A Lesson in Humility

By PatrickNaked

Copyright 2025 by PatrickNaked all rights reserved

[13,348 words]

Finn is a fourteen year old boy who is too smart for his own good. He thinks he’s better than everyone else in the world. But all the A’s on his report card can’t save him when that world decides it’s had enough of his obnoxious behavior. A day of escalating mishaps leaves Finn’s insecurities… and everything else… exposed to all his fellow students.


A Lesson in Humility
by PatrickNaked


Finn leaned against the outside gym wall, trying to catch his breath. He watched some members of the school’s football team practicing out in the field. “What a bunch of dumbasses,” he thought. “This may have been the worst day of my life, and every day after is going to be pure hell, but at least I’m not a dumbass football player. All brawn and no brains.”

Finn was drenched in sweat. Disgustingly so. His hair was plastered to his head. His gym shirt was stuck to his slender torso. His oversized shorts, which would slide down his legs if he didn’t hold them in place, were equally wet. And the jock strap that was also way too big had fallen down inside the shorts again.

Jock straps were why he was out there after school. Why he’d just ran around the track about a zillion times till coach was satisfied he’d been punished enough. Why his entire life was ruined.

Finn thought the very existence of jock straps was embarrassing. Girls didn’t have to wear anything that outrageous. Jocks were so revealing. Your entire bare bottom was visible. Of course, it was only visible in the locker room very briefly as you changed into your gym clothes. And briefly again when you stripped for a shower afterwards. And only the coach and other boys could see it. So he knew his aversion was ridiculous.

He’d tried to remind himself that everyone saw him naked in the locker room for longer than they saw him wearing the jock. But it didn’t help. The fact that the support garment intentionally left part of his anatomy so open drew attention to that area. It seemed to sexualize every boy’s bottom.

There was naked and there was clothed. But jock straps were somewhere in between. It made Finn uncomfortable.

He’d come to a decision about a week ago. When changing for gym, he’d make sure no one was watching, then pull his shorts on over his briefs. Wearing underwear under your shorts was forbidden for some reason, so this was a terrible crime. He didn’t care. The jock strap would stay in his locker. After gym, he’d pull his briefs off along with his shorts before heading to the showers. No one would be watching him close enough to detect his little transgression.

He’d thought he was getting away with it.

—

It was outrageous that he even had to take this stupid gym class. He was a straight A student and had been all through school. That should’ve been enough to exempt him from having to strip down naked in a smelly locker room with a bunch of other boys, then put on those undignified gym clothes, then get out in the gym and life weights and do other boorish activities, then have to strip naked AGAIN and take a shower with everybody else. Bathing should be a very private activity. Hell, just taking all his clothes off should be private. He shouldn’t be forced to do it in front of his classmates. It was degrading. None of them were straight A students. Not even close. Some were barely scraping by. And he had to expose his most private areas to these morons? Out-freaking-rageous.

The school was trying to make him just another member of the herd, and that was insulting.

They’d been playing dodgeball that day, with the group divided up into shirts and skins. As usual, Finn had ended up on the skins team. Luckily, the girls were playing volleyball on the other side of the gym. Finn didn’t like them seeing his skinny torso, and certainly not when he was sweating.

The coach, an old man who’d held that position for decades, called a halt and told all the boys to line up.

The boys dropped their balls and obeyed, wondering what was going on.

The girls also stopped what they were doing and watched curiously as Coach walked up and down the line, giving the boys that evil eye of his. He stopped in front of Finn and said, “Are you wearing your jock, boy?”

Finn heard some of the girls giggling. THAT was embarrassing. Girls shouldn’t even know about jock straps. A few of the boys were laughing too.

Why had Coach asked that? It couldn’t be a coincidence that he’d singled Finn out. Or could it? Finn took a chance and said, “Of course, sir. We’re supposed to.”

“Speak up, Finn. You know I’m damn near deaf.”

Finn said more loudly, “I’m wearing my jock strap, sir.”

“What?”

Finn yelled, “I’m wearing my jock strap, Coach.”

There was more laughter, louder this time. The girls were loudest of all. Finn’s face turned red.

The coach rubbed his chin and said, “Really? You’re wearing it? You’re absolutely sure about that?”

Finn thought frantically. Coach seemed to know, but how could he? Finn’s dick and balls couldn’t have been visibly bouncing around in his shorts. They were secured by his underwear. Someone must have told on him.

Finn thought, “Maybe I can still brazen it out.”

He said, “Sure I’m sure, Coach.”

Coach leaned down close and said, “Last chance, Finn. Tell me the truth.”

Still thinking he could lie his way out of the situation, Finn said adamantly, “I’m wearing my jock, sir.”

Someone to Finn’s left called out, “He should have to prove it, Coach.”

Coach nodded. “Yeah. Prove it, Finn.”

Finn finally got seriously nervous. “H…how, sir?”

Someone else yelled, “Make him show everyone.”

Coach crossed his arms and said, “Right. Drop your shorts.”

Finn almost had a heart attack at the tender age of fourteen. “W… w… what?”

“Drop ‘em. Now.”

There was a murmur of conversation all around him. A couple of the boys laughed, but most were as dumbstruck as Finn. They were wondering what transgression might make the coach order THEM to expose themselves in an open gym. The stakes for misbehaving in gym class had just been raised.

Finn said shakily, “But Coach. I can’t. The girls are right over there.”

Coach put a hand up to his ear. “What about the girls?”

Finn said louder, “The girls are behind you. They can see me.”

“They can’t see past my fat ass. Now show me your jock or things will get a whole lot worse for you.”

Finn said, “Ok. Ok. I lied. I’m not wearing it. I’m sorry. I’ll take a B in gym. Or a C. Or a D. I don’t care. Gym is nothing. My academic grades are all that matter.”

Coach didn’t relent. He said, “The time to confess was when I said last chance. You’re a smart kid, Finn… a straight A student as you’re always reminding everyone. You should know what last chance means. Now, do I have to tell you again?”

Finn was afraid he was about to cry. That would be suicide. He’d be teased all the way to twelfth grade for one single tear. Trying to stifle a sob, he looked at the coach. Or rather, AROUND him. Coach had been mostly correct. He wasn’t just old. He was big and wide. At least 350 pounds. He blocked the majority of the girls’ view. But not all. There were a few girls on the edges that had a good line of sight.

Finn said miserably, “Coach, there are some girls that can still see me.”

“What?”

He repeated it louder, “Some of the girls will still be able to see me.”

Coach turned and barked, “You girls move in closer together so you can’t see Mr. Modest here.”

Everybody in the gym but Finn laughed.

Finn checked to see if the girls had obeyed. Most of them had, but there were two on the left and one one the right that were brazenly still watching. It couldn’t be helped. If Finn stalled any more, Coach might make him completely strip. That would be REALLY against school policy, and probably against the law, but Coach didn’t give a damn about either. He did what he wanted and had for over fifty years. He must’ve known where a lot of skeletons were buried to get away with as much as he did. And Finn was starting to think the old man was going senile as well as deaf. Why else would he even be considering making a student remove clothes outside of the locker room in full view of his classmates?

Finn failed to stop the next sob as he slowly pulled his shorts down to the floor. He stood up and started to cross his hands over his crotch. Coach’s evil eye stopped him.

Finn closed his eyes. He thought, “Goddamn that stupid shirts and skins game.” Since he didn’t have a shirt, he was now only wearing his white briefs. A few of the boys whistled sarcastically.

Somewhere behind Coach he heard girls laughing and making snide remarks. Then he heard the unmistakable sound of a cell phone camera taking a photo. Then another. Finn sobbed again. This was horrible. Pictures of him in nothing but his underwear would be all over the school before the day was through. They’d go viral.

