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Brotherly Love Language: Pranks (18+)
Happy Anniversary pt1
I missed you all, and I missed these characters. I hope you enjoy this one. I know I regularly do.
Neil looked up at the resort booked for his and Ash’s first anniversary, raised an eyebrow and couldn’t help but feel a swelling of pride in his heart and crotch. This place had come highly recommended, and Neil could see why: secluded and surrounded by tropical and lush nature, steamy with humidity and apparently swarming with sexy specimens everywhere. Ash looked back at Neil gazing up at the place and its surrounds in his white shirt sticking to his torso, red board shorts and black sandals, smiled a loving smile that disguised a wicked scheme, and beckoned him into the entrance so they could check in.
“Ah, yes” said the stud at the front desk, “our happy couple celebrating…what is that seven gay years together?” and winked at them before all three shared a chuckle. “And I believe we’ve got some pretty exciting things planned?” he said, looking at Ash, who looked at Neil and said “Absofuckinglutely” in a way that made Neil’s knees go weak. Ash was by far the most beautiful person inside and out Neil had ever met, and he still couldn’t believe they’d become a couple. He couldn’t wait to get some privacy with the love of his life.
It seemed Ash had similar plans, for no sooner had they unpacked in their private bungalow, Ash emerged from the walk-in wardrobe, coyly with their hands behind their back, walking over to kiss Neil, first gently, then more earnestly, then hungrily, deepening the connection, pressing the full length of both bodies together. Jelly-legged, Neil was easily maneuvred and pushed back onto the bed, and Ash kicked off the anniversary celebrations by tearing the velcro on his boardshorts and pulling them down his legs, over his feet and flinging them away. Ash crawled onto the bed to straddle Neil, whose dick was straining in his white trunks. Neil sat up to kiss Ash ravenously, who responded by pulling roughly at his white shirt, popping buttons and ripping fabric until it came off in discarded shreds. Neil slid his hands down the back of Ash’s shorts, reaching for a tender hole, but was pushed back down to lying on the bed. Ash reached into a pocket and pulled out something Neil wasn’t expecting: handcuffs!
“Well, this is a first!” he laughed, bewildered, but absolutely excited
“Happy Anniversary, baby” came Ash’s response before leaning in to kiss Neil while pulling his hands up to the bedhead and cuffing his wrists to it. Ash sat back, grinding into Neil’s crotch while showing him the key, tantalising him by rubbing it all over their body, before there was a knock at the door. Ash sighed and climbed off Neil to get the door.
“Babe?!” Neil called, knowing that whoever was on the other side of the door would get a view to his predicament, including tented briefs with a very damp patch on them.
Nonetheless, Ash opened the door and said brightly, “just in time!! Come on through!”
Neil was mortified and completely bamboozled! “Ash!” he cried out before realising the visitor was the front desk dude, but he wasn’t alone. About four men followed and walked quite casually into the room, looking upon Neil, cuffed in his underwear. His dick was under the impression a big orgy was in store, and hardened up, but Neil’s brain wasn’t so sure.
His heart sank and cock shrunk as he heard Ash say cheerily, “head on through fellas, it should all be in the wardrobe”, and to Neil’s amazement all five men headed into the walk-in wardrobe and emerged carrying all the belongings he’d brought - most notably all of his clothes! He sputtered and struggled against his handcuffs but was rendered mostly speechless by the situation unfolding - in a matter of seconds, four of the men had quite casually left the room with everything he had to wear and work and entertain himself with. As the front desk man left carrying shoes and underwear, Ash directed him to collect the discarded board shorts and scraps of shirt. “Oh wait!” called Ash, coming over to Neil purposefully, who started shaking his head, realising what Ash was about to do, even if his mouth wouldn’t function. He stared with horror as Ash grabbed hold of Neil’s trunks and pulled them in swift, smooth motion off his body, leaving him completely naked. Ash passed the trunks to the front desk man, who was brazenly staring at Neil’s bronze tradesman body, sturdy feet, up wriggling legs, flopping cock and balls which he was trying to conceal by rolling away and baring his round ass cheeks clenching, tense abs, squashed pecs, bulging arms trying to get themselves free from the handcuffs. Then with a bite of his lip and a twitch of his hips, the man was gone, just in time for Neil to get his powers of speech back.
“What the fuck, Ash?! What the fucking fuck is going on!?!?!”
“Tut tut my love” cooed Ash, “that’s no way to speak to your lover on your anniversary weekend. Especially when they’ve got the key”
“Let me out of these cuffs right now, Ash”
“Sure honey, but that’s not the key I’m talking about”
And with that, Ash produced from another pocket, a device of several bars and a ring. Neil’s heart rate levelled up, looking down at his dick, which had shrunk considerably in all the confusion and humiliation.
“Ash, baby, what are you doing?”
But Ash was focused on the task of gently placing Neil’s balls and shaft into the chastity device and locking it. After inspecting that everything was in place, Ash leant down to plant a kiss on Neil’s taint, stirring his cock to press against the bars.
“Neil, my love, I’m about to give you an anniversary weekend you’ll never forget”
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Man pantsed during prank by coworkers
Location: USA 🇺🇸 Year: 2017 Genre: Walked of shame
White young man was pranked by his coworkers: he agreed to take part in so called "airplane prank", where he was supposed to be tied to a machine that lifts him up. But one guy decided to pull down his pants and underwear when the man was already in the air. He flew all the warehouse with his ass out, while he's coworkers were dying from laughter.
At first, the pranked guy was very excited and joyful about his upcoming adventure. Soon enough the adventure turned into a nightmare...
The pantsed man had his hands tied to the wooden board and he was being lifted up by the lift. Everyone bursted laughing.
The man was trying to cover his dick by pulling his legs up and flying like this: arms spreaded, pants down, flashing red light on his forehead. The humiliation was reaching it's top level.
The pantsed man was flying very high for almost a minute. They even gave him a little bit of acceleration during his flight.
During the landing, the man had to eventually let go his legs down and exposed his dick to his coworkers. They let him hang there for a while before putting him down.
We identified at least 6 men involved into the pranking, that witnessed the humiliation of his coworker:
camera man
lift operator
guy who pulled down his pants
black guy who introduces the prank
two men in the back filming and recording
Luke and the Magician
(A story for ENMStoryPic)
For the past three years, Luke had been putting himself through college by taking the odd modeling job. He certainly had the looks for it. Tall, with broad shoulders and a becomingly narrow waist, Luke was blessed with thick brown hair and a handsome face. A love of physical fitness led to a challenging work out every day and as a result, Luke was nicely muscled with a well-developed chest and strong arms. Despite his good looks and burgeoning modeling career, Luke had somehow managed to stay very modest. In fact, he was a little embarrassed by the attention he got from his peers at the college whenever his modeling career came up. So it was with some trepidation that Luke accepted a rather unusual job offer. According to the offer and its accompanying contract, he was to be a “lovely magician’s assistant” at an on-campus magic show on Friday night. Apparently, all that was needed was that Luke stand on stage with the magician - some guy unimaginatively named the Mysterious Marvel – and pass him various props while making appropriately amazed sounds after some lame trick or other. Luke didn’t have a very high opinion of so-called “magicians” and he certainly wasn’t eager to trot around onstage in front of his classmates, but the proposed money was simply too good to turn down.
The magician had supplied Luke with his costume for the evening, which consisted of a white dress shirt and black pants. Both the pants and shirt were tight and clung firmly to Luke’s well-shaped body. The pants in particular were made of some clingy fabric which molded especially well to the bulge of his ass and cock. As he surveyed himself in the mirror, Luke blushed a little, wishing that the costume was a little looser. With its form-fitting silhouette, there was no way Luke would be able to wear his regular baggy boxer shorts underneath. Instead, he opted for a pair of tight black boxer briefs.
Appropriately attired, Luke headed across campus to the Performing Arts Centre. Outside on a large billboard was a sign proclaiming tonight’s sold out show by “the Mysterious Marvel!” Its bold yellow lettering promised an evening of magical thrills and delights. The main stage where the show was being held could fit close to 500 people. From what Luke could tell, all 500 were eager for a show. Out front, there was a large queue of people already lining up to get in to the auditorium. Luke began to feel the first fluttering of nerves in his stomach. He hadn’t realized there would be so many of his classmates here!
