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Instead of giving him something to cover himself, his friend is taking video.

So your shower is interrupted by your friends stealing your clothes and running out of locker room. So…..do you take the bait, grab your towel and run after them?

“Sorry man, no can do. You knew what would happen.”

Brett’s face burned red as he slid his white briefs down his legs and off of his body, leaving him completely naked aside from his hat on the trail. Mason simply stared at him; a smug smile spread across his face as he chuckled.

Brett knew he shouldn’t have agreed to the bet. He knew that Mason would do any punishment and would expect him to do any in return. He should have said no. And yet here he now was, completely naked and being forced to streak all the way through the busy hiking trail for all to see.

Feeling the small piece of clothing slide off of his body and leaving him completely bare sent a shiver up his spine. He quickly went to cover his exposed and embarrassingly shrunken hairy genitals, which had retreated a ways inward in response to the cold chill of the outdoors. His head was barely peaking out from underneath his large bush of pubic hair.

However, before he could cover, Mason stopped him. “Ah ah ah, you knew the dare. ‘Run down the trail naked, with your hands clasped behind your head.’ No covering up allowed here, remember?”

Brett silently cursed to himself, as reluctantly and slowly, he removed his hands from his exposed cock and balls, and set them behind his head, leaving him on full display.

Mason snorted at the sight of the man’s shrunken penis and tiny balls before looking up to his humiliated and very red face. “Remember, all the way down and all the way back up the trail. No covering up, regardless of who walks by. If you succeed, then you’re off the hook. But if you fail… it will become much more embarrassing for you.”

Brett gulped, feeling anxiety continue to bubble deep within. But before he could respond, Mason gave a sharp SMACK to Brett’s backside, leaving a red handprint where he had been hit. This set Brett off, sprinting down the trail towards oncoming hikers, naked as the day he was born; his small genetalia bouncing around with every step.

Chuckling to himself, Mason began to gather up Brett’s clothing, putting them in his bag. Then, he pulled out his phone and began to call someone.

“Yes, hello, police? I just spotted a naked man running around on the trail near town. He wasn’t even covering his junk up, just letting it all flop around at everyone. It’s making everyone really uncomfortable… oh, you’ll send someone over? That’s great!”

Now Wyatt found himself miles from home, skulking in the shadows butt naked. He kept one hand glued to his junk, praying no one would see him as he made his way across town.