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Ryan could only plead as he banged on the door with his whole naked body. It didn’t long before people raced from other adjacent hallways to see what was happening, and for them to immediately start recording.

Raymond decided to be a poor sport and put on a bucket hat and shades to hide his identity. His friends said it was bullshit, but Raymond said they didn’t specify he couldn’t wear accessories, only “clothes.” After arguing, they gave in - but they weren’t done.

At the busiest time of day on campus, Raymond went to the center of campus in a bucket hat, shades, a jersey, and basketball shorts. Little did anyone know that he was sporting a blue and red thong underneath. As he got to the center of campus with his longboard, his friends tipped off the local police that there’s be a streaker through campus. Raymond had no idea.

Raymond looked at his friends with a shit-eating grin, practically ripped off his jersey and shorts, and posed for the camera. He already caught a few cat calls, before he took off on his skateboard. Then the sirens came. Before Raymond could even react, a cop jumped out from behind a tree and tackled him to the ground.

“You’re under arrest” the cop said, followed by his Miranda rights and a quick handcuffing. ! “Dude, it’s just a prank, let me go!” said Raymond, sounding horrified that he might be charged.

“Yeah, we put him up to it and called him in. This guys has just made us do so many embarrassing things for forfeits, but he decided to put shades and a bucket hat when we finally got him, so we thought we’d make him sweat. Please let him go, though, we’re sorry” pleased Raymond’s friends, realizing what they had done.

“Oh, so you’re being a poor sport, huh?” said the cop, as his colleagues started to walk up.

“Yeah, fine, I am, but please let me go! I’ll do anything! I won’t ever do this again!” pleaded Raymond, pleading behind his shades and bucket hat.

“It’s okay. We’ll just let you go with a warning” said the cop that cuffed him, as he grinned at his colleagues.

“Thank you! I won’t ever be a prick about this again, I’ll be-“ exclaimed Raymond, before he was cut off.

“No, you won’t ever do this again” said the officers, cutting off Raymond as they grabbed Raymond’s bucket hat, glasses, and longboard from him. Leaving him in plain sight, handcuffed in nothing but his red and blue thong.

Raymond could only look around in disbelief as the small crowd that was videotaping him got the full view of the “ruthless bet winner of Kappa Theta Alpha.”

“Hey! Funny joke, you give those back now!” pleaded Raymond, as he squirmed on the ground, unable to get up due to his handcuffs.

“Oh no, it’s okay, we’ll take these as our warning. Also, you’ll find the handcuff keys in the bush in front of the dining hall. Heard it’s busy this time of day” laughed the cops, as Raymond’s friends high-fives and got their cameras out too.

It was but a few seconds before the guys no longer felt the sensation of hands on their bodies. Realizing that they weren’t in any pain, they all opened their eyes. They looked down to see if there had been anything done to their bodies, but not a single bruise nor drop of blood was visible on their bare skin. That’s when they realized that their clothes had been taken by the villagers. They began to grow red in embarrassment as they looked at each others’ crotches and asses that were covered by nothing but tighty whities.

“Begone!” yelled the chief, with a roaring ferocity and a smirk that was just on the cusp of a laugh.

Afraid of what might happen if they didn’t heed the direction, the guys grabbed their bags and ran out of the village. Without even realizing it, they had already made it back to town after their desperate sprint out. As they walked up, a small child saw them and ran into the bar. Moments later, practically the whole small town poured out of the bar with drinks in hand and began to laugh at the three anthropologists. The three anthropologists desperately tried to cover themselves with their bag, but it wasn’t long before the villagers were yanking them into the bar.

