Pantsing and Stripping Forums

Chapter Five

Jake seemed pretty confident to, and that made me feel a lot safer from ending up in my underwear. Something that I definitely didn’t want to do. I still couldn’t believe I had got myself into this situation, but I was at least not chickening out.

"Alright, loser. I hope you wore clean undies today, Leo." Jake then joked, as they selected their teams.

Jake went for Bayern for the second time, while Leo went to Liverpool for the first time since the very first game against me. To my delight, and relief. Jake hit the ground running. He scored in the 5th minute of the game, and just before the 20th. He doubled his lead.

I heard Leo curse under his breath after Jake made it 3-0 right on the 35th minute. I had to do my best to hide a grin, as the chances of me ending up in my underwear increased. A feeling that lasted about 30 seconds, as Leo finally made a decent run and pass, to score right on half time.

Making it 3-1 to Jake. Which he was quick to use to taunt Leo. However, that pretty much backfired within about 30 seconds of the second half starting. When Leo made it 3-2 on the 50th minute. Then continued to control the game.

He then equalised the game on the 70th minute. It was now 3-3, and I noticed the look on Jake’s face. A look that pretty much mirrored my own. Although I was sure it wasn’t for the same reason. Jake still had his top, and jeans on.

"Alright, final ten," Leo then muttered, as the 80th minute passed by. Both their fingers flying over their controllers.

Then the worst thing happened. On the 89th minute, Leo played a really long pass. Right over Jake’s midfield, and the touch Leo’s player made took him past the defence. In a one on one with Jake's keeper. Who got nowhere near the ball.

I just sat there in shock, as Leo spent the next 10 or 20 seconds, just keeping possession of the ball, until the whistle finally went for full time, with the score 4-3 to him. I heard Jake groan, as I gulped nervously.

It wasn’t like I had lost the game, and had to take my jeans off. But it meant that I now had to play the next game, and I could feel myself getting nervous. "Fuck." I then heard Jake say, as he put his controller down.

"Jeans off, mate." Leo then said, which got my attention. As I hadn’t expected him to say that.

Jake however just shock his head and grinned, before he took his top off. "you wish!"

Leo scowled. "No, you lost, so you have to take your jeans off, not your top." but Jake shook his head again. "ha! should have insisted on winner of a match decides what the loser takes off, before we started, Leo. Can’t change the rules half way through.”

"Fine, but I am rooting for Matt now." Leo responded, before handing me his controller. “Kick his ass, Matt.” He then whispered to me. So that Jake couldn’t hear.

I still felt nervous though. I had won two in a row, but they were both close games. I decided I might as well stick with Man Utd though, while Jake selected Man City this time. "Alright, hope you are ready to sit in your undies for the next few hours." He then told me, as the match loaded.
My fingers clenched around the controller as the match started. Jake wasted no time in attacking straight away, but I managed to intercept the pass at the last second. "Lucky," Jake muttered, nudging my thigh with his bare foot.

To my surprise, and to Jake’s obvious frustration. I was somehow up 2-1 as the ref blew for half time. Although it could have easily been the other way. "Come on, Jake," Leo then teased. "Don't tell me you're gonna lose to the new kid in your own house."

Jake scowled and shifted on the bed. The second half proved to be the most tense so far. It was brutal. It was back and forth, with both of us missing chances. Until he managed to thread an impossible pass through my defence, and equalising in the 75th minute.

My heart was racing as the clock ticked down. Especially when he missed a golden chance to take the lead. Then, in the 88th minute, I managed to break through his press, and with one more tap of the button. The back of the net bulged.

I couldn’t help but let out a relieved and happy sigh. While Jake slammed his controller down, before scrambling to pick it back up, as he realised he still had time to equalise. Thankfully for me, it was pointless, and the referee finally blew the whistle for full time.

"Bullshit!" Jake then called out, with a face so red. Leo burst out laughing for a few seconds before speaking. "Ha! let's see what you decided to wear today, Jake. Jeans off. Chop chop."

