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"while hugging him, she secretly and boldly grabbed and pinched his bare buttocks with both hands. Poor Julian couldn't defend himself."

I love when this happend. When women hugs naked men and they take the opportunity to play with his buttcheeks. Either squeeze or gently slap them. Or rest thier hands on his butt and fondling him and simultaneously talking to someon lese. It brings nice touch to the story. Embarrassment for the guy and the story Isn't focused just on his penis. Shame that writers didn't use this more.

6. At the Cafébar

Julian and his three “friends” arrived at the café-bar, which was quite crowded. They had to search until they found a free table. Julian was, of course, greeted with delight — especially by the women — because of his revealing attire. Few were surprised, as most had seen his embarrassing security check. Since the women present were keen for Julian to stay at the café, they were quickly offered four seats at a table. Lilly ordered four cappuccinos from the waitress, which were brought to them quite quickly despite the large crowd.

While the three friends chatted animatedly, Julian remained very quiet because the situation still made him very uncomfortable. Although he now had a loincloth with his scarf, he was still considerably more exposed than everyone else at the airport. He hunched over his chair, trying not to draw attention to himself. Even though Theresa, Desirée, and Lilly didn't bother him with questions, they still knew how to further humiliate him.
Lilly, who was sitting directly opposite him, slipped off her flip-flops and casually placed her right foot between his legs on the edge of his chair. She could reach the head of his dick with her big toe and played with it a little. Julian's penis began to grow again. He pulled his legs together and sat all the way back in his chair. Lilly, however, had no intention of stopping. Instead, she added her other foot, forced both feet into Julian's lap, and began to stroke his erect penis.
"Please!" Julian whispered, "Could you stop? I'm embarrassed."
"Oh," Lilly replied, "I thought your revealing appearance was meant to suggest that you enjoyed the stimulation. But if you don't want me to, of course I'll stop." With that, Lilly stopped playing with his penis. However, she made no move to remove her feet. She left them on his chair, keeping his cock erect, and continued her animated conversation with her friends. Julian, who was by now quite intimidated, didn't dare to say anything more.

After ten minutes, when they were about halfway through their cappuccinos, Theresa suddenly glanced at their departure gate. “Oh no, we have priority boarding and it’s already started!” she exclaimed in surprise. “Lilly and Desirée, come quickly. Julian, you pay, please.” With that, she leapt from her chair and rushed towards the boarding counter. Lilly put on her shoes and followed her. Desirée also quickly stood up, but turned back to the half-naked Julian. She grabbed her scarf, ripped it off Julian’s hips with the words “This is mine!” and ran after her two friends.

Julia, who had jumped up in surprise, stared after the three of them in disbelief. Only after a few moments did he realize that he was standing completely naked and with an erection in the middle of a café. He quickly covered himself and was about to flee the café when the waitress grabbed his arm and called out angrily, “You’re not going to leave without paying, are you?”
“I don’t have any money on me,” Julian said hopelessly.
“It seems you don’t have any either. Unless you’ve got a credit card hidden up your ass.” How did you intend to pay, or did you not want to pay from the start? Four cappuccinos, that’ll be €19.20.”
“My money’s at security check. I’ll go to get it and then I can pay.”
“You’re not going anywhere! I can’t even keep a deposit to make sure you come back. How many people do you think have tried to get out of paying like this?”
“But I don’t have anything to give you.” Julian was despairing of his situation, especially since boarding was now being called not only for Theresa but for him as well.

“You look quite presentable. Perhaps one of the ladies present will buy you a cappuccino. Why don’t you ask?” And the waitress took matters into her own hands: “Who would pick up the tab for this naked Adonis?” The women didn't seem reluctant, but none of them agreed to pay. The waitress, trying to entice them, added: "If you give us two euros, you can touch him anywhere." Julian tried to protest, but immediately six women had slipped the money to the waitress, and twelve hands were exploring his body: his penis, his balls, his buttocks, his chest — he was being groped everywhere. It seemed as if the women hadn't touched a man for years. To further boost business, the waitress called out, "I've got some whipped cream here." Anyone who wanted to lick cream off the guy could do so for €1. Directly after she said so, she began spraying him from head to cock and toe with cream. But only four women dared to lick him.

