The stripping war

[NickTwisp]

Certainly, a goodly number of girls from both Classes A and B are seeing many of their male classmates naked, in most cases penises fully or somewhat partially exposed. They are in most cases apparently enjoying the wantonly penis views afforded them of their heretofore mostly modest boy fellow students.

[Shyguys]

Chapter 6: The games

After the spectacular exposure of Alex and Bobby, things were calm for a while. Every boys in class A and B were even more cautious than before. They walked in the corridors only in large groups, were coordinated to never go back home alone after school. Even on the evenings and the week-ends, none of them dared to go to public places on their own: they remembered the misadventure of Colin at the adventure park. Time was passing by, and at this point, the end of the school year was only in two weeks.

Class A was fine with the status quo: they were two points up in the competition. If things stayed the same, they were safe and all they would have to do would be to enjoy the show of all their long time rivals exposed naked in a public park. The class B boys on the other hand were more and more under pressure. Even those who had not been seen naked felt every day the gaze of every girls in high school. The girls were stripping them mentaly, eagerly awaiting for the day when they would get to actually see them without their clothes on. Of course, every student of every class was aware of the bet, and no force in the world could stop them from going to that park on the first day of summer to witness the forfeit of the losing team.

Given the gravity of the situation, all the boys in class B organised an emergency meeting. They all agreed that doing the forfeit would be unbearable. First they envisaged simply not showing up in the park on the fatidic day. They concluded it was impossible: at this point, everyone in school was too invested in the stripping war. If they did not honor their part of the contract, they would make an enemy not only out of class B, but out of the entire school. They were sure to have their revenge eventually and strip them possibly multiple times, and in circomstances even more humiliating. They would never see the end of it. Their only option was to strip at least two boys from class A before two weeks, at all cost.

They decided on a plan. The next day after school, they would tail every single group of class A boys comming home, to learn which path they took, where and when they split, and at what point on their paths they were the most vulnerable. It was extremely dangerous: the people doing the tailing had to be alone to not draw any attention, so if they were spotted, they would almost certainly be caught and stripped naked right on the middle of the street. But they had no choice.

A few days passed. The next Friday, after school, a group of six boys from class A was walking back home as they did everyday. After a 20 minutes walk, they stopped for a bit at a turning point. This was the place where they split every evening: four of them were turning left, and the two others, Martin and David, were turning right. They were far enough from school that they felt safe doing a little bit of road in only a group of two. Plus they both lived not too far from there anyway.

The six lads took a few minutes to chat before splitting. A hundred meters from them, a hooded figure was sitting on a benche, discreetly observing them. When they finaly parted ways, the figure took out his phone and sent a text.

The unsuspecting Martin and David walked for less than a minute, then suddently, at a turning point, they came face to face with six guys from class B. Before they could react, their hands were tapped together, and they were shoved into a eight-seater car. Their assailants took place into the car and drove away. It was too risky to strip the two lads there, still so close to their friends. And they had other, even more fun plans.

Martin and David knew they were in a lot of trouble. "Where are we going? What are you going to do to us?" David asked anxiously. But no one answered. Eventually, the car stopped. The two captives let out a gasp when they recognized the place. It was the bar street, the place where almost all the pubs in town were concentrated. And it was Friday evening. For the moment, it was around 7 pm, the place was still calm, but two hours later, the place would be crawling with litteraly thousands of high school and college students. Truly the worst imaginable place and time to be naked. "No way!" Martin anonced. "I am not leaving this car. My hands are tieds, but I will bite you if I have to. I am not getting naked here!"

"Relax," one of the class B boys said. "You are not naked yet, are you? Look, here is the situation: we will be taking naked pictures of you tonight. That is just a given. We need it, and you have no way around it. The question is whether or not we will be parading you naked in this street in a few hours. If you do not cooperate, we can just strip you on the car, wait until the street reaches its pick activity and kick you out. We are six against two and your hands are tied, try to bite all you want, you know we would succed." He paused for a moment to let that sink in. Martin knew he was right. "And what if we cooperate?" he asked in a small voice.

"Now you are being reasonable. We reserved a private room in that bar just there. If you follow us there without drawing attention, I promise we will give you a legitimate chance to be wearing something when you get out." Martin and David didn't like the sound of that. Only a chance ? That clearly implied the naked parading would still very much be on the table. But if they did not cooperate, that outcome would be certain. Reluctantly, they agreed to follow the class B boys into the bar.



In the private room, the entirety of class B was waiting for them, boys and girls. They all cheered when they saw the newcommers arrive. They were sitting around tables that were aranged in a semi-circle, some drinks and snacks in front of them. The six boys placed Martin and David at the center of the semi-circle. The two lads were surprised when they actually freed their hands and went to sit with the others. Two of them stayed near the door to make sure that the prisonners did not attempt to escape. A girl in front of Martin and David, whose name was Susan, began to speak.

"Welcome, Martin, David! So nice to see you! I'm not gonna lie, it kind of sucks to be you right now". Everyone laught, Martin and David stayed quite, waiting to see what was coming for them. "Here is the deal," Susan continued, " we couldn't quite agree on what to do with with you. Some of us wanted to humiliate you as much as possible, as a revenge on behalf of all of class A..." (at this point, most boys nodded, especially Josh, Colin, Alex and Bobby) "which would imply parading you naked on the bar street at around 9 pm". Both Martin and David felt a knot in their stomach at this perspective. "Anything but that!", Martin muttered.

"Others wanted to have a long intimate moment between us, to take the time to get to know ... all of you!" Most girls smilled and gazed at Martin and David in a way that almost made them blush. Spending the evening naked, scrutinized by all girls in class B was certainly not a happy prospect either. But the at least the public would be less numerous. "So... what did you chose?" David asked nervously.

"We came up with the following compromise" Susan answered. "The two of you are going to play a series of games against each other. Games that will involve a lot of exposure and embarrassement, but everything will stay within this closed room. The one who prevails in the most games wins". Susan paused for a while. The two boys let out a little sigh of relief: at least their tormentors did not go with the most humiliating option. But then Susan continued: "Then, around 9pm, we will get out and parade you along the whole street with your hands tied on your back. The winner of the games will get to wear his boxers. The loser will be totally naked. That way you should be motivated to really try your best to win the games.".

Martin and David's reaction was to freeze in horror. Not only would they be the play things of their enemies for a whole evening, but they would still be exposed in front of the thoursands of people in the bar street, either naked or in their boxers! David was the first to manage to speak. "What? No! You can't.... How is that a compromise? We won't... We refuse!". Susan smilled and answered: "Well as I said, it sucks to be you right now. The parading part is not negociable I'm afraid. You can always choose to refuse to play the games. Granted, that would make the first part of the evening a lot less fun for us. But then you would both end up naked on the street.".

