Stripped To Your Bare Cocks

You can't believe it. You've never lost a video game. Out of your entire group of friends, you're the best! You always win! And this was the most IMPORTANT game challenge to win at! But now, here you are... Just the latest couple of losers to meet defeat at the hands of this game.

As you sit there in stunned silence, Walter and the rest of your friends are shaking their heads in disappointment. Lucas looks terrified and his cheeks are already flushed red, as you know yours are, as well.

You stand up shakily, and Lucas does the same, glancing over to you helplessly. You can only shrug your shoulders. "We lost, man. We lost at the first challenge. Nothing left to do but shuck off our briefs and face the music."

Lucas shakes his head. "Isn't there something we can do?! Like... Get another life, or something? There's no way it's already over!"

Walter is the one to answer him this time. "Sorry, man. Tommy is right. You had three lives, and lost them all. Challenge rules are that you have to strip bare-butt naked, get down on your knees in the camera frame, and put your hands behind your head side-by-side."

Lucas shakes his head. "N-no way! Can we... Can we at least turn around, or something? Show are bare asses to the camera, instead? That's still humiliating!"

You sigh. "No, Lucas... Like I told you at the beginning, if we lose, we get stripped to our bare cocks. There's no way around it."

You finally accept your humiliation. Hanging your head in shame, you pull down your briefs. They fall to your ankles. You kick them off, and fall to your knees, hands still cupped over your penis in humiliation. Lucas does the same thing, and your friends watch, some sighing, as they wait for the game to finish you off.

The photo countdown starts, and a prompt appears at the top, but this one is a lot less polite.

*Place Your Hands Behind Your Head, and Put Your Loser Cocks on Display.*

You and Lucas finally comply. Your hands go behind your heads, and your friends get a clear eye-full of both of your penises.

"Hah! So that's what Tommy's wanker looks like."

"Lucas is always so bashful in the locker room. Never seen his pecker before. How embarrassing."

"What a shame, man. Didn't figure Tommy would end up with his balls hanging in the breeze."

Their muttered teasing causes you to blush in humiliation, as does Lucas, who whimpers slightly as the two of you sit there on your knees and wait for the camera to go off, which it finally does. The photo is superimposed on the screen, depicting Lucas looking away from the camera in shame, and you staring down at your own stripped cock in disbelief. Another prompt appears.