Scott's Naked Ordeal Chapter 32 The Spirit Stick

 Scott's Naked Ordeal 32 - The Spirit Stick

"Really? That's awesome!" Scott exclaimed into the phone. He had just gotten a call from the athletic association that he had won the raffle to be the Boffo the Bear mascot at Friday's big game. "I can't believe my luck!" He thought as he immediately dialed Joe and the rest of his buddies the news.

"That's like the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" Joe retorted at the news. "What the hell do you even want to do that for? That costume is ridiculous, and you just have to jump around and roll around the field.  No one will even know it's you!" He laughed. 

"It's totally for the fun of it! And I get to say I've been Boffo the Bear to anyone I meet." Scott laughed.  "Besides, it's supposed to be a cooler week, so it won't be too hot in that big furry costume. 

"I still think it's stupid!" Joe continued. "I wouldn't be caught dead as that dumb animal!"

"What the hell do I care what you think about it anyways??!" Scott yelled into the phone and promptly hung up and continued grinning about his good fortune to be play Boffo.

The week passed quickly and soon Friday arrived. Scott quickly got himself psyched up and headed for the field to be fitted and pick up his costume.  He'd have plenty of time to get back for the warm up event.  He'd go have lunch, then maybe to get limber for all the running and jumping around he would be doing as Boffo, he'd get a quick work out in too. They had said he would have a trainer work with him a little, but he figured it would be a piece of cake to run up and down and wave his hands and interact with the audience to make them cheer.

"This is just going to be awesome!" Scott kept thinking as he sauntered over to the field for warm ups. Scanning the area, he saw an energetic young man jogging over to him.  

"Ok bud, you must be Scott! Congratulations on the big win to be Boffo! I'm Brad and I'll be your trainer." The guy yelled out upon seeing Scott. His bright smile gleaming almost as much as his short red hair and smooth creamy skin.

"Yea thanks!  I'm super excited!"  Scott answered as he stood next to Brad.  He couldn't help thinking how he towered over the guy by over a foot or more, but the guy's muscular and tight athletic build was easy to see as it was showcased in his tight white shorts and tank top. 

"Geez, you're a big one!" Brad exclaimed sizing Scott up. "You're definitely going to fill out the costume a bit as it's tailored for me." he continued.  "But I'm sure we can figure out something on it.  Now just watch me a bit first" And Brad took off in a spring and started doing some tumbles and flips and a cartwheel or two.

"Wow, that is awesome!" Scott thought as he watched. Brad's compact little body was just full of energy as it sprung and leaped all over the grass in a fantastic display of gymnastic prowess. "How the hell am I going to do any of this?" Scott started wondering. 

"With lots of practice!" Brad exclaimed with a smile as he read the quizzical look on Scott's face.  "Don't you worry, I'll teach you.  For the next few hours, your body is all mine!  Now first, we gotta get you into some better warm up gear. He continued as he looked at Scott's jeans and polo shirt. 

"Did you bring your gym clothes?" Brad asked as Scott stood there shaking his head. "Well those jeans might be a tad constricting to start doing all the acrobatics. Let me see what I have extra in the locker room.  Follow me." he directed as he again took off in an energetic jog across the field. "Wait, wait!" Scott started to protest, but hopped to it and trailed after him.

"Hey, I thought I was just picking up the costume, then come back later for warm up training before the event?" Scott asked as they got into the locker room.

"Oh no, sorry, there must be some confusion. Yes, you're getting into the costume and doing the warm up, but that's now and going to be for the next few hours. I was wondering why you didn't come dressed more for the warm up!" Brad replied.  "I hope that's OK." He continued as Scott nodded his head in agreement.

"Lets first get you into something more comfortable!" He said as he rifled through his uniform locker. "I know I've got some extra stuff that's clean." Brad continued as he pulled out a pair of white shorts similar to the ones he was wearing.

"HAHAHA!" Scott laughed out loud as he saw the shorts. "Dude, you're going to have to find a bigger pair, there's no way I'm squeezing into these!" He said with a laugh as he held up the shorts which were easily 2 or 3 sizes too small. 