“Now he only needs €4 more. What more does he have to do to get someone to cover the cost?” the waitress chimed in. A middle-aged businesswoman sitting at the next table put her cake plate, which held a half-eaten slice of Black Forest cherry cake, on the floor and said, amused, “If he licks this off the plate like a dog on all fours, I’ll give him €4.” Julian didn’t know what was happening. He was wrestled to the ground—just as he was, completely covered in whipped cream — by the combined power of the women, and his face was pressed into the cake. To end this humiliation as quickly as possible, he submitted and began to eat the cake on all fours. The businesswoman took her cake fork and approached Julian. With the words, “As a dog, you naturally need a tail!” she forcibly shoved the handle of the fork into his anus. Julian jumped up, but the women holding him down forced him to continue eating. “Wave your tail!” the waitress commented on the additional humiliation. After Julian had licked the cake off the plate, the waitress pulled the fork out of his anus again, kicked him hard in the balls from behind, and shouted, “There, the debt is paid! Now get out of here and don’t show your face around here again!”

Julian yelped and jumped back to his feet. And because he still wanted to catch his flight, he paid no more attention to his humiliators but ran quickly to his gate.

His flight is not going to be any less humiliating it seems.

7. The Boarding

When Julian breathless arrived at the gate, all the passengers had already boarded.
That's when he realized his predicament. He had nothing with him - no ticket, no luggage, and of course, no clothes. He covered his privates with his hands and looked helplessly toward the security area. Lena came hurrying over from there.
"Where have you been?" she exclaimed, agitated. "You were supposed to be waiting here in the cordoned-off area. We finished checking your belongings ten minutes ago. But I couldn't give them to you because you weren't here."
She continued: "I packed all your things in your gym bag, and I checked it in as luggage. You can go to boarding now. The flight attendants have your documents."
"Have a good flight," she added, while amusedly taking in his naked body from head to toe. Then she simply turned and walked back to her desk.

Julian turned back to the boarding counter. Melanie Zimmer from the ground staff was already there, greeting him with a grin. “Good afternoon, Mr. Meyer. Ms. Berger has already given me your documents. I have your boarding pass and your ID here. So you can go through. Please hurry, the bus is waiting.” With these words, she pressed the documents into his hands, which he was still using to cover his penis.
Then she firmly grasped his shoulders and pushed him out the door into the open air, where a bus packed with passengers was already waiting. Led by Melanie, Julian stumbled barefoot across the asphalt. When they reached the bus, Melanie, looking at the cream still covering his body, said, “Well, I can hardly let you board looking so dirty.” She took his ticket and quickly called over two ground crew members with a water tanker, who sprayed him from head to toe with cold water from their vehicle. The passengers on the bus were treated to this little show before takeoff.

Melanie then pressed Julian's ticket back into his hand - a naked, shivering, and dripping wet mess - and simply pushed him among the other passengers standing on the bus.
As he did so, his upper body bumped into an elegantly dressed woman, who immediately began to scold him. "It's outrageous to walk around like this and bother the other passengers. Don't get me wet, and watch where you put your dirty penis! I don't want you to touch me."
Intimidated, Julian pressed himself into a corner of the bus. The other passengers didn't want to get wet either, so they held him at a distance with their hands. His naked body was being touched by hands everywhere, and he could barely move.
As soon as the bus started moving, he felt one hand begin to explore his back. Because he was held by so many hands, he couldn't get away from it. And he couldn't see to which person the hand belonged to.
The hand cautiously traced down his back, approaching his buttocks, which it pleasurably caressed. But the tour wasn't to end there; the hand ventured further. It forced itself between his legs, grasped his testicles, and pulled them to the other side of his legs. Before the hand could explore any further, the bus arrived at the plane. The doors opened, and the outflowing passengers carried Julian out as well.
There he stood, having to check his ticket to see where he was going.
Seat 27E was printed on it, and with that, he made his way to the rear of the plane. He waited until he could be the last one up the stairs, because he didn't want to expose his bare bottom to any more people.

Now his journey could begin, but in a way completely different from what he had imagined.

He better hope it's direct flight and there aren't any transfers.

Wow hot story and really humiliating situation for Julian would be hot seeing him in that situation

8. A (small, naked) snake on the plane

When Julian boarded, the both female flight attendants greeted him with smug grins on their faces. “You don’t need to show us your boarding pass; we already know where you’re sitting.”
“Do you happen to have my luggage?” Julian asked hopefully. “No, it was checked in. You’ll get it at the baggage carousel in Pisa.” “But could you at least give me a blanket?” Julian tried to lighten the awkward situation a little during the flight. “With Ryanair, that costs extra. You can buy a blanket for €8, payable only by credit card.” “I have a credit card, but it’s in my luggage—can I pay later?” A glimmer of hope arose, but was immediately dashed by the flight attendant: “No, you have to pay right now, otherwise we can’t give it to you.” “But surely you have those gold emergency blankets for emergencies,” Julian had a new idea. “Yes, we do, and they’re meant for emergencies. But in a normally air-conditioned plane, there’s no emergency, even if you’re as lightly dressed as you are! May I ask you to get your seat now? We’ll be taking off soon.” With these words, she led Julian to his seat.

