Fox the living statue

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Humiliation Sex  |  House: Stripping and Humiliation

A young, intelligent, affable but somewhat-out-of-shape bartender in a gay bar, beloved by all his regular customers, is coerced into posing as a living nude statue for $500 in an downtown art gallery. Unbeknownst to him until it is too late, his benefactress has a strong penchant for humiliating young men.

Fox Smith (his real name) was the most well-liked employee of an old gay bar in the East Village, Clyde's.

He'd worked there without incident for over a decade and he had developed a loyal following. Fox was one of the most sincere, friendliest bartenders you'd ever meet. Litrerally, everyone liked him except for a handful he'd had to toss out for rowdiness.

The handsome, easy-going, sandy-haired, green-eyed Fox was not a gym person. In fact, he made no bones about the fact he avoided them, but it was obvious he'd worked out off and on somewhere. However, his laid-back personality and his good looks negated his lack of muscle tone and made him an object of desire for many. He was always well-groomed and he preferred a scruff look on his face. He would be the first to admit he was "fleshy" and that his favorite food was a Big Mac, large fries and a beer, and more than once he'd been told that his "titties" were "suckable" even though he always wore a T-shirt at work, which, he knew, clung to his chest and his love handles, which he admitted without shame were considerable.

Fox was comfortable in his own body when clothed. Fox had fans. And these guys and gals were very loyal to him. He made plenty of tips.

Fox was constantly hit on, so his ego was in fine fettle. He was hit on by college boys, rich old men, gym rats, all types of girls, older women, and drag queens and chubby-chasers (the latter two categories he avoided to maintain his sanity). Fox said:"I am very happily single."

One day an older regular, a reptilian, patrician iceberg named Mrs. Hart, dropped by for a martini, as was her wont. She seemed to have something on her mind more than the usual complaints about her life, her maid, and election results. Usually she just ogled Fox and murmured, "Oh, you're wearing those Superman boxers" as Fox bent over to work behind his bar. Mrs. Hart wore mink and she smelled like Bloomingdale's, so this never ceased to amuse Fox that she was getting sloshed in this dingy village gay bar when she lived on Park Avenue.

Today Fox wore a well-worn but clean gray T-shirt that showed off his fleshiness with aplomb. It was a shirt he preferred because it allowed him to move around flexibly.

He also knew that one of his regulars, Dave, loved watching him work in this shirt, because Dave could not remove his eyes from Fox' tits when Fox wore it, even though Dave tried mightily. Fox was not averse to teasing his regulars. It's how you got regulars to begin with, let's face it.

"You seem to have something on your mind, Mrs. Hart," said Fox, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster, as he refilled the rich but boring ice queen's glass. Dave sat nearby. Dave did not like Mrs. Hart. Most of Fox' regulars felt the same. Mrs. Hart didn't care as she felt she was regaling them all with the existence of her very presence. Mrs. Hart's first husband had committed suicide and no one wondered why, only why it had taken him so long. She had since remarried, and remarried well.

Mrs. Hart said, "Actually, Fox, I do. I do indeed have something on my devious little mind." She giggled, like Baby Jane Hudson. Dave thought Mrs. Hart vomitous when she acted like this. He was not alone.

Fox asked, "What is it, Mrs. Hart? Now, what could be on your devious little mind?" Fox flashed his most evil-looking grin, which he knew turned on the old bitch. 

Fox sexily and knowlingly pulled his shirt back in the waist, which he knew showed off his big nipples and made Dave hot. He heard Dave pull in his breath, and Fox smiled to himself. Good ole safe Dave.

"Fox," said Mrs. Hart, suddenly tartly, "have you ever posed nude? I mean, artistically."

Fox had been expecting this question from Mrs. Hart for quite some time so he had his answer ready. "Uh, no. Never been asked, this old chassis? My ass is a saddle bag."

Dave shifted in his seat, imagining Fox naked. He listened to Mrs. Hart's every word.

"Well," said Mrs. Hart. "I have a proposition for you, Fox. I have an art gallery, AS YOU KNOW, and we are having a show next month with LIVING STATUES, male and female. I need ALL body types. The statues will be covered with white body paint, but they will have to be nude. YOU, FOX, will BE MY PRIZE SPECIMEN."

Fox laughed, "What, a FAT guy who lives at McDonald's?"

Mrs. Hart tittered. "Fox, we both know you're not fat. A bit fleshy, but no one considers you fat.  And your ass is not a saddlebag..You underestimate your APPEAL."

Dave said, "Fox, you are not fat. I consider you voluptuous. and sexy." Mrs. Hart glared at Dave for daring to even LISTEN to her pitch!

