Date: Fri, 12 Feb 2021 17:27:58 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Phil's Naked Adventures - Part 5

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The Vote
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Part 4 ended with Phil locked out of his house and forced to choose between
four options – Humiliation, Ejaculation, Romance and Fucking – each
corresponding to a different address. Well it was an absolute landslide
once again. As much as part of me hoped it would go a different way, I'm
quite happy with the result. Read on to find out what Phil (i.e. all of
you) chose...

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Phil's Naked Adventures – Part 5

Phil trembled as he stood by the door. The journey had taken twenty
minutes, despite only being a five minute walk from his own home, mainly
due to the amount of times had had waited for people to pass before moving
on to the next hiding place. He had hoped that being out in public naked,
again, would be a little easier, that he might be getting used to it, but
it was quite the opposite.

As much as the horny carefree side of his brain was pushing him on an
sending little jolts of pleasure to his caged cock, his rational, logical
side was just calculating the odds. He had managed to do his previous task
without getting caught, but the more he did, the more likely it felt like
it was becoming that he would be seen by the wrong person and end up in
trouble.

Regardless of his growing fear (and arousal) he had made it to the address
in the letter. It hadn't dawned on him until he was stood on the doorstep
that he had literally no idea whose house it was, who was on the other side
or even if they were expecting him. It could even be a prank, just some
stranger chosen at random who he was about to expose himself to. With a
shaky hand, he reached out and pushed the doorbell then stood back,
waiting.

It was quite an extravagant house, definitely in the area outside of his
own modest price range. Thankfully, with the big house came big grounds and
a big driveway, which meant he was already out of the view of the general
public back on the street. Worryingly, there were a lot of cars on the
driveway as well as on the street outside the front gate.

The door opened and Phil was amazed to find himself looking at another
naked person. The young man on the other side of the door looked to be
about Phil's age, but was a little taller and slimmer, fully-shaved from
the neck down and clad in nothing but a pair of cuffs and a collar with a
bow-tie. The young man smiled politely and said, "You must be Phil! I was
hoping you'd come!"

Phil was slightly at a loss for what to say, still clueless as to what was
happening. He simply nodded and replied, "Yeah, I'm Phil."

The naked stranger smirked, seeing how nervous the new arrival was. He
nodded into the house and said, "Follow me. The Master's waiting!"

"Master Matt?" Phil asked, wondering if he was finally going to meet the
man who had taken control of his life and his cock.

The young man frowned and shook his head as he shut the door. "I... don't
know who that is. Master's name is Mr Dryden. I'm Cal, by the way!"

"Oh, erm... hi!" Phil said, no less nervous now he was inside.

Cal led Phil through the house, stopping on the way to put a collar and
cuffs on him, towards the rear, the sound of people and music growing
rapidly until they headed out through a french doors onto a large
patio. Before Phil even got back outside, he could tell there was some kind
of party going on, but it was only when he got out and looked round he saw
just how many people were there. There had to have been at lest forty,
maybe even fifty men dotted around in small groups and pairs. Some wore
masks, but most had their faces showing.

Many of the gathered men looked round at the sight of Cal and Phil emerging
from the house, the new arrival clearly drawing some attention. The two
were far from the only naked people there, many of the party-goers were in
various states of undress, although most of the naked ones looked to be
either harnessed, leashed or in some way subservient to the men around
them. Dotted amongst them were three other young men similarly attired in
the collar and cuffs. Each of them was carrying a tray of drinks around,
offering them to the other men.

"Ah, we have our last volunteer!" a voice called out over the speakers
dotted around.

Phil was a little disoriented at first, unsure where the person speaking
was, but soon noticed the man stood on the decking that seemed to be acting
as a kind of stage for whatever the bizarre event was. There was a small DJ
booth with a large screen which was currently just displaying a visualiser
for the music.

"Phil, come on up!" the man said into his microphone, most of the party
turning to watch the naked man approach.

"That's Mr Dryden!" Cal said, then saw how scared Phil still appeared and
added, "It's okay, he's cool."

Phil stepped onto the decking and looked the man up and down. He was a man
of around forty, standing well over six foot tall and wearing an
expensively-tailored charcoal grey suit that showed off the impressive
build beneath. His skin was almost ebony-dark, with intense, dark eyes, but
a cheerful smile that showed off a row of flawless pearly-white teeth.

"Welcome, Phil!" Mr Dryden said, grabbing the naked new arrival and putting
an arm around his shoulder as he turned him to face the crowd. "Say hello
to everyone!"

