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 It was another special detention.  Miss Devasquez had been looking forward
to this, a second helping of cocky Reggie.  He was the only boy on the team
that she really wanted to abuse.  She loved stripping the other boys.  She
even loved their embarrassment, shame and humiliation.  With Reggie it was
different though.  She wasn't just doing this for the entertainment of it.
He could really use the lesson.  Knocking him down a peg or ten would be
good for everyone.  Forcing him to bare his goods wasn't enough.  Miss
Devasquez would do that to any boy on the team.  For Reggie, it had to be
special.  That's why she had made him choose five other boys to join him in
this demonstration.  Granted, seeing five more unwillingly exposed cocks
would really improve her day, but what she really wanted was to put a dent
in Reggie's reputation.

   Of course an event like this needed a bit more control than Miss
Devasquez had.  She thought maybe she could tell six baseball boys what to
do.  By now they would probably do whatever she told them, but that was
only because of Miss Hartick.  So, to be sure that there would be no
defiance at all, Miss Devasquez had requested Miss Hartick's supervision as
well.  That made it certain.  The other boys might complain that they had
done nothing wrong, but it wouldn't matter if Miss Hartick was right there.
It was like her super power.  No one said no to her.

   Those boys all arrived at the same time.  They must have gotten together
all at once so that none of them would have to walk in alone.  Miss
Devasquez was pleased to see that Reggie was the last one in the room
though.  He wasn't their leader.

   The boys were horrified when they came in.  What would a special
detention be if there weren't extra eyes present to enjoy the boys?  Miss
Devasquez only wished she could do more than look, but she wasn't certain
that Miss Hartick would approve in this setting.  As it was there would be
humiliation enough.  Along with Miss Devasquez, Miss Hartick, Mindy and
Shelly, other females had been invited.  Miss Hartick brought along Miss
Bridle, the school counselor.  She also made sure to have some stellar girl
students in the room.  Allison was there, since she was the school's top
student.  There was also Wendy and Tatiana.  Shelly had brought along her
friend Jean and another girl, Hannah.  Miss Devasquez had invited two more
teachers, Miss Armstrong and Miss Fox, who certainly lived up to her name.
Miss Fox might have been the hottest teacher in the school.

   The boys were stunned at the size of this crowd.  These women had them
outnumbered two to one!  That had been Miss Hartick's idea.  The boys
always had the shelter of the locker room where they had their fellow team
mates.  Now they were not only taken out of that place, they were
surrounded by women that they would be "forced to respect".

   Miss Devasquez took charge.  "Boys, I want you all to line up at the
front of the class room.  Good.  Now you know why you're here?"

   "No," Philip said.

   "Let me remind you then," Miss Devasquez said with pleasure.  "Reggie
chose you five to join him in this special detention."

   "But we didn't do anything!" Dean said.

   "That's true," Miss Hartick said.  When she spoke, it was clear that no
one else was going to say a word.  "When your team gets in trouble with
Coach Grady, does he deal with just one of you?  Or does he make several of
you run or do extra pushups?  He makes his point by disciplining the team,
and that's what's happening now.  Reggie refused to cooperate with Shelly's
interview.  Now all six of you can pay the price for that.  If you don't
want to be a part of any more disciplinary actions, then I suggest you keep
your team mates in line."

   Brian looked around.  He hoped that this wasn't going to be what he
thought.  "What do we have to do?"

   Miss Devasquez took over again.  "Boys, you've been resisting the female
presence in your locker room long enough.  One way or another, you're going
to learn.  We brought you here to allow you to demonstrate your willingness
to cooperate.  There's no interview at the moment.  But you will behave as
though this were one.  You know what that means."

   Alex looked around at all the women and girls.  "But there's so many of
you!"

   Brian was smart enough to ask the teachers in the room, "Do you know
what they're going to make us do?"

   "All the teachers have had it explained," Miss Hartick said.

   Mindy said, "The girls are in for a treat."