Fox genuinely liked Dave and looked out for him because Dave, a well-behaved, good-looking customer,  tipped well, wore rickety-looking, wire-rimmed  glasses that could be damaged easily and Dave often had one more for the road than he should have. Most of the regulars made sure the popular Dave got home without incident, in one way or the other. He did not live far away.

And Dave had refused Fox' buybacks when he himself finally knew he'd reached his limit, so Fox cut Dave major slack. Most of the other regulars did not do that. Dave had never given Fox any type of hassle, a trait any bartender appreciated. And Dave was a big tipper to boot.

But Fox wasn't sexually attracted to Dave's small, boyish Harry Potter frame, although he could see and had seen those who were and Fox was often intimidated by Dave's effortlessly extensive vocabulary, which often exhausted Fox listening to it.

One of the other regulars had said, "Dave speaks like an encyclopedia."

But Dave was regarded as a cute little mascot of the bar, and he occassionally scored with like-minded little nerds who Fox always made sure he knew who they were if Dave took them home, or vice versa  Fox made a habit to keep track of these type of encounters. He felt it was part of his job..

Mrs. Hart had said of Dave, "God. He certainly likes to show off that he VISITS LIBRARIES."

In response, Fox had said, quite icily, "I don't thnk he's showing off, Mrs. Hart. He reads a lot. He writes as well. He taught himself to write a screenplay. I read it. It's good. He's trying to sell it." Mrs. Hart never mentioned Dave again to Fox.

Fox considered Mrs. Hart's "offer." "I dunno, Mrs. Hart, that's a lot of bread, but I have never posed in the nude," he said. "I think it would absolutely embarrass me. Maybe 20 years ago (Fox was 40), but not now."

Another regular, a war vet and an old man named Wally, entered, and picked up on the tail end of the conversation.

"I've posed nekkid," said Wally, after Fox served him a Bud LIte. 'Nothin' to it, just turn off your mind and think of payin' the phone bill. Or alimony."

Mrs. Hart adjusted her mink. "Yes," she drank, ignoring the old man deigning to sit next to her and dousing herself with Chanel. She heard Dave snicker. Fox just continued to monitor the bar.

When Fox got back to Dave, Dave said, "You have a beautiful body, Fox. I think you should do this, Fox."

Fox said, touched, "I KNOW YOU DO, DAVE" and laughed.  "Sounds like she's gonna have 20 year olds in there, with ME. I don't think I could keep a straight face, Dave."

Dave, who had quick wit, said, "No one's gonna be looking at your face. And it's $500." Dave stared at Fox' chest, trying not to do so. Fox's chest frame was massive, it was just his sagging pectorals that concerned Fox. 

Fox poured Dave's drink, and pondered the possibilities. For one thing, he knew Dave would be in the front row, and that gave Fox a fleetingly warm tingle. He did like the way Dave shyly looked at him in the bar.

But then the bar began to get very busy and Fox dismissed the idea entirely as he watched a drunken Mrs. Lorna Hart hail a cab outside the window of Clyde's. At least this time, she had her purse.

Fox' eventual replacement for the night, Rufus, appeared, on time as always. "Woosh. Glad I missed HER. Hey Dave," Rufus made his greetings.

Dave grinned. Rufus was a sweetie. But he was no Fox. Dave gazed at Fox' T-shirt clad chest and he got hard at the bar.

The very thought of shy Fox, naked, in front of a group.......yummmmmm.

Mrs. Hart returned the very next day, which was not unusual, but which annoyed the regulars as they preferred her in small doses, like once a week  for ten or wo minutew tops.

But here she was again, dressed to the nines, overly perfumed, full of dahlings and airs. She barely acknowedged anyone but Fox, which bothered abtolutely no one. One regular said the word "cathouse" and moved to another seat.

Dave sat at his usual seat. Today Foz wore a white shirt that showed him off as effectively as yesterday's gray, and even added some spice by clearly outlining Fox' dark nipples, which were large.

Fox poured Mrs. Hart a martini, which she downed and ordered another.

Dave appreciated that Fox did not tease him for Dave's staring, because that is indeed what Dave did--stare. He couldn't help it. If Fox had been a jerk, Dave wouldn't have had any interest. But Fox was adorable.

Sometimes Dave believed Fox would do a few extra things to turn him (and others) on, like remain bent over a few extra minutes, showing the top of his boxers (or even one time, the top of his crack!), or reaching up to grab a bottle, showing off his armpits or a nipple through the shirt, or arching his back so his tits stood out, or simply just moving about sexily and carefree so the shirt hugged him in just the right places.

Mrs. Hart again brought up the art gallery. "Fox, have you considered my offer?" she trilled. "I am prepared to write the check to-day."

Fox served Mrs. Hart her second martini. This one, she sipped.

