Nothing But The News- Part 5

Here is the penultimate installment in this series, and Steve's exposure has ramped up yet again. Can he hold on to what's left of his dignity, or is his life as he know it totally over? Read this post (one of my longest yet on Patreon) because I just couldn't stop writing once I started...

It felt odd to be on set like this, even though I’m not sure why. I had been getting naked in front of all of these people for the last few weeks, but there had been a build-up for all of those instances. I would arrive in a full suit before crossing into my domain behind the desk. Now, things were happening out of order. This wasn’t how things were supposed to happen.

As I made my way through the cameramen that now knew me better than some of my ex-boyfriends, I made sure not to make contact with any of them in my present outfit. Instead of my normal wardrobe, I was only wearing four items of clothing. Earlier tonight, that hadn’t sounded like an insignificant amount when Bill told me what I’d be wearing, but it was a different story once I stepped out of my office. I was only wearing my loafers, a pair of sheer socks pulled up over my calves, a pair of white bikini briefs, and my tie. That was it.

Already standing in the studio was John who was fully dressed and talking so casually with some of the guys that I could barely make eye contact with tonight. His suit fit him like a dream, and he had a few buttons undone to really make sure that people could see his collar. I’d stammered a few questions at him in the hallway about him and A, and he answered them all so earnestly with love in his eyes. They were married now, and he’d shown me the leather suits that they’d worn at the small, private ceremony.

But now, he was all business… whatever that business was that we’d found ourselves in under the lights.

“Places everyone, we’re starting soon!”

That came from Mike, and it felt silly now that I had somehow confused his and Bill’s voices earlier. I couldn’t make eye contact with either of them as they stood on opposite corners of the set, and I wondered how much they’d talked about this stunt. Had Bill roped Mike into this, or had he eagerly jumped at the suggestion? I wanted to know, but I hadn’t been able to talk with my boss tonight.

“Five, four, three…”

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Nothing but the News. My name is Steve Connolly, and tonight, we’re going to be doing things a little bit differently.”

“I think that’s an understatement, Steve.”

The camera panned over to John, and he stood there for a second, staring at the lens to let the viewers at home to process who he was. Once that realization set in, he started doing his weather report. It had been a minute since he’d been on camera since he’d switched over to a meteorology desk job a while back. He was a professional though, and I watched him completely at ease even knowing what he’d be doing next.

“Now Steve, I have been meaning to ask, but is that my tie?”

The teleprompter was telling me to try and blush as I responded as if I hadn’t been doing that every broadcast for weeks.

“Well John, I can’t pretend that I hadn’t been admiring it backstage, so I thought I’d wear it tonight.”

“What about the rest of your suit?”

“I was running short on time tonight, so I had to come out here like this.”

The teleprompter was asking me to stand up now and walk over to John, but that command took a bit more effort. As Bill stared daggers at me, I got out of my chair and let my bulge show above my desk.

“Well Steve, do you want to borrow my suit?”

If we filmed in front of a live studio audience, this would be the moment where the applause signs lit up, but it was quiet as I answered.

“You knew exactly what I was thinking.”

As John smiled and started getting into action, I saw the bravado that I had been trying to mimic each broadcast. He was completely at ease and playing to the camera as he unbuttoned his shirt. In addition to his hairy chest, he had a leather harness hiding underneath that fabric that was tightly buckled under those glorious pecs of his. He was even hotter now than he had been years ago when he was first on tv, and that confident exuding from him was certainly contributing.

As he threw the shirt and coat over to me, I carefully laid them on the desk, blushing as I realized that I’d instinctively brought the fabric up to my nose to breath in his scent first.

He was kicking off his shoes now before letting his slacks fall to the floor.

“Get those for me.”

I was milliseconds away from answering “yes, sir,” but I shut my mouth again as I bent down to pick up his pants. I was dangerously close to his leather jockstrapped bulge, and I wanted him. Wanted to have his arms around me as A told us what to do.

Fuck, I need to calm down.

“I guess I’m glad that I can get dressed now before I start getting into tonight’s stories.”

John pressed his hand to his earpiece, pretending like he was getting an update, but I already knew what he was about to say since I could see it on the teleprompter.

