Act 1: The costumes
Jason and Sam, two 19 years old college students, were chilling on a bench when they saw their friend Brian run toward them
"Hey! guess what!", Brian said as soon as he arrived, "The loosers are having a party toonight!"
"Which loosers?" Sam asked. "You are basically allways calling everyone on the class a looser"
"Precisely! All the loosers!" Brian answered. "All of the 150 first year students of the university first year are having a party, and we are the only ones not invited!"
If they were honest with themself, Jason, Sam and Brian knew very well why no one wanted them to come. The three of them were bullies. They were quite athletic, and never missed a chance to harass weaker boys. They were never out of macho comments for girls too. As a result, they were not very well liked, but they were better than that: they were feared. They were at the top of the food chain. And as such, they could not tollerate not being invited to a party.
"How do you know that anyway?" Jason asked.
"I overheard two girls talking about it. They said the word has been spread to not tell us three about it. And I also stole this card"
Brian showed a card of paper that read "costume party, 7pm to 3am, on may, 20th at The Theatre. Come dressed as a superhero".
In this small town, "The Theatre" refered to a multi-purpose hall. It was isolated in the countryside, only accessible by car. The building contained only one large room, with a theater stage. When the room was used to host parties, the curtain was moved to the very back of the stage, a DJ set was placed on the stage, and people could dance in front of it, while a small bar was installed in a corner of the room. The Theatre was surounded by a large garden full of bushes. The only two small buildings in the back of the garden were the boys and the girls bathroom.
The three boys agreed they had to go to that party, invited or not.
"Just a small problem though," Sam noticed. "The party is tonight and we don't have any costume".
"Way ahead of you dude!" Brian smilled, as he took out of his bag what looked like three red and blue pieces of tissue. "I've allready been to the supermarket. They had three spiderman costume left".
"The supermarket? not even a costume shop?" Jason complained. "Look at these costumes: they are unisize, all elastic, you can tell it's very cheap"
"Well, for tonight, we can't have anything else. It's allready late and the costume shop is closed." Brian replied. "What's more, it's just a party full of loosers. No need to outdo ourselfs!"
They all laughed.
Act 2: The fight
The same day, 8 pm at the Theatre.
"I can't believe these three jerks are here! " Cindy lamented. "How did they find out there was a party tonight? Everyone was told not to let them know."
Cindy, Ellen and Tom were in the garden outside of the Theatre. The three young people were among the favorite targets of Jason, Brian and Sam the bullies. It was obvious to everyone that Jason was having a crush on Cindy, and Brian on Ellen. But their way of expressing that was to multiply unsolicitated, objectifying remarks to the two girls, which they found infuriating. They also always added some homophobic jokes directed at Tom, the two girls' best friend, who was openly gay.
So the three of them were very unhappy when they saw a car arrive at the party and their bullies comming out of it, in their grotesque spiderman costumes. No one was really happy to see the three lads arrive, but no one dared to say anything, so the boys just entered the Theater, making a lot of noise, determined to make a grand entrance.
Cindy, Ellen and Tom stood outside in the garden for a moment, enjoying the calm, chatting and complaining about "the three jerks", when they heard a too familiar voice.
"Ah Cindy! There you are! What a nice Poison Ivy costume you got! It really highlights your advantages. And by that I mean boobs."
"Fuck off, Jason. Leave us alone." was the answer of an exasperated Cindy.
"Come on, don't be like that, it was a compliment." Jason seemed to have had one or two drinks. "Let me see you closer" he said approching Cindy.
"Hey dude, you heard her, leave her alone", Tom intervened, putting his hand on Jason's shoulder.
"Do you have a problem with me, fag ? " Jason asked, turning menacingly toward Tom.
"Hey, wait…" Ellen Grabbed the back of Jason's costume, trying to pull him away from Sam. That is when the theatrical twist happened. Ellen felt a fragility in a certain spot of the costume. The cheap costume consisted of several piece of ellastic fabric sewn together, and this spot on the back was the nevralgic point of the stitching. Without thinking too much, she gave a big yank.
The costume was torn in half at waist level. The two halfs being elastic, the bottom part of the costume dropped very fast at Jason's feet, and the top part rushed toward the head. All of a sudden, Jason's arms were dragged at the level of his head, tangled in elastic fabric, while all of his boddy, from his armpit to his ankles was exposed, exept for his green boxers.
Jason tripped on the lower part of what was left of his costume and fell on the ground. He took a few seconds to untangle his head and arms, but when he did, Tom had already taken advantage of the situation. He immobilised Jason on the ground, putting his knees on the boy's shoulders so he could not get up or move his arms.
