The Exhibition - Sex Stories

The Exhibition

... to just be naked, you wanted me to be the one to strip you. You did not want to be caught masturbating, but for me to put you in a situation where that would be inevitable. You may think that you want to stand here in front of everyone, naked...erect...masturbating...so all of these women can see how it excites you, but what you really want is to be doing these things at my direction."

I paused for a moment to let everything sink in.

"That was the point of your stories, no? A resolve to accept shame to prove your commitment? And to that end, you were seeking the essence of exposure."

"Your stories, though, did not go far enough. I recognized that to achieve your goal, the exposure must be more than just physical. What you need is for everyone to actually hear you ask me for permission to masturbate. I can barely begin to imagine your embarrassment. Or your arousal...at least until it is all over. And then will you be...what is the word...mortified? But...not my problem. Because despite the shame, or perhaps because of it, I am quite certain that you do want me to make you stand here, naked and hard for everyone to see, for everyone to know that your sexuality it at my whim."

I waited for a moment. "So tell me. Should I strip you bare right now? I will not do it unless you ask."

I was pressing him hard and knew that he was not really thinking clearly.

"That is what you really want, no?" I had brought him to such a fevered pitch of arousal that ego had been ...

... dismissed.

He gasped out, "I'll do...whatever you want!"

I shook my head and pulled down his zipper. "I know that, but this is about what you want. Tell me!"

He took a deep breath. "Yes, I want you to strip me bare, right here, in front of everyone, naked and...erect...so all of your friends can see how it excites me."

"I see. But what if I do this for you and all these women just...laugh? Is that also what you want? Will their laughter generate the embarrassment you need in order to demonstrate...what?" Marco did not answer.

I plucked the final button from his shirt and slid it off his shoulders. Trailing a bright red nail from his navel to his chest, I flicked his nipple and announced, "I will strip you bare."

It was not a threat, and it certainly was not a question. It was a statement of fact. I held the button to his trousers between my fingers, waiting for the tension to build.

"But first, I want to know why you want this. This chance for maximal embarrassment... it is to prove...what?"

Still no answer. I shrugged and pulled the button off his trousers. They puddled over his shoes.

"I am sure everyone will be quite amused to see you standing here, naked, erect, blushing...but will they see through their laughter?"

"Perhaps I cannot expect them to see anything deeper if you yourself cannot understand. Or maybe there is hope for evolution, for a deeper perception...if I lead them correctly. I suppose there is but one way to find out, and I must ...