"Oh right! HA!  Let me find something more your size!" Brad replied with a laugh as he sized Scott up. "You can start getting undressed.  What waist are you? I'm a 29, and you're certainly not that! I can pretty much tell you're going to need at least a Large in a tank top."

"I'm a 34.  So if you have a large that should be fine ."Scott replied as he unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off exposing his muscular lightly hairy chest.  His pecs and traps full and hard, his biceps rippling as they flexed. "Oh but wait, I uh wasn't expecting to change here. I uh... " Scott started and trailed off.  He was immediately kicking himself for his lack of forethought today.

"What do you mean? What's wrong?" Brad asked as he turned and automatically appraised Scott's bare upper body with an approving look.  

"I uh, well...." he said as a blush rushed over his face and upper body.  "I'm uh,  uh,  I'm uh going commando today." Scott finally blurted out. There was a few seconds of silence, then Brad broke out into a laugh.  

"Well we're just going to have to work with it." Brad replied with a smile and dug deeper into the locker.

"Do you have an extra jock or something too?" Scott asked, and just shook his head and laughed as Brad tossed him one, hitting him square in the chest and dropping to the floor. "HAHA, this might just do the trick!" Scott said thankfully as he picked it up and held it in front of himself.  

"It looks a little on the small side, but the mesh pouch should expand a little, as long as you're not too big of a boy down there. Brad said with a laugh. "Let me see if I can find you a pair of shorts. Unfortunately the only other pair of shorts I have are a medium and I don't think they're gonna fit you." he continued as he opened up another few lockers.  'Ah ha! These are an extra large.  They should fit you." Brad exclaimed as he held the shorts out to Scott. 

They stood there a a few seconds with Brad looking at Scott as he stood there with his hands on the waistband of his jeans.  Scott thought Brad might turn away for him to drop his pants, but he didnt. 

"Lets get a move on Scott, we've got tons of work to do!"  Brad said with a smile as Scott kicked his sneakers off his bare feet and then popped the button of his jeans and lowered the zipper. As he pushed them down over his round bubble butt and past his muscular thighs Scott felt his thick cock swing free, hanging it's usual almost 6 inches soft. His big nuts also came into view presenting the entire package to Brad. 

"Well look who's a bit of a big boy!" Brad said with a smile and then whistled making Scott blush. Scott turned away a little bit to get his goods out of the line of sight as he quickly bent over and stepped into the jock and pulled it up his legs.  He could feel his goods swinging between his spread legs as he struggled to try to get the jock on, but it wasn't getting past his thighs. The more he struggled, the more he was aware of his jiggling junk which he was sure was on display as he was bent over. "This isn't going to work." Scott said finally as he gave up trying to pull it on and let it fall back to the floor and kicked it aside. "Lemme just get the shorts on." He said as he casually covered his cock with one hand and reached out to Brad with the other one for the shorts.

"Yeah that isn't going to work.  But these should be fine." Brad said as he handed Scott the shorts. Scott couldn't help but notice Brad hadn't taken his eyes off his cock the whole time and quickly stepped into the shorts with a bit of relief as he tucked his cock and nuts away from view.

"They're just a tad loose, but I think they'll work." Scott said as he ran his fingers around the waistband.  They were just a bit larger than he'd normally wear and settled in place by the rounded curve of his butt. The treasure trail of light brown hair over his abs and just a bit of his pubes were on show as his bulging package held the shorts up in front. The elastic band was barely even stretched.  He quickly shoved his feet back into his sneakers and stood there waiting for his tank top.

"I'm not finding any tanks that will fit you, but you'll be in the costume anyways, so the shorts will work just fine. It's always pretty hot in it anyways.  Now follow me and lets get you into your costume." Brad said as he turned on his heel and headed back out of the locker room. 

Scott took a few quick steps Brad and felt his long cock swing underneath the shorts. "Maybe I can just wear my jeans?" He thought and stopped for a second as he contemplated changing.  

