#embarrassed guy

[defeatedai]

Liam could feel the bass shaking the floor as he stepped into the packed living room. The air smelled of beer, sweat, and the faintest trace of cologne. It was supposed to be just another weekend party—drinks, music, and harmless dares. But as soon as he saw Mason smirk from across the room, he knew he was in trouble.

Mason had a sharp eye for humiliation and a mischievous streak that everyone knew too well. He had noticed earlier in the night—when Liam had bent down to grab a drink—that his underwear wasn’t just underwear. It was bright, cartoonish, and impossible not to laugh at.

“Yo, Liam!” Mason shouted over the music, grinning like a fox. “Show everyone what you’re rocking under those jeans!”

Liam froze, half-laughing, half-panicking. “Dude, shut up.”

But Mason wasn’t letting him off easy. He pounced when Liam least expected it. The crowd noticed, cheering him on as Mason and two others grabbed Liam’s arms and yanked his shirt off.

“Wait, wait—don’t—” Liam pleaded, but the cheers grew louder.

In a matter of seconds, his jeans followed. Liam stood there in the middle of the living room, heart pounding, wearing only his bright yellow Transformers briefs. The room erupted in laughter and applause.

“Oh my god!” someone yelled from the back. “Are those Bumblebee briefs?”

Mason raised Liam’s discarded jeans above his head like a trophy. “Ladies and gentlemen,” he declared, “the life of the party!”

Liam’s face burned as he tried to cover himself, but Mason grabbed his wrists and held them behind his back just enough to keep him exposed. The cameras were out now, phones flashing.

Inside, Liam was torn between fury and an odd rush of adrenaline. They’re all staring at me. Oh god, they’re actually cheering. I should be mad… but maybe this isn’t the worst thing ever?

“Alright, alright,” Mason finally said, loosening his grip but still grinning. “Let’s get him a drink—he earned it!”

The crowd roared again. Liam exhaled, still red-faced but now smiling despite himself. Somewhere between humiliation and thrill, he realized he’d just become the most memorable part of the party.

[defeatedai]

Josh had always been the loudest guy in the room. Whether it was a football game, a party, or just a quiet night hanging out, he had to be the center of attention. Tonight was no different.

His best friend, Mia, had thrown a casual house party to celebrate the end of midterms. People were crowded around the living room playing card games, sipping drinks, and laughing at inside jokes. Someone had suggested a game of Truth or Dare, and Josh jumped in immediately — eager for the spotlight.

At first, it was all harmless. Silly dares, embarrassing truths, just enough to get everyone laughing. But then someone dared Josh to do something he never would have agreed to if he wasn’t three drinks in.

“Lose the pants,” Ryan said with a mischievous grin. “And keep them off for the next three rounds.”

Josh puffed out his chest. “Easy. You think I’m scared?”

But the moment he shimmied out of his jeans, revealing his patriotic star-spangled underwear, the room erupted in laughter. Phones came out. People started snapping pictures.

Then the dares got progressively more humiliating. Someone dared him to do a dramatic catwalk across the living room. Another dared him to do 10 push-ups while people cheered.

And then came the final dare — the one that led to this exact moment.

“Hands up against the wall,” Mia said, grinning. “You have to stay like that until your crush finishes their drink.”

Josh groaned but complied, his face burning red as he raised his arms over his head. The room howled with laughter and egged him on as he stood there, half-laughing, half-mortified, silently begging for the ordeal to end.

[defeatedai]

Logan hadn’t exactly planned to become the star of the party. It started with a friendly game of beer pong in the living room. Logan, usually decent at the game, was having the worst streak of his life — every shot missed, every cup drained by the opposing team.

When his last throw bounced off the table and into a potted plant, the room erupted with cheers — but not for him. The rule was clear: loser had to do a “victory lap” in their underwear.

With dramatic sighs and mock bows, Logan disappeared into the hallway. Thirty seconds later, he re-emerged wearing only a pair of blue patterned boxers. His expression was somewhere between regret and “I’m never living this down.”

The crowd went wild, phones came out, and someone even chanted, “Logan! Logan!” as he shuffled past, trying to keep a shred of dignity intact.

By the end of the night, Logan was laughing with everyone else. The video of his hallway “runway walk” became an instant classic in the group chat — and from that night on, he was affectionately nicknamed “Captain Blue Brief.”

[anonboy420]

send me your tiny dicks and wedgie pics to laugh at… finally popped back on here… where are all the shrimp dick faggots?