Stripping and Humiliation

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Bouncing Balls - Part 2
Wed Jul 12, 2017 11:15pm

So, when they told us that nuisance from Expenses was moving to join us in the sales department we nearly had a fit laughing. What Numpty had thought that up. Apparently they had been trying to get rid of him for months. A total incompetent apparently. I'm not surprised really, we could wrap him round our little fingers. It started just by us putting drinks and things in expenses, he muttered a bit, but we soon bullied him into accepting them. That was what was so funny. He thought he was so strict, that nobody could make him do anything he didn't want to do, and we could get him to do anything.

Then we started putting stupider and stupider things on expenses just to see how far we could go. I put down a Mark II Fanny Tickler (so much better than the Mark I), and Tracey put down for a full body spray tan, waxing and getting her bum hole bleached. Well, we thought that was a step too far, but not a bit of it!

That must have been the last straw, because that was when they moved him. Apparently they couldn't just fire him, so somebody came up with the bright idea of telling him he'd been moved to selling lady's products. Surely that would make him resign! But no. There he was in the training course. And the funny thing was Tracey had told him all the sales girls had to have a full body spray on tan, and there he was tanned like film star. The thing was, we all wondered if it really was full body. We knew he'd never go for the waxing and the bleaching, but we were dying to know about the full body tan. Had he been sprayed absolutely everywhere!

There was a way of finding out. Veronica. Veronica had this show for parties and things as a hobby. She just had the natural knack of getting people to do what she wanted. All I needed to do was persuade the boss that she would be good on the course and it was almost as good as done.

It was a wonder to watch as she slowly manoeuvred him into standing on the stage with his pathetic attempts at juggling wearing nothing but a gold lamé thong. It left little to the imagination! The juggling was a brilliant notion. The sort of thing only Veronica could think up. It gave a seemingly innocent reason for getting him to wear that ridiculous costume and at the same time distracted from the real object of the exercise. And of course while he was concentrating so hard on that he wouldn't realise what he was being manoeuvred into.


When I'd put the costume on it turned out to be even briefer than I had thought. Just a thin band around my waist and between my legs and a wider bit over my bottom, and a pouch at the front to cover the naughty bits.

But if the girls were to get their treat, they were relying on me. I had to juggle for five minutes.

"I don't think I..."

I had thought I'd just have to juggle for a few seconds then I could escape.

"You don't think you're up to it? You can't concentrate that long?"

"Yes of course I can but..."

"So what's the problem.."

"Well I..."

"You're not shy are you? You're quite respectable in that costume. Don't you trust me?"

"Well of course I do..."

"Well then... Get going..."

So I did. I'd show them how well I could concentrate. There were laughs and giggles and even outright guffaws, but I wasn't distracted. Tracey was counting down the time.

"Five, four three, two, one... And... Stop!"

I'd done it! I stopped and looked round. I immediately saw what the girls had been laughing at. What Veronica had been doing to distract me. She had a glove puppet of a rabbit on her hand and it was silently applauding. I'd been concentrating so hard I hadn't even noticed! That's how good I was.

"Well done! Well done!" Said Veronica, applauding with the rabbit, "one more task and the girls will get their treat."

"One more!"

"Of course, you didn't think that was it, did you?"

"Well... Er... No.."

"There you are then. One more task."

"What is it?" I asked blushing with apprehension.

"Juggle for five minutes wearing Flopsy," she indicated the rabbit glove puppet.

"But how can I juggle wearing a rabbit on my hand?"

"Well you'll have to wear it somewhere else," she looks down at my thong.

"No, no..." I can't.

"Whoever not, it wouldn't really be covering any less than this," and she twanged the band round my waist holding my costume up.

"But it's... It's different."

"Can't see why."

"I'd be in the nude apart from... From... Well, that thing..."

"What's your costume covering that Flopsy isn't?"

"Well nothing really but..."

"I think you're just pretending to be shy because you can't do the juggling."

"Yes I can..."

"Well, prove it then. You said yourself you're not shy and the change of costume makes no practical, difference. You can't let the girls down can you? They'll think you're a failure. They'll not get their treat."

"But... But...," it was not good. I was beaten and I knew I was. I sneaked into the Ladies room, took off the costume, replacing it by fitting the rabbit over my... Well, over you know where. It fitted quite snugly. I was glad for once I was quite well proportioned down there. There was no chance it would fall off.

I crept back into the room to be greeted by more howls of laughter. It might have been that the costume didn't cover much, but somehow being completely nude except for a glove puppet fitted over my privates was somehow so much worse. I felt completely bare. I was completely bare. I could feel my face burning with embarrassment. Veronica just smiled and handed me the juggling balls.

"Five minutes. Concentrate hard mind. One mistake and well. You might have to start again!"

