Walter's Second Day

** This story contains ENM, CFNM, FORCED MALE NUDITY, and NON-CONSENSUAL SEXUAL ACTS -- all characters in the story are adults.

**This is a work of fiction. If you can't suspend your reality to get into the reality of the story, then this isn't the story for you.

Day 2

Walter woke up with a raging boner. He pulled the blanket off his body to find his cock staring back at him. He sighed as he grabbed it and pointed it up at the ceiling. He admired the way it had thick veins traveling up the cut shaft. Its head was plump pink perfection. As much as he desperately wanted to, he didn't stroke himself. He knew he needed to keep himself worked up so it'd be easier to stay hard all day.

He thought about Chard on the train. He decided against spending the night with Chard, he needed a clear head before proceeding with whatever it was that it would be between them. Chad wanted to date, but the idea of dating his boss's son, the same boss who was putting him in this obnoxious predicament, was not appealing. Even Chad and Caroline's relationship was strained.

His bare size 12 feet padded across the floor of his room to the bathroom. He flipped on the light and admired his physique in the mirror. He couldn't blame the women for being so attracted to him, he was very attractive. While he normally didn't spend time thinking about something like that, he couldn't help it today. He watched himself rub his hand across his ample pecs. His skin looked so irresistibly soft. He cupped his left pec in his right hand and shook it, watching the bounce in the mirror. He ran his hands down his abs, letting his fingers slowly dance across each ripple.

His cock was at full attention as he flexed his biceps, then turned around to admire his backside in the mirror. He knew what it was like to fuck guys with an ass like his, it was amazing. It felt so good to get a nice pair of cheeks in your hands... or on your face.

Walter stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over his body. His cock went flaccid enough that it was sticking forward, but it was going to be fully hard again soon. He was worried that being erect so much would damage his cock or sexual health. He had a difficult time getting fully soft last night, but he figured he would probably return to normal when he finally came. "Mmm." He moaned as a stream of piss emerged from the mouth of his penis and splashed against the wall of the shower.

Walter put his aripods in and blasted "Worth It" by Fifth Harmony on his way to the train station, completely naked. It was a cool morning, which made his cock flaccid (still an impressive soft 6 inches though). Each step made his smooth cock and balls sway.

The men and women he passed on the way had a plethora of reactions: shock, anger, excitement, humor, disgust, and intrigue. Of course their phones came out. There was no living in this day and age without knowing a situation was going to be documented digitally, and the hot guy walking around naked with a big penis was worthy material to be documented for social media, especially when said big cock flailed around wildly while he walked at a normal pace. He couldn't deny that he'd want to snap a picture if he saw a guy who looked like Chris Hemsworth, his biggest crush, doing the same thing.

"You're that guy who has to work naked, right?" A woman asked as he sat down on the train.

"Yes." Walter responded unamused.

"You sound grumpy," she said.

The rest of the ride was uninterrupted naked bliss.

The busy sidewalk certainly proved to be worse than the train station. Walter felt hands on his ass and his cock, but there were so many people walking by that every time he turned to catch someone they touched the other side of him. The one block journey felt like 50 miles. He was the naked beefy piece of meat in a sea of suits.

Walter walked into his building and took out his badge to scan through security. The security guard on duty was a middle aged white man, Jim, who was nicely built. He had dark hair that was starting to gray. "Good morning, Jim." Walter said.

"Good morning, Walter." Jim held out his hand, but when Walter went to shake his hand Jim grabbed his cock and shook it like he was shaking a hand.

"Really?" Walter asked.

"Sorry, Walt, these are the rules now." Jim shrugged, sliding his hand across Walter's cock as he pulled it away. "Have a nice day buddy."

As Walter walked past Jim smacked his ass. He'd be lying if he said he didn't mind Jim touching him, he was cute and had that daddy vibe going.

He heard a woman behind him giggle, "I'd like to get in on that."

"Go right ahead, ma'am." Jim said.

Walter felt a smaller hand smack his ass then give it a squeeze. "Delicious." She said coming around Walter. She had a Samantha Jones vibe, she disgusted him.

"I'd say the same... but I don't like to lie."

Walter watched her dejected face disappear as the elevator door closed with her on the other side.

"Ouch." The guy next to him said. He was short and nerdy looking. The man dropped his briefcase in front of Walter, then immediately went to pick it up. Walter tried to step back but bumped into the person behind him, who immediately put their hands on his ass to stop him... but their hands firmly grabbed him to stop him.

