[ENG] Of course, camera crew’s gotta get naked too! (part 2)

Part 1: https://teopi.fanbox.cc/posts/8122897 *Please take a look at this post regarding my English translations: https://teopi.fanbox.cc/posts/8122766 . Hopefully it'll make the story more enjoyable. ~ “God, it’s freezing!” The coastal breeze blew mercilessly on my bare skin. The head of my penis would usually be plump and exposed, but now with the combination of the frigid air and my nerves, it had shrunk to the point where my foreskin covered its entirety. Even my scrotum had pulled up high, shriveled up and tight, like that of a kid. I felt unbearably embarrassed but opted to act bold in an effort to downplay my shame. I kept my junk exposed while I continued to set up my equipment as if this were any other shoot. “Good job buddy! Got right naked like a big boy, wasn’t that hard right?” Okay, scratch that! Acting like everything was normal didn’t make me feel any less humiliated. As he complimented me, Pon-san observed my body up and down with just his t-shirt removed. “Oh, you trim your pubes? That’s what young’uns do nowadays?” “…Uhh, I’m not sure… My ex-girlfriend didn’t like my bush, so it’s become a habit for me ever since… Umm, can you not look at me so much, Pon-san?” “Oh! Sorry buddy! Hey, don’t worry, I’ll show you mine too!” “Uhh, that’s not really what I……” Pon-san excitedly pulled down his pants and tighty whities, throwing them to the ground. “Here buddy! You can look at mine all you want!” “Oh god – I mean, okay… Thank you…?” Under Pon-san’s massive beer belly was a bush of peppery pubes that hid half of his small uncut cock. In contrast, his balls were the size of golf balls, hanging heavy and low. Pon-san proceeded to shake his tiny stump at me, acting like an overexcited dog. I couldn’t tell whether he was trying to lighten up the mood or just enjoying himself a bit too much. “Pon-san, we’d better get back to work.” “You don’t have to be so uptight buddy! Alright alright…” “Test, one two three. Test, one two three…” Pon-san and I performed our finals checks as usual – except, of course, for the fact that we were both hanging out our dicks this time. Every time I moved my body, my shrunken shaft bounced around and reminded me of my humiliating appearance. Also, the fact that I was exposing myself to a close coworker made me feel both uneasy and embarrassed. Pon-san didn’t look concerned, but I made sure to face away from Kano at all times. The last thing I wanted was for my crush to see my unfit body, let alone my sad shrunken package. I rubbed my hands against my knees, trying my best to warm my freezing body. ~ “All crew on standby! Starting in three, two, one……” The camera began recording, starting with a shot of the naked Mori’s backside. “Hello everyone! Excuse me for my lack of clothes, but this is the ancient and unforsaken rule of ‘misogi,’ the sacred purification ritual still performed today. In today’s segment, I’ll be taking you into this shallow body of water, recently listed as a world heritage site, to give prayer to the gods. Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s get right in!” The confident TV reporter read out his lines without a hitch. The way Mori intentionally flexed his butt cheeks for the camera annoyed me, but you had to admit the guy was a pro at his job. Pon-san looked down at the camera’s display with a serious expression, nonetheless butt naked. Me, on the other hand, had to make sure that my long boom mic was above Mori’s head, but out of the shot. Because I had to use both my hands to hold the mic up, there was no way for me to hide my junk. Even worse, I had to straighten my back and lean my hip forwards, pushing my package out and front. As Mori lowered his body into the water, Pon-san and I took the cue to step into the frigid water as well. I couldn’t help but tremble from the relentless cold, the quiet waves numbing my legs. The shallow water reached only slightly above my knees standing straight, keeping my butt and privates out on full display. As Mori started to chant the ancient prayers, taught to him by the lone priest, Pon-san slowly moved around him to get a dynamic shot. Being a bit shorter than me, Pon-san’s tiny cock was hidden under the water, and all you could see were his thick pubes floating on the water’s surface. How did the rest of the crew feel about us going fully nude just to film some sexy shots of Mori? I couldn’t help but wonder and glanced back to the shoreline. It was only then that I noticed Mr. Yamazaki holding the small backup