This story follows the misadventures of a man named Axl who suffers from serious sleepwalking problems. The goal is to create a fun and humiliating story with the help of you gals and guys. At the end of each part there will be a choice. You decide what happens next. And what trials he will have to overcome. Will you be kind and benevolent guardians of fortune? Or cruel tyrants of fate? I guess we shall see…
All characters are fictional and not based on any real events.
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Axl woke to a cold, damp, soggy feeling.
Not the gentle, creeping chill of a room left overnight without heat, but something sharper…alive. It pressed against his skin from every direction, damp and insistent, as though the ground itself had decided to claim him.
He didn’t open his eyes at first. His thoughts were slow, tangled, drifting somewhere between dream and waking. There was a faint rustling overhead, the soft whisper of leaves shifting in a morning breeze. Birds called to one another, too many of them. Too loud. He reached for his blankets but found nothing but air.
That was wrong.
Axl’s brow furrowed. His bed didn’t feel like this.
The realization came not as a sudden jolt, but as a gradual, creeping wrongness. The smell reached him next, earthy, green, rich with soil and grass. Not detergent. Not stale apartment air.
His eyes snapped open.
Above him stretched a pale sky, fractured by a lattice of thin branches and trembling leaves. Sunlight filtered through in scattered beams, too bright, too open. For a moment, he simply stared.
Then he sat up.
The world lurched as his body followed, his head swimming as if he’d stood too quickly after a long sleep. His hands pressed into the ground for balance and immediately recoiled.
Grass, Wet grass. Cold, damp, and very, very real.
“No… no, no, no…”
His voice came out hoarse, barely more than a breath. He looked down.
White. That was the first thing he registered. Bright, unmistakable white against the green. His briefs. Nothing else.
Axl froze, his mind stuttering as it tried to reject what his eyes were plainly telling him. He turned slightly, as if the rest of his clothes might be behind him, just out of sight but there was nothing but more grass, bushes, trees, and a few scattered twigs.
A shiver ran violently through him, and this time it wasn’t just the cold.
“No, no, no, no…”
His hands moved instinctively, tugging at the waistband of his briefs as if adjusting them might somehow fix the situation, might rewind things, place him back in his bed, under blankets, where this made sense.
But the fabric was all there was.
Thin. Useless. Exposing far more than it concealed. Axl sucked in a breath and forced himself to look around.
Bushes. Trees. A narrow, worn path cutting through the greenery a short distance away. Beyond that he could just make out the faint suggestion of open space. A field, maybe. Or worse…A park.
The word settled in his stomach like a stone. A city park. His heart began to pound.
“No way…” he whispered, the words trembling out of him. “There’s no way I…”
But there was. Of course there was. The memories didn’t come back cleanly. They never did. Sleepwalking was like that, fragments, impressions, nothing solid enough to hold onto. A vague sense of movement. Of doors opening. Of steps taken without thought.
He’d dealt with it before. Waking up in the kitchen. On the couch. Once, memorably, halfway down his apartment building’s hallway. But this?
Axl wrapped his arms around himself, suddenly aware of just how exposed he was. The morning air brushed against every inch of bare skin, cool and intrusive. Even the slightest movement of the breeze felt exaggerated, as if the world itself were drawing attention to him. He crouched low, instinctively shrinking into the bushes, pulling his knees closer.
Okay…Okay, think.
His breathing came fast at first, shallow and uneven, but he forced it slower. Panic wouldn’t help. Panic would get him seen. And being seen like this…no…that wasn't an option
His gaze flicked again toward the path. As if on cue, a figure passed by. A jogger.
They moved at an easy pace, footsteps steady against the dirt, earbuds in, completely unaware of the half-naked man frozen in the undergrowth just a few yards away.
Axl didn’t breathe. Didn’t move. Didn’t even blink until the jogger disappeared from view. Only then did the air rush back into his lungs in a quiet, shaky gasp.
“…Okay,” he murmured to himself, voice barely audible. “Okay. It’s early. That’s… that’s good.”
Early meant fewer people. Fewer people meant fewer chances to be seen.
He swallowed, wiping a hand over his face. His skin felt too sensitive, too awake. Every brush of grass, every shift of his body reminded him of his situation in the worst possible way.
He glanced down again and immediately regretted it. White stood out. White stood out a lot. Against green. Against brown. Against everything.
“Great,” he muttered bitterly. “Perfect. Couldn’t even be dark, could it?”
Another sound reached him, then distant at first, but growing. Voices. More than one.
Axl’s head snapped up, his body tensing as he strained to listen. Sure enough, through the trees, he could hear them. Casual conversation. Laughter. Closer than he liked. His pulse quickened again. The park was waking up.
Joggers. Dog walkers. Maybe city workers. People who belonged here. People who were dressed.
He pressed himself further into the bushes, ignoring the way twigs poked at his back, the way damp earth clung to his skin.