"Sorry," the guy said as he picked up the briefcase. As he stood he turned his face toward Walter's body and his mouth ran along Walter's balls and cock, knocking his glasses off.

"What the fuck, creep." Walter said.

"Excuse me?" The man asked, stunned.

"What's your problem?"

"We all got the email, pervert. You're the one walking around naked! You're the creep!"

"You're one of the sick fucks who agreed to this, I'm just trying to keep my job. I'm a person with feelings, not your human lollipop."

The elevator opened on the second floor and the man stormed out, a couple of others quietly followed. When the elevator doors closed he felt hands on his ass again.

"Get over yourself, there are plenty of jobs out there." The woman's voice said. "You signed that contract because you like the way it feels to have people sexualize this body you've worked so hard on." Her hands rubbed his waist and then came around to his thighs uncomfortably close to his cock, which sprang from the tickle.

The elevator opened on the 3rd floor and the woman, who was at least in her 60s, walked out.

Then Walter felt a big hand smack his ass as a Tom Selleck type walked past him. "You're a fine piece of ass." The man said.

"I'm gay." Walter blurted.

The man stopped and leaned into Walter, gently pressing their lips together, his cock sprang to fully hard. "I'd never be able to agree to the terms of that contract because I'd want to suck that fat cock all day." He winked, then left.

"Damn." A woman behind him whispered.

Nobody else on the elevator touched him as he finally reached the fifth floor. He got off and sighed, glad to have a moment to himself. He looked down at his dick that was now leaking precum. "Fuck," he muttered. He wiped it off with his finger then brought it to his lips. It had been quite some time since he had tasted precum, he savored the taste of himself on his tongue.

He needed to have sex with a man, and it needed to be soon. He wouldn't mind running into that Tom Selleck look-alike again...

***

The women of the office valued Walter and Gary. They didn't treat them as inferior because they were women or like they were stupid. Gary was a nice guy who always helped everyone. He was a little cocky in those form fitting suits, but it turns out little cock was on the nose. They couldn't believe it when they saw the videos. The way those three women went to town on Walter, they knew he was hiding an amazing body under those clothes. Unlike Gary, he didn't reveal anything. And that cock?

"What if we could see them naked everyday? Like, a hot guy like Walter walking around completely naked and hard?" Kelly had said as they sat in the conference room projecting the video.

That's when the idea came to Caroline. She had to be quick, she needed everything to be rushed so that when the guys came back her devious salacious plan would be put into motion. The ladies worked hard on the contract addendum. They wanted to get Walter to push his boundaries, he wasn't the kind of gay guy who liked attention from everyone. But, they didn't want to push him too much that his salary wouldn't be worth it: so no sex. No making him cum against his will. No blow jobs. Just touching with their hands.

They quickly emailed the final plan to Max Bakshi, the CEO of all the companies in the building, the owner of the building. Their plan all relied on Max buying into forcing the only two guys in this office naked... naked in the entire building and at all work functions. They wrote up a rather flimsy rationale about how the men being naked would boost morale and encourage feminism because blah blah blah. Max was on board.

Caroline almost felt bad. Gary quit, she liked Gary. He was a great coworker, but if losing Gary was the cost of getting Walter naked, so be it. She got over her guilt real fast when Walter stripped down in her office and those big golf-ball sized balls fell out of his underwear. And that cock! She could feel herself getting wait just looking at him.

The rush the girls had when Caroline opened the curtains and there he was, the perfect man, jerking himself off on her desk. He had that cute embarrassed look on his face when he realized they were watching him. Caroline knew there wasn't a single dry panty in the office when he stepped out with that big cock stiff as a fucking board.

Gina had texted Caroline later that day and said it was so hard to keep her hands out of her skirt watching Walter's cute ass all day. Her desk was behind his, and because he was standing she had a perfect of his ass all day. She even sent a video of Walter scratching his butt, the way his masculine fingers pressed into that plump flesh nearly made her orgasm on the spot.

The way he had to get on all fours over the bucket was almost too much. His cheeks were so juicy that they parted just enough for them to see his hole. They were surprised at how smooth and pink it was while they took video and snapshots of it. Then, at the end, when he finished with his peeing and his hole puckered. Gina had never felt the desire to lick a man's asshole before, but she wanted to taste Walter.