Slipping around back to the performer’s entrance, Luke introduced himself to the security guard waiting at the door. Peering at him over the edges of her dark sunglasses, she gave him the once over, glancing appreciatively at the prominent bulge in the front of his pants. Blushing a fierce shade of red under her scrutiny, Luke shifted his stance and blocked her view with a hand. Unperturbed, the security guard snorted and ushered Luke down a long hallway into the wings of the theatre. Backstage, she introduced Luke to the Mysterious Marvel, who turned out to be a handsome guy in his mid-thirties with a well-muscled body and olive-colored skin.
“Luke, thank goodness you’re here!” the man said with a handshake. “We haven’t got any time to lose. The show is just about to start! Now, there’s nothing to worry about, my boy, this will be simple. Just do as I say and everything will be fine.” Licking his lips, Marvel took a moment to look Luke over appreciatively. “I see you got the costume I sent over. Excellent; everything seems to fit perfectly.” Marvel struggled to keep his composure. He couldn’t believe his luck! Standing in front of him was one of the most attractive men he had ever seen, just waiting to do whatever he said as his assistant. Marvel had never imagined such a sexy young guy would get the job and he immediately began mentally revising his act to take full advantage of this happy situation. Grinning from ear to ear, the magician grabbed Luke by a well-muscled arm and dragged the startled guy out under the bright lights of centre stage.
In the very brief time Luke had been backstage with Marvel, it seemed as though the auditorium had filled to bursting. Each and every seat was filled and there were even some people standing along the walls. The crowd thundered into applause as the Mysterious Marvel took the stage with his handsome assistant. Looking out into the theatre, Luke felt his stomach grow tight. The audience was huge - several hundred screaming people. Busy taking in the raucous crowd and trying to pay attention to the magician’s opening speech, Luke failed to notice that under the harsh glare of the spotlights his tight white dress shirt was nearly transparent. Through the flimsy material, the audience was treated to the sight of his shapely pecs, perky nipples, and washboard abs. Combined with the tightness of his pants and the prominence of his bulge, Luke was unknowingly causing quite a sensation. Unbeknownst to him, the audience tittered. The magician, still introducing his act to the crowd, took notice of the response and smiled.
Raising his hand, the Mysterious Marvel quieted the crowd. Luke stood behind him, unsure of his role. Marvel introduced himself and his “handsome helper” to the crowd and Luke just tried to stay out of the way. Before he knew it, Marvel was ready to begin the act in earnest. He started with a classic – card tricks. Pulling a deck from his pocket, Marvel fanned them out with a snap of his wrist, presenting them to Luke. “Pick a card,” he said slyly. “Any card.” Luke plucked one out a random: the three of spades. Handing it back, Marvel shuffled it back into the deck without looking at it. Tossing the cards from hand to hand in a wave, the magician made sure the deck was well shuffled before drawing a card. “Is this your card?” he asked dramatically, revealing the 10 of hearts.
Luke hesitated. He knew it wasn’t his card but he didn’t want to offend the magician and lose his job. Considering carefully, he finally shook his head.
“No?” Marvel turned to the audience incredulously. “Never fear, I’m sure I’ll find it somewhere!” Drawing Luke closer, the magician reached into the surprised boy’s left trouser pocket, drawing out a card, much to Luke’s confusion. Again, Marvel presented this card with a flourish. “Is this your card?” Glancing at the two of hearts, Luke once again had to shake his head as the audience laughed.
After tossing the incorrect card over his shoulder, the magician stuck a hand in Luke’s right pocket. His hand seemed to go much further than should be possible given the relatively small size of the pocket. Seemingly up to his elbow, Marvel’s shoulder was turning and twisting as he apparently searched the depths for Luke’s card. With his hand hidden from the crowd’s view, Marvel took this opportunity to feel the firmness of Luke’s thigh and leg. With a satisfied grunt, the magician finally succeeded in fishing out another card.
“Is THIS your card?” he asked Luke triumphantly, brandishing the seven of diamonds. Beginning to feel concerned that something had gone wrong with the trick, Luke mutely shook his head. The audience tittered, unsure if this was all part of the act or not.
“A stubborn one, is it?” Marvel rolled his shirtsleeves up to his elbows and rubbed his palms together. “Never fear, I’m sure I know just where to look!” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively at the audience and suddenly plunged a hand right down the front of his assistant’s pants. Luke yelped in surprise and tried to dance back but the magician’s arm in his pants kept him in place. Marvel’s hand roamed freely, lightly trailing over Luke’s bulge and discretely playing with the elastic waistband of his underwear.
“Yes! Yes, I think I feel it!” Marvel crowed to the audience. “I think I have it! Yes!” Tugging his arm out and raising his hand high over his head, Marvel had something clutched tightly in a fist. It certainly wasn’t a card, whatever it was. From the audience, it appeared to be some kind of black cloth… With a little bow and a satisfied smirk, the magician revealed Luke’s boxer briefs to the crowd. While the audience laughed and applauded, all the blood drained from Luke’s face and he gasped in shock.
The magician, feigning surprise, shook his head and made a clucking noise. “Dear me,” he said to the crowd. “That’s not right, is it? Best put those back!” For the second time that night he plunged his hands down Luke’s pants and rummaged around for what felt like ages to Luke. When the magician finally withdrew his hands, they were empty and Luke felt that his underwear was back in place.
Marvel was keen to keep the good times rolling. “For my next trick,” he announced in a loud, booming voice, “I will demonstrate for you all the power of telekinesis. That is, I will move an object with only the strength of my mind!” As the crowd murmured appreciatively, Marvel began his act in earnest. He waved his wand, scrunched up his face in a parody of concentration, and pointed at Luke. With a pop, all of the buttons on Luke’s shirt flew open, exposing his smooth chest to the audience. Startled, Luke stumbled back a few steps. How had the man done that?
As the audience applauded, the Mysterious Marvel grinned at Luke and decided to turn it up a notch. With another flick of his wrist and a wink, the man sent Luke’s pants sliding to the floor, once again revealing his black boxer briefs to the crowd. Luke immediately felt the heat come rushing to his face as he was completely embarrassed on stage. It had been embarrassing enough to have the Mysterious Marvel waving his shorts around in front of everyone but it was one hundred time worse to actually be seen in them! He consoled himself with the fact that his boxer briefs still covered quite a bit of skin. Another flick of the Mysterious Marvel’s wand sent Luke’s pants climbing back up his legs. Another three times the magician pulled Luke’s pants down and then back up as the audience laughed in delight. On the fourth try, when Luke’s pants were once again down at his ankles, he flicked his wrist, pointed… and nothing happened.
A frown on his face, the magician turned to the audience. “Dear me,” he said, “it seems as though the lad’s pants don’t want to come back up.” Luke bent down and tried to pull them up, but to no avail. His pants were stuck down at his ankles, held in place by some unseen force. Luke tugged frantically at the pants pooled around his ankles. They wouldn’t budge! He could hear the audience laughing at the show and felt himself growing more and more desperate. Marvel, however, was delighted. He was pleased to see what Luke had been hiding under his trousers and was thoroughly enjoying humiliating the poor stud in front of all these people.
“Please,” Luke cried out, turning to the magician. “Pull my pants back up! This is so embarrassing!”
Chuckling to himself, the Mysterious Marvel raised Luke’s pants with a flick of his fingers. “There you are, my boy,” he laughed, already planning his next trick. The audience had already picked up on a common theme behind each of the magician’s tricks and was eagerly awaiting his next move, keen to see how his gorgeous hunk of an assistant would be humiliated next.
Luke, for his part, was just so relieved to have his pants back up. He had already been embarrassed in front of a crowd twice now and his mind was reeling with the shock of it. He barely flinched when the Mysterious Marvel began his next trick by unfolding a large purple sheet. Decorated with silver stars and moons, it was large enough to cover a grown man from head to toe, as Marvel demonstrated by flinging it over Luke’s head. Completely covered by the sheet and in darkness, Luke could hear Marvel introduce this trick as “The Cloak of Invisibility”.
“When I say the magic words,” Marvel announced to the audience, “I will make my handsome assistant disappear right before your very eyes! Here we go!” Pulling out a wand from a pocket, the magician began reciting something in an unknown language. He finished the spell with a flourish, tapping his draped assistant on the head with wand to finish it off. “One, two, three!” The Mysterious Marvel counted down and grabbed the sheet, whirling it off Luke’s body.
The crowd was silent for a moment and then burst into laughter, cheers, and applause. Luke, momentarily stunned as his eyes readjusted to the bright lights on the stage, stood there blinking. The magician turned to the still cheering crowd and shrugged his shoulders. “Well,” he said slyly, “it wasn’t really what I had in mind but I suppose it will do. Something did vanish, after all!”