Phil trembled, dozens of eyes roaming his naked body as the microphone was
pointed at him. "H... hi... everyone," he stuttered awkwardly, hoping in
vain that none of them had notice the string of pre-cum oozing from his
caged cock. Having been so careful to avoid being seen by people, now being
put on show was both terrifying and scintillating in equal measure.

"So young Phil here got offered a choice tonight by his master for how he
wanted to spend his evening," Mr Dryden said, holding the microphone up to
his mouth again. "So tell us Phil, what choice did you make. What did you
crave this evening?"

The microphone was in his face again. It was mortifying, having to answer,
but he knew he had to do it. "H... hu..." he stuttered, then shook his head
to clear it and steeled himself. "Humiliation. I wanted humiliation!"

The crowd cheered at the admission, making Phil both grin and shudder.

Mr Dryden let the crowd calm a little, then sighed audibly into the
microphone. "Oh Phil. Oh sweet little Philly. You have REALLY come to the
right place! But... we'll get to that later. For now, we have a party to
enjoy." The man looked to Phil to give instructions, but kept the
microphone on to ensure everyone else heard. "Grab a tray, go to the
kitchen, then go round and offer drinks. When your tray is empty, you will
go back and get more, but you may want to be quick. If any of my guests
wishes to cum, they may do so on you, simply by asking. You will obey their
commands and once they have cum, you will resume your duties!"

"Yes Sir!" Phil said eagerly. He had expected the servitude, based on the
attire he had been given, but the other part was unexpected, especially
considering the other naked butlers seemed to be enduring no such
treatment. He went to head off to the kitchen, but felt a hand grab his
shoulder.

Mr Dryden had placed down the microphone, so was now speaking only to
Phil. "Don't worry, nobody here is gonna hurt you, we have rules. And the
house safe word is Orange. Okay?"

Phil smiled, suddenly feeling a lot more at ease. He nodded and headed off
to begin his duties. As soon as he was back out, carrying a tray of
champagne flutes, he could feel eyes on him again. As he wandered into the
crowd, he felt hands grabbing at him, squeezing his buttocks, pinching
nipples, jiggling his chastity cage. It took all of his focus just to avoid
spilling the drinks which were rapidly disappearing from the tray. He had
barely made it half way through the small, crowded area when the try was
finally empty.

Within seconds of the last glass being removed, he felt a hand grab at his
shoulder.

"On your knees!" one man command. He was an older gentleman, flanked by two
twinky-looking guys who wore just a jock strap and leather harness. As Phil
dropped to his knees, the man glanced side-to-side and said, "Whichever one
of you cums on him first doesn't get the cane tonight!"

Phil watched excitedly as the two young guys pulled their cocks out and
started stroking excitedly. As if being naked in a crowd, forced to his
knees and preparing to receive a stranger's load wasn't bad enough, it
dawned on Phil that these were subs. These were guys who were actually
serving another man and yet there they were, standing over him, straining
his paint him with their loads. If they were subs, then he was even lower
than them. The thought made his cock strain.

The two twinks looked equally close to cumming when Phil heard from the
side, "Mind if I cut in?" He turned hi head just in time to get a shot of
spunk to the face. He closed his eyes instinctively and by the time he
opened them, the full load covering his face, whoever it was that had just
cum on him was long gone. Before he could start looking to try and guess
who it might had been, one of the twinks let out a guttural moan and shot a
load over Phil's chest.

"Dammit!" he heard from the other twink.

He was barely up on his feet before he got grabbed again, this time by a
pair of men in their thirties, one painfully slim, the other somewhat
overweight. "On your back, fag!" the skinny one sneered as he shoved Phil
down towards the ground.

As little and large stood over Phil, jerking each other off, a couple of
others stood watching, playing with themselves or each other. They shot
their loads simultaneously, the larger guy aiming for his face while the
skinny one seemed determined to cum on his chastity cage.

Climbing to his feet, covered in four loads of cum from absolute strangers,
Phil quickly headed to the kitchen to refill his tray.

"Fuck me," Cal said, following in shortly behind Phil with another of the
naked butlers. "It's rare to find a bigger slut than me, but dammit, they
found one!"

"Thanks," Phil said shyly, not entirely convinced it was a compliment,
though the grin and tone suggested it was. As much as he wanted to linger
and question the others about the party, knowing very little about it
despite seemingly being a main attraction, Phil found himself eager to get
back out to the crowd.

It was with a strange mix of dread and excitement that he watched the tray
emptying again as he walked amongst the horny men. Just as before, once the
tray was empty he was put to use, having his face plastered with two more
loads and one on his butt before he returned to the kitchen once again.