He needed a plan.
Running blindly wasn’t one. That was how he’d end up out in the open, fully exposed, with nowhere to hide. No…he had to be smart about this.
Wait.
Watch.
Figure out where he was exactly… and how far he’d wandered. Then he’d make a move. A careful one.
Axl exhaled slowly, trying to steady himself as he peeked through the leaves toward the path again. Another jogger passed.
Then, in the distance, the faint mechanical hum of something larger, maybe a truck, or maintenance equipment starting up?
The world was coming alive whether he was ready or not. And he was very, very aware He was not ready. Not even close.
He sank lower into the greenery, doing his best to make himself small, invisible. For now, hiding was all he had. But he knew, deep down, it wouldn’t last.
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What happens to poor Axl next? you decide:
A: He attempts to leave by hiding behind a trash truck
B: He is found by a very friendly pupper that lacks personal space consideration and just wants to play.
C: He remains hiding in the bushes avoiding people until night falls.
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Chapter 2
Axl stayed where he was.
He told himself it was a strategy. Wait long enough, and the park might thin out. Maybe there would be a lull…a gap in the steady trickle of joggers and dog walkers. Maybe, if he was patient, he could slip out unnoticed. Or… worst case…
He swallowed.
Wait until evening. The thought alone made his stomach twist. Staying here all day, half-naked, hiding in bushes like some kind of pervert or voyeur but…it was better than the alternative better than…
The grass shifted behind him.
Axl’s entire body locked. The sound was subtle. Soft. Close. Too close. His heart slammed against his ribs as a cold spike of panic shot through him. Slowly he turned his head, every muscle tense, bracing for the worst. A person. A voice. A shout. Instead…fur. Gold and white fur.
Axl blinked.
The creature standing just a few feet behind him tilted its head, bright eyes curious and alert. A border collie, sleek, well-kept, its coat a warm golden hue that caught the morning light. Around its neck sat a black leather collar, and from it dangled a small, heart-shaped charm. “Queen.”
The name glinted faintly as it swung. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then the dog’s tail began to wag.
“Oh no…,” Axl whispered under his breath, the word barely forming before the collie bounded forward.
“Hey…no, no, no…shh, shh-!”
Queen didn’t understand “shh.”
She leapt toward him with effortless enthusiasm, paws landing against his chest as he instinctively leaned back. Axl sucked in a breath, trying to keep his voice down as her nose nudged under his chin, her tongue darting out in quick, affectionate licks.
“Hey stop, stop that!”
Her tail wagged harder. To her this was all a big game.
Axl gently, urgently, pushed at her shoulders, trying to guide her away without making noise. “Go on,” he hissed quietly. “Go. Go find your..your person. Please…”
The thought of an owner nearby suddenly sent a chill down his spine as he frantically looked around for a person though saw nobody too close. Maybe Queen was lost? Maybe not.
Queen bounced back, circling him in a quick loop before pressing against his side again. Her body was warm, solid, and completely unbothered by his situation. To her, he was just another human, one who was apparently playing very strange, very quiet games.
Axl flinched as she let out a short, excited bark.
“Don’t!” he whispered sharply, panic flaring. His eyes darted toward the path, half-expecting someone to come rushing over.
No one yet. But that bark…
“That’s not good,” he muttered.
Queen, encouraged by his attention, pranced in place. Her gaze flicked over him, quick and curious and then settled on the bright (now slightly dirty and wet) white of his briefs.
Axl didn’t notice the shift at first as he was looking around for any approaching people. Then like a predator she lowered her head slightly, eyes locked with sudden focus, ears laid back and tail wagging at a hundred miles per hour.
“…Ok…i think im safe for now”.
The fabric shifted as he adjusted his stance. Loose. Too loose. Queen’s ears perked. She lunged just as he turned his attention back though this time not at his face but at the loose fabric that hid his manhood.
Axl’s hands shot down instinctively, grabbing at the waistband of his briefs just as her teeth closed around the fabric. There was a brief, surreal pause, man and dog frozen in place, both holding on. Then she pulled.
Axl yelped under his breath, tightening his grip. “No..hey stop! no!”
To Queen, this was the best game yet.
She braced her paws and tugged again, tail wagging furiously. The fabric stretched, twisted between them as Axl desperately tried to keep hold without making too much noise. To Axl this was no game. This was life and death.
“Stop…stop it!”
Another pull. Stronger this time. Axl shifted his footing, trying to hold steady, but the damp grass beneath him offered no support. His balance wavered as he fell back and that was all Queen needed.
With a sudden, triumphant yank and a quick tearing sound, the fabric ripped free from his grasp.
Axl’s breath caught for half a second, he just stared. At the space where his last scrap of dignity had been now replaced with the sight of his own manhood staring back at him. He stammered to find his words as his bare ass sat in the cold damp grass.
Then as if to complete some kind of victory lap Queen took off.