Confused, Luke glanced around from his place in centre stage. He had no idea what had happened. He could tell from the way every eye in the crowd was focused on him that he was still visible. He hadn’t vanished or been turned invisible, so what had the magician done? He turned towards Marvel, a question on his face. Marvel, with a smirk and an exaggerated gesture, simply pointed down. Following the magician’s finger, Luke finally noticed what had changed and screamed out loud.
He was naked. Stark naked. Completely naked, without a stitch of clothing on his body, and standing underneath a spotlight in front of hundreds of people. The magician’s trick hadn’t turned Luke invisible, but it had made his clothes disappear! Panicked, Luke’s blush burned his cheeks and his blood roared in his ears. It was almost loud enough to drown out the laughter. Almost. It could do nothing about the sight of a packed auditorium pointing and laughing at his naked body. Luke’s hands flew to cover his exposed cock and balls, shielding them from view.
Hunched over at the waist, Luke turned frantically to the magician. “Help me! Please! I’m naked! Oh God! Everyone can see me! Please!” A litany of pleas tumbled from his desperate lips. “Please!”
With a carefully nonchalant shrug of his shoulders, Marvel came unhurriedly to the poor boy’s rescue. He flung the cloth about Luke’s shoulders, said his magic words, and tugged the material away. When he as was done, Luke almost sagged in relief. His clothing was back and he was done living his naked nightmare.
“There, there, my boy,” Marvel said. “All in good fun. If you’re done showing off” – the audience laughed as Luke blushed again – “we’ll continue on with the show!”
Continue? Luke was stunned. How could he continue? Everyone had just seen him completely naked on stage… The magician must have seen the look on his assistant’s face. He frowned.
“Now, Luke,” Mysterious Marvel chided. “There’s no need to be so embarrassed. You’re a very handsome guy, you know. Let the people have a good look at you.” He once again waved his wand and suddenly Luke felt all his willpower drain away. Without hesitation, the muscled hunk stood upright, pushed his shoulders back, and stood at attention. “You see the power of magic?” Marvel hammed it up for the audience. “The boy is under my complete control. Watch as I demonstrate. Luke – remove your shirt.” Automatically, Luke’s hands rose and began undoing the button at his collar. One by one, he felt his fingers march their way down his chest, popping each button open on the way. The audience members laughed as they were again treated to the sight of Luke’s firm muscles and tanned skin. He shrugged the shirt from his broad shoulders and stood topless under the bright stage lights. Although his body gave no sign of it – it was impossible under the magician’s control – Luke squirmed inside. He didn’t like the way the audience laughed at him. He remembered all too well the feeling of being exposed in front of everyone. His heart pounded in his chest as the gravity of his situation sunk in. He was powerless and at the mercy of a man who had done nothing but embarrass him at every opportunity.
Grinning from ear to ear, the Mysterious Marvel proved that Luke was right to worry. “Take off your shoes and socks, Luke.” Luke felt his body bend at the waist as it complied. The stage floor was slightly warm under his bare feet. Luke trembled inside his mind. He was terrified he knew what was coming next… but the magician wouldn’t do that, would he? He wouldn’t go that far again? Luke had already been publicly humiliated enough, surely…
“Pants, Luke.” For the first time that night, the entire audience was deadly quiet. No one could believe it was happening as Luke’s hands rose to his waist, unbuckling his belt and tugging it from his hips. He let it fall it to the floor with a metallic clang. Under the harsh spot light, Luke’s muscles gleamed as his hands worked at the button on his form-fitting black trousers and slowly undid the zipper. Luke desperately tried to stop but it was no use. He was completely helpless to prevent this next step in his public humiliation. He felt his hands tug lightly at the sides of his pants, causing the front to gape open. The audience’s giggles returned as it was obvious that the magician’s spell had done more than hypnotize the muscular stud.
It had also transformed Luke’s underwear. Whereas he had previously been sporting a pair of black boxer briefs, Luke was horrified to find himself now wearing the tiniest pair of black briefs he had ever seen. A shake of the mortified hunk’s hips had the pants sliding down to pool at his ankles and the true extent of the magician’s modifications became startling apparent to everyone. The briefs were really closer to a thong, with tiny strips of fabric running along the sides and down the back. Luke’s glorious ass was basically completely exposed. In the front, his enviable cock and balls were only barely contained by a tiny pouch. Luke could feel that the slightest movement could have him spilling out. To make matters even worse, the pouch was made of some form of semi-transparent mesh. Although unclear, it was obvious to the entire audience that they were seeing the outline of this gorgeous young stud’s manhood.
Inwardly screaming in humiliation, Luke was unable to move. He frantically tried to cover himself with his hands but his arms remained at his sides, leaving his bulging pouch in full view of the enraptured audience. He was powerless to disobey. Inside, the poor hunk was screaming. He desperately tried to move his muscles, to cover his nearly naked body from the ravenous eyes of the hundreds of people in the crowd. It was pointless. He was completely under the magician’s spell, forced to stand on stage with his pants around his ankles and his cock straining against a tiny mesh pouch.
Another shouted command from the magician had Luke stepping out of his pants entirely. With a twirl of a finger, the magician had Luke turn around so his back was facing the audience for the first time, revealing the glorious mounds of his ass. The material was stretched dangerously thin over Luke’s muscular ass, almost completely disappearing in between his golden buttocks. With the powerful stage lighting focused entirely on Luke’s glistening body the audience could see every detail of each perfect cheek.
Although unable to control his movements, Luke was still painfully aware of what was happening. He was blushing uncontrollably at this point and could barely stand the humiliation. He could feel the weight of almost 500 peoples’ eyes on his nearly naked his body. Powerless, he could only stand there on display in the bulging briefs. With all his might, Luke tried to cover himself without success.
The Mysterious Marvel, however, was loving every moment of this muscled hunk’s embarrassment. “Luke,” he cried out gleefully, “the audience loves you, my boy! Why don’t you go and say hello to them? I’m sure everyone would love to meet you!”
Luke felt his body turn back around to face the crowd and was once again stunned at the number of people in attendance. There must have been several hundred in all, and all of them were seeing him practically naked in his little briefs. Luke desperately tried to cover himself with his hands, but to no avail. Instead, he felt himself take one step and then another, heading towards the stairs at the corner of the stage. Unwillingly, his body was taking him out into the laughing audience.
Once they realized what was happening, the entire crowd began hooting and hollering, calling for the handsome stud to come and see them. Everyone wanted to see Luke Smith up close and in person in just his skimpy briefs. Guys as sexy as Luke were rare, after all. Luke was also well-known on campus and no one wanted to miss the chance to see the handsome hunk nearly naked. He made his way out into the crowd with the stage spotlight following him all the while and walked straight up to a group of college-age guys in the front row, all of whom were hysterically pointing and laughing at Luke’s humiliating display.
One guy had his cellphone in his hand and called out, “Yo, dude! I need a pic of this! Come here!” Luke felt his body automatically respond. He nodded and smiled, posing as the man took photo after photo of his nearly naked body. Luke couldn’t believe it. It was bad enough to be practically naked in front of all these people, but having his picture taken was too much. Who knew where they would end up or who would see them?
Once the audience, who knew nothing of the poor hunk’s embarrassment, saw Luke’s apparent willingness to be photographed they were relentless. They asked Luke to pose for hundreds of photos and to take many different positions. He did whatever was asked of him. He bent over to let people view he contours of his perfect ass. He flexed his muscles and spread his legs. He let dozens of people take close-ups of his epic bulge, still partly visible through the tight mesh pouch. A great many people took full-body selfies for use on social media. All the while, Luke kept on smiling. That was the worst part. Whenever anyone saw one of these photos, it would appear as though Luke had willing decided to strut through a packed crowd in just these little briefs. He knew that from this close and with the bright flash of the cameras, his pouch was more than just a little see-through. The very thought of all these people seeing even the outline of his dick made Luke cringe inside.
As he made his way through the rows, Luke couldn’t help but note that the bulge of his cock was perfectly at eye level for those in the seats. About halfway through the crowd, Luke suddenly felt his heart skip a beat. There, sitting closest to the aisle, was a group of students from his English class. Ryan, Cole, Josh, and Danielle were all pointing and laughing at their sexy classmate’s nearly naked display.
