His clothes were stolen

After a long, steamy shower, John turned the water off. He reached for the towel next to the shower door and wrapped it around his waist. He had gotten a bit worked up in the shower, so he had a slight bulge from his erection.

John felt relaxed, and ready to head back to the dorm, but his general mood quickly changed as he walked back to the front of the locker room. At first, he was confused, feeling sure to himself that he left his clothes in a small pile near the locker room door. He looked all over the front entrance, checking under benches and around each corner to find his clothes, but he found nothing!

“What the Hell, where are they!” John said to himself. Panic began to settle in as his clothes were no where to be found, not even his socks or shoes.

He puts his head into the palms of his hands as he sits down on the closet bench, wondering how he got himself into this situation. Why today of all days did his clothes go missing in an empty locker room. He couldn’t believe that he somehow misplaced them, that someone had to have taken them!

But as he was stuck there, no clue what to do, he heard a phone, his phone ringing!

He looked up at where the ringing came from. It was heard all the way back further into the locker room. John wondered how his phone got back there, distinctly remembering his phone being placed near his clothes.

John got up from the bench and started to follow the noise of his phone ringing. His towel began to slip down his hips, given that he used it to dry off and is now semi-damp. John kept a hold on the towel though, as even without people in the locker room he would rather not walk around with his shlong out.

The ringing got louder and louder before John laid eyes on a disturbing scene. His phone was propped up against the wall with an unknown number. Around the phone was John’s clothes, or what was left of them. They were torn to pieces, completely unwearable! John’s heart sank into his chest as he saw the destroyed clothes, even his shoes mangled. Whatever happened though, must be related to the strange caller.

So, John hesitantly picked his phone up and answered the call.

“Y-Yes…” John said, wishing this strange call had nothing to due with his destroyed clothes.

“Hello John,” A low, sinister voice replied, “I bet you’ve already seen the state of your clothing, am I right?”

“Who the hell are you!? A-And why did you tear up my clothes!?”

“That isn’t important John, you have much greater things to worry about…”

“What the hell?!”

“You have approximately 1 hour to find your remaining pieces of clothing before they too become shreds of fabric on the ground. Doesn’t that sound, fun?”

“You sick fuck! What did I do to make you do this!”

“Calm down John, it’s just a game. Now, are you ready to sacrifice your dignity to protect your clothing?”

Before John could even reply, the mysterious caller hung up, leaving John alone in the locker room once more. Now panicked, John received a text message from the same number.

“What is it now…”

John opened the DM and clicked the link the caller sent. John was then immediately taken to a website with a counter on it, ticking down to 1 hour!

“Shit shit shit!” John exclaimed.

The time was ticking, and John knew he had to leave now in order to save his clothes. So John immediately ran out of the locker room and headed out of the gym.