Clone-a-Willy: Part 2

If you want to have any idea what this title is talking about, make sure to read Part 1 first. Then, after you're done reading this one, feel free to leave a comment or send me a DM to let me know if I should keep Steve's adventures going. I originally planned this to be one part, but then I got too excited. Hope you guys have the same reaction- let me know!

“Dude, you have to see this!”

Looking up from my computer, I saw Dylan’s excited face peeking around the corner of my cubicle, and I wanted so desperately to tell him that I was busy, but he could clearly see that I had a game of solitaire pulled up on my computer without anything else work-related on the screen. Sighing, I got up and followed him over to his computer set-up at one of the long tables across the bull pen.

Behind the studio, there was a large open room with three distinct zones. Full-time anchors had actual offices along one wall with doors even though they were basically never in there more than 30 minutes a day. Higher-ups said that was so that they had a place to change when they got there early in the morning, but we could have just built a locker room and saved so much space. I was in one of the cubicles where each reporter had their own little space. Noticeably, no doors, which were only for the star talent.

Then, there was the intern area where everyone else worked, and they had no privacy whatsoever. Four feet of desk space and two drawers was all that they had. Dylan worked in the sports division, so his job basically involved him cutting and pasting stats from other sites for us. Not a lot of thinking, but there was a lot of downtime. Plenty of time to find the video that would change my life.

“I don’t know if anyone else has seen this, but I thought I would show you.”

I was already expecting to see some dumb cat video or meme that I was too old to understand, but instead, I saw my own face on screen. Pushing the younger guy out of the way, I sat in Dylan’s chair and pressed play on the video to see what was going on. The video was filmed at a weird angle, and there was a weird blur on the right side of the screen, but once I saw what was happening in the background, I knew exactly what was happening.

This was a video from the night I did that fluff piece at the art studio- the night a few months ago where Jake had gotten me to drop my pants before jerking me off right there in the middle of the public space. He’d made a dildo shaped exactly like my cock, and a couple of days later, he invited me over to his place to stick it inside of him. That was a hot experience, but it was even better when he let me toss the dildo to the side and let him feel the real thing.

He'd texted me a few times since then, but I hadn’t responded. I was waiting to see if I wanted to make another dildo to keep for myself first.

On screen, I saw him pull my pants down and then my boxers followed. I remember being so worried about my shirt not being long enough to cover my ass, and my worries had been correct- my shirt got stuck on my mic pack exposing my whole ass.

I watched in painful anticipation of what was coming. In the video, I kept looking over my shoulder as Jake worked his magic, and then, the video showed my eyes growing wide as I caught sight of my boss appearing across the street. I hurriedly grabbed my pants, leaning over at just the right angle to flash my pink asshole at the hidden camera. I then ran around the table, revealing my hard cock for everyone to see. The video cut off abruptly, but I had to know why this was appearing now.

“Scroll down.”

Jumping in my borrowed seat, I had forgotten that Dylan was there, and I blushed as I realized angrily that he had now seen me naked at least twice now in the past few minutes… who knows how many times he’d watched the video on a loop before coming to find me. Grabbing his mouse, I scrolled down to see that the video was at the top of an article. It was a gossip piece about a cameraman being fired for public intoxication, and I knew that they meant Bob, the cameraman that had been there that night. He’d shown up a few weeks later at a story completely wasted, and they had to let him go right there in the parking lot.

As I kept reading, my mouth gaped open as I read that he had apparently been using his camera from work to make secret videos which he was now releasing online to slander our news station. There were videos showing anchors talking badly about restaurants that they had just positively reviewed on air, but those paled in comparison to my video. Another on apparently showed a female reporter changing in the back of one of our news vans, which validated my request that we should have real offices too.

Pushing the chair back, I turned to see a crowd of interns behind me, and even though I saw a few sympathetic faces, I saw way more expressions that all shared a common theme. They looked vindicated, and my blood ran cold as I saw two guys step forward.

“Listen guys, I just need to get through so that I can head to Mike’s office to have this video taken down off that site.”

“Say our names first.”

“What are you talking about?”

“We’ve both been working for you for over a year now, and we still don’t think you know our names. So, say them, and we’ll help you out.”

Fuck.

“I know your names, guys.” They both just stood there, arms crossed across their chest as they waited for me to answer. “Ben and Matthew, I know you.”

“My name is Dylan, and that’s Ray.”

“Wait, I thought you were Dylan?”

“Dude, what? My name is Paulo. You thought my parents from Italy named me Dylan?”

Shit- I was in trouble. Getting up quickly, I tried to brute force my way through the crowd, but I was surrounded. Ben (fuck, I meant Dylan) grabbed my left arm as Ray grabbed a fistful of fabric and yanked.  Buttons scattered across the floor as my shirt ripped open right down the middle. There were a few shocked gasps as my bare chest came into view, and I tried to make another break for it during that distraction, but all that I did was step right out of my shirt as someone else grabbed me from the back.

Half-naked, I felt new hands grab onto my pants, and as they pulled, I heard seams ripping from every angle.

Oh my god, they want to fucking strip me naked here too!

I was panicking now as I felt chunks of my pants being ripped off, but I let out an actual whimper as I felt the cold metal of a pair of scissors cut through the waistband of my expensive pants. That was the final straw allowing these barely out of college interns to completely yank my pants off of me in tattered strips.

Looking down, I saw myself wearing only a pair of boxers above my socks, and in horror, I saw that whoever had cut through my pants had also gotten my underwear. I had one chance to get away, and I made it almost to the first cubicle when I felt one of the guys make contact with me. My boxers stayed in his hand as I kept running, and for any of my coworkers that hadn’t already seen the video, they were getting a peek at the main event as I kept running back to my cubicle.

Frantically, I looked for any spare jacket or shirt to cover myself with, but I found nothing. The sound of laughter made everyone else stand up, peering over the short walls to see my blushing face and bare shoulders. Running again now, I tried every office door, but they were all locked.

Fucking anchors!

The only one that was open was Mike’s at the end of the hallway, and I knew that I had no other choice.

Mike was the manager of the entire station, and he was unfortunately sitting at his desk as I ran in. The video of me was full screen on his computer, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to explain anything.

“Sit down Steve- we need to talk.”