Jason, laying on his back on the ground, took a few seconds to process the situation. "What happened? Wait, am I … in my boxers? Get off me, you fag!"
"Oh, you will want to take an other tone now." Tom answered with a big smile. "Let me spell it out for you: you can't move, you are in your underwear, and 150 of your schoolmates are nearby, ready to come and make fun of you if we call loud enough".
Jason didn't know what to say. He had never been in such a vulnerable position before. He had always been the bully, the one in position of strength. Sam watched his face as his expression went from his usual confidence, to realisation and then to embarassement and shame, and the two girls began to laugh, pointing at his almost naked body. The shame came from his sense of modesty, but also from the realisation of his own helplessness, his ridiculousness, his weakness.
Over his years as a bully, he had made several boys strip to their underwears in public places. Even though he was straight, he allways enjoyed watching them, to see the panick in their eyes, the way they were nervously looking around, praying that no one would pass by and see them. The way they looked desesperatly at their clothes in Jason's hands, waiting for his authorisation to put them back. It made him feel so strong in comparaison. But now, he was the one experiencing this panick, and this deseperate urge to cover up.
"Please," he said in a broken voice. "I am sorry…, Don't look at me… Help me. I can't let anyone see me like that".
"Not look at you?" Cindy teased. "But why? It's a nice new costume you got. How did you put it, again? It really highlights your advantages." Everyone but Jason laughed at this comment.
"That said," Cindy continued, "if you don't want to be seen in your boxers, we can help with that..."
"Really?" the naive Jason asked in a hopeful tone. But as Cindy reached for the waistband of his boxers, he realised what this meant.
"No please, anything but that!" He yelled. Then, remembering he shouldn't draw attention, he continued with a lower, yet panicked voice " Don't remove them, I will do anything, I will never bother you again, I promess! " He tried to struggle back with his legs, but the lower part of his costume was still tangled around his shoes. There was nothing he could do.
Cindy stopped her movement "Now we are talking. Do you swear to never bother me, or Ellen, or Tom ever again if I leave your boxers where they are?"
"Yes, I swear! Please, don't strip me" Jason begged.
Cindy seemed to hesitate. "Here is the thing..." she said after a moment, "... I don't believe you!". And suddently she yanked the boxers all the way to the anckles.
"Nooo! " Jason cried. He tried with every muscle of his boddy to get free from Tom's weight to be able to cover up. But he was too disadvantaged in his position. Tom maintained him in place with ease, even allowing himself to turn his head toward Jason's lower body, to enjoy the view.
And what a view! Jason's struggle was only managing to make his soft, little penis wiggle stupidly in the middle of his otherwise lean and muscular boddy. Cindy then removed entirely the shoes, what was left of the costume, and the boxers. The lad was now completely naked from head to toes. While the three young people were silently contemplating the spectacle with a grin on their face, Jason was fulminating.
" Let me move! You will see! I will... I will make you pay for that".
Cindy took out her phone and snapped a few pictures. When he heard the click, Jason's attitude changed again, his voice became more pleading "What are you doing? Don't ! Please!"
"This is my insurance", Cindy explained. "I trust that more than your empty promesses. Those photos can either stay on my phone, or be sent to every girl in school. That will only depend on your attitude toward us, starting right now".
Jason stayed silent a moment, then noded.
"Tom will let you go now. My finger is in the 'send' button. I trust you will behave". Cindy said.
Tom got away from Jason's chest. The lad's first movement was to cover his dick with his hands. Then he looked around, not sure what to do next. He looked at his boxers in Cindy's hands. Wondering if he should negociate, or beg to have them back. Then he looked at the smilling faces of his tormentors. He felt so little, so weak, naked and covering under their glances. He could'nt bare this situation any longer. He stoped thinking, stood up, and started running as fast as he could, away from them and from the Theatre.
The three young people were surprised by this reaction. "Should we run after him?" Tom asked.
"No, let him go," Cindy responded. "What a dumb move. He his still naked, lost in the countryside, with no car keys, or even the key to his appartment, should he arrive there. I wonder what he will do now". They watched Jason's butt wiggle as he ran, untill they lost sight of him in the bushes.
"More importantly, guys! The costumes!" Ellen exclaimed. "Remember Brian and Sam have the same costume, with the same defects!"
"Oh yeah! let's go tear these costumes down!" Tom responded enthusiastically.
"Not so fast. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity. We don't want to simply make them show their boxers to a few people. If we play our cards right, we can humiliate them so much it will make them pass the urge to bully anyone for ever!"
And so they began planning.