CMNM/EMNM

Devon looked outside his cubical. No one was looking. Devon stripped down to his boxers, socks, and shoes. He neatly folded his clothes and placed them on his desk where he knew his ex would see them.

His ex had a kink for publicly humiliating his partners which intimidated them. One time, he took Devon to the park and told Devon to pnly wear shorts and flip flops. Devon did as instructed. When he arrived at the park, his ex was waiting with shorts and flip flops too. While they kissed, his ex slid his shorts off and ran away. Devon was **** to run after him in front of hundreds of me in women.

Now, all had to do was wait. Brandon, his ex, was walking by with his big ass and chest poked out. His tight clothes were holding by a threat to not rip and reveal his sculpted body. He slicked by his blond hair when he saw the clothes.

"Score!" Brandon picked up the clothes and began sniffing them when he noticed Devon covering his underwear. "SHIT! I...uh..." He looked down.

"I can explain!" said Devon.

In a hushed voice, he slipped behind Devon and grabbed his balls. "Drop the short or I'm reporting you."

This was not part of the plan. Brandon was only supposed to take the clothes on the table. Hesitant, Devon let his shorts drop to his ankles. He covered his shivering cock in the cold air.

"You know, I think the furnace needs some warming." Brandon lifted the clothes in reference to the furnace.

"Please no!" Devon reached for the clothes.

"Work for them!"

Devon lunged at him. He accidentally bumped out into the opened floor on all fours. Brandon snickered. Devon could tell by the evil grin on his face thar he was going to draw attention to him.

Devon quickly stood up, but it was too late. Brandon pulled an airhorn out his bag and sounded it. All eyes were on Devon. A woman in the office fainted RIGHT into Brett's arms. Devon was so frozen in fear that his knees got weak and his hands fell to his sides.

"Get over here!"Brett jestured for Devon to walk over. Devon regained composure and covered himself. As he walked toward Brett, he could see the ridiculing eyes of his coworkers. They tried not to laugh at the view of his penis bouncing off his balls like a paddle ball. Brett grabbed Devon's ear and pulled him into the office. He pushed him into his desk and slammed the door shut, closing the blinds. Devon landed bent over the desk.

Devon was too humiliated to move. "So you like being naked, huh?" Brett folded his arms and put his feet up on the desk. "You must be **** for attention. Let me assure you, you have mine. I COULD make it so this never happened, but I need you to do me a favor." Brett's shirt fell to the floor with his pants. All he wore now were shoes, sock, briefs, and garders. "Do what I say and no one saw anything. Not your shaved body, boyish pubes, or that button dick. If you say no, I can work this out another way. You won't like it...but I will."