By Mary Kwite
Copyright 2021 by Mary Kwite, all rights reserved
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I set everything up the way Ms. Connor instructed. It took me most
of the day, and I was annoyed that I only had enough time to jerk off
three times before the presentations were ready to start. I didn’t even
have time to figure out what happened to my private video stash and
live feeds on the network. Everything disappeared somehow. But I knew
that I had to keep up appearances that I was doing nothing but helping
Ms. Connor and the cheerleaders right now. My plot to put them all
under my thumb would have to wait. I was so close I could taste it. My
dick twitched in my pants just thinking about it.
I set up the
cameras the way she wanted and showed the idiot cheerleaders how to aim
them and zoom in and out. I even managed to teach one of them how to
change what camera’s shot would display on the big video screens on
either side of the stage. It should have taken two minutes, but it took
more like thirty. Good thing these cheerleaders are so hot. At least
they can marry some rich dude to take care of them. Once I had my way
with them, first!
When I was done, I found Ms. Connor in the
wings and told her that everything was ready. She stroked my dick like
the slut she is and asked me to stay back in the wings with her just in
case anything went wrong. The ditz would never be able to fix anything
herself. Of course, I bit my tongue and agreed.
“Thank you, Eugene,” Ms. Connor said, “I don’t know how the team will ever repay you for all you’re doing.”
“No
problem, Ms. Connor,” Eugene said, “Anything for the team. You know
that. Oh, and I set the stage up for sound. You won’t need microphones.”
“Oh! That’s brilliant, Eugene. Why didn’t I think of that?”
‘Because you’re blonde and hot,’ I thought to myself.
I
knew Annie was supposed to present her stupid volcano before that hot
Spanish cheerleader, Laia’s presentation. But I didn’t see Annie
anywhere, or her cheesy volcano.
The stage door opened, and a hot black-haired chick came in. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ I thought to myself.
“Sorry I’m late, Ms. Connor. I’m so nervous, I had to go pee again.” The girl said.
“No problem, Annie,” Ms. Connor said, “Eugene was just finishing up everything.”
“Oh, hi Eugene! Thanks for getting everything ready! Sorry I wasn’t around to help you.”
I was stunned. This hot chick was Annie? My Annie? I was speechless.
I
heard Mr. Jackson talking to the assembly over the loudspeakers. He was
out in front of the curtain, which was still closed. I felt my self
being pulled out onto the stage. When I came to my senses, I realized
that Ms. Connor grabbed me by the elbow.
“Oh, shit, Eugene!” she
said as she pulled me to the center of the stage. “What the fuck is
that rope doing hanging there? Help me get rid of it. Step up on the
platform.”
She pulled me up onto the platform. My shoulder
rubbed her tit as she did. I nearly fainted, but I managed to reach up
and try to grab the rope. In a split-second Ms. Connor turned me around
and my face was between her gorgeous titties. Before I knew it she had
my wrists secured to cuffs over my head.
“What the fuck?” I asked.
“Just
shut the fuck up, you creepy little shit. I know what you’ve been up to
and if you don’t play along, you’re going to be in deep shit.”
She
pointed to back to the wings and I saw two cops talking to Annie and my
mom. What the fuck was Mom doing here? Then the school nurse joined
them wearing her usual short, tight nurse’s uniform. I tugged at the
cuffs at my wrists, but I couldn’t get free.
Ms. Connor
explained what she knew and that the cops were ready to arrest me for
possession of child porn. If I didn’t go along with whatever was
happening here, I was going right to jail. My mom was in on everything.
I still had no idea what the fuck the nurse was doing there, but I
thought I should just keep my mouth shut and see what happened.
She left me there and Annie walked out on the stage. She didn’t say anything to me. All I heard was Principal Jackson.
“And now we have Annie Hanson’s presentation on Aberrant Sexual Behavior in Teen Boys.”
What
the fuck? I tugged at my cuffs again, but I was stuck. I thought about
screaming but one look at the two cops in the wings shut me up. I was
stuck. The curtains opened and I was hit with bright stage lighting. I
couldn’t see much beyond the table that was set up in the orchestra pit
for the science project judges.
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I was
never more nervous in my whole life. No matter how many times I went to
the bathroom, I still felt like I was going to pee my panties. Well, if
I had any panties on. So much had happened in the last 24 hours. I went
from a geeky hippie-chick to a sexy cheerleader. Me! A cheerleader! Wow!
It
was the first time I was ever anywhere with no panties on. And this
dress was so short! All day long I felt like I was showing my cunny off
to everybody. My bald cunny that my mom took me to have waxed last
night. I never felt so naked.