“HEY!”
The word burst out of him before he could stop it.
Too loud. Far too loud. But it didn’t matter; he was already moving. Axl bolted after her, every step a jolt of cold air and rising panic as he rushed through the underbrush covering himself with his hands as a final attempt to preserve some fleeting dignity. “Come back! Hey!”
Queen sprinted ahead, her speed effortless, the white fabric clenched proudly in her mouth like a prize. She burst out from the cover of the trees into open space.
Axl skidded to a stop at the edge of the treeline. His body refused to take another step.
Beyond the trees, the park opened into a wide, sunlit field. People dotted the grass, joggers slowing to stretches, small groups gathered on blankets, early picnickers enjoying the crisp autumn morning, entire families blissfully unaware of the distraught naked man hiding in the woods.
And right through the middle of it Queen ran. Unstoppable. Unbothered. A flash of gold weaving between people as the white of Axl’s briefs fluttered from her mouth like a victory flag.
Axl’s chest heaved. He couldn’t go out there. He couldn’t…
His hands hovered uselessly at his sides before he quickly crouched down, retreating back behind the nearest bush. His entire body burned now…not from warmth, but from the acute, overwhelming awareness of his exposure. Axl's slender pale body without an ounce of visible muscle now on display for the whole world. There was nothing left... no clothing, no plans, no dignity…Nothing.
“…I can’t,” he whispered, voice shaking. “I can’t go that way.”
The words felt small compared to the reality pressing in around him. Stay here? Impossible. Go out there? Worse.
Axl swallowed hard, forcing himself to think past the panic clawing at his chest. There had to be another way. There had to be somewhere quieter.
He turned, moving carefully through the thicker brush, pushing past low branches that slapped his exposed ass and uneven ground. The greenery grew denser here, less maintained, less traveled. Twigs snapped softly underfoot as he went, each sound making him flinch. Then…A fence.
Axl slowed, eyes scanning the length of it. Tall, weathered planks formed a barrier between the park and… something else. He stepped closer, relief flickering faintly as he spotted it.
A gap.
Low to the ground, uneven, but maybe just wide enough for a skinny naked man to shimmy himself through. He peered to the other side. He saw a dumpster and what looked like a tarp in it…that could work as a makeshift outfit
“Okay,” he murmured. “Okay, that might…”
He dropped down quickly, glancing once over his shoulder before getting down on all fours and attempting to squeeze through the opening. The wood scraped lightly against his skin as he leaned forward, pushing his head and eventually shoulders through first though, It was tight. But manageable.
“Come on…” he muttered, inching forward. His arms reached out to the other side, fingers brushing dry, neglected ground. A vacant lot, just as he’d hoped.
Almost there. He exhaled, shifting his weight and then…he stopped.
His movement halted abruptly as he felt a painful snag, a sensation he had not accounted for, his body refusing to go any further no matter how he angled himself. Axl pushed again. Nothing.
The wood pressed firmly against his sides, unyielding. He twisted slightly, trying to find a better angle, a narrower profile. Still nothing.
A slow, creeping realization settled in. somehow…despite all the fear, at some point in some small way a part of him was excited about his whole ordeal and his dick was at full mast, too hard to bend into position and fit through the hole without injuring himself.
He wiggled, more urgently his penis acting as some cruel bolt lock preventing him from getting through, the fence creaking faintly in protest but not giving him the space he needed.
Axl froze, half-through the fence, his upper body in the empty lot while the rest of him remained very much on the park side.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He tried one more time, harder this time, forcing his body forward. The wood dug into places that were far too tender, uncomfortable, and not wanting to risk a splinter he stopped. It wasn’t happening.
With a frustrated exhale, he carefully backed out, inch by inch, until he slipped free and dropped back onto the grass. He sat there for a moment, breathing hard, Then his gaze drifted downward. Staring at his dick like it had personally betrayed him.
“…Seriously? I'm hardly even average…I cant believe YOU are blocking me from freedom…how could i possibly be hard at a time like this”
He leaned back slightly, running a hand over his face trying not to cry as the reality settled in with quiet, humiliating clarity. One stupid, inconvenient detail and now even his escape route was off the table. Axl let out a hollow, disbelieving laugh, the sound soft and strained.
“Great,” he muttered. “Just… great.”
The park buzzed faintly in the distance behind him. Voices. Movement. Life continuing as if nothing was wrong. While he sat there, completely exposed, with nowhere left to go. However he didn't lose hope yet. A small string of options crossed his mind as he sat there harder than he had ever been before.
His lip quivered as he let out a shaky breath as he slightly gripped his dick.
“…maybe I could.”
he sat there silently almost as if waiting for fate to answer him.
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What happens to Axl next? you decide:
A: There's ONE sure fire way to handle a stiff dick but would he really go through with such a humiliating act? (He rubs one out)
B: Unable to fit through with his boner he gives up and does his best to cover himself with his hands as he tries to find another way home.
