Date: Sun, 29 Sep 2013 17:32:53 -0400
From: Daniel1989a . <danielmatthews1989a@gmail.com>
Subject: Poker Boy-Part 2

Nudist Teen-Part 6


     I quickly sat down and started thinking about my situation. I was
naked, very hard, my hands tied behind my back on a city bus, alone with
just the driver. I started struggling against the shoe lace that bound my
wrists, but quickly gave up, as the more I struggled, the tighter it got. I
thought how this day had started out so well, and even though it had not
ended with Harry as I would have liked, I knew deep down that I had loved
my meeting with him. His dominant nature, and the way he had talked to me
had brought me to new heights of arousal. I leaned over a bit in my seat
and for the first time, took a look at the driver. I was far back on the
bus, but from what I could see he was a tall, middle aged black man. He
wore the uniform and hat of a city bus driver and my only hope was that
since he drove the bus that he would be eager to help me. However, I had no
idea how I was going to explain being naked with my hands bound behind me
and all my clothes not only off my body, but off the bus and gone with
Harry.

     I tried again to struggle out of my binds, but it only made them
tighter, so instead I concentrated on making my erectrion go away, which
only made it even harder. I then realised I only really had 2 options, I
could go the driver and ask him to untie me, or I could wait until we made
it to the next stop and other passengers got on and ask one of them to
untie me. Even though I was very nervous and anxious, deep down I was
excited as hell at the predicament I was in. I truly now had no choice but
to be naked in front of one person, the driver, or more people if I
waited. I soon put waiting out of my mind, knowing that women with their
children could get on at the last stop, and that could cause me serious
trouble, so I resigned myself to the fact that I would have to deal with
the driver. I tried to think of ways to approach it and what to say, but
they all seemed lame. I did not want to tell him exactly what had happened,
as even though he left me in a bad way, I did not want Harry to get in
trouble. Even though he had bound my wrists, if I had not been trying to
tease him and hustle him at cards, none of this would have happened, and
way deep down I was hoping to have another encounter with him.

     Suddenly an idea came to my mind that seemed good, so I took a deep
breath and stood up and started walking to the front of the bus, my very
hard cock leading the way. When I was halfway to where the driver was
sitting I saw him turn his head briefly and look at me, then heard him say
loudly,

     "Hey kid, take a seat while the bus is in motion."

     I stopped walking and was about to sit when I saw him look in the
mirror at me, then turn his head and take a longer look. I then watched as
he actually rubbed his eyes, shook his head, then turned his head and took
a longer look at me, this time with his eyes very wide open. I then heard
him say,

     "Kid, are you.....what happened, who......?"

     I almost laughed at how confused he was but decided against it as I
heard and felt the bus slowing down. The bus continued to slow and then the
driver actually pulled it over to the side of the road and stopped. I knew
this was not normal, but I was hardly in a position to tell him what to
do. When the bus had fully stopped and I saw the driver start to stand up,
I got nervous and quickly sat down in the seat beside me. As I watched him
approach I noticed he was not only very tall and very dark skinned, but his
arm muscles bulged under his bus drivers short sleeved shirt. As he got
even closer I saw it was not just his arms, his shirt was so tight I could
see that he had a body builders, very defined chest and that his skin was
darker than any other person I had ever seen. I glanced down and saw that
although his pants were not as tight as his shirt, his legs were obviously
very well muscled too. It looked like he must have spent a couple hours
everyday at the gym lifting weights and that he had been doing it for quite
sometime. I put his age at about 40, maybe late 30's and the next thing I
noticed was when he opened his mouth to speak to me, he was very handsome
and had the whitest teeth I had ever seen.

     He stopped when he was one row of seats ahead of me and I knew from
where he was that he could easily tell I wasn't wearing a shirt and that he
could probably tell I wasn't wearing any clothes at all. He kept his eyes
on mine and asked,

     "Are you okay kid?"

     He had an accent, but I could not tell from where, it was an accent I
had never heard before, but there was something beautiful and calming about
it. I said,

     "Ummmmmm.I.......errrrrr...."

