Interactive Story - Greg's Naked Nightmare - Part 22 (Patreon)

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Back home after an evening of naked fun and surprising revelations, Greg finds his phone working again and messages from his housemate Lewis, his friend Riley and his University tutor, Trevor. Who does he respond to?

1. Go and see Lewis - 22%

2. Contact Riley - 33%

3. Call his tutor - 44%

4. Ignore all three and just wait for his evening with Reggie - 0%

Part 22

Greg took a deep breath as he heard movement on the other side of the door. He had called his tutor back after getting the rather brief text message, only to be met with an equally succinct conversation. “I need to come to campus as we need to discuss a rather urgent matter!” That was the extent of what he had bene told.

In the past few days, Greg had faced some truly terrifying situations – waking up naked in a park, being stuck naked in the back of a moving open-back van, being caught naked by his friends, being blackmailed into naked servitude by his housemates – but something about this was a whole new level of terrifying. He knew he was in trouble. How could he not be. ‘A rather urgent matter’ was never going to be something good.

The door opened and Greg felt like he was going to throw up. Looking round at his tutor, Trevor, he gulped slightly.

“Come on in,” Trevor said firmly, standing aside as he gestured for Greg to enter.

“Having a… good day?” Greg asked politely as he sat down. He almost called him ‘Sir’. That level of formality wasn’t expected with the University’s faculty, but it almost slipped out from sheer nervousness.

“Honestly I’ve had better,” Trevor said as he closed the door and leaned against his desk.

Trevor was distinctly unobjectionable as a tutor. Greg had never really had much need to interact with him during his time at the establishment, mostly keeping his head down, attending as many lectures as was necessary to avoid any problems, joining in with study groups for projects. Trevor always seemed approachable though. He was in his mid-thirties and utterly indistinct in his appearance, the sort of man you’d easily lose in a crowd, though he had a reputation of being strict but fair.

“I won’t beat around the bush, Greg. You’re here because I’ve had reports of some… unacceptable behaviour on your part on campus grounds,” Trevor said, pausing a moment as he saw the look of dread spread across Greg’s face. “I believe I may have also heard of some similar activities… off campus, though they’re largely outside of our jurisdiction.”

‘FUCK!’ Greg thought, the word almost slipping out his mouth.

“I’m led to believe that you have been… exposing yourself on campus!” Trevor said, staring at Greg coldly.

Greg just stared back silently.

“Nothing to say?” Trevor asked, cocking his head.

“You… didn’t ask anything,” Greg said, panic already setting in.

“Okay, direct then. Greg, have you been walking around the campus naked?” Trevor asked matter-of-factly. As Greg went to answer, he added, “And believe me when I say honesty right now is your best option!”

Greg’s mouth flapped slightly as he tried to think what to say. ‘I got pranked’, ‘It wasn’t my fault’, ‘I wasn’t exposing myself, I was the victim’. They all sounded like little more than terrible excuses. He could deny it, but looking at the expression on Trevor’s face, he already knew the answer. Greg eventually settled for a reluctant but honest, “Yes!”

“And… is there a reason you’ve been doing this?” Trevor asked, looking less certain now.

The excused ran through Greg’s head again as the paleness in his cheeks gave way to heavy blushes.

“Greg, if there’s a… valid reason for this, something outside of you being some kind of… sex pest, then I may be able to help you here, but you NEED to talk to me!” Trevor urged him.

“I’m a nudist!” Greg suddenly called out, a little louder than intended. He had no idea where the idea had come from, but it was out now and he couldn’t exactly take it back. Besides, what would he say instead?

Trevor folded his arms as he leaned back a little, cocking his head the other way as he asked, “Really?”

“Yes!” Greg insisted. “It’s… it’s… a lifestyle thing, not… not a… sex thing. I’m not a… a… what did you call it?”

“Sex pest!” Trevor said with a slight frown. “Are you being serious Greg or is this just an excuse for unacceptable behaviour, because if you’re lying to me it only makes this all worse!”

“No, no I’m not!” Greg insisted. “I am. I… I get naked, it’s… how I like to be!” Technically, it wasn’t a lie. He DID like to get naked. It was a recent discovery (or more like a recent acceptance of a long known kink), but Greg did, in a twisted way, like getting naked.