That had happened before. Last year, a tenth grader had gotten pantsed in the hall. His underwear had almost been pulled down along with his jeans. There was a LOT of buttcrack. Several pics had circulated all over the school. Everyone ended up with a copy, even Finn. And the kids were very good at keeping inappropriate pictures among the students only. No teachers had ever found out.

Coach leaned in again. “Are you supposed to be wearing those underwear, Finn?”

Finn looked down at the floor. “No, sir. Just my jock and gym shorts.”

“That’s right. We’ll deal with that later. But for the moment, since you swear you’re wearing your jock, it must be under your undies. Let me see. Drop ‘em.”

Finn cried, “I just told you I wasn’t wearing it. Are you SENILE? If I drop my underwear, I’ll be naked.”

“Senile, eh? I guess I am, so I don’t even remember you telling me the second time. Drop ‘em NOW, you little smart-ass.”

Finn looked around frantically. All the boys were watching, and there were more girls on either side of Coach’s fat ass. This was unbelievable.

He explained very slowly, “Coach, some of the girls can see me. And they have their cell phones.”

“What?”

Finn was starting to panic. “The girls. Phones. The girls.”

Coach said, “You can phone your girl later. In about three seconds, those undies better be on the floor or I’ll make you do laps around the gym bare ass naked. And I mean the OUTSIDE of the gym.”

There were cheers from all around, and not the good-natured kind. They sounded like rabid dogs. Finn knew he wasn’t popular, but he was startled at the hostility directed towards him.

He looked at the coach for one final desperate plea, but the man’s eyes were angry and getting angrier. Coach WOULD make him run around the gym naked. Finn could tell this was a fact. The man might get in worlds of trouble later, but he’d proven time and again for decades that he acted first and thought later. Or didn’t think even then. Thinking wasn’t something he was good at. He was a coach, after all.

Finn bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out loud, then pulled his underwear down. As he straightened back up, he saw that every girl in the gym had moved to either side of the coach’s bulk. There seemed to be more than before. Finn was fully naked in front of them all. He started to cover himself, but remembered the look in Coach’s eyes when he’d tried that before. He did NOT want to piss this man off any more than he already had.

He stood with his hands balled into fists at his sides. His face was contorted into a grimace of horror and humiliation. This was the most awful thing that had ever happened to him. It couldn’t get any worse. Or so he thought.

Every kid in the gym was going wild. The noise was deafening. Coach was screaming over and over for everyone to shut up. Finn thought, “What did you expect, you asshole? These are nothing but a bunch of animals.”

When the noise level started to drop, Finn could finally hear another sound… the sound of cell phone cameras taking pictures. Pictures of him completely naked from his head down to his tennis shoes. In the horror of the moment, he’d forgotten that some of the girls had their cell phones with them. It wouldn’t just be photos of him in his underwear that made the rounds that day. There would be pics of him WITHOUT his underwear too. Looking into the crowd of girls, he saw three had their phones up to their faces.

WHY did they have cell phones in the gym? It wasn’t till later that he’d learn the answer.

Coach was finally able to restore some order and silence. He had to threaten everyone with the same fate that Finn was suffering to do it. Once he said THAT, every kid was suddenly well behaved. The proof that he’d do what he threatened was standing right in front of them… penis, scrotum and all.

This was too horrible to be real. Everyone in the gym could see his entire body. And those photos insured that everyone who WASN’T in the gym would see it too. Finn’s mind was reeling. He felt dizzy. He was the smartest kid in school. He shouldn’t be put through something this degrading.

Finn begged the coach, “Can I pull my underwear back up now? Please?”

He heard a few more pictures being taken. His life was going to be hell from then on. Every girl in school would have those photos. The teasing and humiliation would never end. He was already the victim of bullying. Everyone was jealous of how smart he was. His very existence made them feel inferior. They knew they were far below him intellectually, and they lashed out at him constantly with taunts and insults… the usual tactics of small minds.

Coach told him, “Pull ‘em up, Finn. Stop showing the world what you got. I know you’re proud of it, but you’re only fourteen. Wait till it’s bigger when you’re sixteen or seventeen to go all exhibitionist. Jesus Christ.”

Coach turned and stalked away, taking whatever shield he may have provided with him. Finn hadn’t even had a chance to begin pulling his underwear and shorts back into place. If any of the girls hadn’t had a chance to see him yet, they did now. With the coach out of the way, Finn could see the whole gym unobstructed. He stopped in shock and stood there frozen, still naked to the world.

There should only have been about twenty girls in the gym. But there were at least twice as many staring at him, laughing silently behind their hands. At least half of them weren’t even in gym clothes. And all the ones in their regular clothes had their cell phones in hand. In unison, they raised the phones up and started taking photos.

Finn’s distress was so profound it worked against him. He couldn’t make himself move. He screamed repeatedly at himself inside his head. All the while, more and more pictures were being taken. He was becoming lightheaded. He felt like he might pass out at any moment. When he was finally able to move, he bent over too quickly in his effort to grab his clothes. A wave of dizziness hit him, causing him to overbalance and do a somersault onto his back.

Just before he passed out, he heard a girl yell, “Did you get that on video?”

Multiple girls yelled, “Got it!”

Finn’s last thought before everything faded to black was, “Great. I’ll bet my dick and balls did quite a dance for the cameras.”

—

When he awoke on the gym floor, fifteen people or more were bending over him. There were more behind those, looking over the shoulders of the kids in front. Over half were girls. And, of course, the ever-present cell phones were in hand, clicking away. When he pushed himself up into a sitting position, he saw he was still naked except for his tennis shoes and socks. His underwear and shorts were gone. He let out a shriek.

A boy named Alex, looking sympathetic, said, “One of the girls took them. I couldn’t see who it was. Honest. There was such a crowd around you, all I saw was her hands yanking them off your feet and then she disappeared. Man, I wouldn’t wish this on even a turd like you.”

Another boy said, “Coach went off to get the school nurse. We were going to cover you up with a towel, but he said not to. If you passed out because you were overheated, that would just make it worse.”

Finn made it to his feet, but was still so lightheaded he staggered wildly around. Other kids tried to keep him from falling, but he pushed them away and staggered elsewhere.

He heard a girl yell, “Did you get THAT on video?”

There was a chorus of affirmatives. One yelled back, “Got it all. The boy’s got some nice floppies to be so scrawny.”

That made Finn think of how he’d felt his penis smacking against both legs while he stumbled around. Between that and his somersault, there were going to be some horribly embarrassing videos of him. The earlier still shots of him standing there frozen were going to be tame by comparison. He also realized belatedly that he was giving everyone, and their cameras, a nice view of his bottom as well. They’d only seen him from the front before now. The entire school was going to know him front and back. This was intolerable. They had no right to know him that well.

Finn felt another wave of dizziness and fell over on his butt. He sat there dazed with his legs spread wide.

A girl shouted, “Got that one too. Did you hear his dick slap his stomach when he hit the floor?”

Finn heard Coach yelling, “Out of the way. Move it. The nurse is coming through.”

Mrs. Black, the school nurse, was suddenly towering over him. She said, “You didn’t have to completely strip the poor boy naked. Where are his clothes?”

Everyone started talking at once, trying to explain what had happened. Finn KNEW what had happened and still couldn’t follow. He realized tears were running down his face. Wonderful. He also saw the girls from outside the class had vanished when the coach and nurse arrived. It’s not like they had any reason to stay. They had enough nude images of him to ruin his life all the way up to graduation. Probably beyond.

The nurse was kneeling in front of him. She said, “Don’t worry, honey. Some of the boys went to find your clothes. I know how self-conscious boys your age can be about their bodies.”

Coach yelled, “Everybody move. Hit the showers. The period is almost over.”

One of the girls called out as she was leaving, “Better put Finn on the shirts team next time. When he’s a skin, he really goes all the way.”

