The Dare Game 6 to 10

By Edwap

edwap@mail.com

Copyright 2023 by Edwap all rights reserved

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now. 
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Dares 6 to 8


I slept in my boxers – the next morning, Matt came to breakfast wearing just his boxers with a dressing gown over the top so I had to remain in the same state of dress so I was wearing less than him. I made sure to clear my bowl after breakfast and tidy the table – no excuse for another punishment. Matt told me that he had invited the twins Will and Lizzie over today so I knew that I would be baring it all for another girl. I still did not understand why but this made me bone up – which I could not hide wearing only undies. Dad had already left for work but Mum got to see the tent before she went – sniggering away.

The boys and the twins arrived about 20 minutes later. The twins thought it was funny that I was wearing only boxers but as I explained the game to them, they understood that boxers were only the beginning of the fun for today. After I had explained all of the rules, I took a deep breath and dropped my boxers to the floor and then stepped out of them. Lizzie’s eyes went as wide as dinner plates but I was not to see that for much longer as Matt gave me my blindfold. They wanted to get going with the first dare of the day immediately. So, I asked Matt to get me a dare to do. He gladly picked on out and stated laughing.

You will have a half-day stroll around the local woodland. Invite 2 more friends to join you. They can wear what they want, but you will be wearing nothing. Choose your trail carefully – you do not want to bump into anyone else!


Ollie started laughing his ass off. He had put this one in, not expecting anyone else to do it. But, with the new rules it could be modified anyway! Matt said that, obviously, he would not be completing the dare himself but was not worried as that just meant no extra dare in the pot for now. To make it worse, he said that at lunchtime, I would be tied to a tree while they ate and then left as they continued walking. They would return to me later in the day when they were ready to do so. I blurted out that was not safe – he simply tutted and told me to ask for a punishment slip, I knew that I was not allowed to complain. I apologised and asked for a punishment slip. “You will offer to clean Dad’s car wearing only white boxers” Brilliant – they would go see through if they got wet. I was then asked how I would make both the punishment and the dare worse. Matt told Lizzie that she could play with my cock until I gave an answer if she wanted to – she did not need to be asked twice and immediately started pawing at it. I had to think about it for a few minutes – how could the dare be worse? I suggested washing Mum’s car as well, and for the dare that the clothes I wore to get to the woods could be buried and I would have to find them when the walk finished or walk home naked. Matt did not agree that this made either particularly worse. For the car washing, he said that I would offer to wash the cars of our neighbours on both sides. To give everyone else the chance to think about how they could make each worse, I was told to ask for my spankings so got 20 from each of them and then to ask for my daily wanky – I was stood in the middle of the lounge asking for a wanky while they had a drink and discussed possible ways to make it worse.

Eventually, they came back.

Lizzie “In the woods, you will be spanked with a switch while you are tied up, and for the car washing you will tip the bucket of water over yourself every 15 minutes.”

Will “You will walk to the woods wearing only boxers. For the car washing, you will not be allowed to touch your boxers at all. When they stick to you, people will be able to see through and you cannot puff them back out. If they slip down, you cannot pull them back up.”

Paddy “In the woods, we will spend at least half an hour on a proper footpath. For the car washing, you will remove your boxers and dry yourself on the driveway before you come inside.”

Ollie “In the woods, instead of inviting two friends, I will post a general invite in the class group chat. I will not say you will be nude but just that it will be worth coming. For the car washing, you will only use a small sponge to clean the cars to make it take longer.”

Stewart “In the woods, we will leave a sign near to where you are tied up to make it easier for people to find you. We will also leave several switches nearby. For the car washing, you will cum into your boxers and put skid marks into them before you start. It will be obvious that they are dirty to anyone who sees you. Also, both will not be today but at the weekend – the woods on Saturday and the cars on Sunday to make sure more people are around.”

None of this sounded very good – and it would be almost certain that my parents would be seeing me nude at the weekend, which was only two days away. I struggled to hear some of it while I was still asking for my public wanky but the true horror of what was going to happen was still able to start sinking in. I would be nude in public for a large part of the day, tied and left and everyone in my class would be invited.

Matt told me I could have my wanky quickly – somehow hearing about the upcoming humiliation had made me go hard anyway which was duly noted. It did not take long for me to spurt. I then had to clean it up and thank everyone for the humiliation.

Ollie then read out the post that he was making in the class group chat. “Hey everyone, hope you’re enjoying the summer break. A few of us are meeting up at Horner Woods on Saturday – meeting near the start of the Red trail at 10. Hope you can come – there will be a surprise visitor, will certainly be worth your while. Bring lunch, we will probably be there most of the day if you want to join us later.”

I had to stand, hands behind my neck on display while they had a snack and then it was time for me to ask Stewart to pick out the next dare.


Choose 3 items of clothing to donate to the Salvation Army. Wear one of them to the donation bin – take it off while you are there and pop it in along with two other items.

The possibilities here seemed too easy. Stewart immediately said he would do this one – he would pick two T-Shirts that were too small and he would wear an old baseball cap to donate. He already had a good idea for a dare to add to the pot. To make it worse for me, I would have to wear all 3 items to the bin and remove all of them. I said that I would also take my PS3 to donate (I had a PS4) – I had been planning to sell it so it was quite a drag for me to offer this. I was a little disappointed when Stew said that was not bad enough.

So, once again, I had to stand with my hands behind my neck on full display while they all thought about how to make it worse. I was more careful this time, though, and did not complain so was not expecting another punishment.

After about 10 minutes, they started to tell me how it would be made worse

Matt (I was expecting this from someone) “You are only allowed to wear three items of clothing when we walk to the bin.” I would have to strip naked. The only saving grace here was that the bin was in a fairly secluded spot behind a car park.

Ollie: “You will not be allowed to put anything on after you have made your kind donation.”

Lizzie: “You will also carry two further bags of clothes which we will choose to also donate.” This did not seem like a good idea to me.

Will: “We will also fill a box of things from your bedroom to donate. The way this will work is that you can wear a swimming costume to get to carry the box of your things to donate to the shop – we will then return to pick up the clothing and head off to the clothing bin.”

This really did not seem fair and I started to sob under the blindfold. Even though I could not see I knew that Matt (and probably more of them) were willing me to say something. I was pushed toward my bedroom and told to stand still as they went to work.