The group chat was wild that night. The women had all gone home and orgasmed so many times as they flipped through videos and pictures of Walter. Some of them gave their boyfriend or husband great sex, though they were thinking about him and finding themselves wishing it was Walter's hefty cock inside them instead of their partner's. They couldn't wait to see him again the next day, in all his naked glory.

***

Standing in front of the door, Walter suddenly had a thought: what if he could spin this situation so that it was better for him? While his being naked was just a move for the women to ogle him and sexually harass him, he could take pleasure in knowing that they'll never be able to experience real sex with him. They'll never know what it's like to experience passion with him. They will never be sexually satisfied by him. He's just a prop to them, and they're nothing to him.

This new approach gave Walter the energy he needed to open the door. He strode into the office, cocky and erect. He could feel the eyes of the women on him as soon as he walked through the door. His cock twitched at the thought of knowing how bad they wanted him and now none of them would get the chance to truly experience him. Jaws dropped, eyes longed, and lips were bitten as his cocked twitched the whole way to his desk.

Walter grabbed his cock and started stroking himself, "Good morning ladies, how are we?" He smiled.

They were taken aback by Walter's sudden confidence in his nudity. Yesterday he was so reserved and uncomfortable, but today?

Walter let go of his cock and booted up his computer. He bounced on his feet, making his balls jump around aggressively with the slightest movement. Caroline stepped out of her office and immediately noticed all the women's eyes were locked on Walter and his bouncing balls. She herself understood the trance of watching those delicate orbs jump around... but they still had to be productive or Walter would be allowed to go back to wearing clothes.

"Alright, ladies." She called. "Remember, we can't just admire Walter all day, we need to get work done. If you need Walter's help with anything don't hesitate to approach him, I'm sure he's more than willing to assist you with any hard tasks, cause he's certainly dealing with harder." She gave Walter a cheeky smile, then went back into her office.

Walter noted the similarities between Chad's appearance and Caroline's. Chad was a masculine version of her. He was cute, much cuter than her, though. He must get that from his dad. It would be fun to have Chad here to play with, but there was no way Caroline would hire her son knowing the CFNM rule that was now in place.

Walter had barely checked his emails when the first woman approached him. "Hey Walter, would you mind coming over to my desk to look at this document I'm working on?" Vivienne asked.

Vivienne looked like she stepped out of an office porno, and Walter couldn't help thinking this was the first day she dressed this risque. She had long blonde hair, her ample breasts were pushed up and quite visible since her button up was buttoned downed. She had a tight pencil skirt on and simple black heels.

"Sure," Walter said. "That outfit is fabulous, by the way." He wanted to remind them that he was still gay.

He noticed her face twitch slightly, and that amused him. She probably thought she could turn him straight and get him to beg her for a fuck, but that would never happen. She smiled and led him to her desk. She sat down and pointed to her screen. "I've been crunching the numbers and I don't know if this is coming out right, get over here." She said as she gripped his cock and pulled him closer.

Vivienne didn't realize how worked up she was, so when she grabbed his cock and felt out hard it was she had to squeeze her thighs together. She couldn't believe how wet she was getting already.

Walter played her game and rested his balls on her shoulder as he bent down to look at her screen. Her hand never let go of his cock and stroked it while he read. He scanned the numbers, trying to force his attention on the screen and not the weak pleasure he was feeling in his cock. If it wasn't for his pent up arousal he probably would have gone soft. Vivienne may have been a pretty woman, but she was a woman... and she was lousy at handjobs.

"Looks good to me." He said standing up. "The only suggestion I have is improving your handy work, it's... lacking." He pulled his cock from her hand and walked away. Her jaw dropped, as did the other women's.

"Excuse me, I give excellent handjobs." She stood up, indignant. The energy in the room shifted. Walter turned to look at her. "You're hard, aren't you?"

"I don't know if you realize this, Vivienne, but I'm required to be hard. I'm not required to enjoy a mediocre handjob. If I wasn't so horny already that would have made me soft. I'm not a straight man trying to get an easy handy and telling you you're great. It sucked."

"Let me try again..." She took a step toward him, but Caroline intervened.

"Vivienne, I believe your work with Walter is finished. He inspected the report you asked about, did he not?"

Vivienne nodded.

"So you have no work-related reason to touch Walter. If he says you're lousy at handjobs then you can do some personal evaluation at home with your boyfriend. If you have questions about any other work you may see me instead of Walter."