"Come on buddy!" Brad turned as he held the locker room door open.  We've got plenty of work to do!" he said as he started tapping his foot and crossed his arms over his tight muscular chest.

Scott stopped hesitating and followed along to get into the costume.  Brad was a bit of a chatterbox as they ambled down the hallway and with all his tales of fun Boffo adventures, Scott was quickly back to being excited about the event.  They entered the costumes and uniforms room and there they found the mascot gear and costume.  "Here's your shirt and the elastic waist pants." Brad said as he handed over the furry clothes. 

"I am so psyched for this!" Scott exclaimed. "This is going to be awesome!" He continued as he quickly kicked off his sneakers and then stepped into the pants. His muscles flexed a bit as he pulled the furry shirt on over his head covering his own slightly hairy muscular chest. Everything fit ok, though the pants came up just a few inches short.  

Brad tugged down a bit on the pants, settling them well below Scott's waist. Scott pulled them up a little more, but Brad again tugged them down. "That helps a little,  at least I can barely see your ankles.  Lets practice a bit without the head on you, but you'll need to get used to that as well too. 

They headed out for the field, and they went through lots of different routines and moves, and soon Scott was just a natural at tumbling around in the suit.  "Damnit!" Scott said out loud as his pants slipped a little farther down on his ass, and he had to again yank them up.  

"Ok, time for the head!" Brad exclaimed as he lifted the large bear head up and with outstretched arms got it positioned on Scott.  "It fastens to the shirt so it stays on better." He continued to say as he reached underneath and snapped it to the top of the shirt. " Lemme just get these straps in place to make sure it doesn't move. How's that feel for you Boffo?" He chuckled.

"It feels weird, but it feels awesome!" Scott replied, his voice muffled from inside the costume.  Scott felt the furry tunic a little tight on his arms, and with his upper body just a bit bigger than Brad's, his arm movement was slightly impaired, but not too much.  He could still lift his arms and wave them around, just not lower them completely. "Ok, lets do this!" And the duo went back to practicing as more people and staff started to arrive to the field.  

"The general routine is easy." Brad announced. "You'll do just fine. The only trick will be at the start of the game.  We erected this big platform to showcase Boffo." he said and pointed downfield at the structure.  "All you have to do to get to it is grab the loop on the rope hanging from the platform and the winch will slowly draw you up to the top so everyone in the field can see you. And don't worry about holding on.  As soon as you get your hand in the loop, yank down on it to tighten it around your arm so it's securely in place to lift you. When you get to the top of the platform you'll still be tied to it, but it's a safety thing for you, just do your best to use the slack to jump around and wave.  It's the best place for the cameras to get shots of you too. You'll hear the music start and that's your cue." He continued on as Scott shook his costumed head.  

Almost an hour later, Scott was all set and he and Brad sat patiently waiting in the mascot room for the start of the rally before the game. "Don't worry buddy,  I'll be right on the sidelines cheering you on!" Brad yelled out as they ran to the field.  Scott was so pumped up as finally the moment had arrived and he burst into the middle of the rally to cheers and applause and he started his routine of jumps and tumbles. He was so excited, he barely even cared that his big thick cock and balls were swinging all over the place until his nuts managed to get stuck between his muscular thighs for a second as he winced in pain. But he quickly went back to his routine.

The crowd roared and Scott was never so excited.  He did all the different moves he learned, waved and kicked and tumbled all over. It was a blast.  "This is totally awesome!" Scott yelled out as he looked out through the costume head eyes at the cheering crowd. He saw Brad motioning to him to head down field.  "That must be the signal for the platform show." He thought and trotted over to the iron scaffolding.  The platform was a good 50 feet high so he'd be seen from all over. He continued to gyrate and hop around as he waited for the music.

"Oh wait, I gotta get pulled up!" Scott remembered and frantically looked around for the rope Brad had mentioned.  He couldn't see very well with the mask, and looked high and low. 

