Oh, yes!

Eric unlocked his phone and gave it to Andersson as instructed, which just gave it a quick look before handing it to the accountant. He sensed the two thugs behind him and knew that he had to start stripping but could not get himself to it. He was normally proud of his body and liked to show of in the gym or at the beach, but this was different. Getting naked in a public office building in broad daylight was nothing he would ever dream of doing. Feeling a hand on his shoulder Eric braced himself for a fight, but Mr. Andersson raised his hand to stop the two guys.

“Ok, Eric. I know this is a bit overwhelming, so I give you some slack just this time” he said. “Let’s take this step by step. Start by taking of your jacket.”

Taking a deep breath, knowing he couldn’t put this off any longer, Eric complied and took of his jacket and put it on the chair.

“Good, now your tie” Andersson continued. Eric just followed the order and took of the tie and placed in on top of the jacket.

“Shoos comes next, and you can take of your socks at the same time” Mr. Andersson commanded. “It is time we start to see some bare skin.”

Again, Eric complied and took of his shoos and socks. He put the shoos beside the chair and folded the socks on top the pile of his former clothes. The cold office floor under his bare feet gave him a strange naked feeling, and still this was just the beginning.

“Now we are starting to somewhere” Anderson said with a devilish smile. “Shirt comes next.”

Eric pulled the shirt out of his trousers and started to fumble with the buttons. He was really shaking now and just couldn’t believe Mr. Andersson actually wanted him to get naked, still hoping this was just a bad joke to scare him off and expecting Andersson to tell him to stop any minute. But Mr. Andersson just sat there watching in silence, and eventually Eric got his shirt of and folded it on top of the other clothes. He was not wearing any under shirt and was now standing half naked in the office, painfully aware of the air on his naked upper body.

Mr. Andersson gave no sign of stopping, he just smiled and directed Eric to take of his necklace and watch and putt them on his desk. Eric could just look in silence as Andersson took his brand new Patek Phillipe, bought just a few days before, and tried it on, before putting it away in his desk drawer.

“Nearly there” Andersson continued. “Remove the belt from your trouser and take them off.”

Down to his Calvin Klein boxer briefs, Eric was still clinging to the hope that Andersson would let him go with some dignity intact. “Surly this is enough” was all he could think. But Mr. Andersson had no such plans.

“Ok, Eric. You know what comes next” was the simple but fare full command that Andersson gave.

Instinctually, Eric put one hand over his crouch as he stepped out of his boxer shorts and put them together with the other clothes. His hearth was trembling as he now stood completely naked in the office. Desperately trying to hide his dick behind his hands he felt his whole body blushing as one of the two guys took his clothes and shoos and headed out of the office. Watching his last hope of cover disappearing, he had never felt so ashamed in his whole life.

“Now, that wasn’t too hard, was it?” Andersson asked, not waiting for an answer. “Just one more thing - straighten up and put your hands at your side” he continued with a sharp voice.

Reluctantly, Eric complied and removed his hands. And here he was, the young rising stare of the company, the hot shot out on town, “Mr. designer clothes” - but naked and humiliated. Not one single article of anything hiding any part of his body - dick swinging freely in the air.

“Good” Andersson continued. “This was the last time you ever covering up that little cock of yours. From now on you have no private parts. Now, listen carefully while I explain the changes that will happen in your sorry little life.”