As if he heard a snap to come back to reality, Mark felt the cold auditorium air on his body. As if to prolong the inevitable he looked around the room and finally heard that behind the laughter there were also cat-calls and jeers of disgust from his colleagues. He looked back into his boss’s face, which was turning red like a tomato, as he looked Mark up and down. The dread was eating him alive, but he had to do it. Mark looked down and immediately regretted it, even though he had no choice. Absolute terror was a weak phrase to describe the sensation that Mark felt, looking at what was not the fancy “new blue suit” that Shawn gave him to put on and admire in the mirror, but the glittery bikini that Mark bought Shawn as a gift for the bedroom. He could feel himself pulled more out of the trance he felt the sensation of the bikini top squeezing and forming against his pecs, the T-back of the thong bikini bottom digging deep into his crack and hugging his hole, and the front of the thong bikini bottom squeezing his balls and cock tight while narrowly keeping from popping out.

Mark took in the sight in disbelief as he looked at every inch of his body, front and back. As he finally looked up and out at his entire company getting a good laugh at him in nothing but a skimpy silver bikini, he really started to think he was in a nightmare. That was until his boss grabbed him by the ear and dragged him to the podium. It was a very quick speech about how exhibitionism and any lewd outbursts of any kind were completely intolerable, and how Mark was to be relieved of his position immediately. All Mark could do was try to cover himself the best he could, as he looked out into the laughing and cat-calling crowd, reveling in recording everyone moment of his utter humiliation. It was the perfect escape from their monotonous office lives, seeing a colleague go up on stage in nothing but a skimpy, sparkling, silver thong bikini swimsuit.

Before Mark could even make a break for it, security came up behind him with handcuffs. When they moved his harms behind back, it revealed the one thing he was desperately trying to hide - his massive hard-on. That’s when the hypnotism set back in one more time. Mark began to moan and shake a little as he shot his load in wave after wave into his thong bikini bottom, all while being escorted off stage. When he finally came to, he looked back at the auditorium absolutely losing it in an uproar of laughter. As they left from his sight, all he could do was look down at his shame - this skimpy thong bikini swimsuit that was now soaked with his cum. It was the end of his career, and given what had just happened, the end of his relationship. Although this was a thrill, none of it was worth it. Everyone once in awhile, though, he’d watch one of the countless videos of him on stage and get off, though. I guess at least there was that.

“Sir! What the hell are you doing? Exhibitionism is an instantly bannable offense. Pull up your pants, gather your things, and meet me at the front desk to terminate your membership.” said the staff member, who looked to be about Jesse’s age, and just as well built under those khakis and tight purple polo hugging his large, muscular frame.

“Come on, Blake! I’ve been coming here for years! I’ll do anything!” pleaded Jesse, as he immediately recognized who it was shorts still around his ankles.

“Anything? Well, if it wasn’t intentional exhibitionism, then that would be fine. Plus I think we’ve had something unspoken going on between us and I’d hate to see you go.” said Blake with a smile, as he looked down at Jesse’s sizable bulge.

“That’d be awesome! And honestly yeah, I’ve always thought you were cute but I wasn’t sure if-“ said Jesse, getting cut off mid-sentence.

“But we can’t excuse this entirely. I’m going to need something in return. You treat me to a date. Also, you play out the accidental exhibitionism by pretending to not realize you don’t have your shorts on as you go and do some bench press reps.” said Blake, as he smirked at Jesse’s shocked face.

“Wow, the date sounds awesome, but the whole accidental exhibitionism thing sounds-“ said Jesse, once again unable to finish a sentence.

“It’s either that or you lose gym membership to the only gym in your price range. Rules are rules, and I’m trying to cut you some slack because you’re cute.” said Blake, taking on an authoritative stance.

“Fine. I’m not treating, though, since you’re making me do this. Also, plant these in the locker room so it’s not weird that I run back to this weight room.” said Jesse, smiling a little at this weird turn of events with his crush.

Jesse stepped out of his shorts, handed them to Blake with a wink, pulled on his side slit tank top, put in his headphones, looked down at his bulging jockstrap, braced himself, and walked out of the weight room. It was obvious that it was the after-work rush by how nearly every machine was taken. Jesse tried his hardest to not make eye contact as he walked to the bench press in the near middle of the room, but he could still somehow feel the eyes all tracing every bit of his body - especially his growing erection and fully on-display bubble butt. This was going to take every bit of skill he learned from acting school.

