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Jordan had composed himself after his sexual experience with his new boss, Steven. It was now time for him to lead him to his first appointment with the fashion design department. Even though Steven had presented himself to the entire staff in the auditorium, this was his first foray through the halls in his underwear. He was a little nervous and more than a little excited. He didn’t have much time to stop and meet people, but he waved and smiled as he went past them. A few people came up to him to say hello, and their hands found their way to his chest, arms, shoulder, or ass. He finally made it to his destination, and hoped that his movement through the office would be easier when his novelty wore off.

He met the lead fashion designer, who was obviously gay. The rest of the department craned their necks to get a view of the hunk in his boxer briefs. The designer, Marcus, told him that they were going to measure him so they could tailor make him a wardrobe. They went to a corner of the department, followed by Marcus’ assistant who had her clipboard ready to record his measurements. Steven told Jordan to go back to his office and get settled into his job.

Marcus was getting detailed measurements of Steven’s body, and the assistant was dutifully recording every inch. He started with Steven’s neck, then measured his chest, arm length, biceps, and torso length. His fingers would linger on Steven’s skin as he took the measurements. He was amazed at Steven’s perfectly proportioned measurements, and he got visibly nervous the lower he got on Steven’s body. Marcus had intimate experience with the male body, but being this close to Steven’s perfection was overwhelming. He measured Steven’s perfect waist then dropped to his knees so he could measure his legs. He was staring at the bulge in Steven’s boxer briefs as he shakily brought the tape measure to measure Steven’s thighs. He measured Steven’s outseam first, and then moved to measure his inseam. His hand brushed into Steven’s ball sack and stayed there; Steven didn’t say anything and this eased Marcus’ mind slightly. Steven came up definitely straight on Marcus’ gaydar, and he thought for sure he was going to get slapped when he did that.

He asked Steven to turn around so he could measure his derriere. Steven turned and presented his ass to Marcus. “Um, it would be better without your…” Marcus couldn’t finish the sentence, so Steven dropped his shorts to his knees. His ass was exposed to Marcus and his assistant, and a few other people whose desks were in the vicinity. Marcus measured Steven’s ass in several directions; his hand touching the globes when he could. “Ok.” Steven started to pull up his shorts, “I need to measure your…uh…the front.” He couldn’t get the words out.

Steven turned around and was completely exposed. Marcus let out a gasp, and his assistant dropped her clipboard. “Do you need it hard or soft,” Steven asked in a completely casual tone, as if this were perfectly normal. He didn’t really think such measurements were necessary, but he let them enjoy themselves.

“Uh, both,” Marcus replied, still staring at Steven’s soft cock.

“Well, go ahead. It won’t bite,” Steven joked with a smile that relaxed Marcus. “And I don’t want to have these measurements distributed,” he said to the assistant. She just nodded.

Marcus took Steven’s cock in his hands and started his measurement, length and girth. He also measured Steven’s large ball sack. “Ready for the next….stage,” Marcus said, still unable to say what he was thinking.

“Can you give me a hand with that?”

Marcus swallowed hard and started to stroke Steven’s penis. Steven didn’t really need help getting hard, and Marcus was so involved with Steven’s cock he almost forgot to measure it. He took the measurements he needed (wanted) and announced they were done, forcing himself to release Steven’s cock.

“You going to leave me like this,” Steven asked. Marcus blushed and started stroking Steven again. “You might want to find something to catch my load,” Steven suggested.

Marcus forgot where he was, and how many people were watching. He took Steven’s cock in his mouth and gave the best blow job he knew how. Steven enjoyed the blow job for about 5 minutes, then said, “Here it comes.” He unloaded into Marcus’ mouth and he swallowed every drop. When Steven finished cumming, he helped Marcus to his feet, “Thanks,” he said with a wink.

Marcus turned around, and all the people nearby pretended to be working. Marcus blushed again as Steven pulled his shorts up, ending the show. Steven put his arm around Marcus’ shoulder, “Anything else?”

“What, oh, yea. We have a new computer imaging system that we want to try out on you. It will digitally scan your…body, giving us a perfect image and measurements.”

“Then what was all that about.” “Oh, we haven’t tried the machine yet, and I wanted to be able to compare. Besides, I liked the…hands on approach,” Marcus said, finally smiling. Steven gave him another wink in response.

Marcus led him to the new equipment, which was in the middle of the department. “So you stand in there, and we will get a digital image of your body. And we store that over here.”

“Ok then, let’s go,” Steven said.

“Well, for best results, you should remove your shorts,” Marcus said. After what they had just done, he didn’t think that would be an issue for Steven.

“You want me to get in there and you take pictures of me naked, and they are saved on the computer,” Steven asked, obviously upset.

“Well, yes,” Marcus answered, unsure of Steven’s sudden modesty.

Just then, the president of the company came in to see how things were going. He saw Steven not looking happy and asked what was wrong.

