Clothes Maketh The Man — Part 34.

Hanging upside down hooded in some kind of arena, in front of an audience of unknown size I found I had a moment to reflect on the misfortunes of the last few days. As I did so I noticed the crowd fell silent, and only soft footsteps came to my awareness.

I tried to look round in the direction of the footsteps, and as I did so I heard a gasp go up from the audience. What was that? Something surprising… something revealed? I struggled to throw off the hood but it was no good, and I head laughter coming from the audience.

What was about to happen, and why did it illicit such a surprise from these voyeurs watching? Then quite suddenly I felt the pouring of oil, warm and slippery over me, dribbling between my exposed buttocks then down my legs and my back toward my head.

There was a murmur of interest from the crowd as whoever was doing this must have played to the crowd a little. Laughter, and then I felt something moving against me. At first I thought it an object of some sort, perhaps latex or a soft rubber, against the cheeks of my up turned buttocks, but then something else happened.

It moved.

I froze.

Laughter again.

Inside the hood my screams of surprise filled my head, but made little other impact as I began to feel myself being…