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Bocchi the Nude Rock

by Suzuki Kawasaki

Chapter One - Overcoming Stage Fright

Bocchi didn't plan on playing lead guitar naked, but when her bandmates told her performing in her birthday suit could really help the band, she wanted to give it a try.

It started as a joke.

"All our fans are female," Nijika complained. "That's half the population of Japan. We need some sort of gimmick to draw in the other half."

"How about if Bocchi plays naked?" Ryo suggested. "Do you remember how good she looked in that skimpy maid outfit? She's got a killer bod."

"I've got a pretty nice body too." Kita wiggled her hips.

"We could all play naked," Nijika offered, "but that would be overkill."

Ryo glanced down her blouse. "Unfortunately, none of us are as well endowed as our sexy lead guitarist."

"I'm not sexy," Bocchi whispered.

"Sure you are," Kita said. "Your curves rock as hard as your Gibson."

"How would you feel about playing naked?" Nijika teased.

"It would really help the band," Kita added.

Bocchi bit her lip and stammered, "Well… I… um…"

Ryo patted her bandmate's back. "I think you'd look absolutely awesome."

Having turned poor Bocchi's cheeks eight new shades of red, the girls laughed and moved on with the practice.

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On the train ride home from Starry, Bocchi contemplated her potential new role as the band's lead nude guitarist. Playing naked wouldn't be much different from playing fully dressed. Performing in front of strangers already pegged her fear meter to eleven, and somehow she still managed.

When you've reached your limit, it can't get any worse, so playing naked might not be so bad.

She knew she had a nice figure because her jealous younger sister continuously teased her in the bath. She'd chant, "Oneesan's got mega boobs." Or she'd ask, "Could I ski Ducky off your big round bum down your legs?" While in private, her sister often asked their mother, "When I grow up, will my body be as beautiful as oneesan's?"

"You never know," her mom would say. "That's a pretty tall order."

If she played nude, she'd still have her guitar for covering, kind of like an apron, which would hide her private place. What if her body could really help the band? If lots of guys started showing up, it could double, even triple, their audience. Might playing naked catapult her to stardom?

If I can barely talk to girls now, how in the world will I be able to reach a crowd full of men?

Bocchi scanned the train car. Three other guys rode in the cab with her. Two salarymen sat at the front, snoozing while facing forward, and a college student with his back to the window sat across from her. She had zero experience interfacing with guys other than her father and had no clue how to even start talking to them.

When the college guy noticed Bocchi scoping him out, he winked and smiled.

Bocchi's cheeks flushed bright red.

"Hello," he said, bending forward.

Bocchi turned away.

"You're really shy, aren't you?"

She nodded.

He motioned to her instrument case. "I see you play guitar."

"I'm in a band," she managed to say, "and I'm not very good at communicating with men. Although I really wish I could."

"Men are the easiest creatures in the world for pretty girls to communicate with. You don't even need to talk. Want to know our secret?"

She glanced at his feet. "Yes, please."

"You're a musician, so you'll appreciate this." He lowered his zipper. "Every guy has a built-in microphone. All you have to do is talk to it, and you'll own him." The guy pulled out his dick. "Here's my microphone."

Bocchi focused on the appendage and whispered, "Can't you hear me normally?"

"If you really, truly want to communicate with a man, you need to amplify your words."

She nodded her understanding. "Like we do on stage."

"Every man's built-in microphone works through a phenomenon called 'boner conduction' which means, if you want to connect, you have to make it vibrate."

"How do I do that?"

"Take my microphone into your mouth and give me a hummer."

Bocchi glanced from side to side. She dropped to her knees, sucked the guy's dick into her mouth, and hummed the words, "How am I doing so far?" punctuating each syllable with a swish of her tongue.

"Oh my god." The guy clenched his fists. "That feels absolutely phenomenal."

"I'm so glad," Bocchi hummed with a smile. She felt a sense of accomplishment when the guy's microphone grew and hardened in her mouth. Not sure how to continue the conversation, she hummed a song her band had recently performed while stressing the notes and tempo with her tongue.