Then there was Ms. Connor making
sure I had a proper ‘shine’ all day. It felt so good when she licked my
bald little cunny, but she didn’t let me orgasm. She said it would ruin
it. I never thought much about masturbating or sex, especially in
school. But I knew that I needed to relieve this tension as soon as
this presentation was over. Shine or no shine, whatever a shine is,
anyway.
The curtain opened and I saw the judges looking up at
me. Ms. Connor told them in advance that the topic of my project
changed. She said cheerleaders always got away with anything with a
pretty smile and wink. So far, so good. Nobody objected and here I was
on stage with Eugene tied with his hands over his head. He was such a
creep and I wanted to get even with him for all the naughty things he
was doing to Ms. Connor and my new teammates.
I cleared my
throat and started my presentation by introducing myself. The audience
murmured, not believing it was really me up here. I hardly believed it
myself.
“You all know Eugene Cottrell, here who has been
assisting me with this project for several weeks. Don’t worry, he’s
perfectly safe as Nurse Hatchet, who will assist me today, will
confirm.”
Nurse Hatchet walked out onto stage, swinging her hips
like a runway model. She came to the center of the stage to attest to
Eugene’s safety and explain her role and then stood on Eugene’s left
side.
“Eugene’s mother, Mrs. Pat Cottrell will also assist.
She has given her consent to Eugene’s participation and will assist in
some of the demonstrations.”
Mrs. Cottrell nervously came up to the center of the stage.
“I… I swear that Eugene is participating with his and my consent,” she said and moved to stand on Eugene’s right.
After
saying that we had law enforcement representatives present to observe
that nothing unlawful was taking place, I explained to the audience
that my project was to demonstrate the physical harm that could occur
to teen boys by exposure to pornography and frequent masturbation and
some controversial methods to reverse the damage. The auditorium
erupted in laughter.
I heard Eugene begging with his mother, but
she just kept shushing him and pointing over to the police officers in
the wings. I’m not sure if what they were saying could be heard by the
loud audience. But, eventually, he stopped.
“First, you will notice how under-developed Eugene is compared to boys his age…”
As
I spoke, Mrs. Cottrell demonstrated. When I said that the subject will
display lack of body hair, she yanked his shirt up over the cuffs and
pointed to his bare chest and armpits. She pulled his shoes and socks
off as I explained that this was due to imbalances caused by hormones
released while viewing pornography and masturbating. I didn’t know if
any of this was true or not. I just said what Ms. Connor told me to.
We
couldn’t see from the stage, but I knew that the audience could see
close up video of Eugene’s hairless body parts that were being revealed
on the big screen TVs on each side of the stage.
I was happy
that the audience calmed down. I think they wanted to see just how far
this would go. Or maybe they were thinking about what it would feel
like to be in Eugene’s place right now. Anyway, it helped calm my
nerves and I was able to continue.
Eugene’s Jeans came down and
he was left in his tighty-whities. He was visibly relieved when his
mother stepped away without removing them. I pointed out his hairless
legs.
“Next we’re going to demonstrate the physical effects of
excessive masturbation on reproductive health,” I explained, “First,
Mrs. Cottrell will give you some background information.”
Mrs.
Cottrell stepped forward and said, “Eugene has a terrible problem and I
hope that today’s presentation will help him. He masturbates at home
four or five times a day on school days and many more on weekends. Even
when I walk in on him, he can’t seem to stop himself. I also found out
recently that he masturbates several times a day here in school.”
“MOM! No! I don’t!” Eugene screamed.
Mrs. Cottrell went back to her place next to Eugene. I waited for the laughter to stop before I continued.
“My
first hypothesis is that this extremely excessive masturbation will
manifest itself in arrested penis and testicle development. In order to
assure you all and law enforcement that we are proceeding with consent.
Mrs. Cottrell will be the one to remove Eugene’s underwear to see if my
first hypothesis is correct.”
Mrs. Cottrell went behind Eugene and grabbed the leg bands of his underwear. She waited a few seconds, as instructed.
Eugene turned his head to his mother and begged, “Mom! You can’t let them see my little peepee!”
She
tugged them down to his ankles and off. Eugene was completely naked in
front of the entire school. He crossed his legs to keep his secret
covered.
“NO!! How could you?” he screamed.
I motioned to
the wings and Ms. Connor brought out two stands, putting one under each
of Eugene’s knees. His legs were spread wide and pushed up above his
waist, completely exposing his underdeveloped, hairless penis and
testicles. I knew that the large video screens were zoomed in tightly
on his humiliating little peepee, as he called it.
I could see the judges looking back and forth from the stage to the video screen, taking lots of notes.
I continued, “Nurse Hatchet will now examine Eugene’s penis and testicles and tell us what she finds.”