As well as the PS4 (which I had already offered) the box was filled with all sorts of things – models, key chains, posters from the wall, my clock, my watch, CDs. It was packed in carefully so that they could fit more in. Will went to pick up my PS5 and said that he had an idea to modify the challenge so everyone stopped. “As we are being so helpful to him, I think we should be able to choose one thing each – he is donating to the charity shop so why not us as well?” They chatted and agreed that it was a good modification. Will had my PS5 and games – he said it counted as one thing. Matt had my TV. Lizzie took the cash from my wallet. Ollie took my Rolex. Paddy took my music system. Stewart chose my computer – he said that was fine as I still had my crappy old laptop to do school work on. I just stood there as they stole my stuff – was it really stealing?, I don’t know. They went around the room filling the box. All I really had left was some books, almost everything else and gone.

Next, they started on my clothes. Everything designer went in. Again, they folded it all carefully to get as much in as possible. All of my boxers apart from three pairs of white ones, all of my hoodies, all of my pyjamas. My swimming trunks (which worried me). Basically, all I was left with was school uniform and one very unfashionable outfit – some denim shorts, a very loud Hawaiian shirt, the white boxers and one ‘old man’ jumper. They had managed to squeeze everything else into the bags.

I then had to start begging to put some swimming trunks on – Stewart said I could but as I had not asked for my spanks I would also need to ask for a punishment slip. Before we went, I therefore had to ask everyone for 20 spanks and for a punishment slip to be drawn. I was totally deflated, in one morning, I had lost everything. Or so I thought, until the punishment slip was read out. “Naked evening meal” It was time for my parents to see me naked, I knew it would happen at some point but was hopeful that it would take a bit longer. I was asked how I would make it worse, but it already seemed awful and asked for some time to consider – I was allowed time but had t stand in the garden rather than in my bedroom so we all decamped – me stood in the middle of the lawn naked, displayed and blindfolded, the others having a drink (and Lizzie exploring my body).

Stewart said that his idea to make it worse was that I had to be wearing boxers when they arrived and then ask Mum to strip me. Somehow, that did make it worse. I said that I would remain naked until the next morning rather than just for the evening meal. Everyone agreed that made it a bit worse but they were sure I could have thought of something better so they would help me. They chatted and considered while I struggled not to shoot with Lizzie playing with me.

Will “As many of us who can will stay for dinner so we get to watch the humiliation.”

Lizzie “You will ask your Mum to bathe you.”

Ollie “You will ask for a bare butt spanking.”

Paddy “You will suggest a takeaway and that you will answer the door to receive it.”

Matt “After dinner, you will lay at our feet and provide anyone who wants one a foot bath – with your tongue.”


So that was it, my fate was sealed. That evening, I would be showing my parents everything and acting very submissively. My straining boner was not missed by anyone.

After my spanks, I was given the trunks to put on. I had forgotten about them – instead of my nice board shorts, it was a pair of speedos from two summers ago. I had to really squeeze into them, they left little to the imagination. My ass cheeks were visible and my cock was clearly outlined. As I was hard, the fabric was being pushed away from my body. It was a horrid outfit but no sympathy was given.

The donation box was too heavy for me to carry so Ollie helped me. I had to go at the front facing forward, my hands behind me. I felt so exposed as we walked to the charity shop and totally humiliated as I gave them the box – not only as they could see so much of me but I also had to tell them I was giving them all of my stuff as I had been so naughty. As we walked home, Lizzie suggested another amendment to the rules – that I should deliver the things that they had taken to their houses. Again, it was a agreed so we spent the next half hour or so with me taking my stuff to their houses still wearing only the tiny speedos.

When we got back home again, they decided they needed a break so I was stripped and had to make them lunch – as if it was them who had been busiest!. I served them the sandwiches, fruit and crisps but I was not allowed to eat any yet (another ‘amendment’ idea) but instead do jumping jacks so Lizzie could watch my dick bounce around. When they finished, I was given 60 seconds to eat any left overs I wanted to before tidying up.

The outfit that I had to wear to get to the clothing bin consisted of the too small speedos, a pair of flip flops and a baseball cap. Stewart wore his baseball cap and had collected the too small t shirts so it was time for us to head off again. The donation bin was about a 10 minute walk. I struggled to carry the two large bags of my clothing and had to stop several times but was not offered any help. When we finally got there, I sadly deposited the bags and then Stew donated his T shirts before taking off the cap and putting that in too. I removed my cap and flip flops and put those in and then hesitated with my fingers in the waistband of the speedos. I took a deep breath and dropped them to the floor, once again exposing my junk to my friends and deposited them in the bin. Once again, I was naked outside with no way to access my clothing and a long way from home. It was a bit busier today than it was a couple of days ago when we did similar with the post box so I was told that I could cover my dickie and that I could run home. It did not make it much better, but it was something. I think they were worried that they would get into trouble and the game would have to stop – they realised that they had gone too far.

So, that was it, I set off running. The run home was awful – I passed so many people and there were lots of shouts and whistles, lots of beeping horns. I finally made it home and hid as best I could until they all made it home.

They thought that the whole thing was hilarious. They described what it looked like, me running away from the ass on display with people all around me. I was totally humiliated and although I was pleased that no one from school had seen me, I knew it was only a matter of time before they all did.

After such a difficult day, I was hoping for some time off but was not so lucky. Ollie told me it was time to ask him for a dare. This time, I also remembered to ask for the 10 spanks from each of them.

Dare 8

Have a shower in the garden wearing just your boxers, using the garden hose.

Ollie really did not want to strip to his boxers in front of Lizzie so declined the dare – at least this meant that there would not be another added this time. He said that I would obviously do it naked not in boxers, and asked me what I would do to make it worse. I suggested that they could hold the hose and therefore direct the water rather than me controlling it. It was not a surprise when I was told that this was not bad enough on its own. So, I had to stand being ogled again whilst blindfolded while they planned how to make it worse for me.

Stewart: “Front garden not back.”

Paddy: “Your spanks will be delivered while your ass is wet to make them sting more.”

Lizzie: “You will wank the whole time you are being showered so you are hard but not allowed to cum”

Will: “Rather than using a towel to dry, you will just stand and drip dry.”

