He wants to know how much longer he has to do this.

I sat in the back of my own car, Austin at the wheel, Brittany sitting next to him. Both of them totally dressed, as any normal person would be in a public space. Me, on the other hand, as naked as a person could possibly be. And that was unlikely to change anytime soon.

But I was curious. When would I be allowed to have ANYTHING of mine back? Never mind my clothes, if I at least had my stuff to keep me occupied, this wouldn't be nearly as humiliating, but nope. My room at home was be totally naked as I was.

Wanting some answers, I spoke up. "So, umm..." I stumbled a bit, still not entirely sure how I wanted to ask this question. "How much longer do I have to, you know... be like this?" I gestured towards my entire naked body.

Brittany chuckled at my expense as she replied, "Me and Austin spoke about that. Given how severe what you did was, we were sorely tempted to just take all of that stuff for ourselves."

"What?!" I exclaimed, shocked at the bluntness of that message. "B-but I would have nothing! I worked hard for that stuff!"

"Oh, shut up, no, you didn't," Austin retorted. "Like I said before, you don't deserve any of it. So you gotta earn it." He explained his sick methodology as he continued driving toward my home.

"Earn it?" I repeated, baffled. "You took my fucking clothing! Why would I have to earn clothing?"

Brittany's continued laughter at my bewilderment kept getting on my nerves. "Honestly, I only told Austin to take your clothes because the thought of you having to go everywhere with your dick and balls hanging out was just too hilarious," she iterated, clearly enjoying what she was saying as she reached for another slice of pizza.

Before I was able to respond to that statement, we had arrived at my house. Austin parked the car and turned back to look at me. "As for your question..."