Marble 2

"Green! Oh what a lucky day for you, Rob!"

Fuck!

"Interesting little fact about this bag, it's magic. Well, I mean obviously it's magic, but more-so than meets the eye. This bag delivers whatever you want out of it. Ben here could have pulled out a magic wand capable of killing me if he had wanted it. But nope! He wanted a green marble. Isn't that just hilarious?!"

"WHAT?!" You yelled.

Ben looked away and grimaced, "I'm sorry dude! I don't want to get naked! You know how scary that is!"

"Yeah! I do! I'm the one losing clothes!"

You felt something course through your body and beyond your control you reached down and flicked off your sandals. You went to put them in the washer but panicked as you tried to not think the one thing you couldn't help but think:

We don't wash shoes in the washing machine.

Ben must have been thinking it to, but at least he didn't rat you out. "Oh yes," the nympho said, "I know, or at least now I do, that you don't wash your shoes in these machines but since you, Rob, decided to wear basically nothing today I thought I would even the score a little bit in your favor."

Ben looked to the guy clearly mulling over whether or not he should protest. Clearly neither of you wanted to get naked but Ben must have realized fair was fair. But hardly!

I only have 2 items left! Why did I choose to not wear underwear today!? Ben is probably standing there with 4.

"Alright, alright, the next round will be far more exhilarating."

Round 2

"This one is always really fun. Everyone has secrets. Some have terrible secrets. Some have secrets that are only terrifying to tell certain people. Either way, you both have some horrible shame bottled up inside. Let me go ahead and tell you what each of your worst secrets are."

In your head you hear the man speak without moving his lips. 'You like Ben. You've fantasized about his body, about his cock, about what it would taste like. You've masturbated to the thought of him for years. There isn't a time when you two get together that you don't check out his ass or crotch when he's not looking. That is the secret you're most afraid to share.'

You go white in the face and look over at Ben who has a similar look of anguish.

What could be so bad for him?

"Okay, now you can either tell each other your secret or lose and article of clothing. Simple, right?"

This can't be happening.