Thursday, December 25, 2014

Merry Christmas! (with a pic and a fic.)


Happy Holidays to all of you who stick with me even though I hardly ever have time to update this blog!
I'd like to give you all a couple of little Christmas gifts.
These come to you from me by way of SoupGoblin and RedBones!

Firstly, if you are unaware of this fact, SoupGoblin has published a story on Amazon called "The Jockstrap Banidt".
It is amazing!
Go get yourself a copy today and support him and his future endeavors at erotica publishing!

If you cant tell, I became an instant fan of the Jockstrap Bandit.
So I took it upon myself to commission on of my favorite artists (RedBones *kiss kiss*) to draw a scene from the story!
That's a lovely bit of rump there!

Now I don't expect you to go and buy a copy of the Jockstrap bandit just because I say so.
No...I expect you to because I have something else for you all that will prove just how awesomely SoupGoblin writes his smut!
That's right! I commissioned a story from him and I want you all to read it!
So here you go!
A lovely bit of Marvel naughtiness set in the continuity of the "Ultimate Spider-Man" cartoon!
I hope you all enjoy.
And once more....Merry Christmas!

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“SPIDER-MAN IS A MENACE!!!”

“Oh put a sock in it J. Jonah,” Peter Parker muttered as he swung through the city in his costumed identity as Spider-Man. The webhead was on his way up from the last class of highschool to the helicarrier for his daily training. Since becoming a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent his new bosses had really ridden him hard, working to shape him into the best hero he could be. He didn’t mind too much, but made sure to still put the time in for his regular superhero duties, too.

”Help! Help! That thief stole my purse!”

Case in point.

Spider-Man swung down to see a mugger rushing off, purse in hand, while an older woman with a child in tow pointed frantically after him. “Don’t worry ma’am, I’ll get it back for you!” he called out to her, and took off after him, shooting webs one after the other to keep himself swinging at street level. In a flash he’d caught up to the running man and stuck his legs together with a burst of web fluid, making him fall flat on his face and release the stolen goods.

“Gah?! Spider-Man?” he gasped out as he turned his head.

“The one and only!” Peter confirmed. He then tied the man up further with another round of webbing, finishing off with a spurt on the mouth to gag him. “Now, I should really haul you off to the cops, but since I’m running late I think I’ll just leave a note on you for them instead . . . “

“Oh! Young man! Thank you so much!” cried the old lady as she hobbled up on her cane, smiling in gratitude. The small boy with her was dancing around. “That was cool!”

“Hey, no problem for your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!” he told them, drinking in the uncommon praise. “Here, let me get this for you . . . “ He put out a hand to stop her from bending over to pick up her fallen purse, and reached down to retrieve it himself.

And that’s when it happened.

RIIIIP!

“Huh?” he said in shock. As he’d bent fully over, the spandex material of his suit had stretched out taut across his rear--and then given way under the strain. He quickly straightened up, feeling a draft at his behind. “Oops!”

“Grandma! Look! It’s Spider-Man’s BUTT!” the little kid laughed.

“Oh my!” Her hand fluttered to her chest. Then she covered her young charge’s eyes. “Don’t look, Jimmy!”

But the kid was giggling madly at the sight. A few passersbys did too, chuckling at the sight of the famous urban hero walking about with his rear literally popping out of his tight costume. Even the mugger was laughing behind his web-gag.

“Um, well here’s your purse ma’am now if you’ll excuse me I better be going!” he said quickly, fumbling over her valuables and then shooting a line into the sky to swing up on. He ascended to much laughter, his buns mooning the gathering crowd. He groaned as he changed course and headed back home for a change of clothes. How come there was never a big group of people around to witness his heroics, but there was always one when something embarrassing happened to him?


* * * * *


“And what a perfect time to be going commando!” he groaned. On top of everything else, it’d been laundry day.

He sat on his bed and examined the tear in the suit, sticking a finger through the hole and wiggling it around. “Now what am I gonna do?” It wasn’t like he could ask Aunt May to repair a tear in his superhero costume. He sighed. He’d just have to fix it himself later. Until then, he’d wear one of his spare costumes up to the training session on the Helicarrier.

“Let’s just hope the rest of my day improves . . . “


* * * * *


“Where have you been?” Nova asked obnoxiously when he finally showed up to the training room.

“Sorry, sorry! I got . . . held up with some stuff,” Peter said self-consciously.

“Well it’s about time, man,” Powerman said, though not in an unfriendly manner. Behind him, Iron Fist also nodded with a half-smile. “Fashionably late is perhaps the most punctual time of all.”

“Um . . . sure.”

“Pff! Whatever!” Nova scoffed, zipping up into the air. “Let’s just get started already. I don’t see why we had to wait for him anyway!”

“Maybe because of a little thing called ’I’m team leader’?” Spider-Man pointed out.

On the monitor before them, the face of Agent Coulson suddenly appeared. Not only their principal at school, he was also their training coordinator on the carrier. “Hello team,” he said perfunctorily. “Spider-Man, you’re fifteen minutes late. Anything wrong?”

“No, I, uh, just had to make an unexpected stop at home.”

“Alright.” Coulson appeared to accept that explanation at face value. “Is everyone ready to start today’s session?”

Before Spider-Man could answer, Nova flew in front of him. “Yeah dude, let’s get this show on the road!”

“Very well. We’ll start with an evasion exercise. Dodge these drones for as long as you can.”

From all around the group holes in the floor suddenly opened up through which various robots rose, aiming weapons at them. They were armed with mild concussive energy blasters--non-lethal, but still hurt like heck if you got hit by one, as all in the group knew by now. Powerman immediately dove to the floor, while Iron Fist performed an elaborate martial arts kata to keep clear of the whizzing bolts. For Spider-Man and Nova, their options were more open. Both went upward in their own fashion--Spider-man on webs, Nova with his plasma-fueled jetstream.

“Hey Spider-turd! Bet I can last longer against these bots than you!” Nova called over to him, zipping every which way as he dodged the spraying lasers with ease.

Peter rolled his eyes at the insult, but nodded at the competition. “You’re on Bucket Head!” he called back as he released his web and landed against a wall, sticking to it and then springboarding off when a droid trained its sights on him. With his danger sense, this test should be a cinch. All he had to do was stay aware of his surroundings and react before any blast . . . hit . . . him . . . ?

RIIIIP!!

He gasped in shock as, for the second time that day, he felt the seat of his suit tear. “What??” The strain of twisting around while airborne had apparently been too much for the material. “Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me!” he yelled as his backside became exposed mid-leap.

Nova was the first to notice. “Dude! Everybody check out Spidey!”

Spider-man finished his flip as gracefully as he could, then quickly turned so only his frontside was showing to his teammates. “Whoopsie! Just a minor wardrobe malfunction,” he told them, certain he must be blushing right through his mask. “I’ll just go to my locker and change out--YAAAHH!”

A round of concussive force blasts hit him from behind--some hitting on his behind--hard enough to knock him off his feet and faceplant right on the floor, bare ass wobbling around in full view of his team. It took about two seconds for them to start laughing uproariously at it.

Peter groaned and wished he could sink into the helicarrier’s floor. Perfect, just perfect.


* * * * *


“At least White Tiger’s away on a mission, so she didn’t see,” he muttered, back home in the safety of his room. Although with teammates like his, they might already be spreading the video all over the internet. Peter sighed. To make matters worse, he didn’t keep a change of clothes on the helicarrier so he’d had to swing back home feeling a draft the whole way. He just hoped no one had happened to look up that afternoon and seen his Spidey-buns peeping out.

Now he stood in his room, naked, looking at the latest ruined costume on his bed. “But I don’t get it. Two busted seams in one day? Seems a little bit too coincidental.”

On a hunch, he went to the secret stash of costumes hidden in the back of his closet and took out another spare suit. He slipped it on and fastened it up. Just as it was at his waist though and he was pulling it up his back--RIIIP!

“What? No way!” he fumed, turning towards the mirror and seeing that a seam in that costume had ripped too--the same as in all the others--splitting right down the center of his butt. In the reflection his smooth, perky buns mooned cheekily back at him, as though they were mocking his futile attempts to keep them covered.

He took the costume off and examined the damage more carefully. There was something off about the tears. Like they were ripped just a little bit too perfectly. Further investigation confirmed what he already suspected--the seams had been weakened somehow before he’d even put them on. “Why, this isn’t just your everyday wardrobe malfunction. This is . . . sabotage!”

He quickly dashed back to his closet. “This one too?!” he gasped as the first one he checked had the same weakness. “And this one?! And even this one!?” Suit after suit went sailing over his head as he went through every costume he had. By the end, the results spoke for themselves. Every single Spider-Man costume he had was rigged so that the butt popped out. They appeared to have all been somehow shrunk as well so they’d be even tighter on him than normal.

“But who would do something like this?!” he asked. After a bit of mulling, his thoughts slowly turned to Nova. That guy had been the loudest to laugh on the helicarrier. He’d also goaded Spider-Man into stretching the suit to it’s fullest, and been the first to point out the rip when the embarrassment had happened.

“So, Nova thought it’d be funny to ruin all my suits, huh? Well, we’ll just see how he likes being humiliated!”


* * * * *


“AS IF HIS USUAL BRAND OF INDECENCY ISN’T ENOUGH, NOW HE’S EVEN EXPOSING HIMSELF TO INNOCENT CHILDREN AND GRANDMOTHERS!” J. Jonah Jameson bellowed from his gigantic screen the next day while footage of Spider-Man’s first wardrobe malfunction, thankfully blurring out the sensitive bits, played behind the blowhard.