Jesse pretended to play to the narrative by giving a confused look at two guys laughing at him. He then began to put on more weights to suit his actual reps, which required him to bend down and give people some beautiful views of his hole. Jesse could hear the laughs, but all he could do was pretend like he couldn’t through the pretend music in his headphones. Jesse then laid back on the bench and positioned his legs to the sides, which honestly gave a strong glimpse of his hole and a perfect sight on his growing erection and bubble butt. He then started his reps, which somehow felt easier with what almost felt like an adrenaline rush. While doing this, Jesse could hardly contain his excitement at the thought of everyone in this gym getting a vivid look of him in nothing but his black shoes, gray socks, gray side slit tank top, and a jockstrap that was now very much at full mast and leaking precum.

“Sir!!” yelled a blonde woman, who was now beside him with a nametag that read “Trina.”

“Yes? Did I grunt or something when I wasn’t supposed to?” asked Jesse, as he pulled out his headphones to the sound of laughter and cat-callsx and did his best to sound candid as possible.

“Sir, you don’t have any pants on and we have strict rules against this!” yelled Trina, with a stern look in her face.

“What do you-“ said Jesse, playing his part again and lurching his head forward while keeping his back on the bench.

Jesse knew what he’d see, but wow was it worse than he thought - yet everything he wanted. People were now crowding a bit more to get a good luck and better angles with their cameras. Jesse first looked into the lenses of those cameras, and the laughing and cat-calling faces of his fellow gym-goers - many of which he’d seen around but never talked to. Then he saw it - his fully erect cock in his precum-soaked jockstrap, and his obviously completely bare legs. This vulnerable sight of himself against the crowded backdrop of people taking in every inch of his body gave him a rush to the point that he wished they could stay frozen like that. He knew, though, that he still had to play his part.

“What the hell! Where are my shorts?” yelled Jesse convincingly, as he sprung up into a sitting stance.

Jesse looked down at his fully tented jock and huge, bare thighs, and then slowly looked in horror up at the crowd. He then took in the sight in a blank stare, and then jolted back to reality - or so it seemed to the onlookers - and jumped off of the bench press with one hand over his cock and the other over his ass. He had to push past the crowd that got in some sly gropes on his ass and bulge. Too tempted by this moment, Jesse pretended to trip, and then fell to the ground in a way that was a bit too perfect and definitely only achievable from his stage combat class in college. He looked down at himself and back at the crowd in horror, scrambled to his feet, and ran into the locker room.

As Jesse burst into the locker room, the whole room looked him in his state. He did the whole thing again where looked down and back up at the laughing room in embarrassment, and started to cover his fully tented jockstrap and his ass, even though he was now in a place where seeing an ass wasn’t the worst thing. The locker room began their roar of laughter, cat-calls, and jeers, as Jesse scrambled through the aisles to find his shorts. Some of the guys definitely got bold with some slaps on the ass and gropes on his ass and cock.

By the time Jesse found his shorts, everyone had gotten a good look. He pretended to fumble as he put them on, which drew in more laughter. He then quickly ran to his locker, did the code, grabbed his stuff, and ran out. When he got back out, he once again stopped to take in the gym staring at him, to which he followed their gaze to his now precum soaked navy-blue shorts, which had a nice little soak-through of white cum. Jesse ran out of the gym, but not without a quick eye-lock with Blake - the man who started this journey. Jesse gave a little wink and a little kiss face, to which Blake could only form a momentary smile as to not draw questions. Jesse then burst out of the gym, ran to his car, caught his breath, and gave a quick stroke to shoot his load into his shorts. It was possibly the best blow he’d ever had, as he relived the humiliation he just felt.

Bill instinctively started to bang on the door and yell for them to let him in. It wasn’t until about 30 seconds had gone by that he felt the sun on his ass and looked behind him. Staring back at him and his huge thonged ass was the community pool that was overflowing with people on this hot summer day. Bill froze as they started to cat-call, laugh, cry out remarks of disgust, and record his moment of vulnerability. Only sobered for this one moment, his drunkenness kicked in as he tricked to make a break for it, without realizing he still had the small trunks around his knees. Bill fell over, once again giving a full display to the crowd now erupting with laughter.