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As a bonus after voting tell me what you'd like to see happen to Axl even if it's not an option it may be featured as a choice later on!
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Axl stayed where he was.
He told himself it was a strategy. Wait long enough, and the park might thin out. Maybe there would be a lull…a gap in the steady trickle of joggers and dog walkers. Maybe, if he was patient, he could slip out unnoticed. Or… worst case…
He swallowed.
Wait until evening. The thought alone made his stomach twist. Staying here all day, half-naked, hiding in bushes like some kind of pervert or voyeur but…it was better than the alternative better than…
The grass shifted behind him.
Axl’s entire body locked. The sound was subtle. Soft. Close. Too close. His heart slammed against his ribs as a cold spike of panic shot through him. Slowly he turned his head, every muscle tense, bracing for the worst. A person. A voice. A shout. Instead…fur. Gold and white fur.
Axl blinked.
The creature standing just a few feet behind him tilted its head, bright eyes curious and alert. A border collie, sleek, well-kept, its coat a warm golden hue that caught the morning light. Around its neck sat a black leather collar, and from it dangled a small, heart-shaped charm. “Queen.”
The name glinted faintly as it swung. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then the dog’s tail began to wag.
“Oh no…,” Axl whispered under his breath, the word barely forming before the collie bounded forward.
“Hey…no, no, no…shh, shh-!”
Queen didn’t understand “shh.”
She leapt toward him with effortless enthusiasm, paws landing against his chest as he instinctively leaned back. Axl sucked in a breath, trying to keep his voice down as her nose nudged under his chin, her tongue darting out in quick, affectionate licks.
“Hey stop, stop that!”
Her tail wagged harder. To her this was all a big game.
Axl gently, urgently, pushed at her shoulders, trying to guide her away without making noise. “Go on,” he hissed quietly. “Go. Go find your..your person. Please…”
The thought of an owner nearby suddenly sent a chill down his spine as he frantically looked around for a person though saw nobody too close. Maybe Queen was lost? Maybe not.
Queen bounced back, circling him in a quick loop before pressing against his side again. Her body was warm, solid, and completely unbothered by his situation. To her, he was just another human, one who was apparently playing very strange, very quiet games.
Axl flinched as she let out a short, excited bark.
“Don’t!” he whispered sharply, panic flaring. His eyes darted toward the path, half-expecting someone to come rushing over.
No one yet. But that bark…
“That’s not good,” he muttered.
Queen, encouraged by his attention, pranced in place. Her gaze flicked over him, quick and curious and then settled on the bright (now slightly dirty and wet) white of his briefs.
Axl didn’t notice the shift at first as he was looking around for any approaching people. Then like a predator she lowered her head slightly, eyes locked with sudden focus, ears laid back and tail wagging at a hundred miles per hour.
“…Ok…i think im safe for now”.
The fabric shifted as he adjusted his stance. Loose. Too loose. Queen’s ears perked. She lunged just as he turned his attention back though this time not at his face but at the loose fabric that hid his manhood.
Axl’s hands shot down instinctively, grabbing at the waistband of his briefs just as her teeth closed around the fabric. There was a brief, surreal pause, man and dog frozen in place, both holding on. Then she pulled.
Axl yelped under his breath, tightening his grip. “No..hey stop! no!”
To Queen, this was the best game yet.
She braced her paws and tugged again, tail wagging furiously. The fabric stretched, twisted between them as Axl desperately tried to keep hold without making too much noise. To Axl this was no game. This was life and death.
“Stop…stop it!”
Another pull. Stronger this time. Axl shifted his footing, trying to hold steady, but the damp grass beneath him offered no support. His balance wavered as he fell back and that was all Queen needed.
With a sudden, triumphant yank and a quick tearing sound, the fabric ripped free from his grasp.
Axl’s breath caught for half a second, he just stared. At the space where his last scrap of dignity had been now replaced with the sight of his own manhood staring back at him. He stammered to find his words as his bare ass sat in the cold damp grass.
Then as if to complete some kind of victory lap Queen took off.
“HEY!”
The word burst out of him before he could stop it.
Too loud. Far too loud. But it didn’t matter; he was already moving. Axl bolted after her, every step a jolt of cold air and rising panic as he rushed through the underbrush covering himself with his hands as a final attempt to preserve some fleeting dignity. “Come back! Hey!”
Queen sprinted ahead, her speed effortless, the white fabric clenched proudly in her mouth like a prize. She burst out from the cover of the trees into open space.
Axl skidded to a stop at the edge of the treeline. His body refused to take another step.
Beyond the trees, the park opened into a wide, sunlit field. People dotted the grass, joggers slowing to stretches, small groups gathered on blankets, early picnickers enjoying the crisp autumn morning, entire families blissfully unaware of the distraught naked man hiding in the woods.