     He laughed an easy laugh and then I noticed his gaze lower and then
quickly raise and knew he had just seen that I was not wearing pants
either. His skin was too dark to tell if he had blushed, but his expression
changed and it seemed like he wanted to look down again, but was holding
himself back. He then said,

     "Are you okay kid, can I help, I'm not supposed to stop the bus, I
could get fired for this."

     His concern was so real that I almost didn't use my excuse, but then I
thought it was the best option, so I said,

     "I'm sorry Sir, I appreciate you stopping for me. My friends played a
prank on me and took my clothes and tied my hands behind my back, then got
off at the last stop. Please help me Sir?"

     He looked at me with concern, then paused and the smile left his face
as he said,

     "Nobody got off at the last stop except an old man."

     I swallowed hard, I had not planned on him paying such close attention
to his passengers, but I had started this excuse and figured I should stay
with it so I said,

     "Sorry Sir, maybe it was 2 stops ago, they really pulled a huge prank
on me."

     This time I noticed when his gaze lowered, it lingered there longer
and I knew although he could not see everything, he could tell I was
naked. He smiled and asked,

     "So, they got your clothes, tied your hands and got off 2 stops ago?"

     I figured he had bought my story, so I smiled and said,

     "Yes Sir, that is exactly what happened, can you help me please?"

     His smile left his face right away and his voice raised a bit as he
said,

     "Kid, two stops ago, nobody got off at all. I stopped the bus to be
nice, I told you I could get fired for this, why would you lie to me?"

     I felt really bad now, but figured I had started this excuse and
should stick to it, so I said,

     "Sir, I'm not sure, maybe it was three stops ago."

     "Kid, you just lied to me again, I know my stops and my passengers,
nobody close to your age has been on the bus all morning."

     My heart sank as I knew I was busted and that someone who seemed like
a very nice guy had wanted to help me. I could only think of one thing to
do, so I shifted my position so that a bit more of my body would be visible
to him and was pleased when he reacted by taking a longer look, but then it
faded when I heard him ask,

     "Last chance kid, want to tell me what happened?"

     There was no way I was going to tell on Harry, and the more I looked
at the driver, his muscles, his dark skin, the hornier I got and the more I
wanted to try and see if I could bluff my way out of my situation. I
thought very quickly and when his gaze lingered on me even longer and I saw
what looked like passion on his face an idea came to me. It was sketchy at
best, but all I could think of, so I said,

     "You wouldn't believe me if I told you Sir."

     I then shifted a bit so he would be able to see more of me, saw he
openely stared, then he asked,

     "Just tell me kid."

     I did my best to look embarrassed, then said,

     "Well Sir, I have seen you were the bus driver, but have always been
too nervous to get on your bus...because....."

     I put on my best shy look, then looked down and heard him ask,

     "Too nervous, why? You scared of black guys or something?"

     I looked up at him and said,

     "No Sir, actually the exact opposite Sir."

     He looked confused for a moment, then he smiled, then looked nervous,
then asked,

     "What exactly are you saying kid?"

     I looked down and made my face look nervous and said,

     "I wasn't scared of you, it's just that you look a lot like a guy I
play poker with online, and I wanted to check and make sure it was you
Sir."

     I looked up and saw his smile, then saw anxiety as he asked,

     "How old are you kid?"

     I looked him up and down then said,

     "I'm 15 Sir."

     "So that explains you being on the bus, but where are your clothes
kid?"

     This time he stared at me even longer so I said,

     "I....ummmmm.....I was just messing around, wanted to see what it felt
like to be you know, naked outside of my home."

     His face was hard to read, then he asked,

     "Then where are your clothes now?"

     I knew I was getting in deep, lying had never been my strong suit and
I was really just winging it so I said,

     "I think someone must have taken them, while I was looking out the
window or something Sir."

     "And how did your hands get tied kid?"

     His face, hard to read again, except it looked like he was starting to
enjoy my uneasiness,

     "I did that, you know, to make the experience more exciting."

     "So, you wanted to meet me because you recognize me from an online
poker site. Then you get on the bus and decide to take your clothes off,
then you tie your hands behind your back and someone steals your clothes,
is that right?"

     I knew my lie was not strong but I felt I could bluff him so I told
him,

     "Yes Sir, that's exactly what happened."

     He smiled at me and said,

     "Then why don't you just untie yourself?"

