Embarrassed Men in Underwear (EUM)

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Thank you to everyone who got me to 250 likes!

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Decided to take up magic and perform at a talent show, and the disappearance act didn’t go as planned…

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Was Playing some strip poker with a group of buddies (guys and girls). I was the only one who had to strip down to my underwear with how many hands I lost.

To make me feel worse, all the guys took their pants off, even though none of them were losing hands, just to show off their boxers/boxer-briefs and show all the ladies I was the only one wearing tighty Whities.

They wouldn’t even give me my clothes back at the end of the night, so I had to get an Uber home dressed like this, which the Uber driver took a picture of (this picture).

Doesn’t help that they posted this online and I continued to be the laughing stock of the whole internet, and now my friend group.

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I can’t count how many times I’ve had my clothes stolen. This time 3 punks decided to mug me and take my clothes.

“Nice undies, loser!” One said.

“He’s probably a virgin!” The second one said.

“Have a fun walk home, virgin!” The last one said.

And boy did many people get to see my “fun” walk home.

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Jimmy and Clark are taking a couples photo. Though Jimmy decides to make the picture a little more interesting.

A comm for NelpasW on Twitter

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I was on the treadmill at the gym when a cute girl noticed me and smiled. Me wanting to make her laugh and showboat a bit, I started jogging backwards on the treadmill. But, being the clumsy person I am I lost my footing and landing on my butt, and falling off the treadmill.

My shirt and shorts ended up getting twisted into the treadmill and before I could even react….

RRRRIIIIPPPP!

Within two seconds the treadmill basically ate my clothes, and I was sitting on the floor in my underwear, socks and shoes. What’s worse was I was wearing these white briefs decorated with various animals!

Nearly the whole gym noticed my wardrobe malfunction and I hear an uproar of laughter!

“Nice toddler briefs, dork!” A gym goer said.

I immediately got up and booked it off of the gym, trying to conceal my briefs from the people watching and taking pictures.

One things for certain…I did make the cute girl laugh.

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Playing some strip poker with a group of buddies (guys and girls). I was the only one who had to strip down to my underwear with how many hands I lost.

To make me feel worse, all the guys took their pants off, even though none of them were losing hands, just to show off their boxers/boxer-briefs and show all the ladies I was the only one wearing tighty Whities.

They didn’t even give me my clothes back at the end of the night, so I had to take an Uber home in just my white briefs.

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This was before I got better at my job as collection agent, and it was the most embarrassing experience of my career!

This man, Mr. Ahern, didn’t return my phone calls and when I did catch him at home, he told me he was not liable for his ex-wife’s debts and just hung up on me. So I’d have to show up in person to explain that he had co-signed and so on. I was just in my early 20s at the time, but I knew most people are frightened by bill collectors because we can use legal means to seize their property. I figured an in-person visit would change this gentleman’s mind, so I left him a message saying I’d drop by his apartment at 10AM next Tuesday.

The address was one of those old rooming houses or retirement hotels a few blocks below Hollywood Boulevard. When I pressed the buzzer, I was admitted to a dusty old lobby with a middle-aged man at the reception desk and four or five older gentlemen sitting on the sofas. Guys with nothing to do.

“Mr. Ahern is in apartment 401,” the receptionist said with a smile.

They were all smiling. I figured I look quite professional in my plaid shirt, eyeglasses, and neatly pressed chinos—a lot sharper than them, and with a manila folder of business papers under my arm.

But there was no friendliness in 401.

Ahern opened the door and said “I told you I’m not

paying you a damned cent. I advise you to just get out of here. If you insist on coming into

my home, you’re responsible for what happens next.”

I stepped in and placed the file of papers on a living room table.

“Oh, I didn’t know you had company." I said.

Besides Ahern, there was a short but muscular fellow standing there in a black T-shirt and jeans. Ahern himself was a clean-cut middle aged man but still in his blue pajamas.

When I shook hands with Ahern, he said, “Meet Buster.”

Buster shook my hand but didn’t let go. In fact, he pulled me towards him and spun me around to face Mr. Ahern, and grabbed both of my arms behind my back.

“Thank you, Buster,” said Mr. Ahern. “Now, mister bill-collector, you’re going to see how I deal with pests who waste my time.”

“Look, sir, I only need ten minutes of your time to explain things and get your signature,” I said. “There is no need for rough stuff.” (Did he think I’d never seen a pissed-off deadbeat before??)

To my shock, Mr. Ahern didn’t make a fist or threaten me. He started unbuckling my belt, unbuttoned my pants, and unzipped them. When I pulled back in surprise and started to struggle, they dropped down to my shoes.

“What the heck are you doing?!:” I said. “Are you crazy or something?”

My white jockey briefs were exposed!