An explosion of cream filled her mouth. Her eyes bulged, and she tried to back off, but the guy held her head in place. "Don't panic," he gasped. "Swallow it down, nice and slow. You'll acclimate to the taste in a minute."

At first, Bocchi hated the taste, but as she gulped down more of the cream, the flavor grew on her. She kept her mouth on his dick until it stopped twitching, and then she looked up.

The guy shook his head and blinked his eyes. "Thank you. That was freaking amazing." He extended his hand. "By the way, my name is Mike."

Bocchi giggled and wiped her lips. "Like the 'Mike' in microphone?"

"Yeah. I guess that'll be an easy way to remember me. What's your name?"

"My friends call me Bocchi." She shook his hand.

"Well, Bocchi, you've got an incredible talent for sucking cock."

She tilted her head. "Huh?"

"That's slang for vibrating my microphone. If you don't mind, I'd really like to see you again."

A feeling of warmth welled up inside her. "Really?"

"Absolutely. But first, I need to explain the rules."

"For communicating with men?"

"That's right. Only do this in private, and don't do it with family."

"So I shouldn't communicate with my uncles or dad?"

"That's right." The guy stood as the train slowed. "Well, Bocchi, it's been an honor communicating with you. I gotta run. Will you be on this train tomorrow?"

"I'll do my best."

He patted her head. "Super. Then I hope to see you again."

Bocchi gleefully hugged herself as Mike dashed out the door.

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The following day at practice, Bocchi addressed her bandmates. "I gave it some thought, and I'm okay with it."

"Okay with what?" Nijika asked.

"Playing guitar, you know, without my clothes on."

"Oh, Bocchi." Kita laughed. "We weren't ser—"

Ryo covered Kita's mouth. "We weren't sure of the best way to implement that, so we didn't push you."

Kita pulled Ryo's hand away and cleared her throat. "Oh, right. To start, why don't you try taking your clothes off?"

Bocchi bit her lip. "Right here? Right now?"

Ryo crossed her arms. "It's as good a time as any."

Nijika groaned, "Come on, you two. Stop fooling around."

"It's okay," Bocchi said. "I want to help the band."

"Really?" Nijika pinched her chin and visualized an audience filled with cheering men. "If you really want to do this, we can give it a shot."

Bocchi unfastened the top button of her blouse, then stopped. "I can't do it." She shook her head and dropped her arms.

"Why not?" Ryo asked.

"What if the guys in the audience think I'm fat?"

"Trust me. Your weight is not a problem." Ryo unbuttoned the rest of Bocchi's blouse and pulled it off her shoulders.

Kita joined the Bocchi Disrobing Team. As Ryo unfastened Bocchi's bra, Kita loosened her skirt and pulled down her panties. "Should we take off her shoes and socks?"

Ryo flashed a thumbs-up sign. "I say we go all in."

"We're not the ones going all in right now," Nijika noted as Kita and Ryo removed Bocchi's last items of clothing. "Bocchi is."

Fully naked from head to toe, Bocchi squirmed in place, her face a study in fear, while Ryo held her shoulders from behind to keep her steady.

Kita, still kneeling, folded their lead guitarist's clothes and set them off to the side. "She's going to run away the second we move into position."

"Is that true, Bocchi?" Nijika asked.

Bocchi crossed her arms over her chest and moved one knee in front of the other. "I suppose."

Nijika said, "You really don't want to do this, do you?"

"Yes, I do," Bocchi squealed. "I want to help the band. But actually being naked on stage feels so much different from imagining it."

Nijika spun her zip tie bracelet around her wrist. "I know the perfect way to keep you put. After all, we are Kessoku Band." Nijika dug her hand into a nearby plastic bag, pulled the nude girl's arms behind her back, and zip-tied her wrists together. "Hold her there," she told Ryo.