And right through the middle of it Queen ran. Unstoppable. Unbothered. A flash of gold weaving between people as the white of Axl’s briefs fluttered from her mouth like a victory flag.
Axl’s chest heaved. He couldn’t go out there. He couldn’t…
His hands hovered uselessly at his sides before he quickly crouched down, retreating back behind the nearest bush. His entire body burned now…not from warmth, but from the acute, overwhelming awareness of his exposure. Axl's slender pale body without an ounce of visible muscle now on display for the whole world. There was nothing left... no clothing, no plans, no dignity…Nothing.
“…I can’t,” he whispered, voice shaking. “I can’t go that way.”
The words felt small compared to the reality pressing in around him. Stay here? Impossible. Go out there? Worse.
Axl swallowed hard, forcing himself to think past the panic clawing at his chest. There had to be another way. There had to be somewhere quieter.
He turned, moving carefully through the thicker brush, pushing past low branches that slapped his exposed ass and uneven ground. The greenery grew denser here, less maintained, less traveled. Twigs snapped softly underfoot as he went, each sound making him flinch. Then…A fence.
Axl slowed, eyes scanning the length of it. Tall, weathered planks formed a barrier between the park and… something else. He stepped closer, relief flickering faintly as he spotted it.
A gap.
Low to the ground, uneven, but maybe just wide enough for a skinny naked man to shimmy himself through. He peered to the other side. He saw a dumpster and what looked like a tarp in it…that could work as a makeshift outfit
“Okay,” he murmured. “Okay, that might…”
He dropped down quickly, glancing once over his shoulder before getting down on all fours and attempting to squeeze through the opening. The wood scraped lightly against his skin as he leaned forward, pushing his head and eventually shoulders through first though, It was tight. But manageable.
“Come on…” he muttered, inching forward. His arms reached out to the other side, fingers brushing dry, neglected ground. A vacant lot, just as he’d hoped.
Almost there. He exhaled, shifting his weight and then…he stopped.
His movement halted abruptly as he felt a painful snag, a sensation he had not accounted for, his body refusing to go any further no matter how he angled himself. Axl pushed again. Nothing.
The wood pressed firmly against his sides, unyielding. He twisted slightly, trying to find a better angle, a narrower profile. Still nothing.
A slow, creeping realization settled in. somehow…despite all the fear, at some point in some small way a part of him was excited about his whole ordeal and his dick was at full mast, too hard to bend into position and fit through the hole without injuring himself.
He wiggled, more urgently his penis acting as some cruel bolt lock preventing him from getting through, the fence creaking faintly in protest but not giving him the space he needed.
Axl froze, half-through the fence, his upper body in the empty lot while the rest of him remained very much on the park side.
“…You’ve got to be kidding me.”
He tried one more time, harder this time, forcing his body forward. The wood dug into places that were far too tender, uncomfortable, and not wanting to risk a splinter he stopped. It wasn’t happening.
With a frustrated exhale, he carefully backed out, inch by inch, until he slipped free and dropped back onto the grass. He sat there for a moment, breathing hard, Then his gaze drifted downward. Staring at his dick like it had personally betrayed him.
“…Seriously? I'm hardly even average…I cant believe YOU are blocking me from freedom…how could i possibly be hard at a time like this”
He leaned back slightly, running a hand over his face trying not to cry as the reality settled in with quiet, humiliating clarity. One stupid, inconvenient detail and now even his escape route was off the table. Axl let out a hollow, disbelieving laugh, the sound soft and strained.
“Great,” he muttered. “Just… great.”
The park buzzed faintly in the distance behind him. Voices. Movement. Life continuing as if nothing was wrong. While he sat there, completely exposed, with nowhere left to go. However he didn't lose hope yet. A small string of options crossed his mind as he sat there harder than he had ever been before.
His lip quivered as he let out a shaky breath as he slightly gripped his dick.
“…maybe I could.”
he sat there silently almost as if waiting for fate to answer him.
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What happens to Axl next? you decide:
A: There's ONE sure fire way to handle a stiff dick but would he really go through with such a humiliating act? (He rubs one out)
B: Unable to fit through with his boner he gives up and does his best to cover himself with his hands as he tries to find another way home.
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He starts to masturbate to make it go down, but is caught by a group of jogging girls/a teen yoga club
He starts to masturbate to make it go down, but is caught by a group of jogging girls/a teen yoga club
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A.....he gets caught by a group of girl scouts as he's doing it.
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Part 3
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Axl stared at the gap in the fence for a long, quiet moment. There weren’t many options left. Behind him the park was growing busier by the minute. In front of him: a way out…if he could just fit. His jaw tightened into a scowl before he let out a sigh.
“…Fine.”