   The students in the room whispered to each other.  Ever since the first
special detention, there were stories.  Everyone knew that Shelly had been
in the locker room on more than one occasion.  Jean and Shelly and Allison
knew exactly what they were going to get to see.  They'd seen it already.
Wendy, Tatiana and Hannah were wondering what was really going to happen.
They were hoping that the stories were true, that Miss Hartick would make
these boys strip all their clothes off.  Who could believe that though? 
They were anxious for it all the same.

   As for the women in the room, each one had a different outlook.  Miss
Armstrong was the one that none of you as readers would choose to put
there, because she was the one who would be completely opposed to this
entire girl reporter program.  Like Miss Devasquez and Mindy, Miss
Armstrong will have a conscience telling her just how wrong all of this is.
Unlike Miss Devasquez and Mindy, Miss Armstrong will not surrender to her
female urges.  The only reason she came along was to see this with her own
eyes.  She knew that Miss Hartick was a bit off, but she didn't really
believe that boys were simply forced to get naked.

   Miss Fox, on the other hand, couldn't wait to see these studs strip
down. She knew that all the boys fantasized about her.  She had overheard
them and intercepted notes.  She couldn't help being a boys' fantasy, but
it bothered her.  Now she could get even and get some fantasy material of
her own.  In fact, she would see more of these boys then they would ever
get to see of her.  She couldn't wait.

   Miss Bridle was the school counselor.  She was a soft spoken and kind of
nervous woman.  She had serious concerns about the effect all this was
having on the boys.  She probably would have been a lot more like Miss
Armstrong if it weren't for the fact that she had to talk to Miss Hartick.
Miss Hartick was overpowering and she was also persuasive at times.  Miss
Bridle had decided not to pass judgment yet.  Besides, she would get to see
the naked boys!  Goodness knows she had noticed just how attractive the
baseball boys were.

   The six boys that were lined up already looked like they were ready to
die from exposure.  And they weren't exposed at all yet.  They shuffled and
worried.  "Miss Hartick, isn't this too many women and girls?" "Make Reggie
do this, but let the rest of us go!" "Are we really going to have to take
it all off?"

   "That's right," Mindy said happily.  She wasn't even going to disguise
her pleasure.  She couldn't keep the smile off of her face or the squeal
out of her voice.  The girls in the room heard that and they were ready for
a show.

   Miss Devasquez had to try to keep up the illusions.  "See boys, if we
let this bad attitude towards the girls go on, then we know it will only
get out of hand.  The idea is that you can do whatever you have to to break
down the sexual boundaries here at Prellis High."

   Dean tried to sound macho, but it came out like a whine.  "But this is a
detention!  You're punishing us!  You know we hate it!"

   Miss Hartick started up then.  Once she started talking, the subject
would be closed.  No one was going to interfere after she had her say.  "If
you hate it so much, then this is a learning experience.  You can learn to
live with it.  No one expects you to be comfortable.  We only expect you to
do what you have to do.  And only Reggie is being punished.  That's what
brought about the detention.  The stripping and the extra boys only help
further the reporting program that I've put in place.  Miss Devasquez and I
have considered making these after school sessions a regular occurrence to
make certain that you boys know how to behave though.  It's time to get
started now.  These girls and these women didn't come here to hear you
argue.  They came here to see you naked.  I know that most of them don't
have anything to do with the reporting, but they are now representatives of
the girls of the school.  You are to treat them with the professional
courtesy that you give willingly to Shelly."

   Miss Bridle started to lean more in favor of this strange idea.  "They
do this for Shelly willingly?"

   Miss Hartick said, "They resisted at first, but now the boys have come
to understand how important it is.  They still like to act embarrassed, but
they don't complain much now.  They may not be happy about it, but they
serve their sport willingly by letting Shelly see them undress."

   The boys all muttered.  Every one of them wanted to shout that it wasn't
true.  They wanted to say that they were forced into this.  None of them
had the courage to be the one boy to speak up though.  So instead they all
started to nervously unbutton and slip their shirts off.

   The girls in the room could hardly stand it.  They were squirming and
oohing and ahing as the boys started.  "Will they really take off
everything?" "Will we get to see their, uh, you know?" "Oh my gosh,
Philip's hot." "I like Alex best." "OooooOOOOoooH!  MMmmM!"