Ryo caressed Bocchi's shoulders while Nijika left to retrieve an eyebolt. Upon returning, she screwed the metal loop into the wooden stage, zip-tied Bocchi's ankles together, and zip-tied her bound ankles to the stage.

Nijika patted Bocchi's firm bare bottom. "Now you're good and stuck. How does it feel?"

"How am I going to play my guitar like this?" Bocchi's generous breasts swayed when she shifted her shoulders.

"We'll improvise around the lead parts. This is just a temporary fix to help you get used to being naked up here."

Bocchi's attempt to shimmy away was thwarted by the eyebolt. "Okay."

Nijika took her seat behind the drums and clicked her sticks. "One, two, three, four." The girls played while Bocchi stood like a marble statue.

Although it felt fine to stand on stage naked while her band mates remained dressed, it felt strange to hear the song go by without her playing her part. Toward the end of the piece, in an effort to participate, Bocchi hummed and swung her hips.

Nijika ended the song with a drum crash. "Feedback, everyone."

"That was awesome." Kita turned to her left. "And Bocchi looked great over there, especially when she started dancing."

"It felt fine to me," Ryo said. "I don't think I'll have any trouble playing with Bocchi naked."

"How about you, Bocchi?" Nijika asked. "How does it feel to be on display?"

"I feel really sad." A tear rolled down Bocchi's cheek. "Because I can't do my part like this." She shifted her shoulders and hips, while trying to separate her ankles and wrists. "I don't feel like part of the band."

Nijika put down her sticks. "That was just a test run, Bocchi. Like the time you played in that mango box. Don't forget, we all know you really well, and we care about you deeply. We also know from experience that we need to transition you into new things slowly, step by step. For our next song, how about we hang the guitar around your neck so things feel a little more band-like?"

Bocchi twisted her wrists and wiggled her hips. "Can't you just untie me?"

"Won't you run away?"

Bocchi looked down. "Probably." She started to cry.

"Now, now." Kita took a zip tie from the bag, stepped behind Bocchi, and tied her hair into a ponytail. Then she kissed Bocchi's neck. "This isn't about playing music at all. Bocchi just needs some love." She waved Ryo over to join them. "You manage the top. I'll take care of the bottom."

"Understood."

Ryo cupped Bocchi's breasts from behind and supported her, while Kita dropped to her knees in front of her friend.

Kita glanced up. "Ready?"

Ryo nodded. "Yes."

Ryo crouched, placed her hip against Bocchi's bum, and pulled the ponytail, arching Bocchi's back while forcing her pelvis forward. Kita wrapped her arms around Bocchi's thighs and extended her tongue toward Bocchi's protruding private region.

When Kita's tongue touched her special spot, Bocchi shuddered like a bolt of lightning had hit her. She struggled against Kita's expert oral attention at first, but stopped when Kita smacked her bum and chided, "Relax, girl."

"Okay."

For the next five minutes, Ryo kneaded and teased Bocchi's nipples and breasts while Kita went to town with her tongue. Bocchi screamed when the orgasm of the century wracked her body. She twisted and writhed as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her while Ryo held her tight.

Eventually, her spasms subsided.

Ryo lifted her mouth of Bocchi's neck but continued cupping her breasts. "Do you think she's done?"

Kita wiped her mouth. "I think so, but she may not be able to stand for a while. What do you think, Bocchi?"

"If you let me catch my breath, I think I'll be okay. In fact, I feel super good right now. I think I'll be okay if you untie me and give me my guitar back."

Kita and Ryo looked at the band's leader with an expression that asked, "Seriously?"

Nijika shrugged. "Let's give her a guitar. If she panics, we can always tie her up again."

Ryo released Bocchi's breasts and Kita released her thighs. Both girls backed up a step and waited. Bocchi wobbled like a bowling pin, but when she didn't fall over, Kita said, "I think she'll be okay."

Nijika said, "But the girl's a mess."

Ryo strolled to the kitchen for some wet rags. "We'll clean her up."

Bocchi swung her arms and shifted her hips. "Can't you untie me first?"