Coach yelled over the laughter, “I said everybody MOVE!”

They moved.

The nurse said she’d just conduct her examination right there since the other kids had all left for the locker rooms. She didn’t want to take a chance of Finn fainting again and falling over on the way to her office. Besides, he was stark naked. He couldn’t go through the halls like that.

She gave Finn a VERY thorough examination, right there on the gymnasium floor. And right in front of Coach who watched it all with his ever-present scowl. There were also a few kids who were secretly still hanging around behind the two adults where they wouldn’t be noticed. They didn’t want to miss a second of their new favorite show.

Finn didn’t even see them till the nurse started checking his temperature. When he gave a wordless cry, she told him, “Shush now. Rectal thermometers are more accurate.”

Kids started exiting the locker rooms and walking by for another look on the way to their next class. Finn was on his hands and knees with the thermometer sticking out of his butt. There was a lot of giggling from the passersby. And a lot of stealthy cell phone shots.

Coach bellowed, “Move along. Move along. There’s nothing to see here. Well… there’s a LOT to see, but you don’t need to be seeing it.”

Finn screamed, “Where are my clothes? I’ve been naked for over 45 minutes.”

The nurse pulled the thermometer out and told him, “They’re looking for them. Everybody has already seen you anyway. It’s not like you can get even more naked than you already are.”

Finn grumbled, “It sure FEELS like it.”

Finn returned to sitting on the floor. As Mrs. Black was checking his blood pressure, Coach said, “Now I’ve got to decide on your punishment for flaunting the rules.”

He spread his hands out to indicate his entirely naked body. “You’re kidding. THIS isn’t punishment enough?”

Someone yelled from the locker room door, “Make him run laps around the track after school, Coach. That’ll teach him.”

Coach thought for a moment. “Yes, that sounds good. As long as the nurse says you’re ok.”

Mrs. Black stood up. “I think he’s fine. He just had an anxiety attack. A little exercise should do him good.”

A boy named Trey arrived with a gym shirt, a pair of shorts and a jock strap. He looked at Finn apologetically and said, “Your clothes aren’t in your locker. Somebody must’ve stolen them. We found these laying in a corner. They’re used. And kinda smelly. But… well, you’ve gotta wear SOMETHING. There’s two more periods today.”

Trey looked around, then leaned down to whisper, “Man, there’s pictures out there already. And videos. They already have some thermometer pics. That’s QUICK. My phone keeps dinging as more and more get texted to me. They’re… well, they’re explicit. I mean, they show closeups of your balls and… your… you know. You need to run away from home and join the circus or something. I know I would if everyone in school had pics of my… you know.”

Finn said angrily, “It’s called a butthole.”

Trey said, “Yeah. That. You know.”

Finn noticed Trey had the jock laying on the shirt so his hand wouldn’t have to touch the nasty thing. Trey saw him looking and said, “Whoever wore this sweats like a PIG.”

Finn said, “I’m not wearing that.”

Coach was just returning from chasing more kids out of the gym. He said, “What did you say?”

Finn yelled, “I said, I’m not wearing that nasty jock. It’s probably full of jock itch.”

The coach said, “That’s what got you in all this trouble to begin with. Put it on. Now.”

Mrs. Black helped Finn stand. He was still a little wobbly. She supported him till he felt stable enough to stand unassisted. She said, “Are you sure you don’t need help dressing?”

A middle-aged lady dressing him like he was a child would be the perfect embarrassment to top off the day. He told her, “I’m fine now. Really. I can dress myself. Just go away.”

“Boys your age are SO independent. Or so you think. But I’m sure you’ll be fine now.”

She left him to his smelly gym clothes. Just as he worked up the nerve to touch the jock strap, the gymnasium doors banged open to let in the next class of boys and girls.

Finn dropped his head to stare at the floor as everyone started shrieking with astonished laughter.

—

The next two classes were hell. The gym shirt was way too small. Its hem ended just above his belly button. The shorts were way too big. He had to hold them up when he wasn’t sitting. Hanging onto them while carrying his books was a problem. They’d fallen twice while he was in a crowded hallway, leaving him in only the nasty jock strap below the waist. Below the belly button actually, considering how short the shirt was.

And, of course, the jock was oversized too. Moments after the shorts fell to the floor, the jock followed. Finn was left frozen in horror as more of his fellow students got a first-hand look at everything he had. The cell phones were there to capture it all.

When the final bell rang, Finn leaped from his seat to rush out of the classroom and out of this horrible school. To HELL with running laps. It was Coach who’d caused what would surely be his neverending misery to begin with.

In his distressed state of mind, Finn didn’t fully consider the consequences of leaping. The shorts and jock strap fell down to has ankles as soon as he left his seat. His feet tangled in them and sent him tripping down the aisle. He ran into a recently vacated desk, knocking it sideways. Then he fell into it between the seat and the desktop. The force of the fall wedged him tightly and sent the desk over on its side. He lay there stunned with his bare butt up in the air. His classmates had an excellent view of his ballsack and penis from behind, and of course, his butthole. No humiliation would be complete without the butthole.

Finn heard more cell phones going off behind him. He struggled, but couldn’t free himself from where he’d been jammed into the desk. He screamed for everyone to STOP. Sadly, they didn’t.

He continued screaming. “You’re nothing but a bunch of ignoramuses. The only reason you’re doing this is because you know I’m BETTER than you.”

A girl stopped on her way out the door to lean down and say, “You may be better than me, but at least MY butthole isn’t going to be on everyone’s phone tomorrow. Enjoy your life, Finn.”

The teacher’s view was blocked by the crowd that gathered behind Finn, so she had no idea what was happening. All she heard was a lot of yelling. THAT was nothing new. She sat at her own desk and unenthusiastically called for order a couple of times. It had never worked before. She had no reason to believe it would work now. After that token effort, she pulled a paperback romance out of her desk drawer and settled in to read till the mob finally left.

After every kid in the class of thirty had all the images they wanted, including some excruciating closeups, they all ran laughing from the room. Finn was left crying with his face to the floor. They’d gotten pictures of that tearstained face too.

How had all of this happened today? Why had it happened? How could the universe do this to him? He was too distraught to put together all the unlikely coincidences that formed a bigger picture.

The teacher finally noticed Finn’s predicament. She looked up from her steamy romance to see his bare bottom seemingly staring right into her soul. His penis and scrotum wiggled enticingly as he tried to free himself from the desk. Feeling like the heroine from her book, she valiantly tried to free the young prince, but didn’t have the strength.

She told him, “I’ll have to go get help.”

A minute went by, then another, and she still hadn’t left. Finn managed to stop crying and asked, “Ummm… Mrs. Davis?”

Standing behind him, she said, “Yes, Finn?”

“Weren’t you going to go get help?”

After a long pause, she said, “Oh. Yes. It’s just that I… I’ve never… seen this view… you know… of a young man before. I’ve always thought you were… well, such a handsome boy. You’re not just smart. You’re… well… so… oh my.”

When Finn realized the intensity of her stare, he became even more self-conscious. “Mrs. Davis? Please stop looking at me and go get help. I’m really embarrassed here.”

He started crying again.

She patted him reassuringly on the bottom and said, “There, there, now. I can call from here.”

Her hand remained. It stopped patting and started caressing. It moved down till it wasn’t touching his bottom anymore. It was in far more personal territory.

“Ummm.. Mrs. Davis? You were going to call?”

She came out of her trance and retrieved her cell phone.

“Hello, Maintenance. This is Mrs. Davis. We have a problem. A student stuck in a desk. Yes, yes. You know how kids can be. We’re in Room 307. Thank you.”

As she put her phone away, Finn said, “Ummm… Mrs. Davis. We’re in Room 707. You sent them to the wrong room in the wrong hallway.”

