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At a sleepover in junior high we dared our friend to strip down to his underwear…you know, homoerotic pubescent stuff. He comes out from the other room completely naked and gyrating, saying “You got more than you bargained for!”
This girl asked her friend to dare someone to have unprotected sex with her. When he received the dare he literally just got up and walked out the house. Then the girl gets drunk, tries it on with a few guys there (to which they all rejected), confessed her love to another guy there, threatened to kill herself, then fell asleep.
When a guy I didn’t know was dared to jack off under a blanket and finish while everyone watched. Everyone watched…
At a party someone asked “Who gave you the best blowjob ever?” hoping to get a compliment. Instead, we found out that the man had received a BJ from every woman there and one of the men. That started a long chain of “Wait Bob had sex with Sally? When?” etc. Names changed, feelings were hurt.
My friends little brother (9 or 10 years old) came in and dared one of the girls to slit her finger open, put a paperclip into her finger then stick that paperclip into an electrical outlet while it was still in her finger. After we told him no he offered a replacement dare, which was to go down the street and burn down the church.
It was around 1998 or so. My buddy had gotten kicked out of his house, and had emotional issues stemming from living with narcissists, Tourettes Syndrome, and being an introvert. He was also having “girl trouble”, as he was the sort of guy who would fall HARD in love with any girl who gave him the time of day, let alone showed any interest in him.
Anywho, my family took him in and let him crash there for a few weeks while his folks came to their senses. He’s laying on the floor of my room, and I know he wants to talk about his issues. But he’s the sort of person that wants the cover of it “being a game” in case he says something that someone is put off by. So, in order to let him get something off his chest, I asked him “Truth or Dare?” and it starts probably 3 or so hours of him talking about his shit.
Now, I’ve gotta work in the morning, and by this time he’s just rehashing shit he’s already said. So in an effort to attempt to get some sleep, I tell him “either you pick Dare, or I roll over and ignore your ass”. Still to this day, I don’t know why he did it… But he picked Dare.
I had just gotten over being sick, with bad bronchitis. Sitting on my nightstand is a jar of Vicks Vap-o-Rub. Trying to think of something that would end this, without blatantly telling him “I dare you to STFU so I can sleep” I spy the bottle on my little nightstand and I backhand swat it to him.
“I dare you to rub this on your scrotum.”
He looks at it, unscrews the cap, and sniffs the bottle. Dunno if it was to verify it was genuine Vicks, or if he’d never used it before, but he did. Then he asked me how much to use.
“Two fingers in the jar, run them around the inside.”
He does so and comes up with an amount equivalent to a golf ball. I see his hand disappear down into the sleeping bag and see motions that are indicative of someone playing with their balls. He pulls his hand out, sniffs it again, and asks “What’s that supposed to dooooAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
His eyes go wide, he clutches his junk, and curls into the fetal position. I’m burying my face in my pillow because I’m laughing so hard I can’t breathe. I don’t want to wake up my parents across the hall, so I’m muffling as much laughter as I can while my friend lies in agony.
Finally I get enough air in my lungs to tell him to go wash it off. My friend proceeds to stand up in the sleeping bag and bunny-hop down the hall to the bathroom. I hear the sounds of the faucet being turned on full-blast followed by a very relieved “AHHHHHHH” come from the bathroom.
About five minutes go by and my buddy comes back into my room, sleeping bag over his shoulder and hand around his crotch. He’s taking baby-steps as he comes back to the spot on the floor he was at before, lays down, and mumbles softly “It didn’t help.”
Many, many years later I force him to revisit this particularly shameful incident when I make him a Vicks Cake for his 30th birthday.
We’re still friends. He’s like a brother to me.
There was a time we were playing truth or dare in a hot tub. A girl friend of ours had dared me to get hard in front of everyone. So I get up out of the tub and start playing with myself. Then from around the corner of the house I get a flashlight in my face.
That was the time I masturbated in front of a police officer.
Friend got dared by his girlfriend to have sex with her in the other room and finish inside her (no birth control). He refused, they broke up, we found out it was a setup she had planned to get herself preggies and force him to marry her. Strange night.
“Bet you can’t jump that ditch.” Four hours later the guy had dislocated one of shoulders the doctor told us.