"There's the loop!" Scott thought as he spied it hanging at the back of the scaffolding swinging back and forth with the breeze. He sidled right up to the iron bars and reached up to grab it and hook his wrist into it so he could be pulled up. "And just in time!" he muttered as the music started blaring and the players started coming onto the field. The winch above him started with a squeak and slowly started hauling him up, tightening the loop around his costumed wrist. 

He wasn't expecting it and it lifted him up off his feet and he swung a bit back and forth clanking into the platform structure and one of his sneakers dropped off his bare foot.  "Damnit! Scott yelled out as he saw the shoe fall.  "Well I can't very well dance around with one shoe." he thought to himself, so he kicked off his other sneaker. 

The winch kept on pulling him up and he used his free hand to wave at the crowd, though most weren't looking his way and were paying attention to the field of players anyways. He was about half way up when he swung to the right and hit the structure with a thud. He shook his head to clear his thoughts from the impact as the winch continued to pull him up. 

"What? Wait, what the?" Scott thought as he felt his pants slip down and over the top round curve of his muscled butt. The elastic caught on the loose shorts and those were coming down as well. He quickly tried to reach down with his free hand to grab them, but the straps attaching his shirt to the mask didn't allow his arm to stretch down far enough. The winch kept pulling him up, and his pants kept on inching down and over his butt. 

"They're stuck!  Somehow they're stuck!  He tried kicking his legs to free himself, but to no avail. Inch by inch he felt his ass being bared. The furry top was unfortunately too short to begin with and with one hand raised above his head, it now only came down to his waist.  

"Wait, wait!" Scott yelled out to basically no one. He looked frantically around and waved his free hand back and forth. "Oh damnit, no! Stop the winch!" But there was no one to hear him as he felt his pants and shorts inch down past his ass as the air hit his backside with a chill.  

"NO!" Scott's mind screamed as he felt the waistbands catch right above his cock root and then slowly inch farther down until his cock popped out into the air. Another inch down and Scott felt his balls exposed as well.  "Oh God, Oh God!" He thought in despair. "There are thousands of people out there! I can't let them see my cock!"

Scott desperately tried to reach down, but couldn't grab the pants as they stuck tight on the scaffolding. He spread his legs as far as he could to keep them up, but that just made him feel even more naked as his thick cock and low hanging balls swung freely between his open thighs. "Fuck! What am I going to do?" Scott tried to think as he tugged on the rope with his free hand.  He was going to be naked from the waist down in just a few short minutes, thankfully blocked from the crowd by the scaffolding. "But not for long! The winch is going to pull me right up into all of their views!" Scott thought in a panic.

The winch droned on inching him up more and more, and finally the pants were stretched taught on his outspread knees. Scott finally gave up trying to spread his legs wider as the winch continued to pull him up.  As soon as he brought them together, the pants and loose white shorts dropped the rest of the way down his muscled slightly hairy legs and around his ankles.  Cock, balls and ass completely exposed now, Scott frantically searched for a solution to his nakedness. "Only another 10 feet or so and I'm going to come into view!"  Scott screamed out as he tried to grab onto the scaffolding with his free hand to try to jam the winch. 

"Oh NO!" Scott screamed out as his pants and shorts slipped off his feet. He couldn't look down to see them, but his hope of getting them back on when he got to the top of the platform was gone. His body kept swinging back and forth and Scott winced as he felt his thick cock sway back and forth as well as his pendulous big nuts. "Fuck! What am I going to do!" His mind screamed with urgency as he struggled to get himself covered with his free hand.  He was barely able to reach his waist and kept stretching it to try to at least shield his cock and balls from view. 

"Almost to the top!" Scott said in a panic as he peered out his costumed eye holes and saw the scaffolding ending about 10 feet above him. "What am I going to do?!!" he thought over and over to try to formulate some kind of plan. But now without his shorts or pants and just wearing the furry top to his costume, he didn't know what to do.

