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Aaron stammered, clutching his beanbag closer to his bare chest, as though someone was about to try and take it from him. He couldn’t forfeit; he had been exhausted past the point of being able to do any more press-ups. He was completely at the mercy of the four girls around him.

Aaron was lucky that Drew was smashed and playing for kicks at this point. He feared that if Pasha was giving him his dare then she’d have separated him with the last stitch on his body (though in truth she was playing the long game and didn’t want to see what she imagined to be Aaron’s *biggest* secret with such ease). At least Drew would be giving him something in return that he could keep covered up with. Even so, he had to back out of things before he lost his last shred of dignity.

“Guys, this is too much for me, I want to stop now.” Aaron’s pleas were met with pouts from his flat mates. Despite the fact they had played late into the night, the mix of alcohol and risqué challenges (especially at Aaron’s expense) had been a good time for them and wanted to keep going. “Awww, look what you’ve done, Aaron! You’re upsetting us, sweetheart!” Pasha said, once again taking charge of the group with a plan to make Aaron squirm just a little more. “How about this? You can back out, but only after taking another dare from each of us.”

Aaron shivered a little. He felt like he was powerless in the face of Pasha’s seductive persuasion, and she could see it written on his face. To her credit, Pasha showed Aaron some pity and made sure he knew that this was still just harmless fun, promising that none of the girls would give him a dare that involved him showing off his member. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to try and see it anyway, but she kept this to herself for now.

Feeling somewhat reassured both for his remaining dignity and the intention of his new friends, Aaron finally relented. “Great!” Exclaimed Drew, who immediately stood up and slipped her panties down her thighs, catching Aaron off guard and forcing him to bashfully whip his gaze off to his side to avoid seeing anything underneath.

Once Drew unhooked her panties from her ankles, she threw them at Aaron’s face, causing him to blush the deepest red yet, before he scurried behind the island in the kitchen in order to change without the girls seeing anything else, throwing his Spider-Man adorned boxer briefs towards the girls so Drew could put them on, much to their shrill delight. “How bold, Aaron!” Blake giggled in her mousey way, holding the boxers out in front of her, stretching and inspecting them before passing them to Drew.

Soon after, Aaron emerged from the kitchen area, giving the ladies yet one more image to etch into their minds that night. There was very much a reason men and women had different fits of underwear. Although he’d done his best, Aaron was the most exposed he’d been all night. Without the extra cloth to accommodate his penis, Aaron had to keep it pressed upwards against his body to prevent it from flopping out one of the leg holes. However, even this pushed the front of the leg holes away from the front of his crotch somewhat, creating a window through which his balls and the base of his shaft could be seen by anyone able to find just the right angle. Aaron’s only salvation was that Drew hadn’t chosen to wear a thong that night, so his buttocks were only a little less covered than they would have been in his own underwear.

As he awkwardly shuffled back over to his bean bag, Aaron was assaulted by a flurry of gasps, wolf whistles and catcalls from the ladies, keeping him keenly aware of just how little was left to the imagination at this point. While nobody could see Aaron’s cock directly, they could now tell without a doubt that he was fairly well endowed as the attention and tight panties aroused him into an impressive semi.

“My, my, Aaron, I’ll be surprised if your willy stays in there!” Pasha teased, running her tongue over her teeth afterwards. “It already looks like it’s trying to break out!” Aaron scrunched his eyes, fighting back these sensations. As usual, Pasha had hit the nail on the head. Aaron was worried that his member would go fully erect and push out over the waistband of the panties at any moment, a feeling not helped by it being referred to with such a childish term as “willy”. “I wonder if it’d be possible to make it happen without even touching it.” Ashley pondered, causing Aaron to choke a little as his eyes widened in shock at what he was hearing. “But you all promised you wouldn’t force me to show you!”
Pasha cackled. “And we won’t, but we can’t help it if you end up getting too excited!”

And excited is exactly what Pasha would attempt to make Aaron. With Drew’s dare fulfilled, he was down and three to go, but far from out of the woods.

