“Yes, we know we’re soon down in the village – no, you won’t get your clothes back. As we’ve told you several times – we took your clothes because you need to get some humility knocked into you. Let’s see if you can keep up that tough guy attitude when you’re forced to show off your cock in public.”

To reconnect with the authentic spirit of the ancient Olympics, a new mandatory dress code for male athletes has been introduced for the Summer Olympics. Given the effects of climate change, trials are underway to see if it can also apply to the upcoming Winter Games.

As with many guys before him, he would soon learn that the standard payment for a bed when you passed out drunk at a party was the clothes you were wearing. All the clothes. On the positive side, a naked, embarrassing walk of shame back home is the perfect cure for a hangover.

It was a local amateur league, and they played mostly for fun. But in the last match of the last season, they actually had a shot at the trophy. In the heat of the moment, their young coach blurted out, “I’ll coach next season in the buff if we win this.” That was the motivation the team needed.

The two naked college boys sleeping it of in his field could only mean one thing – Hell Week was back, his favorite time of the year. A whole week of naked guys mysteriously appearing on his land – naked guys he could have some fun with before he returned their bare asses to the frat house.

“It was a bold bet, I’ll give you that, but boy did it backfire. The 12–0 loss of your team means 12 months of nudity for you. You can't talk your way out of this, so just get used to it. It’ll be an interesting year for you, that’s for sure. Let’s store away your clothes, and then head for lunch.”

It was great fun until they were pulled over, handcuffed, locked in a holding cell all weekend, and hauled before a judge Monday morning charged with reckless driving – all while completely stark naked. Their sentence? Two weeks of community service… in their birthday suits.

“Well, I told you it would be just like the old days. You never wore clothes at the cabin when we were younger, and there’s no need to wear any now. You’ll get used to it by the end of the two weeks. Come on, let’s go say hi to the new neighbors.”

He stood there, frozen. He’d completely forgotten that the landlord had a viewing of the spare room in the apartment today. The landlord gave him an angry look, but the potential new tenant just smiled and said, “If he’s part of the deal, I’ll take it. Confiscate his clothes and I’ll pay double.”

Everyone has their price. Unfortunately for Peter, the security guard who caught them trespassing and threatened to call the police wanted payment in a very particular form – Peter skateboarding naked.

“Sorry, but it’s the boss’s order—this is your new uniform. You caused several near-accidents yesterday with the way you were swinging the signal lamp around. With this new uniform, you’ll have an incentive to keep it still.”

“Sorry about this, but you have so little of value that we just have to take what we can. We’ll be nice, though, and let you keep your flip-flops. OK, you’re free to go, but don’t worry too much. That cute little dick of yours won’t offend anybody.”

“It’s a four hour walk to the camp site, and there’s a lot of people out here today. Someone is definitely going to see your cute dick. Oh, and we spiked your water bottle with Viagra in case you wondered. Ok, it’s time to head off.”

“Winter is no excuse, you know that. The loser always does a thirty-minute naked punishment walk, no matter how the weather is. But don’t worry, in this cold you won’t offend anyone. Off you go and good luck.”

“You can be as angry as you like, but you should know the rules by now. We play until the someone loses everything and has to run home naked. This time the loser is you. So, off you go and good luck.”

He was relieved to have found his way out of the forest, but he had no idea where he was. Finding his clothes again was out of the question, and with a sinking feeling he realized that his only option was to turn up naked at a stranger’s door and ask for help.

His new restaurant was walking a tightrope, and after spilling a glass of wine, a misplaced order, and a complaint about a too salty dish, he’d been on his knees begging the guys to put away their phones and not give him a bad review. He wished he hadn’t used the phrase “I’d do anything,” though.

The guys who stole their clothes had been decent enough to throw them their car keys. Unfortunately, none of them were good at catching, and after a long search of the river, they began to realize that the short skinny-dipping adventure was going to turn into a long, naked walk back home.

The resort offered a three-week digital detox based on the principle of “stripping away all distractions other than old-fashioned books” - and everyone who signed up was shocked when they realized this was meant literally.

His Airbnb apartments came with a rather strange house rule for young men. Some were put off by it, but many accepted the mandatory nudity in return for a high-standard apartment with a great location and fantastic views at a low price.

“It was nice of you to cook dinner, but it won't change my mind if that's what you think. You're not getting your clothes back. You lost the bet fair and square, and you’ll stay naked for the remaining three weeks of our camping trip. You just have to accept that.”

“My house – my rules. I don’t care how old you are. If you behave like an immature little boy, I’m going to treat you like one – and in my house immature little boys don’t get to wear clothes. You can stay out here until dinner – and listen to your little brother, he’s in charge.”

“No, you don’t get your clothes back. You were supposed to run ten laps around the square - without covering up. You failed that simple task, and now it’s twenty laps. Hands behind your head - and you walk, not run.”

“OK coach, you’ve proven your point, we’ll do better from now on. Can we have our kit back now, please?” “No, I told you I don’t tolerate lack of commitment. This is now your official team uniform for the rest of the season. Get used to it – you’re playing skins from now on.”

They’d accepted the roles in the show without much questioning. At the first rehearsal they understood why everyone was calling them brave - they’d signed up to be stark naked on stage two hours each night for the next six months. They’d taken the roles to get noticed – they definitely would be.