It seemed simple enough. Well, that was until Stan felt a long piece of thin fabric and a hat fall onto him. He looked at it in confusion as he wondered where the rest of it was.

“Where’s the rest?” asked Stan, with a nervous laugh.

“That’s all you get and you better move quick if you don’t want to lose. Also, I got you a nice hat so it was unmistakable who you were. That goes on your head if you plan to make it into the frat.” laughed the senior brother, as his voice trailed off with his steps.

Stan bit his lip in anxiety as he assessed the outfit. No. There was no way. They gave him one of those Borat thongs. Not some cheerleading outfit or a dress. A thong. He freaked out for a solid 10 seconds before realizing he was on a timer. He stepped into the two large holes, pulled it up quick, nearly wincing as the soft cloth touched his hole, and readjusted. He then put on the hat and adjusted it in the mirror. He stared in shocked horror. Stan worked out so that he could look this good in the mirror, but never did he think everyone would get a look at his huge arms, massive pecs, thick thighs, bubble butt, and v-line, with nothing covering the rest of his body but a snapback, socks, shoes, and a blue mankini.

Stan became unfrozen when he realized the task at hand. He peeked out the dress room door, realized it was pointless to have done so in the first place, and took off running through the store. The laughs, cat-calls, and cries of disgust we’re just the start to a neverending stream up ahead of him. As he burst through the front door and took off down the sidewalk, his bouncing as and bulge caught people’s eyes pretty quickly and got him the usual whistles and jeers. Upon arriving at a four lane intersection, he was forced to stop as everyone around him got a great view.

As he saw the speeding cars, he felt powerless against time. He couldn’t figure out what it meant to be late, so he took off at the first gap, nearly getting hit. After the intersection, he was lucky that he just had to cross campus to frat row. The streets were packed with students who got a good show and definitely recorded the show to be later put on social media with the signature “Stan.” on the back of his hat.

Stan had finally made it to frat row. His muscles and lungs were screaming, since cardio wasn’t his usual gig, but he had to keep going. The lawns were busy with other hell week activities, which only meant even more cat calls and laughs to act as the perfect background sound to all of their videos being taken of Stan. Luckily Stan was already home free.

Here he was. He’d finally made it. Kappa Omega Kappa. He ran up to the door and gave it a good turn. And then another good turn. And then another good turn. It wasn’t turning. He then looked over at the windows of the porch at the fraternity brothers drinking beers and laughing.

“You were the last one, newbie. This is the end of the line.” said a tall blonde senior, who had walked up from the backyard and looked to be Jeremy, the frat president.

“Come on, I bet everyone else had better starting points! Just give me one more chance! I’ll do anything to join!” pleaded Stan, knowing his dad might just pull him from the college if he didn’t make it in.

“Anything? Now that’s what I like to hear! I’ve actually got my definition of anything right. here.” said Jeremy with a smirk, as he handed Stan an odd black stick.

“This… is a dildo? What, you want me to suck it? Fine. I’ll do it, just as long as-“ said Stan, getting cut off as he noticed a group of the other sororities and frats congregating on the street.

“Put it up your ass.” whispered Jeremy, with a sadistic grin.

“N-no, I can’t… th-there’s no way - I… fine. I’d do anything to join.” said Stan, as he moved the strap, spit on the dildo, closed his eyes, and shoved it up his ass.

The crowd went absolutely crazy with different people cheering, calling him disgusting, and howling with laughs. Stan could hardly hide the pleasure he felt with this dildo up his ass.

“Good. Good. Now, get in the middle of that crowd. We need to see your resolve.” said Jeremy with his sly smirk, as he took advantage of Stan’s vulnerability to handcuff him and give him a good shove with a slap on his ass.

Stan stood like a deer in the headlights as the crowd was erupting at his humiliation. Stan looked down at his naked body, covered only by his shoes, socks, hat, and the blue mankini that was now being stretched by Stan’s massive 12 inch hardon. Stan looked back at the crowd, nodded back to Jeremy’s smug mug, and walked forward through the crowd, with everyone getting a nice handful and some good closeup shots.