Next up was Blake’s dare. She had once again taken a funny turn when she saw Aaron in Drew’s panties, just as she had done when he’d taken off his shirt earlier that night. Aaron wasn’t sure what he was seeing. Blake’s face was almost as red as his, a hand pressed against one cheek as she bit her lower lip and glanced sideways with her eyes to avoid meeting Aaron’s. “Um, Blake? Are you alright? If it’s too hot, maybe you should take off your sweater—“
“NOPEI’MFINETHATWON’TBENECESSARYTHANKYOUAARON!” She blurted out, before catching herself and taking a couple of breaths. “Let’s just get on with your next dare, shall we? Hm...let’s see now...I got quite a giggle out of seeing Pasha fill her cleavage with ice earlier, so why not have an encore? Who knows, maybe if you fill those panties with ice, perhaps you’re, *ahem* equipment will shrink enough for the panties to cover it properly!”

And with that, Aaron’s next dare had been decided.

Aaron looked down at Drew’s panties, stretched by his persistent semi as they hugged his crotch. How the hell was meant to fit ice cubes into these? There wasn’t enough room for his cock and balls, let alone anything else. Regardless, he had to find a way. If he could just get through these next three dares, he’d be able to have his close, his privacy and maybe even a shred of his dignity back. “Er, how many cubes?” He asked cautiously.

Blake considered this for a few seconds that seemed to span an eternity to Aaron. She even took a moment to get a good eyeful of the panties as they struggled to contain this unfamiliar, unladylike form that had invaded them. She stared for a bit, trying to figure out how much more could feasibly fit into them before they would give out, or before something would spill out. Soon enough, Blake’s more innocent nature overtook her again and she was forced to her avert eyes in a flustered blush before she took a breath and shared her verdict. “Five. If you can fit five ice cubes in there, you can carry on.”

Aaron didn’t dare question this number or what would happen if he couldn’t Blake’s demand. He was sure that Pasha would pounce on any opportunity to have him remove the final stitch of clothing maintain his fragile sense of dignity. Letting out a resigned sigh, Aaron turned his back to the girls and walked back over to the kitchen, taking the opportunity to rearrange his equipment as he did so to ensure it was all still covered.

Opening the freezer, Aaron took out the ice tray and place it on the island, turning to face back to his friends/tormentors once more. Not unlike a magician convincing their audience that their accessories weren’t rigged, he popped an ice cube out of the tray, took it between his thumb and forefinger and held it up for the ladies to see before slipping it into the back of the panties. He inhaled sharply as the cold wetness embraced his tail bone, but he knew this was the way to do it - if he could get all five cubes into the back of the briefs. Aaron figured he’d be able to avoid pushing the material any further away from his crotch, or arousing an erection that would spill out of the waistband as it rose.

However, Blake had other ideas. “Ah, ah, ahhhh, Aaron! They can’t all go in the back!” Aaron furrowed his brow and shot Blake a frustrated look that was meant to look defiant but came off as more upset than anything else. “But that wasn’t part of the dare!” He protested. Blake shrugged and smiled at Aaron helplessly. Hers was a pure, gentle smile that bore no real pleasure. It made it difficult for Aaron to really get upset at her, but frustrated him all the more as he found he was unable to resist the command that followed it. “Well, it hadn’t crossed my mind before and now it has. I’ll let you put one more cube down the back, but after that they all have to go in the front!”

Aaron gave another sigh before getting on with it, presenting a second ice cube to the girls before stowing it with the first one. With the third, however, he had to start getting tactical. After some thought, Aaron nestled the cube into place in between his penis and pubic mound, sitting it just at the base of the shaft. Although it was a little risky as it pushed his dick out from his body further (in turn straining the panties further and creating a small window at the front of the waist band that only just covered his foreskin), Aaron figured this was the least sensitive area that he could feasibly place the cube.

After confirming the cube was secure, Aaron hesitated for a second. No arousal. Or rather, no arousal that wasn’t already there from the experience and thought of having his tackle cupped by ladies’ underwear. For the fourth and fifth cubes, things weren’t so easy. Aaron knew that even just one more ice cube in the same place as the third would push the waistband of Drew’s panties far enough away for him for the head of his penis to become visible, as would placing one on the other side of his cock. Aaron’s only real option was under his ballsack. Cringing, he tugged the bottom seam of the panties down as he slid the cube in, once again inhaling sharply, and much more than before, to the amusement of his flat mates.

Once again, Aaron waited. He thought he felt himself harden a little more but he couldn’t really be sure, especially as even just thinking too much about his current predicament was enough to get Aaron aroused, though this didn’t really add up to him. Finally, after showing the girls the last ice cube, he decided it would be best to put it with the fourth one. It was a less of a shock this time, given that Aaron’s scrotum was already receiving a cold kiss, but as he settled the final cube in place, things got tricky. There wasn’t enough room for both, and the fourth ice cube was pushed backwards, now nestling against Aaron’s butthole.