The word came out under his breath, strained and reluctant. He found a spot of lush grass to sit on, desperation sharpening his focus. Axl slowly reached for his penis cautiously looking around at every tree, every shadow, as if it might be somebody. He stared at it in his hand perhaps trying to will it soft again but as it twitched in his grip he knew that would never happen, his face tightening as the implication settled in.
“…alright…youve done this a thousand times. Just real quick and we are home free.”
“humiliating” was still better than “impossible.” Axl exhaled slowly, glancing over his shoulder again. The distant sounds of the park carried faintly through the trees, voices, laughter, the hum of activity. No one nearby…at least he was pretty sure.
“Okay… quick,” he whispered to himself.
He hesitated just for a moment before forcing himself to start. At first, his movements were stiff and cautious, his head constantly turning, eyes scanning every direction as he slowly and quietly stroked his dick like it was made of glass. Every rustle of leaves made him flinch. Every distant voice made his stomach tighten. He began to speed up, awkwardly, trying not to think too much about what he was doing. Just enough to get through. Just enough to…He paused. Looked around again. Still no one. The tension in his shoulders eased… just a little.
“…this would be easier with my phone…think sexy thoughts…Emma Watson, Awkwafina, Rachael Ray...
His movements were now swifter and more focused. More deliberate. If he was going to do this, it had to work. A faint light filtered through the trees. He became more thorough without realizing it, focused now, not on the embarrassment, but on the goal. Escaping. Getting through that fence. For a few minutes, the world narrowed. Just him. His dick and his thoughts…he felt himself getting oh so close. The tension building as he felt himself harder than he'd ever been. And with one final tug he let out a soft gasp as cum shot across the grass in front of him…1…2…3 shots as he sat there unable to move…that's when he heard it. A sound that snapped him back to reality. The quiet rustle of grass. And then…Click.
Axl froze. The sound was small. Sharp. Unmistakable. His head snapped toward it as he heard a second unmistakable Click.
Another. And another. His stomach dropped. They stood just at the edge of the clearing. Three girls in their hallmark green and khaki uniforms of scouts. Not far. Not far at all. Close enough. Far too close. For a second, no one spoke. Their expressions said enough though. A mix of disbelief. Amusement. Open, a few snickers just barely being held back.
“…What,” one of them finally said, her voice edged with incredulous humor, “are you doing?”
Axl didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His entire body had gone rigid he couldn't even cover himself as he froze like a deer in headlights, his mind scrambling for something, anything! to say that might make this make sense. It didn’t. It couldn’t.
“I…” he started, then stopped.
The second girl snorted, folding her arms. “No, seriously. We have to hear this.” The third shook her head, already smiling. “This is a new one.” Axl swallowed hard.
“I…I can explain,” he said quickly, the words tumbling out now. “It’s not…this isn’t…I didn’t come here like this on purpose, I just…”
He took a breath, forcing himself to push through it.
“I sleepwalk,” he said. “I woke up here. I didn’t have anything else on and there was a dog and it took…”
He stopped. Because even hearing it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. The silence that followed confirmed it.
“…Right,” the first girl said flatly.
The second laughed outright this time. “A sleepwalking guy in the bushes accidentally? So then why exactly were you just sitting there looking like you were having the time of your life pulling on your dick?…eugh yeah…Totally normal.”
“Yeah,” the third added, grinning. “Not weird at all.”
Axl’s face burned.
“I’m serious,” he insisted, his voice tightening with desperation. “I swear, I’m not…I’m not some kind of pervert… please. I just need to get out of here.”
They exchanged glances. There was a pause. A moment where Axl almost thought hoped that they might actually believe him. Then a slow, mischievous smile spread across one of their faces.
“Oh, we can help you,” she said.
The others caught on immediately. Their expressions shifted. Not disbelief. Not quite. Something worse.
“Yeah,” another added, her tone light, almost playful. “We’ll help.”
Axl hesitated. “…Really?”
“Sure,” the third said. “But… you owe us.”
His stomach sank.
“Owe you… how?”
They looked at each other again. Grins widening. As the clear leader. A girl with short brown pigtails stepped closer without a bit of fear and pointed at Axl who still sat on the ground unable to move
“Do it again,” she said simply.
Axl blinked.
“…What?”
“You heard me,” she replied, stepping a little closer. “Do it again. We want to see you play with yourself again. It's still sticking up and we want to see it. You seemed to enjoy it the first time so why not now?”
Axl just stared at her.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, we are,” another girl with long black hair said, pulling out her phone again, twirling it slightly in her hand. “Or we can just… not help. And maybe share what we’ve already got. Or maybe we go and find someone else to come and help you out”
Axl’s breath caught. The implication landed immediately. His shoulders slumped. For a moment, he said nothing. Then, quietly
“…Fine.”
The word felt like it scraped on the way out. The girls stepped closer squatting down with there phones, giving him barely any space…watching, waiting.