David did not now what to say. He looked across the room at all of his long time rivals. They were all looking down at him, smilling in anticipation of his humiliation to come, while casually sipping their drinks. He really did not want to give them the satisfaction of complying with their plans. On the other hand, the prospect of being completely naked in the crowded street was dreadful, and being allowed to at least wear boxers would be a huge relief. With a lot of courage, he wispered to Martin "Let's not play their games! Let's not give them that satisfaction!". Martin was lost in his own thoughts, he did not answer.

"Time for the first game!" Susan interupted in a cheerful voice. "We will put on some music and the both of you will perform a strip tease to your boxers. We will then vote for the best choreography, and the winner gets one point". Without further ado, she pressed a button and catchy music started playing. The girls started cheering, some were clapping their hands in rythme with the music while others took out their phones and started filming. "At last!" one of them said, "I've been waiting for this all evening!". David puffed out his chest and stood still defiantly. Martin hesitated for a moment, then he timidly started to unbutton his shirt.

"Dude what are you doing? Stop that! Don't let them win" David said. Martin looked at him sadly. "Sorry," he said in a small voice, "I can't go out naked in the street… I just can't". He continued to remove his shirt. David started to hesitate. At this rate, Martin would be allowed to keep his boxers, and he would be the the only one exposed fully naked to the crowd outide. It seemed even worse than the two of them being naked: he would be the main attraction, the sole center of attention. This thought made him change his mind. He had to fight to not be the naked one, even if that meant swallowing his pride in the short term. Heavy-heartedly, he began to strip too.

When Martin noticed David was also stripping, he knew he had to try a little harder in order to win the game. He timidly began to move in rythm with the music as he removed his shirt completely. David imitated him, and the girls clapped and catcalled as they got their first sight of the two lads bare chested. Then they both proceeded to remove their shoes, socks and trousers. It was not much of a choreography. Part of them wanted to offer a better performance in order to win the game, but they were too embarrassed and clumsy. David even had trouble undoing his shoelaces, and had to interrupt his dance to crouch and use both his hands. At the end of the music, they were both standing akwardly in their boxers, Martin was nervously hidding his buldge with one hand. Josh came to collect their clothes. "You won't need that in a long while!" he told them with a big smile. Like Colin, Alex and Bobby, he was especially savoring this revenge on class A.

After a quick vote by show of hands, it was decided to give the first point to Martin. Susan spoke again. "The next instruction is not a game as much as a general rule: from now on, every time you disobey an order, you lose a point. Understood?" Martin nodded, and after a small hesitation, so did David. At this point, it would be meaningless to resist. He just had to comply and hope he would win more games. "Ok, here is the first order: give me your boxers. One of you will get them back before you get out of this room, but in the meantime, I will be keeping them". The two boys knew this was comming, but they still were not prepared for this. They were already feeling so vulnerable, standing in their underwears in front of a whole room full of their rivals who were making fun of them, recording and commenting on their exposed boddies. Their boxers were the only thing protecting what was left of their dignity. "I meant now" Susan said after a few seconds of hesitations.

The two boys had no choice. They each put an hand over their dicks, and removed the boxers with the other. Then they moved forward and reluctantly dropped the boxers on the table in front of Susan as the whole room cheered. David looked very embarrassed of course, but Matin was even beyond that. His back was bent forward, his feet tilted inward, his two hands firmly pressed against his penis, and he looked like he was hyperventilating. Susan looked at him. "You can guess what the next order is going to be, can't you Martin?". The boy just shaked his head in denial, so she made it more explicit: "Both of you, put your hands on your head and stand straight and still until I allow you to move. Oh, and... this is optional but if you can... smile! We have some important photos to take."

Predictably, Martin and David did not smile. Staring at the ground, David slowly removed his hands and exposed his dick to the mesmerised room. It was soft and of pretty usual lenght. Martin however did not move. Susan took her time to admire David's cock, then talked to Martin: "Alright Martin, this is your last chance. If at the count of three you have not moved your hands, you will lose a point. Remember it would get you one step closer to being paraded naked on the street. One… Two… " Martin came back to his senses. As he forced himself to put his hands over his head, everyone erupted with laughter. His dick was ridiculously small. No wonder he was so desperate to keep it hidden. Were it not for the little bush of public hair, it would have looked like Martin hadn't even started puberty.

For the next ten minutes, Martin and David were not allowed to move. They were both looking down, avoiding eye contact with anyone, especially Martin who was mortified that the secret of his small dick had been revealed, and about to be shared on the online conversation. Class B took a lot of photos, but decided to wait until the end of the evening to post them, just in case the students in class A recognised the background and came to the rescue of their classmates. When Susan felt that everyone had stared and laught at the naked boys to their heart's content, she made them turn around for a while to also take some photos of their butts, then turn again, and finally she said they could move their hands. While David did not even bother to cover up, Martin still cupped his dick with one hand.

"OK, next game!" Susan anonced cheerfully, "David, you are a point behind for the moment, but I feel like this is your chance to come back! You both have five minutes to 'prepare', and then we will mesure your dicks. The biggest wins". The two boys took a few second to understand what she meant. Was she really expecting them to give themself an erection right here and now? With everyone staring and filming? "4 minutes and 45 seconds now," Susan said, "I would start preparing if I were you. Martin, don't you want your boxers back before our little excursion to the street? Otherwise the whole town would know about your tiny little secret!". In panick, Martin started stroking his little dick. David knew he also needed to get a bonner to win the game, but the audience was making him too nervous. Eventually, he closed his eyes, tried to imagine he was alone. Using one hand to gently caress his balls, and the other for the tip of his dick, he managed to make it grow.

By the end of the 5 minutes, both boys were fully hard, and the girls in the room had gained a video that they were looking forward to watching again once they would be alone. Even with a full bonner, Martin's penis was still very small. David was the clear winner of this round, but two girls still came closer with a ruller to make the measurements. As they announced the results (15 centimeters for David and 9,5 for Martin) the boys felt like their humiliation was now complete. Their enemies now knew even the most secret aspects of their boddies.

The games continued for a while. Who could do the most pushups? Who could imitate this or that animal the best? Who would come up with the sexiest pose for a naked photoshoot? And so on. Most of them were subjective and the winner was decided by a vote by show of hands. The score was kept close for entertainment purposes. Both David and Martin had comited too much at this point, so they kept complying even with the most embarrassing instructions, hopping to get their boxers back so that it would not have all been for nothing. At 8:50 pm, the score was a perfect tie. Both their penises were now soft again, and they had been exposed so much that even Martin was no longer trying to hide it. Susan made an announcement: "OK guys, this will be the last game of the evening. After that we will come out of the bar and walk all the way down the street, which should be crowded right now. This game will decide which one of you gets to wear his boxers. Are you ready?"