“Oh, my God!” Cole could barely speak through his laughter. “What the fuck are you doing, man? Those briefs don’t leave much to the imagination, bud.” Luke knew it was true. Every bulge and contour of his body was on display to the crowd and the little briefs were stretched almost to their limit by the weight of his cock and the thrust of his ass.
“You can totally see the outline of his dick!” Danielle shrieked.
They all laughed hysterically as Luke approached and each one of them had their cellphone out. They were particularly demanding of the blushing stud and had him pose in many humiliating positions. The worst one was Josh. Josh had always envied Luke’s well-muscled body and was eager to make the most of his one chance to humiliate him. He was quick to take command of the nearly naked stud, barking out orders as quickly as he could.
Spying a group of cute girls, Josh sent Luke strutting over to give them each a lap dance. Climbing onto their laps, Luke thrust his bulge in their faces and wiggled his shapely ass. He put on such a show that he began to work up a sweat, highlighting the intense muscularity of his chest and abs. Unfortunately for Luke, when combined with the harsh spotlight, this also meant that his briefs began to become even more transparent.
The laughing girls were delighted and took every opportunity to run their hands over Luke’s glistening body. One particularly brave girl pulled the waistband of the briefs away from Luke’ body and peered inside at his prodigious manhood. Her friend cupped Luke’s balls in her hand and gave them a gentle squeeze, causing the poor boy to develop the beginnings of an erection, which Josh noticed immediately.
“Hey,” he called out. “He’s loving this! Look at his boner!” Luke wanted to die. All of these people were seeing him pop a woody in his revealing little briefs and there was nothing he could do to stop them. After Josh’s comments, the flash of cameras only intensified.
Walking through the laughing crowd, Luke’s erection jutted out in front of him, leading to many catcalls and jeers. More than one person gave him a stroke, keeping him rock hard and denying him an end to that particular torment.
Finally, after what seemed like hours, Luke managed to make it to the back of the audience. Every single person in a crowd of over five hundred had just seen him up close and personal with an obvious erection tenting out the front of his almost see-through briefs. Thousands of photos had been taken and Luke, still trapped in a spell, could only stand and wait for the Mysterious Marvel’s order.
Back on the stage, the magician was beside himself with mirth. He couldn’t believe how much fun this was! Way at the back of the auditorium, Marvel could see the red of Luke’s blushing cheeks and knew it was time to bring this portion of the event to its conclusion. Clapping his hands, he commanded Luke to “take the position!” and Luke immediately stepped out into the middle of the aisle in full view of everyone. He spread his legs and linked his hands behind his head. Every muscle in the humiliated stud’s body was pulled tight, accentuating the eroticism of the scene. In the bright spotlight, Luke’s pose only served to highlight the bulge in his briefs. With slow deliberation, the magician walked down through the aisle towards the nearly naked hunk. When he reached him, Marvel slowly walked around him, trailing his fingers lovingly over those washboard abs until he stood behind the poor boy.
With deliberate malice, the magician placed his hands on Luke’s hips and repeatedly pulled up on the waistband of the little briefs, causing Luke’s erection to bounce up and down inside the pouch. The audience waited with bated breath and cameras at the ready; they knew as well as Luke what was next. Slowly, the magician hooked his fingers into the waistband and pulled. He pulled down so slowly and all the while Luke stood there, frozen. Inch by torturous inch, the root of the muscular hunk’s dick came into view. Inside, Luke was panicked. He was terrified at what was coming next. He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. Every eye was focused on him.
As the briefs came down, they caught on the prominent bulge of Luke’s erection. Marvel was enjoying teasing the poor boy’s exposure. Instead of tugging the briefs over his cock and finishing the stripping, the Mysterious Marvel instead turned the poor hunk around and started working on the backside. Almost carelessly, he flipped Luke’s briefs down under the boy’s bubble but, exposing his ass to the crowd. Hundreds of camera flashes went off immediately. The magician took hold of one delicious golden cheek and gave it a good squeeze as the audience laughed.
He turned Luke around again so his front was once again visible. The briefs were pulling fiercely at Luke’s firm cock. With a flick of his wrist, Marvel pulled the waistband out and let it slide into place just under Luke’s nut sack. His rock hard dick flopped out of the little briefs and stood proudly at attention in the glare of the spotlight. With the elastic band pushing up from underneath his dick, Luke’s erection was hugely emphasized and easily visible to all several hundred spectators. Inside his mind, Luke was hysterical with humiliation. Stripped naked in front of hundreds of people, Luke’s naked body was the center of attention. And how could it not be? The spot light focused on his muscular frame, gleaming with sweat. His cheeks were hot with a shameful flush and his erection jutted out in front of the tormented hunk.
As the magician pulled Luke’s briefs all the way down to pool at his feet, Luke felt almost relieved. Surely the worst was over now. He was entirely naked in this packed auditorium with cameras flashing all around him, recording every moment of his shame. There was nothing else that the magician could do to humiliate him further.
How wrong Luke turned out to be. With a few gestures and a shouted word, the Mysterious Marvel sent Luke back out into the crowd. Completely naked, hard, and with no way to even cover himself with his hands, Luke Smith was forced to slowly walk through each and every row of spectators. In the packed auditorium, seating was tight; Luke passed within inches of each person. With his bouncing erection leading the way, every part of him was completely on display, just inches in front of each seated person. Starting at the back, Luke made his painfully embarrassing trip through each aisle, moving from left to right and back again. He didn’t miss a single seat. At the end of each row, Luke paused and assumed “the position” – legs well spread, hands behind his head, and muscles taught. A spotlight from the stage followed him with every step, ensuring every detail of his muscular form was highlighted and the entire audience could see him at any given moment.
When he came across a particularly attractive young woman, the Mysterious Marvel would command Luke to stop and give his hips a little shake, sending his erection waving mere inches from the laughing girl’s face. Whether it was the magician’s magic or not, Luke’s erection would not subside, despite his deep humiliation. In fact, Luke couldn’t remember ever being harder.
The last time he had made his way through the crowd, Luke had at least been wearing a pair of briefs. Sure, they had left little to the imagination but at least they covered something and allowed him to keep something hidden from the crowd. Now, without a single stitch of clothing on him, Luke couldn’t imagine anything worse.
Halfway through the crowd, Luke once again came upon Josh and his other classmates. Josh was laughing so hard there were tears in his eyes. “What happened, Luke? Not satisfied with showing everyone your little undies? You wanted to show off some more so you came back to show us your dick, huh? If you like showing off so much, I guess I can help you out.” Grinning, Josh pulled out his cellphone and carefully took a clear, full body photograph. He made sure Luke’s face was as clearly visible as his dick. Laughing, he tapped a few buttons on his phone and then turned the screen towards Luke. With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Luke saw that Josh had uploaded the picture to his FaceBook and Twitter accounts, complete with Luke’s name. He had also included some of the earlier photos of Luke in his briefs and with his pants down on stage. Just within the few seconds he was able to see the screen, Luke saw that the photos had already gained a number of likes and shares. Pretty soon, they would be everywhere. Luke felt himself begin to tremble.
As before, practically every member of the audience had pulled out a camera. With all of them going off at once, there were so many flashes that sometimes Luke could barely see. He could hear the laughter surrounding him and felt dozens of groping hands. Strangers from all sides reached out and pinched his nipples, ran their palms over his washboard abs, and grabbed at his perfect ass. More than a few grabbed at his cock and felt his balls as he passed. Luke’s whole world was a red haze of humiliation.
After what felt like hours, Luke finally reached the front of the auditorium. To his surprise, he felt his body carry him back up the steps and to the centre of the stage once more. The Mysterious Marvel met him there while the audience laughed and applauded.
Bowing, the magician addressed the crowd. “Thank you, friends. I am so glad that you have enjoyed my - and Luke’s – show. Now, I’m afraid it is time to bid you adieu. Before I go, I must first return my handsome helper to his rightful state.”
The Mysterious Marvel clapped his hands sharply and Luke suddenly staggered as he regained control of his body. With a cry of embarrassment, Luke covered his dick as best he could with his hands and ran off the stage to the sound of laughter.
Story: Asterion’s Gift
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Having a swim in the morning is the best.
The coach's idea sounded insane: that the college swim team would be measurably faster if they took Viagra a half hour before a meet and were rock hard by the time they got in the pool. Coach said that it would increase aerodynamics. Carlton thought that he was crazy, but somehow he got guilted into helping the coach test his hypothesis at their next practice, all because Carlton was the reason they lost their last meet.