Axl swallowed hard. And then he moved. At first, it was stiff. Awkward. Barely more than shifting his hand a little. His body trembled, his posture tight with embarrassment and his dick unbelievably hard. He didn't understand why? Was he secretly enjoying this? No…he wouldn't admit that.
“Wow,” one of them muttered. “It’s…so gross.”
“C’mon,” another teased. “You can do better than that.”
“I thought it would be bigger? They are online.”
Axl squeezed his eyes shut for a second. Then forced himself to keep going. It didn’t get better. If anything, it got worse. Looser movements, more exaggerated desperate attempts to just get it over with while their laughter grew louder, less restrained. Every second dragged. Every sound burned. And finally relief…he came again pumping it out accidentally on one of their shoes. He stopped. Breathing hard. Unable to look at them.
“…Done,” he muttered.
There was a brief pause. Then one of them clapped, slow and sarcastic. Axl said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t even look up.
“…Alright,” the first girl said after a moment. “A deal’s a deal.”
Axl’s head lifted slightly. Hope, fragile, cautious hope crept back in.
“We’ll give you a ride,” she continued.
Relief hit fast…Until…
“But we’ve only got our bikes. So you'll have to stand on the pegs”
Axl blinked.
“…Bikes?”
“Yep. but dont worry we know all the backroads of the city so you probably won't be seen by TOO many people. You could always walk.”
“And unless you’ve got another idea,” the second added, smirking, “you’re riding with us.” The realization set in slowly. Then all at once. No car. No cover. No way to hide. Just…Axl stared at them. Then down at himself. Then back at them. They were already turning, gesturing for him to follow.
“C’mon,” one called over her shoulder. “Before someone else finds you.”
Axl hesitated only a second longer. Because as bad as it sounded, staying here was worse. With a quiet, defeated exhale, he stood…and followed them telling them the address of his apartment.
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What happens to Axl next? you decide:
A: The girls keep their word taking him to his apartment but…they seem to want to make themselves at home. It would be rude not to invite them in after saving him right?
B: The girls decide that one of their houses is closer and a much better place for them to hang out. What choice does he have after all?
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As a bonus after voting tell me what you'd like to see happen to Axl? What do the girls do with/to him and what do they get up to when they are holding all of the cards?
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A quick congrats to Jeepman89 I tossed a coin to decide what kind of people show up and you won it :3.
Axl stared at the gap in the fence for a long, quiet moment. There weren’t many options left. Behind him the park was growing busier by the minute. In front of him: a way out…if he could just fit. His jaw tightened into a scowl before he let out a sigh.
“…Fine.”
The word came out under his breath, strained and reluctant. He found a spot of lush grass to sit on, desperation sharpening his focus. Axl slowly reached for his penis cautiously looking around at every tree, every shadow, as if it might be somebody. He stared at it in his hand perhaps trying to will it soft again but as it twitched in his grip he knew that would never happen, his face tightening as the implication settled in.
“…alright…youve done this a thousand times. Just real quick and we are home free.”
“humiliating” was still better than “impossible.” Axl exhaled slowly, glancing over his shoulder again. The distant sounds of the park carried faintly through the trees, voices, laughter, the hum of activity. No one nearby…at least he was pretty sure.
“Okay… quick,” he whispered to himself.
He hesitated just for a moment before forcing himself to start. At first, his movements were stiff and cautious, his head constantly turning, eyes scanning every direction as he slowly and quietly stroked his dick like it was made of glass. Every rustle of leaves made him flinch. Every distant voice made his stomach tighten. He began to speed up, awkwardly, trying not to think too much about what he was doing. Just enough to get through. Just enough to…He paused. Looked around again. Still no one. The tension in his shoulders eased… just a little.
“…this would be easier with my phone…think sexy thoughts…Emma Watson, Awkwafina, Rachael Ray...
His movements were now swifter and more focused. More deliberate. If he was going to do this, it had to work. A faint light filtered through the trees. He became more thorough without realizing it, focused now, not on the embarrassment, but on the goal. Escaping. Getting through that fence. For a few minutes, the world narrowed. Just him. His dick and his thoughts…he felt himself getting oh so close. The tension building as he felt himself harder than he'd ever been. And with one final tug he let out a soft gasp as cum shot across the grass in front of him…1…2…3 shots as he sat there unable to move…that's when he heard it. A sound that snapped him back to reality. The quiet rustle of grass. And then…Click.
Axl froze. The sound was small. Sharp. Unmistakable. His head snapped toward it as he heard a second unmistakable Click.
Another. And another. His stomach dropped. They stood just at the edge of the clearing. Three girls in their hallmark green and khaki uniforms of scouts. Not far. Not far at all. Close enough. Far too close. For a second, no one spoke. Their expressions said enough though. A mix of disbelief. Amusement. Open, a few snickers just barely being held back.
“…What,” one of them finally said, her voice edged with incredulous humor, “are you doing?”