Vivienne was pissed. Walter twitched his cock, mocking her.

"Thank you," Walter said, grabbing his cock and stroking himself in front of Caroline. He slowly twisted up his shaft, gripped the head tight, then slowly twisted back down. "I appreciate you looking out for me and enforcing the rules."

"You're not just a piece of meat, Walter, I stand by that. You're important to this company. Now, get back to work." She slapped his ass, hard. He winced, letting go of his cock, causing it to slap his stomach with a loud thwack.

Caroline went into her office and closed the blinds so she could pleasure herself.

Walter went over to the water cooler. His heart was racing. He didn't like confrontation, but he wasn't going to let these women take advantage of him while not making sure they felt just as uncomfortable. He also needed to fill that pee bucket by Friday.

He grabbed a cup and filled the water. He tilted his head back and chugged the water, then filled his cup again. When he went to drink he missed and spilled water on himself. The water ran down his chin and neck, it spilled on his chest and danced down his abs. "What a clutz." He muttered to himself as he tried to wipe the water with his bare hands. He slicked the water across his abs and chest, not realizing the erotic show he was giving the office, and their social media followers later when they uploaded the videos.

He looked up and saw the women staring, even Vivienne, who, through her anger, still couldn't keep her panties dry watching him rub his torso with water. The way his hand got caught under his pec and made it jiggle... it nearly sent her over the edge.

Walter went back to his desk, slightly annoyed that he was unintentionally putting on a show. He failed to realize that, no matter what, he was always putting on a show. An hour later he was well into his work when a UPS driver came in. Walter loved a man in uniform, and there was something about those UPS uniforms that really did it for Walter

Dave was their regular UPS driver and Walter had a serious crush on him. He was tall, easily 6'5" and had a neatly trimmed beard that had a golden/reddish hue to it. He had muscular arms that weren't huge, but you could see the definition in them so well that you knew you didn't want to fight this guy. Each of his arms were covered in tattoos and his legs were covered in the same golden hair as his beard.

Dave stopped by Deb, the secretary's desk. Walter wanted to run and hide, but there was nowhere for him to go. It was one thing to be exposed to the bitches around the office and strangers on the street, but being completely naked and hard in front of his crush was awful. His whole body was suddenly on fire.

Walter couldn't make out everything Dave was saying, but the end was enough... "for Walter."

Walter suddenly felt parched as he watched Deb turn and point to him. Dave's eyes followed her hand and landed on him, then went wide. "Holy shit."

Dave strode over, smiling. "What the fuck happened that you're naked and rocking an impressive boner?" He asked, setting the envelope down on Walter's desk.

Walter blushed, "It's... a long story, but I'm now contractually obligated to be naked and hard all the time.

"Well, at least you have a lot of gorgeous women to help you get off." He said, holding out the little device for Walter to sign.

"It's not like that." Walter responded. "I don't actually get off, and I'm... gay."

Dave raised an eyebrow. "Oh." He clipped the device on his belt again and pulled out his phone. "I gotta take a picture of you with your package, sorry, the one I gave you." He winked.

"Really? Can't you just take it of the package on my desk?"

"Sorry, man, company policy. These are restricted documents and I have to have photographic evidence that they ended up in your possession."

Walter grabbed the yellow envelope and held it in front of his groin.

"Are you allowed to cover up?" Dave asked.

Walter sighed, then moved the envelope. Dave snapped a picture.

"Also, because we're interacting for work related reasons, you are allowed to touch me."

Dave's eyebrows went up. Without hesitation he reached out and grabbed Walter's cock. His hand eagerly moved up and down the shaft, twisting and rubbing. He set his phone on Walter's desk and used that hand to fondle his balls.

"Mmm... oh fuck." Walter moaned.

"Damn, look at you." Dave growled in his ear.

"Fuck... I'm getting close. You can't make me cum." Walter moaned.

"Yeah? Am I supposed to care what your rules are?"

Dave had a wicked grin on his face.

"Please, don't." Walter begged. "Fuck, I'm so close, please."

Dave gave him a couple more tugs, then let go. Walter gripped his desk, panting. Dave grabbed a pen and sticky note off of Walter's desk. "If you have any questions about your package, let me know."

Walter could only look at him with puppy eyes and nod.

Dave smiled at him, licked his lips, then walked away. The brown shorts of his uniform hugged his muscular ass. It wasn't near as big as Walter's but it was still perfect.

