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"Bankruptcy barrel" - From an italian tikoker called martinick.

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THEO JAMES The Time Traveler's Wife "Episode #1.5"

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TOM WISDOM Dominion 2.01 "Heirs of Salvation"

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From "Hraj Neco"

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Keeping his helmet on his other more sensitive head

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*Nacho enters hesitantly in the medical office. He’s a sweet, friendly-looking guy, but a little awkward. His body is lean and toned, but not excessively muscular: smooth chest, slightly defined abs, slim legs. He’s wearing a tight white tank top, dark green shorts, and worn-out sneakers. His black hair is naturally messy.)*

**NACHO:** *Uh… hi, doc. I’m here about my shoulder. It’s been hurting when I make certain movements…*

*(The physiotherapist, a tall man with a serious demeanor, looks up from his computer. He stares at Nacho for a long moment, squinting slightly.)*

**PHYSIOTHERAPIST:** *(low voice, tinged with resentment)* *Ah… it’s you.*

*(Nacho hesitates for a second, confused.)*

**NACHO:** *Huh?*

*(The physiotherapist doesn’t elaborate. After a moment of tense silence, he slowly stands up and gestures toward Nacho with his chin.)*

**PHYSIOTHERAPIST:** *Show me your muscles.*

*(Nacho misinterprets the request. Nodding with a small, nervous smile, he raises his arm and flexes his bicep with conviction, trying to look natural but only managing to seem a little ridiculous.)*

**NACHO:** *(embarrassed, but trying to joke about it)* *Well, I’m no bodybuilder, but… here you go.*

*(The physiotherapist observes him silently for a few seconds. Then he slowly nods, with the faintest hint of a smirk.)*

**PHYSIOTHERAPIST:** *I’ve seen enough.*

*(Without warning, the physiotherapist grabs Nacho’s tank top with both hands and, with a single, forceful tug, rips it down the middle. The fabric tears like wet paper and is yanked off in one swift motion, leaving Nacho’s torso suddenly exposed to the clinic’s air conditioning.)*

**NACHO:** *(jerks back, instinctively covering his chest with his hands)* *WHAT THE—!?*

*(But the physiotherapist isn’t done. With the same brutality, he grabs the waistband of Nacho’s shorts and yanks them down with a sharp pull, making them slide down his legs. Before Nacho can react, another quick motion pulls his underwear down too, stripping him completely in one fluid movement. The boy is now stark naked, standing frozen in place, his eyes wide in pure shock.)*

*(His body, though lean and well-proportioned, is now exposed in every detail: smooth skin, nipples slightly stiff from the cold, a well-groomed but not fully shaved pubic area. His penis hangs limply between his legs, slightly shrunken from the sudden temperature change. It takes Nacho a long moment to process what just happened. Then, with a strangled gasp, he instinctively covers himself with both hands, desperately trying to hide his junk)*

**NACHO:** *(his voice trembling, whispering like he just lost his soul)* *What the fuck…?*

*(But the physiotherapist isn’t done yet. With ruthless efficiency, he kneels and yanks off Nacho’s sneakers and socks, leaving him completely naked from head to toe.)*

*(Now Nacho stands there, naked as the day he was born, breathing fast, his face burning with humiliation. The physiotherapist watches him calmly, without a hint of embarrassment, like he’s evaluating a piece of meat at the grocery store.)*

**PHYSIOTHERAPIST:** *(scanning him from head to toe, in a neutral tone)* *Hm. Pretty proportional. A little scrawny, but not bad.*

*(Nacho flinches, pressing his legs and hands even tighter together in a desperate attempt to cover himself.)*

*(Before Nacho can even think about running, the physiotherapist grabs him firmly. One hand clamps around his neck, the other around his feet. Then, with a sudden, unnatural motion, he begins to stretch him.)*

*(Nacho’s body elongates as if it were made of rubber. His neck extends, his legs stretch out. His eyes widen in panic. The physiotherapist is squeezing his throat too tightly for him to scream)*

*(His limbs stretch, his torso bends unnaturally. Nacho tries to kick, to move his hands, but his body is completely at the mercy of the physiotherapist.)*

*(After stretching him to a ridiculous length, the physiotherapist nods in satisfaction and shifts his approach. He begins rolling him up. Nacho’s limbs fold, his torso compresses, his neck retracts into his body. He is literally being molded like clay in the hands of an expert sculptor. Within moments, he is no longer human: he is a compact cube, smooth, perfectly uniform. His eyes, nose and muscles remain visible on the surface on the cube)*

*(Nacho’s cube-eyes blink slowly. His mouth opens weakly, but no sound escapes. He is trapped. Helpless. Finished.)*