“Hey, I did not! And anyway, that was an accident!” he defended himself while giving a groan. “So typical that someone in that crowd had a camera . . . ”

Later, as he walked down the halls of the carrier to the team meeting, Nova flew up to him. “Hey web-head, check out the highest trending vid on youtube today!” he’d said with a smirk, holding out his phone. On it was the same footage Jameson had been using--except uncensored.

Peter pursed his lips at the sight of his bare-naked ass on the screen. “Thanks Nova, I’ve seen it.”

“Heheh, well why not watch it again? I’ve already shared it on my facebook, twitter, and myspace so everyone can enjoy it. Though nothing could beat seeing the real thing in action!” Nova laughed, flying around to behind Peter and giving his butt a slap. “How’s your costume doing today? Not gonna split open again, is it? Because if it is, let me know so I can get my camera ready first!”

Peter’s gaze narrowed. He’d spent the better part of the morning repairing the seam in his tights. And that was after spending the entire night working on his new web fluid formula. Sure, it meant he was sleep-deprived, but that only made him more dangerous.

“Sure Nova. You can get ready right now. But it’s not gonna be me who’s gonna be showing off for the camera . . . ”

“Wha--” Nova heard the sinister tone in Spider-Man’s voice, but didn’t react quickly enough to prevent the webbing from hitting him square in the chest. “Gah! Dude! What gives!”

“You’ll see. Just say cheese,” Spider-Man said with a smile, pulling out his own camera which he kept on hand for his photography job at the Daily Bugle.

“Huh?” Nova looked down at himself just in time to realize it wasn’t Spider-man’s normal webbing which had struck him. It was some sort of gray, goopy matter . . . a sort of goo which looked oddly familiar. As he watched, it spread across his upper body and he felt a tingling sensation.Then--a draft! Where the had been and moved on, there was now only bare skin showing!

“What the hell is this?!!” he yelled as he frantically tried to keep it from eating away at his clothes.

“It’s simple, really. You remember our friend Andy the Awesome Android, don’t you?” Spider-Man asked with a chuckle. A synthetic organism, Andy had been composed of material which absorbed any inorganic matter it came across. It’s effect on clothing had been shown rather dramatically when it swallowed up agent Coulson right in front of the whole student body, only to excrete the principal moments later in the nude. Later on in its rampage it also did the same thing to the bull-headed Juggernaut, popping the musclebound villain out of itself utterly naked and horrified (much to the team’s amusement at the time)

“What the--You made him into web fluid!?” Nova screeched, covering his crotch as the goo worked it’s way down. Most of his chest and arms were exposed.

“Yep! And it was easier than you’d think! Just had to get the formula just right, build in a limiter so it doesn’t go out of control like last time, and then adjust the viscosity. Took an all-nighter, but I had good motivation after what you did.”

“What I did? Dude, I didn’t do nothing! Get this stuff off me!”

But Spider-Man just leaned back against the wall and grinned as the awesome android formula continued it’s humiliating work. First Nova’s torso was exposed, then it worked itself down his arms, his thighs, gloves, boots . . . when it was finally done he was left just wearing his helmet. Everything else he had--besides what he protectively cupped beneath his hands--was completely exposed to the various S.H.I.E.L.D. personnel walking the corridor. He understandably became the center of attention very quickly.

All in all the process from costumed to stripped lasted barely five seconds.

“I’m gonna get you for this Spider-Man!!” Nova cried as he flew off as fast as he could, while Peter just laughed.

“Oh man, that was the best!”


* * * * *


“Man, did we just see what we think we saw?” Luke Cage walked up to him later. “Nova flying around the Helicarrier in the buff? And crying about how it was all your fault?”

Spider-Man smirked and folded his arms behind his head. “I might’ve had something to do with it.”

“Man, you better watch out then. Sam’s got a vindictive streak a mile wide.”

Iron Fist nodded. “He is not one to avoid taking petty revenge,” he concurred.

“Revenge, huh? Well, I’m not afraid of him,” Peter said staunchly. “Let him come at me. I’ll take him on any time, any pla--YEOW!”

He was interrupted from his bragging by the sudden sensation of his balls being hoisted up quite painfully. A re-dressed Nova had flown up behind Spider-Man at top speed, darted his hands into the seat of his tights, and hauled out the waistband of his underwear in a killer wedgie.

“Hah! Nice tighty-whities, spidey-lamer!” Nova mocked.

“Aaahh! It’s laundry day!”

Due to the speed that Nova was flying, Spider-Man was dragged behind him and they soon left Iron Fist and Powerman far behind as they hurtled down the helicarrier’s corridors one after the other, the unfortunate hero riding the surge of cotton yanked up his ass. He squirmed and tried to shake himself loose, Nova just had too much momentum for him to succeed. “Yeargh! Where are you taking me!?”

“Hahah! You’ll see!”

Spider-Man saw indeed. Nova carried him by his briefs right out one of the upper decks, and then over to one of the control towers used to direct the helicarrier’s many aircraft. Smirking, the cocky flying hero hung Spider-Man from an antenna by his waistband.

“Hey!”

“Have fun hanging around up here, Spider-Man!” Nova taunted, giving him a slap on his butt to make him swing back and forth, then zooming off before Peter could get a bead on him with his stripping webs.

“Ugh! Great, now what?” he asked as he hung suspended. His own weight was digging his underwear into his ass crack, and he was on the tallest edifice around so there wasn’t anything to shoot a web at and haul himself up that way. He felt uncomfortably like the geek he’d been before getting a radioactive spider bite, back when he’d get wedgied by Flash Thompson every day. Speaking of Flash, though . . . he’d make the perfect recipient for a round of ‘stripping webs’ himself. Peter could just imagine the look on the dumb jock’s face if he suddenly being naked in front of all his peers. Maybe during the next pep rally, or at the homecoming parade?

“Heh heh heh, yeah . . . that’d be perfect!” Spider-Man snickered, just before his briefs tore under the strain and he fell to the Helicarrier deck bare-ass. “Waahhh!”


* * * * *


“Heheh, I’m telling you man, it was perfect!” Nova bragged.

“Yeah . . . so you’ve told us seven times now,” Powerman answered surlily.

“I counted eight,” said Ironfist.

“Yeah but--he was just hanging there! By his underwear! It was hysterical!”

“Okay, granted. But don’t you think you guys are acting a little--immature? Ruining each other’s costumes, giving wedgies? That’s like kid stuff.”

“Whatever, man. He started it!”

“Well, I could contest that, but regardless of who started it, I plan on finishing it,” a familiar voice suddenly said from behind them in the metal corridor. They turned to see Spider-Man standing there with a fully loaded web-shooter.

“Oh, crap. Quick, scatter!” Powerman yelled. He dove with Iron Fist to the floor while the hero pointed at Nova.

“Get ready to be naked!” Spider-Man smirked, and released the strand.

But this time Nova was ready. He dodged to the side just in time, and instead the web formula ate through part of a doorway. “Hah! Nice shot, web-for-brains!”

Spider-Man’s eyes narrowed. “Oh yeah?!” He shot again. This time Nova flew high, and the webbing hit a nearby S.H.I.E.L.D. agent. “Oops! Uh, sorry about that,” he said awkwardly as the man’s clothes started to melt off him.

“Hahah! You need to work on your aim, Spidey! You couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn!” Nova taunted.

“We’ll see about that!” Spider-Man released another round of webbing. Nova flew all over the corridor, swerving wildly to avoid being hit--and he somehow managed. No one else else in the crowded corridor was so lucky though. Agents everywhere gasped as their armor and suits quickly disappeared from their bodies, the Awesome Android formula eating right through them and leaving them as bare as newborns.

“Oh man! You’re gonna get in so much trouble for this!” Nova chortled.

“Nuh uh! This is your fault!” Spider-Man retorted.

“No way, dude!”

Nova flew down the corridor, with Spider-Man swinging right behind him. “Get back here!”

They left a scene of chaos in their wake. Powerman and Iron Fist rose up from their huddled positions to find themselves surrounded on all sides by naked, confused men.

“Uhhh, nice weather we’re having, isn’t it?”


* * * * *


Thwip! Thwip!

Web after web shot out from Spider-Man’s wrists, but Nova continued to relentlessly dodge them. Peter just couldn’t get a strand on him no matter how he tried. The same couldn’t be said though for the many engineers, maintenance workers, soldiers, and other operatives they passed by. Spider-Man started to get uncomfortably aware that there must be dozens of naked fellas from all walks of life now littering the halls behind them. Slim men, older men, smooth men, hairy men, young men, buff men, hung men--all had been stripped equally under his formula and were equally scrambling for cover--literally!

Whoops.

But there was still the one guy he really wanted to strip. It’d started out as just some innocent pranking fun, but after Nova had given him a hanging wedgie it really meant war. Spider-Man wasn’t going to stop until Nova was dangling from a web in front of the entire hangar deck, stripped bare for all to see.

“Hey Spidey! Bet you couldn’t hit me even if I stood still!” Nova goaded, hovering in the middle of the corridor and bending over to present his rear.

“Yeah? You’re on!” Spider-Man took the bait, and unloaded a full round of webbing at his teammate--who rolled forward--narrowly dodging the web . . . which soared past him and instead hit . . .

“Spider-Man! Nova! What’s the meaning of this!”

Director Nick Fury stood in the center of the corridor, glaring at them with his one good eye, and flanked by a retinue of agents. The Awesome Android webs had splattered all over him.

“Ummm . . . “

“Uh oh.”

“I’ve been hearing all kinds of wild reports from C&C. Something about a serious loss of equipment and uniforms down here, with you two running amok. Now I’m asking you both--are you the ones responsible?”