He gasped and involuntarily thrust his crotch forward. Fortunately this magnificent pelvic thrust was obscured from the female gaze by the kitchen island, but the ladies all understood well enough what was happening and erupted into uncontrollable laughter. Aaron tensed up in his embarrassment, but returned the ice tray to the freezer and returned to the group. His second dare was completed, and he took some solace in the knowledge that ice would melt soon enough, allowing the waistband return to its original position, and hopefully with the added benefit of calming things down in Aaron’s nether regions and shrinking his junk down a little so that it would be easier to contain.


Kneeling down in his position once again (he didn’t dare sit for fear of pushing one of the ice cubes at the bottom against his g-spot), Aaron awaited Ashley’s dare. He was almost grateful at how little he was kept in suspense, as Ashley had clearly been thinking about this as Aaron had been shovelling ice into Drew’s underwear. However, this didn’t take away from the shock he felt upon hearing the challenge itself.

“Okay, Aaron. You’ve handled things pretty well so far, but if you’ve any dignity left, it’ll be gone by the time you’ve finished my dare. I want to see you dance the Macarena, Aaron - in its entirety.”

Aaron could only groan. He hated it, but he was resigned to his fate at this point - two more dares and he could finally put his clothes back on and sleep off the humiliation. He vaguely knew the infamous dance, but recalled it was only for the chorus and realised that he’d have to fill time during the verses somehow, but Ashley had covered that base already.

“When you’re not dancing to the chorus, you’ve got to give each of us a lap dance.” Looking up, Aaron could see that Ashley was smiling now. Up to this point, Ashley had been more or less stoic, to the point where Aaron was surprised that she’d even allowed the other girls into goading Aaron to take off his clothes and stuff ice into his (Drew’s) underwear. Now her grin suggested a kind of satisfaction. It wasn’t like Pasha’s (who was absolutely getting off on all this); it wasn’t sexual, but Ashley was clearly enjoying herself now.

Rising to his feet once again, Aaron stood awkwardly as Ashley hooked up her phone to the speaker that was set up in the flat before playing the music. Aaron had never really listened to the Macarena in his own time, because who ever has? After the fact he couldn’t really recall in what order he executed the dance, but he knew that, out of the lap dances, he’d started with Ashley’s.

Of course, Aaron had absolutely no idea how to lap dance, innocent and bashful as he was. He started by simply standing in front Ashley and swaying his hips from side to side while attempting to make complimentary motions with his arms. The ice certainly didn’t help matters, as each movement caused it to slide around and spread its moisture across Aaron’s skin. After blankly staring at him for a few seconds, Ashley rolled her eyes and grabbed Aaron’s hips, prompting a yelp.

“*This* is how you do it, Aaron!” She said as she dragged him in close, causing him to lose his balance, which in turn forced him to put his hands on Ashley’s shoulders as he dropped to his knees, straddled above her lap. From here, Ashley manually gyrated Aaron’s pelvis as he could only look on in paralytic shock. Here he was, a completely clueless virgin, wearing ladies’ underwear and performing a lap dance for a group of girls he has barely known a week. Thankfully the chorus came in quickly enough and Ashley playfully shoved Aaron away back into the middle of the group so he could dance the Macarena itself...only she did pushing on Aaron’s semi, causing it to throb just a bit faster than before.

Next was Drew’s turn. Now that Aaron had been taught, he had no excuse not to repeat what he had done for Ashley. However, Drew was even more handsy, her inhibitions obliterated by the staggering amount of alcohol she’d consumed. Rather than guiding Aaron’s hips, she instead slipped her hands down the back of her panties that Aaron had on, filling her palms with his chiseled butt cheeks. Of course, this prompted yet another yelp from Aaron, this time accompanied by a full on pelvic thrust. The result of this was that Aaron’s crotch crashed into Drew’s abdomen. Stimulating his cock even more.

At this point looked down, his fears manifesting as his semi was becoming a full on boner. By some small mercy, it hadn’t yet gone *fully* hard and spilled out of the panties, but it was now straining against the waistband, pushing it away from his skin so that now anyone who looked in from above would have an ample bird’s eye view of his cock, the opening in his foreskin peering right back at Aaron as he looked down in horror.