He didn’t answer, but started unbuttoning my shirt from top to bottom, and pushed it back, off my shoulders. Unfortunately, I was not wearing a T-shirt so I was pretty much in my underpants, with my shirt and chinos draped or awkwardly falling off. Buster released my arms long enough for my shirt to fall off my arms, and they both marched me over to a long couch, slowly because I couldn’t walk easily with my pants

down. Mr. Ahern sat there and pulled me over his lap, and started spanking me!

“Uh, sir, I’m a little confused here” I said. “I’m not in the wrong apartment, am I? What the heck do you think you’re doing?? You can’t do this to me!”

“Oh, it’s definitely the wrong apartment for a stuck-up little jerk like you, but you were warned,” he said.

While he was smacking the seat of my briefs with his hand, Buster was crouching down and fiddling around at my ankles. I hated being touched down there.

“Your friend is trying to take my shoes off!” I complained. “Tell him to cut it out.”

“He’s not removing your shoes, he is removing your pants.”

“WHAT?” I yelled in disbelief.

But in fact, one of my legs was suddenly free, and then the other. This pants- down spanking had become a pants-off spanking. After a few more minutes of painful

spanking, Ahern grabbed my arm and made me stand up.

So there I was with all my clothes off. I straightened my glasses, which were all I was wearing except for my underpants and my socks and shoes!

“Well, are you sorry you didn’t listen when I told you to get out of here? Now get out!” Mr. Ahern yelled wine he pointed towards the door.

I looked around. There was no sign of my clothes!

“I can’t leave here like this!” I almost

wailed. “How am I supposed to get back to my office?”

“Not my problem, tough guy. Now get going.” He said in a calm but firm tone.

It was a standoff for a few minutes, with the two of them grinning at my pathetic appearance in just my tighty-whities and obviously scared and worried. But I wasn’t giving up so easily.

“I absolutely refuse to leave here without my clothes. I’m not going anywhere until you return my pants and shirt, and apologize.” I told them firmly.

But they were unfazed and almost started laughing.

“Did you hear that, Buster? He doesn’t want to leave.” Mr. Ahern said. “He wants to spend all day here with us, to find out what we do to pesky bill collectors in their underwear. Did I hear you right? You want to spend the day in here with us? That’s fine with me!”

He reached out and tweaked one of my nipples. I hated that!

“OK, OK, I’ll go.” I said.

Then I had a new idea.

“But you’ll never get away with this.” I said. “I passed

through the lobby and the guy at reception saw me, and five other men. They know exactly who I was going to see—I have witnesses! So if you want to stay out of trouble, you’d better return my clothes!”

That really amused them.

“You’re a riot, Four Eyes.” He says with a chuckle. “I’ve been bragging to them all week that a pesky bill collector might come, and how I was going to beat him up and send him home in his boxer shorts, stripped and humiliated. Why else do you think they were all waiting

down there? And they’ll be waiting now to see you leave here cut down to size, in your underwear. But not in boxers—it’s an extra bonus that you’re in those little-boy briefs.”

Shucks! I’d been set up. No wonder they all had those sly smiles on their faces. And I had nothing to cover myself with except my file folder. I tried to take it off the table but Ahern stopped me.

“Leave that there. I’ll look it over.” He says, knowing that the folder was my only resort to covering up. “If you want it back, or your pants, call me this afternoon

and I’ll give you instructions. Now goodbye, Four Eyes, unless you want some serious trouble.”

Gosh, that sinking feeling as I left in my underpants and heard the door close and lock behind me! I walked down the staircase, and when I reached the last flight of stairs into the lobby, I heard someone call out, “Hey, here he comes!”

They could see me coming slowly down the stairs, first my shoes and white crew socks, and I could hear the laughter start as my bare, pants-less legs appeared as I descended, and then my white jockey shorts, and my bare torso. The five guys were laughing like hell, and the receptionist looked very amused.

“Wow, he got you good! Cute undies, mister!” said one guy.

“You jerks knew what he was going to do! You at least could have warned me!” I snapped back.

“Hey easy, there, mister, watch your language. And just move along here and leave.” The receptionist said.

I was so mad and embarrassed with all these characters enjoying the sight of me in my briefs that I couldn’t hold in another outburst.

“FUCKERS! It’s your fault I lost all my clothes up there!” I yelled.

“I said watch your language, pal!” The receptionist yelled back.

He then walked over to me from behind his desk and gave me

such a hard shove that I almost fell over backwards. This was just like high school—pantsed and bullied, after being called Four Eyes.

“This is a respectable place and you cannot hang

around in here in your underwear. Now get out!” The receptionist said.

For the second time in ten minutes, I was being ordered to leave someplace in just my underpants, but this time it was out into the big bad world, out in public.

“OK, I’ll go.” I said. “I’m just saying, I walked in to your ‘respectable’ building on legitimate business, and with all my clothes on, and you all knew your ‘respectable’ neighbor in apartment 401 planned to strip me all along.”