Coach gave him the Viagra in the locker room, and Carlton went through his normal routine, putting on his swim briefs, taking a quick shower. By the time he turned off the water in the shower, his dick was hard as a rock, and easily visible through the swim uniform.
He was hesitant to leave the locker room, knowing how obvious his boner would be to his teammates, but he figured it was best to get this over with and prove the coach wrong as quickly as possible.
Carlton walked up to the pool and got a hearty laugh from his teammates. The swim briefs left absolutely nothing to the imagination, the head, shaft, even veins on his cock clearly visible through the thin fabric. Coach introduced their scientific test, telling the team that if this was successful, he would make it mandatory for all future meets. The laughter stopped as soon as the team realized what that meant. Carlton felt a dozen pairs of eyes glaring at him, silently telling him to lose on purpose so that they wouldn't have to go through that embarrassment.
Coach finished his speech and turned to Carlton. "Ready?" He asked. Carlton nodded sheepishly. "Good. Take off the uniform."
Carlton stared daggers at the coach. "What?"
"To prove this works," coach said, "we can't have the fabric of your swim briefs affecting our data. You have to be nude."
The team started snickering again. Carlton forced his thumbs into the sides of his only clothing and quickly pushed the briefs to his feet and stepped out of them, his massively hard dick now fully visible. Some of the team still laughed, but others sat in awe of the size of his member.
Carlton got in position at the edge of the pool. Coach held up a starter pistol, and shot. Carlton dove in and started swimming. The feeling of the water rushing over his naked skin was exhilarating. The current flowed smoothly over his cock and felt like the greatest blowjob he'd ever received. But he knew if he was successful and proved the coach's crazy theory, the whole team would be forced to compete naked with hard dicks for the rest of the season. He slowed himself down. When he turned on the opposite side of the pool, he purposefully screwed it up, making sure he lost even more time.
With every stroke, every breath, he could see the coach staring at his stopwatch, disappointment on his face. But the exhilaration never faded. Every time he kicked his legs together to propel himself forward, the water cascaded down his dick, bringing him to the point of ecstasy. When he reached the last 25 meters, it became too much. Rivulets of cum shot from his pulsating cock, leaving clouds behind in the clear blue pool. He heard a collective "Ugh" from his teammates watching from the side.
Finally, Carlton touched the wall and the coach stopped timing. "Out of the pool," the coach commanded. Carlton placed his hands on the floor and hoisted himself out, his toned muscles glistening as the water cascaded off of him. He stood in front of the coach, crossing his hands in front of his dick, not that it helped hide it.
"You tried to ruin this experiment on purpose, didn't you?" Carlton didn't respond. He turned his head down, and looked through the top of his eyes at his teammates. "You slowed down on purpose. You made one of the worst turns I've ever seen. I assume to try and save the team from what you perceive to be embarrassment. Well do you know what's more embarrassing than being naked? Losing! A Loser is the most embarrassing thing you could possibly be!"
Carlton looked down in shame. It was true. He was trying to save his team from being embarrassed by this crazy scheme.
"But I've got news for you," the coach said. "You dawdled and dilly-dallyed for a full 15 seconds. But your overall time matched your personal best." Carlton looked up, confused. "If you had swam like a professional, you would have obliterated your PR by 15 seconds. Unequivocal proof that my theory was correct!"
Carlton's face changed to horror, the same look that his teammates wore.
"From now on, this is our new methodology! Viagra for everyone 30 minutes before the meet." Coach picked up Carlton's swim briefs off the floor. "And no more suits." The team protested, but the coach was having none of it. "You'll thank me when we win the national championship." He looked back at Carlton, still unsuccessfully covering his boner. "Just try not to jizz in the pool like Carlton here. That was just disgusting."
The coach walked back into the locker room, taking Carlton's swimsuit with him. Carlton was left standing there naked with an erection at the mercy of his angry teammates.
Brent woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He lay in a grassy field and didn’t know how he got there. He answered the call. It was his best friend and roommate, Rick. “Good morning,” Rick said, “it’s payback day.”
“What do you mean?” Brent asked as he stretched out in the sun. “How did I get to the park?”
“Remember when we went for a swim and you pulled off my trunks, ran off with them and made me chase you down the busy beach?”
Brent laughed. “Yeah, that was a fun day.”
“Well now,” Rick said, “it’s your turn.”
Brent sat up and discovered he was naked except for a hat and flip flops. Startled by his own nudity, he quickly snatched the hat off his head and moved it toward his crotch.
“No!” Rick shouted through the phone. “The hat stays on your head.”
Brent looked around but saw no one anywhere near him. He put the hat back on. “Where are you?”
“Top of the Bell Tower, center of town. I’m watching you through a telescope.”
“What the hell, dude! Did you drug me and leave me naked out here?”
“I didn’t have to drug you. You passed out drinking last night.”
“Okay, what’s the gag? You going to make me streak back to our apartment?”
“No. You’re going to come to me.”
“I’m not walking naked through the center of town!”
“You don’t have a choice. I have your clothes here with me. And not just the ones you were wearing. Every last piece of your clothing from our apartment is up here with me. You have 1 hour to collect them.”
“Yeah? And if I don’t?”
“I burn them. If you’re even one second late, they all go up in flames. And I’ll be watching you through the telescope the whole time. Any attempt to cover yourself with your hands, hat, anything, I burn them. Any attempt to ask for help from someone, I burn them.”
“What the fuck, dude? This is way worse than what I did to you.”
“59 minutes 30 seconds. Better get moving.” Rick hung up. He wouldn’t dare set fire to all of his clothes, would he? Rick did refuse to speak to Brent for a month after his little prank at the beach, probably because pictures and video of Rick’s streak, including slow motion video of his dick bouncing up and down, went viral on Twitter and TikTok. It made Brent realize he was absolutely serious.
Brent stood up and started running, but only made it about a thousand feet before he felt so much pain in his legs from running in flip flops that he had to slow to a walk. At this pace, he could make it there in time, but just barely.
He noticed the streets becoming busier. People leaving their houses and apartments, starting their commutes, cars pulling onto the road, and he had to walk right through the center of town with his dick out, and could do nothing about it. He only hoped he wouldn’t get arrested, because surely, Rick would count that as being late and set fire to all of his clothes regardless. He knew it was only a matter of time before people started taking pictures and video of him which would surely also go viral, solidifying Rick’s revenge.
Brent woke up to the sound of his phone ringing. He lay in a grassy field and didn’t know how he got there. He answered the call. It was his best friend and roommate, Rick. “Good morning,” Rick said, “it’s payback day.”
“What do you mean?” Brent asked as he stretched out in the sun. “How did I get to the park?”
“Remember when we went for a swim and you pulled off my trunks, ran off with them and made me chase you down the busy beach?”
Brent laughed. “Yeah, that was a fun day.”
“Well now,” Rick said, “it’s your turn.”
Brent sat up and discovered he was naked except for a hat and flip flops. Startled by his own nudity, he quickly snatched the hat off his head and moved it toward his crotch.
“No!” Rick shouted through the phone. “The hat stays on your head.”
Brent looked around but saw no one anywhere near him. He put the hat back on. “Where are you?”
“Top of the Bell Tower, center of town. I’m watching you through a telescope.”
“What the hell, dude! Did you drug me and leave me naked out here?”
“I didn’t have to drug you. You passed out drinking last night.”
“Okay, what’s the gag? You going to make me streak back to our apartment?”
“No. You’re going to come to me.”
“I’m not walking naked through the center of town!”
“You don’t have a choice. I have your clothes here with me. And not just the ones you were wearing. Every last piece of your clothing from our apartment is up here with me. You have 1 hour to collect them.”
“Yeah? And if I don’t?”
“I burn them. If you’re even one second late, they all go up in flames. And I’ll be watching you through the telescope the whole time. Any attempt to cover yourself with your hands, hat, anything, I burn them. Any attempt to ask for help from someone, I burn them.”
“What the fuck, dude? This is way worse than what I did to you.”
“59 minutes 30 seconds. Better get moving.” Rick hung up. He wouldn’t dare set fire to all of his clothes, would he? Rick did refuse to speak to Brent for a month after his little prank at the beach, probably because pictures and video of Rick’s streak, including slow motion video of his dick bouncing up and down, went viral on Twitter and TikTok. It made Brent realize he was absolutely serious.
Brent stood up and started running, but only made it about a thousand feet before he felt so much pain in his legs from running in flip flops that he had to slow to a walk. At this pace, he could make it there in time, but just barely.