The two boys gulped. This was the moment they had been dreading for two hours. Being paraded in that street would be humiliating either way, but having boxers on would still make a world of difference. They nodded. First Susan made them unlock their phones, then she explained the game: "Both of you will write on a piece of paper the name of one or several people whose contact you have on your phone and choose what we will send them, between a picture of you naked with a soft dick, the same picture with a hard dick, the video where you give yourself a bonner, or all of the above. Then we will vote to decide who chose the most embarassing combo, and that person wins the game."

"But then… Will you actually send the photos or videos?" David asked. "You bet we will!" Bobby answered. He was actually the one who came up with that game and he was enjoying his revenge very much. Even when David and Martin were thinking it could not get worse, their rivals still found new ways to embarrass them. David took a moment to think. His safest bet to win the game would be to pick his ex-girlfriend who hated him, but he really did not want to do that: she would be too happy to share the photos with absolutely everyone he knew. He just had to pick something slightly more embarrassing than Martin. But he now knew Martin desperatly didn't want anyone to find out about his tiny dick. So most likely, Martin would chicken out and just choose to send a picture to a male friend whom he trusted to keep it secret. David decided to write the name of a female former middle school classmate, who he suspected used to have a huge crush on him. It would be embarrassing, but he knew she was nice enough to not share the photos with anyone. To be safe, he decided to send her both photos, with and without the erection, but not the video.

Susan collected the two pieces of paper. First she read out loud David's. People in the audience were appreciative of his choice, it was bold. But David had underestimated how baddly Martin wanted to avoid being naked in that street. He wrote the name of five people, two girls and three boys, and explained they were a group of friends two classes bellow him in middle school that he used to bully. Susan checked the conversation history and it consisted indeed mostly in insulting and mocking messages from Martin. Martin had also chosen to send both photos but not the video. The vote was unanimous: Martin was the winner.

All the pictures were sent, and the class B boys came to solidly tape David and Martin's hands behind their backs.
"What about my boxers?" Martin asked.
"Here they are", Susan said, "you deserved them". Then she put the boxers over Martin's head. "There you go, you are wearing them, just as promised. Congratulation!".
"What!? No? That's not… " Martin began, but the class B boys were already draging him and David outside of the private room.

The rest of the bar was filled with high school or college students, who all erupted in laughter when they saw the two (mostly) naked lads trying vainly to struggle. The rest of the street was even worse. The procession could barely move two meters without being interrupted by laughing young people demanding to take a selfy with David and Martin. Girls were even asking if they could touch the two lads' abs or pecs. The most daring ones wanted to touch their dicks or balls. The class B boys made sure that every demands were met, so it took them more than half an hour to get to the other side of the street. Only then, Martin and David were untied and allowed to get dressed. They also got their phones back, with a bunch of notifications from David's former classmate and the people Martin used to bully. But they decided to deal with that later. For the moment they just ran away as fast as they could.



The next day, the members of class A, and soon after them the whole high school, received the news (as well as an extensive number of photos and videos) of the recent events. As much as they appreciated this new fuel for gossips, the other classes were a little bit worried: the stripping war was now a tie, and there was only a week left before the day of the forfeit. Representatives were sent to both class A and class B to explain that a lot of students had postponed their vacation departure to be there to witness forfeit on the first day of summer, and ask the two classes to please find a way to select a winner in order for the long awaited forfeit to still happen.

Both classes A and B found that demand incredibly bold, but they agreed that the stripping war must have a winner and a loser. At this point, they were too invested, they were more angry at each other than ever and really wanted to settle this once and for all. A tie would be frustrating for everyboddy.

It was decided that each team would send three champions to a final game of strip football. For every goal scored, the opposing team would lose an item of clothing. The first team naked would be photographed and posted on the conversation, thus making their class lose the stripping war.

[Shyguys]

Hi everyone, thank you for reading. So the next chapter will decide which class wins and which one will have to do the forfeit. I actually have not decided that yet, and I will let you decide. Please comment below which class you would like to win, or like a comment that you agree with. If you would prefer it to be a surprise, you can also vote for the result to be randomised (if there are no votes, I will go with that option).

[Shyguys]

Chapter 7: the final battle


It was already the evening of the last Thursday of the school year. The next day would officially be the last day of the now famous stripping war, and on day after that, the long awaited forfeit of the losing team would take place. But for now, the vast majority of the high school students were gathered to attend the football match that would finaly decide the winners of the war.

For reasons of equity, neither class A nor class B had wanted to let the other be in charge of organizing the match. And they hated each other way too much to cooperate and organise it together. Luckily, every other classes had enthousiasticaly agreed to co-organise everything. And they made a big deal out of it. They chipped in to privatize a local gym for the evening with a small football field, along with some almost pro level filming material and a giant screen above the field. Money was not a problem: the high school had more than a thoursand students, and almost all of them were happy to contribute a little to give a worthy ending to this war that had amused them all so much in the past few weeks. Plus, being able to zoom on the players when they would be stripping and to project the images in high resolution on a giant screen seemed like a very essential feature to them.

Almost all of the high school was present on the stands. The mood was very festive, people were betting between themselfs on the results. Only the boys from classes A and B were under pressure. The match was going to determine whether they would get to triumph and enjoy the humiliation of their rivals or if they would be the ones to run naked accross a public park with their hands over their heads in just two days. They were sitting in two groups, on each side of the stands, staring daggers at each others.

While the players were preparing, Arthur and Mary, a boy and a girl from class D who had been designated to comment the game, arrived in the field, acting like TV show hosts. "Ladies and gentlemen," Arthur began, "welcome to the football match that will determine once and for all the winners of the stripping war! While our players are getting ready, why don't we take a moment to recall the history of this war that has been going on for a few weeks between class A and class B ?"
"What a good idea!" Mary continued. "It all started about a month ago with a guy from class A named Max". She pressed a button on a remote control she was holding and a picture appeared on the giant screen. It was the photo of Max, naked, his arms held behind his back by two class B boys, with his boner in full display and a very embarrassed expression.

In the stands, Max felt his face burn from shame. He had absolutely no idea this was going to happen. He knew most of his schoolmates had seen that picture already, but seeing it on a giant screen and hearing the lively reactions of the crowd was very different. Around him, his friends were loudly protesting, but the sound was covered by the cheers and applauses of the rest of the audience. The class B boys did not dare to laugh: they began to understand what was comming for them too. In particular Josh, Colin, Alex and Bobby were all very pale, they wanted to disapear into the ground.

Mary continued her explaination: "Max here tried to prank the class B, but as you can see, he ended up regretting it".
"Yep, on the photo, he does not look very happy to me", Athur said.
"And yet, part of his boddy still looks happy" Mary commented, "go figure!". The audience laught.
"Anyway, the second victim came very soon after that. A guy from class B named Josh".