“Out!” The receptionist shouted. “And if you try to come back here, I’ll call the police and who will charge you with trespassing and indecent exposure.”

So amid this humiliating combination of being laughed at, lectured, and threatened (which would have been embarrassing enough if I were dressed!) I pushed open the door and stepped out into the hot sunshine of Yucca Avenue.

Hollywood Boulevard is the craziest street in LA, always full of tourists and performers dressed up like superheroes and Disney characters, but I still drew plenty of attention running down the sidewalk in my white Y-front briefs and nerdy glasses. And yes, more than one tourist yelled out:

“Look! He’s dressed like Tom Cruise in Risky Business! Hey mister can I take a selfie with you!?”

The worst part was reaching street corners where I had to stop and stand there until the light changed. I would estimate that more than a thousand strangers saw me in humiliated in public in my underwear, and almost half of those took pictures.

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Later on, I called Mr. Ahern and he made me describe in detail my embarrassing walk back to my office. Then he gave me my instructions:

“I will keep the file of papers and your clothes for 24 hours. After that I will destroy the papers and donate your clothes to a thrift shop. You might want to write down the instructions, because I will not repeat them and if you do not follow them 100 percent, there will be consequences. Come back here tomorrow morning. You must be dressed exactly as you were when you left today—white Jockey briefs, shoes and those stupid white socks, no undershirt. Nothing more. When you are buzzed in, you will announce to everyone in the lobby that you are the fag loser who tried to mess with Mr. Ahern yesterday. Those exact words, even if there are 50 people in the lobby instead of five. Of course, I’ll be too busy to see you and I will tell the desk that you must wait in the lobby. You will wait there at least 30 minutes. Then I will call down and say you may come up. You’ll have a chance to earn your clothes back. It won’t be easy. And if you fail to show up

tomorrow, we have some charming pictures of you Buster took while you were over my lap. I’m sure your boss will enjoy those. Have a nice day.”

He hung up.

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Just when I thought when I was getting over the humiliation of being stripped to my briefs by teenagers, I happen to run into those same teenagers at the grocery store. They immediately came up to me and pulled my jeans straight down (why didn’t I wear a belt?) revealing my white briefs.

“Tighty whities again Dude!” One teen said. “I guess you didn’t learn from the first time.”

Before I could react, the other teen pulled my shirt over my head, so I couldn’t see or move my arms. They pushed me to the ground, and one teen grab my shirt while the other grab my jeans and in one swift motion, my clothes we completely removed, leaving me on the floor in my JCPenney tighty Whities, socks, and shoes. When I was trying to get up, I ended up on all fours with my brief-clad butt facing the teens.

“Oh my gosh! Those briefs are huge!” one teen said, and then gave my rear a smack.

By the time I got up, I was surrounded by dozens of people who are all pointing and laughing.

“Nice undies nerd!” One college aged girl said.

“Isn’t that the same dude on the internet running around in his tighty Whities again?!”

“Mommy, that man is in his undies—he wears the same kind that I do.” A boy (who looked no older than 5 years old) yelled.

This made everyone laugh even harder. I try to use my hands and cross my legs to cover my underpants, but then decided it was best to just make a run for it, but not without receiving a wedgie from the teens!

You can imagine what the run home was like 😳

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Yesterday, I was walking down the street after going to the gym and two teenage boys snuck up behind me and pulled my gym shorts down, revealing my skimpy white briefs. They burst into laughter.

“Tighty whities? Really?” One teenage boy said.

Before I could even respond, the other teenager lifted my t-shirt over my head so I couldn’t see or move my arms while the other lightly shoved me, forcing me to walk right out of my shorts. He then fully removed my shirt, leaving me in the middle of the sidewalk in nothing but my underwear.

One of them picked up my shirt and removed my wallet, opened it up and took the $20 bill that was in there. He presumably got a look at the birthdate on my license

“Dude you’re almost 30, but still wear those?” He mocked, “I haven’t worn those since I was five!”

They both started taking picture of me with their phones before running off with my clothes—thankfully leaving my wallet, keys, and phone though.

I was forced to make the rest of my 10 minute walk back to my apartment in my underpants, with people laughing and taking pictures on the way home.

I finally got back to my apartment and went right to bed to sleep off the humiliation I had just gone through, hoping that would be the end of it.

This morning I wake up to check on social media that videos and pictures of me in my tighty Whities were trending, including the meme above posted by one of the teenagers to took my clothes.

All day I’ve been getting texts and messages from friends, and co-workers, making fun of my tighty Whities and some even calling me an exhibitionist—one even called me a “kinky perv.”