To my surprise, Jake actually hesitated, with his fingers twitching at his belt. "Fine," he then muttered, before standing abruptly. Within seconds he had his jeans pooled at his feet, revealing black boxer briefs straining over an obvious bulge.

Leo wolf-whistled, while I couldn’t help but stare, before realising what I was doing, and looking away. I hadn’t really ever checked out another boy. I was always more focused on getting changed as quickly as I could. Instead of checking out others in the changing room.

"Shut up, Leo.” Jake then said, as he stuck his finger up at Leo. He then turned to me. "Okay, so, Matt. We play with the rule, that the loser stays as they are, until their parents come home. When we finish a game, and yes, that means I am staying like this until mine get home."

“So, what did you think, Matt. You had fun, right?” Leo then asked me, as I tried to process everything that had just happened.

I thought about whether I did or not. While pulling my socks back on. "Yeah, I guess," I then answered as honestly as I could.”

“Cool. Because we like to play games like that, and if you’re going to live here. You definitely need to get used to it.” Jake then told me, as he sat down again.

"So you play that a lot?" I found myself asking, despite the fact he just said they did.

Jake grinned, shifting on the bed in just his underwear. "Yep, although this was the tame version."

"The tame version?" I couldn’t help but ask. Although, as soon as I finished asking, I suddenly worked it out for myself, and blushed.

Leo chuckled and rolled onto his side, propping his head up on his hand. "Judging by the blush, I think you figured out that we don’t stop at underwear in the less tame version. But there are more things too, but I think we better ease you in."

Jake smirked, stretching his arms behind his head. His boxer briefs riding up his thighs even more. "Now be honest, Matt. Would you have actually taken your jeans off, if you had lost?"

I swallowed hard, as they were both staring at me now. "I... dun... yeah... it would have been embarrassing, but yeah." My voice cracked, but I was being honest.

Jake grinned, swinging his legs off the bed to poke my knee with his bare toes. "Good. Because we don’t back out of challenges or tasks here." His smirk then turned sharp. "Now that we know you aren't a chicken. We can be friends, but there is a lot for you to learn about this place, Matt.”

Leo rolled onto his stomach, kicking his feet lazily in the air. "Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself, and we will do the same. I mean, if we're going to be friends, we need to know stuff about each other."

Jake then spoke up again. "Yeah, I mean it's cool that you seem open to having a bit of fun, but you might be super lame or boring. So come on, tell us some stuff. like hobbies, stuff you like, and don't like. You know, sports, movies, shows, and stuff like that."

I swallowed, tugging at the hem of my t-shirt. "Uh... I like football. I Used to be on my old schools team." Leo perked up at that, nudging Jake. "Told you he looked sporty."

Jake rolled his eyes but looked back at me. "Alright, not bad. What else?"

"I did some wrestling, but I'm not very good." I offered.

Jake’s grin widened at that. Which made me a little nervous. "No shit? That’s perfect." He exchanged a glance with Leo, who looked just as excited for some reason.

"We do wrestling as well. Real matches too, not that pansy school crap," Leo then said, as I nodded.

"Except our rules are more fun. Tap out, you lose an item of clothing." Jake then told me, as I felt myself blush. Already guessing that it had similar outcomes to strip FIFA.

Leo snorted, kicking his heel against the mattress. "Oh, he’s blushing. I think he gets it already." He rolled onto his side, propping his chin on his hand.

I noticed Jake stretching out, and saw his boxers riding up further. "Yeah, we definitely have to play that soon." His foot nudged my knee again, toes wiggling. "So, movies? books, shows??" He then asked.

"I—uh—" I stammered, trying not to stare at his underwear. "I like superhero stuff, Zombies, and er… fantasy too."

Leo groaned dramatically. "Christ, not another superhero nerd. Although Zombies and fantasy stuff is cool. What about Sci-fi? You like that right?"

Before I could answer though. I heard Jake snort. "God, don’t start on Sci-fi. We will be hear all day. Let’s move on to something more fun.” He then said, before pausing for a few moments. “Matt. You ever been tied up?" He then asked me, as my eyes went wide at the question.

