Marble 1

"Oooo purple!"

You look over to Ben and he just hangs his head.

"Funny thing this bag, it lets you pick anything you want! Ben here either really wants to get naked or wants to protect you Rob! How sweet!"

I look at Ben shocked... "thanks man."

Our voices are clearly back up and running now that we're not trying to harass this pervert magician or whatever he is. Ben just shrugs.

"So cute. Alright Ben, let's deposit your first layer."

Ben reluctantly goes down to untie his shoes. It's actually kind of clear that he's not wanting to do this but perhaps there's magic forcing his body to move. That thought terrifies me. Once his shoes come off he hesitates at the machine.

"What's the matter boy?"

"Well, we uh, we don't wash shoes in machines..."

"Oh?! Well in that case, let's remove those foot sweaters!"

Foot sweaters?! Where the fuck is this guy from?

Ben goes through the same **** ritual and quickly his feet are bare and his socks are added to the pile of clothes already sitting in the machine. It's now that you realize you predicament. Shoes don't count! You only have your sweatpants and Henley on! You didn't think to ask Ben if he decided to wear underwear today (because how would that go?) but you assume he is. That means Ben has 3 more articles to lose to your measly 2 and he already lost once. Things aren't looking good.

"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.