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Rodney's Nude Humiliation Ch. 01

By: aaronburr



Rodney was beginning to panic.

The tall, skinny, red haired teenager was beginning to feel trapped.

Desperate.

He had been in the department store changing booth for 10 minutes. The curtains were drawn. His mother had instructed him to take his clothes off- there was a glint in her eye when she gave that order- and try on the swim trunks (what we would now call speedos). He needed them for the school swim team and they had to be the right fit. Rodney had obeyed. This was the 50s and American boys always obeyed their Moms.

But dammit!

The trunks she had so painstakingly picked - so carefully selected, taking so long about it - from the boys' swimsuit counter, were a size- no, two sizes- too small. Why oh why did Mom always do this, he lamented! Always! For as long as he could remember, and with his twin sister always taking such an interest. Always hovering by their Mom's side at the counter and stroking the material. And turning to hold up the tiniest swim trunks- the smallest she could find- for Rodney to see, grinning like a crocodile. 

Here he was buck nude, struggling to haul them up over his hips and cover his privates and...wouldn't you know it! His wretched prick had decided to throb and stretch. Stiffen. To jut straight ahead. 

It was 18 year old Rodney's biggest problem in life. A constant embarrassment. It could happen any time. More than to any other boy in his class. Every 15 minutes or so, tenting the flies of his flannel trousers. And the problem was made worse- more prominent- because his cock was so...well, misshapen. The head- or "glans", as his Personal Development for Boys pamphlet described it (sponsored by the Boy Scouts of America)- was uncommonly big and mushroomy. And his testicles fell low, almost- he sometimes felt- to his knees. Real unsightly danglers.

Fuck! He couldn't pack 'em into the swimsuit. Especially as the penis was swelling like this!

"Rodney! What's taking you so long?"

His mother was just outside the curtain, growing impatient.

"Yes, what are you up to in there?"

So was his sister, also at school with him: freckle faced and plaited and a real cruel bitch. Mom had insisted she accompany them on this shopping expedition. Had even suppressed a grin when she told Rodney his sister would be coming. His sister - to be there when they pick his little racing briefs- how humiliating! He had complained that he was too old for this treatment- Mom and sis going with him to buy his swimwear. But Mom had insisted, with his sister smirking behind her.

"Maybe he's got too big to fit into them, Aunt."

And his snooty 19 year old girl cousin. Who lived with them. His sister's ally, especially when it came to trying to catch Rodney in embarrassing situations. Seemed this was the girls' mission in life. Like when he might be taking a bath with the door unlocked, forcing him to double up to shield himself and yell at them to get out of the bathroom. Or in his pyjamas watching TV, and the two girls thought he might be sheltering an erection and moved in to try to drag him to his feet. Or in bed, settling into his fantasies that enlivened and shamed him every night. Any moment they were ready to try their luck when Mom wasn't watching and catch the clumsy, goofy boy in a humiliating position. With his clothes off. Or his cock sticking up.

Just like now.

Three females, separated from him by the flimsy department store curtain. Knowing he was trapped inside with his clothes off, trying to don these tiny swim briefs.

"Just a minute...I...can't...make...them..."

Rodney was panicking. His veiny white penis was rearing up now, pointing to the ceiling. Hard as a board. All eight stubbornly rigid inches. Sticking up, pointing to his face, seeming to accuse him. He tugged at the fabric. But...there was simply no way he could do it. If they drew the curtain back they would cop a full- on view of the underside of his prick, almost flat against his abdomen and the pink tip nearly reaching his belly button. Meanwhile the trunks couldn't reach above his thighs, couldn't get to his hips.

They...were...too...fucking small!

Jesus, he thought, I can't be trapped like this. Mom's gonna burst in here anytime. Anytime! He would stop trying with the swimmers and make a dash to get back into his BVDs and then his trousers. He pushed the swimmers down. As fast as he could. Down...to his knees...

"Rodney, we haven't all day!"

And- whoosh- the curtain was pulled back.

Holy cow!

He looked up. Into the eyes of his mother. His sister. His cousin. Only they weren't looking into Rodney's eyes. They were feasting on something else. Three sets of female eyes, bursting.

"Rodney! What are you up too?" His horrible sister pointed. "What's THAT thing?" 

She had finally caught her dopey brother with his pants down. In fact, all the way off. In fact, he was totally stripped off. In the buff. In his birthday suit. How these phrases filled her with dirty thrills! And with his penis on display and- here a bonus- in its erect state! What she had been told by her girlfriends boys call a "stiffie".

His cousin's beady eyes were popping. "Oh Aunt, what on earth is THAT? It's...disgusting!"

