A New Family Comes To Capitol Hill, Chap. 7 & 8


Chapter 7: Soccer Team Visits

Juan had a big surprise for his son, Diego. After only a few weeks at his new school, and a rapid improvement in his performance on the soccer team, his Dad arranged a special event.

"Son, I have been able to arrange for your old team, from your school in spain, to come here for an international match against the North Bay Herons! The company has agreed to sponsor them on a trip to Capitol City as part of a marketing campaign. You will soon see your old team-mates again," he said.

Diego was elated by the news! He missed his old friends a lot, even though he had found some great new friends since moving to the United Republic. He suddenly had a thought. "How well do you think they will face the idea of playing soccer in the buff, Dad?"

"Actually, they won't have to do that. Since they are on a special arrangement to visit here, they have been temporarily exempted from the nudity regulations. Your team, however, will be required to play nude, just as always."
Another challenge: facing all his old buddies on the field again, with the disadvantage of standing before them without a stitch of clothes.

Game Day, Heron Field

The Matadors were dressed out in their sharp black and red uniforms when Diego walked into the locker room. Ramon Garcia burst out laughing, and so did the entire Matador team. Seeing their old team-mate standing buck naked in front of them was hilariously funny. Not that they hadn't seen him nude before, in the showers and such. But to know that he was permanently and publicly nude, and about to face them on the field, in the buff, before hundreds of spectators...well, how could they not laugh at the idea. Besides, the game would be videotaped, and they would show it to friends back home, later. Ramon's brother, Carlos, was on his videophone, talking to his girlfriend Ana, back home in Spain. He aimed the camera lens at Diego, so Ana could see what he was laughing about, and she giggled while gathering two of her friends to view the sight Carlos was sending her. Diego blushed a deep crimson, but didn't bother to hide his genitals with his hands, as he would have done a few weeks ago. He was getting used to the inescapable exposure.

Ramon gave Diego a big bear hug. "It is fantastic to see you, Amigo! I can't believe you are living naked, even seeing it with my own eyes!"

"Well, you should have seen MY shock, the first day we got here! You lucky jocks managed to keep your clothes. But that will not give you victory on the field, today, my friend!" Diego answered him, managing a smile.

Later, the two teams ran onto the field, Matadors sporting their crisp uniforms, and the Herons clad only in shoes, with a Heron logo across their backs, in body paint, with their numbers stencilled on their shoulders. The Herons had not faced a clothed team of boys in over two years, and the whole scene was a little strange to both sides. But once the game started, the heat of play took their minds off the dichotomy of the scene, a case of "skins vs. shirts" taken to the extreme!
In the end, the lack of uniforms may have been a slight advantage, as they edged out the Matadors in a narrow victory. Diego was especially pleased with the win, since it proved that he was regaining his old confidence and playing his best, despite the unwilling transition to a nude lifestyle, a naked male in a land ruled by privileged, clothed women.

Hitting the showers together, the Herons and Matadors were introduced all around by Diego, who knew everyone there. The naked Spanish boys lathered up alongside the Republic lads, and made jokes and told stories to catch Diego up on events back home.
Suddenly, a stream of girls poured into the locker room, lining up with the wet, naked jocks in full view before them. The visiting team members gaped in surprise, cut off from access to their clothes by the throng of girls. They flung their hands over their exposed cocks, and turned to conceal themselves, but to no avail. The Heron boys would have none of it, crowding their visiting opponents to the fore-front, in clear view of the girls.

Billy said, "It must be time for the Shower Team to perform, hey girls?"

"Absolutely!" called out Lisa, a charming brunette. "And we want a good competition from the visitors!"

"What are you talking about? Get out of here!" Carlos shouted at the girls.

Nate laughed. "They aren't about to leave, until they get what they came for, dude. You're all about to get a cultural experience you won't forget! Girls know they have the upper hand over guys, and they don't hesitate to use it. You won't get out of here without some dramatic loss to your macho dignity."

"Huh? What do you mean, man?" demanded Ramon, incredulous that these girls would so brazenly storm into the shower room while they were all naked!