camera, pointing it in our direction. The director noticed my look of bewilderment, and pointed to Mori as if to say, “Focus on the job!” But how could I possibly keep focus when I was secretly being filmed myself – why in the world was he filming us and our hairy butts?! “So Mr. Mori, how do you feel now that you’ve completed the ritual?” Mori seemed to have completed his prayers, and Pon-san was now giving him a mini interview. “It’s hard to put into words… The water’s so cold, but I almost don’t even feel it, like my mind’s gone beyond my physical senses. It’s truly a mind-blowing experience.” I internally scoffed at Mori’s cheesy commentary as he continued to blabber away, but it was also a relief that we would be back on land to dry up soon. “That should be enough content Mr. Mori. Let’s get back to shore.” “God, finally! It’s damn freezing in here!” Mori returned to being his usual self as soon as the camera stopped rolling. He started paddling back to shore, still crouched so he could hide his privates under the water. Me and Pon-san, on the other hand, couldn’t do the same with all our equipment. I had no choice but to walk back to shore showing off my shrunken embarrassment of a man’s reproductive organs. “Hey Mori! Stop there, give us a final comment will you? The camera and mic stay right there too!” Mr. Yamazaki stopped us, still filming us with the backup camera. What was it now?! Hurry and let us dry up already! We’re literally freezing our bare asses off, not to mention having our shriveled cocks on display for the rest of the crew! The only relief was that Kano wasn’t looking our way, but still! Of course, unlike us, Mori had both his hands to hide his junk. “Uhh, okay… Everyone, I’m frozen to the bone, but I did it – I’ve paid my prayers and my soul’s been purified! I feel like a new man! Thanks for coming along!” “Good! Now wave goodbye Mori! Cameraman and mic guy, you guys too! Oh right, you guys don’t have free hands, nevermind then. Just stand there and look happy!” This cut felt totally unnecessary, but I obeyed just so we could finally finish the scene. “Alright, that should do it! Good job guys, let’s get you all warmed up! Hey, Kano!” “Y-yes, director!” “Hand out towels for these guys, will you? They’re right there!” “Oh… no problem, director!” Shit! Why would you ask Kano of all people! Now she’s gotta…… Kano dashed to grab the towels as we slowly stepped out of the water, then came dashing back with her arms full. She first hurried to Mori and Pon-san to hand them their towels, then ran right up to me. My body froze with my crush standing right in front of me, completely naked but unable to cover myself or run away. “I’ll take the mic from you, if that’s okay?” “…Oh, uh, yeah……” Oh god, she’s looking at me. She’s seeing my tiny dick, now more foreskin than actual meat. I couldn’t even bring myself to look at Kano in the face. How was I stripped naked, in my most vulnerable form, in front a girl that I had yet to ask out? “Here’s your towel.” “Y, yeah, thanks……” I immediately covered my package with the towel, but Kano had already run away. My face was flaming despite the rest of my body being ice cold. I wiped my body dry whilst my heart thumped away, so many emotions rushing throughout my body. I was finally able to get back into my clothes, but my embarrassment wouldn’t leave me, like a lump stuck in my throat. Maybe the rest of the crew could tell that I was uncharacteristically upset – no one dared to approach me or joke about my humiliating experience. ~ True to the director’s words, the rest of the shoot was kept short and simple. This was just a small segment of the daily news program after all, not some Hollywood spectacle. We had finished filming well ahead of schedule, packing up our stuff when Kano came up to me from behind. “Umm, today was a heck of a shoot, wasn’t it?” “Oh, Kano… Yeah, no kidding! I nearly froze my ass off, haha!” I hoped that I sounded like my usual self, despite seeming a bit too cheerful. “I… I’m sorry, I should’ve said something when the director asked me at the start. I could tell that you felt super uncomfortable with…you know…filming like that.” “Hey, you don’t need to apologize! I’m a guy after all, showing a bit of skin shouldn’t faze me.” I knew I didn’t sound convincing at all, but I had to give it a try – I didn’t want to look weak or sensitive, especially in front of a girl that I had the hots for. “I’ve always thought that girls had it harder in this industry, but I think you’ve changed my mind today. The way that guys are