"Wow, Walter, look at you getting a hot guy's number." Gina said as she sidled up next to him, elbowing his arm.

Walter flashed an adorable smile and gave a little laugh. "Who knew this would have its advantages for me?"

Gina set down a manilla folder on the desk in front of him. "Vivienne forwarded me the numbers that you checked over for her, and since they're all good I didn't have to tweak these budget proposals... so, I need you to look over the budget proposals. To make sure everything is done correctly."

"Sure," Walter said. For a moment he had forgotten that he was naked and a victim of unwanted sexual advances.

Gina's long brown hair was pulled back in a high pony. She wore a conservative black dress that hugged her slender figure. She placed a hand on Walter's back just above his butt. "Thank you so much." She said, sliding her hand lower. Her hand gripped his left cheek, well, gripped as much as she could. His ass was too meaty for someone to get a full grip on it. She felt his butt muscles tense as he leaned onto his toes, not expecting the touch.

"Oh, it's this kind of interaction." He grumbled.

Walter flipped open the folder and started to read the first budget proposal. Gina massaged his cheek, which felt kind of good. He wondered if she might keep her interaction more tame, but then her hand slipped between his cheeks. She wasted no time finding his hole and rubbing a finger against it. Walter braced himself against his desk as precum oozed out of his cock.

"How's it looking?" She asked.

"First one done." He responded through clenched teeth.

"Only three more to go."

She removed her hand from his crack and reached in front of him to grab his cock. She just used her thumb and forefinger to rub his cock, she had intended to put the fingers together like a hole, but the closest they got was touching the sides of his cock, not even close to getting around it. He was long and thick.

Walter bit his lip, stifling a moan that wanted to escape his lips.

She continued to gently tickle his cock as her other hand found chest. She cupped his peck, taken aback how meaty it was. She caressed his nipple slowly as he tried to focus on reading. "Anything wrong?" She asked, noticing him squeeze his eyes shut.

Walter shook his head.

He fought the waves of pleasure riding through his body. He couldn't let himself cum, no matter how badly he needed to. His cock was leaking like a faucet right now. He flipped the page over and read the third proposal. Gina grabbed a pen off the desk and tossed it on the floor. "Clumsy me." She giggled. "Could you be a gentleman and pick that up?"

Walter bent over, and as soon as his ass was pointed up at Gina he felt a wet finger probe his hole. "Fuuuuuuuck." He moaned, nearly losing his balance. He could feel the orgasm building, and serious prodding and he would cum without his cock being touched.

Walter rocked forward so that her finger popped out, then quickly stood up. "I need to pee." He said.

Before Gina could protest he pushed past her and went to the bucket. He stood over it, looking down at yesterday's piss. There was just enough piss to cover the bottom of the bucket. Walter took a couple breaths, trying to work the piss into his dick. He hated that every time he needed to piss he was hard, pissing hard was the worst.

He got down on his knees and closed his eyes. Breathing deeply, he could feel the piss working up inside him. "Fucking liar." Gina mumbled.

Walter got on all fours and pointed his cock into the bucket. A few moments later he was relieving himself in the bucket again. "Fuck that feels so good." He said as a steady stream of piss echoed in the bucket, splashing with his old piss.

It was degrading to have to piss in front of the women like this, but he made it uncomfortable for them too by looking at them while he pissed. They didn't seem as into it when he looked at them. As he was looking around he realized they weren't all watching this time. A minute later he was finally done, he was surprised he had that much piss inside him.

He shook his dick in the bucket then got up and stroked his cock back to fully hard as he strode over to his desk where Gina was waiting with her arms crossed. "Are you ready to finish those documents?"

"Sure."

Walter stood at his desk and looked back down at the third document. A moment later he felt Gina's hand around his balls. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the loose skin just below his shaft, then slid them down so that they were tight against his balls. Suddenly she yanked down on his balls, hard.

"FUCK!" he yelled.

Caroline was out of her office a moment later. "Is everything alright?"

"I did not agree to have my balls yanked." Walter snapped.

Caroline sighed, annoyed that it was only day two and two women had already pushed things too far. "Gina, the rules were clear. You can touch him, finger him, jerk him, even tweak his nipples. Intentionally harming Walter was strictly forbidden, and yanking on his balls takes things too far."

"Well, when I tried to finger him he pulled off and went to pee!" Gina protested.

"He's gay, Gina, he doesn't have to like you or it. You can spend the rest of the week working in Gary's office with the blinds closed."

