Nothing But The News- Part 1

I'm realizing how much I can milk this now, so make sure to leave comments after you read the first official installment in this series to let me know how much more you want to see from Steve and the crew. You can also check out the previous publication about that weatherman that really put me on the (weather) map. For VIP readers, check out the linked video on Discord that started it all. I had a friend send it over to me for inspiration, and neither one of us knew what a big deal that would be for me. Hope you like it!

“Good evening, everyone, and welcome to Nothing but the News. My name is Steve Connolly, and for many viewers at home, you may recognize me as a sports reporter for this very channel.”

I had tried desperately to get Mike to ditch this intro, but he was insistent. I wasn’t going to be able to use a fake name, and I wasn’t going to be able to pretend like I hadn’t been working here for years. He had a bullshit excuse about how it made this whole venture seem more legitimate, but we both knew why he was doing it. He wanted to make sure that everything happening tonight would tie back to that video of me that ended up online to up the ratings. People had already seen me naked in a blurry video, and he wanted to give them more if they would pay for it.

“In this live, online weekly program, I’ll be profiling some of the largest news stories and stripping them down to make them easier to understand. We’ll also be talking about the weather around the local area, sports from the whole country, and as this continues, we’ll hopefully have correspondents join us to spice things up. But tonight, I’m just excited to get things started.”

Turning to my second camera, I saw Mike standing there in the shadows, just barely in view. His ass was on the line as well with this show, but at least his would stay covered the whole time.

As I started reading, I could feel sweat dampening my collar, and right as I noticed how uncomfortable it was, a small green light turned on for one second beside my teleprompter. That was my first cue.

“It really sounds like this is an issue that we’re going to need to see a little bit closer in next week’s show as we strip away the layers surrounding it.”

For weeks, Mike had been trying to find the exact right way to do this as if it really mattered. He’d been scouring the internet for archival footage of the Canadian news show that we were basically copying, and he’d also been looking at what happened to that Chicago weatherman a few years ago. He’d been exposed right there in front of his weather map, and a few copycat incidents occurred in the coming months.

Now, it was my turn.

Just like I’d been practicing in the mirror (in my new office), I began pulling at my tie and the buttons on my shirt without making a single expression on my face.

“Now, tariffs are still going up on various countries around the world, so clothing prices will be affected as new shipments arrive here.”

My tanned chest contrasted with the crisp white fabric of my shirt as more and more of it was revealed. With my baby blue tie still hanging loosely from my neck, I eased out of my jacket and pushed the shirt onto the floor to join it.

Dylan (the actual Dylan and not the intern that I had been calling the wrong name this whole time) was sitting below my desk, carefully grabbing each item to stow away in one of the cubbies behind him.

“Moving onto sports, the Savannah Bananas continue to dominate Tik Tok, but are they dominating the field in the same fashion?”

Standing up, I made sure to directly face my camera so I wouldn’t show off the wires from my mic pack that were taped onto my back since I couldn’t have them clipped onto my belt. I walked over to the video screen beside me which was actually just a large green sheet, but for the viewers watching, they would see clips of shirtless, ripped baseball players goofing off behind me. We were wearing similar outfits now, but that wouldn’t last long.

“They’ve done everything from dance-offs at the pitcher’s mound to handstand competitions, so it’s hard to see how they’ll top their own antics next.”

My hands slowly slid into place as the green light blinked on again. That meant that the pants had to go, and I slowly slid my zipper down- not to drag out the anticipation, but because I could barely will my hands to move at all. Once the button was undone, I instantly felt my slacks begin to drop, and soon, I was stepping out of them with the help of Paulo, my number one intern, who helped pull them over my shoes right below the camera.

“We’ll think of some ideas to send their way this week.”

We’d argued long and hard over what underwear I should wear for these broadcasts, and like on every other point, I had lost. My first idea had been boxers, a nice traditional pair, but that had been laughed at. I then tried to bargain for a pair of black boxer briefs, but I only won on the color. Tonight, I was wearing a fitted pair of black briefs with minimal fabric and maximum emphasis on my bulge.

“For our final story of the night, we need to look at the new city council elections and what that means for you.”

Walking back to my desk, I sat down again, trying not to make eye contact with Dylan smirking up at me. He and the other interns had gotten the best deal out of this whole situation- they were seeing me suffer, and they were getting better paychecks out of it. I got a huge raise too as well as my own office, but as I began to pull at my briefs while I continued reading off the teleprompter, I still questioned whether this would be worth it in the long run.

The viewer was supposed to see me struggling as I did this so that they could easily figure out what was happening below the desk, but finally, I pulled the tight briefs down to my knees and let gravity do the rest. Leaning down, I picked up my underwear and nonchalantly placed it on the desk right as I finished the segment.

“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.”

I gave a big news anchor smile, the one I’d been mocking for years, and then the broadcast should have gone to a commercial, but our show still had five more seconds on the air. Dylan had untaped my mic pack during the last segment, and I was ready for my final bow. Standing up behind the news desk which had been made a specific height just for me, I let the viewers see a glimpse of my cock for just a second before I turned and walked off set in nothing but my socks and loafers.

They were treated to a profile view of my ass as I exited, and I knew that the internet was about to blow up again. Most viewers would have assumed that the show would obviously end with me cheekily hinting that I was naked after I laid my underwear on my desk, but I wasn’t going to be that lucky. Not on this show.

“What a fucking way to start this new show, Steve!” Mike was beside me now, slapping me on the back in congratulations while I looked around for the robe that was supposed to be waiting for me. “Viewer numbers are coming in now, and I want to check them out with you in my office.”

“Let me just find my robe first.”

“Do you really need that? Everyone has already seen you naked here, and it’s not like this is going to be a one-time thing.”

He had a smirk on his face and a name tag stating that he outranked me in every way, so I knew that I would be doing whatever he suggested. Still totally naked, I followed him through the double doors that led back to the office full of people that watched us walk towards Mike’s office.