Mrs. Davis said, “Oh, did I? Well, they’ll find us. Don’t worry. It may take them a while, but I gave them my name. They can look up my room in the directory.”

She resumed reassuring him. Finn shuddered under her touch. When she finally stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief, thinking it was over. But after the sound of a cell phone camera, she began again.

Finn clenched his eyes closed and prayed for the maintenance people to hurry their asses up.

By the time they arrived, the boy had been thoroughly reassured in every inch of his more intimate areas. Her hands had been everywhere, touched everything, stroked everything. He’d struggled, cried and begged her to stop, but there was nothing he could do. He hated that he’d become hard in her hands. He hated even more how he’d left a humiliating sticky residue on the floor beneath the desk.

—

Patsy and Bernard from Maintenance had to remove the desktop in order to pull the naked boy free. It took a while since Finn’s bare body was in the way. They had to work around him and under him. Bernard had to reach through Finn’s legs. His big, hairy arms kept rubbing Finn’s ballsack as he removed the screws that held the desktop.

Bernard said, “I ain't enjoying this any more than you are, kid. I’ve never touched any balls but my own in my entire life. I’m putting in for hazard pay.”

Patsy told Bernard, “I’ll switch places with you if you want.”

Finn screamed, “Cretins. Imbeciles. Do you even know what you’re doing? No, I guess you don’t or you wouldn’t be minimum wage drudge workers in a high school.”

When Finn was free of the desk, he stood up and gave Mrs. Davis a wide-eyed look of anger and dismay. She’d taken advantage of his vulnerable position. And she was a TEACHER. It was unthinkable. Of all the humiliations he’d suffered that day, that had been the only one that was hands-on. And her hands HAD been on… EVERYTHING. When he’d discharged all over the floor, moaning and gasping and involuntarily humping, it had been even more humiliating because it was the most intense orgasm he’d ever experienced. And it had been at the hand of a TEACHER. Someone who should be a role model.

She’d made it even worse by squeezing out the last of his stuff and tenderly wiping the head of his penis clean with a tissue from her desk. “There now. See? It’s all better.”

Now that she was finally able to see him fully from the front, Mrs. Davis stared with unblinking eyes, taking in every detail. He WAS the young prince. She just knew it.

Patsy looked Finn up and down too, and said unknowingly out loud, “Not bad for a skinny little freshman.” This was almost… but not quite… as good as when she had to work on the plumbing in the boys locker room. She always timed it for the end of class so she’d be sure to catch around twenty embarrassed and completely bare boys at their lockers and in the showers. She paid a boy twenty bucks for every time he tampered with the pipes. She paid Bernard twenty more dollars to be otherwise occupied whenever the repairs needed to be made.

This time, the unusual circumstance of a naked boy in a classroom imprisoned by a desk added some spicy variety. Making it even more exciting was how he was a snotty little brat who was getting everything he deserved.

Bernard said, “Back in MY day, it was called streaking. Kids running naked through the halls. This is an unusual variation.”

Finn said, “I didn’t do it on purpose.”

The man laughed, “Yeah. Right, kid. You’ve got two ladies looking over your goods and it was all accidental.”

Mention of the goods made Finn clap his hands over his crotch. “It WAS. Now where are my clothes? They were around my ankles. That’s why I tripped.”

Patsy picked up the jock strap from behind a desk. She wrinkled her nose and said, “Your mom needs to wash this nasty thing, kid. This is beyond gross.”

Finn didn’t want ANYONE thinking that was his, not even a lowly maintenance woman. “It’s not really mine. I borrowed it.”

The man looked at him aghast. “You’re wearing someone else’s jock and it hasn’t even been washed? I wouldn’t let that thing touch MY sacred parts. You tell that mother of yours to check you for cooties.”

While Finn pulled the jock strap on, Patsy and Bernard turned the desk right-side up. That’s when they saw the splatter of fluids he’d left.

The woman said, “You damned horny kids. How many times do I have to clean this stuff up? It’s at least twice a week in the boys locker room. Usually when those football players drag a cheerleader or two in there for fun and games. And when they can’t get a girl, they settle for a little dweeb like you. I’ve been in there working and I’ve seen it all. People don’t always notice the maintenance personnel, especially when we don’t WANT to be noticed. You dweebs ACT like you don’t like it, but I can tell.”

Finn was so irate he could hardly speak. Who was this woman to speak to him like this?

He finally managed to say, “I don’t do stuff with other boys, and certainly not with some moronic football players. Never have and never will.”

Patsy said, “Yeah. Right. You shameless groupie. Your knees don’t look scuffed up, so I guess you wear knee pads.”

“Bitch!”

Bernard was still looking at the sticky stuff on the floor. Then he gave Finn a baleful glare and said, “After THAT, don’t you dare try to tell me you don’t enjoy showing it to the ladies. That’s about as enjoyable as it gets.”

Finn sputtered, “I… I didn’t… it wasn’t me… it was Mrs…”

Mrs. Davis spoke up quickly. “You have an A in my class, Finn. I’d hate to see it drop to an F. Now, did you have something you wanted to say?”

Finn’s shoulders slumped. The jock dropped to the floor and he didn’t even try to retrieve it. The day was beating him down. He said, “No, Mrs. Davis.”

She looked him over again. Her cell phone made a sound. “Oops. Hit the wrong button. Darn, did it again.”

Finn thought about how the students were going to have all those awful photos and videos of him. Now, at least one teacher had photos of her own. Would she share them with other like-minded teachers? Probably. And he’d never know which of his teachers had seen him. That was going to make it really creepy when they called on him in class.

Mrs. Davis said, “You made the right choice, Finn. I KNEW you were smart. Would you turn around for a moment?”

Finn obediently turned. He heard the cell phone camera again. And again.

“Now,” she instructed. “Touch your toes.”

Finn looked over his shoulder at her. “You’re kidding.”

She gave him her best authoritarian look. “Remember your grade, Finn. It can drop so easily.”

As Finn bent over, he said miserably to no one in particular, “I think I’m in Hell. The bus crashed on the way to school this morning and I died. Mom told me I’d end up here if I didn’t stop jerking off two and three times a day. And here I am. Mom was right.”

Bernard looked impressed. “You jerk off two and three times a day and still squirted out THAT much. It looks like a pint at least. Those balls of yours must work overtime. Oh, to be young again.”

Mrs. Davis, looking like she was in a daze, said, “The young prince’s balls are the best in the kingdom.”

The cell phone camera sounded a dozen more times.

Coach barreled into the room. “Jesus Christ, boy. You’re STILL naked? You need to learn some modesty. You’re gonna end up on a registry as an exhibitionist if you don’t watch out.”

Mrs. Davis helpfully pulled up the jock. It snagged under Finn’s scrotum. As she kept trying to jerk it up, his boy parts bounced up and down.

Patsy said, “Now that’s something I could watch all day.” Her cell phone camera insured she could do just that.

Finn grabbed the waistband and pulled it into a proper position. He said, “My shorts?”

Mrs. Davis insisted on holding them out while Finn stepped into them. Then she pulled them up so he could hold them in place along with the jock. He’d refused to let the nurse dress him earlier, but he still hadn’t escaped that indignity.

She gave him her biggest smile. “There you go, Finn. You always WERE my favorite student.”

Coach grabbed his arm and started to haul him from the room. He said, “It’s a good thing one of the boys told me where you were. He said you’d try to skip out of doing your laps.”

Finn asked, “Who told you?” He must’ve been considering the day’s events in the back of his mind. He was finally starting to realize this string of misfortunes might have some evil intent behind it.

“Never mind that. I’m dragging your ass down to the track. I was only going to make you run it a couple of times. Now you’re gonna do twice that. And keep your clothes on. If I’d known you were gonna like it so much, I wouldn’t have told you to drop your drawers earlier.”

