All In

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.

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This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

All In

“How did it go so horribly wrong?” Deric asked his best friend. They had come upstairs to get drinks for them and the girls.

Randy was wondering the same thing. “Even with bad luck, at least one of the girls should be as close to naked as we are.” They were both down to their boxers. Of the girls, Brittony, had lost her shoes and socks. Marie just shoes, and Julia hadn’t lost anything. Three of them against just the two boys. A total of 12 items lost by the boys, and only 8 items between the three girls.

“Unless they are cheating,” Deric said.

“I’ve looked at the back of the cards. They look identical. I think that marked cards have a lot of lines and visuals on them so that a line moved somewhere wouldn’t be noticed unless you knew where to look. But the backs of these cards just have the logo on them. I don’t see how they could be marked.”

They both stood there, trying to figure it out. They knew that soon the girls would start calling to see what was taking so long. Three days ago, when they’d proposed the game of strip poker with the girls, it had seemed so easy. The girls said they’d only played three-card draw a few times against the hundreds of games Randy and Deric had played against each other. And with three girls, it should have been easy. Yet the girls knew when to bet and when to fold. Too many times, the boys called on bets when they had a good hand, only to see that the girl making the bet had a better one.

“We could challenge them. Ask if we could go home and get a new deck of cards.”

“No,” Randy said. “That would piss them off. But we could make them get a new deck. Accidently bend a card in half. What are the odds that they have two marked decks?”

“But we’re still down to just our boxers. It won’t take much luck for them to win even if they don’t have a marked deck.”

“We talked about this,” Randy reminded his friend. “We knew from the start that it was likely that one of them would end up naked. But we also discussed the chance that one of us would too. Because if that, we came up with the idea of giving each other signals so we weren’t playing against each other. We agreed it would be worth the risk.”

The three girls were all popular. Among the prettiest girls in their grade. The game would end as soon as two players were naked. They never believed it would be both of them. In their hearts, they hoped it would be two of the girls.

“Maybe we should go against our promise and leave now,” Randy suggested. “They’d be pissed, but there isn’t much they can do about it. They got to see us both in nothing but boxers. That’s something. Maybe enough.”

Downstairs, Brittany used her phone to call Wendy Kellam, Deric’s younger sister, who had been outside near a window. There was a camera hidden behind some toys behind the boys, and it could be rotated and zoomed from Wendy’s phone. She would hold up fingers against the window where the girls could see her. They had a simple code for each card.

“The boys have been upstairs for too long,” she said when Wendy answered. “I think something is wrong. Perhaps they’re planning on quitting. Walk in on them and we’ll go to phase two.”

“Okay,” Wendy said, but she was disappointed. She was supposed to arrive when the boys were naked. She really wanted to see Randy, but even her brother would be interesting. When they had left the basement, they were still in boxers, although she did notice that the front of their underpants was tented out.

The boys each had a tray with drinks and were just heading for the steps when the back door opened.

“Hey, anybody home?” Wendy shouted. And then, “Deric. And Randy. What’s going on?”

Deric had no place to go and no way to cover up with the tray in his hands. His sister was between him and the counter.

Randy was in the same situation. At least it wasn’t his sister staring at him.

“Why are the two of you in Brittony McCabe’s house wearing nothing but boxers?”

Brittany had just reached the top of the stairs, cutting off another escape route for the boys.

“Oh, hi Wendy. “The boys were daring enough to play strip poker against me, Marie Caston, and Julia Blacksmith. As you can see, they aren’t doing well.”

Brittany turned to the two boys. “Deric, Randy, the girls and I have been talking. Originally, we planned to send you home naked if we were lucky enough to win.” She held her hand up as Randy started to speak.

“However, we realize that could result in adults finding out about the game. So, here’s the deal, take it or leave it. Give up now, both of you, and let us watch you masturbate. Then you get your boxers back and leave. The alternative is you take your chances, which could result in you going out that door naked.”

“You can’t be serious,” Deric complained. “You can’t send us home naked.”

“We’ve talked about the risk. That is why we are offering you a deal. But make no mistake, you’ll have to fight us for your clothes, and George Miller won’t be too happy if I tell him.”

Randy considered. George was fifteen, nearly a year older than them. He was a sports nut. He was strong and hairy, and he would not hesitate a second to do anything Brittany asked him to do.

“We’ll take the deal, but only if you never tell anyone you got to see us naked.” Just saying the word to her made his dick jerk. And then a new problem. He felt it push through the small opening between the two buttons on the fly.