He noticed the streets becoming busier. People leaving their houses and apartments, starting their commutes, cars pulling onto the road, and he had to walk right through the center of town with his dick out, and could do nothing about it. He only hoped he wouldn’t get arrested, because surely, Rick would count that as being late and set fire to all of his clothes regardless. He knew it was only a matter of time before people started taking pictures and video of him which would surely also go viral, solidifying Rick’s revenge.
Billy Young et al. in “Billy Boy” by Bob Mizer shot on 16mm film in 1969
Some more old art, these ones a little more involved than the others (and censored so Tumblr doesn't absolutely CLAP my cheeks with a strike to my account).
- The first image is of two friends whose clothes were stolen in the locker room. Left with only one towel, the duo engage in a game of tug of war over the only thing to preserve their modesty... Until somebody walks in and notices the wet, bouncing, humiliated bodies of the men. Seems this onlooker likes what he sees...
- The second image is of a guy fresh from the shower, walking back to his dorm room in a towel without much thought... Until a mouse crosses his path. Being terribly afraid of rodents, he screams and leaps back from the mouse, simultaneously drawing attention and causing his towel to fall straight to the floor!
- The third image details a very unfortunate wardrobe malfunction for a local dancer. His large rear seems to have split open the back of his dancing tights in the middle of some squats! Too bad he didn't bring a spare set to practice.
- The fourth and final image is one of a young man who seems to have been walked in on while bathing in a hot spring. He quickly grabs a towel to hide his shame; hopefully the steam did enough to obfuscate his lower half in the time it took to cover up.
These are so good!
“Fuck, my head hurts,” Jason moaned, rubbing his eyes open in my bed, the soft, morning light caressing his naked body.
“Well—you were trashed when you showed up here last night,” I replied. “I’ve never seen you that drunk.”
“Jesus,” he exclaimed, looking down at his naked body, his cock fighting a morning woody despite his hangover. “Did we—?”
“No, dude. Nothing happened,” I assured him. “I’d never take advantage of you like that. You were the one who stripped down naked when you got into my bed. I actually slept on the couch.”
“I don’t—I don’t remember how I got here,” Jason stated, sitting up while scanning my bedroom.
“All I know,” I shared, “is that my doorman rang me at 1 am and said an Uber had dropped you off and that you were drunk off your ass and demanding to see me. If I didn’t come down for you, he was going to call the cops. I brought you up here so you could sleep it off.”
“Shit—I’m so sorry,” he apologized, his face buried in his hands. “Last night was really bad.”
“You wanna tell me what the hell happened?” I prompted softly.
“I—uh—I came home from work early,” he began, “and I was gonna surprise Jenna by taking her to that little French place she loves on the Upper West Side.”
“That’s really sweet,” I interjected.
“Yeah—well, when I came in the door,” he continued, “she was on the couch riding some guy’s dick.”
“Jesus,” I exclaimed. “You know the guy?”
“Yeah,” he affirmed. “Some douchebag from her work. He’s married with kids.”
“Did you confront them?” I asked.
“I didn’t have to,” Jason replied. “Jenna saw me in the doorway and jumped off his cock right away. He was hung like fuck, which didn’t help my ego, if you get me. She started crying and apologizing, but I just slammed the door in her face and went to the nearest bar to get shit faced.”
“Damn. I’m so sorry,” I sympathized feebly. “These things happen. It doesn’t mean you two can’t patch things up and—”
“No. I’m done with the bitch,” he interrupted emphatically. “Things weren’t that great between us before she fucked that guy. This is just the nail in the coffin.”
“You know you can crash here for as long as you want,” I offered. “It’ll be like old times.”
“You serious?” he smiled. “Those two years after college when we shared that shit-hole apartment in Queens was probably the happiest I’ve ever been.”
“Yeah—a fourth-floor walk-up with spotty heating was paradise,” I rolled my eyes sarcastically. “I was so glad to move out of there.”
“No—I’m serious,” he protested. “I’m not talking about the shitty apartment—I meant us. You and I were always a good team.”
“Yeah, we always clicked,” I smiled wistfully.
“Do you—do you remember that New Year’s Eve on the rooftop when we got fuckin’ wasted on cheap champagne from the bodega?” he asked, smiling.
“Yeah, we froze our asses off up there,” I laughed.
“Right—but that was the night you told me that you were in love with me,” he recalled, his eyes locking on mine.
“Christ,” I cringed. “I’ve always hoped you were too drunk to remember that. I was young and stupid. I should have never told you that. I knew you were straight. It was a dumb fantasy.”
“It wasn’t dumb,” he protested, taking my hand. “I was the one who was young and stupid—too blind to see someone amazing standing right in front of me.”
But before I could respond, Jason pulled me into him, his lips meeting mine. Time stood still as we kissed wantonly. It was if I had spent my life parched, in need of water, and he was my long-awaited oasis. I could not get my fill of him. Jason began to explore my body, his hand traveling down the back of my shorts, his finger teasing my hole.
“I want to be inside you,” he whispered in my ear, trying to pull down my athletic shorts.
“I’m—I’m not sure we should do this,” I tried to refuse, though I desired him.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want me,” he insisted.
“No—I want you more than anything,” I assured him. “But you’re hungover and emotional after breaking up with Jenna. I don’t want to be just some rebound fuck—something you’ll regret as soon as it’s over.”
“That’s not what this is—it’s not a rebound,” he asserted. “I’ve wanted this—I’ve wanted you—for a long time. I’ve just been too scared to make it happen, walling myself off from you with girls like Jenna who will never satisfy me.”
He pulled me into a kiss once more, my resistance melting. My lips left his, traveled down his chin to his neck, and then worked between his hairy pecs and down his treasure trail until I was inhaling the manly aroma of his pubes. Taking his hard cock in my mouth, I began to suck him—wetting him for my eager hole.
“Christ, that feels good,” he praised me. “But if you keep that up, I’m gonna nut before I’m even inside you. Climb on my cock. I want you to ride me.”
“No,” I protested, rolling over next to him on the bed. “I want you on top of me—I want to feel your weight upon me.”
Obeying my wish, Jason flipped on top of me as I opened my legs for him. Gripping his cock, he pushed into me. “Fuuuck,” he exhaled in euphoric delight as he slid balls deep inside me.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pulled him close to me and reveled in the feeling of being at one with him. With his full weight upon me, Jason began to rock his hips rhythmically, thrusting deep within me as waves of pleasure coursed through my body. He was being tender and gentle, but I was ready to be dominated.
“Fuck me harder,” I begged. “I want you to wreck my hole.”
“Yeah?” he moaned, pushing himself up into a plank with his muscular arms as he increased his pace. “You want it rough?”
“Yeah, fucking give it to me,” I begged as he began to jackhammer the living shit out of me.
“Damn, that’s hot,” Jason marveled, looking down at his cock thrusting in and out of my eager hole. “I haven’t cum in a few days. I might not last long at this rate.”
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “Breed me whenever you’re ready.”
“Yeah? You want my cum?” he demanded urgently, sweat dripping from his brow. “Oh SHIT . . . Oh FUCK . . . DAMN,” he growled, his load flooding my guts as his body convulsed on top of me in climactic release.
With his balls emptied, Jason collapsed upon me. I held his sweaty mass in my arms, our bodies melded, as his breathing returned to normal. Stroking his muscular back, I reflected on a dream fulfilled and the promise of a life with him by my side. As we both drifted off into a post-coital slumber, the sound of Jason’s phone buzzing on the bed table startled us.
“Fuck. It’s Jenna,” he announced, grabbing his phone. “She wants me to come home.”
“What—what are you gonna tell her?” I asked hesitantly as he tapped out a reply to her.
“I told her I’ll be home in an hour,” he shrugged.
“What? I don’t understand,” I objected. “I thought that you and I were—”
“Calm down,” Jason interrupted with an impish grin. “I told her I’ll be home in an hour . . . to pack up my shit. Now how about we get in one more fuck before then?”
Stories are fiction and intended for readers 18 and up. All characters are assumed to be legal, consenting adults.
This was so good!!!
Late for work at the farm again, his boss punished him by making him take off his overalls to work in his underwear. Unfortunately, he wasn't wearing any. And the other farm hands enjoyed seeing his naked body so much, none of them wanted to "bale" him out.