"That's a no." Leo quickly said, as I started to get a little nervous.

That looks like a good selection for future 'games' - strip wrestling, being tied up, not to mention another game of strip FIFA.
Looking forward to the next part.

Jonjon2 wrote: Sun Feb 01, 2026 10:49 pm That looks like a good selection for future 'games' - strip wrestling, being tied up, not to mention another game of strip FIFA.
Looking forward to the next part.

My plan, is to have all sorts of games.

It should be clearer, in a couple of chapters time, when it comes into the story more.

Glad you're enjoying it

Be funny if the parents returned home & caught Jake in just his underpants while Matt and Leo were still present. Like the boys didn't hear them pull into the driveway.

Chapter Six.

I quickly realised that this was definitely going somewhere I didn’t want it to, but Jake. Who was still in just his boxers, was already crawling towards me. "We'll fix that." His fingers quickly hooking into the belt loops of my jeans. Yanking me forward until our noses almost touched.

Leo meanwhile had vaulted off the bed, and was rummaging through Jake's closet before tossing a bundle of ropes over next to us. "Don't worry, It’s just a bit of fun." He then told me, as he made his way back towards the bed.

"I don't really want to... and besides... I thought you wanted to know stuff about me, and tell me stuff about you two?" I quickly pointed out, as I tried to push Jake away.

Jake thankfully, sat back up. Only to quickly pick up some of the rope. "We can do both." His grin widened as he looped the rope around my wrist before I could pull away.

"Wait... can't we do something else then?" I then said, as I nervously looked down at my now tied wrist.

"I mean, we could give you a few options, and you get to choose, Matt." Leo answered. Giving me a little bit of hope. Although Jake made sure I didn’t try to untie the rope around my wrist.

"Yeah. So listen up, Matt. Option one. You get tied up right now, and we see how long it takes you to escape. Option two. You wrestle one of us, with the rules we told you about earlier." Jake then told me, before pausing for a few moments.

His grin then widened, as he leaned in a bit closer. "Option three. Is another game of Strip FIFA, but all the way this time.”

I was still trying to process everything, when Leo spoke up. "Option four. Is go home, and try to find new friends, Matt."

Jake laughed at that, before pulling the rope tied to my wrist a little bit. "But trust us, Matt. We will make sure people know how you chickened out. So, what's it gonna be?" He then said, while sitting back a little.

I once against, found myself wondering why I had not only come over here, but stuck around for so long. Sure, FIFA had actually been a little fun. This though. This was definitely not something I wanted to do, but I didn’t want to risk alienating myself on my first day here.

I then felt a tug on my wrist, as Jake pulled on the rope. To get my attention. "Tick-tock, Matt. Choose." He then told me.

I then flinched a little, as Leo got a little closer. "Come on, Matt. If you don’t choose something soon. We might have to choose for you."

“Personally, I would go with FIFA, Matt.” Jake then said, and to my surprise. He sounded genuine.

"Your choice, Matt. But if you pick FIFA, remember. It will be all the way this time. Wrestling will be much more fun.” Leo then said, in a tone, that definitely didn’t sound as genuine as Jake had. Which threw me off a little, as they seemed to have switched personalities.

"Tick-tock, Matt. You got ten seconds, before we pick for you, and something tells me that Leo, really wants to wrestle you." Jake then said, before counting down from ten. As soon as he finished speaking.

"Fine, just tie me up. I will get free easy!" I quickly said as he reached 5. I didn’t want to be tied up, but it was definitely better than the other two options.

"Oh, you ‘think’ so?" Jake said in obvious amusement. While he was already looping a second piece of rope around my other wrist, before I could react.

I then yelped in surprise, as Leo then grabbed my ankles, and pulled me down the bed, before holding them together. "I think a hog tie will keep him nice and secure, Jake.," he said, while securing them tightly.

As soon as they were both done. They lifted me up and flipped me over, before I felt them connecting my ankles to my wrists. "Okay, Matt. we're going to make this a game. How long do you think it will take you to get free, and be honest." Jake then asked me.

