Young Boss Tricked & Exposed Ch. 32-33

Part 32

A few minutes later, the camera was set up once again for a final sequence, this time for the internet version.

Pam went into the separate area of the locker room, and found Tim standing in front of his locker with his towel tied tightly around his waist, looking worried. She said in a soothing voice, "Why do you look so scared? There's only one more quick sequence to shoot, and then it will be over!"

Tim anxiously said, "I know."

"So what's the—" Pam began, but then stopped herself. "Are you still... excited?"

She took a step toward him, and Tim hopped back, blushing. She knew exactly what he was thinking: she'd sneakily taken him in her mouth earlier, and that had only made his situation worse!

When Tim didn't answer, Pam grabbed his hand, and gave it a little tug. "It's no big deal. The pouch will keep you mostly covered." She turned and pulled him by the hand. When she felt that he was following after her, she released his hand, and turned away from him, leading him toward the open area between the locker room and the showers.

Facing away from him now, she allowed her lips to curl into a sly grin. If the poor guy only knew what was happening to the damp fabric of his tiny posing pouch right now, he'd run for his life! Sneaky Pam knew that she was at least as wet as his posing pouch, and that thought made her grin grow bigger.

She sang out over her shoulder, "Just don't think any sexy thoughts." And then she surreptitiously pulled the waistband of her snug shorts a little tighter, and put a little extra ass wiggle in her walk.

Tim's eyes dropped to Pam's pert little behind as she sashayed ahead of him, unable to follow her advice.

As the two of them emerged into the open area between the lockers and the showers, Tim pulled his attention away from Pam's sexy walk, and noticed that something in the atmosphere was different. All of the female eyes in the room were on him, and those eyes seemed just a little brighter than they had been before.

Unbeknownst to Tim, as soon as Sandy and Joy had come back from the alley, they began whispering to the other girls. The words "posing pouch" and "water soluble" were electric, and they rocketed quietly around the room. Within minutes, the manic horniness level in the room was unmistakable, and it was all the women could do to keep the sly smiles off their faces as Tim was led into the room.

As Shawna noticed the wary look on Tim's handsome face, she took charge. "Okay, this scene should go pretty quickly. We can use most of the set-up from the tv version, and we'll only need a few reaction shots from the ladies, so we can jump ahead to near the end of the shoot."

Shawna knew that Tim would welcome that idea - "this will all be over soon!" - and he did. If he had been thinking a little more clearly, he might have noticed that the women's reaction shots to his implied nudity would be identical in the tv and internet versions, which meant that there was no legitimate reason for all of them to witness his embarrassment again. Not to mention Becky and Pam and Danielle, none of whom technically needed to be here.

But Tim was not thinking clearly. He was embarrassed, and horny, and dreading the moment that he'd have to stand under the shower in just that posing pouch!

Shawna's voice brought him back to the moment. "We've got the camera in place. This first shot is you walking into the shower. We'll use the close-up shot of you slapping your towel over the top of the divider from the tv version."

Tim nodded, and got into place. Shawna held her hand out to him expectantly, and he looked at it blankly for just a second. Then he looked down at his towel, blushed, and fumbled at it quickly, before he could lose his nerve.

He loosened the knot in the towel and undid it. As he pulled it away from his waist, he turned away from the other women standing around near the entrance, and handed the towel sideways to Shawna, who gladly took it. Her eyes dropped to Tim's untanned white buns. With him standing in three-quarter profile to her, their firm roundness was enticingly displayed!

Tim saw Shawna's eyes drop, and quickly turned away, knowing that all of the women in the room now had a nice, unobstructed view of his backside, covered only by the tiny strings going sideways across the top of his rump and vertically down between his cheeks. What he didn't know is that while she took in the side view of his fine ass, she was also examining the strings of his pouch, and noticing several frayed sections that he was blissfully unaware of.

He took a deep breath. Joy was at the camera, and she said, "Let's get a little smoke in here." Sandy opened a valve on the smoke machine, and directed the nozzle toward the showers. In a few seconds, some smoke appeared and pushed forward.

"Not too much," Joy said. "The hot water is not on yet, plus we don't want so much smoke that the audience won't be able to see that Mr. Johnson is bottomless."

