Wyatt had been walking home from the gym late in the evening when he was jumped by a couple of muggers. He didn’t have any cash on him, so the thieves settled for taking his clothes - all of his clothes.
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.
Next time he went to the gym, he’d definitely drive…
This Valentine’s day was probably his most humiliating day ever. Earlier that day, he wanted to do a grand romantic surprise for this girl he had only started flirting with in class, so he snuck into her dorm room and artfully scattered rose petals and lit candles all over. For the pièce de résistance, he stripped naked and laid on her bed, carefully putting a rose over his dick.
He waited in that position until she finally returned home, with her boyfriend. She was shocked to find the guy she had just met only a few weeks ago completely naked on her bed covered in roses. Realizing his misunderstanding, he stood in shock as the boyfriend chased him out of the room. He wouldn’t get a chance to explain himself before they threw him out, still completely in the nude. He would have to run through the campus with his ass in full display before the cops finally catch him. After a naked image of him holding a rose to his junk spread throughout the campus, he would forever be known as the “flower boy” and would live with that humiliating incident for the rest of his university life.
Adrian approached the front desk, one hand glued to his junk as people around him stopped and stared. He’d just finished his post-workout shower when his so-called friends pushed him out of the locker room sans towel. Now he was giving the whole gym a free peek at his hard work… and his friends were blocking the door to keep him from getting back in.
And so Adrian had no choice but to sheepishly go to the front desk and ask for a towel. Unfortunately, the gym recently instituted a “one towel” policy to cut costs… Adrian will have to wait. Hopefully his friends let him back in soon…
This poor ranch hand had a little bad luck on his first day on the job. He was out watching the herd when he spied a few cattle rustlers making off with some of their steers. He chased them down to scare them off, but soon found himself surrounded.
They gave him a choice, his money or his life. He opted for his life. Since he was just a poor ranch hand, though, he didn’t have much to give. To make up the difference, the rustlers decided to take his clothes as well.
And so the poor lad found himself walking naked back to the ranch, with only his boots for cover. How was he going to explain this to the boss?
If you’re at a pool party and you forgot your suit, sometimes your only option is to strip to your undies and jump in. And if you happen to be wearing tighty-whities? Well, you can get embarrassed when you get out of the water with translucent, wet briefs, or you can flaunt it with pride like this hottie.
Mark here is the new lifeguard at the nude beach. He didn’t realize it was a nude beach when he signed up, but when learned the truth from his friends, he was ecstatic. A job where he got to look at naked women all day? Yes, please!
As Mark soon discovered, though, the job wasn’t as great as it seemed on paper. For one, as the lifeguard of the nude beach, he had to be naked himself. On top of that, the beach was technically ‘clothing optional,’ meaning most of the visitors chose to wear clothes.
The end result was that Mark frequently was the only one on the beach naked, making him the center of unwanted attention. Hey, at least he’d end the summer with an all-over tan.
These cowpokes got a bit dirty working out on the ranch. When they rode back into the stables, they realized their clothes were filthy - and so were their bodies. They decided the only thing to do was to strip off and scrub off with the washtub outside.
That was all well and good until they were interrupted by the lady of the house. They all spun in shock at the sound of her gasp. Grabbing their hats, they covered their shame as best they could and offered the lady a sheepish smile. To the lady’s credit, she didn’t pass up the opportunity to eye the naked cowboys, choosing to stand right between them and their clothes as they finished their bath.
This dirty boy is smack dab in the middle of the worst day of his life. This is Jared, a track star at the nearby posh academy. He was out for a run through the woods when he found himself surrounded by students from a rival public school.
“Hey, look what we have here, boys!” One of the ruffians taunted as they closed in on Jared. “One of the rich snobs wandered onto our turf.”
“Look, I don’t want any trouble…” Jared pleaded.
“Well, we don’t either. But you rich kids think you own everything… and this is our trail. Tell you what we’ll do - we’ll let you go for $100.”