When Stan got to the middle, he looked back at Jeremy with a look of solemn defeat. That defeat grew into confusion, and then fear as Jeremy showed a small remote in his hand, pointed it at Stan, and then winked. Before Stan could even try to grab it out, he was overtaken from the inside by powerful thrusts and tremors through his asshole. That dildo wasn’t just any dildo - it was an expensive, top-of-the-line thrusting and vibrating dildo.

Stan couldn’t even cover himself due to his hands being restrained by the handcuffs. All he could do was shake, thrust, and moan like an animal as pleasure shot like tsunami waves through his body. The crowd was deafening with their excitement at Stan’s excitement. Then it happened. Stan opened his eyes in terror as he looked over at Jeremy just laughing and eating it up. The finale. Jeremy clicked another button and Stan knew it was over.

Stan dropped to his knees in yell moans, as he cock bazookaed out spray after spray of cum into his blue mankini, which didn’t leave much to the imagination due to his 12 inch fully hard cock giving clear views on the side. He kept thrusting and thrusting, even when there was nothing left to cum out of him. He sat there on his knees, out of breath, soaked in sweat, cum soaked into his blue mankini, cum on the inside of his huge thighs, cum running down his huge shaft into his pubes, and cum pooling on the road. All he could do was try to ignore the immense thrusts in his ass, as he looked at all of the faces and phones coming down on him like blinding stadium lights.

Then he felt two hands lift him up, and looked back at Jeremy who still had that beautiful shit-eating grin.

“Hope everyone enjoyed the show! Everyone, give a warm welcome to our newest brother of Kappa Omega Kappa - Stan Sterling!” yelled Jeremy, making sure to yell Stan’s full name for every ear and recording in this massive crowd.

“You’re going to be the frat bitch, but most of all, you’re gonna be my bitch, cutie.” whispered Jeremy into Stan’s ear, as he gave him a slap on the ass and walked him back to the frat house.

It didn’t stop there, though. His friends dared him to get as close to the women’s section in just the revealing singlet. It started out with small, cautious steps, where he made sure he had something to hide behind. It went from a joke with laughter, to a legitimate thrill, and it didn’t help that that the bottom strap of the singlet was caressing his hole and making him get a hard-on. By the time he got to the opening to the other crowded section of the store, he paused and looked at his friends with a nervous smile. They told him to pose at attention, as they pointed directly at his fully erect cock, and said they’d get a good picture

So then Henry went for it - that moment of thrill and exhibition he’d never felt before. He stood on full display for the rest of the store, legs apart, upright, hands pushing down on his straps, dick fully rented in the singlet as the precum stain left no question to where the head of his cock was, and simultaneously hoping that no one saw him and that everyone saw him. He stood like this for a solid 10 seconds, living up this high. It wasn’t until he asked his friends about if they took the picture or not that he turned around to an empty section.

Henry’s heart started to race now that he was alone like this, and turned around to see one shocked woman starting at him. The feeling of getting caught swept over his body, leaving him with an immense regret, yet indescribable pleasure. With that, he darted back towards the changing rooms, but when he got there the stall with his clothes was locked and there was no way under or over. He could ask an employee to let him in, but that wasn’t an option, so he grabbed a tank top and basketball shorts and put them on.

Now was the easy part. He just had to leave the store. Sure, the alarms would go off, but he’d be fine. That was until as soon as he walked through the scanner and set off the alarms he felt a huge hand on his shoulder.

“You’ll have to return those, sir.” said the massive security guard, with a deep voice that made Henry’s ear tingle at such a close range.

“Sorry, sir, my friends stole my clothes. I’ll be taking these and we can call it an I-owe-you.” retorted Henry, try to hold his ground.

“I don’t care what your situation is. You just stated clearly that you’re stealing these items, so I’ll have to take them back and detain you.” said the security officer angrily, with a smirk on his face.