"No wait! Please don't…" Josh began to shoot, but too late. The image had changed to the photo of him naked with his small soft dick exposed. Once again, the audience applauded enthousiastically.
"Here, we can see Josh just after he had been stipped naked right in the middle of high school!" Mary commented, "This time obviously, absolutly no part of his boddy seems happy".
"After that, Josh ran away and tried to find refuge in the men's room" Arthur added, "here's a video clip showing how that worked out for him".
A video started playing of Josh naked in a toilet cabin. It was filmed from above by a boy perched on top of another cabin. Josh was desperatly holding with both hands the handle of the door that the two boys outside were trying to open, leaving his penis uncovered. After a few seconds, he turned his eyes toward the boy filming on top of him. "Wait! Are you filming? Stop!" by reflex, he covered his penis with one hand, thus loosening his grip on the door that burst open. Female laughter could be heard, and as Josh had to step outside of the cabin to close the door again, the video paused on a great shot of his butt.

Arthur resumed his commentary: "It was after that event that the stripping war was officially declared. Each class had until the end of the year to share images of a maximum of naked lads from the other class. All boys of the losing class will have to run naked three times across the park with their hands over their heads. It will happen this saturday, I'm sure you will all be there!" The crowed cheered.
Mary continued: "The first point in this competition went to class A, after Colin, a boy from class B, had an unfortunate zip line accident." The video started playing of Colin naked, squirming to try and free his hands trapped in the zip line security system.
"Yes, tragic accident indeed. Fortunately, he made it to the end of the zip line safely, as you can see". The photo of Colin at the bottom of the zip line appeared, with his desperate expression and the crowd of young people from the adventure park laughing and pointing at his erect cock that he was unable to hide. Arthur and Mary left the photo on the screen for a few seconds. In the stands, Colin was curled up on his seet, closing his eyes and covering his hears to not perceive the teasing of the audience. Having his naked picture on display for so many people really felt like he was himself naked right now in front of everyone.

Mary eventually skipped to the next photo, which showed Charle on the school bus, struggling to free his hands from the grisp of the boy behind him, while his boxers were removed from his feet, his soft dick hanging freely for the whole bus to behold. "Class B took their revenge about a week later by stripping a boy nammed Charle on the school bus." she narrated. Charle was embarrassed, but he was also very angry. He stood up, backed up by his class A mates, and shooted "Fuck you! You can't just project naked photos of people! We never agreed to this!".
"Oh but you did" Arthur said with a smile. "All members of classes A and B agreed to delagate every aspect of the organisation of the match to the other classes. And the other classes all agreed that a detailled and illustrated summary of the context would be an essential addition to this event. The vote was unanimous!".
"Beside, it's not just naked photos" Mary added. "We have naked videos too!". A video started playing of Charle running naked on the street. He was only covering his hard dick with one hand, so glimpses of it appereared periodically as he moved, and his balls were dangling grotesquely.
"This video is almost 10 minutes long" Mary said to Charle. "We didn't plan to let it play all the way to the end, but if you have a complaint, we can use it to fill the void while we discuss".
Charle gave up and sat back. "Ok fine," he said "just skip the video".
Mary did so, but the next photo was also of Charle, from when he was standing at the bus stop with his hands on his head, his erection in full view. Mary made a point to leave that photo on the screen way longer than necessary, which none of the girls in the audience minded.

Then she resumed the commentary. "At that point, classes A and B were even, with two stripped boys on each side. But a few days later, class A made a big move by stripping two guys at once, just a few streets away from high school. But I don't need to tell you that, do I? A large part of you was there to see it." The audience cheered. "What do you think? Do we skip that part then, or do we still play the video?" The public began to chant "The video! The video!" And a video appeared on screen of Alex and Bobby naked, tied back to back, with mocking messages written with a permanent marker on their boddies, their dicks painted in blue and green. The video was taken just after their tormentors from class A had left, and before their friends had arrived to free them.
On the video, Alex and Bobby were watching helplessely a sea of people coming out of the high school and straight toward them, as they were exposed and powerless to cover. Bobby's eyes were alternating between his own tiny penis and all the people looking at him, his expression was horrified. Alex was trying his best to look confident, but he was still akwardly moving his legs to try to find a position where his cock would be less exposed.

After a minute of video, Arthur said "I wonder if Alex still has the cat whiskers drawn on his face. Can we please have an image of him?"
The girl responsible for the camera filmed Alex in the stands, and his image was broadcast live on the big screen. The cat whiskers were begining to fade, but they were still visible on his face. No matter how many time he had washed his face, they had stayed in place, taunting him every day and reminding everyone of his humiliation. When he realised he was filmed, he showed his middle finger to the camera.
"Still a bad kitty indeed," Mary laughted. "I wonder if his dick is still blue as well".
"Well I guess you can find out in two days if class A wins the game" Arthur answered. "for now let's move on to the two lattest victims of the stripping war"

For David and Martin, the organizers were spoiled for choice about what photos or videos to use. They had picked the video of the five minutes where the two boys had to give themselfs an erection. They let it play entierly in the background while explaining in details how the two guys were captured, the games they had to play, and the naked parading along a street filled with thoursands of young students. From time to time, they were interrupted by the sound of one of the boy moanning involuntarily in the video, which the audience found very funny. David and Martin's faces in the stages were litteraly crimson with shame, especially when Mary commented "Well, I'm sure glad the screen is giant, otherwise we would have missed Martin's dick!".




After that, the players were ready to go, and the match soon began. It was a small football game with 3 players in each team. It was agreed that after each goal, the three players of the team that had conceded the goal would have to take off an article of clothing. Shoes and socks did not count, they would have to take of first their shirts, then theirs shorts, and finally their boxers. The first team to lose the boxers would have to pose for a naked photo, and their class would then be the losers of the stripping war.

Everyone in the gym was very excited. Both class A and B were cheering very loudly for their champions. The players of boths teams were fired up. For them, it was the opportunity to finally prevail once and for all over their rivals. If they won today, they would take revenge for all their friends who had been stripped and exposed. After weeks of open war, and years of rivalry before that, they could feel their definitive triomph was close. Their enemies would be utterly humiliated in front of everyboddy, and history would remember their class as the uncontested winner of this affrontment. All of them were fully confident they would win.

Of course, one of the team had to lose. That was what kept every male students from the other classes on their toes. The stripping war had fuelled their conversations with drama and gossips for weeks, and its conclusion was going to be even more entertaining. They knew they were witnessing a moment of history. Much like the audience of gladiator fights were hoping for blood, they couldn't wait for one of the team to have its confidence shattered and to bend the knee. The size of the stakes was making the show even more thrilling. Most of them knew they would not bare to be exposed naked in front of so many girls, so they could only imagine what the players and the boys from classes A and B were feelling.