"Uh, I dunno... ten minutes?" I muttered, while tugging at the ropes to test them.

Jake seemed to find that amusing, as I heard him chuckle, before flopping onto the bed beside me. "Okay, Matt. Here's the game. If you get free inside of 10 minutes. You win, and we untie you."

"But if you don't get free in ten minutes..." Leo then began to say, before trailing off for a few seconds, as I watched him pull a chair over in front of the bed, and sit down. "To make it more interesting. You get a second chance, but we will make it harder."

"If you can’t get free or give up before your second 10 minutes is over. Then we win the game." Jake then added, as he got up and got another chair to sit beside Leo, in front of me.

"I won't give up." I muttered defiantly, as I gave the ropes another test. Hoping they weren’t as tight as they felt.

They were both smiling, as Jake leaned forward. "We will see. Your 10 minutes start now."

I immediately started to twist my wrists, feeling the rough fibres dig into my skin. The ropes even tighter than I thought they were, and every movement just seemed to make them bite harder. Which definitely made me once again question how I had gotten myself into this mess.

Jake wasn’t making it any better either, and not just because he was taunting me with that stupid smirk of his. For some reason, he had brought one his feet up onto the chair he was sitting on. His chin resting on his knee.

Which meant he was dangerously close to giving me a view of something I definitely didn’t want to see. Stretched. His taunting also started to distract me as well, as he repeated “Tick-tock.” over and over again.

Leo was chuckling, as I struggled. Spinning his phone lazily between his fingers. "Three minutes down, Matt. Getting nervous yet?" He then teased, as I strained against the ropes. My face burning with effort, as I jerked my hips, as I tried and failed to roll onto my side.

After a while, Jake leaned forward. Just a few inches away from my face. “Five minutes left, Matt. Maybe you should have picked one of the other options." He then said, as I continued to try and fail to even loosen any of the knots.

Leo was just watching me with a grin, as I got more and more nervous. I was already half way through my time, and hadn’t made any progress at all. I actually wondered if I should have just chosen FIFA. At least I only had a 1 in 3 chance of losing that.

"Eight minutes.” I then heard Jake say.

Which made me stop struggling for a few seconds. Surely it couldn’t have been that much time already. However, before I could waste any more time. Leo bumped me on the nose, and smile at me.

“Come on, Matt. Unless you’re admitting defeat, and want to give up?" He then asked me, as both of them looked at me in a way, that definitely made me not want to do that.

So I ignored him, and twisted my wrists again. Just to feel the rop somehow get tighter. "I just need more time," I muttered, as I tried to convince myself, as much as either of them.

"Well, in 1 more minute, you will get another 10 minutes to try, Matt. After we up the ante, of course." Jake quickly responded, as I found myself questioning just how dumb I had to be. To end up in this position.

After another failed attempt to try and get on my side. I heard Jake laugh, as Leo called time. Which made me stop squirming. They were both grinning, as he showed me his phone screen. Showing that the 10 minutes was actually up.

Chapter Seven

Jake crouched beside me, fingers trailing down my ribs. "Told you it wouldn’t be easy," he taunted, tugging at the hem of my shirt again. While Leo grabbed my trainers from the floor and tossed them onto the bed. "Since you’re still stuck, we’re adding these to the mix. Winner’s privilege."

My eyes went wide as Jake stuffed one of his discarded socks into my mouth, before I could even protest. To make it worse, Leo then held one of my trainers against my mouth, before Jake came over with some duct tape, and secured it around my head.

"Ten more minutes, Matt. Just remember, each fail, we make it harder and more funny." Leo then reminded me, as I tried my best not to breathe in or taste the smell of the sock and trainer.

Jake then leaned forward, after sitting back in the chair in front of the bed. His boxers were again threatening to reveal something I didn’t want to see. "Tick-tock," He then murmured, as he held his phone up, to show that the countdown had started again.

