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The alcohol made him do it. In a fit of reckless spontaneity, he ripped off his swim trunks and swung them overhead to the rhythm of the bass, not at all caring that he was now buck naked in the middle of a packed pool party. His mates kept laughing, watching his cock bob and dance in the water along with him.

When the DJ finally dropped the beat, he let out a triumphant shout and launched his trunks into the sky. All eyes were on him. Then suddenly, a gust of wind caught his trunks and sent them flying right off the edge of the roof deck.

Watching his only piece of clothing drift toward the city streets below sobered him up instantly. He gripped the pool ledge, feeling absolutely helpless as his trunks disappeared into the city. When he eventually turned around, he noticed everyone at the party looking at him, only then being conscious of his naked body barely getting concealed by the water.

"Does anyone have a spare set of clothes? Looks like our skinny-dipper is gonna need 'em!" the DJ announced over the speakers, only making his face burn even redder from embarrassment. His change of clothes were locked away in his buddy’s car, and judging by the way his mates were filming his humiliation, he knew he wasn't getting dressed anytime soon.

Jake was hooking up with someone in his building. He offered to host at his unit, but his hookup had other (kinkier) plans. Instead, they were meeting at his hookup's car for a bit of public fun, fogging up the windows like the good old days. Jake got excited just thinking about getting caught. He was about to take the elevator down to the parking basement when he received a text from his hookup --

UNKNOWN: Don't take the elevator. Take the stairs. I want you to be nice and sweaty when you get here.

He wasn't expecting his hookup to be into this kind of stuff, but he just thought nothing of it and just went with the flow. He entered the stuffy stairwell and started walking down to the basement when he received another text --

UNKNOWN: If your shirt is already drenched in sweat, you should just take it off and hang them on the handrail to dry.

JAKE: You want me to leave my shirt behind?

UNKNOWN: You won't even need that shirt to where we're going ;) Don't worry too much about it. It's just a shirt. Besides, it will still be there when we finish.

Jake took almost every opportunity to walk around shirtless, so it didn't take much more convincing to make him take his top off. A few floors later, he got another text --

UNKNOWN: You must be getting tired walking down all those stairs. If you need to lighten up the load, you should just leave your pants behind.

JAKE: Take off my jeans? You've got to be kidding me.

UNKNOWN: I know how much you enjoy exposing yourself in public. I'm just giving you the opportunity to do what you've always dreamed of doing ;) Anyways, no one uses the stairs, so you should be safe.

As much as he hated to admit it, it was true. Just the thought of walking around in his underwear had him stiff as a brick. He hesitated at first, but after checking that nobody else was in the stairwell, he dropped his pants to the ground and left them right where he stood. With the number of floors he went down, his white briefs were pretty damp with sweat, leaving a clear imprint of his erection. When he finally made it to Basement 3, he got another text --

UNKNOWN: Before leaving the stairwell, I should inform you that the door automatically locks once it closes. If you still want to get your clothes back afterwards, you should probably leave a doorstop.

JAKE: A doorstop? What kind of doorstop?

UNKNOWN: Just leave your shoes by the door. That should be enough to stop it from closing.

He was almost naked at this point. Taking off his shoes wasn't much of a loss, so he just untied them and left them behind.

UNKNOWN: I can already see you from here. You look cute in your tighty whiteys, but I need you to take them off.

JAKE: Take off my undies? What for?!

UNKNOWN: Stay where you are. There's a CCTV pointed right at my car. I wouldn't want them recording what we're about to do ;) If you walk in from behind, you should be able to cover the lens with your briefs without being caught.

JAKE: Then I'll be walking around naked! Why can't you do it yourself?

UNKNOWN: If I do it, they'll see my face! Your briefs are the safest way. And don't tell me you don't want to do it. Judging by the bulge in your undies, I know you want to get naked in the open right now.

His hookup was right once again. The fact that anyone driving by could see him butt naked at any moment had turned him on. Getting excited for what's coming, he quickly stripped off his briefs and his socks, and threw them at any security camera near the area. With the place now secured, he walked around the parking lot with his dick out in the open.