His third trip out to the gathering concluded with three guys at once
cumming over him, then two couples, though he was sure he had felt an
additional load or two hit him while receiving them.

When his fourth round concluded with just a single load being shot over his
body, Mr Dryden seemed to notice that the party-goers had got as much use
out of the naked slave as they were going to for now and called out, "Looks
like you've all had your Phil of our slutty volunteer!" The pun got a
mixture of laughter and groans, with even a playful 'boo' thrown in for
good measure. "So come on up here, you cum-soaked little faggot!"

Phil had never felt so degraded in his life. As if being covered in more
cum than he had ever seen in a single night before, he realised he was
wilfully, almost gleefully, reacting to being called the derogatory
name. He headed towards the host, turning back to face the eager crowd as
he stood beside him. It felt strangely exciting to look at the faces before
him and pick out which ones had cum on him, even as he stood there with the
loads either drying on or dripping off.

"So tell us, faggot, did you enjoy that?" Mr Dryden asked.

"Yes!" Phil said, staring down at the ground in shame.

"Tell us what you enjoyed, and why!" Mr Dryden prompted him.

The crowd waited in eager silence as the spunk-covered young man glanced up
occasionally, then leaned towards the microphone. "I liked... being a... a
tool for their enjoyment," Phil confessed, feeling his balls tighten a
little at the humiliating admission. "I like that they've... cum on me and
I... I don't even know who they are!"

The comments got quiet cheers, laughs and a few derogatory comments, though
the way many of the men were touching each other, they were clearly
enjoying it every bit as much as Phil, whose leaking cock continued
dribbling despite its confinement.

"Such a fag, am I right, gents?" Mr Dryden asked, getting a cheer back from
the crowd. "Now as you may have noticed, gentlemen, our little faggot is in
chastity. How long has that been on now?"

"Three weeks, Sir!" Phil answered timidly.

"Three weeks!" Mr Dryden said, nodding, then asked, "And how much longer
until you get it off?"

"Another three weeks, Sir!" Phil explained.

"And tell me, why are you even in it? Lost a bet? Doing a forfeit?
Misbehaved for a master?" Mr Dryden enquired.

Phil glanced at the man. From the mischievous twinkle in his eye, he knew
the man was already aware of the answer. He took a deep breath and said,
"No Sir, I just...got told to do it, so I did it!" Once again, the
admission sent a jolt of pure humiliating pleasure rippling through his
body and into his cock. Just saying these things would have been bad
enough, but doing it for a crowd was something he had never imagined he
could do.

"Now, I believe our little fag has been keeping note of how he's felt
throughout these weeks," Mr Dryden said to the audience.

Phil's eyes widened. He knew his blog was online, but he hadn't ever shared
it with anyone. If the man knew about it, Master Matt has to have told him.

"Here, let's hear about some of it?" Mr Dryden said, passing a phone to
Phil. "Let's hear it, faggot!"

Phil's hands were shaking more than his legs as he took the phone, one of
his blog posts showing. As he saw the microphone being held in place, he
glanced round and saw that the post was up on-screen behind him too.

"During the day, I found myself getting... horny constantly because my mind
was constantly on my dick while I get used to how it feels. I usually only
precum when I'm edging a lot, but I've started to..." Phil paused. He was
naked in front of these strangers. He had admitted to choosing humiliation
and he had let them cum on him, but talking about his own arousal felt even
more embarrassing. He took a deep breath and went on. "I've started to leak
a little bit. It wasn't quite to the point of having a visible wet patch,
but if I'm leaking after one day, by day 42 it's gonna be a flood!

The crowd erupted into laughter at the comments, many of them shouting up
at him about how much his cock appeared to be leaking now too. Mr Dryden
reached over and swiped across, an extract from another post appearing. He
nodded at Phil to proceed as the post on the large screen changed too.

"The pre-cum has got worse, it's like a constant flow now. It feels so
uncomfortable, but it's also... turning me on. Every time I move and feel
the wetness down there, it just reminds me how horny I am, so then I leak
more. I can't be this bad after 4 days." Phil stopped, but got a nudge from
the man behind him, so he sighed and said quietly, "I'm such a freakin'
fag."

Once again it was met with cheers.

"I think we can have one more!" Mr Dryden said, then swiped again.

Phil let out a moan that was somewhere between dismay and delight as he
realised what post it was. He began reading. "I am SO ticklish, so having
them both going at it was horrible. I was properly screaming and laughing
in seconds, but it had another affect too. Yeah, you're probably ahead of
me here, but without holding it back, and being brutally tickled, I pissed
the bed. Once they realised it was happening, they stopped tickling,
released one of my hands and told me they'd see me later."

