Wilbur
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Wilbur
@wilbur1978.bsky.social
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The moment of joy, excitement and freedom, just before it turns into anger, desperation and humiliation when your friends run off with your clothes.
“Put all your clothes in the trunk, and then we’re off. On of you’ll drive, the other in the passenger seat. We have a great day planned. A lot of drive-throughs, toll booths, gas stations, and other public fun for two naked guys on the way. All because of your stupid bet. Let’s head off then.”
“Ok, trying to cheat the casino was not a great idea – I admit that. I was also wrong assuming they would do nothing more than throw us out if they caught us. But instead of complaining you’re all welcome to come up with some ideas yourself. Like how we’re going to get home stark naked.”
“Sorry about this, but we didn’t think anyone would be here this time at night. We’ll just tie you up in the chairs for now. When we’re done here, we’ll put you out in the display window – still naked of course. Someone will see you tomorrow morning and get help.”
The crucial moment in any naked dare. The poor guy is ready to have his clothes back. First comes the nervous laughter, thinking they’re just messing with him. Then comes the desperation when he realizes they’re not and he has to repeat the run back to the start – praying his clothes are still there
“It must be a trick. I don’t see any other naked bike riders.”

“We’re just early. Look, the guys are over there.”

“But they’re still dressed! And they have our bag of clothes!”

“Oh!”

“Look, they’re driving off! Stupid fool! Why do I listen to you!”

“Oh, shut up! Hey, don’t leave! Wait for us!”
“Wow!” The sudden outburst made him jump and drop the backpack with all his clothes down the steep cliff. As he turned around and saw the group of hikers, all staring at him with devious smiles and on their faces, he knew his naked adventure was about to take a different turn than he had planned.
He was sure no one was around and so focused on posing for the camera that he didn’t notice the two guys who had sneaked up his clothes and were tossing them into the river piece by piece, sending them off with the strong current. So, on top of the daring pictures he also got a daring walk back home
It all happened so fast. One moment he was out on his daily morning jog, focused on running and with music in his ear, the next he was down on the floor of a van with his clothes ripped off him. Now he found himself stark naked in the middle of the city with the morning rush hour about to start.
Everyone needs good friends. Friends who will find a quite place for you to sleep it off when you had too much to drink. Friends who take care of your clothes, so they won’t get dirty. Friend who forces you on a long and naked walk home, to give you a chance to really clear your hungover head.
“Are you ready for your final challenge of boot camp? You’ve been bragging about your great survival skills, so let’s put them to tests. You’ve two days to find your way back to the base – no clothes, no food, no tools, only basic survival. If you’re late or need rescuing, you’re out. Good luck!”
“Stop, move your hands – you’ll not cover up. Get rid of that grumpy face, put on a bright smile, and walk out there and proudly show off your naked body. If you behave well, you’ll get your clothes back when the last guests leave, if not you and your naked will be on your own out on the street.”
He’d been cooling off in the river, tired and half asleep a day of hiking, and didn’t notice the guys stealing his stuff before it was too late. They’d taken everything – clothes, food, phone, all was gone. It was only one thing he could do now – take the naked walk to the nearest ranger station.
He submitted the picture into the nature photo competition just as a joke. A way to mess with his two friends in the jury. But it backfired. He thought he would be disqualified, but instead he won the hastily instantiated “Most beautiful catch” – price and became the competition’s new poster boy.
“Yeah, I see you don’t have much of value on you, but I can’t you let you of the hook to easily either. People might think I’m getting soft you know, and that’s bad for my reputation. I’ll take your clothes, then. Just leave them there and run off. Your dick seems to like the idea anyway.”
He was hungover and a heavy sleeper, so it was easy for his friends to strip him of his shorts without him noticing. The heat and the breeze quickly brought his dick to life, and now his friends waited in excitement as a lifeguard and a police officer quickly approached their sleeping friend.
“Ok, let’s settle the argument and decide who’s the fastest of you two once and for all. But we’ll add some high stakes to make it more interesting. You’ll race back home, and the winner gets his clothes back. The loser must donate them, and that’s all his clothes, to the charity shop. Good luck!”
They happened to come across him in a small hidden cove by the lake. He was sound asleep and didn’t notice them. Silently they snatched his swim trunks, pushed the boat onto the water, and watched in excitement as the poor man slowly drifted towards the crowed beach on the other side of the lake.
It wasn’t a bad dream. He had woken up stark naked – outside and without a clue where he was, how he had got there, and where his clothes were. And he was surrounded by what looked like a school class. The teacher finally broke the silence – “Class, male anatomy just got added as a topic for today.”
“Yeah, we agreed no one had to be naked for their punishment if they lost the bet - and you’re not naked. You’re wearing shoes, socks, and a shirt. Together with your Viagra-spiked dick it’s the perfect outfit for a night out. You’re going to be quite a hit. Come one, it’s time to leave.”
“Oh yeah, you’ve every reason to be sorry. You broke into the wrong house this time. We’re not calling the police, but by the time we dump your naked and not-so-straight-anymore ass somewhere tomorrow night you probably wish we had.”
“This was fun and you look exited too. I have to go now, but I leave you with a challenge. Can you break free before your parents get home? Imagine their surprise if they find themselves eye to eye, ha, ha, with their kinky and slutty son.”
He knew you shouldn't be in this part of town at night, but it had been a long day at work, and he only wanted to get home and to bed as fast as possible. This was the quickest route home, and what was the worst that could happen? Well, you could be robbed of everything down to your dirty underwear.
“That was a stupid move, wasn’t it? You could have got your clothes back tomorrow, and instead you blew it with that idiotic double-or-nothing bet. I’m not complaining though. It will be nice to have a naked cabin boy for the next three weeks. You can come back in now, your clothes are locked away.”
Even if the team photo was taken that day, the coach's strict “forget your swimsuit and you swim naked” rule still applied. They didn’t get a single victory the entire season, but the photo displayed in the hall made them the most famous swim team in the history of the school.