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“Looking for these, I guess? This is private property, and there’s no way you didn’t see the ‘No trespassing’ signs. I don’t care how you get your naked ass home; you won’t get you clothes back. Get of my property right now!”

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So since my Halloween experience got over 200 notes, I was required to send in another experience I had…I hope it doesn’t get as many notes, or maybe you might not even publish it! There is somewhat of a non con element to it, but i want to stress that the guy was a good friend of mine and I am truly ok with what happened, but I was extremely embarrassed in the moment.

In college, I had a friend who introduced me to some kinky stuff. I trusted him a lot and liked him. One day I was hanging out at his place with him and his friend that I didn’t know too well. I was wearing gym shorts, a shirt, a snapback, and shoes and socks. We were sitting around drinking beers and chatting the three of us. Somehow the fact that I can do a handstand came up in conversation and they asked me to demonstrate. I did but due to the beer and my shirt falling off it wasn’t very good. My friend’s friend suggested I just take my shirt off, and my friend agreed and quickly stripped my shirt off me. I redid the handstand and held it longer. I didn’t know where he had put my shirt so i just chilled shirtless for the rest of the time. A beer or two later, My friend mentioned he had gotten some bondage equipment and asked if i wouldn’t mind modeling it off for him and his friend. I had been tied up before by a guy and since it wasn’t a sexual thing this time, I had no reason not to.

My friend showed me his set up, a chair with arm cuffs attached and a set of stocks attached to a nearby table slightly higher than the chair. When I sat down and put my feet in the stock holes, this had to effect of raising my feet and making my shorts slide down my thighs slightly. My friend tied my hands to the cuffs, which were angled so my arms were away from my body, while his friend closed the stocks over my feet. I tested out my bonds and realized my range of movement was severely limited. I looked up at them, expecting them to be looking at how my range of motion was limited or maybe how the arm cuffs looked or something. Instead…

“So bro, are you, um….ticklish at all?” My friend asked. I realized what his plan was and freaked out, thrashing in my bonds to try and prevent that from happening to me. Unfortunately for me, I am extremely ticklish everywhere on my body. I can’t stand being tickled. It’s true torture!

“Um…no im not tickliyyyyish at ahhhhhhhll” I said as i felt his friend’s nails drag along my helpless soles. He laughed at my reaction and dragged his nails down my soles a second, third, fourth time. I squirmed in my bonds but there was nothing I could do to shield my feet from his fingers, and each time he went down my foot I got closer and closer to letting out a gigantic and uncontrolled laugh.

“Cmon guys don’t tickle ahahahah tick hahahahaha” I couldn’t get my sentence out as my friend tickled up and down my sides, much more firmly and aggressively than his friend was doing on my feet. I tried to close my arms but the cuffs held them away from my body, adding to my vulnerability. All i could do was do my best not to react and hope they’d get bored and let me go. But then I heard…

“Hey, cover up his feet with this,” and after a moment I felt baby oil being slathered onto my feet. My friend’s friend held up a small hairbrush for me to see. I looked into his eyes in panic and said “No cmon bro PLEASE don’t use that Im serious Im so ticklish bro I can’t take it!” He listened to me for a moment then took the brush and dragged it mercilessly over my helpless sole, tickling over and over while I began laughing uncontrollably.

The sensation on my sides and feet was too intense and I realized to my horror that I had a hard on. I hoped they wouldn’t notice, but as some point my friend’s friend stopped tickling me and said “Um dude are you not wearing underwear?” I looked at him and saw that he was looking up my shorts and could see my cock and balls.

“I…uh…cmon bro don’t look!” I blushed beet red and stared at the ceiling, trying to avoid eye contact with him.

“Oh I’m looking dude, you have a nice tool and a great bush!” his compliments made me blush even harder.

“Do you want to tickle him there?” My friend asked his friend. I glared at him and was about to demand he let me go, but before I could, his friend said “YES!” enthusiastically. My friend picked up another tickle toy, a stiff feather, and handed it to his pal. My friend held my shorts open so his pal could have easier access to what he wanted to tickle. I soon felt the feather sliding along my balls and along my shaft. I screamed in ticklish agony and my legs began shaking but due to my bonds I couldn’t prevent him from tickling me there, and I realized that my erection had gotten even more firm from the feather tickling, and I am sure he saw this too.