     "I think the knots must have slipped or something, I can't seem to
undo them Sir."

     "I see, so, basically, you're naked, have no clothes at all to wear
and your hands are tied behnd you, and you can't undo them by yourself, and
all this happened just like you told me?"

     "Yes Sir, could you help me please?"

     His face stayed unreadable as he asked,

     "What's your name kid?"

     "My name is Nick Sir."

     "Well Nick, you are very polite, calling me Sir and everything, most
kids your age are rude little brats."

     I smiled slyly at him, thinking I had done it, I had bluffed the guy
with one of my lamest excuses ever, but then he said,

     "So being polite is a good thing, but you are also what I hate the
most, a liar"

     He looked a little angry now, but I still felt I could bluff him,

     "No Sir, it's the truth, I swear it is."

     "Kid, if you had told me the truth, I would have untied your hands and
given you my extra uniform to wear, but instead you tried to fake me out,
to lie to me, to make me look foolish."

     "No Sir, I didn't do any of that, I promise."

     He looked at me, then said,

     "Kid you just lied to me again. You should have just told me you tried
to hustle Harry and that he turned the tables on you and taught you a
lesson."

     I sat there dumbfounded, as soon as he mentioned Harry, my heart sank
and now I knew he knew everything, including the number of lies I had told
him. Worst of all, if I had told him the truth I would be unbound and
clothed right now. I figured I had one more card to play, it was risky, but
there was no way I was just going to give in after all the work I put in to
fake him out, so I shifted in my seat, allowing more of my naked body to
come into his view, then I smiled and gave him a slight wink.

     His eyes lowered as he took in what I figured now was almost the
entire side of my body, naked and I saw he did like what he was seeing, but
then he said,

     "And now you're trying to use your body to get your way, Harry
mentioned how you tried to tease him."

     I was still determined to get myself out of this,

     "No it's not true Sir, he started the whole thing, honest, he tried to
hustle me at cards."

     He stood looking at me without saying anything for several minutes,
then he said,

     "Boy, I've known Harry for more years than you've been alive, he may
be a lot of things, but a liar is not one of them."

     I was now getting almost angry, this was not how it was supposed to
work, but everything I tried backfired with this guy, instead of me
humiliating him, bluffing him, he was not buying any of it. I knew I had to
get my stuff back from Harry, he had taken me for almost everything I had
worked very hard to hustle off friends and others and I had to get it back,
but right now he was my only excuse so I said,

     "He's old, I swear Sir, he started everything."

     His voice raised so much that I actually jumped in my seat as he
yelled,

     "STOP LYING BOY!"

     His face showed his anger, but his voice lowered a bit as he told me,

     "Boy, if you were my son I'd have you over my knee spanking your butt
until you learned that lying is not acceptible."

     I spoke before thinking and said,

     "Then I guess it's lucky for me I'm not your son."

     The expression on his face hardened as he said,
  
     "Boy, you better watch your mouth, look around at your situation, it's
just you and me here and you're naked with your hands bound."

     He was right of course, but I was determined to get out of this so I
told him,

     "Mister, could you just untie me?"

     "Too late for that kid, if you had told me the truth at first, you'd
be on your way right now. So, since you're a betting boy, I'll give you a
chance."

     He pulled a coin out of his pocket and then went on,

     "One flip of the coin, heads I untie you and let you on your way,
tails, I spank that ass of yours until you learn a lesson."

     "What if I choose neither?"

     "Then I'll open the bus door at the next stop and push you out as you
are now."

     I really had no choice so I nodded my head and said,

     "Flip the coin."

     I watched as the coin flung up into the air, then watched it fall and
bounce on the floor of the bus a few times and finally lay still with tails
showing. The driver looked at me and said,

     "Time for that butt of yours to learn a lesson boy."

     "Wait, can't we go double or nothing?"

     "Kid, you got nothing left to bet that I would want, and I gotta get
this bus moving soon, so, time to learn a lesson."

     This was not going the way I wanted and I felt my face go beet red as
the driver took two steps forward, his eyes taking in my fully naked body
and very hard cock. With my hands bound there was no way I could cover up
or even think about trying to get away and I felt my face redden even more
as the driver said,
 
     "You weren't kidding, you really are naked."