With that, the security guard used his immense strength to pull Henry’s tank top up and off, and then grabbed Henry with his left arm as he removed the basketball shorts. Henry was in such shock and fear of such an enormous man that he could hardly resist. It wasn’t until the man handcuffed him that he realized he was in the same state as he was earlier - except instead of one lady starting in shock, the whole department store was getting an eyeful.

Henry stared out at the huge crowd staring back at him. What started as silent shock erupted into an immense laughter. Henry looked down to take in the reality of the situation again, seeing that he was once again completely visible to everyone in just this revealing singlet. The cherry on top was that his erection had gone down ever so slightly, but the attention, the strap hugging his hole, and the feeling of this beefy body guard’s body pushing against him was bring it up to full mast.

“Now - march.” ordered the security guard, as he gave Henry a slap on the ass.

Henry was ready to run to the back of the store, but this guard made sure it was going to be his own little parade. People continued their laughs, cats-calls, and calls of disgust, all while recording every second. Henry just stared blankly at everyone, mixed in the thought of hating this experience, but also hoping it would never end. By the time he got to the center with a large majority of people, he got even more horny.

“Also, forgot to tell you. Nice ass.” whispered the security guard into Henry’s ear, as he gave a covert squeeze to Henry’s right cheek.

This was it. This was the tipping point. Henry tried to will it back as he clenched everything in his body, but nothing could stop this feeling. While still being pushed along by the security guard, Henry let out restrained moans, gyrated his hips sheepishly, and let his load explode out in waves, unable to cover himself due to the handcuffs. The crowd was absolutely losing it as he tried to will it to stop. He started into their eyes as they looked upon him as an animal - a joke. By the time he stopped, they were already at the back of the store, to which the security guard unlocked a door and threw Henry in.

“Well well well, you’re the type that likes to put on a show, huh? I bet you wanted this, huh? I saw you on the cameras as soon as you struck a pose in those panties of yours. It wasn’t a joke - it was a thrill to you. I have an idea, though. If you want to get off free of charge, I’ve been wanting a little play thing like you.” the security guard said, grabbing ahold of Henry’s cum-soaked dick and balls through the singlet, to which Henry jerked.

“No, I wouldn’t - I can’t… Okay, fine. I won’t lie, this was hot, and I know you were playing into it too. That slap on the ass? That grope? You knew the game you were playing. Fine. I’m your little play thing now. Can you at least get me some clothes?” said Henry awkwardly, with the perfect duality of confidence and sheepishness.

“That’s what I like to hear. You won’t be needing clothes for our first little play session, though. Get ready, because I’m pretty possessive with my property. Also, the name’s Enrique, but sir works too.” said Enrique with that smooth, deep voice of his, as he he got right in Henry’s face and grabbed ahold of his thighs.

When they made it to the top, it was go time. Their hearts were racing as they waited for the last car to clear the scene and saw no one in sight. They all lowers their pants to reveal their rock hard cocks leaking precum. They all looked at each other’s tenting thongs and asses, down at their own, tried not to lick their lips, and forced a laugh. Go time.

“1, 2, 3… STRIP!” yelled Chaz, to which they all practically ripped off their pants and shirts, balled them up and threw them down to the bottom.

As soon as they watched them hit the ground, the wave of pleasure and fear took over their bodies, as they looked down to see that they now had nothing on but their sandals, thongs, and throbbing hard cocks. They all looked at each other with a smile filled with horny joy, but holding back a natural nervous fear. Then they woke up as they saw a convoy of car starting to come up the mountain road, and began to dart down the mountain road to their only ticket out of this self-inflicted thrill ride - their clothes.

They weren’t even a quarter of the way down before a car made it to them, which was full of college guys probably from their same college, who honked, rolled down their windows, and recorded their thong run while laughing and cat-calling. This continued on with more honks, laughs, and catcalls, but even garnered some looks of disgust, all while the guys were in a mix of covering themselves, not covering themselves, feeling regret, and feeling pure ecstasy.