I swear, farming naked is such a specific type of content, but I love it every time I see it. Hard work out in the sunlight, not a stich of clothing on you, while everyone else is dresses. Perfection
Quint's Got Nothing Left To Lose - Part 1
Quint Nedsmith's nerves feel like they're connected to electric currents continuously going off underneath his skin. His heart has taken on the erratic pace of a wild beast trying to break free from his rib cage. His brown, nearly dark eyes have expanded their territory, becoming paranoid in the gasping pupils. His short, cropped hair is getting slick from the follicles being pursued by pulsating bullets of sweat. That face of his that usually gets compliments for its softly angled features has been captured beneath an expression of nervousness. It can't leave the trembling corners of his mouth nor the unstable quacking of his dark brows arched above his eyes that usually gives him a mysterious, daring appeal. But now, it just makes him look volatile. His thin frame built out of lean muscle is not at ease. Some part is either moving or fidgeting. If his fingers aren't twitching, then his feet are rocking back and forth. If his mouth isn't trembling, then his eyes get dodgy. The material of his polo that shows the definition of his upper torso has fallen claim to patches of perspiration along with his slightly lose jeans. You can even see the outline of his nipples, that's how soaked-through his shirt has gotten.
He's impatiently looking up at the numbers of the elevator. Could it be going any slower? How could he be so fucking stupid? He keeps playing scenarios through his mind of how this could all turn out for him. Every scenario hinges on the further upsetting realization that he got himself into this. It's his fault. He's got no one else to blame. This is followed by a catalog of self-blaming statements that are opening up through a Rolodex flipping inside his thoughts.
He jolts when his ears are suddenly filled with his ringtone and realizes he's still got the wireless buds in them, connected to his phone. He's half hopeful and half dreading whoever could be on the other line. Should he answer it? He keeps going back and forth on it until it stops ringing.
As the elevator doors open and he races into the hallway, his phone rings again. On instinct, he just answers it. He wishes he hadn't done that.
Before he can say hello, he hears music. Must be an automated call or something. Just as he's about to press the hang-up button, he hears the voice of what sounds like a gameshow host?
“Quint Nedsmith! It's your lucky day!”
Now he's definitely going to hang up.
“Quint Nedsmith! I wouldn't do that! Why don't you look at your phone!?”
His phone vibrates twice, indicating he has a text message.
Quint reaches in and picks up the phone out of his pocket and unlocks it. Then, he brings up the text.
Everything stops. His heart literally feels like it's taking a deep breath. There's a sense of falling that grips him as the world around him fades into dark and his head is suddenly drowning in this dizzy halo.
It's a picture of the silver wristwatch. The watch that could tie him to everything. There's this sudden hope inside of him as if he's just reaching the finish line. Yet it's miles ahead. The world catches up to him as everything fades back into existence.
“Okay, who is this!?” he half yells, trying to stifle his voice. It cautiously escapes from his mouth as a modest flame that flickers off the flecks of his tongue. But still enough to catch the attention of the people around him. He remembers that he's out in public. He nods to everyone and tailors his face in the afterthought of a faint smile. That doesn't help. People look annoyed, but they go about their business, obviously still carrying this annoyance in how they walk. “Sorry,” he chirps. Barely trying to make it up to everyone. He just walks a bit faster to get through the hallway.
“Who is this?” he asks more quietly.
“Well, I think the more important question here, Quint, is how do you plan to get out of this?” Oddly, the voice is still this gameshow host, boasting their tone in this vibrant array of vowels and consonants. Quint's expecting to hear an audience laughing in the background.
“Okay, then, um, what do you want?”
The music on the other end stops.
“Hello?” he asks with a worrisome impatience. He looks at his phone. They didn't hang up.
“I think it's more about how we can help you, Quint.” The voice is calmer now. It's still a gameshow host, but it's quelled into a much more subdue level.
“Okay, um, how, ugh, how can you help me?”
“This watch. It's important to you, isn't it?”
“You know it is,” Quint says, leaning against a wall of the lobby.
“Well, that term paper is back in your apartment and no one's the wiser. Just too bad you decided to wear such a nice watch to the Dean's office and then lose it . . . in the Dean's office.”
He looks around, trying to see if he can see someone, anyone, suspect enough to be matching to whoever could be doing this.
“Don't bother, Quint. You'll never find us.”
“Did you just say us?”
“Oh, Quint. Listen, we've got what you need. And you've got, well you don't have much. So, we're going to give you a chance. And if you don't do what we say, that watch goes straight to the Dean. Along with these.”
He's getting texts. When he looks at his phone, he sees pictures of him. Him breaking into the Dean's office. Him prying open the locked drawer. Him taking the answers.
Quint wonders who the hell these people are as he slowly puts the phone in his pocket. He realizes that whoever they are, they've got him wriggling on the hook. His breathing elevates into a quicker pace as it burns beneath his chest.
“So, here's how this is going to work.”
Quint listens attentively.
“We will give you a series of very simple tasks to do. But, these tasks are timed.”
“Um, okay.”
“You will hear ten beeps. If the tenth beep goes off, and you failed to complete the task, you will remove one article of clothing and leave it behind.”
Oh this this is some really cool set up! Absolutely intrigued as to where this could go.
Story Prompt Friday!
Steven is really taking flight. What lead to this moment? Will he be discovered by anyone?
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In 2004, the now defunct airline, Air Pocket, was flailing. Originally, they were called Air Taxi and for a short while they were experiencing big profits and were one of the top airlines. But it didn't take long before bad customer service, poorly kept carpeting, and continuous flight cancellations resulted in a series of lawsuits. Trying to resolve this, the president of the company decided to start a promotion called “pristine seating,” where passengers had the option to upgrade their flight to not only roomier seats, but the material of the seating was meant to literally feel like a cloud. But the lawsuits continued and no one was being sold on the “pristine seating” promotion. They issued coupons and tried other gimmicks, but it wasn't working. The president and the company were becoming more and more desperate. This caused the decision to name their airline “Air Pocket” to seem edgy. It didn't work. The next idea they had was more crazy. Believing in the expression, “sex sells,” they decided to air a very racy commercial. Hardly any network would show the commercial and it was the thing that sunk the company. However, years later, the commercial, itself, turned into a cult favorite and also was a top search result on porn sites as uncensored versions became available. The actor in the advertisement tried to hide he was ever in it... at first. But then found he could use it propel his career. Although, he still carries a small amount of embarrassment. The following is that commercial:
The scene opens to a passenger in his seat with the two other seats beside him empty. He's laying back and has his eyes closed while the camera is panning in on him.
A narrator then says, “Steven always flies Air Pocket. He likes the convenience and the safety along with top-of-the-line deals such as our half-price connection flights that you can't find with any other airline. But currently, he's not familiar with our newest promotion, Pristine seating. It provides more space and the seats themselves are very comfortable. It's like riding on a cloud.”
After the narrator says this, he opens his eyes and turns his head to the camera. “That's right, I do,” while wearing a smile with genuine enthusiasm and able to warm his features into a comfortable dependability.
He's wearing a snug business casual outfit. A soft gray button-down shirt that's fitted, so it molds to his muscular frame. He's sporting dark-blue slacks with a gold-buckled belt. Also a pair of shiny, black loafers.
“That's great, Steven. So, obviously, you'll be much more comfortable at our pristine seating. We have a seat waiting for you,” the narrator says.
Steven shakes his head a little while saying, “I will on the next flight, but I'm pretty comfortable, right now. Plus I've got a big suitcase in the carry-on, and I really don't want to lug that out. The flight's about to take off, anyway.” He then tilts his head and says, “But thank you, though.”
Just as he's turning his head back and closing his eyes, the narrator says, “Are you sure, Steven? As we said, we have it all prepared. We'll even carry the suitcase for you as that's a complimentary service.”
Steven takes a double take and then says, “I'm, I'm good. Really.”
Just as he reaches for his seat belt, a flight attendant starts coming onto the scene while saying, “He's right, we are about to___”
She is cut off by the narrator saying, “Out of the way, bitch.” She's pulled out of the scene while letting out a little stunned yell.
Steven stops and darts his head towards the screen, his mouth agape and his eyes wide and expressive.
“Are you suuuure, Steven?” the narrator asks, his voice now carrying a shadow of insistence.
“I said NO!” Steven says while looking up and down at the screen, as if not believing that just happened.
The narrator then sighs.
While still looking at the screen in disbelief, without warning, both the front and back of Steven's shirt rips itself open. In the flash of a second, Steven's chest transforms from being smartly dressed in a chic gray to having nothing on, at all. The solid shape of his pectorals coming into view and the rippling muscles of his arms being shown while the torn fabric slides down either arm.