“Uhhh . . . “

“Responsible is such a strong word . . . “

He looked between them shrewdly. “I’ll give you both until the count of five to give me a straight answer. One, two . . . “

By this point the rest of the men had caught on to what was happening. They backed away from Nick,  watching as his trenchcoat was eaten away before their eyes. Then his armored undervest, his many guns and gadgets, his pants and boots, until finally . . .  he was wearing nothing at all.

“ . . . five!” Nick finished sternly. “Now are you ready to talk!”

“Um, director . . . “

“Not now Coulson!” Then Nick glanced behind himself, suddenly feeling a draft. “What the--”

“Uhh, does that count as a straight answer?” Nova asked, pointing down at the man’s naked, muscled and strapping body.

Nick Fury stood completely exposed in front of all his men without so much as a clipboard to hide behind. He looked surprised, and then he turned the full force of his glare on the two miscreant heroes. For a moment Spider-Man and Nova quailed, certain he was going to twist them both into pretzels right then and there, then stuff them into a place so hidden that nobody would find their bodies for a century. But then the S.H.I.E.L.D. leader, grizzled secret agent, coordinator of a thousand dangerous and covert missions, the man who even superhumans rightly feared, did something nobody expected.

. . . He blushed.

“Coulson! Take charge here!” he barked out. Then, retaining as much dignity as possible, marched to an open elevator, stepped within, arms at his side, and pressed the ‘close’ button. The elevator doors shut on a choice view of his taut, muscular black buttocks.

His second-in-command stifled a chuckle behind a cough. “Uh! Uhuh! Well, it seems that the director is temporarily out of commission. In any case, we’ll have to take Spider-Man and Nova into temporary custody, just as a precaution to prevent further mishaps--”

“Hey, Coulson!”

“Yes, Spider-Man?”

Thwip!


* * * * *


“Hahah! Oh man, I can’t believe you did that!”

“Well I figure, once you denude Nick Fury himself, you can’t really get in any more trouble than you already are,” Spider-Man explained as the two of them made their escape down a hatch. Behind them, Agent Coulson and the rest of the platoon were stumbling around and shielding their crotches, trying to raise the command center on the ship’s comms to send them down some extra uniforms. There were so many blushing man-butts on display, this would surely be a day that’d live in infamy for the helicarrier’s entire crew.

But there was still his #1 victim to get. Just because he and Nova had been momentary allies didn’t mean Spider-Man had forgotten his promise to strip his conceited teammate bare.

“Gotcha!” he suddenly turned, aiming his web-shooters in Nova’s direction. But the flying hero had anticipated the move and he tackled Spider-Man before he could get off a shot. “Ungh! Hey!”

“Like I’m gonna let you use that on me again?! I don’t think so!”

The two crashed off various walls as they wrestled in mid-flight, and by the time they disengaged Spider-Man was startled to find the web-shooter off his left wrist had been taken. “Huh!?” he gasped as he saw Nova fastening it on his own arm.

“Hah! Now let’s see how you like it!”

Spider-Man switched to his normal web-fluid and crafted a shield just in time to protect himself from the sudden blitz of goo webs that Nova shot at him, but to his horror saw that the Awesome Android formula was quickly eating through that, too. He threw the entire mess away, shield and all. Peter shivered, knowing that just one drop of the stuff would have been enough to expose his secret identity--along with the rest of him.

His danger sense tingled again, and he quickly flipped away from the next web spurt. Nova didn’t have the proficiency with the shooters that he did, but he still had to be careful. One shot was all it would take to end this. Whoever got hit first would be stripped, bared, and humiliated.

The two continued to fire intermittently at each other as they made their way through the helicarrier, leaving many gaping holes in the floors, ceilings, and walls as they went. Eventually they busted their way back into the training room. There’d been several close calls, but both had kept on their toes so far and managed to avoid becoming the latest nude youtube sensation.

“Can’t dodge forever!”

“Oh yeah? A lot longer than you can!” Spider-Man bragged. “It’s called a spidey-sense?”

“Yeah well, it’s also called ‘being nearly out of ammo’.”

“Huh?” Spider-Man glanced down at his web-shooter in shock and saw that Nova was right. He only had enough for one more round of webs.

“Same here.” Nova pointed at his own shooter. But then he cocked his head and smirked, putting a fist into his palm. “But I figure that means I just gotta deliver the next shot up close and personal, really make sure it counts.”

‘Y’know, that’s funny . . . “ Spider-Man smirked back. “That’s just what I was thinking.”

With that understanding reached, the two boys hunkered down, ready to pounce (or fly, in Nova’s case) And in three, two, one . . . they sprang! They met in mid-air, twisted, wrestled, grappled and angled for a shot--

“So here you guys are!”

“We have been looking all over for--aah!”

Spider-Man and Nova gaped. So caught up in their drive to strip each other, they’d both instinctively shot their final burst of webs at the opening doorway. Powerman and Iron Fist stood there fuming at the two of them, their costumes rapidly disappearing under their gaze.

Powerman glared at the two, then looked to his friend. “You thinking what I’m thinking?”

Iron Fist nodded. “They certainly deserve it after all the trouble they’ve been causing.”

They began to walk implacably towards the pair, the last of their clothing getting swallowed up as they did so until all that was left was their sunglasses and bandana, respectively. “Uhhhh, guys? . . . guys? What’re you doing?” Spider-Man asked nervously as their scowling, naked teammates walked up and gripped him and Nova by the arms.

“You’ll see,” Powerman said darkly.

What happened was the two teen heroes got draped over their teammate’s laps. Sam was pulled over Iron Fist’s bare, toned thighs while Peter was put across the bigger and more muscular Powerman’s knee. The two annoyed buck-naked heroes exchanged a look, and then raised their hands in unison. “This is going to hurt you . . . “

“ . . . a lot more than it is going to hurt us!”

SMACK! SLAP!

“Ouch! Hey, what gives!” Spider-Man yelled as Powerman’s palm clapped down on his tight, spandex-clad rear.

“Yeah, you can’t do this to us!” Nova cried as Iron Fist’s hand gave his perky buns a slap as well. “We’re teammates!”

“On the contrary. It is because we are teammates that we are doing this,” Iron Fist replied sagely.

“Yeah, so you don’t pull this crap ever again!” Luke Cake said as he got into a rhythm.

“Awww man!” the two teenaged heroes groaned as their squirming ass cheeks were heated by a well-deserved spanking. Blow after blow met their upturned rears as they kicked and wiggled.

“Yowwww! Okay okay we’ve learned our lesson! Ahhh!”

“Dudes! This seriously hurts!”

“Good!” Powerman thundered, landing another heavy smack on Spider-Man’s bottom.

“Owwww! Seriously, no more!”

“We’re sorry for--yoww!--stripping you guys butt-naked like that!”

“And for stripping Nick Fury too!”

“And Coulson!”

“And everyone else!”

“Oww, Luke, go easy on me, huh?” Spider-Man looked back at his teammate in supplication. But the expression he saw on Powerman’s face was hardly mercy, but a steely resolve.

“I think we’re ready to start this for real,” Powerman said.

“As do I,” agreed Iron Fist.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘for real’?” Spider-Man asked in a panic. His question was soon answered when he felt the back of his tights seized. “Oh man, no way!” Looking over at Nova, he got a near-perfect view of the guy’s blue tights getting hauled down and his perky tan bottom bounce into view as both were depantsed together.

“DUDE! So not cool!” Nova complained, wiggling his naked ass around over Iron Fist’s muscled legs. “YOW!” He yelped as another spank nailed home.

Spider-Man got a smack too. “Gaaahh!” He jerked over Powerman’s strong, black lap, certain there must be a handprint showing on his pale rear. “Hey, you can’t pull my tights down! I’m team leader!” he tried.

“Not right now you’re not. Right now you’re just two bratty punks in need of a beatdown!”

“Besides, it is only appropriate that you get stripped for your punishment, after stripping so many others this day,” Iron Fist noted.

Groaning from the embarrassment, their stinging butts bobbing up redder and redder under the ceaseless smacks, Spider-Man and Nova’s eyes met. “Dude, this sucks!”

“Oww! I know!”

But they were in it for the long haul whether they liked it or not, since their teammates were determined to discipline them properly. When they were finally stood up, both Spider-Man and Nova had bright red bottoms which they eagerly grabbed to rub some of the sting out.

“Ahh . . . “

“Geez . . . “ They both groaned.

Powerman looked at the two of them balefully. “Now you two stay here and, uh--“

“Contemplate your actions,” Iron Fist supplied.

“Right. Contemplate. While you do that, me and Danny are gonna go hit the showers. Then find something to put on,” Powerman said sourly. “We’ll also be confiscating these.” He took the two web-shooters, then turned on his heel and strutted his way back out of the training room and to the lockers. Iron Fist was at his side, their trim waists and muscled backs on display, as well as their own firm, round, muscled, and thoroughly unspanked asses. Spider-Man pretended not to look as the doors closed on the sight, and then he was left alone with Nova.

There was a moment of awkward silence as the two guys stood there massaging their sore rears. But there was only so much of that two young heroes, stripped below the waist, could do together without some attempt at conversation, right?

“Wow, so that was really . . . “

“Yeah! Tell me about it!”

Another moment passed. Well, that had gone well. Spider-Man cast about for something else to say that wouldn’t just increase the awkwardness.

It surprised him when Nova opened up instead. “It looked like Powerman spanked pretty hard.”

“Uhh--he did! I mean, not like super-strength hard, but yeah, I’ll definitely have trouble sitting for awhile . . . “ Pete admitted as he massaged his globes. “Iron Fist looked like he was spanking hard too,” he said, recalling the sight of Nova’s cheeks bouncing.

“Oh, man! That’s putting it lightly! Instead of ‘Iron Fist’ they oughta call him ‘Iron Palm’!” Nova said hotly. “I won’t be able to sit down for a week! Hey--do you think they’ve ever done that before?”