Rodney's tummy flipped over. 

He had no secrets left, his hands hanging at his sides, his dick ridiculously stretching to the sky. His balls dragging low, one testicle he knew absurdly lower than its partner. He was ashamed, too, of that burst of ginger pubic hair, very curly and scroll-like above his equipment.

"Rodney, pull those trunks up!"

"Mom," he pleaded."They just don't fit!"

"Rodney, of course they do. Now pull them up!"

He shifted his bony hands to try to cover his shame but, of course, eight inches is eight inches. He could conceal nothing! Tears were welling. He was blushing.

"Look, he's going red all over," declared his sister. "Oh, Rodney, wait till they all hear about this!"

His mother issued the instruction again and despairingly the boy reached down to the swim suit stretched tightly between his calves and tugged them...over his knees...up to his thighs...where, again, they became shamefully stuck. Their ascent came to a halt covering only the lower reaches of his scrotal sac.

He looked at his Mom in despair.

"Ummmm,"she reflected stepping into the booth and bending. Oh God, he moaned inwardly. She reached forward and with both sets of fingers took hold of the elastic and tried herself. He suddenly felt her breath on - oh God! - the very tip of his dick! Tug! Tug! She pulled on the trunks. And while she did this, on either side, the girls moved in for their close-up view. Peering like nursing students cramming for their finals, eyes ablaze.

He heard his cousin whisper to his sister,"Look, down there his hair's red".

He squeezed his eyes shut. They could see everything. The ruby head of his cock. The pulsing artery on the underside. The roadmap of veins. And, yes, the shameful celebration of red hair. The dangling balls. And Christ! Didn't they look interested!

"Can we have a go Aunt?"

"NO!" The boy revolted at the idea of the girls closing in to pull at his swimmers and he jerked back, brushing away three sets of hands.

"Any help, madam?" 

It was the tall spectacle-wearing sales girl, barely older than him and his sister. She peered over his mother's shoulder. When she saw Rodney her eyes widened like saucers. She was plain, with mousy hair and a thin pointed nose. It was a safe assumption she had never seen a live naked male. Never even had a boyfriend. Rodney's erection was a revelation. She gazed at it with prurient awe.

"I think we may just try a size larger," declared his mother. "Same colour, school colours. That's very nice of you."

And of course the sales girl took a keen interest in Rodney who was pulling down his trunks and stepping out of them, seeming to stagger under the weight of his big thick erection. Somehow, the boy's embarrassment, his devastating shame, fed the females' interest. Quickened their obvious excitement. They had this male at their mercy. Except they had none!

His penis was the centre of their interest, pointing defiantly to the ceiling. The centre of his being, his big secret on display. And altogether comical. The four females certainly found it funny, and thrilling.

Blushing like a fire hydrant he handed the trunks over to the salesgirl, head hanging.

An hour later, in the car going home, Rodney kept his eyes to himself, despite the two girls keeping up merry badinage. His mother let them get away with it, the girls chatting about boys' racing costumes and how they must get embarrassed wearing them at school swim meets with girls and ladies watching. Boys must know "we can see everything". And what about when "their things started standing up?" And how boys looked funny without any clothes. Very funny, really ridiculous. And mustn't it be strange having something between their legs that "stood up like that"...until Mom, who had been seeming to enjoy their liveliness, told them they were getting rude and should stop talking like that. She said they shouldn't embarrass Rodney because boys his age have a lot of things happening to their bodies and can be very awkward. Which made the boy just want to shrink.

He had plenty to reflect on. 

The episode in the booth had just kept getting worse.

He thought about how they had kept him there naked - like a prisoner of Amazon warriors - while the sales girl had taken an awful long time with her search for a better fitting pair of swimmers. How a couple of young women - perhaps office secretaries on their lunch break with clothes to try on - had strayed into the corridor looking for a booth and caught a candid glimpse of this nude red-haired boy, blushing to his roots and struggling to cover up desperately with his hands. How the two had hesitated, gasping and with eyes popping, to take in the sight. How throughout the wait his sister and cousin had stood arms folded, grinning broadly and giving him appraising looks. His mother had busied herself folding and re-folding his clothes. As a result he had no chance of reaching for his BVDs or pants.

And how when the flushed sales girl dashed back, almost panting, she had taken a keen interest in kneeling and stretching the leg holes and guiding Rodney's big boney feet into the swimmers and watching intently as he hauled them up his legs, even appearing to glance fixated up at his member...only to find that, with his penis still rampant, these didn't fit either. There was much feminine tut-tutting, as this pair- one size larger- while accommodating his balls, stalled just short of the penis base and refused to shift. They wouldn't move, even when Mom again lent a hand, so close Rodney could feel her breath rustling his pubic bush.When he caught his cousin's eyes, they were wild and ruttish.