Dave sat on the edge of his seat. Fox glanced at Dave, arched an eyebrow,and smiled. Just then his phone rang. It was his landlord so hd picked up immedately. "Smith, I didn't get the rent for this month,"  Mr. Vargas complained. "What's up, you're never late." It was the last week of the month!!!

"Shit," thought Fox. "I completely forgot." Fox knew he didn't have quite enough in the bank. either, to cover it.

"I'm so sorrry, Mr. Vargas. You'll have it tonight, I promise. I've had a lot on my mind."

"No worries," said Mr. Vargas. Fox was an excellent tenant. "Just slip it under the door."

Fox hung up. "I can't believe I'm so absent-minded these days." He looked at Mrs. Hart and the solution was right there in front of him.

"OK, Mrs. Hart, I'll do it," Fox sighed. He had no choice!

Dave heaved a sigh of relief and so did Mrs. Hart. 

"Splendid," the rich woman tittered, writing a check and handing it to Fox. "You can cash that immediately." Which Fox would be doing as soon as Rufus came on at 1:00; they were double-teaming it on a Friday. With this check and the tips he'd make in the next few hours, plus what was already in his account, the rent would easily be cleared by tomorrow.

Fox tried to calm down. He hadn't even totally gotten the bar ready so he set about to do that. He told Dave to watch the bar and he went out for a smoke to calm himself down and consider what he ha just agreed to do--pose in the nude, in body paint, in a fucking art gallery. All 250 pounds of him, next to probably Idris Elba.

Rufus came in a little early, much to Fox' relief, and Fox explained his bank snafu, and Rufus whisked him out to the door so he could go handle it.

Dave decided not to clue in Rufus on Fox' decision to pose nude. He wanted to see how Fox phrased it himself to his co-worker. Rufus had an acid-tongue, so this could be funny.

Mrs. Hart was disappointed Fox had to make an errand. She didn't like Rufus because he did not defer to her at all.

Rufus asked Mrs. Hart if she wanted her "fourth", since it was "almost noon."

Mrs. Hart informed Rufus she was fine with her second, thank you.

Rufus: "I guess you'll be with us for a while until Fox returns so you can have him pour your sixth."

Dave laughed at the sour, startled expression on Mrs. Hart's face.

Dave loved Clyde's, such a unique bar. He'd written about it!

Other regulars filed in: Jeff and Ben, Suzanne, Ophelia, Gary. They all knew each other. No one spoke to Mrs. Hart, nor she to them. Ophelia made choking sounds as she walked behind Mrs. Hart. "Lawdy," Ophelia said, waving her hands.

Fox returned, later, a little out of breath. "Long line. Sorry to do that to you, Rufe. I'm not quite totally set up. Let me get to that."

Rufus waved  a hand. "I'm on it. Watch out for the old lady. She's knocking 'em back."

Fox raced behind the bar and was set up on his left corner in minutes. Rufus was also good to go, on his usual right corner near the coat racks.

Clyde's was ready for business. Let the games begin.

Mrs. Hart announced to Fox, producing a cell phone, that she would need a picture of his face "FOR THE FLYERS."

"Flyers for what" asked Fox. Rufus cocked an ear.

"FOR THE SHOW," slurred Mrs. Hart. "They will say FOX IN THE NUDE. Then your picture underneath, and all the relevant directions and de-de-details."

"Is this necessary?" asked For. "For an art gallery?"

Rufus' eyes widened. "You're posing nude for her art gallery?"

"And Fox," Mrs. Hart blurted, "I want you to shave your underarms. for the exhibition. Most of our models shave their underarms".

Fox said nothing yet.

"And I would like you to remove your shirt for this picture," demanded Mrs. Hart.

"No," said Fox. "I do not remove my shirt in the bar." And he'd been asked many times.

"Very well, just your handsome face," and Mrs. Hart managed to snap a pic of Fox, who was not smiling.

Rufus giggled, "I can see you posing nude for Popular Mechanics, but for Lorna Hart's art gallery? Are you crazy?

"I need the money," Fox said. Rufus shrugged. DIdn't have to explain THAT in THIS businss.

Lorna Hart was saying, "Yes. We want all types for this show. We'll have muscle boys of course but we want OLDER MEN with BULGES, CREVICES, VALLEYS AND FLESH....."

Fox said, "They get it. Mrs.Hart. You may want to tone it down. You've had six martinis."

"Seven," smirked Rufus.

Mrs. Hart, "Six, seven, who cares! That's nothing!"

"When is this event?" Rufus asked.

Fox said, "next Friday. You're working that night."

"Fuck I am," said Rufus. "I'll get Ron to sub."

"Count us in!" chimed in Jeff and Bob. "Me too," said Ophelia. "We'll be there!" said Suzanne and Gary. Bob said, "I will be there wwith bells on."