Spider-Man chuckled. “Spanked their teammates like red-headed stepchildren? Who knows. Right now though all I need is a cushion for my Spidey-cycle and an icebag. But I guess we did deserve it.”

“Yeah, I guess . . . It was so worth it though!”

“It was?”

“Yeah! You know, seeing all the guys bare-ass like that!”

Spider-Man raised an eyebrow at him.

“Not in like a gay way! But, y’know . . . now we know how we, uh, measure up and stuff.” Nova flushed. “Haven’t you ever wondered about stuff like that?”

Peter chuckled. “Not really . . . but I guess I can see where you’re coming from.” Lord know he probably wouldn’t be able to get the image of Luke and Danny’s schlongs out of his head for a while--especially Luke’s massive piece since he’d been accidentally squirming up against it during his whole spanking . . . he guessed it was true what they said about black guys. On that note, it was best not to even think about Nick Fury’s.

He blushed again, grateful he’d been left with his mask on, at least. He watched as Sam kept rubbing his buns, wondering how it would feel to give them a rub himself. “Heh, it’s funny though. The one guy I most wanted to get naked gave me the most trouble.”

Nova seemed to catch on to what he was getting at. “Yeah well . . . I wanted to see you naked too!”

A moment passed.

“ . . . you did?”

He blushed beneath his helmet. “Hey, I said I didn’t mean it like that . . . ”

“Hmmm, you sure?”

“O--of course! Why?”

“Because I can totally see your boner.”

“WHAT!??”

Spider-Man guffawed. “Hah! Gotcha! Wow, you really jumped! You must really be--Wait.” His eyebrows shot up. “You really do have a boner!!”

“I do not!” Nova quickly turned away from him. “Anyway, then what’s your excuse!”

“My ex--” Spider-Man looked down at himself and flushed. It seemed his own tights were a bit, well, tight, around the groin. “Hey, uh, I can totally explain.”

“I bet!” bit out Nova, “You like looking at my butt, Parker?!”

“No! I mean--only as much as you obviously like looking at mine!”

“Tch! Whatever!” Nova turned to face him fully, letting Spider-man see for himself just how aroused the young man was. “So we’re both turned on . . . so what! Now do you plan to do anything about it?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I mean--we gonna help each other out or what?”

“Help . . . each other . . . ?”

Nova sighed loudly, then stomped over to Spider-Man, took his hand, and placed it on his dick. Then he grabbed Peter’s rod through the skin-clinging spandex. “Help. Each other. Out.”

“Oh! Th-that kind of help!” Spider-Man squeaked out, his knees suddenly feeling weak at the pleasurable sensation he felt from Nova’s hand.

“Yeah,” Nova slid both their tights down to free their straining erections.

“I thought you ‘weren’t gay’?” Spider-Man panted as Nova got down on his knees.

“Shut up dude. This is like--youthful experimentin’,” the reckless hero said, right before he wrapped his lips around Spider-Man’s dick.


* * * * *


“Do you think they’ve really--ahh!--learned their lesson?”

“I hope so,” Powerman grunted, gripping the hips of his best buddy as the shower water sprayed down on them both. “Been really getting sick of their pranks lately.”

Iron Fist smiled, sensing the lie in his friend’s thrusts. “Really? Because it seems to me that they’ve only made you more excited.”

“Hey . . . “

The martial artist snickered. “Not that I mind.”

“Damn right . . . “ Powerman muttered, and rammed himself again into Iron Fist’s tight ass.


* * * * *


“Wow,” Spider-Man said, still half in shock. “So I guess you weakening the seams on all my costumes worked out for the best after all.”

Nova snickered, basking in the afterglow. “Yeah, I--wait, what? I told you man, I never did that!”

Spider-Man rolled over. “Hey, it already happened. You don’t need to hide it anymore--”

“But I’m serious!”

“Huh?” Spider-Man’s eyes widened. “But . . . if you didn’t, then who did?!”

Seven decks above in the security station, Deadpool gave a delighted snicker as he listened in on the two while tucking a copy of all the camera footage from the day into a pouch. “Man, as if sending Coulson and his cronies pink ballet tutus wasn’t enough, ol’ Spidey doesn’t even realize I was the one who originally messed with his tights! This whole dang Helicarrier totally just got ‘Pooled!”

The End

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I'll see you all on the next update.
When will that be?
Ummm...........bye! *Runs off*

Thursday, November 13, 2014

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Don't tell me what to do caption box! You damn prude.
*Proceeds to bury his face in Peters ass*

Saturday, November 1, 2014

Happy (late 1 day) Halloween!

Just popping in to wish you all a belated Happy Halloween!
And here's a couple of tricky treats for you!

First there is this request pic made for me on Y!Gallery!

It features a sorcerer/wizard summoning some ghosts to steal the costumes off of men!

And it inspired me to write a very short sequel to my fic from last year.
Here ya go!


                                                       Happy Stripoween 2

“Trick or Treat”
“Aren’t you a little old for this?”
“Yeah whatever, just give me the candy.”
This little exchange was shared between a man called Dave and a trick-or-treater at his front door who was clearly in his late teens or perhaps early twenties, and not wearing a costume either.
Well, unless you counted annoying college-age asshole as a costume.
Dave just sighed and tossed a candy bar into the plastic shopping bag the guy was holding out.
“Thanks old man.” he said and walked off.
Dave scowled as he closed his door. He was only 33, that wasn’t that old. And Halloween was one of his favorite holidays and now he was in a bad mood.
As a matter of fact he was in just a bad enough mood to do “that”.
“Yeah. I think I will”
A quick walk up to the attic and the pulling aside of an old dusty sheet saw Dave standing in front of a large ornate mirror with strange writing around it.
“Shudayn Muthaq Bavred Zogradus.” Dave muttered under his breath and the writing around the mirror began to glow, then the mirrors reflection faded and was replaced by the image of a cloaked figure.
“Thank you for calling the Sorcery Tribunals Express Line. We will process your call as soon as...oh, Hi Dave.”
“Hi Dargus. Long time no see.”
“I'll say! It's been almost fifty years since I last heard from you, Hows retirement on that human world?”
OK, so maybe he wasn’t really 33. More like 3000. And his name wasn’t Dave, it was Davragon. But he likes “Dave” just fine.
And he may not have exactly been human, in fact he may have actually been a member of a long lived, extra-dimensional, sorcerous race of beings known as the Tashvari.
“Oh it's been fine. But that’s kinda what I'm calling about. You see...I need a special dispensation for my seal.”
“Oh Dave, you know that we cant just give something like out without the whole Tribunals permission.”
“Oh come on. Do me a favor. Friend to a friend. I only need it for one night and it will remain local. Just the town I'm living in will be involved.”
“Well...OK. Just dont do anything too crazy Dave.”
“Of course. Nothing...too crazy.” Dave said with a grin.
Dargus sighed and produced a piece of paper from the depths of his cloak. It began to glow then float from his hand and right out of the mirror and into Dave's waiting palm. The mirror shimmered and then returned to being just a mirror.
Dave eyed the glowing page and let out a little chuckle.
You see, whenever a Tashvari opts to retire, he chooses a world of “lesser beings” to live on and he blends in by allowing the tribunal to seal away most of his natural sorcerous powers.
With this special dispensation in his possession Dave could feel himself brim with the familiar feeling of his full power.
“Alright then. Let's get this trick underway!”

A short time later, Dave was in his living room and surrounded by a large magic circle on the floor.
“Vazran Dothku! Myrithoz Gosvul! Fenvill! Barothkok!”
And with those words the circle began to glow and the floor shook a little.
Suddenly Dave was surround by a dozen vaguely humanoid ghostly figures.
“What is thy bidding master?” They all spoke at once.
“Thank you for heeding my call. I have summoned you here on this All Hallows Eve to help me cause some mischief and perhaps instill a bit of fear into these mortals. They once donned costumes in an attempt to ward off spirits. Now they do it in order to receive treats, but there are those who do not even do that.”
“And what would you have us do master?”
Daves smile became devious. “You are to scour this town for all males taking part in the tradition of 'Trick Or Treat'. If they are wearing a costume than leave them be, but if they are not, heh heh heh...then you are to disrobe them at once!”
“Disrobe them?”
“Yes! Strip them. Undress them. Leave them completely naked and exposed!”
The ghostly figures all giggled.
“It shall be done.”
And with that the figures vanished.
“Well...” said Dave “I better get my camera. Heh heh, Trick-Or-Treat indeed.”

Chaz Drummond snatched his fourth bag of candy from a little kid. “Nice haul this year.” He snickered while looking at the candy. “And it looks like I'm about to get a little more heh heh.” Chaz noticed another kid coming down the street.
“OK kid. Fork over the candy or I'll have to knock you out!”
The kid stopped in his tracks...but instead of being afraid and handing over the candy he began pointing and laughing at Chaz.
“What's your deal kid? What is-” Chaz cut himself off as he looked down and noticed his state of undress.
“What the hell! My clothes are gone!”

All over the town, similar scenes were taking place.
Mr. Ellis had been forced to take his sons out for trick or treat and had been stealing some of their candy when he felt a sudden draft and heard his sons giggling.

Brandon Pratt and Zeke Hodder were too busy smashing jack-o-lanterns to immediately notice their clothes being yanked off of them.

Derek Cranley, Daves earlier visitor, was continuing his half-assed trick or treating.
He knocked on a door and held his bag out. “Trick or treat.” he said.
The person opening the door froze as soon as they saw Derek and then slammed the door.
“What the hell?” Derek said in shock.
And then he saw his reflection in the window next to the door.
“Holy shit!” He yelled as he threw his candy sack over his now exposed privates.

