Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 26-27

Part 26

Julie temporarily lost her train of thought, and just stared at Anna, as she reached forward and delicately pinched a bit of Tim's shorts on either side. As he strained upwards toward the bar, Anna held onto his shorts for just a moment, before releasing them so that she wouldn't get caught. Her effort resulted in Tim's shorts descending several inches, without his having noticed.

He reached the bar and then lowered himself again.

Mia saw that Julie was frozen, and got her attention with an urgent small circling motion with one hand. Julie picked up the motion in her peripheral vision, then gave her head a little shake to break the trance. "Uh..." she said, grasping for another question to distract Tim with, "which muscle groups does this exercise work?"

Tim looked at her for a moment. "I'm not sure. I'm not really a workout nut, and I don't know all of the names for the different muscle groups."

"Boy, you could fool me," Julie said as he lifted himself again, the muscles in his arms, chest and core flexing deliciously. "You look like you must work out all the time!"

Tim blushed just a bit, and Anna was able to tug his shorts another couple of inches downward before letting go. As his prominent derriere lifted almost to her eye level, she saw that his waistband now lay just at the spot where the top of his muscular ass flared out from his narrow waist.

During Tim's next trip down, she dared one more tug, but cut it short when it looked like she might have gone too far. Instead, as Tim lifted himself to the bar again, she could see that his shorts were just on the verge of clearing the roundest part of his rump. She gave Julie a little nod, and Julie guessed from the sneaky smiles on Kaitlyn's and Mia's faces that Tim was just about to lose his shorts.

She said, "Well, I'll leave you to it. We need to get our workouts, too. We don't want to be late to work and get fired!"

Tim looked down at her, and then back at an angle over his shoulder to see her three pretty friends, all smiling up at him. "S- sounds good." As he bottomed out and lifted one more time, the three women were studying his shorts closely.

They took in their breath when the waistband dropped an inch, temporarily hung up on their hunky boss' firm glutes, and then lost the battle to gravity. Just as Tim pulled himself back up to the bar, his shorts dropped down his thighs. Before he was fully aware of a fluttering sensation against his calves, the shorts had slid down and over his shoes, leaving him in just a very snug pair of light gray cotton briefs.

"Oh my!" Mia sang out in feigned surprise.

Tim didn't need to look down at himself to confirmed what had happened. Julie was standing in front of him, and her eyes widened, and her mouth formed an "O" of shock.

"Mr. Johnson!" Kaitlyn said from behind him. "You've lost your shorts!"

Sandy captured the tantalizing rear view. Tim now wore nothing but his shoes, socks, workout gloves and briefs. The light gray material of his briefs was also lightweight and tight, and clearly outlined the firm roundness of Tim's bottom.

When he suddenly dropped to the ground, his buns jiggled inside the thin material, and he inadvertently made the girls' view even better when he bent forward to search the floor for his shorts.

When he didn't see them right beneath the bar, he spun in a half-crouch, only to see Anna holding his shorts in her hand, a delighted grin on her pretty face. "Is this what you're looking for?"

"How embarrassing!" Mia said, then covered her mouth with her hand as Tim quickly grabbed the shorts from Anna's hand.

Kaitlyn said, "Working out without your shirt is one thing, but I really don't think the management would be okay with you working without your pants!"

Tim blushed furiously as he bent and tried to pull his shorts on over his shoes. His panic made him clumsy, and he couldn't get the material to cooperate, which resulted in him doing a comic little hopping dance for two complete rotations before he was able to pull the shorts all the way up and cover himself.

Sandy saw through the camera that his spinning and hopping made his butt twist around, giving great angles as he moved. But she also discovered that he was also obviously half erect, and his pleasingly plumped out penis bobbed and bounced in the front of his shorts. She knew that that part would need some editing for the tv version!

"Cut!" Sandy said. "That was great. Let's just get a few more establishing shots."

She moved the camera around in front of Tim, and got the front view of several of his pull-ups, along with a close-up shot of a shocked expression on his face that she would edit it with the moment that his shorts fell off.

From there Tim and the girls headed to the treadmill, as Sandy walked them through the set-up. "If you remember, our original shot of this sequence showed Julie on the treadmill next to Mr. Johnson's. She ended up so distracted by his hunkiness and the Naked Attraction that she fell onto her treadmill and was de-pantsed, her perky little bottom exposed to the world."