For the female members of the audience, the excitation came from different causes. The six players were eye candy for them, they were the most athletic boys from classes A and B, and the girls couldn't wait for their boddies to become more exposed! They were chatting between them about which team they would like to lose the most.

So the match began in an electric atmosphere. Both teams had a very agressive playstyle. There were a few good attempts to score that were stopped in extremis by the goalkeepers. The two commentators Arthur and Mary were amazed by the level of the game. After about ten minutes, the class B team managed to score the first goal, exploiting a weakness in their opponent's defense.

The class A player didn’t mind too much. They removed their shirts without making a big deal about it, regrouped for a moment to talk about strategy, and went back to the game with a newfound focus. Class B students in the audience cheered a lot, they were one step closer to victory. All the girls cheered with them: at last, the first new cute bare chested boys of the evening! All the naked pictures and videos projected on the giant screen at the begining had been nice, but they already knew all those images very well. They were here to see some new underdressed lads, and they were starting to get what they were looking for. The girl in charge in the camera knew very well what was expected of her, and she made it a duty to zoom on each of the newly revealed chests.

The game resumed. After a few unsucessful attempts on both sides, the class B players noticed that their opponents were reverting to the same defensive formation, with the same weakness. They tried to do the same action as before, but this time, the class A players were expecting it. They managed to take back the ball before the attack became to dangerous, and rush to class B's goal, taking them by surprise and scoring.

The class B boys took their shirts off as well, under the applause of the audience. Unlike their opponents who seemed unbothered by the catcalls and giggles of the girls in the audience, the class B players were a little bit intimidated. On of them in particular, Peter, was already blushing a bit. But they moved on and the game continued.

After a while, it became manifest that the class B team was a little bit better than their opponents. The goal that class A had managed to score was largely because they had been taken by surprise, but it was not going to happen again. They adopted a more solid playstyle, and managed to put their opponents into serious pressure, until finally, a breach opened in the defense and class B scored again.

The audience was impressed by the calm with which the class A players removed their shorts. The girls were jumping with excitment at the sight of these three handsome young guys in only their boxers, shoes and socks. The camera was filming them from every angles, even zooming on the visible bulges in their underwears. All the class B students in the stands were chanting in celebration, they could already feel the victory approaching. The class A boys were more and more nervous. Yet, the three class A players remained imperturbable and focused on the game.

On the next phase of the game, the class B team was very confident. They clearly had a better technique, and they only needed one more point to win, whereas their opponents needed two. They were so sure of their superiority, that they made some bold and risky attacks. But the class A team played very safe and managed to defend every time. Then, class B lost the ball during an attack that was too risky, and class A seized the occasion and scored.

The crowed was jubilating. A score of 2-2 was the best case senario. Now the girls got to watch all six players in their boxers, and the boys were enjoying the dramatic tension at its peak.

"All right," one class B player said to the others, "let's stop playing around. No more risky moves whatsoever. We know that if we play safe, they will get tired before us and leave a weakness. We've done it before."

The game resumed. Both teams were now playing very defensive, but once again, class B's technique and endurance were undoubtedly better. Class A was enventually under severe pressure again. However, the class B players seemed to be more self conscious about beeing in their underwears in front of pretty much all of their schoolmates. In the corner of their eyes, they could see their exposed boddies projected in high resolution on the giant screen, and they could hear the girls cheer loudly every time. They tried their best to stay focused, but eventually, something unespected happened. Peter's penis began to grow in his boxers. He couldn't help but feeling aroused by his exposure in front of so many girls.

Several girls in the audience immediately noticed it and yelled "Hey! Peter is having a boner!". The horrified Peter felt everyone's attention turn toward him. The cammera was now fully focused on him, and his dick continued to grow until it reached its full size. The tip of it was even dangerously close to go beyond the waistband of his gray boxers. He knew he had to remain focused on the game, but he couldn't help occasionally gazing at his own boxers to check that his dick wasn't too exposed.

The class A players of course noticed the situation. They directed their attacks to the area Peter was defending. After a few minutes, a player from class A yelled "Nice dick Peter" at a crucial momment, which made the boy freeze for maybe a tenth of a second. That was all his opponents needed. Class A took the opportunity and managed to score the last goal of the game.

The crowd errupted in cheers and apllause. Class A had just won the stripping war! Every class A student were standing, jumping with joy and hugging each other. A few seconds ago, the guys were terrified, they were so close to defeat, but now their champions had won. The class B boys were livid, slowly realising the mortifying implications. Most of them left immediatly, before having to face the teasings of their rivals and victors.

The three players from class B were not allowed to leave though, the rules of the game they had agreed to play were clear. They were now supposed to remove their boxers and be photographed naked with their hands on their backs. They could not believe it was happening. They were so confident in their football skills that they never once doubted they would prevail. They were just standing stupidely, watching their opponents get dressed. Mary waited a minute for the noise of celebrations in the crowd to fade down a little, then she talked in her microphone: "OK guys, time to honor your words. Take these boxers off and get ready for the photo".

The entire audience started chanting "boxers off! boxers off!...". It was too much for Peter. He panicked and beggan to run toward the door of the gym, trying to make an escape. As he took everyone by surprise, he almost succeded, but was caught just before reaching the door by a large group of girls. The girls seized every part of his boddy, his boxer were grabbed by at least six different hands that were pulling it in every direction. In seconds, the boxers were entirely torn appart, and his raging boner was exposed to the crowd and to the camera that was filming and recording him, and projecting his image to the giant screen in real time.

Peter was then dragged back through the crowd to the center of the gym. Each girl he passed accross took the opportunity to touch his boddy with her hands. He felt his penis throbbing more and more. He tried all he could to resist. He could not cum now, in front of everyboddy! That would be beyong humiliating! Not even the other victimes of the stripping war had been seen cumming in public. In the giant screen, the whole audience saw him beat his lips, and close his eyes in an effort to contain himself. But right as the girls put him on the ground in the middle of the gym, on of them poked his dick one last time while removing her hands, and that was it. His whole boddy shook as he contracted all of his muscles in a last attempt to restrain himself, then he moaned and ejaculated for at least three whole seconds. The whole room cheered louder than ever before.

"You'd better strip now" Arthur told the two other class B players. "You saw what would happen if you tried to escape". Obediently, the two lads removed their boxers.

The three boys were made to stay naked for way longer than what the photo requiered, but they did not dare to object. After a while, they finally got dressed again. As a punishment for attempting to escape, Peter was not given back his shirt, and the ellastic of his sport shorts was removed. His boxers were already destroyed, so he had to leave wearing only his way too large shorts that he had to hold with his hands to prevent them from falling down. He knew his way home was going to feel very long!