Bernard said, “The boy likes flashing his privates around so much he splooged all over the floor.”

Coach stopped and spun Finn around to look him in the face. “Is that true?” he demanded.

Finn was so startled, the shorts and jock fell to the floor again. “I splooged… I mean I did it… but…”

“See?” Bernard said. “Down they go again. He can’t help himself.”

The coach bent down, grabbed Finn’s clothing and pulled it back up. “Hold onto those and don’t let go, you randy young pup. We’ll see if six times around the track will sweat some of that over-sexed deviancy out of your system.”

Mrs. Davis called out, “Before you go, Finn, I wanted to tell you that I’m really concerned about you keeping your grade point average up. I think we need some extra tutoring sessions.”

Even after the way Mrs. Davis had milked him only minutes ago, Finn didn’t immediately catch on. He said, “What? That’s ridiculous. I don’t need a tutor. I’m way ahead of the material.”

She told him patiently, “Yes, and we want to keep it that way, don’t we? I think we should start out with two sessions a week after school and see how that goes. We may need to increase it to three. And as I’m sure you must be sick of this school building by the end of the day, we can meet at my house. I’ll give you the address.”

Finn finally understood. He said, “Oh no. Please, Mrs. Davis, don’t do this.”

She said, “You’re not afraid of a little hard work, are you. And I mean HARD. Really hard.”

Finn let out a little whimper.

Coach said, “Right now, I’M the one who’s about to work this lewd little punk HARD. Really hard. Hold your shorts up, Finn. We’re off to the tracks.”

The coach, old and fat as he was, hauled Finn down the hallways and out to the track so fast the boy had to scamper to keep up.

—

When Finn was about to start his run, Coach told him he’d be leaving for a while, but would be back later. He warned the boy to run the full six laps. He didn’t like a cheater. He said he could tell by the smell of a boy’s sweat how many laps he’d run. Finn believed him.

It took him forever to make it around the track six times. By the end, he was crawling on his hands and knees. He was too exhausted to even notice the oversized gym clothes had fallen down again. He’d left them behind over a hundred miles back.

There were about a dozen boys and girls hanging out in the stands. They had cell phones, of course. When they got tired of using the zoom function, they clamored down and stalked Finn from behind as he crawled through his last lap. They captured a LOT of video of his sweaty butt and his balls swinging back and forth. There were also quite a few closeups of the most famous butthole in the school.

Finn was so tired, he didn’t even know they were there.

Later, when Coach found him laying face down at the finish line, he dropped the wayward jock and shorts on Finn’s head. The smell of the jock woke Finn from an exhausted sleep.

Coach looked down at him in disgust and said, “You just have to show the world that bare body of yours, don’t you? Maybe the world doesn’t want to see it. But you were always a stuck up little snot. Always thought you were better than everybody else. As far as YOU’RE concerned, EVERYBODY wants to see what the mighty Finn has got. I might just introduce you to the football team while they’re in the showers so you’ll see what young men look like when they’re well-hung… when they’ve actually got something worth flaunting. Yours ain’t tiny, but it’s nothing compared to THEM. Then maybe you won’t be traipsing all over the school with everything hanging out all over everywhere, you nasty kid.”

As Finn staggered to his feet with the gym clothing still on his head, he said, “It’s not me. I promise. I don’t want ANYONE to see me. Certainly not EVERYONE.”

“The facts say different. You’re in luck, though. I won’t be reporting you for excessive nudity since I think I’m the one who triggered this particular episode of yours. But I WILL be speaking to your mother. She needs to get you to counseling. And soon. And I just sent emails to all the teachers warning them about you. I told them to keep an eye on you in class and make sure your thingee doesn’t find its way out of your pants.”

Finn mumbled, “It’s not me. I swear.”

Coach just shook his head. “Hit the showers, boy. The locker room’s still open because the football team is having a practice. I’m going home and try and drink the sight of your your pasty ass out of my head with a gallon of whiskey.”

Finn pulled his shorts and jock strap on for what seemed like the thousandth time that day. He heard cars honking on the road beyond the track.

He made it as far as the outer door to the locker room. He collapsed against the wall and watched the football neanderthals while he recuperated. They were slamming themselves into some kind of barriers while making grunting noises like a bunch of pigs. What a pointless exercise. Maybe it was to keep their innate violence in check.

When he’d caught his breath, he staggered into the locker room. He was going to take a quick shower, then walk home as fast as he could… wearing the borrowed gym clothes, of course. He prayed there’d be no traffic on the roads. But with HIS luck, there’d be a massive traffic jam and the thousand people caught in it would have nothing else to do but watch him in his tiny shirt and huge shorts that would surely fall down at least twenty times before he got home. Why should the students and teachers at his school be the only ones to see what he had between his legs? There’d be more cell phone cameras too, and even dash cams.

He hadn’t been able to call his mother because his own cell phone had been in his pants pocket. And the pants had disappeared. Mysteriously. Mom was going to be furious that he was so late.

She’d told him just the day before, “I’m putting you on a short leash, young man. I warned you that you’d be grounded if I caught you masterbating again. And not thirty minutes later, I come into your room and there you are… stark naked and pumping away at yourself like some kind of a sex fiend. Well, you’re GROUNDED, Finn. For three months. You go to school in the morning and come right back home after school. I know how long it takes for the bus. If you’re a minute late, you’re grounded for another month.

“I am SO disappointed in you. You’re supposed to be so smart, so intellectual. Yet you allow yourself to be ruled by your hormones. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. All boys are the same.”

Finn hated that he agreed with that last part. He SHOULD be above all those base animal urges. But he was just as bad as any other horny boy in school. He jerked off constantly. He disgusted himself, but he couldn’t stop.

As he shrugged out of the wet shirt, he wondered why he was even going to take a shower. He was just going to put back on the same sweaty clothing. And the jock was saturated with his own sweat as well as that of its previous wearer. It was even nastier than it had been earlier.

But Finn needed that shower. He felt gross. He hated being sweaty. It made him feel like he was one of those other boys who loved all the stupid sports activities that were supposed to prove what a MAN you were, but really only made you sweat and stink.

He also needed to wash off the demeaning things that had happened to him that day. A shower wouldn’t make his life easier going forward… nothing could… but it could make him feel cleaner for the moment.

However, he refused to put the disgusting jock strap back on. It was soaked in another boy’s ball sweat, and he’d been forced to put it on. Unbelievable. He’d leave it in the locker room to hopefully rot away to nothing overnight.

Once Finn had taken everything off and turned to go to the shower area, he immediately ran into a huge obstruction, one with a very hairy chest. Finn staggered back with a squeak. Griffin, the captain of the football team, was standing in his path. He was only wearing his shoulder pads and a supporter, the kind with a protective cup that slipped into the front.

Griffin was big. Over a head taller than Finn and about twice as wide. But unlike Coach, Griffin was built of solid muscle. And he didn't just have a thick mat of hair on his chest. He had a hairy stomach, hairy armpits, hairy arms and legs. A trail of hair disappeared down into his jock strap. More hair curled over the top of it. Finn knew HE'D never have that much body hair. He barely had any now, just a tiny bush above his penis, as the whole school would know all too soon. Finn was intimidated by how physically mature Griffin was. The captain wasn't even quite eighteen years old, but already looked like a grown man of twenty-five or so.

Behind Griffin were four of his teammates, all wearing shoulder pads and jocks and nothing else. Was this a fashion statement? They were all big, hairy and intimidating, too, but not as much as Griffin.

Finn realized the football players must've been undressing elsewhere in the locker room the same time he was, and they'd been stealthy about it. That was disturbing. He knew boys were usually boisterous in the locker room. They tried to outdo each other by being as loud and obnoxious as possible. These guys had managed to enter the locker room after Finn and strip down to their minimal attire without making a sound. He was getting nervous.