The nurse took a minute to handle Eugene’s obviously tiny penis and testicles and measure them. She then turned to the audience.
“My
examination is inconclusive. Eugene’s penis is only semi-erect. He must
have a full erection for proper measurements to take place,” she
explained.
“Well,” I said, “Mrs. Cottrell can attest that Eugene
frequently masturbated to pictures he took of her in her underwear. In
order to further our experiment and prove my hypothesis correct, she
will now strip to her underwear to elicit a full erection from her son.”
Mrs.
Cottrell stood open mouthed for a moment. This was one of the details
that Ms. Connor left out when she explained her plan Eugene’s mother. I
thought she would storm off the stage at this point and ruin
everything, but she saw the cops there and realized she was stuck. I
couldn’t believe it, but she started stripping right there in front of
the whole school.
My cunny was dripping as she got down to her
lacy black girdle, cream-colored panties and black stockings. The
girdle went from her shoulders down to her hips. Her nipples were
covered, but the girdle left plenty of cleavage showing. It ran over
her belly and the open bottom ended about half-way down her hips.
Garter straps connected her thigh high stockings to the girdle. She
wore the panties over the garter straps, I guess so she could pee
without taking the whole girdle off or disconnecting the garter straps.
Mrs.
Cottrell’s face was flushed, and she took it on herself to walk back
and forth across the stage, displaying herself fully to Eugene and the
whole school.
“It seems to be working,” Nurse Hatchet said,
winking at me, “But he is still not fully erect. This may be due to the
fact that his girdle fixation is being distracted by the mismatched
panties his mother is wearing today.”
My clitty throbbed when I understood what Nurse Hatchet was suggesting. I just went with it.
“Mrs. Cottrell will remove the distracting panties, now.”
I
think she was in some kind of sexual trance. She didn’t bat and eye and
tugged her panties down and off. I hoped the camera got a close up shot
of the thick string of juice that connected her panties to her cunny
until they were almost down to her ankles. She was really horny as her
thick black and grey bush was revealed.
“MOM!” Eugene screamed, “NOOOO!”
“It’s definitely having an effect. His penis is nearly fully erect,” the nurse reported.
Mrs. Cottrell then said, “Don’t call it a penis. You should call it what we call it at home. His little PEEPEE!”
“That did it,” Nurse Hatchet said, “His penis… errr, little peepee is now fully erect! I can now proceed with the examination.”
While
she examined him, I said, “It seems that the humiliation of having his
underdeveloped penis and testicles exposed along with all of us
learning that he calls it his little peepee has increased his arousal.
That is a new observation that I will need to make note of for future
study.”
Nurse Hatchet, having completed her measurements stepped to center stage.
“I
can confirm that our student’s first hypothesis is correct. Eugene’s
little peepee is substantially underdeveloped. It measures one and
five-eights inches long, which is in the lowest one percentile for his
age.”
The audience erupted with applause mixed with laughter.
“Thank
you, thank you,” I said, getting them to quiet down, “We will now test
my second hypothesis, which is that all of the excessive masturbation
will result in decreased reproductive viability and sexual potency.
Eugene will now be made to ejaculate to test this hypothesis by
comparing volume and consistency against known standards. Mrs. Cottrell
and Nurse Hatchet will conduct this experiment to ensure both consent
and medical appropriateness. Please begin.”
“NO! You can’t jerk me off in front of the whole school. Please! Mom! NOOOOO!”
“Eugene,
we need to get you better so your little peepee may grow. Now, I’m
going to do it to you just the way you like it, based on the way I’ve
seen you do it so many times.”
“NOOOOOO!”
I couldn’t
believe it, Mrs. Cottrell squatted next to Eugene, her legs spread
revealing her hairy wet cunny to the whole auditorium. Even though we
had a tube of lubrication ready for her, she reached between her legs
to lube her hand up on her cunny before she started jerking Eugene’s
little peepee.
“I’ve also watched you tickle your little
testicles like this,” she said and ran the fingernails of her other
hand over Eugene’s little balls.
“Aaahhhhhh… Don’t…”
Nurse
Hatchet spoke up as she pulled a rubber glove onto her right hand and
lubed up her fingers, “Studies have shown that massage of the male
prostate gland during manual stimulation of the penis and testicles
greatly increases the volume of ejaculate. The prostrate is massaged by
inserting two fingers into the anus like this.”
“NO! You can’t
put your fingers up my butt… NOOOOOO!” Eugene screamed as Nurse Hatchet
inserted two fingers into his anus from behind and found his prostrate.
“This will also speed the process up considerably,” she added.
Every so often, Mrs. Cottrell re-lubed her hand by rubbing her soaking wet cunny. Right in front of everyone!