The roar of the crowd was getting louder as the music droned on down field. "What the?" Scott said as he suddenly stopped about 5 feet from the top of the platform.  He dangled there wondering what happened as the winch had stopped pulling him up  "Who is even operating this winch?" He thought as he tried to look around to find the person to tell them to lower him down.  He swung back and forth gently, which only made him more aware of his bared cock as it also swung, hitting from one muscular thigh to the other. Finally the swinging stopped and he came to rest face first to the wall of the platform. His thick cock pressed right onto the surface.  Scott was careful to keep his legs open just slightly to keep from squashing his big balls so they also kept swinging back and forth.  And unfortunately for Scott, all that motion had the usual effect on him.

"Christ, no! Stop it now!" He yelled down to his cock as he felt it slowly expand and lengthen. "NOT NOW DAMN IT!" He cursed just as he felt a tug on the rope and started again on his upward ascent.  "Oh God, NO!" Scott said in a panic. He knew that once his cock started to get hard, it wouldn't be more than a minute to get a full on erection and of course this time wasn't any different.  Now the sensations of it dragging along the smooth wall were sending tingles into his balls.

"What the Hell am I going to do?!"  He looked down at the ground so far away and knew he couldn't jump, and there was nothing to hold on to at this part of the platform, just the smooth wall. Unfortunately the wall continued to excite his growing hard on even more as the tip of his cock dragged along the surface. He finally pushed his knees into the wall to get away from it, but the damage was done and soon he was rock hard and pointing his usual 7.5 thick inches 45 degrees from his body.  He desperately stretched his free arm to try to cover himself as a hot blush rushed over his torso and face. "Oh fuck!" he exclaimed as he felt his cock pulsing hard.

"I've got it! Let me get this top off and I'll have that to cover myself!" Scott thought with relief and he started to pull and tug on the furry top.  He felt the shoulder start to give way, and he exerted as much force and pressure as he could pulling on it.  The tearing sound was music to his ears as the top started coming apart, and not soon enough.  He was almost to the top of the platform now.  In another minute his costumed head would be coming into view and he knew if he didn't act quickly, his other head would be coming into view too. He cringed as he felt his cock pulse with excitement, his swinging nuts fueling the fire in his loins. 

"Hurry!" Scott's mind yelled out as he neared the top of the platform and he yanked the furry top as hard as he could tearing it right down the side as his muscular shoulder and arm came into view. "Thank God!" He thought in relief as he now would have something to cover his naked body and for sure his ass and now pulsating hard cock from the thousands in the crowd. "Exposure averted!" He cried out as the costume continued to tear right up through the neckline and across the front baring his muscled lightly furred chest.  His large pink nipples, just like his cock, were hard with excitement. The snaps on the top finally popped open with some effort as he kept muscling his way through the fabric   "Yahooo!" Scott exclaimed as he quickly yanked it the rest of the way off. Scott was now totally naked except for the cuff of fur left around his looped wrist. "I can't believe I actually stripped myself the rest of the way naked!" He laughed as he bent to get the remains of the top around his waist.

But in his haste, he hadn't thought that the costumed head would no longer be attached. As he bent down it fell forward now that it wasn't connected to the to and right off his head.  As it left his head, Scott immediately reached for it with his free hand, but it fell too fast. And unfortunately in the process of trying to grab it he let go of the torn top. 

"Fuuuuuuuck!" Scott screamed out as he looked down agape as head hurtled the 40 plus feet to the ground and hit with a crash and driving right behind it the remains of the torn top.  His last chance at covering himself. "I'm totally naked! I'm totally naked!" Scott's mind screamed out as he kept a grip on the loop and reached down to try to cover his hard cock and balls as best he could as his head came up above the platform edge. He was completely exposed, from his handsome head to his rock hard cock and big bare feet.

"How on earth did I get stripped totally bareass again???" He said in a panic as he tried to will his cock soft. The crowd was soon going to see his entire body. "But luckily I'm going to be far away" Scott thought, but just as he looked out and heard the crowd noise increasing, he saw his head emerging from behind the platform plastered on the dozens of big screens around the stadium.  It was then he remembered Brad telling him the whole reason for him being on the platform was so the cameras could get a good shot of him.

