“A Dare” Pt. 1 + Story and Nude Variant [18+ NSFW]

Josiah has a friend he’s never met in person. They met online in what might for all intents and purposes could be considered a “fetish server.” They shared a mutual interest in public nudity and what started out as casual roleplay soon began to spill over into reality.

He would dare Josiah to strip in different places and send him a picture as proof. His friend happened to be more of a voyeur so their relationship was based mostly on Josiah showing off for him. It turned Josiah on in ways he really didn’t understand but he learned a long time ago that it was better to just roll with those feelings.

The requests were fairly tame at first, mostly low stakes spots late at night where the risk of being discovered was minimal. Josiah loved it though. He got a rush taking off his clothes in public and the there was something about the idea of someone getting off to images of him made him feel good.

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“Hey”

The text came late at night after Josiah had already settled down for night. He had begun jerking off like usual and almost didnt look at his phone, but there was an undeniable throb when he happened to glance over and see the name on screen. He had begun saving contacts in his phone with whatever name they used and the kink Joe associated them with, hence the name M Public.

“Up for a dare?”

It didn’t take long for Josiah to decide, it only seemed that way because he waited an extra minute before responding. He didn’t want to seem too desperate.

—

The dare—as it turned out—was a little dive bar right in the center of town he’d never heard of. It was unusual for the requests to be so specific but he didn’t think much of it—his first mistake of the night. He took a few steps down onto the landing and walked inside—his second.

He did his best not to draw attention to himself as he strode from the entrance and straight towards the bathroom but he noticed right away how empty the place was. That made it a lot more difficult to remain unnoticed simply because he as a new presence in a place that until then had seemed as undisturbed as the underside of a rock.

He thought he felt a pair of eyes or two look his way but he moved quickly and didn’t allow himself to check. Soon he was in the relative safety of the dingy bathroom and its flickering yellow lights. Hardly the most flattering lighting, he thought, but this was definitely the place he was told.

He slipped into a stall and took a moment to calm down. He was already starting to get hard knowing what he was about to do; it was certainly the riskiest dare so far but he figured if he was quick there was no way he’d get caught.

And that was his third mistake.

He took a slow and deliberate breath as he stepped out of his shoes, another as he undid his belt and let him pants fall to bis ankles then a thrid as he peeled his shirt off his chest and up over his head. He tooks stro forward out of his pants. He took another breath and one last step fotward and he was out of the stall. And then…

And then everything happened very very fast.

Two men flung the door open, laughing about something (presumably) unrelated. A moment later all three were frozen in place. It was hard to tell at first who was more surprised but it quickly became obvious.

“Well what the hell’s going on in here?” the larger of two asked with a chuckle.

Josiah was still in the same postion, his phone up above his head hip cocked to the side.

“I uh, I um…I lost a bet.” It was an excuse he had prepared in the event he ever got caught stripping. He had hoped it would sound more convincing.

“A bet huh? You believe that, Benji?” the man asked.

“No, Tank, I don’t. I think he wanted someone to see him.”

“No no no, it was the bet! The bet!” Josiah argued.

“I think you’re right,” Benji said, completely ignoring Josiah. “Why don’t we go out and show the rest of the bar then?”

“No no, I’m okay here!”

Benji and Tank closer in and flanked him, each grabbing a shoulder and arm.

“Hey guys, look what we found!” Benji shouted as Tank flung open the door.

Josiah swore there was suddenly an entire extra roomful of people waiting for him but in reality it was still the same six that were there when he showed up: the bartender, two seated at the bar, Tank and Benji, and a sixth who had yet to make his presence known.

“Hot damn!” shouted one of the men at the bar.

“Did you guys get me a stripper for my birthday?” the bartender asked hopefully.

“Is it your birthday?” asked the other man at the bar.

“Awww…” the bartender whined quietly to himself.

“He’s better than a stripper, he’s a random perv,” Tank said. “That means we can do whatever we want with him.”

“Wait, what?” Josiah asked.

“I’ve got an idea,” came a voice from the shadows at the edge of the room. It was an older man sitting alone in one of the booths, smoking a cigar. Everyone looked over at him expectantly, Josiah most of all. “Find me some rope. Let’s get him up on the pool table.”