The next day, at the school cafetariat, Sophia and Lily, two girls from class A were chatting with Maya and Poppy, two girls from class E. They were of course talking about all the boys they had seen naked the day before and since the begining of the stripping war. They were debatting about which ones were the cuttests, while comparing pictures to give weight to their arguments.

"You know," Poppy said, "I may be a little bit too spoiled. I've seen so many handsome boys naked, and I still find a way to complain. But I kind of wish we could have also seen the players from class A naked. I mean, they were pretty handsome too. And so confident! They barely seemed embarassed to be in their boxers in front of all of high school."
Sophia and Lilly looked at each other smilling. "We will let you in on a little secret. Do you know why they were so confident?"
"Please tell!"
"The day before the game, they gathered all the girls in class A. They said they knew that the three class B players were way better than them at football. But they also realised it was not just about football. They knew that when their opponents would have to strip, they would be embarrassed and lose their focus. But they needed to not be embarrassed themselfs. So they asked us for a favor."
"Which favor?" Maya and Poppy were dying to know.
"Their only way to not be embarrassed was to get used to beeing exposed while playing. So they asked us all to watch while they played a game against three other boys from class A, while in their boxers."
"You got to watch them in their boxers for a whole game!"
"Well not quite… We objected that during the official match, there would be a more numerous audience, and more at stake. So the only way to really be prepared was to take it one step further."
"Don't tell me?!"
"Yes! The three of them did not want to do it at first, but the other boys thought it was a good idea. And they all wanted to win the stripping war very bad. So the three of them played a whole game in front of all the girls in class A, completely naked! Let me tell you, after that, being exposed in their underwears was nothing to them!"

Maya and Poppy were speachless. They were so envious of their two friends. "Do you have any photos?" They asked.
"Well," Sophia answered, "They made us promise not to take any". Maya and Poppy were visibly very desapointed. Sophia continued, "They forgot to mention videos though! Let me tell you every girls pretended to have a text to send at some point to capture her own little video. We will wait a few days to share it of course, we still want our class to win, and we can't risk class B to put their hands on it before the official end of the war. And you cannot let them know we took these videos. But yeah, we will definitely share them with you! Spoiler alert: two of them got a boner during the match. Oh, and one of them shaves his dick, can you guess which one?"

The girls continued to chat for a while. They went on to say they couldn't wait for the next day, to watch all of the boys in class B do their forfeit, and they debatted extensively about which lads they were looking forward to seeing naked the most. There was one thing they all agreed on: it was a wonderful year to be a girl in this high school!

[Bronzeorifice]

Great story. Just one question. Do the teachers have knowledge of any this. Have they seen any of the stripped naked boys and are just being blissfully ignorant of it all?

[Shyguys]

Hi! That's a good question. At the beginning, the teachers suspected nothing, and the rules of the stripping game forbid anyone from letting them know. By now, some of them are getting suspicious that there is something going on. They noticed a unusually large gathering of students a few streets away from the school, the day Alex and Bobby were stripped on that street. The bus driver must have told them he thought he briefly saw a naked boy get out of the bus the day before. On top of that, rummors of two lads beeing paraded naked in the bar street start to spread. Teachers also sometimes overhear some snatches of conversation from students.
So they are starting to be aware that something is going on involving naked boys in or around the school, but they do not know any specifics and they have no idea how to adress it.

[Summers]

This story really grew on me.

I love the concept and plot, but for me, and it's a personal preference and nothing more, the characters were a bit old, i think they all around 15/16? or maybe they are younger and i am a dummy lol.

But why i like it a lot, is that it's a concept that can be expanded and used in different settings. It can go into a EMF story, it can have girls getting stripped as well. So i really appreciate seeing stories, that are expansive and an author can do so many different things with it.

I am also always jealous (in a good way) of authors/writers, that can tell these kind of stories, in a satisfying way, in shorter chapters and shorter stories, and they do it without losing anything. they're able to condense it all and keep the impact and details.

I tend to overexplain and get side tracked, and write multiple chapters of something that someone else could do in 1 chapter, and get the same result.

So yeah, great job, i really enjoyed it.

[Shyguys]

Thank you very much for your comment.

I left an ambiguity about the ages of the characters so every reader is free to imagine what they want. (Personally, I imagine them to be even older, but again, it is up to everyone's interpretation).

The story is not quite finished yet, there will be a final chapter about the forfeit, probably in a few days. Without any spoilers, I will specify at the end that all of this was only the "first" stripping war. In the following years, other classes or groups of friends also developped rivalities and the story of the first stripping war inspired them to engage in some stripping wars of their own.

As you said, the concept can be expended in different settings. I am out of ideas for now, but with that open ending, I will leave open the possibility of writting a sequel someday. In the meantime, if anyone is feeling inspirered, and wants to write their own sequel, or a different story but with the same settings, then by all means, feel free to do it. I would look forward to reading it. ENF is not really my thing, but any writter who would want to write a version of this story with some ENF is also welcome to do so.

[Shyguys]

Chapter 8: The forfeit


During the last Friday before the summer, a lot of class B boys skipped school. Between every courses, those who were there had to face the constant teasing of their class A rivals. The two classes had spent a lot of time in the past weeks exchanging insults and taunts in their online conversation. But now the balance of power had completely shifted in favor of class A. The class A boys had a lot of fun reading out loud the old messages their enemies had sent them.
"Oh, I see two days ago you wrote on the conversation 'all class A guys are fucking losers, I can't wait for all of you to learn humility when you're naked in front of all girls in school!' That message did not age so well, don't you think?"
"Oh wow, you sure posted a lot of messages calling us 'small dicks'. I will definitly check the size of yours tomorrow, I hope it's above average or that would be very ironic and embarrassing for you! But then again, it's going to be embarrassing either way, right?"

The class B lads could only endure the mockeries. They had no valid come backs anymore in their situation. On top of that, several people from every class, not just class A, made it very clear to them that anyone who would not show up for the forfeit the next day would regret it for the years to come.

The next day, pretty much every students of the high school gathered at the public park a little before 10 am. It was more than a thoursand teenagers, but the park was very large, and otherwise mostly deserted. There were a few other groups of young people doing sports, unsuspecting of what was about to happen. Only the class B girls had chosen not to come. It was a hard decision, but they did not want to ruin their friendships with their male classmates. They were absolutely going to obtain every photos afterward though.

The vanquished boys arrived all in one group, exactly on time. All 25 of them were there. They did not dare to arrive late, but they certainly did not want to be too early either. Their faces were grim, they all wished they would be anywhere but here. Everyone clapped when they arrived.

