Game Night

[DoctoroMindbender]

Note: You are encouraged to create and define preexisting relationships between the characters as you see fit - be they romantic, familial or just social - to make things more interesting

A small group of teen boys and girls, and if truth be told one tween, sit cross-legged on the green shared carpet of the finished basement turned rec room. They are all in various states of undress. In the middle is a deck of cards, and each player has been dealt a hand. They have taken the opportunity of one of their parents being out of time to hold  a game night. Their game of choice: Strip poker.

It's the end of the round. Johnny knows he's lost this one. Not that he's won a single hand today. He drops his cards to the floor, revealing a pair of 3's. The other losers start removing various articles of clothing. Everybody turns to Johnny - because he was about to be the first person to remove their last piece of clothing. He stands, his circle of closest peers staring back at him. Johnny was not the youngest person in the circle, but he was a late bloomer and this added to his embarrassment. There was still some roundness in his face, which had started turning red. The pinkness of his erection can be seen through the briefs they are straining against. He closes his eyes, and hooks his thumbs in his waist band. He shimmies out of his briefs as fast as he can, before quickly clasping his hands together to hide his exposed genitals.

The winner cries out "No fair. That's cheating." Johnny folds his hands behind his back. Before him stands four inches of a fresh pink erection, framed with a light dusting of peach fuzz that will one day be real pubes. He stares at the floor, though it does little to hide his shame. After everyone has had plenty of time to stare, the hosts asks "Johnny, do you want to keep playing?" It is a real conundrum. Since he is naked, the stakes will get higher. But he only agreed to this game in the first place because he thought he might see one of the girls naked and he would be damned if he stop without doing it. Besides, Johnny is not going to let his friends call him chicken. He meekly nods his head. The host again asks "And you know what that means."

"Yes..." Johnny answers, though he still feels the eyes on him and can't bear to look up "If an already nude player looses, they have to take a dare from the winner. They can't refuse." The host calls out "You heard the man. Deal him in".

Johnny returns cross legged on the floor. He dealt last round, so this turn the deal was on his left, and he watches as the cards get dealt out. Jokes are made. A few lewd suggestions for what Johnny can do when he looses again are thrown out. A couple of the girls are making side way glances at Johnny's crotch. He's trying hard to tune it out. He picks up his hand. Two pair. It isn't bad. But it isn't good either, and he can't afford to loose this round. Everyone takes a turn to draw new cards if they wish.  Johnny ditches a card, to draw. Success. A full house, sevens high. The host calls out "Alright, show 'em if you've got 'em". As each player takes their turn Johnny holds his breath with anticipation, and with each hand that hits the floor he lets out a sigh of relief. Finally, it gets to him. He lays out the his hand, a wide smile across his face. There was only one hand left to be played, by the dealer. The dealer reveals an 8. Then a 9. A knot forms in the pit of Johnny's stomach. The dealer shows a 10. A Jack. Then they hold up the last card, showing the back to the room, building anticipation. Johnny hopes he's being toyed with. The dealer flips the card, revealing King. Once more, Johnny has lost. But how bad could it be ...