In my first or second year of UNI my group of friends and I were having a get together after finals ended. Considering finals had just ended and it was only about 7 of us, consuming alcohol seemed like the go to activity.
So once the buzz started to hit us one of my friends tried to start a game of spin the bottle, but being a group of three couples and one single guy we decided to play truth or dare instead.
Like all truth or dare games it started out pretty innocently (Take more shots, who’s your celebrity crush, ect), but eventually things turned a bit weird. Our one single guy decided to dare one of the girls to lick whipped cream off of his schlong, and with a reluctant nod from her boyfriend she got to action. Or…at least tried to.
Once she took off the dude’s pants and saw his (well) hung appendage she yells “Damn I’ve never seen one this big!” And before she could even uncap the whipped cream her boyfriend was swinging full force at the guy.
Me and my other friend had to get in between a half naked guy and a drunk ape, and by the time we split them up everyone was uncomfortable as hell.
After we resolved it and me and my girlfriend started leaving I just remember her leaning up to my ear and telling me “She knew her boyfriend was self conscious about his dick.”
Probably 20years old at the time. Gf her sister and girl cousin from Germany were in the car. Cousin says let’s play and so we all said OK. All fun and games till we pull over into a McDonald’s parking lot and I get dared to walk in and order fries in my underwear. They drove off and I had to borrow the phone to call my gf to make them come back for me. Saw all the tits though, so it was worth it.
I found out my fiance’s bachelorette party was basically an orgy. I found out years later from someone who was in attendance. I think the fun began as a Truth or Dare game. A co-worker of my wife’s ate her out. Two men staying on the same hotel floor fucked my wife-to-be and her friend. I had no idea until after our divorce. It’s funny…my bachelor party was so tame. We grilled and walked downtown to a couple bars and were back by midnight. Who knew?
At my first job, back when I was a teenager, about 6 of us were playing this mid-shift. 3 girls, 3 guys. It was barely starting to get risqué and one of the guys is asked “have you ever masturbated to thoughts of a coworker?” And he says yes.
This is as juicy as it’s gotten, so we latch onto it. The next time around, he’s asked if he’s masturbated to anyone else playing. He says yes. Next round, he’s asked to name which of us he’s jerked it to. He looks at us one by one, then says “all of you.” The guys all got flustered as hell, they’d never even realized they were on the roster.
I think my most exciting game of truth or dare was cut down in its prime when a guy dared his girlfriend to flash everyone and then broke down crying because now everyone had seen her bikini zone and he no longer felt special.
When I was 17, I was “studying” with a girl who started a game of truth or dare with me. I hadn’t kissed since 4th grade, and we were clearly into each other. The game started with me as the asker. She chose dare. Me being the naive, socially awkward individual that I am, dared her to touch the bottom of my family’s shared toilet (which was actually really clean). She resisted, but eventually did it. When my turn came around I chose dare, it was only fair to do so after what I just put her through. She dared me to finger her. At the moment I was ecstatic. As we made our way to the sauna adjoining the bathroom a rush of terror came over me. I had no idea how to do what I was about to do. I’d basically never kissed, and now I was about to finger this chick. Anyways, we get into the sauna and its pitch black. I feel around and find her pelvic region. As I work my way down I try to recollect the very few pornos I’d seen to that point. I start feeling around and wiggling my finger side to side. She jerked her whole body back and exclaimed, “too low!” I quickly realized that I had fingered the wrong hole. And slide it (the same finger) up to her vag. After about 10 seconds she said I was doing it too hard, and about 20 seconds later she stopped me completely. Needless to say, it was a short lived study session.
We told her she had to kiss the dog, we didn’t think she was going to use tongue. After that we just didn’t want to play anymore.
This is a growing up pre-internet disclaimer. Seeing boobs was elusive if you had no access to a “porn stash”. I didn’t. So you’d see them in movies…and no pausing them mind you. No VCR. You’d see the boobs then poof their gone. So over my friends house when I was 13 his older stepsister and her friend were bored and actually talking to us. They were 15. It just started. I had never played before, but I knew the rules. We had a round of Truths. Then Dares. I dared my friends stepsister to flash her boobs. SHE DID!. Real boobs. It was magical. I got dared to strip naked. All the way naked. I did very reluctantly. I had a boner and out of nowhere the stepsister touches it and instant launch. It was awful. There were screams of “ewww” and gross. She shoved me and I fell backwards. It wasn’t a good ending to what could have been a spectacular evening.
