He is still living the nudist life

Eric had never really liked the old movie classic “Groundhog Day” and found the whole concept of being caught in a single day stupid. But over the last months that was exactly how his miserable life had been, an endless loop of completely equal days filled with humiliation and embarrassment.

He had woken up, as he did every morning, feeling the cold air on his naked body. A body that was on constant display and had not seen a single stich of clothing, not a blanket at night, not even a piece of jewellery to cover any skin, for a long, long time. Now he was sitting on the skimpy mattress that served as his bed and was staring out on the otherwise empty office that was his home. In a few minutes one of his guards would come in with his breakfast, and, as all of them always did, he would eye his naked body and tell the same old “Good, I see you’re already dressed”-joke. Then, for the rest of the day, he would serve as the company naked office boy, even running errands out in town stark naked. At night he would do, naked of course, his daily work out in the company gym. “To keep his birthday suit sharp”, another of his guards worn out jokes. The rest of the evening would be spent alone in his empty office-cell, reflecting on his miserable, humiliating, and embarrassing, life.

This had been his daily routine, or actually his whole life, since the fateful day of his spectacular downfall. The day he went from the young bright star of the company, the successful salesman bound for a big promotion, and the envy of all his colleagues, to become a permanent naked freak, not allowed to cover up in any way, walking around with his half hard cock on constant display, and working as the lowest of the low in the company. All because of his own stupidity, fueled with greed and youthful arrogance. His lonely nights in the empty office were spent reliving that dreadful evening when Mr. Andersson had caught his stupid fraud, and as a punishment had literally taken his whole life away from him. As Mr. Andersson had put it, his whole fancy life, from his big penthouse apartment and expensive sports car, down to his fancy designer briefs, were bought with money stolen from the company or earned on false premises and he had demanded that Eric handed absolutely everything back. So now, as he was **** to work, not only as a simple office boy but as a simple naked office boy for the unforeseen future, he was carrying with him the only thing he owned in his own name, namely his bare skin.

What Mr. Andersson had told Eric when he lay out the harsh punishment was that he needed some humility in his life, and he had definitely succeeded in giving that to the naked boy. Not a single day went by without him constantly burning with shame. Inside the company everyone knew the true reason behind his unorthodox lifestyle, so adding to the humiliation of walking around his former friends and colleagues stark naked was that none of them really had any sympathy for him. Some thought that the punishment was too harsh, but, still, he had brought this up on himself. Outside of the company he was only allowed to present his absolute nudism as something of his own will, and not express any regrets or discomfort for nakedness in any way. So, for every visitor to the company, for every person who stopped him out on the street when he was running errands, he had to put on a broad happy smile, present his naked dick, and tell a bogus story about a sudden awakening and denunciation of materialism and a fundamentalistic belief in environmentalism. And, true to his word, Mr. Andersson had presented the sudden change of lifestyle to Erics friends and family through Erics social medias that Andersson now controlled. The result was that everyone, even Erics parents, more or less had cut him off. Calling him radicalized and fundamentalistic and telling him to stay away from them until he got back to his senses and had put his life back on track. As sad as that made Eric, at least none of them hat turned up to watch his humiliation in real life.

The only hope that Eric clung too was that Mr. Andersson had promised to one day let him off the hook. He would be sent off still naked and without owning anything, but at least he could try to build himself a new life some place far, far away from Andersson. So, every day he would just bitt his teeth together, do his job without complaining, tell everyone he met that he was naked by his own free will, and other than that try to lay as low as he possible could as the only naked person in the room. Maybe, as he neared his one-year anniversary as an absolute nudist, that would be enough for Mr. Andersson to finally let him go.

So, as predicted the day proceeded without any surprises. Eric had done his mail round in the office naked; he had served refreshments in meetings naked, and he had put on a false happy face and talked to guests about how much better his life had become without any material goods. Now he is out in town, stark naked as always, running one last errand before he will head back to the company gym and his daily workout. As usual he is accompanied by one of his guards, and this is one of the few times he is happy to have them around. Their thuggish look has a way of keeping people away and let him do his naked walk of shame in peace. As usual he tries to avoid eye contact with anyone and just stares in the ground, and as he spots the shadow of a man on the ground in front of him, he just tries to move around him without looking up. But then he hears the man saying “Eric, is that really you?” It is something familiar with the voice, and when he looks up it takes him a few seconds but then he recognizes the face from a distant past.