“Oh my god, his dick is sticking out,” Wendy laughed. It was almost her dream. To see him naked would be the only thing better.

With the tray in his hands, there was nothing Randy could do. There was no path open for him to set it down as Brittany had moved into the kitchen. And now he could hear Marie and Julia coming up the steps.

“Take the deal?” Deric complained to his best friend. “We haven’t lost yet.”

“And if we do, do you want to go home naked? Or have Miller and his friends after us? I say we give up now.” Randy turned back to Brittany. “Only I’m serious, you can’t tell anyone you saw us naked.”

“I think I’ve changed my vote,” Julia said. “Let’s finish the game. I would love to kick these two boys out the door totally naked. Maybe you should call George now. I’m sure he and a few of his friends would make sure they took the long way home.”

“Okay, okay, we’ll do it,” Deric pleaded. He knew Julia was right, George Miller would take great pleasure in humiliating two boys who tried to see his girlfriend naked. “Just let us set down these trays and…”

“No, hold them higher,” Marie said with a smile. “We’ll take care of getting you naked.” She didn’t even wait for Randy to raise the tray he was holding. Instead, she stepped over to him and pulled his boxers down. His dick hung up for a second between the two buttons, but then slid between them and then his boxers were around his ankles.

Wendy couldn’t believe her luck. It was everything she had hoped for. Randy Smith, totally naked, right in front of her. His dick didn’t look anything like the pictures she had seen in health class. The large bulb at the end was purple and shiny. And what had to be a drop of semen was hanging by a thread from the hole. She knew from health class that he was almost a Tanner Stage 3. He had pubic hair, but his balls were still in a smooth and hairless sack.

While she was paying attention to Randy, one of the other girls had also yanked Deric’s boxers to his ankles. She changed her gaze, this time studying her brother. Deric was clearly still a Stage 2, slightly less developed than Randy.

“Give us those trays before you drop them,” Brittany said. The boys were more than happy to give them up, as that freed their hands to try and cover their exposed boy parts.

“None of that,” Marie said, grabbing hold of the unprotected sack just under Randy’s left hand. “Move your hands and let us get a good look at both of you.” She gave it a gentle squeeze until the boy moved his hands. She loosened her grip, but didn’t let go of his balls.

“You too,” Julia said to Deric. “Both of you, hands behind your backs or we’ll tie them there and send you out the door just as you are. You won’t be naked; your ankles will be covered.”

“You promised,” Deric exclaimed.

Wendy knew her brother, and knew from the tone of his voice that he was desperate. He’d be open to deals.

“What if we offered them another deal. They can go home dressed except for a shirt. But only if they ask you to invite two more girls. I know my brother has a major crush on Cindy Workman, and I think Randy likes Jan Goodman.”

“You stay out of this,” Deric yelled. “You shouldn’t even be here.”

“No, she has a good idea,” Brittany said. “She can stay. Do you boys want to invite them over in exchange for not going home in boxers or naked?”

“And, if you let us invite two more girls besides them, we’ll even promise not to tell anyone you lost a game of strip poker to us,” Marie suggested. “We’ll even use George to convince the other girls to not blab about what you look like naked or that all of them got to see you play with yourselves.”

The boys stood there, doing their best not to cry as four girls stared at their dicks.

“There is a time limit on how long that deal is offered,” Julia said. “Give us your answer or leave as you are, only with your hands tied behind your backs.”

“Or continue the game with the likelihood that both of you will leave here totally naked,” Brittany added.

Deric looked at Randy. “We have to,” he muttered. “I’m not going home naked.”

Randy didn’t see a way out of this mess, and it was getting worse by the second. “Okay,” he whispered so they wouldn’t hear the fear in his voice.

“Hands behind your heads,” Brittany said with a smile. “I’ll go downstairs and get your phones. If you leave, remember that you’ll soon have a very pissed off George Miller looking for the two of you.”

Without waiting for them to say anything, she hurried downstairs.

Brittany was mildly surprised to see the boys still had their arms behind their heads when she returned. They both were extremely embarrassed, and their dicks were still jumping around with each beat of their hearts. The game had turned out far better than she and the other girls had planned. They expected to only see the boys naked. Perhaps only one of them.

“Make the calls,” Julia said as Brittany handed them the phones. “And make sure you convince them to come. Tell them you are naked if you need to.”

It took some convincing as the girls did not understand why a boy in their grade was asking them to come to Brittany McCabe’s house. Each of them had to finally say they’d played strip poker and lost and before they could get their clothes back, they had to invite other girls.