Please don’t make fun of me and write comments (but seriously feel free to 😉)

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It was Monday 7:55am. CRAP! I had forgotten to set my alarm! I had a job interview over Zoom at 8am! I quickly roll out of bed and went to my desk and opened my laptop. I checked my email for the Zoom link the interviewer sent me, and I clicked on it, which automatically opened the Zoom program and I was now in the chat lobby. “You are the first one here popped up” on the screen.

“Phew…” I made it. Then I remembered I was in only my underpants! I needed to get dressed, since it was a video interview!

“Crap!” I got out of my chair and looked at the big basket of laundry I had done the night before—I let out a heavy sigh, because all of my work clothes were in there. I got out of my chair, and bent over to try and find my work clothes, at least for a shirt. As I started to frantically find some clothes, the female interview enters the zoom call…however I was too focused on finding clothes that I hadn’t noticed. I also had turned on my camera as well, so the all the interviewer could see was my underwear clad butt right up near the camera.

Now, this wouldn’t had been so bad if I was wearing my usual boxers, but in additional to having no work clothes from the day before, I also had no boxers, so I had to worn a pair of joke underwear a friend gave me last Christmas—WHITE BRIEFS WITH YELLOW DUCKIES!

“Mr. (My last name)!” I heard a feminine voice coming out of my monitor speaker.

I turned around to see my interviewer—who was going to be my supervisor get the job—in complete shock.

“Ahh!” I screamed and quickly jumped back into my seat to conceal my briefs. “I’m so sorry…I was just getting dre..”

She interrupted. “I don’t want to hear it! I will not accept such unprofessional behavior during an interview…If you don’t even have the decency to put on clothes for an interview, or at least some more flattering underwear, then you certainly are not fit to work here.

“But, but…”

“Goodbye, Mr. (Last name), and may I suggest you lose the kindergarten briefs?!”

The screen does black meaning she ended the call.

I crawled back into bed, still in my briefs, and hoped to forgot about this embarrassing moment.

Later that day, I was scrolling through Reddit to find some job interviewing tips when I stumbled upon a subreddit dedicated to funny/weird job interviews. I click on the trending post, and the first running I see is a picture of my butt covered in the infamous ducky briefs, along with a few other screen grabs with my face in it. The title was DO NOT INTERVIEW THIS MAN! The post went on to say what transpired, claiming I was some “weird kinky perv” and to not interview me, and even included my name and other information. What’s worse we’re some of the comments:

“Ewww! Invest is some new underwear, you weirdo!”

“Rubber Ducky, you’re definitely NOT the one [getting a job]”

“The title should be—‘DON’T INTERVIEW THIS MAN CHILD’”

“Are you sure he’s not some overgrown 5-year-old?”

These were just some of the many comments I saw.

What’s worse was that I had a few job interviews coming up that suddenly canceled on me, and while most simply just said they found somebody else, a couple brought up the leaked pictures and cracked jokes about my choice in underwear.

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I Was clothes shopping at Walmart and trying on clothes. I stripped down to my underwear—Stafford full-cut white briefs—and just as I was bending over, a cute college-aged girl walked in while my briefs-clad butt was sticking out in front of her. She holds in her laughter and pulls out her phone to take this picture while I hadn’t noticed yet. She bursts into laughter.

“Nice tighty Whities, Dude!” She yelled.

I yelp and try to cover myself.

“Get out!” I yelled.

“Dude, why are you tighty Whities so huge?” She said. “You somehow look like a 7yo and 70yo at the same time”.

She started to take more pictures of me.

“Hey! Stop! Get out so I can get dressed!” I yelled.

She noticed my jeans and t-shirt laying in the corner, and she swiped them.

“Come get your clothes, dork!” She then ran off.

“Get back here!” I started to run after her.

I’m now running through Walmart wearing nothing but my white crew socks and tighty Whities. Some people are shocked while others are laughing at my humiliation. Just as I was about to catch up to her, I end up slipping and fall on my butt. The laughter grew louder and some people were even clapping.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse. A female Walmart employee, who looked to be middle aged, approached me still sitting on the floor, not looking very amused.

“Sir, I’m going to have to ask you to leave!” She said in a very firm tone.

“But…what about my clothes?” I asked, panicked.

“Well, you should’ve thought of that before running around in your underpants.” She said, with a bit of sass.

We argued for about another minute while everyone was staring at us, most of them had their phones out, taking pictures or recording video. I eventually realized there was no winning this, and I had to leave the store and make the three mile trek home in my white socks and briefs.

The next day, I saw that I was viral on YouTube and nearly every social media platforms. There are dozens, if not hundreds, of videos and pictures of me in my tighty Whities on the internet now. This picture of my brief-clad butt that college girl took when I was in the dressing room is definitely one of the most popular. I won’t be able to live this down.

But seriously, Feel free to make fun of me and my underwear choice 😉

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That moment you lock yourself out of your hotel room…in your underwear…during a work conference…on the one day you wore these briefs…