“He wants to take pictures of me nude and save them on the computer,” Steven said, his normal calm and friendly manner were gone. Marcus and the president didn’t seem to understand the problem Steven had. “I don’t want to end up on every computer monitor in the office, or worse on the internet,” Steven explained.

“I understand your concern, and I don’t want that either. I assure you, that won’t happen,” the president said.

“No,” Steven said. “I don’t have a problem getting naked.” To prove his point he completely removed his shorts this time and jumped onto a desk, turning for all to see his naked form. Pencils dropped and snapped, some people fell off their chairs. “Can the pictures be restricted and password protected,” Steven asked as he jumped down from the desk.

“Yes,” Marcus said.

“Great, he will set a password, and won’t tell anyone,” the president offered.

“No. Sorry Marcus, but I don’t know you. You give great head,” Marcus blushed as the president looked at him, “but I need to protect my assets, so to speak. What if I set the password?”

“That won’t work if you’re out of the office,” the president said. Steven wasn’t sure how often they would need access to these pictures, but it seemed reasonable. Steven picked up a phone, dialing his office. He told Jordan to get down there as fast as possible. Jordan must have been practically running, because he got there quickly, to Steven’s relief. Jordan stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Steven was naked again, and in front of everyone, including the president.

Steven went to Jordan and put his arm around his shoulders, his hand grabbed the back of Jordan’s neck and he pulled Jordan in close. “They are going to scan me with that computer. I want you to set a password on the pictures, and you will be in charge of who gets to see them,” Jordan nodded in understanding. “I am trusting you, but if they get out, it’s your ass.” Jordan swallowed hard but said he understood and wouldn’t let Steven down. “Thanks, I owe you,” he said as he let Jordan’s neck go and gave his ass a quick squeeze. “Let’s get this done,” he said and stepped into the machine.

The computer scanned Steven’s body, and Jordan dutifully watched the person running the computer. Jordan set the passwords, then had the operator clear the cache. Jordan was taking his responsibility seriously; he didn’t want to lose his job, or Steven.

When the scanning was complete, the president asked, “Satisfied?”

“Yes, and thanks for your understanding,” Steven answered still naked. “There is one more thing, while we are all here.”

“Anything you need,” the president said, still mesmerized by Steven’s nudity.

“I can’t have Jordan representing me looking like this,” he said, and Jordan was suddenly afraid for his job, even though he was the only one with the passwords. “He needs to be fitted for new clothes too,” Steven finished.

“Marcus, take care of that,” the president said as he turned to leave.

“Yes, sir. When would you like to take care of that,” he asked Jordan.

“Right now,” Steven interrupted. “Jordan, lose the clothes so you can be measured.”

“Here, now?”

“I’m naked, they won’t be looking at you.” Jordan still was not moving. “Do I have to do this for you everytime,” Steven said and removed Jordan’s coat again.

Jordan stopped him from going further, and reluctantly stripped to his underwear. There was a murmur through the crowd as they recognized the underwear he was wearing; Steven had been wearing a similar (the same?) pair earlier.

Marcus began to measure Jordan, though not as detailed as he had measured Steven. Steven made his way around the department, finally introducing himself to the people who had been looking at his naked body this entire time. He hadn’t bothered to put is underwear back on, it seemed kind of pointless.

He took his time with each person, talking to them. Steven was good with names, and was able to remember everyone he met. He would shake their hands, and some would “accidentally” brush his cock as they let go. Men would put their hands on his arms and shoulders. The women put their hands on his chest and stomach as they were talking. When a woman would be so bold to go as low as his stomach, Steven would reward her by moving her hand lower to what she really wanted to feel. As he moved through the department, people saw what was acceptable to Steven, which was almost any kind of touching. He never forced anyone to touch his dick, but he didn’t stop anyone either. When they were touching him, he would continue talking to them as if nothing were happening, and they would answer.

Steven saw that his actions drew the attention away from Jordan. He was a good looking young man, and this would definitely boost his confidence. Jordan was enjoying getting his measurements taken, mostly because Marcus decided to measure his cock as well. Marcus was so good at his craft, he didn’t need a tape measure; he was measuring Jordan’s hard cock with his tongue.

When he had met everyone, Steven went over to Marcus’ assistant. “You have been the best today, thanks for your help,” he said as he gave her a warm embrace. She melted in his arms and her hands found his tight ass. “Come to my office in 15 minutes, if you want,” he whispered in her ear.

Jordan had just finished feeding his cum to Marcus and was getting dressed. Jason found his underwear and put them back on. The two made their way slowly back to Steven’s office, as he had to stop and talk to more people on the way.

A few minutes after they got back to the office, Marcus’ assistant showed up, blushing. Steven gave her a big smile and ushered Jordan out of his office. “I am not to be disturbed,” he ordered as he shut the door.

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