Pretty blonde Julie blushed a little, but she accepted the teasing praise of the other girls good-naturedly.

"We'll be able to keep and use most of that original footage of Julie on her treadmill, and Mr. Johnson watching her from his," Sandy continued. "But this time, Mr. Johnson will be the one falling onto the treadmill, and—"

"And HIS perky little bottom will be exposed to the world," Julie giggled, clapping like a schoolgirl. Everyone in the room laughed, except Tim.

She walked Tim through his steps, and then they began. Sandy shot from in front of Tim, about where Julie's treadmill would be. His increasingly happy, stolen glances at his pretty employee could be taken from the original shoot, so Sandy got right to the part where an erotically distracted Tim would stumble on his treadmill.

At first she wanted Tim to drop onto his side on the moving belt, so that the belt could whisk his shorts right down. But Tim objected. "You can see how fast that belt has got to be going to pull my shorts off. When it was going slow for Julie, it just kind of peeled her sweats down very slowly, and the sped-up video looked uneven."

Sandy had to admit that he had a point. Tim said, "So if we speed it up enough to really work, it's going to really hurt to fall on. At that speed, it could give me a bad rug-burn. And what's to say it won't yank my briefs off right along with my shorts?"

"I think it's worth a try!" Mia piped up.

"Yeah," Julie said eagerly, "let's risk it."

"If it pulls off your underwear too, we won't look," Becky said.

Pam nodded, and Tim looked to Danielle and Shawna for some help. Shawna reluctantly said, "I think Mr. Johnson has a point. We don't want any injuries on this shoot." Then she looked at the other young women in the room. "And I'm not so sure that we can trust you naughty girls not to look, if that treadmill left Mr. Johnson without a stitch!"

The guilty looks and half-suppressed smiles around the room told Tim what he'd already known.

"So how are we going to do this?" Danielle said.

After a few minutes of discussion, Pam announced, "I've got an idea!"

She ran over to the rolling clothes rack and accompanying wheeled cart that contained the tools of her trade. She came back in a minute with several objects.

"Since Mr. Johnson's shorts won't come off when the belt is so slow, we'll make a little special effects magic. I'll cut this strong but basically invisible fishing into two pieces around 20 feet long, and I'll thread a small hook onto the end of each piece. Then we'll attach the hooks to the bottom of Mr. Johnson's gym shorts, and two of us will stand off-camera with the other end of the line."

"And when he falls onto the treadmill," Danielle said, "you'll yank on the line and—"

"And off comes his shorts!" Julie shouted, clapping happily.

Five minutes later, they got the shot. Tim slowly lowered himself to just above the treadmill belt. When Sandy started recording, she counted to three. On three, Tim dropped his lower body onto the belt, with his weight on his left hip. Mia and Kaitlyn each had one piece of fishing line in their hands, and when Tim dropped himself onto the belt, they both jerked the line as hard at they could.

Tim felt a quick tightening as his shorts cleared his muscular butt, and one very brief one as they got stuck and immediately tugged free of his shoes. And there he was again, lying in only his thin, tight, cotton briefs, with his employees and female observers applauding his embarrassing exposure.

Part 27

Tim rolled around on the floor for a moment before he could get to his feet and yank his shorts back up into place. The women around him finished their joking round of applause, and he could feel himself blushing, and cursed himself for having pulled up his shorts so frantically. It made him look even more embarrassed and juvenile in front of his horny audience.

As Sandy started moving her camera into the next position beside the stair-climbing machines, several of Tim's employees approached Shawna and Danielle. Tim didn't notice them huddled up in a corner until Shawna called out to him. "Tim, could you come over here for a minute?"

Tim was instantly wary. As he approached, the women formed a semi-circle in front of him. Danielle said, "Your employees have made a suggestion, and we think it's a good one, for a change in plans."

"What kind of change?" Tim asked, as he looked suspiciously from one employee to another.

Anna said, "We're not sure there's a reason to do the stair-climber scene after all."

Tim looked confused. Did this mean he was going to get out of one small bit of embarrassing exposure?

Mia said, "When it was all of us girls getting excited by your Naked Attraction and losing control, the four different scenes made sense. Exposing each of us in turn just added to the effect, and we thought the viewers would appreciate the variety."