By the time they got to the bottom, their clothes were luckily still right there on the road. The guys cheered in relief as they raced towards them after that thong thrill run. That relief only lasted so long when a cop car came into view, pulled up next to them, and caught them dead in their tracks.

“You perverts are coming with me. Well, it looks like you precame a little on your own.” the officer said, trying to hide a smile behind a facade of disgust, as he pointed at their fully hard cocks soaking their things with precum.

“We’re sorry, sir, we just thought it was a funny joke. No harm no foul, right? Oh, and this? The must just be sweat, plus it’s easy to get a little excited down there when you’re running and this funny little strap is rubbing your- actually, yeah, we’re sorry, we won’t do it again, and now we’re just going to go get our clothes and-“ said Chaz nervously, as he tried to defend him and his friends, before getting cut off.

“You won’t be needing those at the station. Now, let’s get you cuffed so you can’t pull anything. Hands behind your backs and no funny business.” said the officer, as he got out of his car with three pairs of handcuffs.

Chaz, Darian, and Lorenzo looked at each other in horror. Their little thrill-seeking adventure was coming to an end. The officer latched on the cuffs, as a line of cars behind them and in front of them on the mountain road honked, cat-called, and laughed at them. The officer then lead them into the back seat of his car, and took off.

“Please, we can’t have sex offender records! It was just a joke!” pleaded Darian, as he bumped around with his friends in the back seat.

“Well, here’s another joke. Here’s the deal. You guys find a way to all cum in that back seat before we get to the police station and I’ll drop you off at home. Deal?” the officer said, shooting a laugh and smile back at them through the rear view mirror.

They all looked at each other and laughed nervously, but by the look of the officer’s face, this was no joke. They tried to look disgusted with the thought, but all three of them had dreamed of an orgy together, and here they were in the back seat of a cop car, handcuffed, and wearing nothing but sandals and precum-soaked thongs. To their disadvantage, though, the fear had killed their homers

“There’s eight minutes until we get to the station. Do what you need to do. Crazier things have gone on that backseat.” laughed the officer, as he licked his lips.

The guys looked at each other and the fake look of disgust dropped from their faces. Determination and the slight hint of a smile took its place in full effect. Suddenly, they were all on each other, humping, kissing, thrusting, moaning, and completely wrapping themselves together.

“We’ll be there in a minute.” said the officer, grinning at them.

In that moment, it was like a switch flipped as the started to hump harder and moan louder. Then, completely connected, they all let out shrill moans as they shot their full loads into their thongs just as they pulled up to the police station. They laid there on top of each other, covered in sweat and each other’s juices, unable to hide their joy and pleasure. They couldn’t even hide it when they looked at each other and tried to hold back a kiss in this moment.

“Nice job, guys, time to get you home. Where to?” the officer said, smiling right back to them, with his hands clearly down his pants.

“6911 Frat Row.” huffed Lorenzo, completely out of breath.

It wasn’t long before they got to frat row, which you could tell it was the daylight hours on a Friday night, based on all of the cookouts taking place in every frat and sorority frontline, and the masses of people. Then they stopped.

“Last stop. It’s been fun, but I’ve got places to be. I’ll leave your handcuff keys at the front door.” said the officer nonchalantly.

“What do you mean, our house is all the way at the end of these parties? It’s not far?” said Chaz with a little bit of attitude.

“I said what I said. If you want me to turn this car around and I go book you guys, be my guest. Now, enjoy thrill ride part two - sorry, three, and get out of my car. You’ll want to be quick, because - well - yeah.” said the officer as he unlocked the doors and turned on his sirens.

The guys looked at each other in horror, then at the masses of people staring at the car, and then at the officer in disbelief.

“Run.” said the officer.

Lorenzo had to angle himself to open the door, and nearly fell out as jumped out. Chaz and Darian followed in suit. The officer then sped off down the road to their house to leave the handcuff keys, but not a single eye on the street traced to the cop car - there was another spectacle standing there. Three well-built guys wearing nothing but the deer in the headlight look on their faces, each other’s sweat and cum all over their own muscles, the handcuffs restraining them from covering themselves, and their cum-cloaked thongs currently hugging their holes and fully erect massive dicks.

