Strip Poker - Part 1

IT BEGAN with a chance notice of an inconspicuous ad in Drummer with the intriguing title "Strip Poker," along with the brief description: "Wanted: five adventurous studs willing to risk all in the ultimate strip poker game. Contact # 1894S." Jack kept coming back to the ad with increasing fascination and curiosity. What would the ultimate strip poker session BE? Only one way to find out*a short letter to "#1894S." Five days brought a reply. There was to be organized a five-member game of strip poker of the ordinary sort except that after any participant had lost all of his clothing he would put his sex organs on the line from nipples to balls. The game would continue until one player had become completely de-sexed. Once begun, there would be no backing down. One would have to be prepared to risk his complete manhood. He might come out on top, or lose only a nipple, or he might lose everything he had. There was also a pot of $10,000 to be divided among those who managed to escape the knife altogether. The more he considered the prospect, the more Jack knew it was the sort of ultimate macho challenge he could not ignore. He felt his generous endowment through his tight jeans and relished the thought of putting it on the line with four other macho studs. He answered the letter the same afternoon and filled out the accompanying information form on his personality and measurements, and enclosed a photo.

It only took three days for a response. He was in luck, the other four participants had already been chosen and his application had been accepted to round out the game. Enclosed with the letter were pictures of the other four gamesmen, including the organizer of the competition, Burt Conway. His cock hardened as he surveyed the competition: Bill Jenkens, an accountant by profession, but also a weight lifter with a great body which was amply revealed by the tight jeans and tee shirt he wore. Jim Larkin, a rather preppy college senior, tennis player and all-around campus jock. And finally, José, a marvelously hunky Hispanic stud who worked on a construction gang which gave him a superbly defined body. Burt included a photo of himself. He was a strikingly handsome Black, stripped to the waist in the color snapshot enclosed. Jack licked his lips in lustful anticipation*not only of the coming challenge, but also of the prospect to seeing these hunks stripped naked before him. Jack himself had nothing to fear from the competition. In his late 20s, he had kept his young body in top shape at the local gym and pool. Few*either men or women*could keep from staring at him in his brief swimstrap. His massive genitals filled the tight pouch to overflowing and left little to the imagination. And the various imaginations were doubtless extreme.

The night of the game was, appropriately, Hallowe'en, to begin precisely at midnight and continue to the end*however that turned out to be. At 11:35 Jack knocked at the door of an ordinary-looking condominium in the suburbs. He was greeted by Burt himself, looking all the more handsome in the flesh. Jack found himself looking impulsively squarely at the well-filled out crotch in his leather pants. "Cocky bastard," he thought as he observed the obvious lack of underwear which allowed the twin globes of his balls and coiled cock to snake halfway down the left leg of his pants. Well, there was one less article of clothing to be lost when the game got on!

Burt introduced him to the other members of tonight's game. There was a sense of electricity as each one's eyes surveyed one another's bodies, imagining what they would be like stripped naked*and more! Each one was also inordinately proud of his young masculinity, proud of the more than adequate genital organs that sprang from their groins. And yet each willing, even obsessed, at the thought of risking his very manhood in a macho challenge where at least one man's sexuality would become history! And each one secretly fondled his own cock and balls in his pants considering the horror that it might be HIS! Jim especially flaunted his little bubble ass and groped himself provocatively in front of the others.

No time was lost. At precisely midnight the first hand was dealt. On a table to the side there was a prominent long-bladed library scissors to be used in the final stages of the game. It took ten minutes for Jim to be the first to lose an article of his clothes*his left sock. Although it was to their advantage to wear a lot of superfluous clothing to forestall being completely stripped, each had felt it an affront to his honor and manhood to do it. So it wasn't long before each man was in a rather precarious state. Jim was down to his briefs; Bill, to his skivvies and tee shirt; José still retained his pants; Burt was in the best shape with both shirt and pants still intact. Jack himself had both jeans and jockstrap on. On the next hand, Bill lost his tee shirt and joined Jim in being down to the last vestige of defense against impending mutilation. Jack was hoping it would be Jim. Ever since they had met he had wanted to do in the cocky little son of a bitch, putting on those college airs and flaunting his undeniable sexual attraction. He had his way! The next hand deprived Jim of his nylon briefs. "Oh, shit " he said as Bill and Burt together reached down and tore the flimsy cloth concealing his ample genitals. There was an audible sigh as they saw the fleshy young dong flop forth and the two hefty eggs plop down on the chair between his spread legs. Now, things were getting interesting! Jim was spared for the time being; the next hand took away José's pants, leaving him with just a pair of jockey shorts and an increasing worried look.

Despite playing as carefully and conservatively as he could, Jim lost the next hand. His cockiness had long-since vanished. He began to whine and plead: "Hey, man, you aren't really going to go through with this, are you? It was just a fantasy game, right?" "Yeah, right, Burt sneered, "O.K., get 'em guys." Both Bill and Jack got an arm lock on Jim and forced his head back, allowing his handsome nearly hairless chest to push forward exposing his two ripe little nipples. Burt reached for the scissors and brought the right nipple between the blades and slowly snipped it off to an accompanying shrill cry from Jim's gaping mouth. A little medication soon stopped the blood and the game continued with a rather unwilling Jim. But it was made clear to him that anyone who dropped out now would be completely castrated on the spot. He was in.

In short order the game got increasingly interesting: Both Bill and José lost their briefs and joined Jim in vulnerable nakedness. Burt contributed his shirt and was down to his leather pants. Jack was reduced to his jockstrap. Whether it was do to nervousness or lack of experience, Jim soon surrendered his second nipple and was becoming terrified at the next prospect. But either through self confidence or simple bad luck, it was Bill who lost the next two hands and with them, both of his stiff protruding nipples from his heaving hairy chest. He took it like a man, scarcely uttering a cry as the scissors closed around the rosy round tits and snipped them away. The next hand depantsed Burt, leaving his huge black genitals swinging loose between his muscular thighs as Jack and Bill joyfully ripped the zipper open and pealed off the tight leather from his legs. Now, only Jack had the slightest advantage. The game had suddenly become real!

To Be Continued