Matt: “One shower is not enough. I saw this in a You Tube video last year. We will go to the supermarket where you will strip to boxers in the water bottle aisle and use a bottle of water to have a wash there. Of course, you only have white boxers left so you will show a bit more than they did. You will then walk home in your wet boxers.”


So, that was it. More exposure.

We headed off to the front garden where they had lots of directing the cold stream of water at me – paying particular attention to my cock and balls. Having to wank so I remained hard. There was no way I would not have been seen by more people. At one point, the blindfold slipped and I saw several people had stopped next to our property to watch the ‘fun.’ When they finally had enough, I was spanked on the wet ass which really did sting more and then had to just stand on display to everyone whole I dried. Then, it was time to get dressed and we headed off to the supermarket where I had to take off my shorts and pour water over myself making my white boxers wetter and wetter until we were told to leave by one of the supermarket workers. Then, the walk home with my wet see through boxers allowing people to see far too much.

By the time we got home, there was only 45 minutes till Mum was due home so I had to blow Stewart and then mentally prepare myself for their arrival. Mum arrived first to find us playing a card game, me just in my boxers which had now dried. It was another 15 minutes before Dad came home and I called them both to the table where we were playing. Now was the moment of truth.

I took a deep breath. “Mum, Dad, I had to take a punishment slip today as I forgot to ask for my spanking when a dare was pulled out. I have to stay naked until tomorrow morning. Mum – please may you remove my boxers in a minute and please may we have a takeaway tonight – I will answer the door? Please may you also bathe me after dinner? After my bath, I will give anyone who wants one a foot bath and please may everyone give me a spanking – I have not been told how many swats so assume it is up to you how many to give. Thank you.”

After everyone had stopped laughing, Mum grabbed my boxers. “Are you sure you want me to do this? I haven’t seen your little thing for years?” I just nodded. There was no further ceremony, she just yanked them down, my dick near her face. Her and Dad just looked at me for a few seconds, judging my progress through puberty. I was dying from embarrassment. My parents were standing just looking at me all over. I scrunched my hands into fists.

Dad then asked me what today’s dares were and I went through my day in excruciating detail. He got really angry when he found out that I had lost more or less all of my possessions and then proceeded to take the frustration out on my ass. I was screaming in pain and telling him how sorry I was. When his arm finally tired, he left me over the arm of the sofa and told me that everyone else needed to have their turn. I was spanked for nearly half an hour in total and was then instructed to stand in the corner until Dinner time.

Answering the door to the pizza delivery girl was another humiliation – she made sure to milk the time I was in the doorway. I was only allowed to eat leftovers off other people’s plates and had to stand next to Dad while they ate. He made it very obvious how cross he still was – he had spent a fortune on all my stuff and I had just given it all away.

After he had finished eating, Dad said, “I am really sad that he has given all of his things away but as I always say, he has to live with the consequences of his own choices. Until this game is finished, he will not be getting anything new. I will keep his allowance and if he is still playing when his birthday comes around, we will not give him things. However, I do want to make sure that he is safe. There is a new product that you may have started to see some publicity about called Smack PROtect. It basically stops the skin being damaged when it is struck, while at the same time increasing sensitivity so things hurt more – you may have seen someone called Jay on the internet? Anyway, using this will allow him to be spanked or otherwise hit without us needing to worry about damaging him. This is what his allowance will be used to purchase. This leads me to the change that I would like to propose – rather than 10 spanks when a slip is withdrawn from everyone present it would become at least 10 and the person smacking can choose whether they use their hand or something else.”

Mum then piped up, “All great ideas, Darling. May I also suggest that every day starts and ends with a sound beating? Just for kicks really!”

Everyone present had to agree – which of course they did. “It is just so lucky that attitudes toward public nudity are changing!”

After Dinner, Mum took me to the bathroom and washed me everywhere in the bath. I hoped she would leave my cock out of it but no, she ‘washed’ It until it was hard and begging for release. She also stuck her finger in my ass to clean it out. It was a particularly humiliating experience. Then, after drying, I spent my evening laying at various people’s feet whilst still naked licking away, sometimes with another foot rested on my stomach or on my cock.

The Smack PROtect was ordered and the first tub would arrive the next day. It apparently also repaired damaged skin so there was no need to hold back and I received the first end of day beating as Mum had suggested – Dad gave it, using his belt, still getting out the frustrations of me losing all of my stuff. It fucking hurt and then when he was tired, Mum took over and then Matt had a turn on my ass as well. Everyone else had gone before that started, thank god.

I went to bed that day, still nude of course, with my ass on fire. I found it really hard to sleep, and knew that I had another beating to look forward to in the morning.


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Interlude


A magazine advert.


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After extensive trials, we partnered with a young man who you may have heard of – Jay from Naked as a Jaybird and ‘Racquetball’ fame. I am sure you will have seen some of his videos or at least heard of him. Anyway, he is living his life as a naked slave to his family and he provided the first human trials of the product. He has put it through it’s paces for us – including a 14 day long spanking session last year and has shown that the product works. It allowed his masters and mistresses to get much more creative in their use of him without having to worry about damaging their property. No one has yet been able to claim the $1,000,000 reward of being able to redden his ass.

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Dares 9 and 10


Friday morning came around all too quickly and when I was called for breakfast, I had to expose myself to my parents once again. I had to stand to eat breakfast and then submit to another beating before they went to work. Matt wanted the daily BJ so we got that out of the way and then the boys arrived. Today’s guests were two girls from school – Chloe and Tilly. After their initial shock at finding me naked, they had me just stand while they traced welts on my ass and both played with and examined my naked form. I was providing the first ‘naked boy’ experience for many in my school. The fact that this had been repeated over and over again was not making it any easier.

It was then time for me to ask Paddy for the next dare and for the at least 10 spanks from everyone. Unfortunately, it was another of Matt’s dares. The spanks were delivered after he read it out to give him time to think, with me then of course standing naked with a blindfold on.

Dare 9 – which he did accept so would get to put another dare in the pot

Suggest something for Phil to ask our parents which will make the game more fun for us and worse for him.

Paddy finally told me his idea; “Ask your parents if you can sleep naked every night.”

He asked me what I had come up with, “I will also ask them if I can be naked for every car journey.” I was trying really hard to come up with things that would not allow everyone to make suggestions, but it did not work. I wondered if it would whatever I said – they seemed to really enjoy this part of the game.