Phil knew he could have just carried on, but something in him made him wait
while the crowd laughed and cheered once more before he continued. He cock
was straining so hard it felt like it could literally hulk its way out of
the cage. With his voice shaking, he read on. "Once I'd started peeing, it
felt like it was never going to stop. The relief was incredible, even if it
did feel disgusting. By the time I finished, I just had to lay there. It
was almost too much to handle. By the time I released myself and tidied up
the mess, I was late for work. Even though I'd showered, I still felt dirty
and totally used... which just made me more excited. That was the first day
my pre-cum wet patch actually showed through my trousers, that was how
turned on I was. Someone at work actually pointed it out and asked if I'd
pissed myself. I... could have died!"

The humiliated fag stood trembling, more humiliated than he had thought it
was humanly possible to feel. He was glad Mr Dryden had said there was only
one more. If he had experienced much more, he was worried about what might
happen.

"That was great, faggot. But why don't you just try reading that one
again!" the man instructed.

Phil frowned at him and let out a gentle whimper, then raised the phone
again and started, "I am SO ticklish, so having them both going at it was
horrible. I was properly screaming and laughing in seconds, but it had
another affect too. Yeah, you're probably ahead of me here, but without
holding it back, and being brutally tickled, I pissed the bed."

Before Phil could go on, he heard laughing, but this time it was from the
speakers... and it was his own. In a moment of almost out-of-body
embarrassment, he looked round in horror to see himself on-screen, being
tickled by Alex and Hunter, whose faces were blurred, as he lay on his bed.

As the Phil on screen let out a tortured cackle and his cock began to
spray, going everywhere like a sprinkler thanks to the cage, the Phil on
cage let out a moan. "Oh God, no... no... not... not like... this... fuck!"
He visibly clenched every muscle in his body as he tried to hold back, but
it was just too much for him. His legs gave way and he collapsed to his
knees as his cock began squirting spray after spray of spunk as the crowd
went absolutely wild.

Gasping and whimpering from his hands-free orgasm, Phil collapsed to the
side as Mr Dryden called out, "Let's hear it for the fag!"

*****

"Jesus, look at the state of you!" Hunter said as he pulled up outside Mr
Dryden's house.

Phil was stood waiting for him, looking absolutely exhausted, covered sweat
and dried-on cum, most of which was not his own. After his spectacular
moment of on-stage humiliation, he had been out back to work on the
crowd. The pre-tense of being a naked butler was dropped and instead, his
mouth was open for business. It had been an endless stream of cocks coming
at him in a plethora of positions, all with the men around him teasing him
for his untouched orgasm and general acts of faggery. As close as he was to
home, when Mr Dryden had offered to call someone for him to come pick him
up, Hunter and Alex were the first names that came to mind. "Thanks
for... picking me up!" he said as he climbed into the car.

"Looks like you had fun!" Hunter said as he started down the driveway.

"I'm ache everywhere, I'm so freakin' tired and I am in so much trouble!"
Phil said sadly. When he heard an inquisitive grunt from the teen beside
him, he explained. "Don't cum without permission. That's rule number one
and I failed!"

"Oh are you..." Hunter asked, glancing down at Phil's crotch for a moment
before looking back to where he was driving. Seeing he was still caged with
the timer lock, he frowned and asked, "So how did you..." He paused again,
thinking. "Anal stuff?" he asked inquisitively.

"No, I just..." Phil started, but the humiliation was already giving him
that strange excited feeling in his stomach. "Hands-free, just
from... embarrassment!" he confessed.

"Holy shit, dude!" Hunter said, laughing so much he almost steered into the
gate, but clearly impressed and more than a little aroused. "That's hot,
but yeah. Definite trouble!"

They were soon back at Phil's place where Hunter pulled up and said, "I've
got a key. The guy who locked you out is gone." He got out and went to open
the door, but as he looked back he saw Phil just sat there in the passenger
seat, eyes half-closed. He walked back, opened the door and held out an
arm.

Phil gave a hearty sigh, then climbed out and felt Hunter put an arm around
him, guiding him to the door.

"You gonna be okay, or d'you want me to come in?" Hunter asked, worried
about the unusually quiet sub.

"I'm fine," Phil said weakly. He raised his gaze to meet Hunter's but his
eyes were watery. At the very first sniffle, Hunter threw his arms around
him, guided him inside and shut the door. By the time they were in, Phil
was silently crying against the large teen's chest. "Sorry," Phil
whispered. "I don't know why..."