Kaitlyn nodded. "But now that you're the only one being exposed, there isn't any extra variety gained by one more wardrobe malfunction on an exercise machine."

"Not that we don't think the audience would enjoy seeing you tricked out of your shorts one more time," Julie said, smiling. "But the stair climber bit is not very different than the pull-ups bit."

"In both cases, it was just a matter of your body going upward," Anna said, "while your shorts were headed downward."

Several of the girls snickered at that turn of phrase, and rather than meet their eyes, Tim looked at Danielle. "I won't argue—" he began, before clever Mia interrupted.

"Plus, Pam won't tell us what your wardrobe change for the internet versions of the pull ups and the treadmill stunts is, and we're dying of suspense."

This brought another round of giggles, and Tim could once again feel his face burning.

"So with no further ado," Shawna said, "we've all agreed that it's time to shoot the internet version of these first two parts."

"Before you hit the showers," Kaitlyn said, just loud enough for Tim to hear.

He groaned. He was about to try to argue them out of this plan, but one look at their eager, smiling expressions dissuaded him. So without another word, he turned and stalked off toward the men's locker room. He could feel female eyes on his retreating butt as he left.

For a moment after he disappeared into the short hallway down to the locker room, there was silence in the room. Then pretty blonde Julie clapped her hands softly.

"This is going to be SO great! Do you think he'll be naked under those shorts?"

"I wish," Anna said. "But there's no way. Did you see the look on his face when Mia pantsed him on the ladder, and he was left in only that sock and rubberband? He'd have a heart attack if he was caught totally nude!"

Kaitlyn turned to Pam, who was looking on and smiling. "Come on, Pam! Tell us what he's going to have on under his shorts!"

"You'll find out soon enough," Pam said cryptically, to the soft jeers of the other women in the room.

A few minutes later, Tim returned. His face was flushed, and he wouldn't look anyone in the eyes as he quickly stalked over to the pull-up bar. "Let's get this over with," he growled.

Sandy stumbled over Becky in her rush to get the camera set up, while the other females in the room were whispering and giggling amongst themselves.

Tim stepped up in front of the pull-up bar, and looked over at Pam. She shook her head very slightly, communicating that she hadn't told anyone what he was wearing under his shorts. Tim glanced over at Danielle and Shawna, who were standing shoulder to shoulder, and watching him with shining eyes. He could tell that they didn't know, and he found himself wishing that he had told Pam to tell all of the women, just so they wouldn't be quite so hyped up with curiosity.

Sandy said, "Just like before, we've got all of the establishing shots, so we can cut to the chase. Ladies, if you will take your positions?"

They all smiled at each other. Julie bounced around in front of her handsome boss, while Anna moved around behind him, and Mia and Kaitlyn stood to the side.

Tim swallowed hard, as Sandy said, "Action." He hopped up and grasped the pull-up bar with both hands, and then acted his way through the same routine as before.

Just as he began to pull himself upward, Anna pulled his shorts down just a bit. A white waistband came into view, and she gave a curious look to Mia and Kaitlyn. He definitely wasn't wearing his gray briefs from before -- these were clearly a pair of white underwear. But what style?

Tim lowered himself, while Julie asked him her distracting questions, momentarily dropping her eyes to see the front of his white waistband revealed as he pulled himself upward again, while Anna gave his shorts one more sneaky tug.

As before, the waistband of his loose-fitting workout shorts had settled low on the waistband of his underwear, and just an inch from where the thickest part of his muscular rump flared outward.

Only Pam knew what she was about to see. The rest of the women in the room were holding their breath in anticipation. Most of them were thinking, "Thong, thong, thong!"

Anna's next effort was the straw that broke the camel's back. Actually, the straw that bared the hunk's bare backside!

As she gave one last tug, Tim pulled himself upwards on more time, and his shorts cleared his bubble butt and dropped downward, baring his ass, then thighs, then calves, before momentarily catching on his shoes, and then fluttering to the floor.

At the top of his pull-up, Tim was left wearing only a white jockstrap. There was an audible gasp in the room, and Tim was blushing so hard that he swore he could hear his own heartbeat in his beet-red ears.