Tim stood there, aware of a few giggles from behind him, and the heat in his face. When Joy finally said, "Action," he started walking to the showers. He could feel the women's eyes on his mostly bare ass, but he made himself walk at a leisurely, natural pace.

He got to the shower wall, and stepped to one side, turning on the water. The spray came out, and he adjusted its temperature. When it was comfortably warm, he stepped under it. Still facing the wall, he reached out and got some shampoo. As the water coursed over his body, he started shampooing his short, brown hair.

Danielle leaned toward Shawna and quietly said, "That's a lot of water. How long do you think the pouch will last?"

Shawna couldn't help smiling. "I don't know. I only found out that Pam had doctored the pouch a few minutes ago."

Danielle returned her excited smile, and said, "I think that girl deserves a raise!"

Shawna said, "Absolutely."

The women all watched eagerly, focusing on the scrap of fabric that was Tim's only covering, and willing it to disintegrate. Shawna took up her humiliating commentary, even though there was no camera on Tim's four employees, whose actions she was supposedly narrating.

"Tim's sneaky employees creep into the shower room, and are stopped in their tracks at the sight of their hunky boss' totally naked body!"

Tim's ears burned as he continued to rub the shampoo into his scalp.

Joy said, "Okay, the hot water is on, so give us a little more smoke."

Sandy said, "You got it," and pointed the nozzle and released more smoke.

"Okay," Shawna said, tingling with anticipation and winking at an excited Danielle, "time for the Full Monty. As Mr. Johnson turns around, the girls' jaws drop open, shocked at what they see."

Tim groaned to himself. Why did she have to provide that mortifying commentary?! He was embarrassed enough already, and for some reason, the words "Full Monty" sent a chill up his (naked) spine. He tried to make himself turn toward the camera, but Shawna's words echoed off the tile walls, and he felt paralyzed.

The women were all at such a peak of excitement that Tim's inaction seemed to stretch out for an hour. They gave each other questioning, side-ways looks, as Tim continued with the shampoo, streams of water pouring down over his shoulders and back, and over his perfectly sculpted buns.

Shawna cleared her throat, and repeated herself. "As Mr. Johnson turns around, the girls are shocked and delighted."

Tim's paralyzing spell was broken, and he forced himself to pivot to one side. He kept his hands up in his hair, and his eyes closed against the sudsy water that ran in rivulets down over his face. But even if there had been no shampoo in his hair he'd have kept his eyes clamped shut.

He couldn't bear to face the eager leers of his coworkers and employees, even though he could feel their eyes on him as he completed his turn.

There was an audible gasp from several of the women, but the rest were speechless at the erotic vision presented to them by their reluctant, powerless boss.

The muscles in his raised biceps flexed as he continued to rub in the shampoo. The water coursed over his shoulders and forward, down over his defined pecs and across his clearly cut abs, and—

"Good lord," Mia said, speaking for every female in the room.

Tim's white posing pouch was soaked and semi-transparent, clinging to his balls and the lower half of his shaft like a second skin. Above the waistband of the miniscule pouch, the top of his shaft thrust up into the open air, its engorged head bobbing with his movements, a slightly darker color than the rest of him.

Shawna fought back a burst of laughter. The contrast between Tim's bared, flawless, Adonis body and his blushing face, his eyes tightly closed as if he could shut out the reality of his lusty audience, was as comic as it was erotic.

"As he rinses the last of the shampoo from his hair," Shawna said, "he opens his eyes, only to find - to his shame - that he is not alone."

Tim could feel the rising heat in his face, and he could not make himself open his eyes. He tilted his head back a bit into the falling water, and with both hands pressed his hair tight to his scalp, forcing the soapy water backwards. But he didn't open his eyes.

Shawna cleared her throat again, and began, "He opens his—"

And at that moment, the inevitable happened. The pressure of his rock-hard erection overcame the weakened, water-soluble thread in his small, overtaxed posing pouch.

The tiny garment ripped apart and fell to his feet, releasing his now completely exposed dick to bob and rebound in the steamy air of the shower room.

Tim's handsome brown eyes snapped open wide in shock, confronting the sight of ten entranced females staring at him.

But all of their eyes were locked below his waist, their expressions as stunned as his own.

Part 33

For several seconds, the only sound in the room was the splashing hiss of the shower.

Then Julie said, "WOW!"

And Kaitlyn said, "Oh my!"

And Anna said, "He's NAKED!"