It occurred to him that could be the reason why the bigger boys were dressed, or undressed, the way they were. It was a bizarre intimidation tactic. But why did they want to intimidate Finn? That’s when he remembered what the maintenance woman had said. Was Finn a dweeb of opportunity?

Griffin and his crew were silently looking Finn over with very critical eyes. Their scrutiny made him feel every bit of has nakedness. They were just too big and brawny. He was a skinny little shrimp in comparison. He wanted to cover up his crotch, but he knew he’d look ridiculous.

Finally Griffin spoke. "Where you going, little guy?"

Finn’s voice was too high when he said, "I... I was going to take a shower."

Griffin shook his head. "Not just yet. You'd just have to take another one after we're through with you."

Finn backed up a step and asked, "What does that mean?" But he knew what it meant. He was the dweeb. Was the whole long, terrible day leading up to THIS? Was every humiliation just a prelude to having to get down on his knees in front of these boys?”

He was getting ready to run, even though he knew he could never escape. They were much more athletic than him, and he was worn out from doing laps anyway.

Griffin indicated the long bench in front of the lockers. He said, "First things first. Sit here with me and I'll tell you a story."

Griffin sat down himself and patted a spot on the the bench beside him.

Finn said, "If we're going to talk, I need to put some clothes on."

Griffin shook his head again. "You won't be needing clothes for quite a while. Now SIT."

Finn sat. Griffin reached around the boy and pulled him closer till their arms were touching. This was WAY too close. He didn't remove his arm either. He left it laying over Finn's shoulders. The other boys lined up in front of the bench. One boy... who Finn knew was named Colt... was standing so close, his protective cup was right in front of Finn's face. The boy was intentionally pushing his hips forward to close the distance even more.

He noticed Finn's aversion and asked, "Does my cup being so close make you uncomfortable?"

Finn nodded and said, "Sorry, but yes. Nothing personal, you know. It’s just that… well, there’s a dick in it."

Colt said, "No problem. Here."

He grabbed his jock strap, pulled it down and took it off. After tossing it to the side, he resumed his pose. Now Finn had a big, meaty penis hanging about an inch from his nose.

Colt said, "There. No cup."

Griffin patted Finn on the shoulder and said, "Now that we're all comfy, I'll tell you that story I promised you."

Finn said in a small voice, "I want to go home."

Griffin told him, "Don't worry kid. You will. Once everyone is through with you. Now about that story..." Griffin squeezed Finn to him. "I know how little boys LOVE to hear stories."

Finn bumped his head on Griffin's shoulder pad.

Griffin said, "Oops. THAT'S not good. How can you be comfortable with my protective gear knocking you in the head? Boys, get rid of all the gear. We're probably scaring poor little Finn with it anyway. And we don't want our boy to be scared." He squeezed again. "Do we, Finn?"

Finn gave a sad, miserable, "No."

He didn't know what was going on, but he had a good idea where it would end up. Finn had seen how older, bigger boys bullied the younger, smaller ones. He'd been on the receiving end of that more times than he could count. Luckily for him, it had never gone beyond taunting and some slightly rough pushing around. But a couple of years ago, in the seventh grade, he'd witnessed what could happen when bullies took it further. A boy he knew, Samuel, had told a teacher he saw four eighth grade boys vaping in the restroom. They'd been tormenting him all year and he finally got his revenge. They were sentenced to a month in detention. Samuel bragged to everyone who would listen about how he'd brought the older boys down. Finn knew it wouldn't end well for him.

One day, the eighth graders caught Samuel in the locker room during the last period of the day. Everyone else knew what was about to happen and finished up quickly so they could leave. Some didn't even take a shower. They barely got dressed. Finn was oblivious to what was happening. He just noticed how strangely empty the locker room was when he came out of the showers. As he took off his towel in front of his locker, he heard some gagging sounds from behind another bank of lockers.

Then a voice saying, "Please, no. Don't make me do it any more."

Then more gagging.

Finn was afraid, but he was also curious. Curiosity won out. Still naked, he peeked around the lockers and was so shocked by what he saw that he yelped. Before he could run, one of the boys grabbed him and dragged him over to the scene that had startled him. The boy hooked his arms through Finn's from behind and held him tight. He was bigger and stronger than Finn. There was no chance of escape.

Finn was crying. "I didn't do anything. Let me go."

The biggest boy, probably the leader, said, "No, you didn't fuck us over like this one did. But just to make sure you know what'll happen if you do, you get to stay and watch. Don't let go of him, Mace. Make sure he watches every juicy moment."

Mace said, "Sure thing, William."

Then William threw his head back and moaned. Finn had been trying to look at anything else, but now he had to confront what was right in front of him. Samuel was on his knees doing something that produced that sound of pleasure from William. Finn was dumbfounded. He was horrified. He knew there were boys who did this, some because they were gay and some by mutual agreement because they were just horny. But Samuel was obviously being forced to perform the act. He had tears rolling down his cheeks.

Finn had to watch as all four boys received their pleasure. When Mace's turn arrived, another boy took his place holding onto Finn. Finn was glad. Mace had been rubbing his erection against Finn's bare backside as he watched. Finn had been terrified the bigger boy was going to slip it into him.

Samuel never stopped crying, but still did the deed. He must've been threatened with something terrible if he refused.

When it was over, the boy holding Finn asked, "Let this one go now?"

William thought for a moment, then said, "No."

Finn cried out, "NO? You said all I had to do was watch."

William said, "Calm down. Stop crying. All I meant was that you've been such a good audience, you should get a little reward. And you’re obviously ready for it.”

Finn followed William’s gaze down to his own crotch. He was amazed to see how hard he was.

William said, “Sammy, my boy, you've got one more customer."

Finn was still held tightly from behind. He couldn't have escaped if he wanted to. But once Samuel went to work, escape was the furthest thing from his mind.

When it was over, they let Finn get dressed. Samuel meekly asked if he could go too.

William said, "Not so fast Sammy. Now it’s time for the other end." As Samuel started to cry all over again, William told Finn, "Get out of here. You don't want to see what happens next."

Finn and Samuel had been fairly good friends before that day. Afterwards, they never spoke about what had happened. They never spoke at all.

Was what happened to Samuel about to happen to him? Finn couldn’t accept that. There was no way the universe would make HIM get down on his knees and service a bunch of low class football players. But then he thought about everything else that had happened that day. The universe had apparently abandoned him.

The four football players standing in front of him removed all their gear. Once they were naked, they showed none of the self-consciousness that plagued Finn whenever he had to be naked in the locker room. They were quite at ease. They were in their element.

Griffin said, "Well, I guess that just leaves me."

He stood up and took off his pads, then removed his jock. His penis was massive. Actually, all of them had big penises. Coach had been correct. Did football players have to pass a penile size test before they could join the team? Finn's wasn't small for his age, but even if he had the brawn for football, Finn Jr. would never make the cut.

The bigger boys were crowding in on him so close, they were a wall of muscle and hair, penises and scrotums. Sitting on the bench, Finn couldn’t see anything else.

Griffin asked, “Do you like what you see?”

That made Finn realize he’d been staring. He said, “No, of course not. It’s just… you all are so… your dicks are so… big… and thick…” He forced himself to shut up before he embarrassed himself further.

Griffin laughed. “Don’t worry about it. Boys your age can be very… fluid… in their sexuality.”

Finn declared hotly, “I’m not FLUID.”

“Sure you are. That’s what I’m playing off of with all this homoerotic togetherness. It gets you aroused and makes you more compliant.”

Finn shot back, “I’m not aroused or compliant either.”

Griffin said, “Awww. Is that your way of challenging me to up my game? Ok…”

He grabbed the back of Finn’s head with both hands and pulled him into a hug. Since he was standing and Finn was seated, this forced Finn’s face into the captain’s crotch.

