Author's note:
I wouldn't expect it soon, but there may be a Part 2 to this some day... I already have some notes about it in my idea file. In the meantime, I'd love to get your feedback... reactions, fantasies, confessions, and so on.
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I'd been messaging with Allan for a while now. He was so close to committing to joining my club. The idea of it made me hard, and I idly stoked my cock while waiting for him to reply to me.
"I really need to be exposed so hard. I want to give up control, but then I get nervous about it..."
"If you let the BUT rule your life, what'll you regret later?" I typed back. "Anyway, you know the trade-off... we can play a game where it's not likely you'll be exposed, but the smaller the risk, the further you have to go."
"I guess that makes sense."
I knew I had him. Just had to reel him in. "How about a 25% chance of being exposed? I have a special game coming up where one out of four guys will get exposed. It's an in-person game, with the chance of full exposure."
When he started asking for more details I knew he really wanted to do it. So I didn't sugarcoat anything and let him decide for himself. In the end, he was so horny he said he would take part.
"That's great. If you're in, I have a full group. We can do this on Saturday. I'll send you the details once I get in touch with the other guys. To make sure you don't lose your nerve, I strongly suggest you don't jerk off until then."
It was on... this was going to be my coolest game yet.
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I'd been exposing guys on Twitter for almost a year now. Once I had enough followers, I didn't have to do anything, as there were more than enough guys coming to me asking to be exposed. I've always considered myself to be an ethical exposer: I'd never put up anything that I didn't have explicit permission to post, and I would never blackmail or try to manipulate anyone. It's just... some guys get off on being exposed, but they lack the fortitude. I have a strong will, and I really get off of guiding other guys to bend to it.
The online stuff was starting to get a little repetitive, though, which is why I was getting really turned on my setting up IRL situations. Fortunately, as a college senior I was in a place where there were lots of guys who were horny and willing to experiment.
And that's how, on a Saturday afternoon, I had four guys joining me in my dorm room. That made it feel crowded, but that was okay... we were all going to get pretty familiar with each other.
Allan, who I'd been chatting with just a couple days prior, was the first to show up. That meant he was either the most nervous or the most eager. Or maybe both. He was a skinny freshman with short, reddish hair. He told me that he'd grown up in the country and wanted to get out as soon as possible so he wouldn't have to be so afraid of people knowing he was gay.
Rehan, who followed soon after, was also a freshman, and coming from a strict immigrant family, he was also cutting loose in college. He still had some babyfat on him, but he was a handsome young man, with strong features and a thick head of hair.
Ethan was a typical nerd, wearing an anime t-shirt stretched across his belly. He was on the chubby side, but he was still quite cute. I knew from exposing him online already that he got off on being humiliated about his small cock. But before today, he hadn't been committed to showing his face online.
Christopher, who showed up a couple minutes late, was the outlier of the group. He was about five years older than the other guys - older than me even. He must have been a grad student, or have come back to school after doing something else. He was the only one of these guys that was in a relationship, but he had told me that he kept his exposure kink hidden from his girlfriend. He was the biggest exhibitionist of the group, but also quite shy. He'd sent me a lot of nudes, but he didn't want me to post any of them online. I had actually been a bit surprised when he agreed to take part in this. He'd also shared a lot of his fantasies with me, so I was hoping we'd get a chance to explore some of those.
Once they had all arrived, the four guys were eyeing each other as I explained the game to them. "Okay, like I promised, one of you will be exposed today. You've all played some of my other games on twitter, so you know the basic idea... you're going to roll some dice, and I'm going to take some pictures."
I held up my SLR camera. "And they'll be better pictures than whatever you can get trying to hold your camera out at arm's length."
I set that down and picked up four identical USB flash drives that were sitting on my desk. "Here's what we're going to do. We're going to make a set of photos and an information file for each of you and they're going to go on these USB's. And then, I'm going to leave one of these in a place where someone will find it. So they'll have your pictures and videos and information, and it will be theirs to decide what they do with it. Got it?"
The guys were all nodding.
"Feels different than just submitting pictures to a twitter account, right? Okay, you guys are going to do a consent first, so I need each of your Driver's Licenses and Student ID's. Of course, if you're really lucky, they might even get exposed along with you!"
I handed each of them a sheet of paper with a paragraph printed on it. It wasn't one of those bullshit pseudo-legal "contracts" you see all over the internet. It was just a simple acknowledgement that they were here of their own volition, that they wanted me to take pictures and videos of them, and that they accepted there was a risk they would be passed along to persons unknown. Each of the guys printed their names on the sheets and signed them. I set those aside, along with their ID's.
Next, we did a consent video. I handed Christopher another piece of paper, and I took a video of him reading it. "My name is Christopher Wright. I am appearing in this video by my own free will. Whoever finds this USB drive has my consent to use the materials on it in whatever way they see fit, and to share them however they like."
Each of the guys read that for the camera. Allan, who was last, looked flushed with embarrassment as he stammered through it.
"You're really sure, right?" I asked when he was done.