Gina was about to protest, but Caroline gave her a look that dared her to try.

"Walter, you have my permission to not be erect the rest of the day. Ladies, Walter is off limits for the rest of the day. Maybe we'll have better appreciation for the gift of his body tomorrow instead of being greedy and self-centered." Annoyed, Caroline went back into her office.

Walter felt triumphant as Gina gathered some of her things and went into Gary's office, where she was unable to see his body.

It was only an hour to lunch, and Walter couldn't help but smile. He reread the documents that Gina had given him now that he wasn't distracted. The forms looked good, so he put a note saying so on the folder and put them in a bin on her desk. He started working on a document on his computer again and looked down, why was his penis still looking up at him? It had been 10 minutes since Caroline gave him permission to be soft, why wouldn't this damn boner go away!

He focused on his work and another 15 minutes went by. "Fuck," he mumbled, giving his cock a smack. He walked to the water cooler, still hard as a rock. He took a drink, and then another. Trying to relax himself enough to go soft. This time his body was faced away from the women in case he spilled again.

As he started to head back to his desk, Caroline stepped out of her office. "Oh, Walter." She said, then noticed his cock. "Wow, you're still at full attention. You must like this more than you let on." She smirked.

"No, I don't. I don't know why it's still hard." He protested.

"Really? It's been half an hour." Caroline looked at her watch, then a thought crossed her mind. "If you're not softer by the time you come back from lunch, I'm going to make you stay hard for the rest of the day."

"What? Please, it's just not used to being soft anymore!" Walter begged.

"Just to be sure, we're going to measure your penis length now, then again when we come back from lunch." Caroline went into her office then came back out with a tape measure. Walter couldn't believe that he was finally going to have some relief and it was being taken away already because his own body betrayed him. "Alright, Sandra, can you hold his penis down?"

Walter rolled his eyes as Sandra slinked over. She took two of her manicured fingers and pulled his cock away from his body. Caroline put one end of the measuring tape at the base of his cock, then ran her finger along the top of his shaft and slowly around the head, teasing his slit, as she pulled the tape measure tight on his cock. "Impressive, eight and a half inches. Deb, come take a picture so we have photo evidence."

Walter couldn't believe that it only took half an hour for things to go back to being awful. Deb came over with her phone and snapped a picture of Caroline measuring his cock.

"We should measure his girth, too." Sandra said. "Just to be thorough."

"Good idea." Caroline said. Sandra gripped the base of Walter's penis as Caroline wrapped the tape measure around his cock. She held it so that both of her palms were rubbing against his cock head. "Wow, 7 inches. That sounds painful. Take a picture, Deb."

Again, Deb snapped a picture. The women finally released his cock. "Are we done here?" Walter asked.

"You have until after lunch to measure at less than 8.5 inches, Walter."

Walter went back to his desk and continued his work. He tried to keep his mind off his cock, hoping that would help it get softer, but it didn't. It was still hard at noon when everyone dispersed for lunch. Before he was naked all the time he would go out to lunch, but he wasn't in a place where he wanted to be in a restaurant naked, so he ate lunch in the break room.

There were two tables in the break room: Monica, Rita, Deb, and Becky sat at one table. Elaine, Tammy, Patty, and Jill sat at the other table. There were four chairs at each table, and one spare chair in the break room that no one used because it was slightly higher than the rest. Walter, unfortunately, was stuck with the larger chair since he wasn't the break room regular. If he didn't have to walk a block away he would have eaten in his car.

When Walter sat down his cock and balls were above the table. His balls hung so low that they rested on the seat of the chair. Walter sat between Monica and Rita, both of whom hadn't touched him yet. He could tell they tried to avoid looking at his junk.

"I understand." He said quietly. "It's a big dick and big balls in your face at lunch, I won't be upset if you look."

They smiled at him, but then their eyes rested on his dick. "Is it uncomfortable having your balls hang like that?" Deb asked. Deb, the receptionist, was a short woman with short blonde hair and gigantic boobs. She was in her late 40s to early 50s, Walter guessed.

"It's taken some getting used to having them swing freely all day." Walter scooped up his balls and bounced them like loose change in his hand. "But it's not bad. I'm usually naked at home so I'm pretty used to it."

"Walter, please feel free to say no because I don't want to touch you if you don't want to be touched, but could I try holding them?" Rita asked. Rita was in her late 50s. She had short black hair and she was a slender woman.