Ollie: “You will ask your parents to remove your door and curtains so you never have any privacy.”

Stewart: “You will ask your parents to install CCTV in your room so you REALLY never have any privacy. You will also give permission for all of us to be able to view it whenever we want – so get a system that can stream direct to a mobile phone.”

Chloe: “You will ask your parents to ask school if you would be allowed to attend in just your boxer shorts rather than full uniform until the game is finished. It may, of course, finish before the school term starts and so this may never happen.”

Tilly: “Ask them to throw a big party at the end of the summer – allow us to choose who to invite – and for the party to have a Roman theme. You will also tell them that you would like to act as a naked slave for the evening in keeping with the theme.”

Matt: “You will ask them to take us on a clothing optional holiday for our next vacation. You, of course, will want to be naked and you hope they can find somewhere that allows nudity but that very few people do actually strip off. If they can find somewhere, you will not need to bring any luggage.”


This was getting out of hand. I could not help but let a ‘It’s not fair,’ out and knew immediately to ask for another spanking and for a punishment slip to be drawn.

Tilly happily took out a slip. “Only use cold water for your next three showers.”

She immediately said she would make it worse by not allowing me to dry with a towel afterwards. She then asked me what I would do to make it worse – “I will take the three showers outside using the garden hose – in the front garden. I will ask someone else to direct the water so they can attack my balls with the water if they want to.” Then, the inevitable. Everyone else made their suggestions.

Ollie: “You will announce it in an Instagram Story at least 12 hours beforehand so people can come to watch if they want.”

Paddy: “You will ask everyone who is watching if they want to have a turn of holding the hose and will wait until everyone who wants a turn has had their turn.”

Chloe: “You will ask people to come and check that you are dry before moving on to your next task. You will wait while anyone who wants to check has done so.”

Stewart: “You will be blindfolded so will have no idea who has seen or felt you.”

Matt: “You will perform your daily wanky task before you start AND ask anyone who has been offended by your show to spank you should they wish to.”


Great – this was only getting worse and worse. They wanted a break from all the effort of thinking about my tasks (as if it was really them having the hard time!) so I had to give them a show – my daily wanky – and then stand on display while they had a drink, snack and some chill time.

Then, it was time for me to ask Matthew for the next dare as well as more spanking.


Dare 10

Visit the local water park.  You will wear underwear instead of your usual swimwear.

I was told that they needed time to think this one through so after the spanking (everyone was now giving more than 10, still no smack protect so my ass was very red) I had more time of standing naked while they discussed how to allow Matt to complete the dare without embarrassing himself.

Then, Chloe had a brainwave. “It says instead of your usual swimwear. So, you can wear your boxers with another pair of boxers on top; then wear some different swimming trunks on top of those. So, the second pair of boxers is instead of your usual swimming trunks. There was nothing to say you couldn’t then wear more trunks on top.”

Everyone agreed that this would satisfy the requirements and so eyes turned to me.

Matt said that his idea to make it worse would be that I would obviously only wear white boxers as this was all I had left, I did not have any swimming trunks any more. After lunch, I would go down the flume and hold on part way down and allow my boxers to washed away in the water before letting go. When you get to the bottom of the slide, you will act as if you do not know your boxers are gone until someone tells you. You will only then try to find them. You have permission to put them back on when (if) you find them

I was then asked how I could make it worse. How could it be worse? I would be wearing white boxers which would go see through immediately and then would also have to come down the slide naked. I would only be able to hope that I would be able to get them back and would be given permission to dress again.

“I will not use the changing room. I will get changed outside.”

It was agreed that was a good idea but was not good enough so the ideas started coming.

Ollie: “You will change first – you will change into a second pair of boxers and will not be allowed to get dressed until we are all out of the changing rooms. As long as you still have a towel, I will allow you to wrap yourself in that while we are in the changing rooms but you will drop it and fold it up before putting on your swimming boxers (or going home boxers at the end of the day).”

Tilly: “At the end of the day, I will ask you for your towel. You will give it to me.”

Stewart: “If anyone asks you anything along the lines of do you know we can see through your shorts or we can see you cock/ass, you will pull your boxers out and ask if that makes it any easier for them to see it. You will hold your boxers like that for 5 seconds before letting go of them.”

Paddy: “You will convince the person taking tickets that you are 10 rather than 12. It is not very well known as hardly anyone does it any more, but children 10 and under are allowed to swim nude so if you get a green ’10 and under’ wrist band, the lifeguards will just ignore your nudity.”

Chloe: “You will sunbathe for 10 minutes every hour with wet boxers (or no boxers). You do not get to choose when to do this, you will be told to”

I was then allowed to put on some white boxers and the shorts, no top. I had a second pair of boxers in my pocket. Walking to the water park shirtless was a little disconcerting but much better than my last outing.

When we got there, I did my best to convince the person behind the desk that I was 10. They did not believe me as I looked too big. The manager ended up coming over as the line to get in was being held up – and he asked why I was making such a fuss as the entry price was the same for children or teens. I felt that the only thing to do was to be honest (to a point) and say that I really wanted to be able to swim naturally – he was not sure what I meant so I told him I wanted to be able to go naked without getting into trouble and his pool only allowed that for people 10 and under. He thought for a moment and said he would allow me in as a 10 year old if I could prove that I was being genuine, not just trying to prank him so I took a deep breath and put my fingers in my shorts and boxers and dropped them – they stayed on the floor while they paid to get in and gave out the wristbands – the family behind getting a great view of my ass and the staff getting an eyeful of cock. Before he let us in, he also wanted to assure us that he would consider allowing children up to 18, or maybe those without hair yet, to swim nude to avoid discriminating – but he was surprised as so few people still let their kids swim nude. He took our phone number so he could let us know what the final decision would be. I was finally able to pull them back up and we went through the gates and into the park.

We headed over to the changing block. I did not go in but dropped my boxers and shorts next to the changing block and quickly wrapped my towel around myself. I kept the second pair of boxers and gave what I had worn to the park to Matt. They all went into the changing block. I surveyed the scene in front of me – the water park was full, but no one was swimming nude. I must have been seen by at least some people when I got out of my clothes but the exposure was, to that point, limited. It was not uncommon for kids to change around the pool, but it was generally much younger kids than me, but no one was making their kids swim in the buff. It did seem a bit odd wearing nothing but a towel but, of course, that was better than it would be later. I wondered why I was being allowed to wear anything at all.

