by C. W. Niess
The elevator that always seemed to be broken was open for business. It was as if the universe was clearing a path for Mark’s undoing; the voyeur was about to become the star of his own show. Unfortunately, this was not a show Mark wanted anything to do with.
Following the long elevator ride, Mark stepped into the sixth-floor foyer. The door to Lucy’s hallway was closed refusing him a chance to take in the scene awaiting him. Instead, he stepped nervously into the empty study room. Not sure where the girls were, he was grateful for one last moment alone before going through with Lucy’s plans.
Waiting for him on one of the tables, Mark found an old-school brown clipboard with a carefully prepared signup sheet and pen. The sheet included each of the three girls Lucy had said was in the shower the previous morning. Of course, Mark had not seen the other girls showering when he peeped on Lucy. They were about to see plenty of him, though, since he would have to strip naked before visiting their rooms.
“I see you found the signup list,” Lucy said entering the study room with Janice and Brooke. Mark’s ex-girlfriend made no attempt to hide her excitement at Mark’s impending punishment. “I’ll bet you’re anxious to get started.”
Chapter Five
Lucy and Janice took their seats by the doorway as Mark prepared for his punishment, he found himself cornered between three walls and his audience. After closing the study room door, Brooke circled around behind Mark instead of sitting with Janice and Lucy. With everyone in place, Janice purposefully lifted her cell phone and began recording video.
“Well,” Lucy said confidently. “You know what to do.”
Thanks to Lucy’s meticulous instructions, Mark did know precisely what was expected of him. To start with, he was to strip naked right there in front of Lucy and her friends. From there, he was going to seek out the other girls from the shower, his other supposed victims from the morning prior.
After closing his eyes for a few seconds, Mark slowly removed his shoes. He rolled his socks in a wad then carefully inserted them into one of his empty shoes. He then carefully set his footwear on the table next to the signup list.
“Come on now,” Janice said. “It’s nothing we haven’t seen before. Move it along.”
Janice was correct. In fact, the three girls present were the only girls to see Mark naked since he was a toddler. Lucy, Mark’s singular sexual conquest, saw him naked several times while they were dating. Janice and Brooke saw Mark naked for the first time that morning. Mark realized the list of people he had exposed himself to was about to grow exponentially.
Mark gasped for air as he slid his shirt up over his torso and free of his head. As humiliating as this experience was, it was also strangely exciting for him, a state of being that was hardly lost on his audience. As he did with his shoes, Mark carefully placed his shirt on the table.
Mark’s fingers clenched involuntarily as he fought to unbuckle his belt and force his pants down his legs. It was as if, through some automatic self-defense mechanism, his body was rebelling against Lucy’s demands. Once his pants hit the ground, Mark immediately took a second to adjust his dick beneath his underwear. He couldn’t bear looking at the girls even though he felt their eyes drinking in his humiliation.
Standing there in his green briefs, Mark carefully folded his pants and placed them on top of his shirt and shoes. Mark forced himself to breathe in then out as he thought about what was next; the lump in his throat prevented him from swallowing. His penance was about to begin in earnest. From this point until his punishment was over, he was not his own man. He was Lucy’s property, a sexual toy to embarrass and play with as she and the other girls saw fit.
“Lucy,” Mark begged fully comprehending the futility of his plea. “Can we just…?”
“Mark,” Lucy snapped extending her palm toward her subject. “NO.”
Mark dropped his head even lower than before. He reached behind his back and slid his clenched thumbs into the elastic waistband just over his butt crack. He circled his thumbs around his waist; he slowly and deliberately pushed his underwear down his hips. Just as his dick was about to pop free of the material, however, Mark paused. He lost his nerve.
“Hurry up, Mark,” Lucy demanded calmly. “Quit stalling.”
Mark stood there stunned. He wanted to move, to say anything at all; he couldn’t.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” Lucy warned.
“You can do this,” Brooke added in an encouraging tone as she circled around Mark presumably for a better vantage point.
With a quick burst, he pushed the underwear to his knees and released them to the cold tile floor. Completely exposed to the group, Mark stood frozen, unsure what to do next. He couldn’t even force his hands over his attentive penis.
Giggling, Janice leaned into Lucy’s ear and whispered what Mark could only assume was some insult about his body. He was glad Janice had the courtesy to keep her snarky remarks private.
Eventually, Mark caught his bearings. He covered himself with one while hand while reaching the other down slowly to pick up his underwear, he folded the briefs as best he could then tucked them into his empty shoe.
“Come over here,” Lucy commanded. “We want a better look.”
Cupping his hard dick and avoiding any eye contact, Mark stepped toward the three girls.
“Hands down,” Lucy insisted. “Don’t do that again.”
Mark dropped his hands to his sides and stood trembling before Lucy, Brooke, and Janice. While he refused eye contact, none of the girls made any attempt to avert their gaze. Worse, Janice was capturing this, yet another of his most humiliating moments, on video. Mark was falling deeper into the girls’ control with every second, every picture, and every video frame and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
Mark’s penis felt larger and harder than even in the shower that morning. He worried that he was going to ejaculate right there in front of the girls. Despite everything, he couldn’t rationalize the uncomfortable balance between arousal and humiliation. He wanted desperately to cover himself; at the same time, he enjoyed the girls staring at his naked body. Time eluded him; he felt like he was in a trance or a dream.