Walter wondered why she drew a fine line between being fine with him being naked all day but not touching him. "Sure." He shrugged. She reached out her hand and Walter sat his balls down in it.

"Wow," She said, weighing them like fruit. "They're quite heavy."

The women, and Walter, laughed. Rita draped his balls over the edge of the chair.

"I'm sure he needs to get off." Becky said. She was the youngest female at his table. She was in her 30s, had shoulder length brown hair, and wore glasses. She was like Amy from The Big Bang Theory, but didn't dress frumpy.

"It's actually been awhile." Walter said.

"Don't guys do that, like, everyday?" Rita asked.

"No," Walter said. "I haven't since last week. After everything that's been happening, I wanted the next time I get off to mean something instead of being about all this pent up energy from situations I didn't want to be a part of."

"Why did you sign the contract?" Deb asked. "You could have walked away."

"They refused to be a reference, and the money is good. I'd have to start over somewhere else. I panicked and didn't fully understand what I was getting into. It wouldn't be so bad if I could just be naked and not touched."

"Look, I have no intention of touching you." Monica said. Monica was in her 40s, she was tall and had thin dark hair. She always dressed in pant suits. "I have no problem with you being naked, you're a beautiful man, and I assumed if you weren't okay with it you wouldn't sign the contract. Not all of us agreed to it because we want fulfill some kink."

"What happened with the UPS guy?" Becky asked. "It seemed like something was happening there, didn't he almost get you off?"

Walter blushed and his cock twitched, making the ladies giggle. He felt really vulnerable sitting there completely naked with his cock still hard and his balls dangling off the front of the chair, but he liked feeling somewhat normal, and conversing like this felt normal. "I've had a crush on him since I first saw him when I started here. I had no idea he was gay... or into guys, I guess."

Walter and the ladies talked about how cute Dave was, which wasn't a good idea for Walter. The thought of Dave kept his cock at full attention, so much so he started leaking precum. It slowly leaked at first, then not-so-subtly Walter clenched and his cock twitched causing a large amount to ooze out. It ran down the long length of his shaft and down his scrotum until it dripped off his balls.

"Time to get back to work." Deb said as the ladies eyed his balls.

"Fuck," Walter mumbled. He was still hard, he might even be harder than he was before.

They went back to the office and Caroline was standing there, tape measure in hand. "Well, Walter, it looks like you had an exciting lunch."

Sandra was next to her and, without resisting, Walter went up to them. The grabbed his cock again and Caroline tsked him. "Oh, Walter, you're harder than before. 8.7 inches." They snapped a photo. "I'll still allow you to go untouched for the rest of the day, but you must be hard."

"Okay," Walter agreed, dejected. It was nice to know no one could touch him, though.

Before Walter went back to his desk he propped himself over the bucket again. He knew he needed to slam water if he wanted to fill this bucket. He pointed his cock at the yellow liquid below him, and after a few moments a steamy stream of piss emerged from his cock. "Fuuuuck." He moaned. He ignored any eyes that might be on him.

Again, when he finished, he stroked himself to fully hard.

The rest of the day was uneventful, as none of the women seemed to need him if they couldn't touch him. Anytime he could feel himself getting soft he grabbed himself and stroked his cock to fully hard.

*** Walter settled into a seat on the train, his cock still hard and pointing at him. He grabbed it and ran his hand down the long aching shaft, his soft skin felt great in his hand.

"Hey, Walter." Chad smiled as he sat next to him.

"How can I help you Chad?"

"I realized that it was a little presumptuous of me to ask you to date me when I just blew you as a stranger on the train. And, given your predicament, you're probably not in the head space for dating."

"You're right about that." Walter said, still slowly stroking himself.

Chad licked his lips. Walter couldn't help but wonder what Chad looked like naked. "Can I come to your place tonight?" Chad asked.

Walter let go of his cock and chuckled. "And why would I want you to come over?"

"You could fuck me."

"I'm not going to take your virginity, at least not like this. That should be special."

"I could blow you again!"

Walter looked out the window at the blur of buildings as the train zoomed past them. "Chad, I..."

"Can you look at me naked?"

Walter couldn't believe the turns his life kept taking in the past week. "What?"

"I... well, you know I'm a virgin... I've never been naked with another guy and I was wondering if you'd... let me be naked for you."

"Fuck, I might regret this but... sure."