“So sorry Steve, but we’re running short on time, so you’ll need to do the report immediately. I got undressed for nothing.”

“I think our viewers at home will disagree with that last statement.”

We both did our news anchor laugh, but even his seemed more genuine than mine. He was still so at ease, and I wanted that confidence. Over the past few weeks of seeing recordings of me naked online, I realized that I was okay with people seeing me, but I just couldn’t get my body to cooperate. I wanted to feel in charge of this situation, but I always seemed one step behind the men telling me what to do.

As I read the first story of the night, standing there in just my tie and briefs, I still wasn’t the one leading the show as John moved behind me and off to my left. He was leaning on my desk now off camera, playing with his bulge to firm himself up and show off to his husband. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, and even though I tried to ignore him, that was an insurmountable task.

“Citizens are saying that that might be the last straw for them. In other news, Caitlyn Clark’s injury is forcing her to the bench for at least two weeks, and she’ll finally get to relax for once after an impressive streak of consecutive games played without a single miss.” Pulling on the knot of my tie, I tried to give a sultrier look at the camera. “Maybe I should relax a bit myself?”

“I think that is a true statement- maybe we should both get more comfortable.”

John was back beside me again, and in a breathy voice, he told me exactly which buckles to undo on his harness.

“There’s a good boy- now, lift it over my head.”

I was firming up now, and I knew that there would be no stopping what was about to happen. Lifting the harness off of his tall frame, I stepped behind him and hooked both of my thumbs into the waistband of his jockstrap as he took over for me.

“The stock market is seeing continued losses nationwide, and economists are wondering how far they’ll continue to drop.” I pulled his underwear down a bit, just low enough for the top of his bush to appear. “A plummet could be on the horizon, but I can think of one that I know you would rather experience at home.”

Placing his hands behind his head, John allowed me to fully strip him, and his cock was now back on the news. I’m not sure how much it took to convince him to do this, but it had been worth it.

Again, he just stood there letting everyone in the studio and at home experience this, and then he was back to business again.

“Now, it’s your turn, Steve.”

He was behind me now, and his hands slowly made their way up the sides of my chest before tracing a path up to my tie. He began undoing the knot as I tried my best to talk, but I was a bit overwhelmed. The encounter earlier where I thought Mike was sucking me off had started getting me worked up, and this wasn’t helping.

He pulled the tie a bit too tight before letting it fall to the ground, and I felt myself suck in air as my cock pulsed again in my thin, borrowed briefs. This was almost too much, and it wasn’t over yet.

“Downtown, we’re getting reports that a water main break has occurred, but a crew is on scene now getting it fixed. I hope they can work fast, or else it will be a wet night for those pedestrians.”

As I said this, I cursed our script supervisor for adding that line as if he was the one who’d manifested what was happening underneath these briefs.

John let me continue reading off the last story of the night as he slowly got down on his knees behind me. Just like I’d done to him, he worked his hands underneath my waistband and began easing them down, but there would be a difference between the two situations. Many in fact.

He seemed nonchalant about getting naked, while I was almost shaking as I stood there. He had fluffed himself up a bit for fun, but I was going to be exposed completely erect once again. And the last difference was that I was leaking precum enough for one glistening drop to catch the studio lights once my briefs finally fell to the ground.

“That’s the end of our show tonight, but we hope to see you again next week as I present nothing but the news to you. Good night, everybody.”

John stepped around beside me, wrapping one thick arm over my shoulders, and I had to tense up to keep myself from shooting my load on air from the slightest contact. Finally, the broadcast ended, and A stepped forward to hug the man wearing nothing but a collar, his boots, and the wedding ring that he’d gotten him.

After their embrace, A leaned over to me and whispered something in my ear that finally broke the dam open. Without knowing what to do, I turned around and tried to get behind my desk, but everyone could see the evidence that I was leaving on the ground. I was coming hands-free, and all of my coworkers were seeing me break down the last barrier that I had as my breath sputtered out of me as I tried to take control of myself. My spent cock was wet with my own load, and it was too sensitive for me to even cover anything.

Mike tried to come over and help, but I couldn’t talk to him now. Turning away, I ran out of the studio for the last time like this.