Lilly, the girl from class A, had been designated to explain the rules.
" Welcome, class B boys! Looking good today! I bet you will look even better in a few minutes. As you know, your forfeit is to strip naked and run three times around the park, with your hands on your heads". The crowd cheered and the class B boys were looking down dreading what was about to happen. But Lilly was not done talking: "However, these rules are very vague. Let me explain the specifics."
"Hey, you can't change the rules now!" one boy protested, "we did not agree to this".
"Relax," Lilly answered, "it's not a change, it's just filling in the blanks. The original rule did not specify what would happen exactly if you removed your hands from your heads before the end of the three laps. I will just clarify that. See, we will be watching over your clothes while you run, and return them to you at the end. But every time you move your hands from your heads, you will receive a penality. If you have one penality, we will keep your shirt at the end. Two penalities, we also keep your trousers. Three penalities, you will leave this park wearing only your shoes."

The boys were shocked. "No, you can't do that!" one of them said, "It's saturday, the streets will be crowded with people shoping! We can't go home naked! Anything but that!".
"Well it's easy then," Lilly answered, "you just have to keep your hands in place and you will get all of your clothes back. That's what you were supposed to do anyway. See, it bearly changes anything for you, does it?"
The boys nodded. They promised themselfs to not move their hands, whatever happens.

"Ok, you can now take everything off exept your shoes!" Lilly said, barely containing the exitation in her voice. "When I say 'now', you will all put your hands on your heads and keep them there until the end. And when I say 'go', you can start running".

At first, the boys did not move. They were looking at each other, wondering what to do. A part of them was still hopping this moment would not come. Then, a few of them started to timidly remove their Tshirts, and the others followed their lead. The girls around them could not contain themselfs. They were jumping up and down and giggling. The guys in the crowd were laughing mockingly, those from class A in particular were jubillating and taunting their rivals: "Oh, are you afraid to expose your tiny peepees?", "Not so cocky now, are you?"....

Ignoring the taunts, the class B lads continued to slowly strip. Soon, they were all naked exept for their shoes. Most of them were still hiding their dicks with their hands, even though they knew they could not do that for long. The few of them that did not bother to hide soon realised they were becoming the center of the attention of the girls, so they started covering as well. They all seemed extremely unconfortable, slowly realising they were naked in a public park, in front of every student in high school. This was a living nightmare. Most of them were looking at the ground, some were looking at each other, to seek confort in the fact they were not alone in this, and some were nervously looking at the crowd, and all the phones filming them.

After a few moments, Lilly spoke again. "Wow, look at you, all naked! You must be so embarrassed! The way you all hold your willies is adorable, but now you will have to let it go. On my signal, 3... 2.... 1... NOW!"
Almost all the boys from class B reluctantly put their hands on their heads, exposing their dicks. The guys in the audiance were laughing their heads off. The girls were in heaven: so many cute boys completely exposed at the same time! They did not even know where to look. Many of them were taking wide-angle photos, promising themselfs they would take the time to zoom at each individual naked lad latter.

"Please, can we just start running" asked one of the naked boys, desperate to run away from all the girls watching him.
"Not yet", Lilly said, "I can't give the signal until everyone has their hands over their heads".
Indeed, four of the most modest boys were still shielding their dicks with their hands. They were huddled up on themselfs, looking around them in panick, unable to bring themselfs to expose the most secret part of their anatomy to so many people.
"Come on, let's get it over with. We are all exposed here, just do it and we can run away!" their classemates pratically begged. But the four boys stayed still.
"Well guys, this is your first penality," Lilly finally interviened, "you can say goodbye to your shirts. In ten seconds, if you have not moved your hands, you will have another penality, and definitively lose your trousers too."
That finally convinced the four boys. Very timidly, they removed their hands.

"Ok, you may begin to run on my signal, just after a quick countdown. 30 … 29 … 28 …."
"Oh come on!" many naked lads protested, but they did not dare to run before the signal, for fear of a penality. They stood there unconfortably, stamping with impatience, while the crowd had ample time to study their whole exposed boddies. Some of them were starting to have erections, which added a lot to their embarrassment.

Finally, the countdown arrived to zero, and Lilly gave the go. The boys immediately started running as fast as they could. Some people from the crowd ran alongside them, to check that they kept their hands on their heads at all times. The parc was very large, and running around it took five good minutes. For the moment, there were not many people, but they knew that in about half an hour, the park would already be way more populated, so they were in a hurry to finish the forfeit as soon as possible. They still run accross a few groups of young people who were doing sports. They were all amazed by what they saw. Some boys and girls started running with them. The naked lads wanted to cover really bad, but most of them resisted the tentation. Only three of them covered their dicks by reflex, which their schoolmates noticed, and that earned them a penality.

At the end of the first lap, they were back to the point were the rest of their schoolmates were waiting. They wanted to continue, but at that point, each naked guy was grabbed by two to three girls, forcing them to stop. Since they could not use their hands, they could not resist.

"What's that?" one naked guy asked, "Let us go! It was not in the rules"
"It's not in the rules, but it's not against the rules either" Lilly answered. "The rules just say you cannot move your hands until you finish the three laps, it does not say we cannot stop you between the laps. Besides, we only want to have a closer look at you for like ten minutes, then we let you go back to running."
The boy wanted to protest, but Lilly suddently grabbed his balls with her hand. He squeaked and froze in embarrassement and in fear that she might squeeze them. "You sure talk a lot for someone whose nuts are so exposed", Lilly said.

For the next ten minutes, each naked lad was thoroughly scutinized by a group of two to four female schoolmates, who were commenting between themselfs every aspects of their boddy, palpating their muscles while giggling, and taking an extensive number of photos. The girls were having the time of their lifes, and the boys were crimson red. Not being able to move their hands, they were completely vulnerable, this was even more humiliating that everything they had anticipated. Before long, everyone of them were having boners. The girls had planned everything, they all had rullers with them, and they started to measure the lenght of every dick in order to determine which ones had the biggest and the smallest. Some of the boys, especially those with the smallest dicks, decided that it would actually be less embarrassing to have a penality and lose one item of clothing than to have everyone know the precise size of their erect penis. They moved their arms and used it to make their way out of the group of girls holding them, and started running the second lap. The others were soon able to follow them, after every mesurement had been done and documented.

The second lap was even more humiliating: the clock was ticking and more and more people were arriving to the park. Some of them were shocked when they saw the 25 naked lads, but most of them were amused. At some point, the worst fear of the naked guys happened. They were in a part of the park where the path was narrow, between bushes, and they ran into a group from a jogging club, that was running in the opposite direction. The group consisted of thirty girls who were about their ages!

Because the path was so narrow, the two groups had to stop. The girls could not believe their eyes. They were staring wide-eyed at the naked boys in front of them. The boys panicked, those who had no penalities yet all decided to use their hands to cover their dicks. Leaving the park bare chested would be less embarrassing than remaining exposed in this situation; especially since most of them were still hard. They could not help being exposed in front of their schoolmates, but maybe they could at least preserve their modesty in front of these girls. On the other hands, those who already had a penality were facing a terrible dilema. They did not want to go home in their underwears, but the gaze of all these girls on them was hard to withstand. They crouched down to put their knees in front of their private parts, but it was still visible from a lot of angles.