They laughed at my predicament, and my friend was enthralled with my reactions to the feather tickling my genitals. He guided his pal too, saying things like “Make sure to get along the curve of his balls” then giggling hysterically when the new sensation made my laughter go up an octave. They both noticed when a spot of precum appeared on my shorts. They teased me about it and asked if I needed a break. I said yes and began to beg for one but they just kept tickling.

After a few minutes the guy holding up my gym shorts let go, and the guy with the feather grabbed hold of them himself, while the first guy began tickling my feet again. I couldnt take this sensation and told them that they had to stop or i was going to reach the point of no return.

“Bro, you’re really gonna cum on yourself while we are tickling you like this?” feather guy asked

“YES if you dont stop!!” I yelled. They both laughed and increased intensity of their tickling, the guy with the feather dipping down to my taint and running the feather along the underside of my balls, and after only a few seconds of tickle torture on that specific spot…I made my O face involuntarily in front of both of them and shot my load into my gym shorts. I have never been more embarrassed. I was so ashamed not to be able to control my body’s reactions in front of two friends.

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Submission from a follower, if you have a similar story, please feel free to share it with me

ok so i went to a halloween party hosted by a friend of mine in town. i took public transit as i live in the burbs but i dont have a car. i went as a wrestler, and when i was getting dressed i texted my friend the host to ask what underwear to wear under. he insisted i wear nothing under so i reluctantly agreed and showed up in just a blue singlet, shoes, and socks to this party.

it was a gay party and we had all been cooped up from all the covid precautions so it was verrry raunchy hahahah. i drank i think 6 beers. and i made out with a cowboy i didnt know and unfortunately for me got ROCK hard. because i was in the singlet, i couldnt exactly hide it and the lack of underwear made it even more prominent and visible. I got several looks from guys i didnt know as i went over to the corner to get soft. but my friend the host saw me and started talking with me and his eyes kept darting down and i could tell he was looking at my hard on. i should mention this friend and i are really tight. so when he casually reached down and traced the length of my shaft through the singlet with his finger i didnt mind, even though we were in his kitchen and other guys might have seen. i did kinda gasp in surprise and couldnt finish the sentence i was saying. he took that as an invitation to do it again, tracing from tip to balls, and i didnt have time to stop him cause i had drinks in my hands. but when he didn't stop after that i turned away blushing and laughed as I said quit it and he did.

well after a bit i was soft again and was ready to leave and actually kinda left in a hurry. now my journey home was to walk to the metro station, take the metro to the train station, wait for the night train, take the train about 20 minutes, then walk from the train station to my place. door to door about 90 minutes. i should have ubered looking back, but that was pricey cause it was halloween.

now as soon as i stepped outside, the cool air hit me and i had a realization: I needed to pee. i had had like 6 or 7 beers and they had gone straight through me. i considered going back to my friends place but i didnt want to miss the train and i was concerned if i peed some would get on my singlet and nothing would hide the spot since i had no underwear on.

so i walked to the metro station and waited for the metro and took that to the train station. as i was holding on to the standing bar in the metro i started squirming in my wrestling singlet and really considering whether i should go at the station. but i decided to hold it because those bathrooms are gross and the spot issue. If i peed at a urinal and some got on my singlet everyone would see and the train agent might have said something or worse, not let me on the train, which meant I'd have to wait til morning to get home. So i walked off the metro, passed the bathrooms and waited in the boarding area for the train. it was about 15 minutes before boarding, and i was kinda drunk so i was texting my friend to distract me but he was still winding down his party so he didnt respond much.

so when I finally got on the train i was pretty desperate. i got a couple of looks cause my face was contorted with the tension of needing to pee, so i embarrassingly sat toward the back by myself and tried not to grab myself since i was just in my singlet. I didn't want to look like i was touching myself and risk getting arrested or anything, so i was careful to keep my hands above my waist, relying only on my abs and thigh muscles to hold it in. I was squirming for sure, and I kept alternating between sitting and standing every few minutes, crossing my legs and shifting my thighs to help hold it in even as the pounding in my bladder got worse and worse. I was constantly looking out the window, willing the train to speed up, and looking down at my crotch to make sure no pee had escaped. 25 agonizing minutes later i finally got off the train, barely able to walk i had to pee so bad.