From the back, Mia, Kaitlyn and Anna drank in the sight of their nearly nude boss, from his muscular arms and broad shoulders, down to his narrow waist, and then to the jock that erotically framed his otherwise bare bottom. From the front, Julie took in his broad chest, washboard abs, and --

"Oh my!" she thought, blushing herself. "That pouch is under a lot of pressure!"

It was true, Tim knew. He didn't understand it, and he couldn't control it, but he was well more than half-way to an erection. So much so that he feared that the jockstrap's front pouch wouldn't contain him.

Julie's eyes were locked on his crotch, where the shape of his balls and stiff shaft were clearly outlined in the snug, cotton material.

Tim gasped and dropped from the bar. From the front, Julie -- and Shawna and Danielle, who had moved forward just enough -- saw his junk bobble in the jock's pouch. From the back, the rest of the women in the room saw his firm buns jiggle enticingly as he landed flat-footed on his shorts.

As before, he immediately bent over to retrieve his shorts, and as before, this maneuver gave quite the revealing look to the females behind him, as his out-thrust cheeks wobbled and quivered as he took shuffling little steps to the side to free his shorts from under his feet.

Several women had their hands over their mouths and several others were giggling, but all of them smiled and watched with sparkling eyes as their male victim clumsily hopped and tugged and finally pulled his shorts back into place.

"Cut!" Sandy shouted, and a raucous round of applause and laughter immediately rang out, as Tim's ears burned even more.

"That was amazing!" Julie howled.

"A jockstrap!" Mia said. "Perfect!"

"The internet is going to eat that up!" Kaitlyn said.

Anna slapped a smiling Pam on the back. "You're the best wardrobe person ever!"

The treadmill gag was just as fun for the girls, and just as mortifying for Tim. While his female audience no longer were in suspense about what Tim was wearing under his shorts, they couldn't wait to see it again!

Tim blushed his way through the girls rigging his shorts with the fishing line again. When they were done, Joy spoke up with a change that no one had anticipated. "You're going to have to be really careful this time, Mr. Johnson."

Tim just looked at her.

"Your.... Your..." Joy felt her face flush, but it was as much from excitement as embarrassment, "Your strap won't give you much protection from the treadmill belt. Even when it's going slow, you won't want to press... (ahem)... yourself ... down on that belt very hard."

Tim moaned, knowing that she was right.

In the end, the best he could come up with was a strategy that might have been even more embarrassing for him, if that were possible. As he lowered himself down onto the moving belt, heard Sandy's call for the girls to yank the fishing line and tug off his shorts, and felt himself once again depantsed, he only let the thin material covering his still infuriatingly erect penis touch the sliding belt for just a moment, before he rolled onto his hip.

This strategy resulted in every female in the room getting a quick look at his squirming buns, followed by a longer look at his bouncing erection in its cotton pouch flipping to the side, and then flopping against his stomach as he ended the shot mostly on his back, with the belt sliding him off the end of the treadmill deck and spilling him onto the floor.

He hit the floor with more force than he expected, and he knew that the impact sent the contents of his jockstrap bouncing for a few seconds. He quickly braced himself and pushed himself to his feet, and clamped his hands over his crotch.

"Cut!" Sandy said. Another round of feminine laughter and applause. Another humiliation for the mortified hunk of a boss.

He held out one hand and gestured to Anna, whose eyes were traveling up and down his exposed body. She seemed to have forgotten that she was holding Tim's shorts. When she didn't toss them to him, Tim walked quickly over to her and snatched them out of her hands, and continued right past her, power-walking toward the men's locker room as fast as he could.

Every female eye in the room turned toward him, and as if he could feel it, Tim pulled his shorts around behind him to try to cover his jiggling, retreating bottom.

Sneaky Mia noticed the length of fishing line skitter past her on the floor, and she quickly leapt forward and stomped on it. The line pulled taut, and the shorts were pulled out of Tim's hands, exposing his tush once again. He instinctively turned back toward the women, and Mia quickly stepped to one side and crossed her arms, and tried to look innocent.

Rather than take a few steps back and try to retrieve the shorts, Tim calculated that discretion was the better part of valor, and he turned away again and headed toward the showers.

His lusty female audience was rewarded with the sexy sight of his round, firm bottom cheeks, framed and jiggling within the white straps of his jock, as he made his humiliating flight.