All too soon, they all appeared. I did as I had been instructed. I dropped my only covering and folded it before double checking that I could pull my boxers on. The towel was also taken to go in Matt’s locker and we headed off to the pool. Before we went, I tentatively asked why I was being allowed to wear anything at all – Ollie said they thought it would be funny to keep exposing me again and again to stop me just getting used to being nude – I could have the fun of new embarrassment over and over again. He was right, it was worse.

After I got in, the boxers, of course, became far too transparent very quickly. It did not take long for some kid to tell me that he could see my cock and I remembered what I had been told to do which made him laugh uncontrollably – but he then went over to a group of his friends who, one by one, did the same and so I spent the next 5 minutes pulling my boxers out and showing my cock to a group of boys. One of them then had the bright idea of saying that no, just pulling the boxers out did not make it any easier to see. Stewart was with me at the time and he asked the boy what would make it easier and he said pulling them down instead of out would. He told the boy to wait there with me – and that I would just wait there too with my boxers pulled away from my body. He went off to find the others and came back a few minutes later – the whole while the boys were staring at my cock and inviting others to do the same – and said that everyone else agreed so from now on I would pull my boxers down for a count of 5 whenever anyone said anything to me about seeing my cock or ass. They, of course, found this hilarious and so I spent much of the next twenty minutes pulling my boxers up and down. At least as we were in the water, it was not as obvious as it could have been but there was little doubt that people had seen me.

I was then told it was time to sunbathe and so I got out of the pool, boxers wet and fairly see through and found an empty sunbed and lay on it; knowing that anyone who looked closely enough would be able to see too much of me. I was then told to go swimming again and the same sort of thing happened again over the next hour. The next time I was told to sunbathe, I was laying there when someone asked me if I knew that my willy could be seen so I got up, dropped my boxers and asked if that made it easier to see. They were shocked but, as I was on land, many many more people saw my exposure. The scream at seeing my naked form did not help…. A lifeguard came over, saw the green wristband and just walked on past.

I was told to swim again before lunch. It was agreed as another amendment that I would go to collect lunch and then it was time to start using the water slide. Going up the steps meant that I could easily be seen by those around me and there were several times that my boxers ended up being pulled down in the queue as people said that they could see through my boxers. Some kids got wise to what was going on and one time my boxers were down for more or less the whole time I was in the queue. The slides were, however, fun but I was also scoping out the best places to make sure I could lose my boxers on the way down. After another bout of sunbathing, I was told that now was the time.

I went up the steps toward the biggest slide as there was a section about half way down that flattened out which slowed down enough for me to be able to slip the boxers down followed by a fast section where the water should take them away. The downside was a viewing window near the end where people would be able to see my ass go past but I would be naked in the pool anyway.

The rest of the group went first so they would be able to see the results. When I got to the slow section, I managed to push the boxers down over my ass and toward my knees and let them go on the fast section. I now had no clothes and no access to anything as Matt had my street clothes. I popped out the end and into the pool. I was now totally naked around hundreds of other people. I had no idea where my only slight form of covering had gone- they had popped out ahead of me and Chloe had them in her bikini but I did not know that.

I did as I had been told to – I just swam around as if I hadn’t even noticed my nudity. Eventually, a group of girls came over laughing and asking if I had lost something. I still played dumb but they made it clear and I made out that I was surprised. I then started trying to find them – somehow no longer pretending made me feel more exposed. I made a good show of trying to find them – asking people if they had seen them etc. Ollie and Matt came over and pretended to try and help – and called over a lifeguard to ask if they had been handed in. They, of course, had not and they made an announcement over the speakers telling people that a little boy had lost his trunks and to please hand them in if they were found. This was a new low.

Then, to make it even worse, Lizzie told me it was time for another sunbathe. I took a very deep breath and got out of the pool. The same lifeguard came over and offered me a towel, but Matt said not to worry and showed him my green wristband. I tried to hold me head up high as I walked past all of the clothed people – I could not block out all of the laughing – and lay down on an empty sunbed, giving hundreds of people an eyeful. I am not sure that anyone has ever been more embarrassed.

After 10 minutes, Matt told me to go on the slides again so I was put on full display in the queue and then to go on the diving board so I was on show above the whole park. After some more sunbathing, Chloe appeared and got my boxers out – telling me to get dressed again and to go swimming. I had never been so pleased to wear the wet white boxers! At least they provided some cover.

It was not long until it was time to leave. I, of course, was not allowed in the changing room. I went to the same spot but was moved to a spot next to the path that led to the exit, and told to wait there. I dropped my boxers and just stood, everything on display, as people filed past to leave. I, of course, provided quite the entertainment with people pointing, laughing, stopping, walking around me. Finally, the group all arrived but I could not see my clothes. Paddy told me that I would have to wait longer – they were all tired and needed a drink and snack. Again – how is it them not me who needs a break?! Anyway, I had to continue standing while people walked past, getting an eyeful. Of anyone said anything, I just showed them my green wristband and if asked more, explained the pool policy to them. Chloe did take pity at one point and brought me a drink – I was allowed a whole 20 seconds to drink as much as I could before it was snatched away. In all, I was left there for about an hour.

When everyone returned, I asked as politely as I could for my clothes. But was told that I did not need to wear them yet. I was given them to carry and we walked out of the park and across the parking lot. I was starting to get worried. As we reached the very end of the parking area, and therefore the extent of the Water Park’s property, I was told that I could ask again to get dressed. I did so and was relieved – until Matt took off his shirt so I had to wear only my boxers as I had to be wearing the least. I knew that I must have looked like a total idiot walking along wearing only underwear and carrying my shorts.

We got home late afternoon. I was told that my clothes needed washing – of course, I had very few clothes now – so stripped again. I had to give my daily Blow Job – Paddy today – and was told that I could put on my third pair of boxers on after doing so.


My parents arrived home a short while later. The others all went home today – when they got there it was just me and Matt. As we had stopped playing for the day, I was allowed to keep the boxers on and we were playing on his PS5 in his room. They both came in together and Mum said that she had a new amendment to propose. “We feel a little left out. I would like to propose that as a before Dinner treat for us, Phil has to strip and tell us everything that he has done as part of the game during the day. If Matt agrees that the account is a fair reflection, then he can put anything he was already wearing back on but if Matt feels that a significant detail is missed or that Phil’s story is a flat, then he remains naked and a punishment slip is pulled; this can happen no matter who is here with us. What does everyone think?”