   Bare from the waist up, the boys stalled a few moments.  Mindy couldn't
stop grinning.  "That's not enough, boys!  You know you've got to keep
stripping!"

   Miss Fox's eyes were just eating up the scene.  The boys could hardly
stand to look at her, the way she stared so lasciviously.  Miss Armstrong
was amazed.  She just knew this wasn't going to keep going.  But the boys
were taking their pants off!  Surely that would be the end of it.

   Miss Bridle said, "Should the girls be quite that, uhm, vocal?"

   Miss Hartick told her, "It would be unreasonable to expect them not to
enjoy it.  Don't you think it would affect the girls adversely if they had
to pretend that they weren't girls?"

   "Oh, uhm, I hadn't thought about it like that."

   Miss Armstrong couldn't believe what she was hearing.  Surely some other
woman in the room would stop this.  When she looked around though, she saw
that there wasn't a single pair of women's eyes that wasn't soaking up the
skin.  What could she say to stop that?

   The boys were reduced to their underwear.  They stood in a line of six
gorgeous bodies for all the hungry eyes.  Their fellow students were all on
the verge of shrieking hormonally.  It was terrible, being treated like zoo
exhibits for so many eager females.

   Miss Devasquez was determined to make this a real show.  "Boys, you may
turn around before you take your underwear off."

   The boys all slowly turned before they reluctantly removed their last
bit of cover.  They were careful not to give away anything more than their
backsides, but the girls all loved it.  "Oooooooo!" "Woo-woo!" "Oh god,
they're hot!" Shelly gave her practiced wolf whistle.

   "I can't believe this," Miss Armstrong whispered to Miss Fox.  "Can you
believe they're making those poor boys do this?"

   "MMmm-hmmMMM!" Miss Fox said, with a lecherous gaze roaming over the
bare buns.

   Miss Armstrong was shocked.  How could a teacher go along with this? 
Granted, those were some nice butts up there, but this was so wrong!  Miss
Armstrong felt helpless to do the right thing.  She could only imagine how
the boys felt!

   Miss Devasquez said, "If everyone's gotten a good enough look, then I'll
have the boys turn around again?  Ready?"

   "YEAH!" "Oh, this is so good!" "Hee hee hee!  We're looking at you,
boys!"

   The boys were made to turn around, but all of them had their hands
clasped possessively over their goods.  The girls were laughing and
giggling.  Shelly had her famous wicked stare and cocky half smile.  Greedy
gazes were everywhere and the boys knew that they were about to give up the
last of their pride.

   Miss Bridle quietly asked Miss Hartick, "Uhm I understand your support
for Shelly, but is this really necessary?"

   "You should see how the boys act when they aren't forced to behave. 
They're incorrigible."

   "But don't you worry about the effect this has on them?"

   "As far as I can tell, Miss Bridle, it hasn't affected their grades or
their athletic performance.  You can check if you wish.  I'd like your
input on this program."

   "Cer-certainly.  Are the boys, are they really going to have to uncover
everything?"

   "Of course.  Don't worry.  You'll see it all."

   That wasn't what had Miss Bridle worried.  She was like Miss Devasquez
and Mindy.  She felt bad for the boys.  She wasn't as certain that this was
all so wrong though.  If Miss Hartick could be that confident about it,
then couldn't she be right?  Miss Bridle decided not to decide her opinion
yet.  She would, however, be certain to get a good look at what was going
to happen next.

   Shelly said, "I think it's time for some dick!  Move those hands!"

   "What did she say?" Miss Armstrong whispered.

   "Oh yes," Miss Fox said.

   "Wait, wait," Miss Devasquez said.  "One at a time.  We'll go down the
line." This was a great performance.  Miss Devasquez was thrilled to hear
the sounds of approval from the girls and women in the room.  She felt like
a magician performing her greatest trick.  Like a magic word, she would say
a boy's name, and his penis would appear!  "Philip?  Give them what they
want."