Hunter pulled back a little and looked down at him. He smiled, reached up
and plucked a small clump of dried cum from his hair, though it was far
from the only bit. "You've just been through a lot," he said calmingly. "I
get the same way when I have a rough session with Alex and that doesn't
even come close to your night. Sometimes you just gotta let it out!"

Phil nodded as he rested his head against Hunter's chest again. The two
stood together for a couple of minutes before Hunter let go and said, "We
should get you cleaned up!"

"In a minute!" Phil said softly, holding Hunter tightly.

Hunter smiled and remained there holding him until he had composed himself.

"Sorry about that," Phil said as he pulled away, wiping his cheek. "Can you
forget I did that?"

Hunter laughed and shook his head. "After all the shit I've seen you do and
THIS is the thing you're embarrassed about?"

Phil laughed back a little and replied, "Different kind of embarrassment!"

"Don't worry, I've got ya covered, bud!" Hunter replied sweetly.

In the bathroom, Phil had expected to shower alone, but Hunter had quickly
stripped off and joined him, helping to wash off the remnants of spunk left
from the men at the party. The eager teen happily washed Phil's back, and
followed it up with a few gentle kisses to his neck and shoulders, which
Phil seemed more than happy to receive. While Hunter didn't really need the
shower, Phil had insisted on washing him too, in his words 'just to be
thorough', though that inevitably led to an erection, which in turn led to
Phil dropping to his knees.

Once Hunter had shot a load down Phil's throat, the two dried off and
wandered into the bedroom where they relaxed on the bed, resting against
each other. Exhausted from the evening's activities, it didn't take long
for Phil to fall asleep. Not wanting to disturb him, Hunter stayed where he
was and drifted to sleep soon after.

*****

The two naked figures were disturbed early as they felt a third body
slipping between them. Half-waking, both Phil and Hunter rolled towards the
middle of the bed and found themselves nestling against Alex's slender
naked body. He had arrived early, seeking his morning blow job, but finding
the two of them naked on the bed he had jumped at the chance to join them.

The three young men spent the next hour snoozing on and off, touching each
other and generally just enjoying the feel of their naked bodies tangled
together.

When Phil rolled over to grab his phone and check the time, he saw three
messages from Master Matt.

'Saw the video of your performance last night, Mr D sure knows how to throw
a party, doesn't he. Looks like you had a lot of fun, you little
cum-slut. Sadly, it looks like you had a little TOO much fun!' the first
message read.

'As you know, cumming without permission is against the rules, so you need
to be punished. To start with, get pressing that button. I want your timer
lock back up to 999 hours!' the second message said. Phil let out a quiet
moan as he reached down and held his finger on the button to put the time
back up then read on.

'The other half of your punishment is yet to be decided! Although you did
cum without permission, you've been very well behaved up until now and Mr
Dryden tells me you did an amazing job of pleasing his guests, so I'm
giving you a few days off. I will message again soon when O have determined
your punishment' the final message said.

"Fuck!" Phil muttered as he put the phone down. Frustrating as it was
having the timer reset, it was strangely arousing too. The other punishment
was what worried him. Everything else he had been asked to do so far he had
been told about in advance, so not knowing what was to come was a strange
and not entirely welcome feeling. As he rolled back over and cuddled
against Alex, he felt Hunter's arm reach over the slender boy between them
to hold him. With his head nuzzled against Alex's and his hand gripping
tightly onto Hunter's, he drifted back into a snooze as his mind filled
with all the terrifying possibilities of what was to come.

*****

That's the end of Part 5. I know what you're thinking... where are my damn
choices, Matt? Well this week it's a little bit different – no choices,
just a question – How should Phil be punished for cumming without
permission?

Get creative, my lovely readers. The only guidelines I'll give are that it
should be achievable and, ideally, humiliating. Beyond that, just about
anything goes, so email me your suggestion. I will choose my favourite one
(or maybe two) and it will form the basis for Part 6.

Send your suggestion to me at matterotica@hotmail.co.uk or support me on
patreon and message me there at patreon.com/matterotica

*****

My other stories:

The Benny Saga (in reading order)
Benny Takes Control - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/benny-takes-control/
The Dangers of Desire - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-dangers-of-desire/
Benny's House - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/bennys-house/

Other Series
Possession - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/possession-series/
Jack Hamilton - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
Tales from Kingswood - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/tales-from-kingswood/

One-shots
Jake's Exposure - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jakes-exposure
The Art of Seduction - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/the-art-of-seduction
Becoming and Internet Master - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/becoming-an-internet-master
And Then It Got Worse - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/and-then-it-got-worse
Brian's Big Mistake - http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/brians-big-mistake