The muffled groan that escaped me only made them laugh harder. I thrashed, and twisted, but the ropes held tight. I tried everything that I could think off, but I didn’t feel any of the ropes give. I didn’t think I had even got close to loosening a single one.

Instead, every movement just seemed to make them tighter. I could feel myself sweating more and more, as I failed to escape. "Six minutes left, Matt. If you tried as hard as you sweated. You might actually get somewhere.” Jake then announced mockingly.

Leo then leaned in, tapping the trainer taped to my face. "Bet you're regretting that 'easy' comment now."

“4 minutes left, Matt. Better get a move on, because once the timer hits zero. You lose." Jake then said with a grin. Making my eyes go wide.

I noticed Leo smirking as Jake said that. “You know, Matt. You really should have asked what happens, if we win.” He then said. Causing me to freeze, as I suddenly felt even more nervous.

Jake stretched, his boxers riding up one leg even more. "Tick-tock.” He then announced, with a smug look. While I quickly got back to try and free myself.

"So much for all that bragging about getting free easily." Leo then said, before they both chuckled.

"Two minutes left, Matt. I don’t think you’ve even loosened a single knot yet." jake then said, as they both sat back a little.

Leo was staring at me like it was the funniest thing he had ever seen. "You look so scared, right now, Matt.”

"and that is Time..." Jake then announce, after I had struggled as hard as I could for the last couple of minutes.

They then spent a good minute laughing, as they watched me try to catch my breath. Especially since it meant that I was taking in more of the smell and taste of the sock and trainer taped to my face.

"Now, the question is. Do we untie you now, or after we tell you what your forfeits are." Jake then said, as he held a finger to his chin.

"I think we can go easy on him. Don’t want to scare him away on the first day." Leo then said, as I watched him stand up.

I still felt nervous about the whole situation, but being tied up. I had no choice or say in what they were going to do. So hearing they were going to go easy on me. Was about as good as I could hope for at this point.

Jake was still holding his finger against his chin, but didn’t seem to be against going easy on me. "Okay, Matt. We're going to strip you down to your undies, and then tie your hands behind your back."

I definitely didn’t like the sound of that, but I didn’t really have much of a choice. Especially as they had definitely done this before, because they worked together when they untied my arms, to get my top off. With one of them holding me down, while the other took it off.

Within moments, they had my hands tied up behind my back again. "That's better. now those socks and jeans can come off." Jake then said, as they rolled me onto my back. My feat and legs were still tied, but they quickly changed that.

Leo smirked, crouching beside me to tug my jeans down, while Jake held me in place. I couldn’t help but try to struggle again, but with my hands tied behind my back. There wasn’t much I could do. "Look at him blush." Leo then said with a chuckle.

Jake's fingers then hooked into the waistband of my boxers, and I quickly jerked in surprise and fear. "Relax," He then said teasingly. While deliberately dragging the fabric down an inch before letting go.

I then felt Leo pulling off each of my socks. Which just make me feel even more exposed, and once again wondering how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess. I was now tied up in my underwear. In a bedroom, with two boys I had known for less than a few hours.

"Still," Jake mused, tracing the elastic of my boxers with his thumb. "You do look ‘way’ better like this." He then said, before tugging the rope around my wrists tighter. Forcing my shoulders back. "Bet you never thought your first day here would end with you tied up in your underwear, huh?"

"Wait till you see what we do to losers who ‘really’ screw up." Leo then said, while his fingers drummed against my ribs, making me flinch. "Remember that kid last summer, Jake. The one who tried to chicken out of a forfeit? We duct-taped him to a lamppost, in just his socks."

"Yeah. It took him two hours to wriggle free. Mrs. Jenkins, and Mrs Williams. Took extra time to water their plants that day." Jake responded, before leaning closer to me. "That’s the rule here, Matt. Once you agree to play, you play properly."

Leo then sat down next to me. "Speaking of playing properly." His smirk turned sharp. "You still owe us a forfeit." His fingers crept higher, making me squirm a little.

"Wait! I thought this was the forfeit?" I quickly managed to protest.