   Jean and the other girls all squealed almost as good as Mindy did.  Hot
as hell, star pitcher Philip dropped his hands and hung his head as the
women got to see his entire body.

   Miss Devasquez pointed to the next blushing boy.  "Mark?  You were the
first boy I got to see Shelly interview.  I've been dying to see that penis
again." He took a few seconds to work up the nerve.  He moved his hands
aside slowly so that they could all see his wonder.  He had a nice body,
but that penis may have been his best feature.  The girls all giggled at
him as he stood there naked for them.  He heard them assess his manhood. 
All he could do was try to avoid looking any of them in the eye.

   Next, Miss Devasquez moved over and said, "Dean?  Set aside that
modesty." He gave her a burning look, but he did what she said.  He threw
his hands down defiantly so that they could take in the sight of his
sweetstick.  For half a minute or so he looked as proud as a greek statue.
Then the sounds of the whispers and the high pitched girl noises got to
him. He blushed all at once, turning beet red.  He kept standing straight,
but he trembled with it as he felt all the eyes on his body.

   "Brian?  Give us your goods." His head moved one way and another like he
was looking for an escape.  There was no escape from this.  He was going to
have to surrender his self respect so that a room full of lusty girls and
women could enjoy his naked shame.  Miss Devasquez had to say his name
again.  The girls were already whispering and staring at that spot, still
covered by his hands.  His fingers twitched, and he let go of his pride. 
His head fell to one side.  The embarrassment of this forced exposure was
so much that he didn't think he would ever feel anything else again.  He
heard the girls size him up.  "He's not as big as the others, is he?"
"What? He's hot!" "And that isn't small." "That's one nice dick!"

   "Alex?" Miss Devasquez said.  He was startled by the sound of his own
name.  It was his turn to offer his "respect" by giving up his own self
respect.  He had heard one of the girls say he was her favorite.  Anywhere
else that would have been great.  Here it was mortifying.  He stuttered,
"Can't I, uh, do I really have to, why do I, never mind." He let them look.
He heard a few little happy moans from his audience.  He covered back up.
He couldn't take it.  Then he knew that it would only be worse if he didn't
play along.  He uncovered again, bringing laughter from all the girls and a
couple of the teachers.

   The last one was the one Miss Devasquez was waiting for.  She couldn't
have picked a favorite hottie out of this line up.  They were a pack of
studs.  But Reggie was her favorite target.  Embarrassing him was a special
privilege.  "Reggie?  Time to let the girls see your wand.  Come on,
Reggie, move those hands.  You know you have to."

   She was surprised to hear the other boys agree with her.  They hated
what was happening to them, but it was Reggie's fault this time.  They
didn't want him to get out of this.  "Come on, man!" "Do it and get it over
with!" "Miss Devasquez, move his hands for him."

   Miss Armstrong couldn't believe what she was hearing.  These boys had
been forced into this so well that they were eager to see each other
abused.

   Miss Bridle had a different point of view.  When she heard the boys
complain, she wondered if Miss Hartick might not have a point after all. 
If these boys, these gorgeous, naked boys, could urge their friend to play
along, then maybe it wasn't so hard on them after all.

   Miss Devasquez did have to move Reggie's hands for him.  He begged her
quietly, "Don't do it!  I can't stand it!  You've made your point!  Oh no.
OH NO!" He was bare penis naked for all those girls and they loved him for
it.  He wasn't used to being popular among the girls.  He liked being
disliked for his vulgar attitude.  But now he was the one being stared at
and objectified.

   Now there was a line up of boys with nothing to hide.  Some of the boys
stared at the women staring at them.  Some let their heads drop to stare at
the floor.  All of them blushed and shivered.  Twelve women were staring at
their cocks.  They could hear the happy noises and the commentary from all
sides.

   Jean and the other girls were beside themselves with excitement.  "Look
at all that dick!" "They're naked!  They're really naked!" "Oh my gosh, I
love Miss Hartick." "I'll dream about this for a month!"

   Shelly told them, "The show's not over yet.  Just wait."