Dad asked why I had to be naked to do so. Mum replied, “Just for fun really!”

Both Matt and Dad agreed so I had to stand, drop my boxers and told them about my day in as much detail as I could. The trouble was, this new amendment meant that my parents would certainly see me naked every day – this was troubling. Matt did feel, though, that my account was fair so I was allowed to put the boxers back on (he was still shirtless so no shorts) and it felt good to sit and eat dinner with them.

After Dinner, Matt threw me a wink and said that he was going to get ready for bed before we settled down to watch some TV. He came back out of his room wearing his boxers and a dressing gown. He made sure that the parents were not looking at him – he removed his dressing gown and put it over his lap so he was now only wearing his boxers, but his private area was still more than covered. This meant, though, that in order to be wearing the least I had to strip again. So, despite not being in trouble, I had to spend the evening, in the company of my parents, nude. And because of the no covering rule, I had to stand as sitting would cover my ass.

The Smack PROtect had arrived so, to test it out, some was spread on my ass and they went to town on it with the belt. However, as my ass was already bright red and bruised from the earlier spankings, I was turned over and some applied to my stomach. They started with hands – trying to pink belly me but were frustrated that my stomach stayed as white as ever. They then progressed to the belt and then a switch. I was in agony but my stomach stayed white. I was also acutely aware that my cock was on full display.

When I was finally allowed to stand up, they also noticed that my ass seemed less red than it was. I was sent to bed and allowed to put my boxers back on as I was no longer with Matt and, despite it taking a while, did drop off to sleep.


I had been told to put my alarm on for 6 the following morning. It was the day for the trip to the woods and we would need to get there earlier than everyone else to set things up. Matt was in his pyjamas so I was allowed to keep my boxers on. We had a nice breakfast together and then I was told it was time for my morning beating. I pulled my boxers down and went over the arm of the chair and heard exclamations of amazement – my ass was back to its white self. The Smack PROtect had made my ass go back to its natural state in just one night. I was told to stand again while it was rubbed everywhere and then they took it in turns to blister my ass – trying but failing to make it go red. I was in so much pain, especially as it makes you MORE sensitive to pain. They were pleased with how it worked – that I would not be injured but there did seem to be a bit of annoyance that couldn’t make my ass change colour.

After the beating, it was time to head out to the woods. I was wearing only my boxers as per the instructions and when we got there, I had to remove them and Matt took them off to bury them. I had to just stand with my hands on my head and wait – and was told that the boys would be arriving at some point and expect to find me in that state. We were away from the path but it was a particularly worrying time as I had no idea if someone would come along to find me. Anyway, I stayed in position as did not want to risk being caught doing anything else. When he returned, he told me that I would be given a rough area where they were and half an hour to find them. The boys had not arrived so he blindfolded me and told me to give him a blow job. Despite giving several BJs over the past few days, I had not seen any dick, it was still only mine considered ‘available.’

Matt then wanted to head back to the main path as the boys had not yet arrived – he concluded they couldn’t find us so we headed back and as we got closer, I got more worried about being spotted. It was a bit silly as I knew lots of people would be potentially seeing me anyway. It was not long before they all arrived and agreed that my attire was suitable. There was about half an hour till the others were likely to arrive and I was told that I could give each of them a blow job so I spent the next 20 minutes sucking away. I was then told to hide back where I had sucked Matt earlier while everyone who was coming arrived.

By 10:10, 27 people from school had arrived. Some had seen me already, some had not. I didn’t know this at the moment as was hiding away from the meeting place but it was all too soon that I heard the excited chatter of people coming along. When they got to the small clearing, they stopped and I heard Stewart announce that it was time to meet the special guest. I took a deep breath and came out of my hiding spot, hands on my head. It was particularly intimidating – appearing naked in from of a group of 33 peers. When I was first spotted, the noise was unbelievable. It was causing so much surprise and humour. I just stood in front of them, everything on display and as red as it is possible to be. I felt so small and vulnerable. To my horror, I then started to get hard which only fuelled their reaction. When the excitement finally subsided, Matt asked everyone to be quiet and then told me to explain my situation to my classmates. As if I wasn’t humiliated enough already – how could I go back to school with all these people?

“I am paying off a dare. I was so keen to play dares with my friends that I offered to take all of the dares and allow people to make it worse. Today’s dare is a naked hike where we will spend at least half an hour on the main trail and I will spend at lunchtime, I will be tied up and blindfolded; and after you have all had the chance to whip me with a switch I will be left while you continue your hike while a sign will be left on the path to help other walkers find me. I am never allowed to cover up and if any of you have any ideas about how to modify the dare please do tell the group and if everyone agrees the change can happen. I also would like to wank in front of you all now please.”

As I stood there asking over and over again for a wanky, there was a general air of excitement again and lots of questions being asked. Ollie eventually got everyone to quieten down and that yes, everything I had said was true, they were about to spend the day with a naked classmate and yes, ideas could be thrown in to make it worse for me. Then, he told me that I could wank. I screwed my eyes shut and tried to pretend that no-one else was there. I was about to wank in front of 33 peers, many of my classmates, both boys and girls. As if standing in front of them nude was not bad enough already! Anyway, I took a deep breath and started pumping on my already engorged cock. Despite the audience, it did not take long for me to squirt to cheers and laughter. I opened my eyes and looked around – so many people that I know are not only seeing me naked but have also just seen me wank. I had never felt so embarrassed. I was not, however, given any time to process as questions started being fired at me that I was expected to answer. Did I enjoy my wanky? What was it like being nude in front of everyone? Could they invite more people? Would they get another chance to see me? How long was this going on for? Ollie quietened everyone down and persuaded people to ask me one question at a time:

“Did you enjoy your wanky?” “No”

“What is it like being naked in front of everyone?” “Embarrassing”

“Can we invite more people?” Ollie answered “The invite was general. Please do not post anything about him being nude but do feel free to send any more messages”

“Is today a one off?” “No. I have to keep playing until all of the dares are used up.”