Jared was floored. “What? No way!”
“Have it your way. Get him, boys!”
They pounced at once. Jared tried to run, but he was tackled to the ground. Then, to his shock, they began to rip off his clothes one by one. His shoes and socks were yanked off, his tank top torn off his back, and his shorts were pulled off his flailing legs. They all laughed at the sight of Jared kicking around in his briefs, then decided to tear those off as well.
Now naked, Jared fought at his assailants as they hauled him over to a nearby pond and tossed him in. When he emerged, spluttering, the muggers had taken off with his clothes, and Jared was left naked and caked with mud.
With an hour’s run ahead of him back to his house, Jared knew his nightmare had just begun.
Braden tried his best to hide his face as he stood there in the art studio, completely naked. It was supposed to be an easy gig. Money was tight at school, and Braden saw the art department was offering fit men $20 an hour to pose. No biggie - he had a six-pack and he knew it. Why not show it off?
The only problem was that Braden discovered he knew people in this art class - and one in particular jumped out to him as he disrobed. His sister! He didn’t know she was taking art classes!
Now, here Braden is, trapped onstage, naked as a jaybird in front of his older sister. He can tell by her shit-eating grin that he’s not going to hear the end of this for a long while…
Raul felt his cheeks burning with shame as he emerged from the locker room. He couldn’t believe Coach was making him do this. Yes, he had forgotten his uniform, and yes he knew about Coach’s stupid rule, but this wasn’t just practice. This was a huge game against the school’s biggest rival! The stands would be packed!
“Please, don’t make me go out there like this!” Raul pleaded in the locker room, standing in just his protective gear. His teammates were all laughing as he shifted uncomfortably in his jockstrap.
“Would you rather go out there naked? Cause that’s what’ll happen if you’re not out there in five minutes.”
Raul knew better than to tempt Coach. He had no doubt the man would force him to play in the altogether. Instead, tears in his eyes, he marched out onto the field, his goods barely covered and his ass on display, and prepared for the most humiliating game of his life.
Mason woke up after a night of partying with a pounding headache. As he gathered his surroundings he noticed his clothes were gone and was left in his tighty whities. As he realized that he was miles from the dorm room he regretted his choice in undies and really hoped nobody from the football team caught him as he recalled being blackout drunk last night and chanting what a fucking joke the team was after their lost against the easiest team on the schedule. As he was deep in thought about making it to the house without being seen he didn’t notice a couple of the players sneaking up behind him. Suddenly he felt someone grab a handful of his undies and yank up. He let out a yelp and before he realized it his tighty whities we’re hooked on the fence he was walking along. The players let him go and gravity did its thing as Mason fell only to be caught by the fabric on his underwear causing his balls to crush and the fabric to give his ass the worst burn he’s ever had. As they snapped pictures of Mason in his current predicament he was yelling at them and trying to get down. “Have fun up there loser! Who would have thought that the douche from last night talking a big game would be a tighty whitie wearing nerd. Enjoy that nasty wedgie dude because we just sent these photos to everyone in our contact list so soon everyone on campus will know you’re rocking little kid briefs. Hope you have plenty of undies because I have a feeling this current situation will become a norm for you!” As they walked away highfiving each other and laughing Mason again tried to get down by either ripping the underwear or lifting himself up but to no avail. That’s when he looked down the street and saw the baseball team coming his way. He knew that his situation was about to get a lot worse….
“Come on, man. Let me at least keep my underwear…”
“I said everything, pretty boy. You think you’re hot stuff, huh, stealing my girl? Well, we’ll see what she thinks of you after your little naked walk of shame back to the dorms. Now hand ‘em over, chop chop.”
Chip darted around the beach in a panic. He’d found a good, secluded spot to sunbathe and had stripped naked to work on an all-over tan. At some point he must’ve dozed off, because he awoke to the sound of laughter. When he sat up, he realized his secluded spot had grown quite crowded, and dozens of beachgoers were now staring at his full-frontal nudity.