“Go ahead and grab your signup list,” Lucy demanded coldly. “Don’t keep everyone waiting.”
Mark stepped back turning toward the clipboard; he was thankful for even a few seconds out of direct sight. He lifted the carefully prepared list and turned back toward the door. For a moment, Mark positioned the clipboard between his throbbing manhood and the girls’ view; Lucy’s immediate and unmistakable stare, however, reiterated that such modesty was wholly unacceptable.
“So get to it,” Lucy said leaning back in her chair and lifting her right hand toward the study room door. “You’re not done until all three girls are signed up.”
Mark caught Brooke’s reaction out of the corner of his eye; she was staring intently at his embarrassment and fighting off a giggle of her own. She was actually amused by all this! So much for trying to help him.
Mark knew what he had to do next. He was expected to traipse into the hallway completely naked and knock on the three girls’ doors. He would have to explain himself to each of the girls before signing them up for a night of service. Mark didn’t know how much Lucy told the girls about her plan. Did they know he had been spying on Lucy while they were in the shower? If not, how would they react to such a revelation
“Now,” Lucy insisted. “We don’t have all night.”
Mark forced one foot in front of the other across the tile floor as he moved toward the study room door. He considered the irony of how much he didn’t want to leave the study room where he was exposed to the three girls because he knew his humiliation would only get worse after leaving the trio behind.
Mark’s senses were piqued; he could feel the cold air against his skin as his dick throbbed out of control. The hair on his arms and neck stood at full alert in the musty dormitory air. His stomach twisted in anticipation
. Mark gripped the cold door handle firmly and turned it. He pushed the door slightly ajar scoping out the foyer area. It seemed empty.
“Any day now,” Lucy insisted in a jovial yet demanding tone.
Mark pushed open the door as if he was ripping a bandage off a healed wound; he stepped bravely into the empty foyer. Mark found himself between the study room and its group of tormentors on one side and a hallway of doors, multiple opportunities for him to expose and humiliate himself anew, on the other.
Not wanting to spend too much time in the open foyer, Mark rushed blindly through the hallway door. He knew there was no sense trying to scope out the row of dormitory rooms first; he would have to brave the hallway nonetheless and couldn’t spend any more time by the elevators than was absolutely necessary.
As he entered the hallway, Mark saw three girls about twenty feet down the hall. One was wearing only a towel, and the other two were dressed for a Friday night on the town. Focused more on their conversation, they didn’t immediately notice their denuded intruder, but it would only be a matter of time. He needed to find his first door quickly.
Mark walked past the shower room and moved toward his first stop; his destination was halfway between the showers and the loitering girls. His movement, however, was enough to capture the girls’ attention well before making it to the designated room.
“Woohoo,” one of the girls said falling back against the wall and clutching her stomach.
“Hi there, Mark,” the towel-clad girl said with a grin. “I’d offer you my towel, but then I’d be naked too.”
“That’s OK,” the third girl added. “He seems to be enjoying himself all right.”
Mark didn’t respond opting instead to knock on the first door from his list. While Mark wasn’t looking forward to what was behind the door, he was hopeful that it might get him out of the open hallway and away from his current group of spectators.
Mark's urgency only increased as the group of girls started moving in his direction.
After only a single knock, fortunately, the door opened. A heavyset girl with brown hair motioned for Mark to step inside; thankful to escape the hallway, Mark immediately accepted entrance. A short girl with curly blonde hair turned from her computer to check out their naked guest. The girls appeared as though they knew exactly why Mark was visiting their room.
“Are you Emily?” Mark asked the blonde. “I’m looking for Emily.”
“Have a seat,” the blonde said motioning to another chair. “I’m Emily. This is my roommate, Janna.”
“That’s okay,” Mark responded politely. “I just need to sign you up for a night.”
“A night?” the blonde asked as if she didn’t know why Mark was there. "Sign us up for what?"
Mark figured the girls had to be expecting him. They let a naked stranger into the room without any hesitation or question. "You know about the showers?" Mark asked. "Right?"
“You mean about you spying on my friend here?” Janna added.
“Well,” Mark argued. “I didn’t exactly spy on you, Emily. It was my ex-girlfriend.”
“Oh,” Emily responded. She raised her hands wide and shrugged at Mark. “So that makes it okay? She was your girlfriend.” Emily again motioned for Mark to have a seat.
“No,” Mark insisted; he sat down as requested. “It’s not okay, and I’m definitely sorry. I’m supposed to come by and entertain you for an evening next week,” Mark explained. “I just need you to sign up for a time.”
“And how are YOU going to entertain US?” Janna asked. She stepped around Mark and leaned against the desk Emily was working on.
“Whatever you want,” Mark replied. “Didn’t Lucy tell you about this?”
“Settle down,” Emily insisted grabbing her purse from the desk. “Let me look at my calendar.”
Mark rested the clipboard on his lap. While Lucy made it clear that covering himself was not acceptable, Mark decided to risk some modesty.