A couple of hours later and Dave found himself the proud owner of a huge haul of pictures of naked and embarrassed men as the denuded guys ran up and down his street in panic.

“Heh heh, Happy Stripoween!”

                                                                         The End

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Thursday, January 23, 2014

OMG! Sid actually updated!

So yeah...here's what's going on.
I am currently holding down two jobs and one of them promoted me to a new management position.
Good things coming from this - More money. So not only will I get bills paid off but also have more moola for commissions.
Bad things coming from this - I will continue to be inactive for annoyingly long stretches of time.


But enough of that.
Your not here for me and my boring life, your here for sexy men being stripped and embarrassed!
So lets have some awesomeness from RedBones shall we!

First up we have Spider-Man in a very embarrassing confrontation with Doctor Octopus.
 All I told RedBones was that I wanted Spidey in a situation that catered to my "Stripped and Embarrassed" fetish and the rest was all his doing! He and I seem to be syncing up in terms of pervy ideas!

Next we have Nathan Drake from the Uncharted games making an excursion into some temple ruins that has a mystical statue guardian with a...um..."unique" way of dealing with intruders. ^____^

So yeah...you grab the ancient idol off it's pedestal and then "SWOOSH!" your clothes are suddenly taken off your body and are now in the multiple hands of the gay god of perversion! I love Nates expression here! He's like "Um...what the hell just happened?"
HA! XD

And in the last part of this commission list I give you Pulsar! He's the original character of my friend TimeMonkey.

 RedBones was kind enough to make two versions with slight variations on the foreskin.
So whats happening here is that Pulsar and his boyfriend Sean were having a little lover quarrel. Some words were said and Sean decided to leave for a bit...but not before taking his frustrations out on his boyfriend by firing a quick barrage of arrows at him. Now he never intended to actually hit Pulsar, it just felt pretty good to shoot some deadly projectiles at him! And of course being the the expert that he is, Sean made sure that they caught hold of Pulsars costume and tore it off in just the right places.
I hope you like this TimeMonkey! ^_^

And the last pic is not a commission but a gift from RedBones!
That makes two awesome gifts he's sent me!
Thank you so much RedBones!
He made this for the three folks he considered his top commissioners, and I am honored that I'm in that exclusive little club!
And while Spidey is supposed to be the character meant for me, I cant help but notice that the other two commissioners guys are two of my favorite Disney men! So this whole pic is just all around awesome!

Well that's all for now folks.
I'll do my best to stay active, but with the current work situation it's gonna be tough.
In fact....*checks his computers clock*....Damn! I gotta be at work in 15 minutes! So I'll see you folkks later! Ta ta! ^_~

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Happy Stripoween! (A story by Sidious)

Sorry for being out of touch again guys.
Lifes being a bit of a bitch to me right now.
To make up for leaving you all again, here is a little Halloween story I was able to write over the course of the month.
I hope you all enjoy.

                                                          
                                                                            HAPPY STRIPOWEEN
                                                                                  By Sidious

“Come on Nash! Give it back!”
Little Ricky Danvers (Dressed up as a knight) jumped up and down, trying to reach his pumpkin-shaped candy pail which was being kept out of his reach by his rather mean older brother. Both stood in the front driveway of their parents house.
“Aw, dose the little baby want his candy?” Nash said in a mocking voice.
“Give it back Nash! I still have other houses to 'Trick Or Treat' at!”
“Just a sec runt. First I'm gonna take some of the good stuff out for myself.”
“No! That's my candy! I went out and got it!”
Nash wouldn’t admit it, but he was doing this because he was a little upset that he couldn’t 'Trick Or Treat' anymore. Having just turned 18 it would now be officially too weird if he went out begging for candy dressed up in a dollar store costume. But dammit he missed it.
So stealing his 12 year old brothers candy and acting like a douche was just his way of keeping the holiday.
“Say your a butt-muncher and maybe I'll give it back to you.”
“No!”
“Say it or go candyless!”
Ricky frowned up at him. “Fine!” He braced himself. “I’m a but...”
“What the hell?!” Nash yelled as the candy pail floated out of his hand and over to his brother.
Too shocked to react any other way, Ricky held his hands out to accept the pail.
“What kind of supernatural bullshit is this?!” Nash yelled.
“Hey! Whoa!” He then yelled as he held up his arms up straight as though someone had him at gunpoint.
“What are you doing Nash?” Ricky asked his older brother.
“I'm not doing it! Somethings got a hold of my arms! It’s making me Do thMMMPPFF!!!” His sentence turned to indistinct muffled sounds as an invisible force pulled his shirt up and over his head.
“What the hell is going on?!” Nash yelled after his shirt was pulled off him completely.
His hands still forcefully kept in the air, a panicked look spread across his face as he felt something around hid groin area,
His pants were being undone!
“No! No! What the hell is going on?!”
A firm tug from the force saw to it that Nash's pants and boxer shorts quickly found there way to his ankles!
There stood Nash Danvers. Arms raised above his head. Shirt on the ground and pants and boxers around his ankles!
Nash screamed at his predicament and Ricky began backing away in fear.
“Ricky! Get help! Get-What the? Oh no! No! No!”
Nash felt something that seemed like a hand grip his penis and begin pumping it.
This invisible force was jerking him off!
At the continuous shouts of “NO!” from his brother, Ricky ran off yelling for help, but nobody came since they assumed it was just another Halloween prank.
Alone and being jerked off by some invisible force, Nash quieted down and tried to break free but to no avail.
The jerking off of Nash's dick stopped which left the young man with a raging boner that refused to go down.
“Whatever you are, let me go. Let me go now!” He ordered.
At first he thought that the force obeyed him because his arms came down, but then he realized that the force made his arms come down because he still wasn’t in control of his body.
The force began moving his body as though he were a puppet. He walked in jerky movements as though he were a robot. He began yelling again as soon as he realized that the force made him walk right out of his pants and underwear. Now the only item of clothing on his body were his shoes and socks, which somehow emphasized the rest of his nudity.
“What are you...no. No. No! No!” He screamed as he realized that the force was making him robot-walk right out into the street which was full of trick-or-treaters!
“Ha! Look at Nash!”
“Great costume dude!”
“What are you supposed to be? A Naked Robot?”
“Holy crap! Look at his boner!”
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!”
Nash's ENTIRE body turned red as a beet!
“Please! Please let me go!” he begged the force.
For some reason...it listened and let him go.
Nash ran out of the street and back up to his house. He tried to grab his discarded clothing, but the invisible force wasn’t done with him just yet. It grabbed the clothing and began making it float around just out of Nash's reach, just like Nash was doing to his little brother earlier.
He ran around after the floating clothing for a good two minutes before the force threw them up into a tree and well out of reach. During this time, the naked Nash had gained an audience as a large group of laughing trick-or-treaters and other folks gathered around his yard and watched the naked young man chase around what appeared to be his clothes caught in a strong breeze.
Once he realized that retrieving his clothes was a lost cause, Nash tried to get into his front door...but it was locked, and his parents weren’t home.
He had to walk by all the laughing people so that he could get around his house and to the backdoor where a spare key was kept in a flower pot. Or at least it was supposed to be.
The laughing crowd dispersed after they realized that the peep show was over.
Once they were all gone a young man seemed to appear out of thin air.
He had sandy blond hair and was wearing the cheap black robes of a Halloween costume whilst around his chest was some kind of camera on a vest strap.
“That's one. Two more to go.” He said to himself.
His name was Dean Kelsey, A normal 18 year old.
It just so happened that he had been tasked with a very abnormal chore for the evening.

Earlier in the afternoon...