Axl didn’t answer. He couldn’t. His entire body had gone rigid he couldn't even cover himself as he froze like a deer in headlights, his mind scrambling for something, anything! to say that might make this make sense. It didn’t. It couldn’t.
“I…” he started, then stopped.
The second girl snorted, folding her arms. “No, seriously. We have to hear this.” The third shook her head, already smiling. “This is a new one.” Axl swallowed hard.
“I…I can explain,” he said quickly, the words tumbling out now. “It’s not…this isn’t…I didn’t come here like this on purpose, I just…”
He took a breath, forcing himself to push through it.
“I sleepwalk,” he said. “I woke up here. I didn’t have anything else on and there was a dog and it took…”
He stopped. Because even hearing it out loud, it sounded ridiculous. The silence that followed confirmed it.
“…Right,” the first girl said flatly.
The second laughed outright this time. “A sleepwalking guy in the bushes accidentally? So then why exactly were you just sitting there looking like you were having the time of your life pulling on your dick?…eugh yeah…Totally normal.”
“Yeah,” the third added, grinning. “Not weird at all.”
Axl’s face burned.
“I’m serious,” he insisted, his voice tightening with desperation. “I swear, I’m not…I’m not some kind of pervert… please. I just need to get out of here.”
They exchanged glances. There was a pause. A moment where Axl almost thought hoped that they might actually believe him. Then a slow, mischievous smile spread across one of their faces.
“Oh, we can help you,” she said.
The others caught on immediately. Their expressions shifted. Not disbelief. Not quite. Something worse.
“Yeah,” another added, her tone light, almost playful. “We’ll help.”
Axl hesitated. “…Really?”
“Sure,” the third said. “But… you owe us.”
His stomach sank.
“Owe you… how?”
They looked at each other again. Grins widening. As the clear leader. A girl with short brown pigtails stepped closer without a bit of fear and pointed at Axl who still sat on the ground unable to move
“Do it again,” she said simply.
Axl blinked.
“…What?”
“You heard me,” she replied, stepping a little closer. “Do it again. We want to see you play with yourself again. It's still sticking up and we want to see it. You seemed to enjoy it the first time so why not now?”
Axl just stared at her.
“You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, we are,” another girl with long black hair said, pulling out her phone again, twirling it slightly in her hand. “Or we can just… not help. And maybe share what we’ve already got. Or maybe we go and find someone else to come and help you out”
Axl’s breath caught. The implication landed immediately. His shoulders slumped. For a moment, he said nothing. Then, quietly
“…Fine.”
The word felt like it scraped on the way out. The girls stepped closer squatting down with there phones, giving him barely any space…watching, waiting.
Axl swallowed hard. And then he moved. At first, it was stiff. Awkward. Barely more than shifting his hand a little. His body trembled, his posture tight with embarrassment and his dick unbelievably hard. He didn't understand why? Was he secretly enjoying this? No…he wouldn't admit that.
“Wow,” one of them muttered. “It’s…so gross.”
“C’mon,” another teased. “You can do better than that.”
“I thought it would be bigger? They are online.”
Axl squeezed his eyes shut for a second. Then forced himself to keep going. It didn’t get better. If anything, it got worse. Looser movements, more exaggerated desperate attempts to just get it over with while their laughter grew louder, less restrained. Every second dragged. Every sound burned. And finally relief…he came again pumping it out accidentally on one of their shoes. He stopped. Breathing hard. Unable to look at them.
“…Done,” he muttered.
There was a brief pause. Then one of them clapped, slow and sarcastic. Axl said nothing. Didn’t move. Didn’t even look up.
“…Alright,” the first girl said after a moment. “A deal’s a deal.”
Axl’s head lifted slightly. Hope, fragile, cautious hope crept back in.
“We’ll give you a ride,” she continued.
Relief hit fast…Until…
“But we’ve only got our bikes. So you'll have to stand on the pegs”
Axl blinked.
“…Bikes?”
“Yep. but dont worry we know all the backroads of the city so you probably won't be seen by TOO many people. You could always walk.”
“And unless you’ve got another idea,” the second added, smirking, “you’re riding with us.” The realization set in slowly. Then all at once. No car. No cover. No way to hide. Just…Axl stared at them. Then down at himself. Then back at them. They were already turning, gesturing for him to follow.
“C’mon,” one called over her shoulder. “Before someone else finds you.”
Axl hesitated only a second longer. Because as bad as it sounded, staying here was worse. With a quiet, defeated exhale, he stood…and followed them telling them the address of his apartment.
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What happens to Axl next? you decide:
A: The girls keep their word taking him to his apartment but…they seem to want to make themselves at home. It would be rude not to invite them in after saving him right?
B: The girls decide that one of their houses is closer and a much better place for them to hang out. What choice does he have after all?
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As a bonus after voting tell me what you'd like to see happen to Axl? What do the girls do with/to him and what do they get up to when they are holding all of the cards?
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