“Let me see,” the blonde mused while punching commands into her phone. “My schedule is just so busy this semester.”
The roommates were obviously dragging things out, and Mark could only play along with their game. If nothing else, this had to be better than strolling bare-ass naked down the hallway. As Emily scanned her phone for an open date, Janna stared intently at his naked body. Even with the clipboard on his lap, her gaze made him uncomfortable.
“What do you know?” Emily said. “Monday should work.”
The girls logged the appointment in their phones while Mark noted their chosen date on his clipboard. He thought about suggesting that Janna didn’t need to participate in their Monday activities. He realized, however, that such a demand would be a waste of breath for him and another opportunity to claim dominance for the girls.
“I guess we’ll see you Monday,” Emily said as she stepped past Mark toward her door. The curly-haired blonde opened the door and motioned for him to exit.
“Oh, baby,” Emily’s roommate added. “We’re gonna have SO MUCH fun together.”
Mark was surprised by how suddenly the girls were letting him leave the room. When he first sat down, he assumed they were going to drag this out as long as possible. As much as Mark wanted to finish his rounds, he didn’t long for another trip into the hallway. What if the three girls were still out there? He especially worried about the girl wearing the towel. How did she know his name?
Mark was relieved to find the hallway empty as Emily slammed the door behind him. Without delay, Mark began his search for the next room and for Alison, the second girl on his list. It didn’t take long since Alison’s room was only two doors down from Emily’s. Quickly and as quietly as possible, Mark knocked on the door.
Seconds after his knock, a tall brunette opened the door as far as the chain lock would permit; she checked out her naked visitor through the crack. “What the fuck are you doing?” the girl asked. “You’re fucking naked!”
“I’m sorry,” Mark responded. He went to cover his cock with the clipboard then remembered Lucy’s instructions to not do so. “Are you Alison? Lucy sent me. Didn’t she tell you I was coming?”
“Get out of here now, or I’ll call campus police,” the girl threatened as she slammed her door shut.
Mark wasn’t sure how to handle this situation. He was supposed to sign Alison up for a night of service, but she wouldn’t even talk to him. While Mark thought briefly about calling his effort off and going back to Lucy, he decided instead to move on to the third door. He had to assume that Lucy had planned everything out and was prepared for such a scenario. It wasn’t his fault if Alison wanted no part in Lucy’s game.
Just as Mark stepped away from Alison’s room, the brunette whipped her door open, all the way this time, and motioned for Mark to come back. Rather than inviting Mark into her room, however, she snatched the clipboard from Mark’s hands, retreated into the room, and slammed the door shut. Mark hoped that Alison changed her mind and was signing up for an evening. He couldn’t let himself consider the other option, that Alison just stranded him in the hallway without his clipboard.
As Mark waited nervously for his signup list, the girl in the towel from earlier came back out of the shower. This time, she had a second towel around her dark hair, and she was heading back to her room. This seemed like the worst case scenario for Mark. The girl somehow knew his name, and, while she looked familiar, Mark had no idea who she was.
The girl was not at all shy. Her breasts fought against the towel’s fold as they billowed against her body heaving up and down as she walked. The bottom of the wrapped towel barely covered her hips leaving a slit along the front of her right leg every time she stepped forward. Her bold gait repeatedly pulled the towel’s edge between her legs threatening to but never actually revealing her pussy.
“Where’s your clipboard,” the girl joked leaning up against the wall next to him.
“She has it in there,” Mark responded motioning his head toward the door. Out of reflex, he
again went to cover his cock. He forced his own hands back, however, leaving himself completely exposed to the girl in the towel.
“So you don’t remember me, do you?” the girl asked.
“Remember you?” Mark asked nervously as he wracked his brain. “Do I know you?”
“That’s OK,” the girl said. “I’m Tina’s older sister, Monica. We went to the same high school. I think we even had a couple classes together.”
“Oh. I mean...Monica. I think I remember.”
“No, you don’t,” Monica responded smiling as she stepped toward him provocatively. Mark could feel her soggy towel against the tip of his penis as she invaded his personal space. “That’s okay,” Monica whispered into his ear. “You’ll remember me next time. Won’t you?”
Mark recoiled from Monica’s advance clutching both hands over his center. Monica stepped into Mark pressing her body against his. The back of her hands rubbed gently against his fingers as he fought to keep his cock under wraps. The friction from their bodies loosened the towel’s grip around Monica’s breast. Just as the towel started to fall, however, Monica twisted herself free of him and re-secured the wrap around her body.
With a wink and a smile, Monica turned away from Mark and headed back to her room. As Monica walked down the hallway, she smiled back at him confidently. His legs unable to support his own weight, his back slid down the wall. His limbs crisscrossed his body like a spider web around a soon-to-be devoured insect.
Just like that, it all came back to Mark. While he didn’t know Monica very well, he certainly knew Monica’s little sister. Tina was Mark’s own step-sister’s best friend. Tina had even gone on a couple vacations with Mark’s family when they were in high school. The idea of running into Tina’s older sister like this scared the shit out of him and realizing that someone from his high school saw him naked in the hallway made him feel even more exposed.