Dean trudged along the sidewalk as he walked home from high school.
He was in a bad mood. This was to be the last year he and his friends celebrated Halloween together before officially becoming adults and no longer go trick-or-treating.
But apparently he was the only one who still cared about it because all his friends backed out and decided not to go tonight.
Dean couldn’t go out by himself since he just turned 18 and it would just be sad if he went out begging for candy by himself. But still...he was really looking forward to having this last Hurrah with his friends.
“Selfish assholes!” He thought to himself. “Caring only about what everyone else at school thinks of them rather than sticking together like friends should.
Dean had even brought his old grim reaper costume in his school bag with him. An old black robe from the local Walmart he had had for years and a rubber skull mask that was starting to fall apart.. A classic costume.
“Well if I'm not going to be treating, I guess I might as well do some tricking.” He thought with a smirk.
Instead of going home he decided to cut through the local cemetery and put on his costume.
He'd come out the other side and wind up in the middle of main street right as trick or treat started. He'd egg and teepee some houses, smash some pumpkins, terrorize some little kids...and he'd blame the whole thing on his friends who were just too cool for trick or treating.
He finished slipping on his robe when he noticed something.
“What the? A pumpkin patch?”
Right off the side of the graveyard, in a little grotto that was like a dent in the forest that ran along the edge of the cemetery, was a pumpkin patch enclosed in a small black fence.
“That's odd, I don’t recall ever seeing this here before. I guess the groundskeeper put it in for Halloween. Although...I don’t recall that grotto being there either.”
Dean walked into the pumpkin patch. He noticed that at the end of the patch was a tall thin scarecrow with a jack-o-lantern for a head standing over the patch, like a king surveying his domain.
“Well...if I'm gonna start being a terror for the night, I might as well go ahead and get started.” Dean said and then kicked in the nearest pumpkin, splattering it everywhere. He made to do the same to the next one when suddenly...
“Just what do you think you are doing?!”
Dean whirled around, expecting to see an angry groundskeeper, but no one was there.
“What the...Whose there?!” Dean asked.
“Behind you fool!”
Dean turned around and let out a tiny shriek as he watched the pumpkin-headed scarecrow crawl off of his perch and stand firmly on the ground before him. Even off the perch, he was a good 2 feet taller than Dean.
“I asked, just what do you think you are doing?”
“Um...Uh...What?”
“You injured one of my courtiers you foolish mortal!” The scarecrow said angrily, gesturing to the smashed pumpkin by Deans feet.
“Huh? One of your what?” The young man looked down at the pumpkin he had kick in. It was then that he noticed something else rather frightening.
“What the hell?!”
All of the pumpkins in the patch had magically gained jack-o-lantern faces and were all staring at him rather disapprovingly.
“Murder! Murder! He's killed one of us! He wants to kill more of us! Murder! Murder!” They all started shouting.
Dean appropriately freaked out and mad to run the hell away from the pumpkin patch...but suddenly vines from the pumpkins sprouted forth and quickly wrapped around his limbs tightly, keeping him trapped in the patch.
“I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to-”
“Silence mortal!” The scarecrow shouted.
Dean obeyed and shut his mouth.
The scarecrow walked over to the smashed pumpkin and waved it's hand over it.
As if he were seeing a video rewinding, Dean saw the pumpkin un-smash itself and reform right back to it's original spot where it too gained a face like the others.
“Welcome back Phineas. Since you were the one who had his face kicked in, I'll let you decide what this mortals punishment shall be.” The scarecrow said, lovingly caressing the reformed pumpkin.
“Let's eat him! Yes! Yes! Eat! Let us eat him alive where he stands!” came the shouts from the rest of the pumpkins.
Dean let out a yelp of fear as he noticed that these pumpkins seemed to have rather sharp looking fangs in their goofy grins. They may very well be serious.
“I know master!” Said the one called Phineas. “It's been quite a few years, so let's use him as a sacrifice gatherer!”
Sacrifice gatherer? Dean didn’t like the sound of this.
“Hmm...yes it has been a while. But what sort of sacrifice shall I demand this time? I'm assuming that you'd like a nice and bloody human sacrifice since your feeling rather vengeful, right Phineas?”
The pumpkin seemed to giggle a bit. “Well not exactly master Jack. I was thinking of something more along the lines of...” vines shot out from around Phineas and grabbed onto the hem of Deans cheap robe and lifted it up to his chest then firmly pulled down his pants and underwear. “...This!”
Dean swore that he could hear his junk actually make a 'flopping' sound as his pants and undies were quickly yanked down by Phineas's vines.
“Hey! Whoa! Whoa! WHOA! What the hell are you doing?!” Dean yelled.
The scarecrow ignored him and shook his head at Phineas, rather like a loving parent might do to a child that’s told the same joke for the hundredth time.
“Oh Phineas. You are an incurable pervert.”
“I learned from the best Master Jack.”
The scarecrow chuckled. “Very well, this year I will demand the dignity of three men as a sacrifice!”
“Yay! All hail Jack! All hail Jack! Huzzah!” The pumpkin patch cried out.
Dean had a feeling that this would have been their reaction to anything said by the scarecrow.
“So tell me my exposed friend, have you figured out who I am yet?” The scarecrow asked the blushing young man who was desperately trying to hide his unveiled naughty bits despite having all four of his limbs trapped by vines.
“Um..uh..The scarecrow of Oz?” he replied.
“Cute. No my blushing friend. I am Jack! The spirit of Halloween!”
“The what?”
“The spirit of Halloween you fool! I and my little court of pumpkins here arise from the netherworld every October thirty-first to observe the festivities...and if the mood takes me I also demand a sacrifice! And lucky for you I'm feeling more frisky than cruel this year, so here's your task..”
“My task?”
“Yes. The sacrifice must be offered up by a mortal. You are of course free to refuse this task...but then I am allowed to take you back to the netherworld with me if you do. So I assume you wont refuse, yes?”
“Uh...no, I suppose not. Can I uh...please have my cock and balls covered back up?”
“In a moment, here is your task.”
Jack stretched forth his hand where what seemed to be some kind of camera on a strap suddenly appeared.
“You will wear this and document for my pleasure the sacrifice of three men's dignity.”
“...What?”
“...Do you really need this explained? Fine then. Take this camera and record yourself stripping three men of their garments publicly, thereby sacrificing their dignity to me.”
“You want me to strip three other guys naked? And in front of other people? Dude no way! I'll get arrested and probably beaten to a pulp as well!”
Jack chuckled to himself. “Don't worry. As My official sacrifice gatherer you will be granted limited access to the netherworld’s powers. Invisibility, being able to temporarily control the actions of another person or object. That sort of thing.”
“Whoa! Really?!”
“Yes, really. But don’t get any funny ideas my friend. These powers are only for Sacrifice Gathering, not your own personal enjoyment. Is that understood?”
“Yeah, sure. Sure.”
“Remember, I'll be watching.” Jack tapped the camera. “And you really don’t want to piss off the spirit of Halloween.”
Dean gulped.
Jack waved his hands and the pumpkin vines unwrapped them selves from around Deans body, allowing him to finally pull up his pants and pull down his robe.
“Make sure to get good shots.” Jack said as he tossed the camera towards Dean. The cameras straps came alive and wrapped themselves around Deans torso giving him a chest mounted camera to work with.
“Now go! You only have this one night to accomplish your task or you'll be coming with me to the netherworld.”
Dean frantically nodded his head to show that he understood and ran off, hearing the entire pumpkin patch cackling as he did.

Later that evening...

