After the oppressive heat of the day, the light evening breeze felt refreshing on Nick's naked torso. He leaned against a balustrade which provide adequate cover so that Nick wasn't totally indecent, although his buttocks were exposed causing quite a spectacle to onlookers. A casual observer might have mistaken Nick for a marble statue, his skin unblemished and pale, his well shaped head shaved to a crop zero and his body with the musculature of an athlete from classical times.

Steve and Griff joined Nick, flanking him, their backs to the balustrade. Griff handed Nick a bottle of ice cold beer, beaded with condensation. Steve and Griff were dressed identically. Smart polo shirts, tucked into cotton twill shorts and loafers. They stood so close to Nick, that their shirts and shorts lightly brushed his bare torso at the slightest movement. Not for the first time that evening, Nick felt his cock grow heavy and fat as it engorged with blood. He pushed his cock more firmly into the balustrade to hide its swelling.

Neither Steve or Griff appeared to notice, and carried on their conversation as Nick's nudity was the most natural thing in the world. It provided little comfort to Nick, who found the close proximity of his two friends, well dressed, appropriately dressed, all the more humiliating, all the more arousing.

Finally, Steve talked of matters relating to Nick's naked condition. "I reckon your clothes will be dry enough in 20 minutes or so".

"Please bring them to me now, I'll put them on wet" replied Nick.

"Ah ha, Nick" Griff said with a grin "Nick's rules during circuit training, our rules at the club house".

Nick shrugged, resigned to his fate.

Nick took a sip of his beer. Eventually, he said, thoughtfully. "Maybe I should tone down circuit training a bit. It's the sin bin isn't it?"

"I don't think you should change or could change it now Nick" replied Griff. "Although it's a bit of a shock to the un-initiated. Sin bin for the slowest in the class, if you spot poor form, any criteria of your choosing, straight to the sin bin. Repeat offenders have to take off their sports vest for the rest of the session and when it pleases you, you come and rub our bare tummies. It's a great workout, but on the edge of acceptable behaviour"

"I was just trying to motivate" stammered Nick, his cock now flaccid once more.

"You've done just that" said Griff with a laugh. "The lads are crazy for your sessions, but I'm not sure what they're getting off on. A hard work out or enjoying the humiliation"

"Witnessing it or being subjected to it" Nick asked earnestly.

"Both" both Steve and Griff replied.

A call across the patio of "Bring him in" was the cue for Steve and Griff to escort Nick to the bar area. All the guys were packed into the stuffy bar, all wearing near identical polo shirts and shorts, smart casual for a hot summer's evening. The feel of carpet on Nick's bare feet, the stuffiness and proximity of all these clothed guys looking at him. At his cock, his arse, their grins, their knowing smiles, it was an intense sensation. A sense of trepidation, anxiousness, exhilaration, washed over Nick as he waited for what was to come next.

The guys shuffled away from a low table, on which his shorts, his top and his sun hat had been laid out with obsessive care.

Nick gasped. All three items of clothing had been filled with shaving cream, white and fluffy, except for the shaving cream in the sun hat that was streaked with lurid green dye. They must have used several cans, the shorts and top almost looked as if they contained a dismembered white manakin. The foam in the hat was piled high in soft peaks.

Nick stared aghast.

"Nick, mate, we love your sessions, please don't change a thing, bit we want you to feel something of what we feel as a token" There were laughed from the back of the bar area "As a token of our appreciation."

Clive stepped forward, a handsome heavyset guy and most often the victim of Nick's sin bin allocation. His ample belly, most often the target for Nick's humiliating tummy rubs. Clive carefully picked up the hat full of shaving cream, carefully judging it's weight in his giant hand. He walked over to Nick who stared at the hat and gulped.

"Nick, you want your hat back don't you?" Clive said in an low, gentle tone.

"Umm, yeah, umm well" Nick replied flustered.

"Tell me how much you want it Nick"

"Oh, okay. Clive, I want my hat, I want it bad" Nick said, his tone more determined this time. He did want it. This was an incredible feeling, to be the centre of attention with absolutely no control of this group over whom, only hours before, he had total control. Before the horseplay in the showers. Before the drenching, before being stripped naked, his cock twitched and he looked down to check as the hat of shaving foam met his face, spurting foam across his face and neck and his zero cropped head as Clive dragged the shaving foam filled hat to the top of his head where he rammed it down so the remaining foam spurted out with satisfying force.

Nick's cock bobbed with the thrill of humiliation and the feel of the thick foamy cream on his face and head. When he cleared his eyes and looked down he could see that his shorts were being held open by Steve and Griff for Nick to put on. Nick lifted his left foot and unceremoniously placed it in the left leg if the short, the shaving foam warm and gently yielding against his toes. Then his right foot. Slowly, deliberately, Steve and Griff pulled the shorts up NIck's legs, over his muscular thighs, the shaving foam coating his legs as the shorts were pulled up. By the time Nick felt the shaving foam caress his buttocks, Nick knew he was sporting a solid boner. He could hear the lads twitter about it. This was the most mortifying experience ever, especially as Steve and Griff struggled to get the shorts over his cock which twanged out, foam covered and bouncy to the cheers and appreciation of the lads.

Finally, the t-shirt, over his head, the foam spurted down his back, over his chest, on his tummy.

He stood there speechless, completely covered in shaving foam. Clive came up, smile genuine and lifted the t-shirt to reveal Nick's shaving foam smeared abs. To the cheer of the crowd, with his giant hand he rubbed Nick's tummy. The sensation for Nick was electrifying and he felt a quickening in his loins. Much more of this and he would cream himself then and there.

"Clive, I'm sorry Mate, I've been an arse though all those sessions". Nick realised how much he fancied Clive. He opted the feeling was mutual

"God, no Nick, I love it, the total package" replied Clive "I crave the sin bin as much as I can see you crave this. Nick, my place is two minutes away, did you want to come back and maybe clean up?"