Chelsea & Brandon

Ah, we both had the same strategy.

"Okay, let's get our contestants here!"

In a blink of an eye both people appeared in front of us with blindfolds over their eyes. It was weird to see Brandon after the time apart. He still looked good even though you couldn't work it out long-term.

"I've already filled you both in on the rules mentally so let's get to it. Actually.."

You felt that similar surge in your body and acted without consent. Both you and Ben pivoted to stand back-to-back, the feeling of his skin on yours was electrifying. However, you had not a second to relish that pleasure before you grabbed your sweatpants and shucked them down to your ankles!

"BAH!"

"What the fuck!"

You both yelled out. As much as you wanted to cover yourself you instead locked arms with Ben from behind, each of you exposing yourself to half the room. Ben had it worse but there were two college students on your side definitely not being shy about looking you up and down.

Shit! Fuck! Fuck!

Then you realized that your bare ass was pressed up against Ben's bare ass. It was so warm. You also thought about how he was equally as exposed. How you envied the people on the other side of the room, getting to look fully and completely at Ben's naked form.

"Alright you two, get to guessing!"

Brandon knelt down and crawled over to your legs. Slowly he slid his hands up your thigh until resting them onto your soft package.

"Hmmm," he pondered.

You were pleasantly surprised that you weren't getting aroused. Being rubbed is typically a physical reaction whether you want it or not but the fear of the public shame must have outweighed it in your mind.

"Well, he's bigger than Tony."

Tony? Who the fuck was Tony?

"And my guy is smaller than Mark."

You could feel Ben's ass tense up at that. Probably wanting to say something stupid but realizing that would give it away.

Chelsea added a detail that added to my education of Ben's naked form, "well he's circumcised so that rules out Phillip."

Ben's cut. Hmm. Nice to know.

"Yeah, same over here but that doesn't really whittle it down for me. How about his balls? These feel pretty average."

"Hm," Chelsea thought out loud, "I'm not sure. I don't really pay attention. They feel big? What's normal, egg sized?"

"Whoa! No, egg-size is pretty big lady. Most guys are like, pretty big grapes, maybe? How big are grapes?"

The sorcerer butted in, "As fun as this is, because I _know _how much it's killing both guys, I'd like an answer."

"I dunno man," Brandon said, "a soft dick isn't something I hang out with a bunch, ya know? It would be easier if my guy was hard."

"Oh yeah! Mine too!" Chelsea added.

"Now that, is something I can help with."

What? No no no, please no!

Beyond your control blood started to engorge your dick. The shudders in Ben's ass made it clear the same thing was happening to him.

"Oh!" Chelsea said, "Easy. It's Ben. Huh, is that really what your dick feels like soft, hun?"

"Dammit, Chelsea!"

The sorcerer asked what gave him away so easily. You were also eager for the answer.

"Well, Ben may not be the longest guy I've been with but he's definitely the thickest."

Oh really? That's... incredibly vital information my future fantasies.

"He does have quite a hammer, doesn't he? Okay, enough with you."

*Poof* she was gone.

"Hey! Let me pull my pants back up!"

"In a minute," the sorcerer said. "First let's hear Brandon's guess." Ben must not have been happy sporting wood while being ogled by a handful of strangers. You don't blame him.

"Well, I have it narrowed down to three guys. It's either Patrick but I remember his bush being a lot more chaotic. There was Rob but I could have sworn his had more of a lean to it. And then Miles but I think he was thicker? Shit I'm not really sure."

You'd never been so happy that Brandon was a little slut. "I guess I'll just eenie-minie-moe it."

Brandon did the rhyme under is breath while you held yours.

"Patrick!"

"Nope! You lose!" *Poof*

"Well, well, well. Rob you picked well. Ben, not so much."

Ben was clearly upset. "Can we pull up our fucking pants now?!"

"Oh behave! You sure you both don't want to reach around and see how you measure up?"

Yes! Not that I can say that though.

"Just let us pull our pants up. Please!"

"Oh fine, you're no fun Ben, you know that?"

As you both got control of our bodies you both shot down to grab your pants. The action actually bumped you both forward and you each fell to the ground. You quickly pulled your lose sweatpants up but couldn't help your nature and stole a glance towards Ben. It was brief but you saw a blur of that 'hammer.' It was so fast that the image was already warped in your mind and you cursed under your breath. Had you not worried about your own embarrassment you could have looked longer.

Standing back up with your pants on, Ben does the same and you both face the wizard dude.

"So.." he says.

"Yeah, yeah! I know." Ben pulls back down the pants he had on and frustratingly throws them in the washer. You can't help but notice the delicious bulge in his gray boxer briefs and think you catch him notice your own tent in your sweatpants, unhindered by any constricting underwear.

"Oooo so exciting! Only one round left!"

Ben looks over at you, confused, but then down at your boner that you only-now attempt to shield.

"Correct," the wizard says. Ben just grunts. He, too, attempts to shield his concealed boner.

Round 4

"I'm not going to lie, I'm not happy with how fast this game went but what can you do? This last round will leave someone, or both of you, naked. I'll give you each a potential opt-out, if you will, before I explain the rules for round 4."

You both look at each other, unsure of what he means.

"Either of you can forfeit. You'll lose your last article of clothing AND have to walk home naked once your clothes are finished BUT you'll get to cover yourself with a hand. Yes, just a hand."

"Well that doesn't seem like a good option," you say.

"True, true. But if either of you lose the next game you'll have to do the same thing but nothing can shield your exposure. In fact, you'll have to keep your hands on your head when not using them for laundry."

Oh god. So either I chose nudity but with some coverage or gamble on keeping my pants or the most humiliating day of my life. Fuck.

"So gents? Only one of you can use this offer. Are either of you feeling like a martyr?"