The few clothed guys who were running alongside the class B involuntary nudists found the whole situation very funny. They explained the forfeit to the girls and carefully notted down every penalities. The girls took all their time to enjoy the view before clearing the way for the boys to continue running. They focused especially on the crouched lads, teasing them that they could still see their genitals, until the embarrassed lads resolved to lie completely face down, exposing their butts, but hidding their fronts for good. When the girls finally cleared the way and were about to leave, a boy from class A made a joy of discreetly telling them where the other schoolmates were waiting, and advising them to go wait there also. "You won't be disapointed", he said.

After the girls left, the naked boys who were lying down realised with horror that getting up from that position without using their arms at all was not easy. Only two of them managed to do it, the other had to take another penality. Loosing acces to their trousers for such a stupid reason was enraging. If they had just used their hands to cover, it would have been the same result, but less embarrassing, as their class A rivals made sure to point out.

When the naked lads finished their second laps, they were once again forcibly stopped by their schoolmates. They were mortified to realise that the girls from the jogging club were also there waiting for them. But they all had at least one penality already so they could not cover anymore. The girls were extatic: they were getting to see everyone fully exposed after all!

"Two laps already!" Lilly said cheerfully. "Only one more to go and you get your clothes back. Or will you? Given the current state of the penalities, it looks like we will be keeping all the shirts and a few trousers! But it would be so much fun if some of you were to leave the park fully naked, would it not?".
Almost all of the naked lads protested, but she continued:
"Here is what we will do. We will give ourselfs five minutes to tickle all of you to try and make you move your hands. After five minutes, we will let you run your final lap."

For the next five minutes, the girls had a lot of fun tickling the defenseless naked guys. They quickly identify which ones were the most ticklish and focused on them. The comical sight of the boys squirming and struggling against the reflex to move their hands was captured by a fair number of phones, both by students of the high school and by girls of the jogging club. But the boys were determined to have at least some clothes on when they would leave the park. A few of them cracked, but none of those who already had two penalities. A little bit disapointed, the girls finally let them move on to their final lap.

The audience for this third lap was even larger. The bystanders who had already seen the naked lads run by one or two times were now expecting them: they were positionned at strategic locations, and had their phones ready to film or take photos. And even more new people were surprised and amused to see them. When they arrived to the narrow path around the middle of the lap, they had another surprise. This time, they came face to face not with the jogging club, but with every class A boys waiting for them.

Each class A guy caught one of his naked rival and forced him to stop.
"What do you want from us?" on of the class B students asked.
"Well, this whole war is mostly a matter between class A and class B, so it seemed fitting that we would have a moment just between us, to enjoy having you at our mercy!"
The class A students had fun for several minutes, taking triumphant selfies with their enemies exposed, humiliated and fulminating. They took care to draw fresh indelible marker marks over those on the boddies of Alex and Bobby that were beginning to fade. Then, there was a discrete signal, and every class A boys simultaneously went to the closest class B boy and kicked him violently in the balls.

As they were taken by surprise, many of the naked guys put their hands on their hurting balls without thinking, thus earning a penality which was of course notified to Lilly by text. Two of them realised with horror that it was their third penality, meaning they would not get any of their clothes back. The class A boy then let most of their rivals go. But their kept some of them a little longer.

The poor guys who were not allowed to go yet were the four boys (including Josh) who had stripped Max, the three (including Alex) who had stripped Charle in the bus, and the six who had kidnapped Martin and David (among those last six, one had also stripped Max and one other had stripped Charle, so in total, it was eleven lads).
Max, Charle, Martin and David had a special revenge ready for these ones. Just before letting them go, they each took out a jar of chilli paste, looked at each of their eleven former tormentors with a renvengeful smile and applyied some of the chilli paste on their balls.

When the eleven boys went back to running, they felts their testicles burn. In less than a minute, all of them had given up and placed their hands on their balls to try to wipe away the exess of chilli paste.

At last, the final lap was over. The first thing the naked boys did was to put back whatever clothes their schoolmates were willing to give them back. On the 25 class B boys, only 5 got their boxers and trousers back. Bobby was among them. They were still bare chested, but they were feeling relieved. For them, the forfeit was pretty much over. Lilly gave them a plastic bag containing all of the keys, phones and wallets of their less fortunate classmates who had no pockets to carry them. Another 7 of them were standing in only their boxers, among them Peter, the two other football players, and Colin. Those were still feeling anxious about going home in that state. They were still shielding with their hands the bulge in their boxers that was very visible since most of them still had erections. But the most miserable were the 13 who were still completely naked, exept for their shoes and socks, including the eleven lads whose balls were still burning a little. They were looking nervously around them at the increasingly numerous newcomers who were staring at them.

"Please," begged the naked Josh, while desperately hiding his small erect dick, "give us something to wear, anything! We cannot go home like this!"
"Well you have a lot of other options," Lilly said calmly, "the most clothed can go fetch extra clothes for the naked ones to wear, or you can chose to call some friends or your female classmates to help you".
"But either way, we would have to wait naked for at least an hour! All the streets around the park are shopping streets, they must be crowded by now, and the park will soon be crowded as well".
"Well that sucks for you!" the class A boys laughted, "I guess you should have thought of that when you moved your hands. Or better yet, when you started the stripping war!".

The class B boys soon realised they would not be getting any more clothes back. They decided not to stay in the park, within reach of the teasing of their rivals. Their schoolmates laughted one last when they watched them rush out of the park, followed by a good number of unknwown amused boys and girls.



This marked the end of the legendary stripping war. Or to be more precise, the FIRST stripping war. The story was passed from years to years to generations of high school students, along with the photos and videos. In the next years, like in every high school, some new rivalries emerged between classes or different groups of friends. But now, everyone had in mind the story of the stripping war. And they all realised it was a great way to settle the strongest enmities once and for all, even better than the traditional brawl. If one group lost a brawl, they could alway win another one latter, but if they lost a stripping war, they would be too humiliated to ever get cocky in public again. That way, there would be clear uncontested winners, and clear humbled losers.
So in the next years, many other stripping wars emerged. It even got to the point where rarely a week was passing by without at least one poor lad beeing found naked in the school corridors. The teachers were overwhelmed by the situation, they never seemed to be able to find the culprits, and the victims never dared to turn them in. With time, they almost came to accept the situation, as one of the school's traditions.

Many of these stripping wars are worth narrating, but perhaps it will be for another time.

[lugro]

Great story! And the ending was even worse than I could imagine haha

Not gonna lie, I was rooting for Class B to win, but didn't say anything so Id be surprised hahaha