"What he means is that you hunky studs are going to give another performance, a little different than the one on the field. Our boys hold a wanking competition for our enjoyment, whenever we require it. Today, it will be a competition between the two teams," Amy explained.

"What? What's a wanking competition?" Ramon asked, puzzled at the unfamiliar word.
"It means masturbation. Jacking off. While they watch us... and YOU!" Nate confirmed his fears.
"NO WAY! We're not doing that, in front of you, or these girls!" he protested.
"Oh, but you are. We all are," Nate said, grabbing his soapy dick and starting to massage it to stiffness. Ramon and Carlos gaped in amazement when Diego began to do the same, sprouting wood openly in front of them all.

When they refused to cooperate, the local boys, outnumbering them due to the presence of the B squad, grabbed them, while the girls produced paddles and stung their wet, naked bottoms. The macho guys decided that cooperation was the easier road out of there, and voiced their willingness to yield.
As they faced the girls in submission, the two teams were directed to face off and masturbate. The first team to have a majority of their jocks ejaculate would be the winner. If the Herons win, they get the rest of the day leash-free. If the Matadors win, they get their clothes back; lose, and they learn what life is like for naked boys where girls rule.

With a wave of embarassment sweeping through them, the Matador boys reached for their dicks and began fondling them, hardly beleiving they were doing it, openly, with a crowd of girls cheering them on. And an opposing team of boys jacking off in front of them, as if it were an ordinary thing to do. Ramon and Carlos, being brothers, had seen each other do the deed before. but neither had done it in the presence of anyone else. Now, here they were! They never felt so naked in their lives, shivers went over them as they realized their teammates were standing behind them, watching their bare asses. The opposite team had a full frontal view of them stroking their cocks, and to either side, a whole crowd of fully clothed girls was watching this forced showing of their intimate self-pleasuring act. Ramon marvelled that Nate and Diego seemed to really get into their show, almost writhing in delight as they began to erupt in huge spurts of jizz, moaning unabashedly in orgasmic delight. Soon, they were all shooting their loads on the tiled floor. But the Heron boys had definitely won the shower match! The girls whooped with a victory shout, like cheerleaders for the team. They zeroed in on the visiting boys and looped their manly parts in their leashes, ordered them to rinse off, and marched them to the towels. each boy was toweled dry by two or three eager girls, and led helplessly past the lockers, which held the clothes they so badly wanted to put on. Not a chance. They were marched off, stark naked, to Bayside Park, where a victory celebration was awaiting the Herons, and incredible public exposure for the Matador team.
"Oh, NO!" thought Carlos. The victory party was to be included on the videotape to be shown to the schoolmates back home!


At Bayside Park

The boys of the visiting Matador soccer team were dumbfounded, numbed with incredulity as they were marched, buck naked, right out of the Herons' locker and shower building at North Bay High. There clothes were stashed away in the lockers, which they had been helplessly marched past, given no chance to retreive so much as a jock strap to cover their bobbing cocks. In fact, their exposed cocks and balls were securely and firmly constrained by the cock chains of the girls of Nort Bay High. It was late afternoon, and the boys were swept with a feeling of incredible exposure as they were led along the streets of the city, heading the few blocks to Bayside Park. They had never felt so naked in all their lives!

The girls had become experts in the use of the leash, delighting in using it to give the penises and testicles of these boys a much exaggerated swinging motion as they marched them along. Though it was a very warm day, these new-to-public-nudity males were shivering with goose flesh from the embarassing experience of walking down a public street, in broad daylight, naked to the world. And knowing that they could do nothing whatsoever about it. They couldn't even hide their wiggling dicks with their hands, since they were cuffed behind their backs!
Ramon and Carlos glanced at each other. As the lead players of their team, they were being marched at the front of the group. The brothers tried to encourage each other; they were used to seeing each other naked- but not in such a public manner. "Hang in there, my brother. This is really embarassing, but we are together, and the team is with us. And this is something normal to the people here," Ramon said.
"I know," Carlos answered,"but it is so weird. I feel so helpless and vulnerable, with my balls in this thing. I know we've skinny-dipped at the beach, and showered with the team, but we have no control over this! I can't believe I'm walking naked in public, a girl leading me by the dick!"