A few years ago now my friends and I all decided to try and make jello shots for the first time. We added way too much vodka to them but we all felt obligated to finish them. We took the empty handle of Smirnoff and one of my friends decided to play truth or dare spin the bottle. With all of us pretty trashed already it seemed like a good idea.
For the first few rounds it was all fine, pretty normal stuff; take a shot, go outside and eat some snow (it was winter break). But then one friend, let’s call him Kevin, decided to dare one of the girls to take off her top. Now no one at the party was single, and everyone’s respective partner was in attendance, which will be important later.
The girl Kevin asked to take her top off decided to play along and that was fine. But her boyfriend, we’ll call him Kyle, seemed to get jealous because he then made it his mission to get Kevin’s girlfriend naked. Every time it was Kyle’s turn he would find a way to target Kevin’s girlfriend. The bottle pointed to me at one point and he dared me to take off Kevin’s girlfriend’s bra (of course I did it being a team player). It didn’t take long for Kevin to pick up on this so he started to target Kyle’s girlfriend for the same purpose.
I should also mention that truth became all but ruled out around this time because anyone who opted for it would be ridiculed for choosing the “pussy option”.
Eventually Kevin, Kyle, their girlfriends (call them Emily and Lucy respectively), and everyone else in the circle, 8 of us total, we’re down to nothing but underwear bottoms. Kevin gets a turn and dares Lucy to let him take off her panties. She blushes and and tries to say no but everyone begins to cheer for her to do it. Eventually she gets up, walks over to Kevin, and he just rips off her panties and immediately buries his face in her crotch and she starts to moan and stays on his face. The room goes silent, Emily gets up and storms out of the room.
Apparently Lucy and Kevin had been cheating with each other. Kyle had been suspicious but didn’t want to risk accusing Lucy without proof. Obviously this let the cat out of the bag and what followed were some very choice words and us never hanging out with Kevin or Lucy again.
This was at a birthday party in middle school. A late-blooming boy chose “truth” and was asked if he had pubes. He was silent for what seemed like forever, then said “no” softly, causing the room to erupt with laughter. He began to cry and had to leave the room. He didn’t come out for HOURS. He had a girlfriend at the party so I’m sure it added to the embarrassment.
We (3 guys and 3 girls) were all in the hottub at this chick’s house playing ‘Truth or Dare’, and I get dared to go mash my dick/balls up against her parents’ bedroom window. Granted, it’s like 1am, and the whole house is completely dark, so I thought it would be no big deal.
Get out of the hottub, run over to the window, drop my suit, and smash my junk up against the window for a few moments. Then, in the reflective light of the pool, I catch a glimpse of her parents sitting right inside the window, watching us from inside. They didn’t even blink, just just watched me. It was fucking terrifying. TERRIFYING. Like, I saw them for a split fucking second as the light passed over the glass, just inches away from my mashed up dick on the other side of the window. Something from a horror movie. I gasped and ran back to the hottub, got back in, and just sat there in complete silence.
A couple minutes later, her dad comes outside laughing, hands me a beer, and then reminisces with all of us for a minute about the crazy shit he did when he was a kid.
I’ve never felt a shock like I did when I saw their faces. It still haunts me sometimes, but it all turned out better than expected.
I was at my first ever house party. I was pretty drunk, didn’t really know many people there and wanted to impress. So naturally, when we were playing truth or dare and someone dared me to strip to my boxers and run around the garden (fully expecting me not to do it and to instead take the forfeit of five tequila shots), I actually did it. Instead of cheers of “haha, he actually did it the madman” everyone just thought I was some sort of weird pervert and hardly anyone would talk to me for the rest of the party.
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My husband was
out of town on business, so it seemed like a good time to let our youngest have
a slumber party. They behaved themselves
pretty well, I was upstairs in the master suite, they were in the family room,
and I could barely hear them.