I knew I couldn't do much to stop them, but I was hoping this was actually a real game. Not just something that they had made up, to mess with me. At least that way, there were actual rules, that they would hopefully have to play by.

I love this story as it slowly reaches the next level of exposure and embarrassment - can't wait for the next part!

Love the story! The plots are really good and have many possibilities!

Chapter Eight

I watched as they both looked at each other for a few moments, before turning back to me. "Fine, lucky for you. Leo likes to play by the rules. So I guess we can move on to something else. We got another hour, maybe two. To kill before my parents will be home." Jake then told me.

"I think would could tell him about the Game.” Leo then said. Something that almost made me forget about the fact I was tied up in just my underwear.

I then watched as Jake got up, and walked over to his wardrobe, and opened the lower drawer for a few moments, before pulling out a beefy looking folder. "This is going to blow your mind, Matt." He then told me, as he brought the folder over.

"Huh? what does E.K.T.G mean?" I quickly asked, as I looked at the folder and saw the letters on the front.

Both of them seemed to find that amusing for some reason. "Extreme Kids Task Game," Jake then answered after a few moments.

“A task game?” I then asked, as neither seemed to think that name needed explaining.

"Pretty much. It’s been running in this neighbourhood since the early1900’s or some shit like that. Most kids around here play it. Even your dad probably did. he used to live here, right?"

“Yeah, when he was a kid.” I answered, as I wondered what this was all about.

“Cool, so while we can’t show you everything just yet. We will show you a few pages.” Jake then said, before motioning to Leo to show me.

Leo quickly opened the folder, and flicked through a few pages, before stopping. He then looked at me with a grin. “Here, take a look at this one.” He then said, as he moved over next to me, and held the folder in front of me.

My eyes instantly went wide, as I looked at the page he was showing me. There were a load of pictures of both boys and girls around our age, in different embarrassing situations. They had some writing next to each, but I was more focused on the photos.

"What is this?" I couldn't help but ask. As I started to get a little worried again.

Here I was in just my underwear. With my hands tied behind my back, in my new neighbours bedroom. Without any adults in the house, and they were showing me a folder full of pictures of kids in embarrassing situations.

Jake then pointed to the top of the page. "These are initiation tasks. You have to do one, before you can even sign up to the E.K.T.G.”

I was silent for a few moments, as I tried to process that, and get my nerves under control. I was definitely worried, but not freaking out. If this was all real, and my dad really did play this when he was a kid. Surely, it couldn’t be anything to be scared of.

“Okay, but what is the game though. The E.K.T.G? I mean, what do you have to do, and how does it work?” I then decided to ask, in a surprisingly calm tone. Which was definitely the opposite of how I was really feeling inside.

"Okay, and again, we can’t tell you too much, Matt. But we basically turn games we play, into competitions. You know, like we played FIFA just now, and we challenged you to untie yourself.” Jake answered, before glancing at Leo.

“Yeah, maybe a game of cards, or a game of football. or maybe a race. Just anything that involves a winner and loser basically. The E.K.T.G side of the game, is that after a game or challenge is done. The loser then has to draw a card from a deck of cards.” Leo then explained.

"When you draw a card. You have two options. You either login to the official private website all members have access to, or you can use a folder like this one.” Jake then started to explain, before pausing for a few seconds, to point to the folder. “Which some, but not all players have.”

“Basically, Matt. The cards each have a task attached to them. The difficulty of the task is then determined by the suit of the card.” He then carried on explaining, before pausing again. “So for example. The 5 of hearts, and the 5 of spades. Will be different versions of the same task.”

"Oh." was all I could think of to say. I had so many questions racing through my head. That I had no idea where to even begin.

“It sounds complicated, but once you read it over a few times, and play a few games. It’s really not that difficult or confusing.” Leo then said, as he obviously picked up on what I was feeling.

"Not everything we do, is part of the game though, Matt. It has to be agreed before you do something first. It also can be solo games, or team games. Or something like the strip FIFA us three just played." Leo then said, as they picked up on the fact I was struggling to process it all.