When Chip searched for his swim trunks, though, he discovered someone had stolen them. With no other choice, Chip decided to run down the beach for his car, giving the laughing spectators quite a show as he streaked across the sand.
Corey glanced up at the sound of the door squeaking open, his heart sinking. He’d gotten into the habit the past few weeks of coming to the gym late at night, finding a secluded room, and stripping off for a naked workout. No one was around at that hour, and seeing his bare muscles at work really gave him the extra energy he needed.
The only problem was that Corey had forgotten to lock the door this time. Now, with his clothes by the door and nothing to cover himself with except for a medicine ball, Corey had no choice but to stand there and wait for the inevitable humiliation.
Jacob’s new ‘friends’ on the soccer team had stripped him of his uniform and dropped him in the middle of a busy intersection. They said it was part of his initiation and that they’d be back for him in 5 minutes. That was over half an hour ago… a half hour of him standing around in his tighty-whities while passing cars honked.
Jacob was beginning to realize they weren’t coming back. He was going to have to walk home in his undies. Nice way to welcome him to the team!
Philippe had been nervous about signing up to be an art model. Even though he was in fantastic shape, the thought of being naked in front of so many people was terrifying. Still, he went through with it - he needed the money, and he figured there was no better way to get over his anxiety.
When he showed up for his first gig, he undressed and got up on stage. Philippe couldn’t believe he was really doing it - he was letting 30 strangers draw him naked! It was going fine until the door opened mid-class. In walked one of his coworkers - a young woman that he happened to have a crush on.
Hurriedly, Philippe grabbed the sheet to cover his manhood, panic setting in as he and his coworker locked eyes. The instructor cleared his throat.
“Please resume the pose, Philippe.”
His heart racing, Philippe dropped the sheet, exposing himself once again. It was going to be an agonizing three hours…
Here we see Viggo seconds before he’ll realize that his suit had come off during that last dive. By the time he comes to that realization, though, it’ll be too late - he’ll have already climbed out onto the pool deck completely naked, giving all of the other party goers a good show. Hopefully he’ll be able to find his suit in the water before his friends do…
It was a rough start to Roderick’s day. He woke up to find his phone missing. When he rolled out of bed and walked into the kitchen in his tighty-whities, he found his girlfriend at the table scrolling through his texts. Right away he knew he was screwed.
“Who the hell is Monica?” his girlfriend asked, irate.
“Baby, I can explain…” Roderick said, holding up his hands.
“You asshole! Is she that skank from your work? I knew you were checking her out at that party!”
Monica bolted from her seat and threw open the kitchen cabinets. Soon, she had plates in either hand and was hurling them in Roderick’s direction.
Realizing he wasn’t going to calm his girlfriend down anytime soon, Roderick fled the house. It was only when he got to the curb that he realized he was still in his tighty-whities. With no other choice, he started running down the sidewalk, praying his best friend Mike hadn’t left for work yet…
Evan’s cheeks burned as he did his pushups butt naked in front of his gym class. His little stunt hadn’t gone quite as he planned.
He knew the rules. Coach never let anyone work out in their street clothes. Forget your uniform, you go through class in your undies. He’d only seen it happen once, when one of the guys had to run on the track in his boxerbriefs.
The thing was, Evan had been trying for weeks to get Katie’s attention. He was practically invisible to her, though. He knew he’d have to do something drastic to get her to notice him. His plan? Go through gym class naked.
When Evan finally worked up the nerve and left his gym clothes and his underwear at home, he stripped off at his locker and filed out into the gym. The guys were already making fun of him as he stood there in his birthday suit, waiting for the girls to join the class. When the girls emerged, though, Katie wasn’t there. She was out sick!
So now here Evan was, working out naked in front of his classmates, his crush not even among them. What a waste…