“I cant believe this! I'm practically a superhero but I cant use any of these special powers unless it's to satisfy that perverted pumpkin!” Dean said to himself as he walked away from the house a very naked Nash Danvers had run into a little earlier.
“What was that now?” said Jacks voice from the camera on Deans chest.
“Holy shit!”
“I told you I'd be watching. Now you'd best watch your mouth and get back to work. You still need to strip two more gentlemen naked before the sacrifice is complete.”
Dean sighed.
“Would you rather I had ordered you to go out and kill three people Dean? Because I've been known to demand blood sacrifice you know!”
“No no no! I'm going! I'm going!”
Dean made his way into the more busy part of town where the folks in the street were a mix of trick or treaters and party goers from the local college. Surely he could find his next two “sacrifices” easily enough in that crowd.
Sure enough, just a couple of minutes searching revealed two perfect victims.
A well muscled blonde jock wearing a fancy roman toga with golden laurels in his hair and his equally well defined friend with shaggy brown hair dressed up as what appeared to be William Wallace...in nothing but shoes, socks, a kilt and blue face-paint.
“Looks like someone else saw Braveheart on HBO last night.” Dean thought as he checked the guy out. “Although...a kilt and blue face paint are kinda a half assed costume dude.”
He watched the guy kinda bounce around as he laughed at a joke his friend in the toga said. As he did so, Dean caught the slightest glimpse of a bare rump when his kilt fluttered up a little.
“Well well, it loos like he's 'going regimental' under his kilt. Hmm...I wonder. What about Toga boy?”
Dean looked around to make sure no one was paying attention to him and then activated the invisibility Jack had granted him.
He snuck up behind the Toga and Kilt clad men and reached out towards the togas hem.
Lifting it up he was greeted to the sight of a very well shaped and very bare butt.
“Jack -pot!” Dean thought with a grin.
“Hey bro! Your costumes caught on something.” Dean heard the Kilt guy say to the Toga guy. “Dude! Your mooning everybody!”
“Shit man!” Toga guy said as he reached around and pulled his Toga back down. “What did it catch on?”
“I don’t know. I just looked down and saw your bare ass sticking out.”
“I cant believe you talked me into going commando like this!”
“Hey man, if I’m not wearing boxers under my costume than neither are you. Besides...it feels pretty good to be free-balling now and then.”
“Yeah, I guess.”
“Let's just go get a couple of beers.”
The two made there way over to a stand set up in front of the local bar, all the while unaware of the invisible young man following them.
“Heh heh, I'm gonna have some fun with these two before stripping them completely naked.” Dean said to himself.
He activated another power Jack had given him by holding out his hand and concentrating. He could make any item he felt would aid him appear in his hand, and so there manifested...a pair of scissors.
“I need to do this nice and gentle like.” Dean thought.
He crept up behind the Kilt Guy while he leaned on the beer stand and ordered. Very quickly but also very quietly, Dean used the scissors to cut two sections of the kilt right on either side of the guys butt.
“And now for the grand unveiling!” Dean said under his breath.
A quick snip at the top of the kilt made the flap Dean had created out of the back of it fall off, leaving a completely exposed muscular bit of man-ass!
“Ha! The guy doesn’t even notice!” Dean laughed to himself as he watched the guy now wearing only part of a kilt continue leaning against the beer stand, exposed ass sticking out for all to see.
Dean turned his attention to the Toga Guy who was leaning in a similar way. “Now for you bro. Let's have another look at that fine rump of yours.”
Dean crouched down and with a precision that surprised even him, cut a perfect circle around Toga Guys butt.
“Now that really helps to improve this old costume!” He giggled to himself as he backed up and took a look at the two men who were unknowingly mooning every person that walked by.
Dean could hear the whistles and cat calls coming from folks who saw the bare rumps, and so could the rumps owners as well. They finally got their beers and turned around.
“Whats everyone making a fuss about? Sounds like they're egging someone on to strip or something.” Toga Guy said.
“Someone must be drunk enough to think they can do a striptease.” Kilt Guy replied.
Dean did his best to keep from laughing out loud at them.
“Come on Greg.” Toga guy said. “Let's head on over to the Costume Emporium, the other guys should be showing up there soon.”
“Yeah, let's go Mason.”
“So...their names are Greg and Mason huh?” Dean thought to himself as he followed them. “ I was just gonna keep calling them Kilt and Toga.”
Dean followed Greg and Mason through the busy streets and grinned every time someone reacted to their bare butts.
As they neared their location (a store along the main street with a sign that had “Costume Emporium” over it's front door.) Dean decided that it was time to finish up these two.
“Looks like their not here yet.” Mason said. “They should be here soon though. Let's give them a few min-” he suddenly stopped.
“Uh...Mason? Dude? You OK?” Greg said as he waved his hand not holding beer in front of Mason's apparently frozen face.
Dean had activated his ability to temporarily freeze a guy in place. For the moment, Mason couldn’t move a muscle.
Dean grinned and reached out with the scissors towards the shoulder strap that kept Masons Toga on him.
Snip.
The Toga fluttered down Masons body and pooled around his feet. The still frozen man stood there unable to cover himself.
“Mason! Dude! What the hell!” Greg yelled “Cover yourself bro! Everyone's looking at-”
Greg too fell silent as he was also frozen by Dean.
“Ouch. I can feel a slight headache coming on.” Dean thought. “I don't think Jack intended for me to use these abilities on more than one guy at a time.”
“No I didn’t.” Came Jacks voice from the camera once again. “As a matter of fact, I was thinking of forcing you to hunt down another man to humiliate since you went after two at once. I could count that as one sacrifice you know.”
“Oh come on!” Dean shouted.
“Well, lucky for you the two men you've chosen are excellent specimens, so I'll let it slide. Now get back to humiliating them! The kilt on that one fellow really needs to come off!”
Dean couldn’t help but grin. “That pumpkin head may talk all big...” He thought to himself. “...But he's loving every second of this.”
He placed the scissors right on the belt of Greg's kilt. “Of course...I've been enjoying this too, so I really shouldn’t act all superior.”
Snip.
The leather belt fell off Greg and was soon followed by his kilt.
Two handsome muscular men now stood frozen next to each other. Naked and on display for all to see.
The crowded street immediately burst out into a ruckus of gasps, laughter, cat calls, appreciative wolf whistles and the clicking of many cameras.
“Now that's a pretty sight” Dean said to himself as he made his way in front of the naked men to get a good look at their fronts. “But I wouldn’t want you guys to catch a cold now, so why don’t you two warm each other up.” He places his hands on both of them and moved them so that they were facing each other. Then, grabbing a hold on the two firm asses, pushed them so that their dicks were touching each other. Taking the opportunity to grope the muscular buns, Dean had Greg and Mason grind their cocks against each other and in no time at all both of them were rock hard!
“Nothing like a little frottage between friends, right guys?” Dean said with a chuckle.
“Greg! Mason! What the hell are you guys doing?!”
The still invisible Dean turned around to see two men coming out of the “Costume Emporium”.
One had the look of Asian heritage with black hair and a slim yet firm build. He was dressed as a cowboy.
The other was black with very short dark hair and a nice muscular body. He was dressed as a cop.
“Leon! Ken! Help us! We aren’t doing this! Something is making us!” Mason shouted at the guys.
Dean spun around to look at him. Apparently his brief shock at the new arrivals allowed for one of his captives to break partially free of his paralysis. He concentrated and Mason went back to being frozen.
“Look guys...”Said the cowboy (Ken apparently) as he walked up to the two. “I’m not judging, it's cool and all that you decided to experiment with each other, but did you have to do it out in public like this?”
“Yeah bro. Do you all know how many websites these pics and vids are gonna be posted on?” The cop (Leon) said, gesturing to the naked mens ever growing audience and the various types of cameras and phones being held up to get a good shot of their public nudity.
Throughout all this, Dean had been continuing to force the men to rub dicks with each other.
“Hmmm...I do believe you two are just about done.” Dean thought and then quickly turned them towards the crowd...where they both immediately came.
Two powerful streams of semen came shooting out at the crowd, eliciting a cheers from some and laughter from others. A few made sounds of disgust...but no one looked away from the scene.
Dean released both Greg and Mason from his control.
Neither one immediately reacted. They were both woozy from their orgasms and still just generally confused. It finally dawned on them that they were able to move of their own free will again which prompted them both to turn red as a tomato from embarrassment, slap their hands over their deflating privates and then run back past their two friends and into the “Costume Emporium” looking for a refuge from their humiliation.
“Dude, can you believe that just happened?” Ken asked Leon.
“Not if I hadn’t seen it with my own two eyes. I mean I always had a feeling that Greg and Mace might kinda have a thing for each other. But to get freaky like that out on the street? Man, that took some serious balls.” Leon said as he watched his two naked friends through the front store windows running into the dressing rooms together to hide.
“Yeah they got balls all right. And just about everyone in town has seen em. Along with everything else they were born with.” Ken chuckled to himself.
“But what was that Mason was shouting? Something about something making them rub dicks?” Leon said with a confused look.
“I don’t know dude. Maybe they were just drunk.” Ken shrugged.
Dean (still invisible) had been catching his breath this whole time. Releasing the two men had suddenly made him realize just how much energy he spent with his power use.
“That will suffice” came Jacks voice from the camera again. “You may now return to me at the cemetery pumpkin patch.”
“Finally this night is almost over with!” Dean said aloud, but in his mind he was a little disappointed at all this perverted fun coming to an end.
“But you know....it wouldn’t hurt to have just two more little sacrifices. Especially when they are practically presenting themselves to you like that.” Jacks sly voice oozed out of the camera.
“Huh? What are you talking about?” Dean said and then looked over towards Ken and Leon. “Oh. Now I see.”
Both men had their backs to Dean, allowing him to notice just how tight the pants of their costumes were and how beautiful the butts contained therein must be.
“Nothing to elaborate this time. Just some nice public exposure will do.” Jack said.
Dean grinned and braced himself for one more big use of his power.
He raised his hands with his thumbs and pointer fingers extended as though he were a kid pretending to have a gun in a game of cops and robbers.
“Stick em up!” He yelled.
The power forced both Ken and Leon to raise their arms up over their heads.
“What the hell?!” Leon shouted.
“BANG!” Dean exclaimed, making a gesture with both hands as if he had just fired his imaginary guns.
And as this gesture was made, everything below the waist on both Leon and Ken was torn away in a flash! Pants and underwear gone! Just their footwear remained. Each mans cock was still jiggling from the force of their clothing’s abrupt removal.
“Holy shit! Leon! Help!” Ken screamed, turning crimson.
“I’m in the same situation here bro!” Leon screamed back.
Both men struggled but this only made the show more enjoyable as it cause their exposed privates to flop around in wonderfully obscene ways.
Dean had them turn around so that all passersby could get a good look.
Both embarrassed men continued to yell as they saw their own voyeuristic audience growing on the street, one with another slew of cameras.
“That’s enough. You better start making your way back here before the night is done.” Came Jacks voice from Deans camera.
“Fine, fine! I'm on my way” Dean sighed.
“I eagerly await your return.”
Dean released Leon and Ken and watched them take the same route as Greg and Mason, running into the store and hiding in the dressing rooms.
Dean turned to leave but halted.
“Hmmm...one for the road.” he said with a grin.
He flicked his hand towards the store window and watched as every door of the mens dressing rooms fell off their frames, exposing the four hiding naked men as well as a few other unlucky guys in the process of changing clothes.
And with a chuckle in his throat and a spring in his step, Dean made his way back to the cemetery.

A little later...

“And so the Gatherer returns.” Jack said and gave a small clap. “Bravo Dean. This has been one of the most delightfully perverted Halloweens in years.”
“Well...uh...your welcome.” Dean stammered, still weirded out by the living scarecrow and pumpkins despite everything he'd experienced this night.
Jack extended his arm and the camera on Deans chest unstrapped itself and floated over to his waiting palm. “Oh yes. This footage will do nicely.”
“So were cool now right? You wont be dragging me into the netherworld with you. Right?”
“Oh are business is almost finished, there's just one more thing.”
Dean looked worried. “And whats that?”
“Well in your efforts as Sacrifice Gatherer, you were unable to participate in the tradition known as 'Trick Or Treat'. So I believe that we must rectify this.”
“Umm...uh..OK, I guess.”
“Now I would say that your temporary access to my powers counts as a treat. Especially with the way you were obviously enjoying yourself. Wouldn’t you agree?”
“Uh...yeah. I'll admit it. I was kinda getting off on stripping those guys.”
“But that leaves the second part of the tradition. The trick.”
Dean didn’t like where this was heading. “Oh no, that's OK. Don’t trouble yourself. Besides, it's trick 'OR' treat, not trick 'AND' treat.”
“Well I'm feeling generous this night. So I'm giving you both parts of the tradition. Now, Are you ready for your trick?”
“Umm...no?”
“Too bad.”
Once again vines shot out from the pumpkin patch towards Dean and wrapped themselves around his limbs. This time they pulled him down to the ground.
Dean stared up in horror as Jack looked down on him with the most devilish of grins.
“All right my loyal followers...” He addressed the jack-o-lanterns around him who all gave out slight giggles of anticipation. “...Let the feast begin!”
Each Jack-o-lantern opened it's mouth to show off very sharp fangs.
Dean screamed in terror as the pumpkins magically leaped forward from their spots in the patch and towards him. Fanged mouths snapping.
Deans screaming continued as he felt the pumpkins mouths next to his skin as they bit down.
In fact, he was so focused on screaming that he didn’t seem to notice that none of the seemingly murderous jack-o-lanterns were tearing into his flesh....merely his clothing.
The old cheap black robe was torn asunder and devoured by the pumpkins. Dean's tee shirt and jeans soon followed, as did his sneakers and socks.
Dean finally realized what was up and stopped screaming and instead resorted to yelling at the perverted pumpkins.
“Hey what the hell!? This was just another stupid excuse to get someone naked?! I thought you were all going to eat me alive!”
Jack continued his grinning. “Well they very well could have, bit Phineas begged them to eat only your clothing. He's taken quite a liking to you. Speaking of which....”Jack turned his attention to the pumpkins fighting over the last shreds of Deans pants. “Phineas? Would you care to finish this off?”
The pumpkin in question bounced up onto Deans stomach, facing his underwear clad crotch. “Oh of course Master Jack! Thank you so much!”
Phineas then puckered his pumpkiny mouth and began sucking in.
Dean could feel is underwear unraveling!
Thread by thread the undergarments were sucked up into the jack-o-lanterns mouth like a long strand of spaghetti, until finally Deans private parts once again lay exposed to the pumpkin patch.
“OK, Fine I'm completely naked now. Are we done here?”
“Oh no dear boy. The trick isn’t over just yet.” Jack cooed.
More vines came forth and forced Deans legs apart and up in the air, exposing his most private areas to the spirit of Halloween.
“Were just getting to one of my favorite parts.” Jack began undoing the front of his pants.
“No wait! You cant mean-” Another vine shot out and wrapped around Deans mouth, silencing him.
Jack knelt in to perform his 'trick' and stared down at the naked struggling for beneath him.
His jack-o-lantern eyes glowed with a hellish light.
“Happy Halloween Dean.”