forced to do things they don’t want to, and how they’re expected to act like it’s all okay… It disgusts me, to be honest…” “Hey Kano! Can you give us a hand over here?!” Of course, it was Mr. Yamazaki calling Kano over. “But don’t get me wrong – you looked good getting the job done like a real professional, even if you weren’t wearing any clothes.” Kano smirked at me for a second, then hurried away to help Mr. Yamazaki. I needed a moment to wrap my head around what Kano had just told me. Did she just compliment me…? Our day-long shoot had finally come to a close. Feeling both physically and mentally drained, I fell asleep on our way back to the TV station. ~ The following week, I was at home feeling sick as a dog. I was convinced that I was paying the price for stripping down and swimming around in that frigid water the week before. I felt well enough to get out of bed though, so I moved to the couch and turned on the TV. “Let’s move on to our next segment – this time, our beloved Mori made his way to a newly listed world heritage site and got to experience a sacred ritual in his birthday suit. Isn’t that right, Mori?” “It’s a true story! Good morning, everyone! This is your favorite ripped reporter, Mori! In today’s report……” What good timing – there was no mistaking that this was the content that we had filmed on the island, while Pon-san and I were naked and exposed. It was not a proud moment in my career to say the least, but I also felt curious about how the shoot turned out. I continued to stare at the screen and turned the volume up. “Hello everyone! Excuse me for my lack of clothes……” The segment began with the familiar shot of Mori giving a brief introduction while showing off his naked backside. As soon as Mori started wading into the water, a narrative voice-over began, voiced real-time by Mori sitting in the studio. “Staying true to tradition, I went in completely naked – no tricks, no gimmicks! But we should let the viewers know that I wasn’t the only one that had to strip down that day!” Wait… I don’t have a good feeling about this… “You guessed it! The film crew had to brave the elements in the bare as well – kudos to them!” While Mori cheerfully narrated, the screen switched to a shot of me and Pon-san filming the ritual. My plump and hairy butt cheeks appeared on screen, albeit at a bit of a distance, but in ultra-high definition. “W-wow, wow, wow! Hold up!” Instantly, my mind started racing in a burst of panic. There was no way I was exposing my bare-naked ass on live television! Of course, I could tell that this was the footage that Mr. Yamazaki was secretly filming with the backup camera. I sighed a breath of relief when the scene switched back to Mori, chanting his prayers in the water. But my relief was short-lived, with the next shot nearly taking my breath away in shock. “Everyone, I’m frozen to the bone, but I did it – I’ve paid my prayers and my soul’s been purified! I feel like a new man! Thanks for coming along!” The final shot was that of Mori giving his closing remarks, and beside him stood the nude Pon-san and I. Neither of our manhoods were censored at all, with everything displayed in high resolution. My trimmed pubes, my tiny foreskin-covered willy, and even the wrinkles on my shriveled nuts – absolutely everything was on screen, my past self naively smiling for the camera. “T-this can’t be happening… How did, how could this possibly…?” It had to be an oversight during editing, but how? Who was in charge of the final checks? No, there was no point in thinking, the damage had already been done – my fully naked body had been relentlessly broadcast to the entire country, and there was absolutely no way to undo it. I impulsively turned off the TV. “This… this is just a bad dream.” I stopped thinking and collapsed into bed once again. Everything that occurred in the last week had had to be a dream, or else, how could I maintain my sanity? I shut my eyes tightly and fell into a deep exhausted slumber. ……It wouldn’t be until the next morning that I would find nude screenshots of myself circulating on twitter. Worse yet, my friends would be the ones to send me my own nudes, asking whether that was really me, showing it all off on live TV. This major slip would later be used as an example for the need to double-down on proper censorship, to maintain decency on daytime television. As for me, I just had to bear it all, no pun intended. 〆 Thanks for reading! Let me know in the comments if there are any of my other works that you'd like me to translate in the future!