All at the same time.

Those cries broke the ice, and there was suddenly motion everywhere. Some of the women in the room gasped in delight, some giggled, and Danielle and Joy both covered their mouths in shock.

Tim dropped his shampoo-filled hands down and slapped them over his crotch, sending an explosive burst of suds in all directions, and causing the females who were not already giggling to start laughing uproariously.

"H- h- hey!" Tim's strangled cry was all he could get out, as his already pink face burst into a full blush. He knelt down and grabbed his posing pouch off of the floor, then straightened up and looked at it. He groaned in despair as it separated into two more pieces in his hand, both of which slapped wetly to the floor at his feet. Again!

Tim replaced his second hand over his crotch, but to no avail. His erection slipped and bobbed into and out of view, and the sensation of his shampoo-slick hands grasping and sliding across it threatened to bring him to—

OH NO! He couldn't cum right here, in front of all of these women that he knew so well! Tim yanked both hands away from his hard dick, causing it to bounce and waggle violently, throwing off small showers of suds with each gyration.

None of the women knew what on earth he was doing, but they all recognized the absurd humor in their shy, totally nude boss waggling his impressive, sudsy erection around in the open air, as if he were trying to slap them with it.

Another round of laughter burst out. Pam and Kaitlyn actually fell to their knees, gasping for breath. Mia and Julie leaned on each other, eyes watering, looking from their mortified boss to each other, and then back again.

Tim was momentarily paralyzed. He desperately wanted to cover his cock and balls, but he was too near a climax to risk it. He felt like he was hyperventilating. He had to do something!

Afterwards, he replayed that moment over and over in his mind. Why hadn't he gone for the towel that he'd given to Shawna at the start of the scene? Or even run for the door? Why had he fixated on getting back to his locker and retrieving his clothes?

Because that's what he did: he took off on a dead run for the other part of the locker room.

Unfortunately for Tim, most of his female audience was between him and his goal

For the women, it looked like the humiliated hunk had completely lost his mind. First he slapped both hands over his upright dick, then he shot both hands out to his sides like he'd burned himself. Then he charged right toward them.

The tiled shower-room floor was slick, and his feet as bare as his body, Tim got off to a very slow start, which kept him from potentially hurting himself or one of his female colleagues, even as it contributed even further to his eventual humiliation.

Tim's unsure first few steps gave Shawna and Danielle time to recognize what he was doing, and to react.

Danielle said, "What are you doing?"

Shawna said, "Joy, move the camera. Tim, stop!"

But Tim was finally gaining a little momentum, and he chugged forward.

Joy moved to her right, and Mia and Julie moved to their left, and Kaitlyn helped Pam back to her feet. Anna was the slowest of Tim's employees to react, and she had almost moved out of his way to the right as he neared her.

The parting of the first row of women left Shawna and Danielle directly in Tim's path, and both of them reacted too slowly, too.

As he saw that he was on a collision course, Tim made a little dodging movement to their left.

Or at least he tried to. But the damp floor and his wet feet conspired to thwart him, and he felt both feet start to slide out from beneath him.

The next few seconds felt like slow motion, as he slid forward, a prisoner of his own momentum. Anna just barely got out of his way as he moved past, but Shawna and Danielle were not so lucky. As his feet slid out to his left, his shoulders collided with Shawna's left breast, and his lower chest caught Danielle about 8 inches above her waist. As the three of them fell backwards, Tim's pinwheeling hands caught Danielle's button-down shirt, tearing it open and tugging her along with him.

As Tim landed on his bare ass, Shawna fell free to her right side, while Danielle followed Tim down, landing on his chest, and then rotating around as they slide across the floor. Tim instinctively rolled her to the side to keep her from impacting the floor, and they ended their slide in a side-by-side embrace.

Once again there were surprised gasps, followed by a short, stunned silence.

Then Shawna said, "Tim, what the hell?!"

"I'm sorry!" Tim said. He looked into Danielle's stunned eyes. "Are you okay?"

"I- I think so," she said. Tim released her, and they both sat up. Then Tim's eyes dropped to Danielle's chest, and her glance followed his.

Danielle's shirt had been partially torn open, and it and her cream-colored bra were both soaking wet. Her bra was essentially transparent, and like every other female in the room, Tim's bawdy, comic performance had her nipples rock hard, poking through the wet material of her bra.