“Can we take photos?” Matt answered “Yes – but please do not post anywhere. You are free to keep them and please do send to me but if ANY photos get posted anywhere then the game will need to stop.”


Eventually, it was time to go and we headed off into the woods. We were not on an official trail at the moment which meant that I was less likely to be seen but also meant more undergrowth to get through. It was no surprise that I often had people wanting to be near me. It was such a strange position to be in. When we stopped for a drink, Kelly suggested that people be allowed to touch me if they wanted to. No one objected so they all now had free rein to touch me wherever and whenever they wanted all day. She jumped straight at my cock and it was not long before I was hard again. As we walked, I was groped, pinched and poked continuously.

It was then time for us to use a proper trail. Our hike through the undergrowth had brought us close to the busiest trail – I felt as though I had been cut to pieces but my skin looked as good as new all over – give it its due, this Smack PROtect stuff did work. I was reminded no covering up and then we headed out. I saw someone immediately who laughed as she jogged by. Someone else suggested that I should go right at the front so as not to be hidden by the group. Again, no one objected so I was bundled to the front and anyone walking the other way was able to enjoy an unobstructed view of my cock. We did pass many people – the reactions were generally laughing or shouting at me to get dressed. Some photos were taken, it was totally humiliating once again. It took so much effort to keep my arms at my side.


After what felt like an age, we diverted off the main path again and did not go far until there was a small clearing. It was time for me to be tied – a rope went over a branch and my arms were tied above me. A small log was brought over for me to stand on whilst the rope was tied around my wrists and then removed which meant that I was well stretched and on tip toes and my ankles were also tied together. I was then blindfolded and some switches cut. Matt went first, hitting me hard on my ass about 30 times and then showing how well Smack PROtect works – encouraging everyone not to worry about hitting me as there would be no damage past it hurting. Over the next hour, I was hit constantly while everyone took turns to whip me whilst people ate.

Eventually, it stopped and I was sobbing away, long since having stopped screaming. I felt something being written across my back and I was rubbed to full erection, reminded that the sign had been put on the nearby trail and then I heard them all leaving me. This was scary – there was no control over who could find me or what they could do.

It did not take long before the inevitable happened. I heard people walking toward me and then laughing their dumbasses off upon finding me. One asked what was going on so I told him I was just paying off a dare. One of them saw writing on my back and read it out. “Please use me as you would like. Challenge – can you use the switches to make me red?” It seemed that there were 3 of them as I then started being whipped. They were cursing my continued white skin and I could hear the exertion as they hit harder and harder. They, of course, eventually gave up and one of them asked what was going on. When I told them about the Smack PROtect, they felt it was an unfair challenge and each hit me in the balls as punishment. They then headed off, but on their way back to the trail deliberately made the path to me easier to navigate to help more people to find me. And so, over the course of the afternoon, more and more people found me. Many people took up the whipping challenge but of course no one succeeded. I was wanked and squirted several times. I was prodded and poked, nipples twisted, pissed on, had my balls whacked many times. The whipping was not constrained to my ass – I was hit all over. Whips to the dick and balls being particularly painful.

When my group finally came back, they found a group of 6 girls enjoying the free nude boy show. I was not let down immediately, with some of them wanting another go at whipping me to and my body was explored again. I honestly had no idea any more who had seen me or how many people had. I was beyond humiliated and just wanted to go home. My dick was sore from both the whipping and the amount of wanking. I had gotten to the point of dry orgasms which was painful too. I was, in short, miserable.

The relief of finally being untied was short lived. I was not given any recovery time but pushed straight back up the path to the trail. We were going to walk back to where we started on the trail rather than through the undergrowth just to increase my exposure further. Once again, we passed many people and after about an hour we got back to the beginning of the trail. I was allowed a drink and then we headed off into a different small clearing and I was given half an hour to try and find my boxers. As they were buried, it was quite a hard task. I looked for places where it seemed that soil had been disturbed, clawing away at the ground with my hands. I was lucky enough to find the boxers – but they were obviously filthy so I had to walk home in brown stained white boxers. It was, though, I reasoned better than being naked.

When I got home, I was dirty from my day in the woods so was hosed down outside. I took off the boxers and headed to the front garden for the first of my three outdoor showers. It had been announced on Instagram and there were already people there, mainly kids from the local neighbourhood. I wanked as per the punishment instructions and despite the day I’d had, did manage to squirt a little. Paddy turned on the hose and started to clean me, making sure to direct the stream at my balls several times. Then he asked if anyone else wanted a turn and I had to stand there, blindfolded of course, as many people all attacked me with the cold water. When, eventually, everyone who wanted a turn had been able to, I told everyone that they could spank me if they had been offended by my wanky and bent over on all fours. Inevitably, many people wanted to spank me – my ass was wetted again between spankers to make sure of the extra sting. I could not believe that, after the day I had endured, this was going on. I continued to endure, however, and after an hour the spanking finally stopped. I had, of course, already dried but I was then made wet again so I could stand and dry. Then it was time for people to come and feel me to make sure I was dry – many pairs of hands explored my body all over before I was finally finished.

I went into the house and put my boxers in the washing machine.

The usual ‘gang’ had stayed and I was saddened when I saw Stewart pick up the punishment bowl. He explained that I had forgotten to thank everyone for my fun day in the woods. Mum and Dad had heard us come in and came in to the kitchen. As I was already nude, now seemed a good time to tell them about my day. It was excruciatingly embarrassing to relive the day in the woods but the boys did agree that my account was accurate. Then, attention turned to Stew as he pulled out the slip. “Remove your bedroom door so you get no privacy ever.”

They thought this was an excellent punishment. Stew said I should also lose my ensuite door and I said that my curtains should also be removed. Funnily enough, that was not enough so everyone started giving suggestions. Dad went first “I bought this CCTV system today ready for this slip. It can stream straight to mobile phones, you will all have access. I will install two cameras covering the bedroom and two in the en suite.”

Mum went next “And his light will be on the whole time it is dark so it is easier for people outside to see in. Luckily, his bedroom is next to the pavement.”

It was so obvious they had set this up between themselves.

When they finished laughing that my parents had conspired to do this to me, Ollie said I should lose all blankets etc to make sure I was displayed fully. Paddy said I was never allowed to wear any clothing in my bedroom. Matt said that a sign should be put up outside inviting people to come and look in my window.