   The boys heard that and they dreaded it.  They struggled with their own
urges.  They could feel all the shame and horror of this public show
flowing through their young bodies.  It all centered on one area in
particular.  All of them hated it that they couldn't resist.  It was
terrible enough being forced to strip and show off their intimates to a
bunch of lecherous women.  Their own bodies would betray them though.  It
was only a matter of time before they would be hard, thrust up and out for
the girls and the women.  The boys all fought against their own
embarrassment.  It was a battle of wills.  They all knew they were doomed,
but they tried so hard.  It started with Dean.  He felt the movement of his
member.  He clenched his fists and swore under his breath.  Little by
little, he started to rise.  The girls were amazed as always.  "Look at
that!" "Oh my god, he's growing!" "Why is that happening?" "I love it! 
Keep going, Dean!"

   Before the detention, Shelly, Mindy and Miss Devasquez had placed bets
on the erections.  Each of them took turns picking boys' names so that they
all had two.  Any name that placed in the top half of the boner race was
considered a win.  Every win for Mindy and Miss Devasquez was an interview
subject of their choice, and exclusive handling rights for that interview.
A win for Shelly would be the right to watch the boys shower for fifteen
minutes on a locker room day and the right to dry off the last boy to walk
out during her time.

   Mindy was elated that Dean was lifting first.  He was one of her picks.
She watched his fabulous unit lift up while the girls giggled and pointed
at him.  He blushed deeper than before as the drawbridge raised.  He got
there first by a wide margin.  He was hard and humiliated for a dozen
female witnesses.

   None of the other boys had stayed soft.  It was a struggle for all of
them though.  It was like a slow motion race, but the boys wanted to be the
last ones to reach the finish line.  Some of them were doing so well that
it looked like they might not reach their zenith.

   The girls didn't help.  "They're all doing it!" "Oh, keep it up!" "Don't
slow down!" "Oh no!  Alex is starting to fall a little!  Don't do that!"

   Hannah had to ask the obvious question.  "Why is that happening to
them?"

   "It always happens when the boys get naked," Shelly said happily.

   Miss Devasquez said, "It's just their normal reaction to all the
attention."

   Wendy said, "You mean they're getting hard just because we're looking at
them?"

   Three of the struggling penises rose right up in answer to her question.
Of course Wendy started giggling uncontrollably.  She'd never felt such
control over a boy.

   The bet was settled.  Mark, Brian and Philip had risen quickly, in that
order.  So Miss Devasquez and Shelly had also picked winning names.

   The only boys still resisting the call to arms were Alex and Reggie. 
Both of them were just slightly above the halfway point.  The room was
quiet for just a moment as you could hear Miss Hartick tell Miss Bridle,
"You can tell by their reaction that this is not exactly traumatizing. 
Neither the boys nor their penises really resist."

   That ended it for Reggie.  He lifted up straight away.  That was almost
all of them.  Alex felt some pride now that he was resisting the call.  He
managed to make his dick fall just a bit.  The girls groaned.  He smiled.
He almost felt a triumph.  He looked around at his oglers, daring them to
enjoy.  He wasn't going to give in.  Then he looked at Miss Fox, sultry
Miss Fox.  When he made eye contact with her, she gave him a wink and a
kissy face.  Alex's eyes shot open wide as his hard on took control.  Just
like that he was fully aroused.  There were no more hold outs.  Every boy
was completely embarrassed at being naked and stiff for so many onlookers
at once.

   The girls in the class were all smiles.  They were walking along that
line, getting a good look at each stiff standing soldier in that line up.
Every so often a boy would try to cover it up, only to be told by Miss
Hartick or Miss Devasquez to let the girls enjoy.

   Miss Fox had fantasy material for weeks.  She told the boys, "You've got
nothing to be embarrassed about.  You're all very attractive young men. 
MmmM, very attractive!"

   Miss Armstrong couldn't take any more.  She stood up and announced
loudly, "This is terrible!  I'm not going to stand here and watch this! 
Miss Hartick, I'm going to talk to Principal Steadworth.  We'll see about
all this!  And you, young lady," she pointed to Shelly, "you should be
ashamed of yourself!" She stormed out.

