Most definitely not!

Eric woke up with the familiar feeling of the cold ventilated air on his naked body. Still, something was different from a normal morning, and it took him some minutes to understand why he couldn’t move his aching arms and why he was sitting against the wall in an uncomfortable position. But when he opened his eyes and saw Peter lying on the other side of the room, naked, bound at the hands and feet, and his mouth gagged, the horrors from the night before came trembling back on him. How Mr. Andersson had caught him, red handed once again, plotting his escape from his naked prison together with Peter, how Peter had snapped when Andersson told him to strip naked only to be overpowered and have his clothes cut off his body, and how Andersson had promised to make their life even more miserable from now on.

On the other side of the rom, Peter had the same empty expression in his face as he had the night before, and Eric watched his friend in silence, cursing himself for letting Peter talk him into the great escape plan. He should have known that the whole idea was stupid and that any escape from Andersson was futile. Instead, he had given in to the temptation, the dream of wearing clothes again and maybe even get his **** on Andersson had been too strong. And now he had dragged Peter with him into his permanently naked nightmare.

Nothing much happened for a few more hours. Eric just sat in silence feeling sorry for himself, and not knowing what he could say to comfort Peter. But, eventually, the door to office where unlocked and two guards came in. They stopped in the middle of the room, watched to naked men for a few seconds, and then asked, “Are the two of you going to behave?” Peter didn’t respond, just lay still with his empty expression and no sounds behind his gag, but Eric whispered a silent “Yes,” and the two guards went on to cut Eric and Peter loos. When Peter was finally free from his restraints and had his gag removed, he just curled up with his knees against his chest, coughing and swallowing hard from his dried-out mouth after the gag. After Eric had regained the feeling in his arms, he picked up a bottle of water from the breakfast tray the guards had left them and crawled over to his friends. Slowly patting him on the back he offered Peter the water, and then just quietly sat beside him. And so, the morning went. Not much was said between them, both knew they had screwed up, that they were both to blame, and now they feared the consequences. The only comfort was that they still were locked up alone in the office, with their naked bodies out of sight from other. But, of course, that could not last.

Around lunch time the office door was unlocked and one of the guards entered. After the same old “good, I see you’re already dressed” joke, he told them to stand up, and that Mr. Andersson was ready to see them. “The rumor is already spreading that we have a new naked helper in the building, and everyone is eager to see you,” he said, looking at Peter with a smirk on his face. Eric could see that Peter went all pale and falling back against the wall when he heard what the guard was saying, and he offered his friend a hand to help him up from the floor. “Come on Peter, you can than do this,” Eric said, not sounding to assuring. As they left the office, he gently pushed Peters hands away from his dick, reminding him of the no-covering-up-rule, and with a calming hand on his friends shoulder he guided him out on his first public naked walk.

The guard was right, a sizable crowed had gathered to watch the new addition to the company’s naked staff, and Peter went from scared pale to embarrassed red in no time. All the way to Mr. Andersson’s office, people pointed, laughed, whispered, and even frowned at the two naked men. At least, Eric thought, Peter got the band-aid ripped off quickly. But he could see how Peter struggled not to cover up with his hands, and even holding back tears as they walked.

It felt like ages, but they finally reached Andersson’s office, and his young assistant was eagerly awaiting them, pretending to do something at the filing cabinet right by the entrance to the front office. Ever since Eric started on his naked journey, the young guy had taken every opportunity he could to drool over the naked man. But even if he obviously knew about the new naked addition to the staff, the sight of two naked men walking into the office got his jaw to drop and the tent in his pants to grow even tighter. Andersson’s secretary, on the other hand, was completely unaffected by the whole naked commotion and in a businesslike manner just told the two naked men to wait and that Mr. Andersson would be ready for them shortly.

After a few awkward minutes, where Eric and Peter tried to pretend that standing naked in the office was the most naturally thing in the world, and the young assistant continued his unconvincingly work at the filing cabinet while checking out every inch of the two naked men, the secretary finally told them to enter Mr. Andersson’s office.

Dreading what to come, the two naked men slowly walked into the office and was directed to stand before Mr. Andersson’s desk. Andersson himself watched the two naked men in front of him in silence and with a completely expressionless face. For several seconds his eyes wandered over every inch of the naked bodies, making the atmosphere in the room even tenser. It was actually quite a contrast between the two naked men. Eric had always had an athletic build, but the last months of daily **** workouts and a strict diet had given him a nearly sculpture like body with a visible six pack, defined muscles and a firm ass. Besides, being permanently naked had given him a perfect allover tan. Peter, on the other hand, had a more regular build. He was not fat by any means, but was carrying a few pounds extra, was a bit hairier than Eric, and his pale skin, though now blushing red, suggested he was not an outdoor type.

Finally, Andersson broke the silence. “Ok, boys,” he began looking directly at Eric and Peter, “I hope you have calmed down, and have had some time to reflect on your own stupidity.”

Eric and Peter both looked down at floor in embarrassment as Andersson continued, “I suspect, though, that neither of you understand how massively you have screwed up and how deep shit you find yourself in. That pathetic escape attempt of yours, Eric, and that stupid outburst of yours, Peter, are going to cost you deeply.”

Eric and Peter just continued to look down in the floor, both of them burning with shame and just wishing they could sink down in the floor. “But before we go into details about your life from now on,” Andersson continued, “I can tell you that both of you will have those naked bodies of yours on public display for a long, long, long, time. Actually, I think it is best for both of you if you just try to forget how it is to wear clothes at all.”

“And on that note,” Andersson said, putting up a cruel look on his face, “The two of you should try to show a bit more excitement about your nudist lifestyle. Look at me!” Andersson said with a sudden sharp voice, causing Peter and Eric to straighten up. “I want to see two rock hard and strutting dicks, eager to be out in the open. Now!”

In front of Mr. Andersson the two naked boys looked back at him with a shocked expression. What had he been telling them to do?