Against my will, the women strip and humiliate me.

“Come on Sexy.” Ruby coos while gliding a lithe hand across my abs, “I know you don’t want to be fired, so just show us that dick already.”

Grinning at my blushing face—but focusing on my nethers—Camila taunts, “What’s wrong? Go ahead and take it off Zachy— I’d bet a guy like you has nothing to hide…”

Only Wanda remains silent as she teases and ogles me, with even Tess demanding me to “Hurry up and strip! C’mon, I wanna see you naked~”

At this point these women are simply bullying me into baring myself for them, Ruby especially trying to goad me into giving her a sexy ‘show’ with her dainty hand creeping closer to my crotch.

“Wait! I, I,—“ I stammer, backing away from the Lilliputian lecher as her unwanted advances get too intense for comfort.

Before we continue, I think it’s important to take a step back from this humiliating strong-arming to discuss why I find the thought of nudity so horrible.

It was years ago when I became deeply uncomfortable with being naked, and it started with my girlfriend back in my junior year of college: A sexy, dark-skinned track star named Velma. We only ever went out for a couple months but I was head over heels for her, while she was so into me it was crazy.

Things with Velma got steamy in no time at all, with heavy petting and sloppy make outs being an almost constant couple’s activity when we didn’t have eyes on us, but… when it finally came time to get intimate, and I bared it all for her, she humiliated me.

Up there on that moonlit hill, overlooking the city’s nightlife and listening to the calming sounds of nature, I gazed into her deep, brown eyes knowing we were ready to fuck; Velma crawled over me while peppering my muscular chest with kisses, and hooked her fingers into my boxers with a massive, expectant smile on her face. She dragged them off my hips ready to pounce as I helped steady her, but instead of jumping my bones, the athletic beauty drew back and started pointing and laughing right at my cock.

Between withering chuckles she said I was way too small to be a real man, asked if it got bigger, and broke up with me then and there over my ‘pathetic little cock’. She even stole my boxers as a humiliating souvenir.

None of my other ex-girlfriends had ever said such cruel things about my endowment, but… Velma’s heartless laughter as she walked away still haunts me.

Needless to say, she seriously fucked up my self-esteem, and the thought of opening myself up to that kind of humiliation again is unthinkable… even though that’s exactly what Ruby and her sexy compatriots want. They're enthralled by the idea of having a sexy guy that they can make strip naked and do whatever else they want with— so of course they’re ignoring my every objection.

I couldn’t want anything less, but Ruby and Camila are making it seem impossible to back out of the shoot with my dignity intact.

As I search for more excuses to escape, a hand violently swats my scarcely-covered asscheeks, both prompting a yelp to leap from my mouth and stealing from me the choice to not be humiliated; in the same moment that I flinch away from the smarting impact, Camilla yanks my briefs all the way down to my ankles. My cock meets the studio’s stagnant air, and I freeze.

Face burning scarlet, the horror sets in. My penis, the source of my gravest insecurities, and the reason I’ve struggled with intimacy is bared against my will to the room, and these girls. Start. Laughing.

Not even the vaguest iota of sympathy can be construed on the women’s faces as they point, coo, and howl with laughter at my dangling shame— instead, the only emotion I can parse from their wide eyed visages is…