However, he was in luck. Drew was far too drunk to even think about such things, while Aaron had his back to the rest of the girls. He could recover from this, but he’d have to be very careful. Deciding that he’d need to get away from Drew before she stimulated him any further, Aaron first grabbed her wrists behind his back and carefully unhooked her hands from the panties, pinning them on the floor by her sides to prevent her from putting them anywhere else on him. Then, he checked on the party in his pants, which thankfully seemed to be dying down due to a lack of physical contact. Once he was satisfied that he was back to a semi, Aaron stood up and tugged the waistband back up again for good measure before turning to give Blake her dance.

This was where things became their most awkward. The good news was that Blake was easily the second most bashful person in the room, and could barely bring herself to think about laying a hand on Aaron’s almost naked body. The bad news was that, being so bashful herself, she also couldn’t bring herself to look at Aaron, and once again found herself staring intently at the wall, a deep shade of red, in turn reminding Aaron of his own embarrassment, leaving the two a complete mess as he attempted to gyrate his hips in front of her.

After another chorus, it came time for the final lap dance - Pasha’s. This was the one that daunted Aaron the most as he couldn’t predict what she would do. As it was, she lay back and...did nothing, save for staring intently into Aaron’s eyes as he danced. She knew that, right now, she was doing the cruelest thing possible, she was keeping Aaron in suspense. He felt like she would pounce on him at any moment, to rip away the panties that weren’t his, to restrain his arms and legs with her own so that he’d be unable to cover himself as his greatest secret was exposed to the girls he’d be spending at least the next year with. But she did nothing, and that alone was more than enough to make the time Aaron spent dancing seem like an eternity.

At last though, Aaron reached the final chorus and went through the motions once again, cross his arms and throwing them out. However, he must’ve gotten into the dance a little too much, as when Aaron performed the final jump to turn and face his audience once more, a damp thud could be heard as the final beat of the song hit, drawing everyone’s attention to the floor, where one of the ice cubes had landed after seemingly coming loose from all the dancing.

After a moment of stunned silence, a shriek rang out. It was Blake of course, point directly at Aaron’s crotch. “Look, one of his balls came out!” Aaron’s attention shot straight down and, sure enough, the left half of his smooth, hairless ballsack hung freely out of the panties’ leg hole.

I hope you continue this soon, I have been really enjoying it! Your writing style is very good.

Indeed, please continue. It’s a fun setup and great read.

And of course, there is no such thing as too much tickling...

Honestly I thought there wasn’t any interest in this thread. I figured I wasn’t cut out for writing this stuff because I don’t like writing the malice, so I feel like my build-ups are week because there’s less of an elemental of human cruelty involved, which sucks the suspense out of things a bit. Thing is, I like reading those kinds of stories, *when the characters are of acceptable age*, but I always feel kind of nasty when writing them.

But hey, if people want more, who am I to disappoint? I was going to keep this thread as the go-to vehicle for all my ENM stories, but I feel like once your protagonist has been exposed by their tormentors, who then get the reveal of those secrets, you’ve kind of peaked on the suspense of that story and its ability to stimulate the reader. With that said, I’ll probably go to other stories featuring different dynamics after this, though I do have other ideas for this group specifically.

Anyway, I’ll get to writing that next part.

Aaron froze, completely agape. The next few moments felt like they stretched to minutes. Looking down, his fears were confirmed by the left side of his scrotum hanging out of Drew’s borrowed briefs. It was practically hairless, but like all ballsacks, it was wrinkly and had many tiny bumps where the hair had been. When he came to reflect on the night later, Aaron would find himself very relieved that he kept to a regular grooming routine.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to Aaron, but was in fact no more than a second or two, his instincts kicked in as he clapped both hands over his bulge and bare ball, his face once again achieving an even more luminous red. Among the girls, there was simply stunned silence. Sure, they’d all been heckling Aaron and slowly peeling his layers of protection away, but they didn’t really have a response ready for if Aaron’s goods did find themselves on display, either in whole or part. Of course, it was Pasha who broke the silence. Unsurprisingly, she’d seen plenty of equipment in her well of sexual experience, but this did nothing when the novelty of Aaron was still so fresh; a university fresher who’d never so much as been in a relationship before. Along with the other girls, she had the privilege of being the first to unwrap every inch of this boy and take it all in.