Luckily, the plane only had 30 rows, so he only had to walk past three rows of seats. However, a woman sitting in row 29 by the aisle seized the opportunity right away and gave Julian a hard pinch on the butt as he walked past. He yelped and turned around angrily to face the woman. “How dare you!” he snapped at the woman. But the flight attendant immediately intervened: “Please refrain from insulting our guests.” “But she pinched my butt,” Julian justified his reaction. “Well, if you’re going to walk around here acting so provocatively, you shouldn’t be surprised!” the flight attendant dismissed his complaint and instructed him to take his seat two rows ahead.
As seat number 27E suggested, he had a middle seat. And, of course, both seats next to him were occupied by women. The woman by the aisle looked to be in her mid-40s, the woman by the window closer to 70.
He actually wanted to wait for the woman by the aisle to get up to let him inside the row, but she made no move and the flight attendant was urging because they had to start. So he squeezed past her to his seat. Polite as he was accustomed to being, he didn’t turn his backside toward her, but rather his front, while making an effort to cover his cock as best he could. Embarrassed, he could sense the woman’s greedy gaze on his covered cock.
As soon as he sat down, the flight attendant snapped at him again: “Now please fasten your seatbelt; otherwise we can’t take off.” Julian quickly buckled up and folded his hands in his lap to keep covering his nakedness. “Now take your hands away; after all, we have to check that you’re buckled up.” The flight attendant yelled at him again. And she continued: “I don’t think this is going to work with you. I think we’ll tape your hands down—that’ll give us fewer problems!” With that, she pulled out some packing tape and taped Julian’s arms to the armrests, asking his seatmates for help. When Julian complained loudly, she promptly taped his mouth shut with another strip of tape. So Julian was now sitting in the plane: tied up, gagged, and, above all, naked. “Well, now we’ve finally got him under control,” the flight attendant said with a smile to Julian’s seatmates, “now we can finally take off.” “But my armrest is taken now,” the 40-year-old remarked. “You’ll find a place to rest your arm,” the flight attendant replied before hurrying to the service area to inform the crew that they could finally take off.
The woman sitting next to him didn’t need to be told twice; she placed her hand directly on Julian’s cock, which he couldn’t defend against because of his restraints. Without looking at him, she began to play with it. He quickly started to respond. And Julian started to get an erection. Just like the plane, his cock took off and stood up straight. And since he’d already been stimulated several times that morning, Julian came pretty quickly. His cum shot out of his cock and hit the seatback in front of him. A little bit also dripped onto the hand of the woman sitting next to him, who smeared it onto his chest in disgust. Then she called out to the flight attendant: “The naked man here has ejaculated. Can you please clean up this mess?” Half the plane had heard these words and turned to look at Julian, who was extremely embarrassed. The flight attendant hurried over and wiped down the seat behind him and Julian’s penis with a paper napkin. “There are passengers who are nothing but trouble. Luckily we tied him up; otherwise he might have caused a scene,” she muttered irritably.
Fortunately, the flight to Pisa didn't take very long. The plane was already beginning its descent, and once they were safely back on the ground, Julian hoped that his ordeal here would soon come to an end as well.

I just loooooooooooooooooove this story! Hope to read much more chapters soon

Here is the next part. Please tell me when I take the wrong words, because I'm German (I think you will know it because of the chosen words ) and I use a translator.

9 Baggage Claim with Obstacles

As soon as the plane landed, the usual hustle and bustle began.
Even though the plane had to reach its parking position before everyone could disembark, everyone stood up and took their carry-on luggage out of the overhead bins.
Only Julian couldn’t stand up. He was still tied up and gagged.
The elderly woman sitting next to him by the window tried to squeeze past him, which of course involved physical contact. It seemed that she even deliberately let herself fall onto him, grabbing his cock with gusto and then grumbling something about the rude young people who have no manners.
Until the plane reached its parking position, the people waiting in the aisle could pass the time by gazing at Julian’s naked, well-toned, and - above all - bound, youthful body. As the crowd slowly began moving toward the exit, quite a few women took the opportunity to snap a photo of this naked hunk; some even took advantage of the situation further and touched his six-pack or his cock as they passed by.
The plane emptied, and Julian was left behind, still tied up. After the last passenger had left the plane, the flight attendants returned from the exits and did a final check of the passenger cabin. When a flight attendant spotted Julian, she called out angrily, “What are you still doing here? Hurry up now! The shuttle bus is leaving!” With those words, she ripped the tape off his arms, freeing him from his predicament. Without removing the tape from his mouth, she shoved him hard toward the exit and gave him a hard kick in the butt. Julian staggered toward the exit.