OH FUCK, thought Fox. He hadn't counted on THIS.

Dave was grinning at him. Fox just shook his head.

As fond of Fox as his regulars were, they weren't above teasing him mercilessly about his upcoming "gig". especially when Mrs. Hart arrived the next day with dozens of white flyers headed by "FOX IN THE NUDE" in large type overr a pic of a rather scowling Fox on one side and a pic of Michelangelo's David on the other. Underneath the pics was this admonition: "SEE YOUR FAVORITE BURRRLY BUBBBLY BARTENDER IN THE BUFFF, 7-11PM, $5 SUGGESTED DONATION, 77 RIVERSIDE GALLERY #3RD FLOOR (212) 432-4422, "Then, in the same large type as above, "FRI AUG 15."

Mrs. Hart took it open herself to put the flyers everyhere in the bar, on the walls, in the rest rooms, even in the cloak rooms and on the windows outside. Fox was forced to put three of them on the windows behind the bar by the owner, Mr. Toms, who thought the whole idea was a hoot and had told Fox he was going to attend with his wife.

"I love it that she put three R's amd B's in "burrly and bubbbly," laughed Jeff. "LIke she's making fun of your cute gut, or something." "And the third f IN BUFF, DON'T MISS THAT," ggiggled Rufus.

Fox did not find it amusing.

None of it. In fact, he was having serious second thoughts. But Mrs. Hart's check had cleared and he'd spent it. He was stuck.

He wne going to the gym and lifting weights but not seriously doing much else. He cut down on fast food. It was unrealistic to think he could drop 50 pounds in a week and he was determined to wear his bulk with dignity anyway. He'd seen pictures of overweight people posing as figure models. No one was laughing at them. This was a high-end respected gallery and Fox expected to be treated with respect himself.

A few days before the event, Mrs. Hart was having her martini and she informed the bar: "Fox, my husband runs a gym, you know, and he wants the models to demonstrate certain pieces of new equipment during the show. Keep that in mind, it won't be anything too arduous."

Fox did not like the implications of this, but said nothing.

Dave was sorry that Fox' normally upbeat mood darkened as the night of his exxhibttion approached. He decided not to mention it but kept reminding Fox of how good he looked, and how good he looked in the photo, and that he could tell he'd been working out. Fox was grateful for Dave's comments, because other customers had been teasing him relentlessly.

The night before the event, a Thursday, was the worst of these evenings.


"Tomorrow night! Fox Smith in the ALL TOGETHER!!!!"
""We'll see those TITTIES UNLEASHED!!!!!!!!"

"I'll see Fox' COCK!!! Wonder how big it is?"

"I can't believe Fox will be COMPLETELY NAKED!"

"Tomorrow is NUDE BARTENDER NIGHT, and we ALL KNOW THE BARTENDER!!!! Here to NUDE FOX SMITH ON FRIDAY NIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!""""""""""""


Fox took it all in stride as best he could. He and Dave did minor shots of cheap vodka. Fox had to take Fireball shots behind tthe bar as the night progressed and the comments got cruder, to calm his nerves, something he rarely did, but was allowed by Mr. Toms, with discretion.

Finally Fox did yell for them all to SHUP UP about the gallery, he had had ENOUGH and he would close down the bar EARLY IF HE GOT MORE IRRITTATED..

And the regulars pretty much clammed up for the most part, but  did but they keep murmuring about it . Antiicipation was just too high.

Dave dsrnk with Ophelia, a Black girl his age (She said, "I don't believe he'll go through with it." Dave: "He will. He has commtted and he is a man of his word. And he's been PAID." Ophelia asked Dave what time he'd be going to the gallery. Dave: "6:00." He wants me front and center.i WANT FRONT AND CENTER. Ophilelia: "I don't know why you two JUST don't hook up."

Dave thought that an astutute observation, but just ordered another drink from Fox, and smiled at him. Fox poured heavy, looking sexier than ever. Dave touched Fox' boyish, hairless wrist, and held it for a minute, something he rarely did. Fox allowed it. Ophelia observed.

The day of the event, Fox had fhe day off. He showered for two hours and wore his gray T-shirt and jeans over boxers. It was a warm day with no need for a jacket. He received a few good luck calls, including one from Rufus, and one from Dave who promised him it would all be overr by midnight and that Dave would go out with him for drinks--on him---afterwards. Fox agreed.

Mrs. Hart rang to ensure Fox would attend and be there thirty minutes early, to be "body-painted."

Fox assured her he would not pull out and would be there by 6:30.

Fox had no appettite, but he allowed himself a few drinks, and a Valium.