“Run!” ordered Chaz, as he lead the way down the street.

Darian and Lorenzo followed in close suit, as the sea of frats, sororities, and their guests began to line the road with cat-calls, laughs, and yells of disgust. Every person had their phone out, and some of the drunker guys went into the street to give slaps on ass, try to swipe at their thongs, or try to grab and restrain them. Luckily no one was able to stop their running path, but it was still a solid mile to the house, as the crowd trailed behind like a mob.

By the time they got to the house, they farted to the front door, completely out of breath. They saw it - their freedom in the form of the handcuff keys - three of them. They looked at each other, nodded, squatted down backwards to pick them up, and started their messy, desperate attempt to unlock each other with all of their hands restrained behind their backs. They desperately fiddled and finagled for probably five minutes, constantly dropping the keys or getting the key wrong, all while a massive cackling crowd surrounded them on all sides with phone cameras capturing every moment and every bit of their bodies. Finally, they got Lorenzo free. He started to go for the other keys, but Chaz and Darian looked at the crowd and then back at Lorenzo desperately.

“Get the spare key!” yelled Chaz and Darian both, as they nodded to the doormat.

Lorenzo bent down, legs shaking from nerves and exhaustion, and threw the mat to the side. He stopped.

“What are you doing?! Hurry up and let us in to the-“ yelled Chaz, unable to complete his sentence.

The three boys looked down in cold terror. It wasn’t there. The spare key wasn’t there.

“Last Thursday when I was drunk and lost my key… I let myself in. The spare’s in the house.” sighed Chaz, looking down in defeat, unable to hide his shame in the same way he couldn’t hide his massive erection.

Darian and Lorenzo then looked at each other with fire in their eyes and nodded. Lorenzo moved with immense speed as he grabbed the keys from his friends and undid their handcuffs. Darian and Lorenzo then grabbed ahold of Chaz, and began to barrel through the crowd. They felt everything - gropes all over their bodies, grabs onto their limbs and things that they had to push or shrug off, and the suffocation of phones and laughter on every inch of their body with their faces unmistakably visible. By the time they escaped the crowd, Chaz had tears welling up in his eyes, but there was no time to stop. They dragged him in the direction of their one saving grace.

“Chaz, this isn’t your fault!” yelled Darian, as he looked back at the crowd they had managed to lose, but then forward to the new cars and people getting a good look and cat-calling them.

“Yeah, this started out as a joke, but this has honestly been everything we ever wanted and we all know it! Hell, I know we all leave our doors unlocked when we’re jacking off because we want to get caught, or we pretend like we don’t remember the way we touch each other when we’re drunk! This is liberating and it’s all thanks to you!” yelled Lorenzo, who also didn’t care about who heard them at this point.

“You guys really mean that? Well, after all that I think we’re ruined, but I wouldn’t have this any other way with any other smoking hot guys! And with that, let’s find that officer before another finds us!” yelled Chaz, wiping away his tears.

And so the boys raced through town to the police station, gathering the usual cat calls, laughs, and disgust. By the time they got there, their officer friend parked out in front enjoy a coffee. They raced over and banged on his door, to which he lowered it.

“You fine gentleman look familiar and in need of help. Need a ride?” asked the officer, unlocking the door for the three to jump in.

“Well, officer, we locked ourselves out. We’ll have to tell you the fun story about what we experienced in that streak down frat row and us trying to get in.” said Chaz, cheerful from all of the excitement, and completely at peace with the realization that everyone they knew and loved would see this group of friends in nothing by sandals, handcuffs, and tenting cum-soaked thong.

“It’s Brady to you guys. And I think I’ve got a better idea. I’m off for the weekend and have a cabin not too far in the mountains. I think some guys like us could have some fun up there. A few toys, some skivvies we’d all look good in, and anything you could want. You guys in?” asked the officer, as he sped off through town.

“After today, I think we’re down for anything.” said Chaz, as he started to get comfortable with his guys in the back.