“Wow, Aaron! Looks like Drew’s tiny panties couldn’t keep all your boy bits concealed after all!” As the words hit Aaron’s ears, a rush of emotions shot through him. First, there was shame and embarrassment in the knowledge that all his roommates had just gotten a flash of part of his privates, no matter how briefly. But then, there was a strange frustration at Pasha’s choice in words. Boy bits? She was treating him like a child. Condescending to him. She wasn’t even that much older than him! There was something else to it though, something that he could very keenly feel. An arousal, a further stiffening of his dick. Christ, was Aaron really getting turned on by all this? It was completely humiliating! Still, however much her patronisation bruised Aaron’s ego, it spoke to her dominance over him; her promiscuous nature, and her confidence to wear such revealing clothes while coercing him to wear almost nothing at all. Though he couldn’t explain it himself, it were these sensations that were turning Aaron on.

Pasha didn’t linger on this development too long, however, as she had bigger fish to fry. After watching Aaron turn away from the girls to reconceal his secrets before meekly turning back to face them once more, she decided it was time for her have some fun. “Alright Aaron, that’s three dares down. You’re in the home stretch now. Like we agreed at the start , this is all in good fun, so we certainly wouldn’t be cruel enough to lie to you about what you had to do to end the game.” She waited for Aaron to ease up with a little relief. He did. Pasha’s heart jumped with giddy satisfaction at how well she could read reluctant plaything. But the best part was always what came next, when she preyed on the false sense of security.

“But!” She said suddenly, causing Aaron to jump a little. “Don’t think you’ll get off easy! Ashley’s dance number was pretty inspired, but my dare will definitely be the...hardest.” Pasha trailed off with a rough and sultry moan. “Aaron, your last dare is to make out with me, for one minute. And while your doing this...” Pasha hunched up her shoulders, squeezing her impressive bust, and filling each hand with as much breast as would fit in it. “ I want you to give me a boob massage too.”

I really am loving this series. You are doing a great job with it. Really like your writing.
Please keep up the great work!

Most people are lurkers on these forums (just compare the number of views to the number of replies) so I see how it may seem as if there is not much interest. Might be a good idea to post your stories on other sites as well such as Deviantart or Literotica to get more responses (and use the appropriate tags like enm to make it easier for people to find on those sites).

I think that ENM/ENF stories can be great even without malice. I actually kind of prefer it when people are not really malicious, but just finding the situation hilarious and enjoy making fun of the naked person, who is feeling embarrassed/humiliated. Like what they are doing is objectively bad and humiliating and could be seen as a bit cruel, but their intentions are not really malicious, they think they are just having fun and don't really care about the victim's privacy, but the victim still ends up really embarrassed/humiliated. On the other hand, I do like it when there are some long term consequences/embarrassment, particularly when the person gets photographed naked.

I did really enjoy the group dynamics in your story, that was actually one of my favorite parts. I really like it when the person gets naked due to peer pressure such as losing a bet/dare/stripping game and is not actually physically forced.

I do agree with you that once the victim has been exposed and the humiliation has ended and he/she is dressed again, the suspense kind of falls. Like, getting the same person naked again just isn't as fun as it was the first time, so it is better to just write a new story at that point.

Keep up the great work!

swguy123 wrote: ↑Wed Feb 17, 2021 5:19 pm Most people are lurkers on these forums (just compare the number of views to the number of replies) so I see how it may seem as if there is not much interest. Might be a good idea to post your stories on other sites as well such as Deviantart or Literotica to get more responses (and use the appropriate tags like enm to make it easier for people to find on those sites).

I think that ENM/ENF stories can be great even without malice. I actually kind of prefer it when people are not really malicious, but just finding the situation hilarious and enjoy making fun of the naked person, who is feeling embarrassed/humiliated. Like what they are doing is objectively bad and humiliating and could be seen as a bit cruel, but their intentions are not really malicious, they think they are just having fun and don't really care about the victim's privacy, but the victim still ends up really embarrassed/humiliated. On the other hand, I do like it when there are some long term consequences/embarrassment, particularly when the person gets photographed naked.

I did really enjoy the group dynamics in your story, that was actually one of my favorite parts. I really like it when the person gets naked due to peer pressure such as losing a bet/dare/stripping game and is not actually physically forced.

I do agree with you that once the victim has been exposed and the humiliation has ended and he/she is dressed again, the suspense kind of falls. Like, getting the same person naked again just isn't as fun as it was the first time, so it is better to just write a new story at that point.

Keep up the great work!

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