“So… being naked on campus was… just a healthy exploration of an alternative lifestyle,” Trevor reasoned, seemingly thinking aloud.

Greg wasn’t sure whether the older man was talking himself into believing it, or out of it, so he decided to hedge his bets by laying on an extra bit of pressure. “Yeah,” he said firmly. “And as a progressive establishment, I believed this University would support me in… in the healthy exploration of… of my… nudism!”

Trevor’s eyes narrowed for a moment.

Greg worried he might have laid it on a bit thick and sat back, holding off from saying anything else.

“Well in that case, what I’ll do is just give you a warning NOT to explore your ‘nudism’ so… willy-nilly, for lack of a better phrase!” Trevor said with a slight smirk. “But if it’s something you’re exploring, the University certainly may be able to help!”

“You… can?” Greg asked nervously. “You don’t need to, I’ll… I’ll save it for… for in my own time!” he suggested.

“Nonsense,” Trevor said dismissively. “Like you said, we’re a progressive establishment. I think we can certainly make concessions for this sort of… lifestyle!”

“There’s no need for that!” Greg said, panicking again, but for slightly different reasons now.

Trevor frowned. “You seem awfully reluctant to explore nudism for someone who claims to be interested in it. Are you sure it wasn’t just an excuse? Because if it was, your future here may be in jeopardy!” the tutor said suspiciously.

“No, I… umm… I’ll… do what I need to do,” Greg conceded.

“Very good,” Trevor said with a smile. “In fact this ties in perfectly with our current campaign around body positivity, which I’m sure someone with your interests has paid VERY close attention to!”

“Y… yes,” Greg lied. He had seen emails and posters about various seminars and events. According to Carl, it was mostly ‘Fat birds shrieking about how it’s okay to be fat!’ but Greg suspected there was a little more involved.

“I wonder,” Trevor said thoughtfully as he moved around his desk. He opened his laptop and started tapping away for a few moments. Greg watched as he stared at the screen, his eyes darting side-to-side as he seemingly read something. “Huh, interesting. One moment, Greg.” He said, glancing up for just a second.

Greg could hear the sound of messages being sent and received, a conversation apparently taking place.

“Wonderful! You, young man,” Trevor said, looking over at Greg with a smile, “Have just helped me out!”

“You’re… welcome!” Greg said nervously.

“That’s assuming you’re not busy tomorrow lunchtime,” Trevor enquired. He got a nod from Greg, who was now too scared to refuse anything. “Then you can be the star of the show at our penultimate bod positivity seminar. Our speaker had to pull out at the last minute but now we have a whole new subject to cover.”

Greg’s eyes widened at the news. “You… want me to talk about nudism?” he asked nervously.

“Don’t worry, I’m not asking you to give a speech. I’ll be there to introduce and facilitate, but it will mostly be a Q&A session. I’m sure by then we’ll have PLENTY of people keen to ask questions!” Trevor said with a broad smile. “Seeing you naked around campus for the remainder of today is certainly better advertising for the seminar than any email I could send out!”

Greg eyes looked ready to bulge right out of his head. “What? I… what?” he gasped.

“Nudity on campus is permitted on the provision that it is for,” Trevor said, raising a finger to pause while he referred back to his laptop screen, “Any act of artistic performance, personal expression or act of protest, so long as presented in a manner not intended to cause distress, or represent acts of a sexual or malicious nature!”

“Seriously?” Greg asked, more than a little surprised.

“Indeed,” Trevor nodded. “I believe that is the result of a campaign by the art department following issues with their life modelling scheme in conjunction with one of our human rights groups who opted for… well, let’s call it a very ‘memorable’ protest a few years back. I believe exploration of nudism would count as personal expression!”

“Oh… great,” Greg said, still doing his best to pretend to be on board.

Trevor looked at Greg, seemingly still waiting for him to crack or back down, but seeing no sign of it he pushed on through and said, “I may send a quick reminder of this policy out now, ahead of any potential comments, and use it as a catalyst to increase awareness of tomorrow’s seminar. While I do that, why don’t you undress!”

“What, now?” Greg asked, shocked.

“Indeed. No time like the present,” Trevor said confidently. “I understand you don’t have any classes this afternoon, so feel free to entertain yourself on campus any way you like. I’m sure you’ll find it very… liberating to explore this interest of yours!” He eyes Greg once again and gave a final, “Unless you’re having second thoughts about your story!”