Jaime Sanchez was having an even bigger problem. He was marching in the second row, with a teammate on either side. Just in front of him, Ramon and Carlos were marching, captive to the girls at their sides. The girls controlling he and the boys to either side, were behind them. He had a diredt view of the naked helplessness of the two star players...and their muscular, perfect buttocks, flexing with each stride they made. Jaime had never...NEVER...paid much attention before. He was a macho hombre, like his teammates. But with those two handsome, popular, well-liked jocks naked right in front of his eyes, and almost having to watch their bare bottoms....oh, shit!...he could feel his cock starting to stiffen. Oh, NO! He tried to will it away, but it just seemed to get worse!! Now it stood straight out in front of him, wagging back and forth as he walked. He had to make it go away, before anyone noticed this arousal that he did not want..not here..not NOW! He felt totally drained, as if the bottom had been kicked out from under his dignity, and it all flowed rapidly away. He couldn't stop his growing erection, and soon had a fully hard, towering boner swaying back and forth across his lower belly, like the pendulum of some crazed clock, ticking left and right with each forced step! The minutes seemed like hours to him. Someone was going to give him a hell of a razzing for getting hard, watching the asses of his teammates! Why?!! Why am I sporting a raging hard-on? These are my buddies, and I...I.. am not like.. that! He felt confused, embarassed. The other guys must be so focused on their own efforts to deal with public nakedness, that they haven't noticed!

"Hey, Jose, check out Jaime's boner!" Enrique suddenly said, loud enough for several others to hear.
"What's that all about, dude?" Jose asked, giving him a dirty look. "Didn't you get enough of that, jerking off in the showers, man?!"
Jaime just hung his head, helpless to answer. He couldn't help it, he thought.

They were now entering the park, which they saw was crowded with hundreds of people. Soccer fans from the earlier game had come here for a party afterwards.
"It was so strange to see that team playing in uniforms! Here they come, naked. That's much more like it!" one lady was saying to another.
"Oh, for sure. Males wearing clothes...what a ludicrous sight. I've gotten so used to seeing them all nude, that it seems foolish to waste clothes on...well, on a mere male! Ha-ha ha!" She laughed at the idea of allowing men to wear clothes.
"Sort of like putting clothes on dogs, at a pet show. It's so funny because it is so unnecessary!" the first woman said.
"Right! Exactly! Men in clothes. What would be the point? I remember how shocking it was, at first, when they had to give them up. But we've all gotten so used to seeing them naked...even my prudish old aunt was smiling and enjoying the spectacle within a few days. Even she wouldn't want to go back to the days of clothed men."
"Well, some of the men still think they should be able to cover up. Some are still timid about their exposure."
"That's so cute, when they blush! Like these foreign boys, here. Look how they look like they would run and hide, if only the girls would let go. Praises to the inventor of the man-leash! Keeps them in their place."
"Well, you can see it deflates their egos, and bruises their dignity."
"Did you ever see a male ego that didn't need a little deflating, honey? And as for male dignity! Would you feel any dignity if you were totally naked in public all the time? It's the natural and proper condition for males...nudity, I mean. They do the hard work, they sweat and get dirty. Clothes used to be such a nuisance on them. They should thank us for ridding them of the encumbrance; and they are so pleasantly co-operative, now. Look at the docility of these macho sports jocks, almost immediately upon becoming subject to the leash!"
The boys were paraded around the park, meeting many girls, boys, and faculty of NBH, and families of the local team. Both teams met on a stage, bowing and waving to the crowd, and received awards for their performance in the school's first international exhibition game.
The Matador team noticed how their old pal, Diego, almost basked in the attention, as did his teammate, Nate. Why, they even had semi-erections right there on the stage! Diego was really beginning to fit right in!

***UNFORTUNATELY, this is the end of the story as far as I was ever able to find. So if ANY of you old school CFNMers out there have more parts to this story, be sure to email me or leave contact info in the comments! Thanks ahead of time!***