The Fishbowl- Part 1

Excited to start this series, and the possibilities are endless for how far I can take it. Should I be nice, or should I be very naughty? Up to time to decide...

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As I opened the blinds, I half expected someone to already be standing outside waiting, but it was a normal day. The sun was shining; a dog was softly barking somewhere a few streets over, and I had the house to myself. Well, at least I did on this side of the front window.

I spent the next few minutes opening the blinds and curtains in every single room in my house. In my bedroom, the office, the dining room, and even the small window in the master closet that never made sense.

My entire place was flooded with natural light, and I would have been loving this if I wasn’t opening the blinds for a specific reason. I wasn’t celebrating the beautiful weather- I was paying up on a bet.

I’d gotten in over my head this year with fantasy football, and I’d joined an online league in addition to one with my friends like I usually did. In that one, I finished near the top of the leader board, bested only by one of my coworkers. We’d celebrated by going out for drinks and having the loser pay for the first round. It was customary to make the guy with the worst record complete some forfeit, but we hadn’t been as imaginative as some other leagues.

In my new league, there was no issue with their imaginations. Well, maybe that wasn’t true- maybe they were too imaginative. I didn’t realize that there was already a forfeit in place until after I was already a few games in, but I’m not sure if it would have really affected me. I knew my football, so I never thought that I would be the one in last place… until it happened.

I’d started the season with two wins and one loss, and then I hit a losing streak that lasted until the last game. That might have just been a pity win though because my fate had already been determined. I was doing the forfeit, and until today, it hadn’t really set in what I would be doing. This league had 18 members, and I didn’t really know where any of them lived. It was just a random site that paired us together, and all I knew was that one guy lived near Washington because he almost lost instead of me because he picked too many mediocre Seahawks players.

It was Saturday morning, and my two-day forfeit began now. The dare seemed simple- The Fishbowl. I would have to open my blinds as soon as I woke up on Saturday, and I wouldn’t be able to close them until midnight on Sunday. During that time, I would not be allowed to wear any clothing, close any doors inside, or even wear a towel after I got done drying off after a shower. I was to be totally exposed the entire time, and there would be random check-ins during the weekend where I would have to send a photo to the group chat. Failure to complete the task during that time would mean that I’d have to complete a new dare on top of this one.

Until my blinds were open, I’d been laughing as I prepared for this. None of these members lived in my town (or at least I assumed that they didn’t), so none of them would stop by to hassle me. As long as no one walked by or looked too closely from the sidewalk, this should be easy. At least that’s what I thought then.

My phone buzzed with a good morning text from the admin of the league.

Good morning, Ian. To start this forfeit, you must now get naked and put your dirty clothes in your hamper. You won’t be able to get dressed again until Sunday when you head to bed. Good luck!

I waited for the check-in to ask for proof, but there wasn’t a follow-up text. Maybe I could just lie and say I’d stripped? How quick would I have to be to just get naked whenever a text came in and take a photo? I almost walked away from my phone when a sense of dread crept in. But how bad would the dare be if I disobeyed?

Knowing that I just didn’t want to risk it, I pulled my t-shirt over my head, shucked off my pajama pants, and stood in the middle of my living room wearing nothing but my boxer briefs. My hands hovered around my waistband before I decided to just say “fuck it” and pushed them to the floor. Stepping out of them, I stood naked in the sunshine before balling up my clothes and heading upstairs.

My bedroom was glowing as I walked inside, and the house already felt warmer as the winter chill began to dissipate in the sunshine. I stood there embracing the warmth when I saw movement outside. I thought it was the tree blowing in the wind, but it was perfectly still beside from a few leaves rustling around. No, that movement was the light catching on something in one of the houses behind me. I shared a fence with that neighbor’s backyard, and he had a large bay window on the second level facing me. Some metallic object was in the room and shining in the sunlight, but as I looked closer to see what it was, I realized to my horror that I could see the homeowner standing there in the middle of the room.

It looked like he was folding laundry, and I knew that I needed to move now before I was seen, but I just stood there as he grabbed the stack of folded clothes and headed over to the window. There must have been a dresser right beside it, and he finally locked eyes with me after putting the clothes away.

We’d chatted a few times before when one of us had been mowing their lawn, but we didn’t really know each other. Now, unless the glare was helping me out, he knew too much about me. Trying to cover my cock with one hand, I awkwardly waved with the other before running out of the room.

This weekend was going to be longer than I thought…