UNKNOWN: That's a good boy. A good naked boy.

JAKE: Which one is your car again? I can't seem to find it.

JAKE: Hello?

***We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel this is in error, please check the number dialed, and please try again***

Jake looked at his phone confused. He tried walking around the parking basement, lifting his phone around to get better reception, until he came across one empty parking slot with a piece of paper with his name on it in the center. Even more confused now, he picked the paper up and read it --

Hey Jake, I'm honestly surprised you didn't remember me from the few months that we dated back then. But I still vividly remember when you just ghosted me out of the blue, so I decided to give you a taste of your own medicine just so you know exactly what it felt like. We've talked about how you wanted to explore your exhibitionist tendencies, so think of this as my final parting gift. Hope you enjoy streaking as much as you imagined it! xoxo

P.S. Next time you get naked in public, make sure to bring all your valuables, especially your room keys. Quite a rookie mistake to leave them in your pants pocket.

Jake felt the panic settling in as he read the letter. He looked around and saw that the CCTV's he covered up were now pointing right at him, his undies nowhere to be seen. He rushed to the stairwell, now more cautious about staying hidden in the shadows, only to find that the door had closed and locked automatically. He couldn't get back up the stairs, but he knew for sure that the rest of his clothes were already missing as well.

Without any other choice, he took the elevator to the lobby, praying that nobody else was on it. But just his luck, the elevator doors opened up revealing it was almost packed, forcing him to squeeze into the crowd, his bare cheeks now pressed against another stranger. His face turned even redder when someone in the elevator complimented him, 'Nice ass you got there, bud!'

He could feel everyone looking at his naked body as he walked around the lobby. His hands were desperately pressed against his cock, still stiff from all the attention. The front desk laughed as he explained his situation in full detail. He was able to prove his residence at the condo with documents on his phone, but it would still take a long time for the admin to get a locksmith to open up his door. He had to wait in the lobby while still completely naked, using only his hands to preserve his dignity. And the one time he had to move his hands away to sign a few consent forms, someone in the lobby shouted out, 'Look! His dick is completely erect!'

After the most humiliating few hours of his life, the locksmith finally unlocked his unit and he made it back home. He thought the worst was past him until he opened up his closet and saw that it was completely empty, all gone except for his trenchcoat. Then, he saw another message waiting for him --

Here's one last gift from me to you. I noticed that your fridge is running out of supplies, so I think it's time for a grocery run! I've left you a trenchcoat to keep you warm when you go outside. But please be a gentleman and hang up your trenchcoat before going grocery shopping. Only a true gentleman will get his clothes back. I'm sure the other shoppers will enjoy seeing your banana on display! xoxo

It's wonderful, Sir. You were right. I'm a faggot. Caged is how I was meant to live.

Good boy. Now lets go home, I need to relieve myself in your hole.

That’s my primary care physician, Dr. L. You might wonder how I have that pic of him. I’ll tell you how it started.

So, he’s always been completely professional with me. But last week, I’m having my physical with him when his cell phone rings. He picks it up, looks at me: “Sorry, I have to take this. It’s my son.”

There’s a picture on his desk of the doc’s second wife, much younger than him, and their son, who seems to be a teenager.

Dr. L answers, and then, for 5 whole minutes says hardly anything. In the small examining room, I can hear his son’s voice quite clearly—it’s almost as though he’s yelling. He makes demand after demand, and Dr. L just repeatedly agrees. His son berates him for having forgotten to do something—something about a library card—and Dr. L actually apologizes to him. “I’m sorry about that, Paul. I’ll try to do better.”

Finally, the call ends. “Sorry about that, Steven. He’s at that age.” Dr. L blushes.

“How old is he?”

“Sixteen.”

“And how old are you?”

Dr. L looks surprised at my asking the personal question, but he answers: “Sixty.”

“And you let him treat you like that? That’s humiliating, doc.”