So, I thanked everyone for their punishment and asked for my 10 or more spanks – I had been hit so much that day but now endured another spanking. I asked to get dressed but no one let me so I then had to stand for dinner to avoid covering up and for the evening. Before bed, I had to help Dad install the cameras that would ensure I was constantly on display to my family and friends.

After my night time beating, my friends finally left and I crawled into bed, relieved to be finally getting some rest but aware that anyone could look into my window and see me sleeping nude. I was too tired to worry, but my naked exposure just kept increasing.


Sunday morning saw me sleep in – I was so exhausted after the day in the woods. I got up at about 10 and left my bedroom – still nude of course – and had breakfast. Matt told me to post about my next outdoor shower this afternoon and then he smeared PROtect onto me before he and the parents gave me my morning beating. I was then finally allowed to put boxers on to go and wash the cars. I asked for a wanky so I could soil the boxers as instructed and did my best to make a skiddy but my ass was clean. I was, therefore, taken to my en suite (so it would all be captured by the CCTV and people could peer in the window if they wanted) and was given a laxative. It did not take long to shit but I was not allowed paper, I had to make a massive skiddie in my underwear. My ass was particularly uncomfortable and it was horrid wearing such dirty underwear – this only went to increase the embarrassment of being seen outside.

I was given a square sponge that was about an inch wide in each dimension. Cleaning the cars would take ages. A clock was set up that would buzz every 15 minutes. I started cleaning Dad’s car and tried to ignore the comments being made. When he buzzer went, I had not got much done but dutifully tipped the bucket over myself so I now knew I was on display as the boxers were white and wet. I refilled and carried on. It took nearly two hours to do Dad’s car with that tiny sponge. My boxers had slipped a bit and the top of my ass was now peeking out over the waistband – tipping buckets of water was causing the issue. After finishing Dad’s car, I moved on to Mum’s which took even longer as it was dirtier. By the time I had finished, half my ass was sticking out and the front was slipping too. I had to resist the urge to pull them up as I trudged over to my neighbour’s house and offered to clean their truck. To get to the roof, I had to really stretch which did not help the boxers to stay up. I also had to keep going back to my house to refill the bucket – the extra walking was not helping either. They had, however, reached a point where they did not seem to be slipping any longer. My whole ass was out but most of my dick was covered (albeit with transparent material) so I was thinking that this was not the worst outcome. As I was nearing the end, however, my neighbour’s daughter (who was upset that my boxers’ descent had slowed) helped them along and gave them a tug. The next bucket of water took them down completely so I was stood there with them around my ankles. I was not allowed to pull them back up so I did the only thing I could – I stepped out of them and went to refill my bucket.

When I went to the neighbour on the other side, therefore, I appeared at their door naked asking to wash their car. The adults were out and Eloic, who went to my school but was a bit of a bully, said that he had heard I had to wash their car and I would have to make it worth his while – otherwise he would say no and I would not be able to complete the dare. Matt then appeared from behind him, so it was clear that he had ‘helped’ Eloic come to this idea. I asked what he would like but was told I had to offer him things until he felt he had been paid enough. I offered him a blow job – that was not enough. So, I added a spanking session – that was not enough. I added doing his chores for a day – he said naked but that was still not enough. I also offered him £50 from my savings account – he said £100 and we had a deal. We went inside and I gave him a blow job (blindfolded of course so I could not see his dick) and then went over the back of a dining room chair while he spanked my ass long and hard. I then had to do his chores for the day with him constantly telling me what a bad job I was doing. They sat and watched TV and ate lunch while I worked – I ended up cleaning his family bathroom, all of the windows, mowed the back lawn and tidied his bedroom. Any time I thought I had finished a job I got another spanking if it were not ‘up to scratch.’ When the chores were finally complete, he asked for his £100. As I could not clean the car until I gave it to him, the dare could not be completed and I was not allowed to touch my clothes until it was. In fact, I would have to just stand on display until the dare finished as per previous instructions and amendments could be made. The bank would not open until the next day so I could wait till then and withdraw £100 naked, or Matt would lend me to money with a 100% interest rate. I was stunned at the unfairness and just stood. “And, it is worse than Eloic has already pointed out. You were told the car cleaning had to happen at a weekend so the dare will continue for another 6 days at least.” I was in shock and didn’t know what to do or say. If I borrowed the money, I would be giving each of them £100.

Eloic then said. “My first amendment is that you have to let me kick you in the balls 5 times every hour while the dare is ongoing.” He then proceeded to kick me 5 times in the balls.

After he had done so, Matt said that the next amendment would come in 1 minute. I would be a naked slave to Eloic for the whole time the dare is ongoing – I would have to serve his every need and do everything he told me to; and whenever he didn’t need me doing something, I would have to just stand on display. One minute later, the next amendment will be that the cost is £100 per day rather than just £100. One minute later, the next amendment would be that the car had to be washed on a weekend during term time rather than just next weekend.”

I was beaten, it was obvious that there was no choice. I asked Matt to lend me the money and was allowed to go and wash the car. Of course, Eloic still came to kick me in the balls an hour later and gave me another spanking when he felt the car was not cleaned well enough.

It was nearly 8pm by the time I was able to stand on my driveway drying before finally going inside to eat dinner following my second outdoor shower. I had missed dinner and so had to stand to eat left over scraps. I thanked everyone for helping me with my punishment and asked for my spanks. I was then told to go back to each neighbour’s house to thank them and to ask for my spankings from them. Eloic, of course, was more than happy to oblige. By the time I had received even more spankings, it was nearly 10 and I had to stand in front of my parents and tell them about everything from my day before getting yet another beating and then crawling into bed – fully on display and being recorded. I lay on my bed thinking about the last few days. We had gone from being ultra cautious and one of us accidentally being caught with boxers round his ankles before quickly pulling them up to me now being on more or less permanent display. And today was not even one of the dares, a whole day of punishment for saying that I was afraid of being tied up naked in the woods. And I really couldn't quite believe that my parents had become such willing participants in my humiliation.


Author’s note:

I hope that you are enjoying the adventures of Phil the Dare King! If you have any ideas that you would like to be incorporated – for future dares or punishments, please do let me know edwap@mail.com

I do have other ideas to put Phil through his paces, but am happy to take ideas too! As always, any feedback is welcome.











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