“Everyone
please watch on the big screen so you can see the ejaculation closely
yourself,” I said, gesturing to the video monitors.
“I’m stroking Eugene’s prostrate now with both fingers. It seems to be responding normally,” Nurse Hatchet said.
“Come on, Baby,” Mrs. Cottrell said, “show Mommy what a nice, big load your little peepee can shoot for everybody!”
“Mom… P… Please stop… I… My little peeppe is gonna shoot! Mmmmm… AAAARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHHH!” Eugene screamed.
By
the sound of his scream, you would think he would shoot a big wad of
cum several feet into the air. Instead, a small drop of clear liquid
dripped out of the end of his little peepee. Mrs. Cottrell and the
nurse continued their work until a second, smaller drop emerged. Then
it was over.
Mrs. Cottrell and Nurse Hatchet stepped back.
As
she took her place beside Eugene, Nurse Hatchet said, “Eugene
discharged an extremely small amount of ejaculate, even taking into
account his underdeveloped little peepee and testicles.”
I
stepped over and squatted between Eugene’s legs. Unlike Mrs. Cottrell
before me, I was careful to keep my legs closed, so no one would see my
naked cunny. Looking at the camera, my face just inches away, I grabbed
his little peepee between my thumb and finger. “In addition to what
Nurse Hatchet just reported, you can see that Eugene’s ejaculate is
completely clear. You will also notice soreness on his little peepee.
All of this is irrefutable evidence of extreme self-abuse via obsessive
masturbation.
“I would guess, based on these observations and my
extensive research, that Eugene is masturbating himself to orgasm ten
to fifteen times per day. Is that right, Eugene?”
“Y… yes…” Eugene admitted.
When
the auditorium erupted in laughter, he realized exactly what he was
saying and that he was saying it to the whole school. He tried to
recover.
“Wait… I mean… NO!” He screamed.
“Oh, stop it, Eugene,” his mother said, “Everyone knows now. It’s OK, my little boy.”
“Now
that I have established the problem,” I continued my presentation, “I
will begin corrective actions with the assistance of Mrs. Cottrell and
Nurse Hatchet.”
I grabbed the chastity device and held it up for the camera to zoom in on.
“This
device is designed to prevent the Eugene’s little peepee from becoming
erect and will completely prevent any masturbation. It locks in place
around his testicles and a key is required to release it. It is
designed to allow Eugene to urinate normally. Nurse Hatchet will attach
the device now. Please note that the device is the smallest size
available.”
“NO! Don’t put that thing on my little peepee!” Eugene screamed.
Mrs. Cottrell said, “Please, Baby, don’t worry. It will be OK.”
I
continued as Nurse Hatchet proceeded to lock Eugene up. I was starting
to have trouble focusing, because I was getting more and more horny by
the second. I hoped that Ms. Connor would let me orgasm when this was
over.
“Mrs. Cottrell and Nurse Hatchet will each have a key to
the device. Obviously, it will need to be removed for cleaning. But, I
also believe that stimulating Eugene’s little peepee to full erection
several times a day, but not allowing ejaculation will stimulate normal
growth patterns. This is similar to a normal teen becoming aroused
during the course of the day, but not having Eugene’s obsessive
masturbation patterns.
“Now that Eugene’s little peepee is
locked up and a course of treatment has begun, this ends my
presentation. I will be happy to answer any questions the judges have.”
I
laughed to myself when the first judge complimented me on the amount of
time and preparation that must have gone into my project. If she only
knew that we put the whole thing together in a couple of hours…
They
asked a lot of questions about how long Eugene would be locked up and
what will happen when he is finally released. I told them that
follow-up would need to be conducted with Eugene’s doctor, since my
project was over. There were a lot of comments from the judges after
that.
“Well, I can envision a longer-term project done by you
here in school where you can earn college credit for following Eugene’s
progress and testing your hypotheses going forward.”
“I think it
would be interesting to all of us, our student body included, to have a
follow-up presentation in a few weeks to see if Eugene’s started to
develop normally.”
“I know I would be very interested to see if, at some point, Eugene can have a normal ejaculation.”
“It
may be worth-while to delve into Eugene’s taste in pornography. His
fixation on his mother is not unusual for a boy his age, but what other
scenarios aroused him.”
After a few minutes, Principal Jackson came onto the stage.
“Thank
you very much, Judges for your interest. Let me say that we’re quite
proud of Ms. Hansen’s work here and I’m sure she would be more than
happy to do follow-up work for extra and/or college credit.” He started
to clap his hands, which started a round of applause from the audience.
I saw the curtains start to close, so I took a bow and stepped back to make sure the curtain closed in front of me.