I should say that I’m not that much older than Dr. L’s son: 21. And that I look a bit like young Paul: dark Italian good looks. My shirt’s open for the exam.

Dr. L doesn’t respond, he just gulps, blushes again, and then says, “Should we continue with the exam?”

“Not yet.” My tone is demanding, just like his son’s. “First, tell me, how does it make you feel to have him treat you like that?”

He lowers his head, almost whispering, and he repeats my word back to me. “Humiliating.”

I smile: “Humiliating, but …”

He looks confused, but then he says, “Humiliating, but … but exciting.”

I nod my head. “Yes, your cock gets hard when he talks to you like that, doesn’t it, Doc?”

“Yes.”

“You know, that's really pathetic. Is your cock hard now, doctor?”

“Yes.”

I smile more broadly. “Strip down to your underwear, Dr. L.”

He obeys my command. He’s actually wearing a jockstrap, which I find odd. Maybe doc’s kinkier than I thought.

“Look at yourself, doc.” He glances toward the mirror. “No wonder you let him boss you around. You’ve let yourself go to pot. He’s a better man than you, isn’t he?”

“Yes, Steven, he is. And you are too.”

“That’s right, doctor. Be honest now, doctor. What do you want me to do to you?”

He was swimming through the ocean when a drifting piece of seaweed brushed against his navel and down the length of his shaft where it somehow tangled itself between his balls. He paused his swim and instinctively reached down himself to remove the offending snarl of seaweed. Realizing where exactly he had just felt that cool slimy sensation of seaweed on his body, he quickly looked down at himself and discovered only then that he was completely fucking naked. A wave of panic washed over him. How long has he been swimming in the nude? At what point did he even lose his swim shorts? He was glad he didn't fully pronate his body as he swam or else everyone he had passed by would have seen his bare ass! He was fully submerged from the shoulders down, but he still had both his hands covering his manhood as he desperately looked around for any sign of his shorts. But then suddenly, he heard someone on shore calling out his name.

Fuck, this is definitely the worst time to get recognized. He was a pro athlete, but he was far from being the star QB of the team, so he almost never got recognized especially outside his home town. "Hey Brock! Brock! That's Brock from the Dallas Cowboys! Holy shit, I've got you on my fantasy football team!" The excited fan called out to him from the shore.

"That's cool, dude," he gave the fan an awkward smile as he stood in the water with both hands glued to his crotch.

"Come over here man! I got to take a picture with you! Oh and you gotta sign my shirt!"

"I, uh, can't exactly do that right now..." He looked around and noticed that everyone was looking at him. There weren't that many people, but he could feel them all staring. Their loud conversation had only brought more unwanted attention to himself.

"My buddies won't believe that I met you if I came back empty-handed! Come on man, just mosey on over here. This won't take more than a minute. I promise I won't keep you for long!" The fan's excited shouting only brought more people to stop and watch the entire exchange.

"Alright! Alright! Just stop shouting..." He reluctantly moved closer, making sure to keep everything from the waist below submerged and hoping that the cloudy seawater wouldn't reveal any more than he intended. "This should be close enough for a picture, okay?"

"Come closer, dude. Promise, I won't bite," the fan chuckled. "If you really don't want a picture, then I'mma just call my buddies. They're just around here somewhere. I'm sure they'd freak out if they met you!"

"No! Don't call anyone else! Please!" Brock was almost pleading to the fan, moving even dangerously closer to the shore. "You can take a picture from here! And I can sign anything you want, just hand them over to me."

"You know I can't get in the water, dude. I mean, I'm wearing jeans over here! You're the one wearing a... swimsuit..." There was a sudden change in the fan's tone and expression. His eyes were clearly staring down at Brock's crotch as he figured out why the pro athlete was so hesitant to get out of the water. Realizing that he had been caught, Brock tried to shush the fan but it was too late. The fan's voice almost echoed through the entire beach, "Holy shit, dude! Are you completely naked right now? The boys gotta see this!"