Griffin asked, “Is that better?”

He let Finn struggle for a while, then released him. Finn fell back with a furious look on his face.

He yelled, “You had your ball hair in my MOUTH!”

Griffin sat and draped his arm over Finn’s shoulders again.

He said, “Consider it an appetizer. You’re gonna get the whole meal later on. Actually, a five course meal. Now, on to the story. There once was a girl named Misty. She was fourteen years old. Her older sister, Leslie, was the captain of the cheerleading squad.”

Finn forgot the humiliation of where his face had just been. He knew Misty. They’d been lab partners.

Griffin continued. “Misty had a crush on a boy. It took her months to work up the courage to approach him and make her feelings known. When she finally did, the boy didn’t just reject her. He totally crushed her. He said she was too low class to be with someone like him.”

“No. Wait a minute.” Finn tried to stand up but Griffin forced him back down. “I didn’t say she was low class. I said there was a class incompatibility between us.”

Griffin said, “Oh. I see. So you thought she was too far above you on the scale.”

Finn said, “No, of course not. That’s ridiculous. How could she be? I have straight A’s. She’s a C at best.”

Griffin said, “Ohhhh. I really DO see. To be so smart, you can be awfully stupid when you open your mouth. At any rate, Misty was devastated. She went into a depression. It took her family… mainly her sister Leslie… and a whole lot of Prozac to bring her back.”

Finn said, “I knew she was out of school for a while. I figured she’d just got knocked up by some stupid football play…”

Griffin squeezed Finn’s shoulder. “See? Like I said. About your mouth. But don’t worry about it. You didn’t hurt your case. But only because it couldn’t get any worse no matter what you say. Misty is back and she’s doing fine… in case you were interested. She even wants to get reacquainted with that boy, the one she used to like. Leslie has been helping her out with that. Heck, we all have. We LIKE Misty. And we don’t like to see her get hurt.”

Griffin squeezed even harder. Finn winced.

“What that boy did to her kinda pisses us off. So me and the boys came up with a plan. It wasn’t even all that complicated. It couldn’t be since were a bunch of stupid football players. All it took was a word to Coach about how you’re too much a wuss to wear your jock strap in gym. Then a few suggestions at just the right time so he’d make you pull your shorts down. The word had gone out for a bunch of girls to show up in the gym with their cell phones ready. Then there was stealing your clothes and leaving the replacements. Then, of course, was the next suggestion to Coach about making you run laps around the track. And there were all the kids we placed around the halls to take video if your shorts fell down. How are you liking the story so far?”

Finn was looking down dejectedly. That was probably a mistake. It meant he could see his penis where its head rested on the bench. That reminded him of how EVERYBODY was going to see his penis, if they hadn’t already. So he looked up again, and all he could see surrounding him were humongous football player penises. And he had the feeling that soon he was going to be seeing them from much closer.

He asked, “What are you going to do with all the videos and photos?”

Griffin pulled him close. “I’m sorry, little guy. That’s already been done. You’ve gone viral. When you get to school tomorrow morning… if you dare to even show up… everyone will know you very intimately. Believe me, I’ve seen the images. They’re going to know every inch of you. And since you’re such a jerk to everybody around you, they’re going to make sure you never forget it.”

Finn started crying. He loved school, but now the thought of returning to it the next day and every day after that was unbearable.

Griffin said, “Oh, don’t cry, little guy. Save those tears for later. Because this party has only just begun. Misty and Leslie said me and the boys could have fun with you first since we were the ones who set up the plan. Then they get their turn, along with the whole cheerleading squad. From what I’ve heard of their plans for you, you’ll be begging to come back here to entertain us boys again. They’re going to have… toys. I’ll just leave it at that. I know little boys like their toys, but you’re not going to like these.”

Griffin stood up abruptly. “I’m first since I’m the captain. Rank has its privileges.”

Finn looked him straight in the penis and said, “I’m not doing it. And since you already released the images, you don’t have anything to threaten me with. Dumb move.”

Griffin dropped the pleasant facade. “You WILL do it, little guy. Or we’ll make you wish you had. You’re forgetting we’re big, mean football players and you’re a little shrimp. And there’s five of us and only one of you. And we’re a whole lot bigger than you.” Griffin looked at Finn’s penis. “In every way. We won’t hurt you. We don’t lower ourselves to busting up babies like you. But we WILL hold you down on the floor and take turns sitting on your face. Me and the boys have got REALLY hairy assholes. There’s quite a few dweebs who’ve either pissed us off or were just in the wrong place at the wrong time who can attest to that. And personally, whenever I sit on a face, I like to put my earbuds in and facedance to the music. And I always pick something with a fast tempo and a driving beat. Something I can really move to.”

Finn yelled, “You’re GROSS!”

Griffin said, “Maybe. But I’m not the one about to have a faceful of asshole.”

One of the other boys spoke up. “It’s not just the asshole. That wouldn’t cover an entire face. There’s the taint and the cock and balls. They all do their part.”

Griffin said, “Yes, yes. I’m not trying to slight any part of the male anatomy. And a word of warning, Finn. Do you know Johnny Fields?”

Finn answered, “Ummm… yes. Why?”

“Well, he almost smothered about a week ago. He was making so much noise while I sat on him that I couldn’t tell when he started crying that he couldn’t breathe. Words get really muffled when your face is in somebody’s butt crack. So we came up with a system so we don’t lose anyone. It’s a signal, kinda like a safe word, if you know what that is. When me or the boys feel a little wet tongue licking up and down our crack vigorously, we know the boy’s in trouble. You know Terry Stone?”

Finn said, “Yes?”

“Worked like a charm for him. He’s still alive and well because of our innovation. Now, if you’ll just lay down on that nasty floor…”

Finn heaved a huge sigh. “Never mind. I’ll do it… the other stuff, I mean. I’m tired. This day has destroyed me. I’ll do whatever you say.”

“Is that a promise? And do NOT break a promise to me.”

“Yes, it’s a promise.”

Griffin patted Finn on the head. “Good boy. And just so you know, there’s going to be other videos. We’ll be making some here, and the girls will be making their own. None of our faces will be in the frame, but yours will be. These are going to be the kind of images that will follow you around and ruin every chance in life you could’ve had. You want into MIT? Too bad. You want that high-paying job uptown. Too bad again. We’ll make sure of it.”

Finn whimpered, “No, please. I’m trying to cooperate.”

Griffin said, “Wait. Don’t despair. Be nice and do what everyone tells you… no matter how horrible… and those SPECIAL videos will only be available to a select few. Well… not actually a FEW. A LOT of people are going to see them. But we’ll make sure no one spreads them around. We’ll have strict control. You’ll never know which of your classmates have seen videos of you with your mouth… or your butt… full of dick. Or of you using the girls’ toys. Or of you jerking off with one hand while you finger yourself with the other. Maybe with that disgusting grungy jock strap on your head like a hat. Of course, if someone wants to let you know what they’ve seen, that’s their right. Just imagine having to sit next to a pretty girl in class knowing she’s seen you dancing naked around the locker room showers with brightly colored ribbons hanging out of your butt while you jerk off and sing I’m a Little Teapot. And just so you know, that one IS on the girls’ list. And it’s one of the tamer ones.

“The entire football team will, of course, be requiring your services throughout the year. And next year. And so on. Once me and the boys have graduated and moved on, other football players will take over. And we’ll be loaning you out to friends. The cheerleaders have their own plans. Parties with other girls from school. Parties with girls from OTHER schools. You’ll be the party favor. I don’t know everything they’re going to do, but I did hear them mention a game of pin the tail IN the donkey.”

Griffin pulled Finn’s head forward till the boy’s mouth touched the head of his erect penis. “Open wide.”

The other boys brought out their cell phones.