Steven looks down at his bare chest and gaping his mouth even further while his voice escapes in a tone of shock. His eyes start looking all around his now exposed chest. He jolts his head to the screen while hugging himself. He starts looking down again, trying to retain what fabric of his shirt is left, the narrator starts in.
“We here at Air Pocket know what's best for you. We've had countless studies and research done by professionals in the field. Our planes are safe and our customer service is top notch.”
While the narrator continues, Steven is trying to pull his shirt back onto his chest. While he's doing that, the remaining fabric is starting to rip open. What he tries to hold onto soon becomes tatters in his hands. The tendons in his skin bulging outward while his face drops from shock to severe anxiety.
“You'll want to be on our flights…”
Steven continues to try to put on his shirt that's still ripping itself open in several places. As that's happening, he hears a loud pop. His head is thrust upward as both his belt buckle and the button on his pants nearly explode open. The button is seen flying off screen. The zipper then splits apart almost effortlessly. As if it's nothing more than a knife going to through butter. It blooms outward like a dilapidated flower, revealing the top of his white briefs.
“HEY!” Steven yells.
“Our staff is the friendliest in the world and our pilots will get you to your destination in no time.”
Steven's pants start sliding down by themselves. Now, he's not only trying to retain his diminishing shirt, but is trying to pull up his pants. His hands struggling, the fabric of the pants stretching away from them.
“Our planes are always clean. Our terminals are always the most convenient in the world.”
Steven continues to try to pull his pants up as they're prying themselves out of his grasping fingers. As this is happening, the seems on the outside of his legs start splitting open. The eviscerated stitching paired with the opening seems is taking on the appearance of jagged mouths opening further, only to shed more and more light on his legs. The calves are tensing and his breathing is becoming exasperated as he hopelessly tries to cover up from the material escaping his body. He starts looking around, as if trying to see if anyone is noticing he's being undressed by clothing that has, for some reason, become sentient.
“You'll find our meals are world class.”
The ripping seems on the outer side of his pants start reaching up past the seems and cutting into his pockets. Keys and other materials held in his pants are falling out as the pockets pop open. The tearing reaches up to where his belt is. His belt is now sliding itself out of his loops. His heels are being pressed up as his loafers are pulling themselves off of his feet.
“Need some peace and quiet? We actually provide noise-cancelling headphones. Made from some of the top technicians in the nation.”
His loafers fly off the screen just as his socks are folding downward, sliding themselves off of his feet. Then, the fabric from the tops of his legs burst open. Lines are slitting themselves open extending to either side.
“There's also very little turbulence as our planes are built with advanced sensory technology that can detect any irregularity in the air.”
The slitting lines reach to both the top and bottom of his pants and then the slacks flap open, revealing his white underwear. And even though he's seen from the side, the bulge of his penis can still be made out.
“ALL RIGHT! I'LL TAKE THE SEATS!”
The fabric of his pants suddenly lift up and are thrusting themselves away from his hands. He tries to hold onto them as he's being jolted back and forth before the tattered remains of his slacks fly out of his hands. As this happens, his socks also lift up and away from his feet while the last few pieces of his shirt quickly ascend away from him, leaving him in his underwear. He looks down to what he has left and then back at the screen. His eyes are bulgy and nervous.
“As you can see, we, here, at Air Pocket, have nothing to hide.”
Right after the narrator says that, while Steven is still desperately looking at the screen, like magic, his underwear, imitating a gust of wind, just come off like a snap bracelet going in reverse. His pubic hair actually tufts into view while the tip of his penis can clearly be seen jumping up for half a second.
Steven gasps.
“Air Pocket. The airline that cares.”
Steven looks to the screen with a shaken nervousness while his eyes dance between a jittery humiliation and a subtle disdain. He then leans forward, puts one hand on his knee while condensing his other hand into a fist and places it under his chin. As one leg bounces up and down, the screen fades to black and the commercial ends.
Excellent job, this is great!
Mike was always late to sailing class, and finally the professor/captain had enough. He warned Mike that there would be a grave punishment if he was late just one more time. When he arrived 20 minutes late to class yet again, and cocky about it, the teacher handed out the punishment. He made the other students hold him down and strip him naked, then toss his clothes overboard.
Mike grabbed a bundle of rope and mocked his classmates, "See, I can still cover myself with this, you bunch of assholes."
Then the professor/captain called out "Hoist the main sails!" Which, of course, was the rope that Mike was holding. The sails went up, tearing the rope from his hands, and practically taking his junk with it. Mike covered himself, but then was instructed to start pulling lines with the rest of the class.
"No fucking way I'm exposing myself to these people!"
The professor looked at him with the most serious eyes he'd ever seen. "If you don't participate in this class and do your job, I will make sure that every other professor in this college forces you to strip naked in each of your classes for the rest of the semester."
"You can't do that!"
"Try me," the professor scowled. Mike knew from the look on his face that he was deadly serious. So he did the work, pulling lines, tightening sails, arguably the best work he'd ever done in this class, all in the nude. And to Mike's surprise, he was actually having fun doing it.
At the end of class, the professor handed Mike some spare clothes. "You're a much better worker in the nude," he said, only slightly jokingly.
Mike started getting dressed and turned to the professor. "Would it be okay if I continued to?"
The professor was taken aback. "Wait, you want to take this class naked?"
"This was the most fun I've had this year. I felt so free and totally connected with the boat and the wind and the waves. So yeah."
And from then on, when Mike reached the gangplank, now always on time, he stripped off all his clothes, left them on the dock before climbing into the boat, and sailed in the nude, a smile on his face wider than the sea itself.
News of his new class uniform spread quickly across campus and before long people would gather at the dock to watch him strip and board the boat. At first he was embarrassed by the attention, but he grew to appreciate it and would even make a show of his undressing.
A few times when they returned to the dock, Mike found his clothes gone, either taken by someone or scattered into the harbor by the wind. But in his newfound confidence, he was undaunted, and proudly marched back to campus without even covering himself.
After college, Mike went on to start a clothing optional catamaran cruise company, which made him quite successful and allowed him to continue sailing naked as often as he wanted.
Much enjoyed! Honestly loved that he eventually grew to like taking class naked lol, excellent work.
The jock looked down in embarrassment as he processed what he had to do. Sure, making a bet involving having to do an "embarrassing task" seemed funny at the time. Just over who could win a game of cards of all things.
He was really regretting how vaguely he worded that bet. By "embarrassing task," he just meant something silly. Like he'd force his friend to wear a goofy outfit for the day. He hadn't considered that his friend had a more devious plan in mind.
So now here he was, out in broad daylight, wearing nothing but a light purple thong that slipped into his butt crack, displaying his cheeks for all to see.
His front side fared no better. The tight package left little to the imagination, putting great emphasis on the outline of his barely contained cock and balls.
"Dude, do I really have to do this?" He asked, face burning red, and hands over his crotch, trying to save any modesty he could.
"Yes man. You knew the bet. All the way around the neighborhood. Hands behind your head the whole way. Unless you want me to rip that tight thong off and force you to do it naked. So get those hands up and get walking." His friend demanded.
Face burning a deep shade of red, and skin shining from the sunlight reflected off of the sweat coating his body, the jock hesitantly removed his hands from his cock and up behind his head, putting his package on complete display.
Gulping, embarrassment coursing through his veins, he began to walk out to the busy road and very populated neighborhood, exposed for any passerbyers to see. Looking down, he saw that the sweat had begun to seep into the thong, making it slightly transparent, revealing his penis ever so slightly more.
Much to his dismay and humiliation, people thought it would be funny to mess with him. They began smacking his ass and wedgieing his thong; slowly reddening his asscheeks to match the redness on his face. He cringed as he felt the thong yanked deeper into his crack by the force of the wedgie. Even more concerning, the wedgie pulled tighter on his pouch, crushing his package. He grimaced from the uncomfortable feeling.
"At least this can't get any worse." He thought through the stares, laughter, cars honking their horns, and phones recording his nearly naked walk.
Unfortunately, he was proven wrong, as he suddenly felt his cock twitch underneath the tight confines of his pouch. "Fuck! Not right now!" He thought in terror. But there was nothing he could do to stop his oncoming erection.
Gasps, cheers, and cat calls were thrown out at the jock as his throbbing member pointed outwards and upwards, stretching the thin cloth, making it even more transparent. Looking down, he could see his cock in clear view from the top of his thong, which had been pushed out by his cock.
All he could do was continue to walk down the road, both sets of cheeks red and boner leading the way; laughter accompanying him the whole way.