The fan was already on ths phone when Brock emerged from the water in an attempt to stop him. "Bro, yall gotta come down to the beach right now. Brock from the Cowboys is here man, and he's skinny-dipping! Yup, at the public beach. I mean, he's got balls, and I'm looking right at them right now," the fan laughed. Brock was trying to get the phone out of the fan's hand, but he quickly looked down realizing he had inadvertently exposed himself to the entire beach. "It's as hairy as his beard, dude. I see he ain't a fan of trimming either hedges," the fan continued. Brock's face flushed red upon seeing he was surrounded by prying eyes. He relented on the fan who was now showing everything to his buddies on a videocall. He was stunned in place noticing all the other people already recording him, almost forgetting to cover his crotch with his hands before running away.

Before they could put the cuffs on, a hot middle-aged man in board shorts came up and told the officers that this was the competitions’ new experimental cheerleaders and not to charge them. The officers then nodded and walked away. The man then helped the guys up, to which they thanked him. The man then said that what he told them was now true, and unless they wanted him to call back those cops, they were going to be his crew of jackass cheerleaders for the weekend.

Your friend asked if you'd help shoot an album cover for a local rock band he was managing, three college guys. The idea was to have an interesting photo on the cover, with all three band members dressed the same. You agreed, as long as you had creative control over the shoot itself.

The first thing you all agreed was that they should lose their shirts. They were actually pretty nice guys, and open to trying out different poses to get an interesting shot.

You were double-checking a shot in your camera when you zoomed in and noticed that one of the guys, Kyle, wasn't wearing any underwear under his shorts.

Your camera was sharp enough that you could see his little uncut twenty-year-old dick peeking out from his shorts. You decided to play a joke.

You lined all three boys up for a group shot. Then you said, "Okay, let's have Kyle lower his shorts--keep going until they're all the way down!"

The boys were laughing. "Aren't we supposed to be all dressed identically?" "That's right," you said. "Everyone pull their shorts down!"

To your surprise, they all did it...and that's when you realized that none of these three young men had worn underwear to the shoot!

You expected them to tell you to stop photographing them, but no. They posed proudly with their young cocks out. It seems like you really did have complete creative control!

You decide to get some fun pictures of their fit naked bodies. Ultimately, though, you knew their manager would choose a more conventional photo for the album cover. And he did.

But when you got your special vinyl edition in the mail, you opened it up to discovered that the band had decided to use a black-and-white version of one of your "artistic" photos on the inside cover. Hooray for adventurous, confident artistic young men!

This is my dumb himbo jock whose balls I own. Had to give him a bit of a correction after he sent me this first pic. Had him allowed to wear briefs but had to put him in a thong like he belongs since he thought he was hot shit and thought he could wear boxers. That middle finger is gonna earn him a week of denial and unrelenting edging.

My wife decided I didn’t do enough around the house to help her out after the baby was born so she now sends me over to my baby brother’s for a weekly no bar naked spanking. It is so humiliating and by the end I am crying and screaming like a little baby girl.

Not until today, when I blurt out, “But you’re fatter than me!” I immediately regret it, and I expect him to kick me out, but he doesn’t really react. He stands there blushing.

I look him up and down. “Way fatter! Isn’t that right, Doc?”

He blushes deeper. “Yes, Wayne. Way fatter.”

I have my shirt open; he’s been listening to my heart. I shuck it off. “Show me how much fatter, Doc.”

Fuck, he loosens his tie, pulls it off, opens his shirt.

“What a fatty!” He groans, rubs his hand over his saggy chest and big belly.

“Get naked, fatso!” He obeys. His cock is hard. I reach over and grab it. “Tell me who you are, Doc!”

“I’m a fat piggy. A disgrace. A …” it’s only been a few strokes, and already he’s shooting.

Problem is, you’ve got the juiciest pussy of any boy we’ve ever had in this role before. It’s going to take a long time for the partners to get tired of you. You look so cute in your suit and tie. The fact that you’re self caged doesn’t help your case either boy.

I know, but I can’t help it. I love having a locked cock.

Then quit complaining and enjoy it. This is probably your only avenue to make partner anyway.