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Mover's Special
🕑 Added 2024-08-18 23:27:07 +0000 UTCTaking another trip into my tumblr archives, here is a sequel to this post, and just like the first one, VIP members have a photo of the very sexy Paul waiting in the server for them.
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Cutting off the water, I reached my hand out of the shower to grab the towel off of the hook, but my hand only touched the bare wall. Looking outside, I saw that I must have left it in the bedroom. Stepping out onto the bath mat, I tried to shake off as much water as I could as I walked into the now empty room next door. All of the boxes that had been stacked up outside were gone. No towels could be seen, and as I stepped into the almost empty living room, I saw that my change of clothes was also gone to.
I am moving out today, and I thought I’d have time to grab a quick shower before the movers came, but they must have let themselves in early. The only things left were furniture and a box of random crap and lamps on the counter. The only clothing item I could find was one of the mover’s hats, and it felt weird to use to cover up my nude body.
Walking over to the window, hands clutched over my small cock to hide it from view, I saw a group of three movers taking a smoke break on my couch beside their truck. I lived near the front of my apartment complex, so I knew that if I was quick, I could probably make it downstairs, grab some clothes, and run back up here before they saw me. The idea seemed crazy, but with one last look around around my bare unit, I knew it was my only choice.
Grabbing my keys which had thankfully been left here, I opened my door and quickly checked to see if the coast was clear. Covering up my hairy ass and crotch as well as I could, I quickly dashed over to the staircase and saw all of my boxes still mercifully at the bottom.
I wanted to run down and grab them, but I knew how loud this staircase was with the loose metal supports. If I made too much noise, Mrs. Granton would call the super without a second thought to tattle on whatever resident was disturbing her.
So, I started to slowly make my way down to my boxes. I was about two steps from the bottom when a door at the end of the hall opened. I tried to gauge whether I could run back upstairs in time, but I was too late. A group of three guys poured into the hallway, and I was perfectly framed in the early morning light for them. Bart, the man in the center of the group, had moved in earlier this year, and I only knew him as the guy who hogged all of the gym equipment when we’d be working out at the same time.
"Paul, why are you fucking naked?"
Stammering out some excuse, I hoped they’d let me grab the pair of shorts that I could still see neatly folded on top of my kitchenware box, but no luck. They were making their way towards me now, and I just stood there frozen.
"Let’s give you a little treat before you move out- we’ll miss you!" I knew they wouldn’t, but I was too nervous to say that out loud. "Let’s take you to breakfast with us- we’ll pay."
The offer seemed nice, but before I could try and get dressed again, two of the guys lifted me up by my shoulders and effortlessly wrapped my arms around their shoulders. Gone was the last of my dignity as my fully nude body was bared for everyone in the parking lot to see.
Half dragged and half led, I was paraded towards their car with my ass framed towards anyone looking out of their apartment windows. Dozens of people could be seeing me naked, and try as I might to scurry free, there was nothing I could do.
For one final bit of humiliation, I was turned around to give everyone the full show. My small cock was starting to grow hard, and Bart lifted my head up so that everyone would know exactly who was stripped down.
"Say cheese."
Too defeated to fight back now, I let him take a picture of me before his friends finally loosened up their grip as they broke into fits of laughter. With a slap on both ass checks, I was finally free to go grab my clothes, and I just balled them in front of my now hard dick and ran up the stairs to get inside as quickly as possible.
Leaning against the door, I got dressed right before the movers came back upstairs. I’d totally forgotten about them, and with a blushing face, I watched as they loaded up one of my bookshelves and walked towards the door. I thought my humiliation was over, but right before the door closed, I heard one of the men call out to me.
"If you have those shorts off again when we get up here, we’ll give you the mover’s special before we leave."
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