Fox arrived at the gallery at 6:25 and went inside, as it was unlocked. A few tables were set up with flyers of upcoming exhibiitions, and someone was setting up a wine and cheese table. Fox' own flyer was blown up on a back wall, which made him wince.

Mrs. Hart, dressed elegantly, floated over with her new husband, Don Fielding of Fielding Gyms.

Fox as yet saw no other models. "Where are the other models, Mrs. Hart?" Fox asked.

"Oh, they're in the back getting painted by Maxine," explained Mrs. Hart. "Fox meet Donnie, my husband. He owns Fielding Gyms. Tonight he wants you to demonstrate a machine. Won't be right away, it'll be at the end of the show, and he hasn't decided on which one yet, but I assure you it will be absolutely painless."

"Sure will," Don Fielding looked Fox up and down. "Hmmmmmmm. I have an idea for this one. Let me see if it works properly." And Don walked away to a colllection of exercise equipment shoved to a side of the gallery wall. Fox did NOT like where this was going..

"Well, Fox, unless you want a glass of wine, I guess you can go back and get ready," said Mrs. Hart.

Fox declined wine, so Mrs. Hart led him by the arm through two folding doors to what appeared to be a dressing room. There were about sevec nude models, four women, three men--all young, all physically fit, none as overweight as Fox. The nude models looked at him quizzically but made no effort to cover themselves. They just stood there like mannequins as various minions painted their entire perfect bodies in white paint.

One female and one male were almost completely covered and they stood peerfectly still. A woman, who appeared to be "Maxine", told them, "Perfect. Just tty not to move until it dries. Should take about five minutes in this room."

Maxine had several assistants, but she made a bee-line for Fox. She recognized him. "Little Fox Scott!!! Do you remember me? I used to babysit you, about tthirty years ago!"" She giggled.

Fox did recognize her and he wanted to evaporate on the spot. Maxine was one of his motherr's old bridge partners. OH FUCK.

"Well, let's to it," Maxine said. "Shuck off all those clothes. My you got big. Come on now."

Mrs. Hart watched all of this. "Don't I get any privacy, Mrs. Hart, when I undress?"

Mrs. Hart arched an eyebrow. "What ever for? You''l be nude in five minutes for four hours. Strip, please. You've been paid to be naked."

Maxine nodded at Fox. "Go ahead, honey, it's OK."

Fox took off his shirt and hated how his flab didn't allow a quick shuck-off but that he had to struggle. He imagined one of the fir male models giggling at the sight of Fox's flab wriggling in the room.

"Yes, yes," said Mrs. Hart. "He is wonderfully fleshy."

Continuing, Fox sat on a chair ant took off his shoes and socks. "Look how his boobies hang down. This is gorgeous," cackled Mrs. Hart.

Fox wasn't liking these ongoing cringe-inducing appraisals of his increasing esposure. He hesitated with the jeans until Maxine whispered, "just get 'em off, honey, just get 'em off." So Fox removed the jeans which left him only in brown boxer shorts. His gut hung over the shorts, he knew;, he stood back up and held up his gut in the middle.

"I love it that he SAGS so, everyehere, don't you Maxine," giggled Mrs. Hart. "OK, let's get to the meat and the potatoes."

The other models wandered over to watch Fox stripping, which made Fos feel as big as a house. The other models had blank faces and were basically already all made up in the white paint.

One of the male models came behind Fox and shucked down Fox' boxers. "Time and money, honey," he said, laughing.

Fox covered his genitals with his hands, but not before everyone got a look.

The female models tittlered. The male models just snickeed. Maxine just shook her head. Mrs. Waters poured herself some wine. 'Just what I expected---nothing," shw laughed.

Mrs. Hart told Maxine, "Obviously do his ample torso first as that will take up most of your time. Below the belly should only take seconds." She laughed  again.

Mrs. Hart pulled up a chair, sat down, drank and lit up a smoke. She ws going to watch the entire process

'OK Fox," cooed Maxine as she approached his now naked body. She wore  a white lab coat and had a bedside manner, considering. "The paint is cool, be warned. I'm gonna do your arms, then I'll do your chest, and Mrs. Hart wants your underarms as well. I see you shaved them already. Thank you for that. So let's get started."

A young. cute blonde fallow westing overalls and apparently nothing else apparred with a brush. "I am Toby," he said. "I assist Maxine. Pleased to meet you, Fox." Fox nodded.

Maxind knew Fox was humiliated and she didn't want to make that worse; she knew her kinky boss would take over for that. She set to paint Fox gently, praising his bravery, admiring how much he'd gown up, etc. etc. Maxine, due to Fox' cooperation, had Fox' arms painted fairly quickly, even his hands, once she convinced him to remove them from his crotch. Maxine noted that for a 40 year old man, Fox did not have much of a penis but he had fairly pendulous balls. Maxine would have to paint all of that soon, and while some of that turned her on, it weirded her out that this was a kid she' had baby-sitted for (and bathed).