Kita rubbed Bocchi's special place. "Not yet. You're lots more fun like this."

Bocchi lowered her head and sighed. "Fine."

After Kita and Ryo cleaned up Bocchi, Nijika cut away the zip ties and handed Bocchi her guitar.

To everyone's surprise, Kessoku Band's totally nude lead guitarist played the next song flawlessly. In fact, she seemed far more relaxed and engaged.

"That was fantastic," Nijika said after closing out the piece. "I can't believe how well you improvised that solo."

Ryo nodded. "You really were spot on."

Smiling widely, Kita chirped, "I think we know how to calm Bocchi's anxiety."

Nijika got off her drum stool. "I wouldn't know about that since I don't swing the same direction you and Ryo do. But if it works, I'm okay with it."

Bocchi set down her guitar and rubbed her wrists. Then she zipped her guitar into its case, pulled it over her shoulder, and turned toward the door. "See you later."

Nijika pointed at the floor. "Don't forget to put your clothes on."

Bocchi's eyes bulged. "Whoops."

"I kind of wish you wouldn't." Kita licked her lips.

"I know, right?" Ryo squeezed the air.

"Come on, you two. The girl needs to get home."

Bocchi glanced at the clock, panicked, and jerked on her clothes. "Oh, no. I need to hurry."

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After sprinting three blocks with her guitar strapped to her back, Bocchi hopped into the exact same train car she took the day before. She wasn't disappointed to find Mike sitting in his usual spot by the window.

When he waved and said, "Hi, Bocchi," she looked away, blushing. When he pulled out his microphone, she dropped to her knees with a wide smile, and sucked the communication device into her mouth.

"How was your day?" Mike rubbed her head.

"Really good," Bocchi hummed around the dick. When Mike gasped, she hummed one of her band's newer songs into his microphone. Seconds after finishing, a torrent of cream filled Bocchi's mouth, bulging her cheeks. She cheerfully swallowed it down, relishing the taste. Then she licked her lips and sat next to him. "It was fun. My bandmates helped me play naked today."

Mike put his mic away and zipped up his pants. "No kidding? And you're okay with that?"

"I was terrified at first, so Ryo and Kita stripped me and Nijika tied me up. She used zip ties, which is funny because the name of our band is Kessoku Band—"

"Which means zip tie," Mike finished the sentence with a laugh.

"Anyways, I basically just stood there for the first song."

"In your birthday suit and kessoku bands?"

"Pretty much."

"That's a sight I'd love to see."

"That's what the girls think too. They say guys are really into that kind of thing, and if I play naked, we'll get a lot more of you to the shows."

"Did they eventually untie you?"

Bocchi flushed bright red. "They did… um… after I relaxed."

"I guess playing naked isn't so bad once you get over the shock."

"No, it wasn't bad at all. In fact, I played better than ever." She blinked her eyes. "Hey, this is strange."

"What is?"

"I'm having absolutely no trouble talking to you. That's never happened to me before."

Mike pointed to one of the guys seated at the front of the cab. "How would you feel about going up to that man and talking to him?"

Bocchi hugged herself. "I think I'd rather die. I'm not good with strangers."

"You're good with me."

"I know, right? I wonder why."

"It's because of how we communicate."

Bocchi giggled. "Via boner conduction."

"When's your next gig?" Mike asked.

"In a couple of weeks, we're playing at the Lost Cork."

"Are you going to play naked?"

"That's up to our leader, Nijika. I think Kita and Ryo will want me to play naked for sure."

"Then I'm going to come as your number one fan and bodyguard."

"Why would I need a bodyguard?"

"You really don't have any experience with men, do you?"

"None at all. But it would be nice to have a fan again. I used to have two really awesome fans, but they went off to college in Osaka after we all graduated."

Mike and Bocchi exchanged numbers.

"Keep me posted, okay?" He rose as the train came to a stop. "Goodbye, Bocchi. See you soon."

"Goodbye, Mike. I hope so."