You didn't read the fine print on your contract to appear and compete on the new Who Wants to be a Millionaire? revival.
Your run in the hot seat started strong. You got twelve of the fifteen questions right, and you'd only used one of your lifelines (Ask the Audience).
But question thirteen stumped you. You made a guess, and the host, one of those muscly Avengers actors in a form fitting suit, oohed sympathetically.
"Not correct," the Avengers actor said, grinning wide. "That means you have to take one article of your clothing."
All the Avengers actor did in response was point at your seat, where a small hook attached to a large spool of thread had attached your suit coat. You watched in horror as you realized that the hook was unspooling your suit jacket. Within seconds, the buttons on your suit jacket thudded to the ground, your jacket completely unwoven and gone.
"What the hell man?" you asked trying to stand.
"You either leave a millionaire or you leave butt naked," the Avengers actor said, a meaty hand on your chest holding you in your seat. "It's how we're making sure our reboot gets views. Now make your second guess."
"My second guess?" you asked.
"You get to answer each question as many times as it takes to get it right," the Avengers actor said. "But you gotta be careful."
"I'd like to opt out now," you said.
"No can do, my man." The Avengers actor said. "Second guess. Go!"
You made a second guess. The host beamed, the chair's hook latched onto your tie. The audience cheered as your tie was reduced to a new spool of thread.
"Bad luck, my man," the Avengers actor said. "Now you've got a fifty-fifty shot."
"I'd like to use my fifty-fifty, lifeline," you said, knowing that even now you couldn't make an educated guess between your last two options.
"Are you sure?" the host asked.
"Alrighty then," the host said, beaming to the audience. "As we all know, if a contestant uses a lifeline to come back from a wrong answer, there are costs. Carol, tell us the costs to the lifelines in circumstances like this."
"You got it," Carol, the Avenger's beautiful assistant said. "When a contestant uses a lifeline to recover from a missed answer here are the costs: Because a fifty-fifty lifeline guarantees the contestant gets the right answer, it costs fifty percent of the contestant's remaining clothing. For poll the audience, the contestant is required to give every audience member an article of their clothing, and don't you worry, our crew has collected everything from your closet back home. For phone a friend, both you and the friend you call will be stripped completely naked for your full-body video call. The contestant will get whatever clothing they have left back after their phone call."
"Thanks Carol," the Avengers actor said. "Fifty-fifty. Let's go."
"Wait!" You shouted, but too late. The chair latched a hook into both of your socks, and your shirt. As you heard the plink, plink, plink of your shirts buttons against the soundstage floor, you felt a clamp grab and pull your left shoe off your foot.
In seconds, you sat bare chested, with one barefoot in front of the audience. At least you got the right answer, and you could move onto question fourteen.
Question fourteen was another stumper. You guessed wrong, and felt the clamp grab and pull off your second shoe.
"It's getting really exciting now, isn't it?" The Avengers actor asked the audience who yelled obscenities that made you blush.
You did the math. If you guessed wrong. You'd still have your underwear. But you had one more question after this. Question fifteen. The hardest question.
If you polled the audience, you weren't sure that you had enough clothing to go around.
"I'd like to phone a friend," you said, already knowing it would be hella awkward.
"Alrighty, if you'll just remove your pants and underwear and leave them there on that chair," the Avengers actor said, "we've got our agents confirming that your friend is ready on the other end of the line."
Carol, pulled down a screen from the ceiling big enough for the audience, to see every detail of the friend you were about to call. They whooped as you stood, and hastily shucked yourself of the rest of your clothing, praying this would be a fast phone call.
Your dad answered on the first ring. His naked body large enough that his cock was directly at your eye level. You turned bright red from your cheeks to your toes as you looked at your father's naked body, and knew that he was seeing your naked body for the first time since you'd become a man.
The Avengers actor stalled, reading the question to your dad slowly, while you and your dad stood in front of cameras recording all of your naked glory.
"Don't worry guys," the Avengers actor said, grinning at you. "We've got censor bars over the goods. We are still on American television afterall."
You breathed a sigh of relief, as the actor read the question one more time to your dad. Your dad told you the right answer, and then, thankfully, his naked body disappeared and Carol was putting the screen away.
"Alrighty then, get those pants and briefs, sorry for the spoiler ladies and gentlemen, back on that ass of yours and let's keep playing."
You dressed quickly and settled back into your seat. You gave the answer your dad suggested, trying to stop yourself from picturing his dick and low hanging balls.
"That's correct!" the actor shouted! "Final question."
The final question was impossible. You knew you got it wrong the moment you opened your mouth for you first answer. You watched as your pants dissolved into thread, revealing ankle, then calf, then thigh, then the black of your briefs. Your belt, zipper, and button thudded to the sound stage around you. And you sat in just your underwear, your cock outlined perfectly for the audience to gawk at.
"Great pair of legs, if you ask me," the host said to appreciative laughter.
Your heart pounded as you took your second guess.
The audience fell silent. The host wore a straight face.
And then, the host cracked a grin as the hook lodged itself into the waistband of your briefs.
"Bad luck!" He shouted over the cheering of the audience.
In seconds your underwear was nothing more than the smallest ball of thread on the chairs armrest, and you could feel the cold of the seat against your ass and testicles.
Your dick started to harden as your face flushed at this exposure that wasn't reversible. You knew you'd have to stand and shake hands with the Avengers actor, all while your dick swung in front of the hundred or so audience members watching.
"It's not over yet though, mate," The actor said with his biggest grin. "You've got two options, one lifeline, and one camera privacy censor that we can still turn off so all of America gets to see you completely exposed."
"No way," you said shaking your head.
"Yes way," the actor said beaming.
With the economy what it was and the nostalgia gripping the nation, you knew most of America really would be watching. If the censor disappeared, everyone in the nation would know what every inch of your body looked like.
You knew it was stupid. But once you got the million dollar question right, clothes were replaceable. Your dignity was not.
"I'd like to use my final lifeline," you said, gritting your teeth.
"It looks like everyone here is leaving with a souvenir" The actor shouted, as ushers began filing through the rows, handing out your clothing.
Even if you had anything left, which you seriously doubted, there was no way they'd leave you anything but your socks.
You sat for twenty minutes watching your clothing get handed out, while the Avenger's actor grinned at you, and your dick, which had become fully erect from the attention pulsed.
"Alright, those poll answers have come in, now," the actor said, showing you the graph that showed an 80/20 split between the answers. "And for the viewers at home who are curious, it looks like our contestant didn't lose all his clothes today. He'll be returning with one dress sock!"
The audience laughed the loudest you'd heard yet. Which should have given you an idea about their levels of trustworthiness. But it didn't. You gave the host the audience's preferred answer, which in hindsight you realized was absolutely a trap.
"Editors, unblur this man's penis!" the actor shouted.
And even though you knew you were already naked. Even though nothing physically changed. It was enough. The thrill. The shame. The attention. The whooping audience. The hotness of the host in his skin tight suit. The fact that you'd be returning home with a single dress sock. The memory of your dad standing in front of you completely naked. It all caught up to you, and you came.
You moaned as the thick white exploded from the tip of your cock, and launched across splattering across the Avenger's actor's tight chest.
You gasped, as the last waves dribbled down your length, and as you heard the audience screaming, out of control.
"It looks like we have our premier episode!" The Actor said, looking down at the cum on his tight shirt. "And it looks like you don't have to worry about going home without much clothing to your name! Everyone you know will already have seen you naked by the time you get home!"