“No, no. No second thoughts,” Greg said shakily. “Total nudist, that’s me. I’ll… I’ll get… nude now then!” He heard the words that came from his mouth as if listening to himself from the outside. Just last night, he had willingly stripped on the street and walked around a gay cruising area, knowing he would be seen. As he slowly started to undress now, he realised how utterly different this felt.

As he had explained to Riley the night before, being naked in daylight was different, especially when being seen. At night it was discrete, sneaky, naughty and risky. He could hide in shadows or people might not make out quite what they were seeing. During the day, he was just simply on show. It had been exciting out on the streets, with the risk of being seen but only by strangers. Now, getting naked at University… potentially walking the campus naked… being the star of a seminar… these were his peers. He didn’t have a huge amount of close friends amongst the rest of the student body, but now the ones he did know were about to see… HIS student body!

“And there we go!” Trevor said, sitting back in his chair as he looked at Greg. “As you’re taking your time, let me read this out for you!” he suggested. He frowned at Greg, who only had his shirt open. “Come on, chop chop. Best have it all off, I need to go out shortly!”

As Trevor looked back to his laptop, Greg slid his shirt down off his shoulders and placed it on the seat beside his bag as he reached down to start undoing his jeans as he listened to his tutor read his email.

“To all students and faculty. In a slight change to our advertised body positivity week activities, tomorrow’s seminar has been changed to now cover the subject of nudism. Come along and get to know more about it and how it interconnects with body positivity. Student Gregory Fairweather will be in attendance to both demonstrate and answer any questions you may have,” Trevor read out.

Greg gasped slightly at the mention of his name.

“Between now and the seminar, you may see Gregory around campus, engaging in nudism. I would like to remind all of you that all students should be treated with dignity and respect and any unacceptable behaviour towards Gregory and his participation will be handled harshly. Gregory is a new but keen nudist and will be happy to chat to you about his interests, but try to save your REALLY good questions for tomorrow’s seminar. See you there!” Trevor finished.

Greg had stopped undressing again as he listened, but resumed as Trevor stopped talking, pushing his jeans down to his ankles. He stood up and grabbed the waistband of his underwear. He wanted to check if Trevor was looking, but didn’t want to give him any more reason to doubt the story, so he took a deep breath and pushed the underwear down. He pulled his feet out of his trainers to step out of the clothes, then slipped them back on his feet and turned to face Trevor, hands clutched in front of his cock.

Trevor shook his head a little. “I wouldn’t have though a real nudist would have been inclined to cover up like that,” he said incredulously.

“Did you really send that email?” Greg asked shakily.

“Are you really a nudist?” Trevor asked flatly.

Greg stared for a moment. It wasn’t too late to get out of this, but annoyingly as he stood there naked and exposed, he realised… he didn’t want to get out of it! “Yes I am!” he said confidently.

“Then in that case,” Trevor said, clicking a button on his laptop. “Yes I did!”

“Oh my god,” Greg muttered.

“Well, this has certainly been interesting,” Trevor said as he stood. “But now I have other things to attend to!” As he saw Greg reach for his clothes, he said, “Oh no, no need to lug them around, you can leave them in here!” He moved closer to usher Greg towards the door. He reached for Greg’s bag and opened it up. Seeing no clothes inside, he offered it to Greg as he opened the door.

Greg stepped out into the hallway, looking round frantically but relieved to see they were alone. He watched in horror as Trevor locked the door and said, “I’ll be back around this afternoon and we can catch up about how things have gone!”

“B… but… what do I do?” Greg stuttered.

“Whatever you usually do. Go study, meet your friends, hang out,” Trevor said, smirking at the slight double entendre. “Maybe hit the gym, though don’t feel the need to impress anyone. Body positivity is the key message after all! Either way, have fun! See you later!”

Greg watched as Trevor left, disappearing through a door down the hallway. Once again he was stranded naked on campus, but this time there was no quick way out. If he wanted Trevor to continue to believe his story, he would NEED to be seen.

Greg gulped slightly as he considered what was about to happen. What had Trevor suggested? Perhaps he should actually do one of the,, as he suspected the suspicious tutor would be keeping an eye, even from afar. Terrified of being seen, but more scared of losing his place at University, Greg needed to decide where to go.

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