Magic at the Laundromat [MM]

Your friend Ben and you decide to meet up while knocking out both of your growing piles of laundry. Left with barely anything appropriate to wear outside the house, you opt for some sandals, your sweatpants, and an old Henley that you forgot about buried under some old hoodies.

When you meet up with Ben you guys start your first load and catch up. You have to admit, Ben still looks as good as he did in high school. He may have put on a few pounds but he's still your secret crush. Ben knows you're gay but he was always supportive of it, even when that wasn't the popular opinion. You're not sure what you did to deserve a guy like this in your life and that's a key reason you never risked anything more. It hasn't stopped you from fantasizing about what he'd look like naked though.

Damn...

After a bit you both are ready to swap out for load two. You place your stuff in a nearby dryer and Ben follows suit. A bright red pair of briefs from his wet pile catches your eye and also catches you off guard. You wouldn't peg straight, manly-man Ben to own briefs, let alone a pretty-sexy, red pair.

With that thought permanently ingrained in your mind you go back to your washer to start your second load. Emptying the rest of your contents into the machine Ben follows suit and right before you go to close the lid you're stuck. Frozen. Completely immobilized.

What the fuck!?

You find that your eyes can still dart around and verify that Ben appears to be under this same spell as well as the few other people in the building that you can see in front of you. All but one person.

A man, only now standing out like a sore thumb to you. He's extravagantly dressed in a purple suit with green accents and gold trim. He speaks.

"I couldn't help but hear some mental baggage and fun as I flew by and thought I'd drop in for a little fun. I won't bore you all with the details as I've gotten rather bored explaining them myself. The gist? Ben. Rob."

Shit! He said our names! How does he know us?

"Oh I know a lot of things but knowledge is one of my least-impressive skills. Both of your thoughts were quite appetizing and I do have a thing for embarrassing situations. You both are terrified of being naked around others, which really is quite a shame looking at you two."

How did he know? What the fuck is happening!?

"All in due time, Rob. All in due time. Tonight we will be playing a little game. A stripping game none the less! Oh yes, Ben, it'll be as terrifying as you imagine and worse."

He strode over behind us and placed a hand on each shoulder.

"See, once I unfreeze you we'll be playing a little game for our audience here." He gestured to the room of maybe 5-8 people. "Certain outcomes will result in you placing an article of clothing into this 'washing machine' as you say. The game ends when one of you is entirely naked! Doesn't that sound fun?"

No!!

"Oh neither of you are any fun. Anyway, to make it extra exhilarating you'll have to stay the way you end the game while you finish doing all your laundry!"

Are you kidding me?!

"Nope, I'm not Rob! AND, depending on how good or bad you do, you may even get the privilege of walking all the way home the same way! Oh, Ben, you have no idea and the answer to your question is yes."

What? What did Ben ask in his thoughts?

"You may just find out Rob! Okay now, let the games begin!"