I concentrated hard. I didn't want to do this twice. My eyes fixed on the balls. One, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. It seemed like an eternity until at last I heard Tracey counting down.

"Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

A huge cheer went up and the girls started clapping along with the numbers. I looked at Veronica and my eyes opens wide with horror. On her right hand, joining in enthusiastically with the clapping was Flopsy. If Flopsy was on her hand it couldn't be covering my.... I looked down. I now knew why the girls were cheering. My last vestige of covering was gone. My penis was on view. I was completely nude. I froze with embarrassment at the act of throwing the ball. It went up in the air, came down, bounced on the ground and rolled under the table. Oh no! Oh no! The only thing I could think of was that I'd have to finish, or do the whole thing again with absolutely nothing on. I had to get the ball back...


So there he was 'juggling' away in his thong. When I say 'juggling' I mean throwing the balls in the air in some sort of random fashion and just about managing not to drop them. It was hilarious. His brief little costume didn't leave much to the imagination. He was certainly tanned all over the bits we could see, but the five percent still hidden? Had he really had his naughty bits sprayed. And as for the waxing, there was no way of knowing if he was bare bald (or should that be bare balled) under that costume.

I hadn't really meant for things to go as far as they did. When I had asked Veronica to see if she could get him to juggle in a pair of gold lamé pants I hadn't expected anything quite as brief as those. Still, they were just about respectable. I mean she'd said they were just like a pair of brief bathing trunks like you see sometimes. Well I suppose they were, just about. They were cut high and very tight so you could see about ninety percent of a very cute little bottom and the clear outline of a pair of handsome orbs and what looked to be an impressive cock.

But Veronica was determined to see how far she could get him to go. Little steps at a time. Little bits of 'You've gone this far, don't throw everything away by chickening out now' and 'don't let everyone down' and all the other tricks that get people into a situation where they can't say 'No'.

Convincing him that wearing the rabbit was no different to his little costume was absolutely brilliant. And it was so funny. Watching him there trying to throw and catch the balls practically nude, wearing nothing at all except a glove puppet over his cock and balls. It must have been so humiliating, we could see how much he was shaking with embarrassment, but he still did it! And he was concentrating so hard that he never noticed a thing when Veronica deftly removed Flopsy and put the puppet on her hand. How mean you're thinking. Well, nobody had forced him to do anything, it was just his own silly vanity and now he was paying the price and we were getting our promised treat. And what a fine treat it was. Nude with bouncing balls, and I don't mean the ones he was trying to throw up and catch. His impressive balls bounced up and down in a fascinating fashion as he leapt around trying to throw and catch. They were smooth as billiard balls, and looked almost as big. And they were as nicely tanned as the rest of his rather fine figure. Even his cock had been waxed and sprayed, some girl must have had fun doing that! It must have taken extra spray as well, judging from his size. All in all he was indeed a fine figure of a man and it was a real treat to see a well tanned, well endowed man, jumping around in the altogether. A real treat indeed. He'd actually got himself waxed and sprayed all over. And...

Tracey was counting down when out of the corner of his eye he spotted Flopsy on Veronica's hand. Suddenly it dawned on him that his privates must be on display. You could almost see the panic take over, the indecision, what should he do, what should he do. You could almost see it registering in his brain - 'My cock's on display! Everyone can see my cock!' It was totally hilarious! Only one thing seemed to obsess him, the need to get to the end of his five minutes. Of course whatever concentration he had had was broken, he dropped a ball, it bounced away under the table and in his panic he went after it.

Down on all fours, head and arms under the table, bottom in the air. He couldn't have given us a better view if he'd set out to do it deliberately. Waxed, tanned and bleached, his intimate hole was displayed to the cheering girls. And he'd lost the ball completely. He was going to have to do it all over again.


It really was a most successful training course. I'd demonstrated my ability to learn a new skill in just a few minutes and shown them I could concentrate completely despite distractions. Nearly all the girls told me how impressed they'd been by my bouncing balls, and I'd only dropped them two or three times. They now said they saw me as a whole, at least that's what I think they said. In fact they were so impressed they made me do the juggling over and over again until I'd got it perfect.

Even so they've put me back in Expenses. Seemed like they couldn't do without me. And my juggling act is in constant demand for girls' parties. Flopsy is getting a bit worn out though.

  • Bouncing Balls - Part 1Little Joe, Wed Jul 12 11:13pm
    Quite why they had decided that I would be suitable material as a door to door salesman for beauty products I don't know. Apparently some guru in marketing had come up with the idea. He said that the ... more
    • Bouncing Balls - Part 2 — Little Joe, Wed Jul 12 11:15pm
      • Love this story!gocarty, Thu Jul 13 10:22am
        The naivete of the main character makes the whole story much more fun (and not just a mean girl exercise). And between the incredible body, the all-over tan, and the bleaching, by the end he has... more
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