     He then briefly looked at my cock and told me,

     "Looks like you're a little excited."

     My humiliation was almost complete as I realised that through all the
talking this situation was turning me on, no matter how much I tried I
could not make my cock soften.

     "Well you naughty boy, time for you to learn a good lesson."

     When I heard him say naughty and boy, something deep inside of me
wanted to protest, but something even deeper wanted to hear him talk to me
like that some more so I said,

     "C'mon, I'm too old to get spanked."

     "Boys are never too old to get spanked, especially very bad ones like
you."

     I watched as he sat down on the seat beside mine, then he reached over
and grabbed my shoulder and easily pulled me to a standing positon in front
of him.

     "From the way you have been acting, you've needed this for a very long
time."

     A second later I was over his knee, my face almost on the floor of the
bus, my feet dangling and I realised that with my hands bound, I could not
move at all. He wasted no time as his hand smacked against my right butt
cheek, hard, much harder than I thought and the pain it produced was more
than I had imagined. His hand then hit my left butt cheek, even harder and
seconds later he was covering my butt with fast hard spanks. I wanted to
get away, but something much deeper in me not only wanted to be here, but
needed to be here as his spanking got faster and harder, the noise echoing
in the bus as I felt the first tears start to fall down my cheeks. A couple
minutes later tears were sreaming down my cheeks and from somewhere inside
me I called out,

     "I'm sorry, I'll be good, I promise."

     His spanking continued as he told me,

     "I bet you are sorry, but not as sorry as you're gonna be. You've been
a very bad boy and you are going to learn what happens to bad boys like
you."

     His hand started spanking even harder and faster, so much that a
couple of minutes later I started sobbing and a minute after that I was
crying out loud like a little kid. Through my crying I called out,

     "I'll be good, I promise, I'll be a good boy!"

     Just as I was sure I would not be able to take anymore, he delivered
several of the fastest and hardest spanks, causing me to cry out, then just
like that he stopped. As I lay across his lap crying I suddenly realised
that my cock was still hard and wondered why, but a few minutes later he
stood me up and said,

     "I hope that taught you a lesson, but I have a feeling you are going
to need many more lessons."

     I stood there in front of him, my cock standing almost straight up it
was so hard, my face as red as my spanked butt and again deep inside I
wanted more, I wanted him to humiliate me even more. He looked at me and
said,

     "Well, I gotta get this bus moving and since we are going to be
getting farther away from Harry's place, I think you should get off here."

     He started walking me to the front of the bus, then to my horror he
opened the door and started pushing me down the steps to get out.

     "Wait, you can't send me out like this, I'm naked."

     "Boy, that sounded like an order."

     "No, pease Sir, I'm sorry, Please, pease don't send me out like this,
pleaae."

     "That's better, okay let me see what I got in the lost and found box."

     He left me standing naked and my hands bound as he rummaged through a
box, then came back holding a bright pink colored speedo.

     "You can take these if you want, been here a long time."

     I was about to protest, but I was scared he would put me out naked so
I said,

     "Yes, I'll take them, thank you Sir."

     I was sure he would untie me but instead he knelt down and after
prompting me I raised my feet one at a time so he could get the speedo on,
then he pulled it up my legs. As he raised it I realised how small and
tight it was, it was easily two sizes too small for me so it took him a
while to maneuver my cock into it. It would have been quicker but he was
taking great care to make sure his hands did not touch my cock or balls and
when it was finally on I looked down and saw that it was so tight anyone
seeing me would be able to make out everything. It was so small I could
feel that the top third of my butt cheeks were not even coeverd by the
material. He then said,

     "Nice to meet you kid, Harry lives down that road, you can't miss it,
it's the only house there is."

     I wanted to ask him to untie my hands, but the look on his face told
me it would not help, so I reluctantly started walking down the steps of
the bus. As me feet hit the last one he called out,

     "That speedo is perfect, I can see almost half of your butt cheeks and
the red on them really goes with the pink. And by the way, this stop might
look empty now, but look to your right."

     I then took the last step onto the ground and heard him drive away and
as I did I looked to my right and to my horror saw a group of at least 10
women walking right towards me.



I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Thank you all for the response to the
first chapter, it was overwheling. Comments and suggestions are always
welcome.