Later that night, as 'Trick-Or-Treat' comes to a close...

“Wow! This was one awesome Halloween!” Exclaimed little Ricky Danvers as he towed his now very heavy candy-filled pumpkin pail back home. He had actually had to skip a few houses giving out treats because he just didn’t have room for any more.
As he made his way back home he heard some people running up behind him. He turned just in time to see four men pass him by. Two were completely naked and two were wearing just the top portions of a cowboy and policeman costumes, their bottom halves being completely bare. They seemed to be shouting things about getting home as soon as possible before even more people saw them naked.
Ricky sighed. “Grown ups. They do the weirdest things.”
He arrived home to find it still locked up. “Mom and dad must still be out.” He said to himself.
“Psst! Ricky! Hey Ricky!” came a desperate whistle from the bushes next to the front door.
“Huh? Nash? Is that you?” He leaned over to get a better look. “Why are you still naked?”
“I cant get into the house, the spare key went missing and I'm not coming out there for someone else to see my naked ass and post it up on YouTube! Gimme something to cover with! Please!” Nash pleaded.
Ricky felt that his brother had had enough punishment for the night and told him to come out and he'd give him the cape off his knight costume which Nash promptly put around his waist like a towel.
The two brothers sat on the front porch watching the last of the trick-or-treaters making their ways home.
“If you promise to be nice to me until the new year I'll share my candy with you.” Ricky said.
“Yeah sure pipsqueak, whatever.” Nash said and then reached over to grab some treats from the pumpkin pail.
“You brought that on yourself you know. The whole getting stripped naked thing.” Ricky stated, matter-of-factually.
Nash frowned at him. “Oh yeah? How so?”
“You interfered with my trick-or-treating. The spirit of Halloween saw that and decided to punish you.” Ricky then blushed a little. “It just decided to do it in a really naughty way for some reason.”
“Yeah well...I'm kinda inclined to believe that. Seriously, there was some scary shit at work there. I couldn’t move and my clothes came off on their own.” Nash turned red all over at the embarrassing memory. “Yeah Ricky, The spirit of Halloween really fucked me this year.”
“Buddy, trust me. You don’t know what it means to be fucked by the spirit of Halloween.” A voice said from the sidewalk in front of the Danvers house.
“What the...” Nash and Ricky said as they saw the speaker.
A young man Nash's age. Completely naked with his hands tied behind his back by what looked like vines.
“Happy Stripoween!” The guy said and shook his hips around making his cock and balls flop about. He then stopped and began walking his way toward the next house.
“Hey dude, what are you doing?” Nash asked.
“Trust me. I don’t wanna be doing this. But I kinda don’t have a choice.”
“What?”
“Trust me. It's best not to get involved anymore than you already are.” The mysterious naked man walked off, leaving the Danvers brothers more confused than ever.
“Just a few more streets and six more guys Dean. Come on, you can do this!” Dean said to himself.
Jacks last part of the trick (after the fucking) had been a little curse that would cause the naked Dean to slowly walk home (which was something of a mercy since he wasn’t going to be able to walk straight for almost a week) and shake his naughty bits to at least ten different men all while proclaiming a 'Happy Stripoween' to them.
“I'm starting to think that I should have had him drag me into the netherworld.” Dean groaned as he saw a couple of guys talking to each other up ahead. He braced himself and got his junk ready to wiggle.
“Happy Stripoween!”


The end.
….Until next year perhaps?
MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

Thursday, August 1, 2013

I'm still here!


Sorry that I disappeared again folks.
I have actually had an extremely busy month at work.
To make it up to you, I finally found a certain clip that has been requested quite a few times on here.
It's from an old Kellogg's commercial that features a man losing his trunks in a swimming pool and I featured it in my Embarrassment Musical Act 2.
However, I'm afraid that you may be disappointed.
This clip has no sound and doesn't seem to be the whole commercial.
But this is the clip I've had for years and I cant find a complete version of it anywhere online and believe me I did look.
Speaking of searching....I literally had to dig through two boxes filled with disc spindles filled with CD-R's and DVD-R's before finally finding this old video.
Bleh!

video


So in other news, I am still busy at work but I do intend to finish the "Deviant Discoveries" posts from earlier in the month of July. So keep an eye out for them.

....And as I finished typing this, Ben02 (the featured artist from  the previous post) just posted a new pic on his DA page.
And It's frigging awesome! HA! XD

Monday, July 8, 2013

Deviant Discoveries 1 - Ben02

As I'm sure you all know, Y!Gallery is the only online commuinty I'm really active in. As such, almost all the artist contacts I make come from there.
But recently I've been browsing DeviantArt more and more and have found people on there that are willing to dabble in the fetish of seeing men stripped and embarrassed.
So I'm gonna do a little series that will feature the works of DeviantArt users that fit into my fetish.
The first of these users to be featured is Ben02.

This users specialty seems to be photo editing scenes of male embarrassment.
The first pic of theirs I noticed was this little scene of a man on the beach who angered a crab by kicking it.
Unfortunately for him this was a crab that knows how to fight back and somehow snatched the speedos right off of the sexy stud!
I love how one of the crabs buddies is there to cheer him on in the denuding of the human!

But whats this? Oh no!
It seems that this situation has now given the crabs a taste for man-flesh!
Exposed and blushing man-flesh!
So some crabs make there way over to an unsuspecting innocent bystander and....YOINK!
Down go the trunks and up goes the embarrassment!
All hail the pantsing crabs! Power to the stripping crustaceans!

And now here's an odd but amusing entry.
A hunter was on the prowl for the legendary Sasquatch and actually found it's lair.
Unfortunately for him the Sasquatches babies were in the lair...and they really liked the colorful clothes he was wearing.
So I'm sure you can guess what happened next.
He better get out of there before the momma and papa Sasquatches show up!

Dogs are man best friend.
....Unless the man in question happens to be a crook!

But if you aren't a crook, Dogs can be a great companion. You can even teach them tricks.
Tricks like...snatching off the towel of a dude changing on the beach!
Here's what Ben02 wrote down for this scene...
"Mike was in his car about to slip on his swim trunks when he saw a blonde babe walk into a changing tent. He dropped his swim trunks, wrapped a towel around his waist, and ran over to the tent! Lucky for him, he found a hole he could peep into... Corey was walking down the beach with his dog Max, looking out for anything suspicious. Of course, that's when he found himself a peeping tom! Mike was unaware that he had been discovered; he continued to get aroused by his view. "Lets teach this pervert a lesson" said Corey. Max locked on his target... suddenly, Mike jumped when he heard a vicious barking! *SWOOSH* Mike felt the air rush between his legs! He turned around to see the dog running off with his towel!"

And sometime you don't need to train a dog to do such things.
Sometimes a dog can just tell that a little bit of forced nudity is need to ensure that justice is dealt out.
Such was the case with a certain beach bully!
Here's what Ben02 wrote down for this scene...
"Ryan enjoyed strutting down the beach and messing with the kids. He'd always stomp all over their sand castles and shove seaweed down their swim trunks. Today, he saw 3 boys working hard on a huge sandcastle... perfect for Ryan to knock down. He walked up to them and pushed them into their own castle! "You won't get away with this!", one of the boys screamed. "Oh yeah!? just wait till I find some seaweed to shove down your shorts!" Ryan said in his cocky tone. Suddenly, he felt sharp pain in his ass! RRRRIIIIPPPP! Ryan yelped! He turned around to see the beach patrol dog running away with a familiar blue cloth in its mouth.... then felt a breeze in his nether regions that made him realize, HE WAS NAKED! The boys laughed hysterically as their bully stood naked before them. Ryan quickly covered his privates with only his hands and ran away embarrassed as the boys taunted him."

And now lets move from dogs and go to cats.
A certain famous cat actually. Puss In Boots!
Ben02 came up with this hilarious scene where a guy at a bar is going to attack Puss and then...well...this happens.
(In Ben02's own words) This thug apparently didn't think cats belong in bars so he was planning on turning Puss into a fur scarf. But Puss caught onto this scheme and decided to humiliate him by slicing off his clothes! The thug felt a sudden breeze...
The thug realized his is clothes had been stripped clean! He blushed, embarrassed as he stood naked before the furry hero he had planned on killing.


These pics have me giggling so much!
Here's hoping that Ben02 will give us more awesomely hilarious scenes of men getting stripped and embarrassed in the future.

I'll see you all in a few days with a new "Deviant Discoveries" post!