   The girls in the room all turned dramatic.  Allison, Wendy, Tatiana,
Jean and Hannah all were in a hurry to encourage Miss Hartick.  "You can't
let her stop you!" "You've got to keep doing this!" "Miss Hartick, you're a
genius!" "Miss Armstrong's just a fussy, uh, you know."

   Miss Hartick was overjoyed to see that the girls all had the appropriate
reaction.  She really felt that she was accomplishing something.  But
remember that while Miss Hartick was a bit off center that she also felt
the need to be responsible.  "Well, girls, it seems that more than one
teacher agrees with me, but I have to admit that I have questioned my
methods from time to time." This met with a few very quiet but enthusiastic
whispers from the boys, all of whom were still stiff display pieces.  Miss
Hartick said, "That's why I wanted more teachers to see this.  I wanted
more opinions on the matter."

   Miss Fox didn't wait to be asked.  "I can tell you that this is the best
thing for both the girls and the boys.  I wouldn't want anyone to take
advantage," she almost choked on her own words there, but she kept her
composure.  "But I think that the boys and girls can really get past some
societal barriers this way."

   Miss Hartick didn't particularly like Miss Fox, but at the moment she
felt a bit more fond of her than normal.  She noticed that Miss Fox took
the first opportunity to turn her eyes back to all the boners though.  As
though the boys weren't even there to hear it, the debate went on.  Miss
Hartick asked the school counselor, "Miss Bridle, what do you think?"

   For a moment Miss Bridle was speechless.  On her own she would have
agreed with Miss Armstrong.  The trouble was, the girls all sounded so
desperate to have this continue, and the other teachers seemed to favor it
as well.  There was even that moment that the boys encouraged one of their
own to comply.  She glanced along that row of towers.  She noticed the way
the boys fidgeted and blushed.  It was clear what they felt.  Was this
really too much for them though?  "Well, I don't know.  I see both sides of
the argument." Her eyes hadn't left that row of naked boys.  "It's a bit
hard to decide right now.  It's a bit hard to concentrate, I mean."

   The girls all giggled.  Wendy said, "It sure is!"

   Miss Bridle actually blushed at that moment.  She hadn't meant to say
that.  She had just admitted that she was too in love with the sight of
those stiffies to think clearly.  To recover, she told Miss Hartick, "I
think that I'll have to really consider this for a while.  I think we'll
have to talk about this some more."

   "Certainly," Miss Hartick said.

   The boys would have felt some hope if they could have felt anything
other than the utter humiliation of their enforced nudity.  It was over
though, Miss Hartick said, "Okay, boys, you're dismissed.  You can get
dressed."

   The girls kept enjoying the show as the boys got themselves stuffed back
into their pants.  Mindy was still clicking away with her hidden camera. 
She wouldn't dare bring it into the locker room, but she wasn't about to
miss an opportunity anywhere else.  One by one all the boys quietly left.
Eventually no one was left except for Miss Devasquez, Mindy and Shelly. 
Now that they were away from the others, they could talk openly.  Shelly
said, "Do you really think we can keep this up?"

   "You mean because of Miss Armstrong?" Miss Devasquez asked.  "Do you
really think that Principal Steadworth is going to do anything to get in
Miss Hartick's way?  That silly little man would be happy to stay in his
office forever to keep off her bad side."

   "But what if someone else gets involved?"

   Miss Devasquez worried a bit.  She didn't want to lose her pass to the
heaven of locker room invasion either.  She looked on the bright side
though.  "Miss Armstrong is no match for Miss Hartick.  Don't worry about
Miss Bridle too much either.  I could tell that she was overcome by all
that flesh.  I don't think she's going to want to stop us, as long as it
looks like she might get invited to a few more penis fiestas."

   "We all won the bet," Mindy said.

   "That's right.  Oh, I want to be there tomorrow, but I have a
conference. Looks like you get to pick your stud first, Mindy."

   "EEeeEE!  I want you to interview Chris!"
   "Sure.  See you then, Mindy."