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Jake was hooking up with someone in his building. He offered to host at his unit, but his hookup had other (kinkier) plans. Instead, they were meeting at his hookup's car for a bit of public fun, fogging up the windows like the good old days. Jake got excited just thinking about getting caught. He was about to take the elevator down to the parking basement when he received a text from his hookup --

UNKNOWN: Don't take the elevator. Take the stairs. I want you to be nice and sweaty when you get here.

He wasn't expecting his hookup to be into this kind of stuff, but he just thought nothing of it and just went with the flow. He entered the stuffy stairwell and started walking down to the basement when he received another text --

UNKNOWN: If your shirt is already drenched in sweat, you should just take it off and hang them on the handrail to dry.

JAKE: You want me to leave my shirt behind?

UNKNOWN: You won't even need that shirt to where we're going ;) Don't worry too much about it. It's just a shirt. Besides, it will still be there when we finish.

Jake took almost every opportunity to walk around shirtless, so it didn't take much more convincing to make him take his top off. A few floors later, he got another text --

UNKNOWN: You must be getting tired walking down all those stairs. If you need to lighten up the load, you should just leave your pants behind.

JAKE: Take off my jeans? You've got to be kidding me.

UNKNOWN: I know how much you enjoy exposing yourself in public. I'm just giving you the opportunity to do what you've always dreamed of doing ;) Anyways, no one uses the stairs, so you should be safe.

As much as he hated to admit it, it was true. Just the thought of walking around in his underwear had him stiff as a brick. He hesitated at first, but after checking that nobody else was in the stairwell, he dropped his pants to the ground and left them right where he stood. With the number of floors he went down, his white briefs were pretty damp with sweat, leaving a clear imprint of his erection. When he finally made it to Basement 3, he got another text --

UNKNOWN: Before leaving the stairwell, I should inform you that the door automatically locks once it closes. If you still want to get your clothes back afterwards, you should probably leave a doorstop.

JAKE: A doorstop? What kind of doorstop?

UNKNOWN: Just leave your shoes by the door. That should be enough to stop it from closing.

He was almost naked at this point. Taking off his shoes wasn't much of a loss, so he just untied them and left them behind.

UNKNOWN: I can already see you from here. You look cute in your tighty whiteys, but I need you to take them off.

JAKE: Take off my undies? What for?!

UNKNOWN: Stay where you are. There's a CCTV pointed right at my car. I wouldn't want them recording what we're about to do ;) If you walk in from behind, you should be able to cover the lens with your briefs without being caught.

JAKE: Then I'll be walking around naked! Why can't you do it yourself?

UNKNOWN: If I do it, they'll see my face! Your briefs are the safest way. And don't tell me you don't want to do it. Judging by the bulge in your undies, I know you want to get naked in the open right now.

His hookup was right once again. The fact that anyone driving by could see him butt naked at any moment had turned him on. Getting excited for what's coming, he quickly stripped off his briefs and his socks, and threw them at any security camera near the area. With the place now secured, he walked around the parking lot with his dick out in the open.

UNKNOWN: That's a good boy. A good naked boy.

JAKE: Which one is your car again? I can't seem to find it.

JAKE: Hello?

***We’re sorry, you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service. If you feel this is in error, please check the number dialed, and please try again***

Jake looked at his phone confused. He tried walking around the parking basement, lifting his phone around to get better reception, until he came across one empty parking slot with a piece of paper with his name on it in the center. Even more confused now, he picked the paper up and read it --

Hey Jake, I'm honestly surprised you didn't remember me from the few months that we dated back then. But I still vividly remember when you just ghosted me out of the blue, so I decided to give you a taste of your own medicine just so you know exactly what it felt like. We've talked about how you wanted to explore your exhibitionist tendencies, so think of this as my final parting gift. Hope you enjoy streaking as much as you imagined it! xoxo

P.S. Next time you get naked in public, make sure to bring all your valuables, especially your room keys. Quite a rookie mistake to leave them in your pants pocket.

Jake felt the panic settling in as he read the letter. He looked around and saw that the CCTV's he covered up were now pointing right at him, his undies nowhere to be seen. He rushed to the stairwell, now more cautious about staying hidden in the shadows, only to find that the door had closed and locked automatically. He couldn't get back up the stairs, but he knew for sure that the rest of his clothes were already missing as well.

Without any other choice, he took the elevator to the lobby, praying that nobody else was on it. But just his luck, the elevator doors opened up revealing it was almost packed, forcing him to squeeze into the crowd, his bare cheeks now pressed against another stranger. His face turned even redder when someone in the elevator complimented him, 'Nice ass you got there, bud!'

He could feel everyone looking at his naked body as he walked around the lobby. His hands were desperately pressed against his cock, still stiff from all the attention. The front desk laughed as he explained his situation in full detail. He was able to prove his residence at the condo with documents on his phone, but it would still take a long time for the admin to get a locksmith to open up his door. He had to wait in the lobby while still completely naked, using only his hands to preserve his dignity. And the one time he had to move his hands away to sign a few consent forms, someone in the lobby shouted out, 'Look! His dick is completely erect!'

After the most humiliating few hours of his life, the locksmith finally unlocked his unit and he made it back home. He thought the worst was past him until he opened up his closet and saw that it was completely empty, all gone except for his trenchcoat. Then, he saw another message waiting for him --

Here's one last gift from me to you. I noticed that your fridge is running out of supplies, so I think it's time for a grocery run! I've left you a trenchcoat to keep you warm when you go outside. But please be a gentleman and hang up your trenchcoat before going grocery shopping. Only a true gentleman will get his clothes back. I'm sure the other shoppers will enjoy seeing your banana on display! xoxo

He looked at his empty closet in despair. He was safely at home but still as naked and exposed nonetheless. At the mercy of his ex-fling, he knew he was going to be embarrassed and nude in front of a lot more people. Grabbing his keys and the coat, he drove to the supermarket feeling dread and excitement for the humiliation to come.

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