"What am I going to do?" Scott was in full panic mode. As he rose up higher, his chest came into view and the crowd was going crazy. "I've got to just get on this platform and hunker down to hide!" he thought. "As soon as they see I'm naked, they'll cut away and someone will come get me.

At least that was what he thought would happen.  As soon as he could, he clambered onto the platform.  The roar of the crowd was deafening as they all saw this naked hunk deposited onto the cheering platform in high definition. Scott quickly got into a crouch position, his free hand shoved into his crotch all the while hoping no one would see his goods. "How the Hell did I get into this situation?" Scott questioned as he flushed full red in embarrassment, as well as excitement.  His hand touching all over his cock was getting him even more excited. 

"UUUNGH!" he groaned as his cock pulsed and shot a stream of pre-cum into his hand. Scott could feel the hot liquid as his body convulsed in ecstacy. He looked up at the screens and saw them zoomed in on his fully naked body. Flashes of his hard cock were being seen by everyone. "Oh shit, they have me from all angles!" Scott quickly dropped down lower as he saw one shot from behind showcasing his gorgeous bubble butt and between his spread legs his dangling swaying balls. Thankfully it cut away quickly after they noticed the exposure of his nuts.  Scott quickly struggled to get his other hand free from the tightened loop, but without pulling his other hand away from his crotch, it was going to be a struggle.

"Help me! Get those cameras off me!" He yelled out into the camera as he kept tugging on his trapped hand which was the wrong thing to do as it just tightened it more. Scott cringed even more as the crowd just cheered louder. He again looked up at the screens hoping and praying he wouldn't see his fully naked body crouched down on the platform, but of course he did.  The cameramen weren't going to switch away. Not when they had this kind of entertainment, but they quickly went to scramble the feed and get some pixelation to hide any further nudity. 

Several of the screens went into censor mode, and much to Scott's relief his mid section got pixilated.  It was now he'd be able to get his other hand free as he realized that in all the commotion, whoever was supposed to turn the winch off didnt as his arm was being pulled farther into the air. He quickly grabbed this chance and pulled his hand away from his crotch, but stayed as bent over and crouched as he could raising his hand up to try to loosen the loop.  Unfortunately now his uncovered cock just stabbed him in his hard abs, and Scott felt another surge of precum rocket out of his cock making him see stars of ecstacy.  "UUUNGH!" he groaned as several cameras showcased his sex filled face.  

"Stop the winch! Stop the winch!" Scott screamed out as he couldn't get his hand free and he was slowly being pulled out of his crouch position.  He was looking frantically around to see if anyone was coming to help him when he saw one screen that wasn't pixalated! "Oh God! No!" The screen was him shot from the side, his hard cock easily visible tucked his abs as he quickly shoved his free hand back to cover it. His touch again sending erotic feelings through his groin and he shot yet another stream of precum into his hand splashing his forearm and the platform. The crowd gasped and cheered erupted into applause. Scott didn't have the nerve to look back up at the screen. He knew they could see him in all his dripping and pulsing glory as the red blush deepened on his torso and face.

The winch continued to pull his arm and then suddenly stopped.  He was just about out of crouch position, Scott kept his left knee up a little bit to shield the view, and his free arm in place from the other side. Though he knew his glorious butt and dangling balls were surely on display now.  "Thank you! Thank you!" Scott thought in relief. "They've stopped the winch! Now's my chance to get my wrist free!"

Scott hunched over as far as he could and removed his hand from his crotch to pry at the loop. He brought his knee up to try to hide his throbbing cock but the touch just further stimulated his over excited cock.  "UUUUNGH!" he groaned again as yet another huge stream of precum sprayed from his dick. More cheers from the crowd as he knew they had to see him in his hyper sexual state. But he didn't care. "I've got to use this chance to get free!" His mind screamed as he hurriedly tried to force his fingers between his wrist and the tight rope loop. "It's loosening!" Scott exclaimed as he got two, then three of his fingers underneath the rope and was seconds from freeing the knot. Just when he got 4 fingers in the loop to yank it larger to free his hand he wooped in celebration, then moaned and closed his eyes. "Oh Christ, Uuuungh!" As what he knew was going to be one of the last blasts of precum sprayed onto his leg and beyond. He had to get free before he started cumming. His body froze with ecstacy as his cock throbbed wildly.