So i started walking to my building with all my muscles tensed on not pissing myself and trying not to grab my crotch.

I almost made it, but a little less than 3 blocks from my house, i suddenly heard a cop siren blare on the next street and heard the cop car as it drove away. the sound of the siren made me jump in surprise and...

It happened.

I started pissing in my singlet uncontrollably.

I tried to stop the stream but my muscles down there were so worn out so when i tapered the stream for a few seconds, I couldn't keep that up and the muscles forcibly relaxed and I went completely on myself. I was mortified and so mad at myself and being so close to home but not making it made me feel like a little bitch. I walked the remaining 3 blocks to my apartment in the wet singlet and had to wait around the corner, crouched in my soaked singlet for a minute while a group left so they wouldnt see me before hurrying in.

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Tyler was wondering how he got himself into this mess. A couple of hours before him and some other classmates were dared to wear a butt plug during their graduation. Reluctant at first but then they agreed. What Tyler didn't realise is that his robe was a tear away robe and well as his trousers and shirt that was provided to him.

As he arrived at the graduation he felt a vibration from his butt plug. A couple of other classmates had also commented on this. Tyler was slowly starting to get aroused. As the names were being called Tyler realized he was fully erect. He looked down thanking that the robe covered everything. He realized that he had started to leak precum. He would have to jerk off after this. As he name was called out he made his way to the stage. Going up the stairs he felt like he was going to explode.

He classmates tore off his robe, trousers and shirt leaving him in wet see through briefs. He classmates just laughed and pointed. We weren't expecting extras. All Tyler could do was stand there in shock and embarrassment.

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He struggled to understand what had just happened to him. A bit shy and not much of a dancer he had held a low profile the entire night, looking after the table while his friends were busy out on the dancefloor. Then out of nowhere he found himself surrounded by a bunch of angry looking guys and a girl pointing and yelling at him, accusing him of harassing and groping her while they were dancing. His attempt to explain that he had been sitting here the whole night and that they must have the wrong guy were ignored. Before he had any chance to react the guys yanked him up from the table and dragged him out to the back alley. There they wrestled him to the ground, forcible stripped him of his clothes, and pushed him through a door into the neighboring building.

Now he found himself sitting stark naked in a gay bar trying to explain the crazy story. Both the staff and the guest all seemed sympathetic towards him, but no one was in any hurry to help him cover up and apparently they didn’t find his clothes outside. If he had turned around, however, he would have seen the owner of the bar talking to one of his assaulters, paying him off and thanking him for jet another decent “delivery”. The man was really pleased with himself. Having good looking, innocent, straight boys turning up stark naked at his bar had been real boost for the business.

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Eric and the other farmhands were spending the entire week out at one of the fare corners of the ranch to clear new land. Eric had only been at the ranch for a couple of weeks, but he had got along well with the guys. So, when they suddenly jump on him and starts to strip him naked, he just laughs at it assuming it is only some silly hazing the new guy had to go through. But when he gets up on his feet, he sees his clothes being trough into the fire, and not only the clothes they had stripped of his body, but also the spare clothes he had brought with him for the week. Angerly, Eric tries to rescue his clothes, but he is held firmly back by two of the other farmhands and is forced stand there stark naked and watch all his clothes being destroyed by the fire. “This will be your uniform for the week,” John, a big though guy and unofficial leader of the farm hands says to Eric. “If you behave, I might let you get dressed when we get back to the ranch.” Apparently, Eric had pissed of John by flirting with his girlfriend when they were out the last weekend. The other guys had tried to warn him, but Eric had just ignored them and now John had decided he needs to be put in place. When the rancher visits them later that day, Eric pleads with him to take him back or at least give him something to cover up with. But the rancher just answers that does not meddle in the internal justice of his farm hands, and that Eric should just try to get through the naked humiliation to get back on good terms with John. He is of course free to leave the ranch if he wants, but the rancher reminds him that he has a two-week notice and if he leaves now, he won’t get paid. Since he can’t afford to lose his jobs, Eric sees now other option than to resigning to his naked fate and get through the week in the buff, hoping he at least will have some clothes waiting for him back at the ranch. To add to the humiliation, the constant breeze on his naked body causes some unwanted reactions in his groin. How long would the nickname “Boner Boy” stick?

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