He had been desperate, another late delivery would definitely cost him the job, and begged the man not to fill a complain. He would do anything if he didn’t, he had said. That was how he had ended up as the mans personal naked delivery guy.”

“Yes, I said I’d bring you something to wear at the beach, and I have – sunscreen. I know it’s not a nude beach, but no one seems to mind. Stop complaining, you’ll get your clothes back when we’re heading home.”

“OK, I’ve taken the boner pills. See, they’re working.” “Nice. Now you walk, I say it again - walk and not run, ten laps around the block. Keep your camera on so we know you’re not cheating. Be careful with your bets the next time.” “Oh shit!”

A longer story - “Blackmailed and tricked into permanent nudity” www.reddit.com/r/EnforcedMa...

“I’ve finally come up with a new year resolution I know I can keep,” the note from his rom mate began. “I will make you stay naked the whole year. I’m off donating all your clothes to Goodwill now, but I’ll take you out for lunch in your nice birthday suit when I’m back. Happy nude year!”

“I don’t care that you’re the team captain. This is a training camp, and I’ll have nothing of you sneaking of to meet girls. You can stay naked until we head home, that should keep you in line. And you’ll definitely be the stare in tomorrows competition against the local team.”

“Just name it. It’s a sure bet. There’s no way they’re going to lose the game now.” And just like that he got himself a three week summer job – as his best friends naked house boy.

With that his last piece of clothing were gone – and it was still a whole week left of the festival.

They only had one house rule – pass out drunk at a party and you spend the next week stark naked. For a year he had avoided the humiliation, but after an abrupt awakening in the cold shower and after looking up at the devious smile on his roommate's face, he knew he was in for a rough week.

“We both agreed to this - the loser has to strip naked whenever we have guests for the next year. No exceptions, not even for mothers on surprise visits. Don’t be shy, it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before. Get out her now or I’ll drag your naked ass out here if I have to.”

“Hey! Let me back in! The neighbors will see me. You’re wrong. I wasn’t stealing from you, just looking for something.” “Stop with the silly excuses. I caught you red handed. You can stay out there for a couple of hours. Then I let you back inside if you admit what you did and apologize.”

For once Santa had got them exactly what they wanted. Under the Christmas tree lay the arrogant, condescending, teacher's pet from school, the guy who always snitched on them to got them into trouble, striped naked with a bow on – ready long Christmas of embarrassment and humiliation.

“Keep your shoes but put your other clothes in the trunk. Your slow ass is costing us to many points this season and we’ve decided its time to help you work on your pace. The exercise is quite simple – you run home stark naked, and you repeat this daily until you make it back home in under an hour.”

“If we don’t lift the trophy on Sunday I’ll spend the rest of the school year wearing nothing but our opponent’s team jacket,” is the kind of stupid and idiotic statement that will come back and bite your permanently naked ass.

He wished he’d read the contract more carefully. This was not a normal art class modeling job, it’d turned out. Instead he was now a part of the performance art piece “A study in orange” for at least a month, but the long queues outside the exhibition suggested it could last much longer.

“Yes, we said you could keep the t-shirt but nothing about hiding your dick under it. Either you take it off, or you keep it folded up like this all the time. Are we ready to head off then? You can walk in front and let that nice compass of yours lead the way.”

That feeling when when you hear the door slam shut behind you and your trip out onto the balcony turns into a naked nightmare. Should you pretend like nothing, hope that no one will notice you, and wait for your roommate to come back home, or do you draw attention to yourself by calling for help?

He couldn’t believe what he was doing – but what choice did he have? He was broke and unemployed, and taking the job as assistant janitor was the only way to keep his apartment. Even if it meant accepting the special mandatory uniform the sadistic landlord added to the contract at the last minute.

“Please! It’s all a misunderstanding. It's a stupid stupid dare. I just didn’t she the woman, I wasn’t assaulting here. Help me out here guys! Tell them!” “We have no idea what’s he talking about officers. We’ve never seen the guy before.” “That’s it! You coming with us pervert.” “No! Guys! Please!”

It was only the first day of the new “No ticket – No clothes” policy, but it had already proven its efficiency and and everyone could see now how big a problem fare dodging had been.

He’d seen the “bankruptcy barrel” in the old cartoons, but never imagined it could happen in real life. But here he was - literally stripped of all his belongings by the debt collector. At least he had the old cardboard box - or so he thought. “That’s not yours,” the stern man said behind him.

The plan had worked better than anyone had expected. The exchange students were fooled to believe this was the way to ask for a prom date, and the teachers convinced that it was their customs and didn’t want to interfere. The next step was to get the three morons to attend the prom stark naked.

“Hey! What are you doing! Let me back in. I told you I’ll get the money.” “You’ve said that for the last three months. This ends now. You’ll have until tomorrow to pay your rent, or I’ll sell off your stuff to cover what you owe me. I’d putt that naked ass to work if I was you.” “Fuck!!” “Exactly.”

Trust no one in the business world, not even a close friend. And never put everything you own in your company’s name to save taxes. If you do and your once best friend betray you with a hostile takeover of your company, you’ll suddenly find yourself in an awkward and embarrassing situation.

“It’s your lucky day, son. The club has decided to reward the first streaker of the season with a special treat. You’ll get to watch the rest of the match down by the touchline – still naked of course. With a packed stadium and the TV broadcast you really get to show off that little dick of yours.”