But his relief was cut short as the rope suddenly jerked him 4 feet higher. "Whoa!" Scott was hauled right out of his crouched position and now was on his tip toes. His free hand now trapped in the loop as well as it tightened to yank him upwards. All the crowd cheered as his entire body was in full view. Scott stared up at the screens.  Some had a big blur at his midsection, but one still showcased his completely naked body on full display, his pits wet with sweat, his arms stretched above him.  Everyone could see his rock hard pulsing cock sticking straight out from him like a thick spirit stick. The precum coating his engorged cockhead shimmered as did the dripping oozing mess that was dangling from the end.  As his legs kicked uselessly, his prick bobbed a bit and his nutsack was swinging wildly. 

"Shut them off!  Shut them off!" Scott screamed out as he was completely unable to cover himself with both hands trapped in the rope. But then Scott saw the screens go dark. Thankfully the cameramen were able to quickly shut down the screens. But Scott looked to the left with dismay. Of course the one they couldn't get the censor feature to work was still on much to the further embarrassment of Scott and the thankful crowd.  All eyes trained on that one as both the cameramen and Scott went into panic mode.  "Oh God, Oh God, Uuuuungh!" Scott stammered out as he bore down to try to stem the next blast of precum, but that only caused it to explode even more fiercely as a thick rope of clear liquid into the shining stadium lights. A raucous cheer went up from the crowd caused Scott even further embarrassment as he hung his head in disbelief of his situation.

"I'm fully naked and stretched out on display!" Scott didn't know what else to do as he tried to will his cock back into order. But to no avail.  "Where is any help??? His mind screamed.  "Help! Help me!  His legs kicked wildly to stay on balance as he felt the sweat dripping from his exposed pit. Without either hand now, he couldn't even cover himself from view.  "Help me! Someone help me! Unnnngh!" He ended with a groan as he felt, and likewise saw, as he looked up at the screen, his orgasm start.  His butt cheeks clenched and his balls tightened up as the camera kept on rolling as the first shot exploded straight up into the air and rained down on the front of his body. The second shot even bigger than the next froze Scott in place as the orgasm overtook his body.  Again and again, more ropes of thick white cum shot high into the air and out in front of him in the bright lights like fireworks. Shot after shot followed as Scott tried in vain to stop himself, but to no avail. He just hung there helplessly in ecstasy as his thick cock unloaded making a mess on himself and splashing his thick cum all over the platform. Scott caught a glimpse of himself for a second before again closing his eyes in ecstasy. 

"Oh God, Oh God!" he moaned in humiliation. The crowds roaring cheers and applause embarrassing him even further as his post orgasm redness got even redder.  Finally his cock started to send just dribbles of cum out but remained rock hard in front of him.

All of Scott's naked body and pulsing orgasm was wonderfully shown from the side view in complete high definition detail for another several seconds before the tech people finally cut that switch too eliciting a groan of disapproval from the crowd. "I can't believe this happened to me again!" Scott moaned as he came down off his orgasm. But he was relieved at least the TV camera was off now. He looked down in humiliation at his hairy chest splattered with his cum as well as his abs and thighs too. "Damn you!" Scott cursed at his finally softening cock.  Scott hung there totally humiliated as finally the lights on the platform plunged him into the dusk of the evening. He couldn't believe he was completely and utterly naked in the middle of the stadium and had just shot his load for all to see on the jumbo TV screens. "I'm never going to live this down." Scott thought in humiliation.

He hung there for a few more seconds and then saw Brad running over the the platform waving wildly. "Get me down please?!" Scott yelled out. "And bring me some shorts!"