Their... clothing?

Another one of the masked men spoke up. "What we want..." he paused for some reason. "... is your clothes."

Noah and Jordan both stood there, stunned by what they had just heard.

Jordan spoke first. "...our clothes?"

Noah followed up. "Are you crazy? Why do you want our clothes?"

The leader of the masked men spoke up. "Simple. We've gotten what we wanted, and we don't want you two following us or going to the authorities about what happened here. So, only way to be absolutely sure that you don't do that is by having you strip down. Understand?"

Noah and Jordan looked at each other, both with worried looks on their faces. They were good friends, but it seemed like they were about to get even closer than either of them imagined.

Jordan suddenly blurted out. "Please don't make us do this!"

The leader chuckled. "Either you do it yourselves or we do it for you."