"Yaaa!" Danielle shrieked, covering her chest.

Tim rolled onto his knees and stood half-way up. "I'm so sorry! Let me help you."

But in his position, his waist was just above Danielle's head, and when she looked up at him, his bouncing, sudsy dick lightly bounced off of her cheek.

"Tim!" Shawna shouted. "What are you doing?!" She jumped forward, and without thinking, slapped Tim's wet, bare rump, yelling, "Get away from her!"

Tim yelped and stood up, moving both hands to cover his stinging ass. But this motion made his uncovered cock once again swing around, narrowly missing Danielle's head.

She instinctively ducked away, but her shocked surprise was already starting to give way to a lusty half-grin, as she watched Tim's impressive member slide through the air in front of her. Shawna knelt to help her back to her feet, while clever Anna moved forward, seeing her opportunity.

She was behind Tim, and his gorgeous bare buns were completely unprotected. She swung her right arm crisply, shouting just as the vicious spank landed, "Give her some room, she might be hurt!"

Tim once again turned toward the latest indignity, as Julie saw her chance, and laid her own emphatic spank on his deliciously wobbling tush. "Hey!" Tim said, trying to get his hands out in front of him to defend himself.

Mia was inspired by her co-workers' bold moves to spank their hunky boss, but she moved a little too slowly. As her open hand was heading toward his exposed rump, his defensive move meant that he turned toward her, changing the angle.

Mia's small palm slapped into Tim's whirling shaft, sending a small shower of suds and water droplets into the air and causing him to flinch backwards. "Ouch!"

By now Danielle was back on her feet, and Shawna turned to assess the situation. Joy was holding the camera loosely in front of her, and Shawna made her decision instantly. "Joy, get that camera back on him! Girls, move out of the shot!"

"What?!" Tim said, as his colleagues followed Shawna's orders. "You can't film this!"

"We're almost done," Shawna said. "I don't know what you were thinking, but we can still salvage this shot. Get back over to the shower, and you can still make your run for the door."

"But I'm naked!" Tim said. As if listening to his own words, he slapped both hands over his crotch. His accidental collision and the momentary fear that he'd hurt someone had distracted him, so that his near ejaculatory moment had passed.

"You're just going to have to finish the scene in the nude!"

"I- I- can't do that!" he insisted.

"We don't have another posing pouch for you, so there's no other option." She put a hand on his shoulder and half-turned him. He slipped a little on the wet tile, and Shawna emphasized who was in charge by slapping his pinkening bottom, and barking, "Now get your cute little ass over there and let's finish this."

Tim's head was spinning, he still felt like he was hyperventilating, and he couldn't think straight. How had it come to this?!

Shawna said, "Move it, mister! Let's go!" as she set Tim's pert cheeks jiggling with two more sharp spanks.

He hopped forward to get his bare ass out of the line of fire, slipped a little, then recovered his balance and started taking careful, mincing steps back toward the still-running shower.

Shawna looked around her at the semi-circle of smiling females, their delighted eyes locked on Tim's bouncing bare ass, and she smiled too. "Okay, let's finish this." Joy moved forward with the camera, and Shawna waved Tim's eager employees forward too.

As Tim made it back to the shower, he stepped under the stream and turned his back to it. The water felt good on the growing, stinging warmth in his tush. He wanted to rub some of the sting out of his bare cheeks, but he wasn't about to uncover his penis again.

Until Shawna said, "Okay, let's pick up where we left off. Mr. Johnson shows his sneaky employees everything he's got, and they can't control themselves."

Tim looked at his employees, all of them now with the same eager grins on their pretty, flushed faces.

Shawna said, "Hands on your head, and close your eyes, Tim." When he hesitated, she said, "Don't make me come over there and spank your naughty bottom!"

That did it. With her mortifying words burning in his ears, Tim raised his hands and began to rub what was left of the shampoo in his hair. After a half-minute of that, Shawna said, "Open your eyes."

Tim did so, and put on a shocked expression as he saw his horny audience. Shawna said, "Get him, girls!"

Anna led the pack with a lusty, "Woohoo!" and Tim turned and fled toward the door leading out to the alley. Joy caught a long, clear shot of the naked male, slipping and sliding and running as fast as he could to the door. He slid the last few feet into it, then yanked on the handle and pulled it open.