*(The physiotherapist contemplates the cube for a moment, then, without hesitation, lifts his foot and rests it on top of him, using him as a footrest. Nacho can do nothing but feel his captor’s weight pressing down on him casually.)*

**PHYSIOTHERAPIST:** *(with a faint smirk)* *You know, Nacho… I wondered if you’d ever recognize me.*

*(Nacho-cube’s eyes dart around frantically. No, no, no… who the hell is this guy?*)

**PHYSIOTHERAPIST:** *Back in high school. You and your friends used to laugh when I practiced for the gymnastics competition. You called me "The Contortionist"…* *(nods, with a tone dripping with fake understanding)* *But you didn’t think I knew, did you?*

*(Nacho-cube’s eyes widen in pure dread. Maybe, once, he had joked about him… but he was never cruel! He didn’t deserve this!)*

**PHYSIOTHERAPIST:** *(satisfied sigh)* *Now we’re even.*

*(He smiles, closes his eyes, and relaxes, still using Nacho as a footrest.)*

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Thomas is in his element. Stretched out in the bathtub, surrounded by steam and foam, his body submerged up to his chest, with one foot lazily sticking out of the water like a buoy floating in the ocean. Eyes closed, head resting back, wet skin glistening under the dim bathroom light. But most importantly, his long, soaked brown hair clings to his neck and shoulders, wild and messy like a little lion’s mane.

Everything is perfect. The water is warm, the room is silent, life is beautiful—

***BAM!***

The door flies open like the fucking FBI just raided the place. Thomas jerks, heart racing, eyes wide.

And there she is. His mother. Wearing that smug little smile only mothers can pull off—the kind that says, *I do what I want because I gave birth to you.*

And right next to her, *him.*

Esteban. The rival. The antagonist. His lifelong nemesis in sports, grades, parties, and women. He leans casually against the doorway, exuding that effortless asshole confidence, his perfectly messy blond hair looking like he has a personal hairstylist on standby 24/7.

"Sweetheart!" his mother chirps, using the same tone one might use for a toddler. "Look who came to see you!"

Thomas’ muscles tighten.

Esteban smirks, eyes scanning the situation before tilting his head, voice dripping with fake affection.

"Oh, would you look at that! My little lion cub! So cute and drenched in his tiny bath!"

Thomas grits his teeth.

"So, *buddy*… let’s talk about *Jessica*."

Thomas’ brain catches fire. *Jessica*. The girl Esteban had been chasing for weeks. The girl *he*—and only *he*—had made out with.

Esteban chuckles. "Oh yeah, I heard you… *made a move* on her the other night. I’d love to hear your side of the story."

Thomas snaps. Growling like the fucking lion Esteban keeps mocking him as, he shoots up from the tub, water cascading down his body like a goddamn fury unleashed.

Now he’s standing, chest heaving, shoulders tense, his long, soaked hair clinging to his face and neck like a wild mane. Water drips from his skin, highlighting every detail of his wet, furious frame.

Foam slides down his thighs.

Then further down.

Then all the way down to his big, wet, unmistakable dick

Esteban tilts his head, raising an eyebrow. That smug grin somehow gets even worse.

With the calmness of someone who *knows* he’s ruining your life, he nods downward and says:

"Thomas… you do realize your slimy little bird just took flight, right?"

Silence.

Thomas looks down.

OH. FUCK.

He doesn’t hesitate. With the desperate speed of a man trying to salvage what little dignity he has left, Thomas dives back into the foam, sinking into the water like a fucking submarine in emergency retreat. The splash is massive, bubbles fly everywhere, and he ends up half-submerged, only his mortified face sticking out.

His mother? She laughs.

"Oh, boys, you’re just *adorable!*" she coos, voice way too cheerful. "Do you want some cookies? Or maybe you’d like to take a bath *together*?"

Thomas stares at her, already emotionally deceased.

Esteban laughs.

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Man walks on the street of New York wearing just a carton box

Location: United States (New York City) 🇺🇸 Year: 2020 Genre: Walk of Shame

A young white man was spotted walking on the pavement barefoot and without clothes, covering his private parts with a carton box.

It is not known why the man was walking like this. He could have had his clothes stolen or it was a bad date? Or a prank from friends? He doesn't look much embarrassed, but he must have felt pretty stupid walking like this.

Especially when his buttocks started to show...:

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From: How I survived Ghostface

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THEO JAMES The Time Traveler's Wife "Episode #1.5"

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Chad Michael Murray

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When you're just enjoying the sun in your natural state but find the whole neighborhood is watching you and your dick in the wind

Quando ti stai solo godendo il sole nel tuo stato naturale ma scopri che tutto il vicinato sta guardando te e il tuo pisello al vento.

From a funny tiktok video of the creator "Martinick"

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From "Hraj neco"