Toby mainly did brush-ups. He was as silent as a church mouse. but his touch was light and his eyes sparkled when he looked at Fox and worked on his nude body. Toby, like most people, found the shy Fox to be simply adorablle in his way.

Fox just stood there in disbelief that he'd agreed to be embarrassed so spectacularly. And this was only the beginning!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HE HAD TO GO THERE ON A PODIUM LIKE THIS, NAKED IN WHITE PAINT.

Maxine painted Fox' legs and the tops of his feet. Fox stood perfectly still, what could he do?

It as time to paint Fox' big chest and Maxine found her juices flowing in her loins. Fox had a firm upper frame indeed, but his pectorals drooped with chewylooking, sandy-haired nipples He had three sets of love handlees: a very smlll rround one right under the saggy nipples, a more pronounced one underneath that one, and a large one, by far the firmest, rright on his waist, right above his less-than-impressive groin area.

"Paint his breasts more, Maxine, please," purred Mrs. Hart. Maxine did as she was asked and Fox reddened. Toby chuckled when he saw Fox blushing.

Maxine found herself enjoying painting Fox' armpits as he ws clearly ticklish. Ditto his nipples, as he squirmed and moaned  a bit. "Sorry," he'd say. "Don't worry about it," sad Maxine, although the kept painting them long after she needed to, since Nora wanted it and Maxine found it suprmely erotic having Fox at her mercy this way. She also got off at toby's increasing excitement about painting Fox. She noticed Toby had a hard-on.

Maxine had to lift the breasts to paint underneath ithem which made Fox wince and Toby and  Nora coo.

She repeated this process with all three sets of love handles, and got the same delightful reaction, as Fox blushed like a sunset every time. Maxine had to admit she was enjoying Fox' humiliation.

Maxine told Fox to stand up because it was time for her to paint his ass. "And I will be brushing against your butthole, so don't flinch.," said Maxine.

"Make him turn around to me," barked Nora.

"Yes Mrs. Hart," said Maxine. 

"Bend him over," croaked Nora.

"Fox? Do you mind?" asked Maxine.

 "I will do the anus," said Toby. "Another man should do Fox' anus."

Fox winced but bent over, slowlyl.

Fox did mind all this, but he did it anyway, feeling quite humiliated. He fekt the cold paintbtrush go up his asscrack and thrash around. He shuddered, realizing what a sight that was.

Toby rummaged arounf for a good four or five minutess. "Look at that BIG ASS JIGGLE," said Nora. "That BIGGGGGGGGGGG ASS JIGGLE. I can even see the hole a bit. Even his hole is BIGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG."

Maxine and Toby had Fox close his buttockds and painted them individually. While large, Fox had a gorgeous rump. And Toby had to say so, out loud.

"Turn him back around. Manscape him and do his little gonads," caterwauled Mrs. Hart. Toby did that as quickly he could be because he felt Fox begin to hypderventilate.  Maxine, painting Fox' balls, also detected a slight stirring in the lower shaft of Fox' small cock. Maxiine suddenly remembered that THIS was the small boy would could ejaculate out of the blue without wanking, without masturbating his penis. How could should have forgotten this boy's special "ability"? It had happened once when she gave the boy a bath and he had been distressed for a week. She wondeered if things had changed for him in those areas.................

Then all that was left was Fox' face.

"You can turn back around, Fox," she told him gently. Whe he turned she was touched to see he had slight teras in the corners of his eyes. She took a tissue and wiped them dry.

"Oh honey," she whsipered. 'You'll be covered in white paint. Only a few will know......." Fox knew this just waasn't going to be the case. He was nauseous.

 "Do his face, Maxine. You've spent double time on Fox. Let's get him out thdre. He's the star attraction!!!!!!!!!!!! THE BIG OLE STAR ATTRACTION!!!!!!!!!!!!!!""

Maxine made up Fox' handssome face quickly as per Norma's drunken demands and she hoped this the minute Fox would begin to show he might lose some of his anxiety. She took him to the edge of the stage and told Toby, "newbie, Fos Smith" and Toby said "finally, they've been beginning to chant,' Toby snickered at Fox' nude body. "Courage, baby," said Maxine aand she patted him on the back. Fox steeled himself, and nodded. Toby patted Fox on his rump, and carresseed it., and rran a finger up and down his asscrack

Maxine threw back the curtain, Toby led out Fox, and the crowd roared.. Maxine and Toby left the stage. Fox was alone, nude in white paint. It was happening to him. I am a living statue..A living nude statue.