—

They had him for hours. Before they escorted him to the girls locker room, they showed him some of the video they’d taken of their escapades. As Griffin had promised, the only identifiable person on the screen was Finn.

The last torment they put Finn through was the face-sitting.

Finn cried, “Wait. That was what you were going to do to me if I didn’t cooperate. But I DID.”

Griffin said, “I never told you we wouldn’t do it at all. Now, what kind of music do you like? I’ll put it on speaker.”

Finn was glad of the new safety measures. If not for them, he would’ve smothered to death more than once.

—

In the girls locker room, Misty greeted him with a sad smile and a hello. Then she went right to work. Like Griffin, she got to go first. She was the injured party, after all. Then Leslie got to take over for a while. Then the rest of the cheerleading squad descended on Finn en masse. The only thing they weren’t allowed to do was physically injure the boy. Misty was still kind of fond of him, for some reason.

But that restriction left a LOT of room for creativity, such as the penis-shaped dildo they stuck to a locker door with its suction cup bottom. They took video of Finn with his hands on the bench and his bottom facing the locker, moving forward and back onto the dildo, moaning and gasping. It wasn’t the first time that particular hole had been invaded. He’d just spent hours with the football players after all.

Finn didn’t know which was worse… having it done to him by the boys or being forced to do it to himself by the girls. At least the dildo didn’t have the girth that Griffin and his buddies did.

Cameras caught the locker action from every angle. Finn cried when the director, Misty, told him he’d have to do it all again for the reshoots. Misty was a perfectionist. After all, the movie was going to be seen by all her friends, male and female alike. She demanded so many takes, they used up an entire bottle of lube.

The girls used a different dildo on Finn as he lay over their laps, wailing like a baby.

Then they brought out the life-sized blow-up doll. As Finn plugged away at it on the locker room floor, he could almost imagine a real person under him. He decided he could like using this particular toy… except for the audience and the cameras taking video of him panting and grunting and thrusting in a very undignified way.

After he’d ravished the doll, he was all out of hardons. Even a fourteen year old has his limits. This didn’t matter to the girls. They’d liked watching him humping the doll so much, they made him do it for another half hour. They just used selective camera angles so it wasn’t obvious Finn’s penis was soft.

As nine o’clock approached, the party broke up. Finn had strict orders to return the next day after school for a series of masterbation videos. A few new toys would be involved.

All the girls had ideas for future movies. Finn was going to be kept very busy. That’s the downside to being a star. And if he ever refused to do what he was told? Well, there were the videos he’d already starred in. Only his cooperation kept them from going viral.

Finn finally got his shower. The soap and warm water washed away all the sweat, lube and his own fluids. It DIDN’T wash away the humiliation, or the notion that he’d brought all of this on himself.

Misty recorded his shower, too.

As the physically and emotionally exhausted boy pulled on his clothes… which had miraculously reappeared… Misty told him, “Try to smile more and look like you’re enjoying it tomorrow. And as for this Saturday, you and I are going to that concert in the park. I already cleared it with your mother. She was so happy her nerd of a son was going anywhere with a girl, she ungrounded you. I have a few other dates lined up. They’re not OFFICIALLY dates. I’m not allowed to do THAT till I’m sixteen. We can just call them rehearsals.”

Finn gave her a weak laugh and said, “The joke’s on YOU. When I don’t get home till 10 tonight, I’ll be grounded for eternity. I won’t even be allowed to date in the afterlife.”

Misty tweaked one of his nipples making him yip. “Nope. That was taken care of too. The math teacher, or someone who claimed to be him, called your house and told your mother you were helping him work on an important theorem. Your mother fell for it. She’s not too bright is she?”

Finn said, “No. I think I’m adopted.”

The cheerleading squad filed out the door, each smacking him on his bottom as they passed.

Someone called out, “See you tomorrow, Tiger.”

As Finn and Misty parted, she shyly said, “Finn, I really enjoyed… you know… using the dildo on you. Thanks.” She gave him that sad smile again and walked away.

Finn’s mother picked him up in front of the school. On the ride home, he thought about all he’d just endured at the hands of the football players and the cheerleaders. He thought about the humiliating videos they’d taken and how other kids were going to see them. He thought about the videos from earlier in the day… just nudity, no action, but still unbearable. Those were probably still being texted to everyone in the student body and beyond.

He also thought about the concert. He’d heard it was supposed to be really good.

—

Samuel woke in the middle of the night to the sound of someone tapping on his window. Amazingly it was Finn, a former friend he hadn’t talked to in years.

He slid the window up and said, “What the hell do YOU want?”

He was surprised at all the anger he still had.

Finn said, “Yes. I know you hate me. But keep it down so you don’t wake your parents up.”

Sam said, “You look different somehow. Oh. I know why. You have your clothes on.”

Finn said, “Funny. It’s almost like I haven’t already heard that a million times in the last two weeks.”

Sam realized Finn DID look different. He asked, “How ARE you doing? For real. I mean, it must be awful. That video of you crawling along the track was BRUTAL. That closeup was… well…”

Finn said, “Yes. I know. Let’s just leave it at brutal. And I guess I’m doing as well as could be expected. After a while it HAS to stop being humiliating. Right?”

Sam said, “Don’t count on it. Every time I see those guys who made me blow them, they wink at me, and it’s like I’m living that day all over again. Actually I DID live that day all over again. It wasn’t the last time they did it. After a few months they finally got tired of me after a while and found a new victim. I know I was stupid to tell on them. And even more stupid to mouth off about it like I did. I’m not saying they were justified. Just that I was an idiot. I’ve learned my lesson. I’m being more discreet.”

Finn said, “I didn’t know they kept doing it. Sorry. And, you know I didn’t ask for it when they made you suck me off.”

Sam said, “Yes, I know. You didn’t have anything to do with it. Except get hard from watching me do the others, you pervert.”

“Sorry. I don’t know why I got hard like that.”

Sam said, “Because it made you horny? That’s usually the reason. And then you avoided me forever. Asshole.”

“Look, after you sucked me, I just felt so awkward around you. Whenever I saw you, I’d see them using you like that. And I thought… well, I thought that nothing like that could ever happen to ME. It’d be impossible. Somehow the universe would never let it happen. I was above all that. Well, the universe set out to prove me wrong. Big time. It told me I’ve been a conceited jerk for my whole life. I’m… I’m trying to do better.”

Sam said, “I guess if we’re being all open with each other, I should tell you I’ve seen a few of the OTHER videos of you. Like the one with the locker dildo. Ouch. I saw it with a bunch of guys… and girls… from the chess club. One of the member’s brother is on the football team. He had it on a thumb drive. Everyone thought it was hilarious. We watched it on a big screen tv in 4K. Your facial expressions were great. It’s like you were loving it and hating it at the same time.”

Finn’s mouth dropped open in shock. “I was NOT loving it.”

“You were hard. Remember what causes that?”

Finn said, “It’s just… the girls were watching… and the sensation was… never mind. How many people do you think have seen that one?”

“Word is… about half the school. That’s a conservative estimate.”

Finn sighed. “Shit. Did your fucking chess club watch any others?”

“There was the I’m a Little Teapot one. We played that one over and over. We finally had to stop because no one could breathe from laughing so hard.”

“Great. I’m being laughed at by the CHESS club.”

Sam said, “I knew you were being forced to do it. Everyone knows it. And that makes it even more satisfying for them, because…”

“I’m a conceited jerk. I know.”

Sam asked, “Is that why you’re here? To tell me you’re a conceited jerk. News flash, I already know.”

Finn said, “I came because I’m trying to make amends. I owe you a couple of things. One of them is an apology. So… I apologize.”

“What’s the other thing you owe me?”

Finn said, “You can’t guess?”

Sam thought for a moment, then smiled. He dropped his pajama bottoms and said, “Come on in.”