As he descended the airplane stairs - constantly trying to cover his nakedness - he also freed his mouth from the tape. Once he reached the bottom, he was surrounded by the ground staff. They were surprised that another passenger was now coming out of the plane. And of course, they were especially surprised that he was completely naked - this was a particularly delightful surprise for the female staff members. Nevertheless, they now had to figure out how to get Julian to the terminal’s arrivals area, because for security reasons he wasn’t allowed to walk, even though it was barely 100 meters.
A woman from the team said she could give him a ride since she was heading that way anyway. She was there on a scooter and told Julian to hop on the back. Since he was naked, Julian would have preferred a man to drive him, and he would have preferred a car as well. But so he climbed onto the woman’s scooter. Since he had to hold on to her, his penis pressed against her back. She commented on this, saying he should be careful not to come right now, and then they were off. In less than a minute, they had arrived at their destination, and Julian was allowed to make his way to the baggage carousel. He tried to avoid the leering glances, but he only succeeded to a limited extent.

When he reached the baggage carousel, he had to squeeze his way through the crowd of passengers just to catch a glimpse of the conveyor belt. Some of the luggage from their flight was already making its rounds on the belt.
“Hopefully my bag is among the first ones,” Julian thought to himself, when he saw a single scrap of fabric pass by on the conveyor belt. His bag - which was really just a gym bag - wasn’t actually meant to be checked in. It had probably opened during the rough loading and unloading, and his belongings had scattered across the conveyor belt.
Despite his nakedness, Julian pushed his way through the amused crowd to the front to gather his belongings. He grabbed the shirt and the bag, then noticed that others were also helping themselves to his things on the conveyor belt. A group of young women had snatched his shoes and started playing soccer with them.
At the same time, he noticed a young man who snatched his smartphone and quickly headed for the exit. Julian tried to follow him, but couldn’t break free from the crowd fast enough. By the time he’d finally fought his way out, the man was nowhere to be seen. He could write off the smartphone, so now it was a matter of salvaging whatever he could from the rest.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his wallet being thrown into the trash can. “Hopefully my ID is still in there,” Julian thought, and sprinted over. Even if he couldn’t catch the thief, maybe he could at least salvage some of the contents. He pulled out the wallet and noticed it had been pretty much emptied. The cash was completely gone, as were his bank and credit cards. At least his ID was still inside; otherwise, things would have gotten pretty difficult.
He then ran over to the group of young women who had taken possession of his shoes. When he arrived, they started tossing it back and forth, and Julian had to try to catch it. “Please,” he pleaded, “I still need to gather up my other things.” One of the girls replied, “If we can take a picture with you right now, we’ll help you gather them up.”
Julian, seeing no other way out, agreed. The women immediately stopped tossing the shoes around. They ran to the baggage carousel to help him gather his things. Pleased to have so many helping hands, Julian waited until they returned.

However, they were only able to find a shirt, a pair of pants, both pairs of socks, and his keys. So, in addition to the smartphone and the money, a pair of pants and the charger had also found new owners. In return, the women brought two more women with them. They had noticed that the young women were taking a picture with Julian and wanted a reward as well, since they had also rescued an item of his clothing from the baggage carousel. Julian just let it all happen.
The group of women, of course, wanted to arrange the shoes in a special way and required that they be allowed to tie the shoes with the laces to his testicles. Since Julian didn’t care about anything anymore, he let them do how they wanted. They tied his balls off and jerked him off. Then they lined up for a group photo, with Julian in the middle.
After the photo had been taken and sent to all the group members, it was the two women's turn. They left the shoes right where they were. The women stood next to Julian. One pinched his butt hard, the other jerked him off so he had a nice boner for the picture. “Smile, please!” called the woman taking the picture. Julian smiled painfully at the camera. A whole series of pictures was taken. Then the women let go of him and made their way.