Fox was naked, painted head to toe in white body paint. He was ttying to smile but he was clerly embarrassed and humiliated. And stupid. Hie large male breasts jugggled as he walked forward, and his large painted nipples looked to be rigid.

His love handles jiggled sensually and Fox kept trying to hold them down, which brought forth laughter. "Lay off the milk shakes!" one of his ejectees shouted. A feew people laughed.

Fox' penis was an object of derision, but this was only whispered by the few that did not like him or know him. 

His regulars felt bad for the size off the penis but they were delighted by the size of Fox' balls and everything else. Fox was NAKED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!.

Regulars predicably filled the first row, Dave was front and center, wearing a T-rhirt made ouf ot the flyer, waving, Rufus, Mr. Toms and hiw wife, Bob, Opehilia, Susanne, Gary, Larry, Ron (who's working for Ron tonight, Fox wondered), Mr Lazarus (his landlord)! Many other regulars!

Interspersed in the audience, unfortunately, were some of the rowdies Fox had had to throw our of Clyde's Bar. They weret there to mock him, and they were laughing hard. Fortunately, they were outnumbered. But they defiantly stayed, drinking wine,  and gave Fox disapproving looks and smirks.

Fox was also taken aback to see kids running back and forrh unaccompanied.


She went on to say, "Feel free to come up and touch any of the models, but you may get paint on you, so beware. You can touch the models anywhere. Chilrden 12 and younger may not touch the models or take pictures but they can look and have their parents take pictures.. Anyone over 12 can take ptctures. But be sure to take  a picture of our FATBOY FOX, he has never posed before, well you can see why he'd be hesitant, but there's more to love, and,  anyway, we hav a NICE SURPRISE FOR FATTY FOXX IN JUST AN HOUR. Have yourslves much refreshment, walk around and look at all the beautiful naked peop/e, and Fox.

Larry was one of the first to spproach Fox. He stared at Fox' package and played with it, giggling, "How much are they paying you for this? It can't be enough."

Fox said, "One thousand."

Larry knew he was lying, but said nothing, pincing an inceh from Fox' waist.

Gary came over "Are you fondling the nude man, Larry?
Larry, "Join me"
"Don't mind if I do,' said Gary, and began to play with Fox's balls.

"Guys, thiis is humiliating enough, why not be my mates, and stop fiddling about with my bits."

"Sorry," laughed  Gary. "We don't see zavtig blokes show themsleves off this way very often."

Dave came over. "How you holdin' up, Fox? You look great. Really."

Fox grinned down as his little loyal regular and replied, "I'm maanaging. I am embarrassed, Dave."

Dave loooked up an down Fox' body, almost drooling. Gary rolled his eyes.

"Is the paint cool?" Dave asked. 

"Not as it dries," replied Fox. The pose he was in was a standard stand up straight ahead rigid stance. He hadn't been told to do otherwise. Patrons were able to circle him and see his backside as welll as his full frontal. Someeone had traced his asscrack at least twice.

Just then, much to Fox' horror, three girls from hisa nighttime accounting class, Arlene, Beth and Sara, ,raced to the podium..

"It's really you," exclaimed Arelene. "We coulbn/t believe it."

"How'd you find out" asked For.

"There's'' flyers all over the campus, they went up this afternoon," said Beth.

Fox groaned. Mrs. Hart at work.

Sara tweated a nipple.. "Wow. Your nipple is hard." She laughed. She looked him up and down. "Clyde's wiill never be the same."

Thr three girls found wine and eheese, giggled at their naked classmate, and they then began to check out to the more fit models. Fox felt tossed aside like yesterday's news. The girls eventually did return and stood there to ogle only Fox, smiling at him.

And a  steady streap of curious onlookers filed by the nude bartender all night. Many touched his genitals and cock. Many grabbed handfulls of tit, or nipple, or any other flesh they pleased. Many played with one, two , or all of Fox' love handles. A younger man fingered his asshole--all the way in. He was a living nude statute, up for grabs, rudely being touched all over his exposed body against his will, humiliated..

Fox mostly heard snickers and comments like ""he's gotta lot of never showing THAT to an audience, "Must be broke," "Someone must have callled in sick," "His penis is so tiny I feel bad for him," "Look how embarrassed he is. You can see it in his face."

Fox steeled himself and saw he clock was 9:00pm. He would have to tough it out for two more hours.

At least the pose never changed. Until.........

Mr Don Fielding wheeled out what appeared to be two treadmill machinesl The firs one had three stairs. The second was a flat one about five or six teet long. Don swiftly set up the mcthines and announced that the audicnce was going to witness "the overweight" model LOSE POUNDS IN FRONT OF YOUR VERY EYES.

