“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.

The loan shark was decent man. If you couldn’t pay on time your debt was canceled, but the catch was the one spin you had to do on the roulette table. On the small chance you would win, you walked away debt free. If you lost, you were not only cleared your debt but of all your worldly belongings.

“No, I haven’t seen your clothes, and I don’t know where your friends are. I don’t even know you – this party got completely out of hand. I need to clean up the place, so you must leave now. No, I don’t have any spare clothes to lend you – and leave that bottle alone.”

When the police were handed the expanded authority to conduct public strip searches it was to combat the increasing crime rates. The crime rates had fallen as expected, but the number of strip searches remained high. The justification was said to be the preventive effect of the possible humiliation.

“So, you thought I’d forgot about your lost bet? Well, I said I would find the perfect punishment for you some day. I ran into our new neighbors today and invited them over for lunch. It will be nice for them to see the whole of you. They're here. Move your hands, sit up, and put on a big smile.”

That horrible feeling when you return from your daring naked walk only to find your clothes, phone and car keys gone, and you hear laughter and footsteps heading your way.

A lesson learned the hard way. Never trust your friends and agree to pose for a naked picture out on the balcony. It’s always a trap and you will find yourself locked out stark naked before you have the time to react. Then follows the though negotiations to be let back inside.

It had started out as a refreshing naked swim on an empty beach, but now he faced a choice between two evils. Should he hide out and hope all the people would leave as sudden as they had appeared, or should he put on a brave smile and march up on the now crowded beach to get his clothes.

Who needs enemies with friends like this? Friends who strip you naked, run off with all your clothes, and leave you alone and embarrassed at beach, facing a humiliating walk back home.

He was trapped in a vicious cycle. To silence the blackmailer, he had agreed to send nude photos within five minutes of every demand, regardless of whenever or wherever it was. It wasn’t until much later that he realized he was only feeding the blackmail, and by then it was too late.

His friend assured him that it was an accident that his clothes got tangled up in the harpoon and were torn off him. But he had an uneasy feeling, and back at shore his suspicion was proven right. Instead of getting some extra clothes for him, he drove off, leaving him naked and alone on the beach.

“Come on! You’d your fun. Give me my clothes back. Please!” “Nah, it’s time you get a real taste of your own medicine. Besides, this swim wear suits you perfectly. It really shows your body. Try to relax and enjoy the rest of the day.”

“Yes, I’m serious. We have a potential new investor in the club. He is really impressed by the naked calendar we made last year and wants to ‘inspect the goods in real life’, as he says, before he decides. Stop fooling around, get your naked asses out there and suck up to the guy. We need the money”

This is by far the best time to head for a hike. It’s the start of a new school year, and all the fraternities and college sports teams are having their initiations. You’re more or less bound to run into embarrassed college boys wearing nothing but their shoes, trying to find their way home.

Yes, I said I'd let you keep one item, but I didn't say it had to be one item of clothing. You can keep your sunglasses – and nothing else. Put the jacket with your other clothes and run away. It’s a nice day for working on your all-over-tan anyway. Good luck!”

“You ow us two months’ rent, and we’re settling this today. Either you leave right now, dressed as you are, or you work off debt and earn back your clothes doing the list chores we gave you – all of them outside off course. Your choice, but you’ll show of your dick to the world either way.”

“Yeah, you heard us correctly. We dumped your clothes earlier today. The dare was for you to drive here naked without covering up, and you failed the first test. We all saw how you crossed your legs at the toll booth. But by the end of the week, you should be pretty comfortable walking around naked”

They had warned him that the new coach was strict and that punctuality was something he demanded from all the players. But he was the star on the team, and that should give him some slack – right? Well, he was wrong and was now the first one who had to wear the special punishment training kit.

“Ok, you lost the bet and it’s time for your punishment. Remember the rules. You’ll go on a thirty-minute walk – stark naked. No covering up, no hiding, no running. If you cheat, the clock starts over, and we add ten minutes to the time. Are you ready? Move your hands and let’s go!”

“You thought you were in your friend’s garage – my ass. I caught you red handed trying to hotwire my Vespa. Stop with the lame excuses. Lucky for you, I don’t have much faith in the police, and I punish you myself. A naked walk of shame home should do you good. Get your naked ass moving. Now!”

“Good! Now, open the window and throw out your stuff.” “No, please! I told you I didn’t try to hit on your girl. I just asked her if the seat was free. You’ve proved your point. Leave me alone.” “Your dick says something else. If you do it yourself, I’ll let you keep your hat. Your choice.”

The strip basketball game had been a nightmare from the start, and he was the only one who had lost his clothes. Now he has one chance to save a bit of his dignity. Score, and he get his jockstrap back. Miss, and he walk home naked. He failed - off course.

“Yeah, I guess it was your friend I saw running down the beach. I guess they’d taken your clothes. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a ride home, but my car is parked at the other side of the beach. It's a long way down there, and a bit crowded, but I don’t think anyone will mind a cute naked boy.”

He knew they'd won despite him, not because of him, so he stayed in the background while the others celebrated. But they spotted him and insisted he was a valuable team member and should be in some of the yearbook photos celebrating the big win. Still, they wouldn’t let him wear the team colors.

He decided to enjoy the sun while waiting for his friends to finish the naked bike ride. It went the way it had to – he fell asleep, and his friends seized the opportunity to prank him. When he woke up much later his clothes were gone, the tires on his bike were flat, and he was a long way from home

Eventually, all new recruits will discover that 'Correct uniform or no uniform' is not just a saying, but an absolute rule.

He knew all about the dangers of the road, but he hadn’t got himself to drive past the old lady in distress. It was a setup, of course, and robbed of everything but his shoes, he had started on the long walk back home. And no one stopped to help, afraid it was all a set up.