About 10:30 I
went down to check on them before I turned in.
My daughter and
one of her friends were kneeling off to one side, while the three others were
sitting together.
“Ok, over with
them, you know what to do.”
”Truth or dare,
you still play that?”
“Did you ever
play it Mrs. Patterson?”
“I think the
last time was my sophomore year in college.”
“Let’s just say
that several bottles of wine were involved. Well, you girls have fun.”
“Yes Mom, we
all have to be dressed the same.”
“The other
mothers didn’t have any problems mom.”
“OK, I think
that your father’s tee shirts might fit as loosely as yours. But it might not
be as long.”
“As long as it
covers your butt Mom.”
Ten minutes
later I was back in the family room.
“You’re the
last one Mrs. Patterson.”
“Same question
that we all had Mrs. Patterson.”
“That’s all
right Mrs. Patterson, my mom chickened out too.”
“OK, OK, what
kind of dares did you guys get?”
“Just pick a
card from the bag Mrs. Patterson.”
“That way
everybody gets the same treatment.”
“Wait, now that
your Mom is here, that makes it an even number, and we could do teams.”
“Yeah mom, we
pair up and work as teams to get out of the hogtie.”
“OK, but just
how do we get out of the handcuffs?”
“Each team will
put a key someplace.”
“Everybody will
see where all the keys are, so nobody has an advantage.”
“Almost sounds
like this isn’t your first time for this.”
“Actually, my
grandmother came up with most of the rules.”
“She said it
was how they did it way back in the 50s.”
“Next you’ll be
telling me that she did this handcuff hogtie escape game.”
“No, her
arthritis was too bad for her to get her arms behind her back. She just sort of
supervised.”
“But we did tie
her hands in front to her ankles and gagged her.”
“My mom was
kind of upset when we took her blindfold off and she saw her mother tied up.”
“She told my
mom that what upset her was that your grandmother’s skirt was all the way up to
her hips, and it didn’t seem to bother her”
“OK, but it
sounds like a story to me. Obviously I’m the rookie here. But, we might as well
get started.”
“Everybody
happy with where the keys are?”
“Where did you
get all these handcuffs?”
“Party City,
they sell them with all the other party games and toys.”
“Really, wonder
for what kind of parties?”
“What’s the
shoelace on the chain for?”
“Oh, I see,
keeps you from really moving your arms around, really snugs them against your
back.” 
“OK, on your
belly Mom, just like Sue and Judy.”
“How about if
one member of each team is blindfolded?”
“I guess its
OK, but I don’t think that I’ll be much use to you.” 
“All you have
to do is lie there and let me unlock your cuffs after I get the key”
“Well, I guess
that I can handle that.”
And so my
daughter was soon lying next to me, hands cuffed behind her back, tied to her
back by a shoelace around her waist, her ankles cuffed together, and pulled up
to a nice right angle. We looked almost identical, except for the fact that my
pantiehose covered butt was showing.
“Really Mom,
everybody knows that being gagged is part of being hogtied.”
Well at least
we were almost identical again, we each had a nice big scarf knot tied firmly
in our mouth.
OK, that shot
my daughter’s plan all to hell. Now I would have to somehow get her blindfold
off so she could get the key and unlock my cuffs.
At least I
could watch as Samantha hogtied and gagged herself. Surprisingly easy with
cuffs and attached shoelaces. She simply tied the cuffs together, tied the
waist rope, gagged herself, knelt down, cuffed her ankles together, laid down
on her stomach. Snapped the cuffs around her wrists, and she was hogtied and
gagged just like the rest of us.
As soon as she
was done, we all started.
I tried to get
to Alice, but moving around was even harder than I had imagined.
I was able to
make some progress and enough noise so that she could home in on me. After a few
minutes I managed to get her blindfold off.
Unfortunately,
the other teams were well on their way to the keys.
By the time
that Alice reached ours, Samantha had already got Jane’s wrist cuffs off.
I think that
they had an unfair advantage over me. Their 13 and 14 year old breasts were
smaller and firmer than my 43 year old ones, and provided much less resistance
to movement than mine did.
But by the time
it was over, their shirts had worked their way up past their hips too, so all
our p
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