Maxine ran over and touched up come of Fox' body parts, of which some flesh had become exposed: a little under his eyes, his dampened armpits, his nipples, which were visibly red through the paint, and areole, which were visibly brown thrugh the paint. Toby was not far behind, doing the same thing.

Maxnie also touched up the areas under the nipples and all the areas under the love handles, and ehe restored white point to Fox' flaccid penis and Fox' shape-shifting balls (which delighted the girls watching)

Nora Hart appeared in a new gown and  martini and snnounced it was "showtime."

Fox, unsurre of what was transpiring, was led naked by Norma to the first treadmill machine. She told him to get on the machine, that he was going to demonsstrate it.

"Uh, Mrs. Hart, I don't------

Don Fielding turned on the machine and Fox had no choice but to utilize it, as supremely silly as he felt and knew he must have loooked.

Anyone watching stopped talking and just stated at Fox, slightly overwekght naked Fox, using this treadmill, nude in white paint, his tittles bobbing up and down and his love handles stretching back and forth, and his little  penis mostly staying in place while his balls bibbled up and down slightly.

There was considerable merriment amongst the osbservers, and this included Fox' friends. Even Dave though this "hot".

Don Fielding announed, "This treadmill has several speeds from Beginning to Expert. I have him on Beginning. Le't ease it to Expert, slowly."

Fox' heart beat fast and his humuiliation was momumental. He felt the speed of the machine increase. He also felt a stirring in his cock shaft. Oh no no . It couldn't. Not here,

The speed of the machine reached maximum and Fox was basiclly jogging it, everything flopping for everyone's amuement. He managed to jump off it, heaving, naked, jiggling and sweating.

"Well, he's out of shape and he can't handle it," mocked Don Fielding. "Maybe the floor model is  more to his liking.".

 Mrs. Harrt swayed over to Fox and slurred, "Use Donny's floor treadmill. They you can go home."

Fox heaved and glanced at the leering crrowd. "Deal," he ssid.

He walked over to the ordinary looking treadmill, which unfortunaly, had  a mirror at the end. So for the first time tonight, Fox could see himself, naked, in white paint, flsehy, red-eyed, and humiliated.

The treadmill becan slowly at first but it too had "controls" and they began to increase in intensity as Don gleefully played with them. Soon Fox was running while holding on to the railing. In the infernal mirror, Fox saw his body bouncing, bouncing, bouncing. He saw his white penis emrge from its nest of white public hair  He knew what was next.

His penis ddid not need manual stiuation to ejaculate. It never had. Fox could ejaculate just thiinking about things. He could masturbate normally, regularly and have sex traditionally., but this singular talent had made itself known as young as  8 years old and Fox knew it could make an appearance at any time, and it was now to going to make an appearance--any minute. Fox knew the signs and he couldn't stop it from happening.

Fos didn't see any way out.The penis would not stick out or up. It would just point down and Fox just ejaculated downwards,, as if he were simply taking a piss, without even touching his penis, on the treadmill, hoping the onlocokers would think some paint had fallen off. The only sound he made was a small grunt. Fox ejaculated three loads.

SPLAT......walk walk walk....SPLAT.....walk walk walk....SPLAT.....

All the splats were steamy jizz, hitting the treadmil with force and sound, much akin to a furious emergency piss in an alleyway, escept for poor nude Fox, his jizz was front, loud, and center,  and the treadmill showed them ALL off as it moved,  and reappeared, evetntually smearing the entire surface with Fox' cum, as Fox was forced to tread on his smeared fresh semen over and over again..

No one was. fooled. They knew it was semen, not paint, because they saw it come ouf of Fox' piss slit. "Oh my God.," "he is shooting loads on the treadmill and walking in it,' and mostly screams were heard. "Repulsive."

Unable to endure much more, the sublimely naked Fox gof off the stlil moving tread mill and thanked Mrs. Hart for  a lovely evening. She was for once speechless. Without saying a word to anyone, the devastatingly humiliated Fox made his way back to the dressing area, showered off the paint,  and put on his clothes.

He left the gallery the way he came in. Dave followed. Fox held Dan by the hand, because Fox was still shivering with humiliation and embarrassment at ejaculating in public and then having to walk in it.

Fox and Dave took a cab to a bar/diner they liked. In the cab. Dan held Fox in his frail but warm firm arms.

"It was nowherre near repulsive," Dan soothed his hunky buddy. Fox heaved  tears of unbridled humiliation. Dave continued, "It was great. I'm proud of you.".

."I WANT BACON " Fox wailed in the cab. Rest assured, he got it.

Business increased twofold at Clyde's, at Mrs. Hart's Gallery, and Fieldings' Gyms.

Mr Toms gave Fox more shifts, by popular demand..,


Submitted: January 11, 2022

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