While the sales girl had gone off a second time Rodney had felt his shame melting his rock-hard erection, so that it now pointed parallel to the floor, still an embarrassment. And now a mother with a daughter Rodney's age had ventured into the corridor and selected the booth directly opposite. They had taken a pronounced interest- yes, a very keen interest- in the caged young man. Indeed their eyes had lingered an excessive time and then Rodney's Mom had remembered meeting the lady at bridge and they then enjoyed a gay conversation while all the time the lady and her daughter had kept their fascinated eyes on the excruciatingly trapped son....

And Rodney had time to reflect, too, on how the sales girl had stretched out the final fitting and how her eyes had danced with pleasure when his Mom had told her - to "pull them up for the poor boy" and, kneeling, she did so, slowly. His erection had melted a little more and was curving head down, appearing to bow in submission to the females. This gave the sales girl a chance to gently shake and bounce bits of him into the swim suit, to sort of pat him down, her hands shaking with some unmentionable excitement.

Yes, there was a lot for an 18 year old to reflect on after such a day. When he had the swimmers on his mother had made him pose for them. Hell! They were a tight fit! A line of wiry red pubic bush sprouted above the elastic and the damn thing could not be pulled any higher. The bulge in front, even with his penis subsiding, projected boldly from his concave belly, a bundle of squashed penis flesh and flabby testicles and avocado shaped stones. And the mushroomy head- his landmark glans- was boldly outlined under the fabric. The whole package jutted forward. Out of proportion to his thin frame.The mirror also revealed the crack of his ass was not covered and the material clung so tight to his shapely globes nothing was left to the imagination.

"Ohhhh! Just look at Rodney's nice round bottom!" exclaimed his cousin.

His mother would not listen to an argument about a bigger pair. And the other three agreed "the fit was perfect". Behind his Mom the sales girl and his sister exchanged gleeful looks. His cousin retreated in fits of suppressed giggles. The two young women who had been fitting clothes in their own booth crept by and paused to enjoy the scene.

"Let's view it in the front again," his Mom instructed. So with all those eyes on him- creeping up and down his shamefully exposed body- Rodney had to face them: his Mom, his sister, his cousin, the salesgirl and, over her shoulder, the two peeping young women. Eyes all ablaze.

He stood facing them, head down. He dreaded the exposed line of red curls showing above the elastic, the bulge of flesh pushing the fabric forward and on the bulge the clear outline of his penis head. He even dreaded them seeing his little nipples, his belly button, his whole nude torso.

In the swimmers Rodney felt even more rudely on display than when he was stark naked. Then with them all watching he had to peel them off and hand them over before struggling into the BVDs.

In the car going home the wretched boy felt strange thinking that now the three females could easily picture him in the buff, without a stitch. They now knew exactly how he looked, naked as a jay. Stripped completely nude. Indeed his sister had whispered when Mom was out of earshot,"We know what you look like now, Rodney!" And his cousin had added,"Yep, know all your secrets- down there! Ha! Ha!" He shivered with the humiliation all over again. He thought of what they had glimpsed, what they now knew- the head of his cock, its stiffness, the funny balls, his red hair. 

This thought began to give him strange stirrings. Of shame and...something else. A fission, deep in his guts...of something strange. He remembered their intent looks. He trembled, and sitting in the car his penis stood up hard, mushroomy glans pushing his flies. Under the blankets tonight he knew he would be reliving this experience, over and over.

"Can we make Rodney show us how he looks in the briefs when we get home?" his sister asked.

"He should wear them all evening," guffawed his cousin.

"You know,girls," said his mother."That's not a bad idea. It's good if he gets used to wearing them. He can kinda break them in. And...it's a hot night."

"OH MOM! SHIT!"

"Young man! Just for that you can change as soon as we're in the house. You'll be in those trunks right through dinner- and watching TV. Then you might learn something about language."

And, she added ominously, "Maybe every night."

Then she added as an afterthought, "And if you find that objectionable, you might lose the briefs!"

And she and the girls laughed. Their laughter was devilish.

"Your father used to walk around in the raw, did it all the time. Said a man did not have to wear clothes in his own home. Probably doing it now, with his new wife. We could assert the same rule with his son. Call it a no-clothes rule for the man in the house."

The girls exploded again and Rodney understood something new about his mother.

Even this ripe humiliation would not be the end.There was the question of local YMCA swim events, for example. That day was approaching fast. Full of hideous possibilities.

( To be continued )