"Yeah. So when we played FIFA before, Matt. We could have decided that the first one to their underwear loses, and has to draw a card. We obviously didn't do that, because you aren't part of the Game. But you get what we mean, right?" Jake then clarified.

I nodded hesitantly, My arms aching slightly from being tied behind my back. "But... why? What's the point?" I then asked, after trying to understand the point of it all.

Jake grinned at that, before flipping to another page in the folder. This one was filled with handwritten tallies in what looked like a point systems. "Points, obviously. You rack 'em up all year, and every month, the winners and losers get prizes or forfeits.”

“What kind of prizes and forfeits?” I had to ask. The idea of prizes definitely piqued my interest. However, the idea of forfeits. Definitely worried me more.

“Monthly prizes are mostly just a bit of money, or some other options we can’t tell non-members. Similar to the forfeits. You saw some of them just now. There is also the ultimate winner and loser at the end of the season. Which is basically September to September each year.” Jake answered.

To my surprise, as soon as Jake finished talking. I felt Leo untie my wrists, and I sighed in relief. “We could keep you tied up, but I think this will be easier if you have your hands free.” He then told me, as I rubbed my wrists a little.

"If you want. We could a mock play through, to give you an idea? pretend you lost the FIFA game, and were first to your underwear." Jake then suddenly suggested, after walking over to his desk, and coming back with a deck of cards. “Pick one.” He then told me.

Leo perked up immediately, sitting upright as he grinned at me. "Yeah, pick one, Matt. It doesn't matter which, as it is just a mock run." He then told me, as he gestured towards Jake's hands.

I hesitated for a few moments. My fingers hovering over the fanned out cards, before plucking one at random. “Seven of diamonds.” I then said out loud, as I looked at the card.

"Okay. Now we need to look through the folder.” Jake then said, as Leo flipped to the front of the folder. Where there was an index.

"Seven of diamonds... page 21." He then said, before flicking through to that page.

Where the first thing I noticed. Was a picture of a boy my age, hanging by his underwear from a fence. It had a caption above it saying ‘Hanging around.’. I then scanned the rest of the page, to see a 7 of diamonds sellotaped to it, and some information about the boy and task.

"So I would have had to let you hang me like that?" I then asked nervously, before thinking about something else. "What would the challenge be, if it was another suit? you said something about the suits changing the difficulty."

Jake smirked, before flipping a couple of pages. Which revealed another picture. With the same boy, but this time he had something on both his nipples, and his hands seemed to be tied behind his back. “Andy got spades that time. Which usually adds pain to a task. Hence the nipple clamps.”

“Yeah, he also has his hands tied behind his back. So he couldn’t try and hold himself up.” Leo then said, as I gulped nervously.

"What about hearts and clubs?" I asked, with another gulp.

Leo turned back one page. “This is the club variation. Which usually adds something to make it more physical. Lucas here, had to lift himself up and down five times per person spectating.” He then said, as I looked at the picture of Lucas. He seemed to be lifting himself up and i could see the strain on his face.

"Hearts usually means humiliation," Jake then said, after flipping back another page. Showing to my surprise a girl this time, holding a load of bread. “Sarah had to go to the shop and buy something. While having an atomic wedgie.” He then told me, as my eyes went wide once again.

“She had to go to the shop. In just her underwear, with a wedgie?” I couldn’t help but ask, in a disbelieving tone. Not believing that was possible.

“Yep. Hearts are considered the worst, because they make every task more humiliating.” Leo answered in a tone, that despite how crazy it sounded. Left me in no doubt, that it was true.

“But what about the adults and the police?” I had to then ask. Surely a girl, or boy walking around in their underwear wouldn’t be allowed.

“Like we said, Matt. It’s a town tradition. Most adults that live here, played it when they were kids.” He then reminded me, of what they had said earlier.

"We also can’t really tell you much more. Not unless you sign up officially. Something we can help you start now." Leo then said, before the room fell silent, as I tried to process it all.

Girls are part of this GAME, too cool...and many of the school kids must know about this.