Julian had to free his scrotum from his shoes by himself. Only then he could finally get dressed again. He gathered his decimated belongings and headed for the exit. There he asked whether he was entitled to compensation, given that checked luggage had gone missing. However, since his bag was intact - and he himself was responsible for the fact that it hadn't been properly closed - the airline refused to pay any compensation. At least he was allowed to make a call to his bank to cancel his cards. Then he passed through the security barrier into the public area of ​​the airport.
Even though it had been a flight of great loss, his ordeal was finally over. Now he was looking forward to meeting his new colleagues - though it remained to be seen how long that joy would last.

10. The Pickup Service

As Julian stepped through the exit, he looked around for Susan’s aunt - the one who was supposed to pick him up. Unfortunately, Susan hadn't mentioned what she looked like. Julian hoped that her aunt would somehow make herself known.
He quickly spotted a sign with his name written on it. The woman holding the sign looked a bit peculiar. Her age was hard to estimate - somewhere between fifty and seventy. She looked as if she had come straight from the fields. She was wearing dirty denim overalls and a red-and-white checkered shirt. On her head, she wore a straw hat, and on her feet, rubber boots. Susan had mentioned something about a farmhouse, but Julian hadn't expected that actual farming was still being practiced there. As Julian approached the woman, he noticed a pungent odor. Apparently, it was a livestock farm, and the woman smelled strongly of the animals she tended to.

Julian tried not to let his reaction show. He stepped up to the woman and politely introduced himself: "Good afternoon, I’m Julian. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Katrin told me that her aunt would be coming to pick me up. I assume that would be you." He extended his hand toward the woman.
But she had no intention of shaking it. "Why couldn't you come with the others?" she grumbled. "I’m completely out of time, and I had to make this detour just because of you. Hurry up - I’ve got to get going." With those words, she turned around and strode quickly out of the airport. Julian hurried to follow her.

Without saying anything, she trudged across the parking lot. When Julian realized the destination they were heading toward, he thought he must be dreaming - but it was more of a nightmare.
He was just thinking: "Surely she didn't come to pick me up in a tractor?!" when the woman - whose name he still didn't know - was already climbing aboard the tractor standing right in the middle of the lot.
"Hop on the back; you’re not allowed to sit up here in the front," she barked at Julian.
A trailer was hitched behind the tractor - both were just as filthy as the woman herself. And, as Julian could plainly see, inside the trailer was a herd of pigs.
"Um... where exactly am I supposed to go?" Julian asked hesitantly. "In the trailer, with the pigs! Come on, get a move on - I don't have all day!"
"But I can't do that! I’ll get filthy!" Julian hoped against hope that this was all just a joke. "Well, piglet to piglets." The woman let out a coarse laugh. "Either you get in, or I’m driving off without you."
Since Julian didn't want to get stress with his hosts right away, he climbed onto the trailer and clambered over the railing. Now he stood right in the midst of the pigs, who greeted him with a chorus of grunts. The floor was strewn with dirt and pig manure. Julian recalled how he had always been told that pigs were clean animals. He certainly couldn't see any evidence of that here. Everything was filthy, and the stench was absolutely foul.

"Sit down!" the woman called out. "You can't ride standing up - you'll fall." Julian, unable to imagine sitting down amidst the pigs, quickly replied, "I'd rather stay standing and hold on tight." "Suit yourself," the woman shrugged. Then she grabbed a bucket sitting behind the driver's seat. It was brimming with kitchen scraps. Without warning, she wound up and, with a vigorous swing, dumped the contents over into the trailer. "Just so the pigs have something to keep them busy during the ride!" she called out. Then she settled into the driver's seat and started the tractor without sparing Julian another glance.
Julian was showered with the entire contents of the bucket: potato peels, eggshells, wilted lettuce leaves, and rotting vegetables. Naturally, liquid had already seeped out of the waste, forming a slurry that smelled distinctly like a compost heap. Now, the whole mess was dripping down Julian. The pigs realized there was food and swarmed toward Julian. Their jostling, combined with the tractor's abrupt start, caused Julian to lose his balance. He tumbled onto the trailer, landing right in the middle of the pigs, which immediately began devouring the food clinging to him. Julian struggled to at least sit back up and remained seated amidst the pigs - after all, he was thoroughly covered in filth by now anyway.

Although the tractor wasn't particularly fast, the journey came to a surprisingly quick end, as the farm was located close to the airport. Yet those twenty-five minutes of driving were more than enough time for the pigs to lick Julian clean from every side.
Upon their arrival, the woman told Julian to climb out of the trailer. Then she herded the pigs off the vehicle and penned them up in an enclosure. "Right then," she called out, "now we can go have a coffee."