Return to Rooster's- Part 2/2 (Patreon)

Well, it's finally time for poor Paul to get completely exposed, and whether he's ready to be seen or not, his naked photos are posted for VIPs in the Discord server. Check him out before or after reading this part...

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Hands started caressing every inch of my body that could be reached, and I felt fingertips leave trails across my sweaty thighs. My hands couldn’t even swat them away as I tried my hardest to grab every bit of cash that I could. Below my hands, the crowd was also stuffing money into my thong, and I didn’t stop that either. I was being flooded with cash, and that’s all I could focus on… I was too focused to even hear the snap on the side of my undies come undone… In fact, I hadn’t even noticed that there were snaps on these too once I’d put them on back in that locker room.

I could hear the end of the song coming up, so I needed to be quick. Trying to get up to walk over to the other end of the stage for more tips, I felt a powerful pair of hands grab onto my calves to pin me down. Looking forward, I saw a bulky man staring up at me with a smirk on his face. The tips were still flowing as men clamored to the stage to get their hands on me, so I wasn’t too heartbroken to be stuck here… or at least I thought I wasn’t.

As more hands reached towards my crotch, I didn’t even look down at them as I just waited for the song to end. As I looked above the crowd, I unfortunately missed my last opportunity to turn things around.

Hands were pawing at my crotch, and the material was thin enough for every fingertip to deftly feel the outline of my shaft pushed right up front. I could even feel fingers rubbing against the smooth skin above my shaft and-

Wait.

Looking down now, I saw everything happen in slow motion. One fateful bargoer had reached inside my thong to add one more dollar into my packed pouch, and he’d pulled open the second and final snap on my left side. As the fabric hung open, the crowd turned into sharks in the water. They now knew how easy it was to strip me completely naked, and with one more tug, they did.

It only took one final pull from a stranger to yank away the unsnapped fabric and fling it into the crowd. I was still covered, but only for a second as the stream of dollar bills fell to the stage and left my cock hanging down between my legs. Hands grabbed onto my calves to keep me there, but even more were reaching up to fondle my exposed cock and balls. One set of fingers even crept between my legs towards my ass, but I was at least able to lean back and block that path.

That’s when I also remembered my preparation for tonight and what all I’d done. I’d taken a second shower right before I got ready to go, and I’d decided to shave the hair around my crotch so that it wouldn’t show under my briefs. Unfortunately for me, I decided it would be easier to just shave off my pubes instead of carefully manscaping. It looked too hairless, but at least I rationalized with myself that no one would see under my briefs. Unfortunately for me, that statement ended up not being true.

As the song began to fade out, the MC finally walked out on stage to save me from my torment, but it was only a partial reprieve. The hands pulled away from me as some skinny guy in all black came out to pick up all of my tips. As he stuffed them into a bag, I realized how small the actual pile was… nowhere near enough money to make this worth it. That amount might have been worth a dance but not a full strip show ending in me completely naked and standing once more in the middle of the stage.

The MC had grabbed onto my wrist and was raising my arm up into the air as if I’d just won some boxing match. I was sweaty and breathing hard enough to feel like it, but I’d gone through something completely different, and I’d lost. As camera flashes filled the room, I couldn’t even successfully cover my face so I just had to stand there, completely humiliated and exposed.

Finally released, I fled backstage and had to force myself past all of the strippers laughing at me in the wings.

“I didn’t know our club was full nudity?”

“Apparently, it is for this guy.”

With my face flushed red, I finally got through and made it back into the dressing room where the bag of cash was thankfully resting on my clothes. As I quickly dressed, I wanted to make a quick exit through the back door, but there was one last thing I need to see. Lying on the counter under the mirror, there were two more pair of those thongs lying there that hadn’t been claimed. Leaning over, I picked them up to inspect the side seams, and my suspicions were confirmed. Neither one had snaps- I was the only one that was going to be naked tonight, so no matter what happened after me on stage, I’d be the man stuck in their memories. And depending on how clear those photos were, I’d be stuck online too…