At the same time the boys were making their calls, Marie and Julia were on their phones, calling two more girls from their grade.

It was a long wait for the two boys once the phone calls were completed. All of the girls said they’d be there in a few minutes.

Just to be safe, Brittany decided she should answer the door when the bell rang. She wanted to make the boys do it, but decided it would be too risky if it turned out to be someone other than the four girls they expected.

But instead of four girls, there were seven of them. Jan Goldman, Cindy Workman, Nora Perce, and Mia Lyons had been invited. But with them were Caroline Klien, Lora Woodward, and Cindy Workman’s younger sister Eve. They were all classmates except for Eve, who, like Wendy, was a year behind. She asked them to wait in the living room for a second.

“Did you two tell them not to tell anyone about the card game or that you were naked?” she asked once she returned to the kitchen where the others waited.

Both boys blushed even deeper, wondering why Brittany had asked that question. But neither one had done that. They planned on letting Brittany make that clear. With that knowledge, Brittany told the boys to wait a few more minutes.

Brittany led Wendy, Marie, and Julia to the living room and addressed Caroline, Lora, and Eve first.

“Here is the deal. These boys lost at strip poker and did not want to have to go home naked. We made a deal. If both of them called one more girl, they could go home mostly dressed. But they were supposed to say that you couldn’t tell anyone that. Since they didn’t, you three are now on the invite list. But for all of you, I want to make this very clear. You never speak to anyone about today. If I hear otherwise, you’ll regret it. And absolutely do not pull your phone out for any reason. No pictures are allowed. Do each of you agree?”

All of the girls knew how popular Brittany McCabe was. And not just her, Marie and Julia also had important friends. And who all of those friends were. And each of them, even Eve, knew her threat was not empty. She could indeed make them regret going against her warning. They all agreed.

“Deric and Randy, time for your star performance,” Brittany called to the kitchen. “And those hands better still be where they belong until you start the show.”

With their hands behind their heads and their dicks jerking wildly, Deric and Randy came into the living room. There were now eleven girls there. The noise level rose drastically as they made their appearance, with cat calls and laughter filling the room. For Deric, it was even worse as one of the girls was his younger sister.

“Stand there for a minute and let our new guests get a good look at you,” Brittany ordered.

The boys were close to tears already. All those girls, looking at them but seeing only the middle of each of them, coupled with the knowledge that something they had never done in front of anyone before was going to happen with all those eyes watching. They were torn between never wanting to do it, and needing verry much to jack off.

“Okay, get started,” Brittany said after waiting a sufficient amount of time. She handed a tissue to each boy. “Don’t use these to hide what you’re doing; it is just to keep you from having to clean up your mess from the carpet before you can get dressed.”

Each boy had a slightly different grip and used a different speed, but other than that the actions were the same. The girls picked out their favorite boy and focused mostly, but not exclusively, on him. For the girls, this was, without a doubt, the greatest show on earth.

Randy finished first. His back arched as his knees bent, lifting his middle forward and up as he fired burst after burst into the tissue held in his left hand.

Now all attention was on Deric, who had his eyes closed. But the grunts from next to him let him know that his best friend was done, and that now all the girls were focused on him. That caused it to take several more minutes before he too reached a point where he couldn’t have stopped if he wanted.

Like his friend, his knees bent and his back arched, giving the girls a perfect view of his balls while what they produced was being fired into the tissue he held in his left hand.

Now that they were done, the boys felt even more embarrassed as they looked at the faces of the girls. All kinds of emotions were written on the girls’ faces. None of the girls felt bad for them.

“Your pants are in the basement, your boxers in the kitchen,” Brittany said to them as way of a dismissal. “Remember that your shirts stay here. I’ll bring them to school on Monday. Thanks for offering to play strip poker with us, and teaching us how the game is played. We’re glad you got to go all in, and if you ever want to play again, we’ll be ready.”

As the boys ran from the room, Brittany also reminded the girls that they were never to speak of this day and what they saw.

It took time before the boys could put the horrible feelings behind them. Both of them jacked off several nights in a row picturing the same thing in their minds: a room full of girls watching them do it.

To their great surprise and relief, not a word of that day was ever heard by either of them. Randy and Jan Klien became official boy/girl friends a few months later, as did Deric and Cindy Workman. Privately, the four discussed that day. The boys told of the horror of being naked. The girls admitted to how much they had enjoyed the show.

The End