Wilbur

They weren't the sharpest tools in the shed. The punishment for losing the bet was to suck each other off in front of the window, behind the sheer curtain. They completely misread the meaning of "behind," but no one was especially keen to correct them.

There were no free birthday drinks if you were in your birthday suit – but he only learned that when the bartender slapped down his massive tab. That’s also when he realized his friends, his clothes, his phone, and his wallet had all vanished. Naked, broke, and alone – happy birthday!

“I’d get going if I were you. We’ll wait for you at the end of the trail, but if you’re not there in an hour, you’re on your own. Even in your bare feet, it should be doable. Just one little catch—the cross-country run starts in half an hour, so you’ll have a big of audience for your naked butt.”

“You’re not allowed to sit here and sulk all night. Pull yourself together, put on your best smile, and get out there and greet our guests. You brought this upon yourself—take your nudity punishment like a man.”

“Please! I’ll do anything – just don’t tell my parents,” the boy begged his neighbor after the home-alone party spiraled out of control.
And just like that, the neighbor had his new nude model for the life drawing classes.

He’d been reluctant to volunteer for the university's annual naked bike ride, saying he was too shy to be naked in public. In the end, his friends convinced him by saying he didn’t have to worry—he’d be wearing a costume. Technically they were right, but he promised himself never to trust them again

“Ha ha, you’ve really locked yourself out buck naked! I told you the back door was risky. Sorry, but I’m stuck at work. Either wait for me to get home, or ask Mr. Ericson next door for my spare key. He’ll definitely love the view.”

They say that the first step is the hardest. That is especially true after a bad night at the poker table, and you have to take your first step through the door to begin your long, naked, embarrassing walk back home.

“No, we’ll have no rematch. First of all, the whole bet was your idea, and secondly, you lost fair and square. You’ll stay naked for the weekend, and get your clothes back Monday morning. Accept it!”

“You’re not so enthusiastic about the ‘own goal punishment’ now, are you, when you’re on the receiving end? Well, you know the drill – pack up all your clothes and we’ll drop your naked ass off on the other side of town. Then you get a naked walk home to reflect on your bad performance today.”

“You’re a lousy thief. That’s why I’m handling you myself – no police. Stupid move bringing your phone, but I guess ‘Mommy’ and ‘Granny’ will love your naked confession video. Get on with it – now! When you’re done, I’ll kick your naked ass out of here. A naked walk of shame is just what you need.”

He was really sorry for forgetting his best friend’s birthday, and said he would get him anything he wanted to make up for it. His friend had only one wish, it turned out – “You with nothing but a ribbon on.”

It was the hottest club in town – way out of their league. Tired of their nagging, the bouncer said the only way in was to strip naked. They did – and it paid off! They became huge hits and regulars, under the strict “birthday suit only” dress code.

“Yes, I’m serious. After that pathetic performance on the pitch today, you don’t deserve a bus ride home – or to wear the team colors. Be at the training field tomorrow, dressed exactly as you are now. You’ve got one week to convince me not to officially rename you ‘Team Bare Ass’.”

“The loser will do an hour-long naked run. Time and place will be decided by the winner.” He’d lost fair and square – there was no arguing about that. Still, it was harsh of his “friends” to choose the neighborhood street fair for the time and place of his punishment.

“You’re not getting back in until you’ve paid the rent you owe me. You’ve got until the end of the day. If not, I’ll start selling off your stuff to cover your debt – starting with your clothes.
It’s a sexy ass you’ve got there. I think you can use that to earn some bucks… if you catch my drift.”

It was supposed to be a fun road trip across Europe – an experience of a lifetime. It definitely became a trip to remember, but not for the reason he expected. A stupid lost bet at the start of the trip meant he had to do a naked nighttime stroll in every city they visited.

Too drunk to care, the naked boy collapsed on the porch couch after his mother locked him out. He definitely cared more the next morning when she marched his hungover head and naked ass to the Goodwill bin to donate all his clothes.
“You don’t seem too keen to wear them yourself, after all.”

“Yes, we know we’re soon down in the village – no, you won’t get your clothes back. As we’ve told you several times – we took your clothes because you need to get some humility knocked into you. Let’s see if you can keep up that tough guy attitude when you’re forced to show off your cock in public.”

To reconnect with the authentic spirit of the ancient Olympics, a new mandatory dress code for male athletes has been introduced for the Summer Olympics. Given the effects of climate change, trials are underway to see if it can also apply to the upcoming Winter Games.

As with many guys before him, he would soon learn that the standard payment for a bed when you passed out drunk at a party was the clothes you were wearing. All the clothes. On the positive side, a naked, embarrassing walk of shame back home is the perfect cure for a hangover.

It was a local amateur league, and they played mostly for fun. But in the last match of the last season, they actually had a shot at the trophy. In the heat of the moment, their young coach blurted out, “I’ll coach next season in the buff if we win this.” That was the motivation the team needed.

The two naked college boys sleeping it of in his field could only mean one thing – Hell Week was back, his favorite time of the year. A whole week of naked guys mysteriously appearing on his land – naked guys he could have some fun with before he returned their bare asses to the frat house.

“It was a bold bet, I’ll give you that, but boy did it backfire. The 12–0 loss of your team means 12 months of nudity for you. You can't talk your way out of this, so just get used to it. It’ll be an interesting year for you, that’s for sure. Let’s store away your clothes, and then head for lunch.”

It was great fun until they were pulled over, handcuffed, locked in a holding cell all weekend, and hauled before a judge Monday morning charged with reckless driving – all while completely stark naked.

Their sentence? Two weeks of community service… in their birthday suits.

“Well, I told you it would be just like the old days. You never wore clothes at the cabin when we were younger, and there’s no need to wear any now. You’ll get used to it by the end of the two weeks. Come on, let’s go say hi to the new neighbors.”

He stood there, frozen. He’d completely forgotten that the landlord had a viewing of the spare room in the apartment today. The landlord gave him an angry look, but the potential new tenant just smiled and said, “If he’s part of the deal, I’ll take it. Confiscate his clothes and I’ll pay double.”

Everyone has their price. Unfortunately for Peter, the security guard who caught them trespassing and threatened to call the police wanted payment in a very particular form – Peter skateboarding naked.

“Sorry, but it’s the boss’s order—this is your new uniform. You caused several near-accidents yesterday with the way you were swinging the signal lamp around. With this new uniform, you’ll have an incentive to keep it still.”

“Sorry about this, but you have so little of value that we just have to take what we can. We’ll be nice, though, and let you keep your flip-flops. OK, you’re free to go, but don’t worry too much. That cute little dick of yours won’t offend anybody.”