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 The locker room invasions were not only going to continue, they had more
support than ever.  In Miss Hartick's office, she, Miss Devasquez and Miss
Bridle had met to discuss it.  Miss Hartick told Miss Bridle, "I really am
pleased that you've agreed to be a part of this."

   Miss Bridle wouldn't have missed it for the world.  "It is unusual, I
know, but I've come to see just how positive an experience this will be for
those young men."

   "I told you that they weren't as embarrassed as they claimed."

   "Well, I'm not so certain that they aren't, Miss Hartick.  It's just
that the benefits of their nudity far outweigh that concern."

   Miss Devasquez was able to keep from laughing, but she couldn't help a
smile.  These two women had really convinced themselves that they were
doing the right thing.  It was amazing.  She had to ask, "Is there any part
of our process that you find questionable, Miss Bridle?"

   "Well, to be honest I am disappointed that you never made it a point to
have those boys come talk to me.  I've already had Mark come to my office
to talk about his experiences."

   "Oh, he's gorgeous."

   "Not like that," Miss Bridle blushed.  "When they come to my office,
I'll let them vent their frustrations.  I might even try to convince them
that it's in their best interest, but that will take a lot of time.  I
won't make any of them undress there though.  I want them to be comfortable
when they come to see me.  That's the point."

   "Arthur and Peter sure weren't comfortable there the first time. 
Especially Peter."

   Miss Bridle blushed again.  "I really wish I hadn't done that."

   "It was harmless," Miss Devasquez said.  "So you wrote your name on him.
It wasn't as though anyone but his fellow players would ever see it, and
they all understand the situation."

   Miss Hartick said, "I'm not certain that I find it acceptable to write
on the young men."

   Miss Devasquez reminded her, "Don't forget that we agreed early on that
whichever of us chaperones sets the limits."

   Miss Bridle had to agree, "We're doing something new, and I'm taking
notes for future reference.  If this becomes a practice at other schools,
then we'll need to be open minded and allow for different approaches to see
which one works best."

   Miss Devasquez was happy to hear that.  She wouldn't have thought of it
on her own, but seeing that "autograph" on Peter's rear, Miss Devasquez
knew she had to put her name on some fine young butt, probably Mark's. 
"What about touching the young men?  Miss Bridle seems to think that's the
most important part of the process."

   Miss Hartick groaned slightly.  "I never intended for teachers or staff
to take their pleasure that far.  I suppose that if Miss Bridle thinks it's
best, then I won't complain.  I'm certainly not convinced that we should
take liberties like that.  The idea was for Shelly to be comfortable."

   "I'm as female as she is," Miss Devasquez said.  "But I understand your
viewpoint, Miss Hartick." Miss Devasquez knew that she would have to be
careful around Miss Hartick.  She would have loved to have been given free
reign to fondle the boys, but if the only real prohibition was that Miss
Hartick didn't want to see it, then Miss Devasquez couldn't complain.  She
told them, "I'd love to come with you today, but I really am busy.  Have
fun, Miss Bridle."

   "Oh, I will." Then Miss Bridle blushed again.  She couldn't help it. 
She loved it, and she wasn't going to hide it.  It was a bit compromising
to admit it to the other women though.

   Miss Bridle and Miss Hartick met Shelly at the entrance to the boys'
lockers.  "Hello, Miss Hartick.  Hello, Miss Bridle.  Are you ready for
some naked boys?"

   "Shelly!" Miss Bridle knew that the others were very uninhibited about
the way they enjoyed.  She wasn't even sure that she disapproved.  She
wasn't used to hearing it yet though.

   She followed the others into that fabled land of embarrassed boys
changing and showering.  She felt both eagerness and trepidation.  It was
such an intoxicating mix of emotions.  She knew that she had a slight
tremble already, but was it a tremble of anticipation or a tremble of
uncertainty?  When they got there, the baseball team was displaying a
wonderful palette of the various states of undress.  Some were still in
uniform.  Some had their jerseys off, showing hot young muscle.  A few had
only their pants off.  Some were stripped to their underwear, wish so much
skin showing!  There was one boy, and only one boy who was stark naked.

   Miss Hartick's presence was immediately commanding.  "Boys, if I could
have your attention please.  All of you.  That means you too, Peter."

   Peter.  Sexy Peter was the only one naked.  He had his hands cupped over
his goods, but he was wearing nothing.  Nothing, that is, except for an
impressive blush.  Miss Bridle shivered in delight as she let her eyes
feast on him.  She was so in love with this boy's gorgeous body.

   Shelly let her snide smile take over.  "Well, Miss Bridle, it looks like
Peter just doesn't mind letting you see him au natural.  What is this? 
Three times, you've seen him naked?"

   "Y-yes.  Three times.  Oh gosh, you really are handsome, Peter."

   That only embarrassed him more.  Miss Hartick wasn't going to let him
show all of his embarrassment though.  She shook her head slightly. 
"Peter, you know I won't let you disrespect us like that.  Move your hands.
You have nothing to be afraid of."

   Peter hesitated.  His arms moved like he might bare himself, but his
hands just had a hard time letting go of his modesty.  It almost looked
like he had to literally force his hands away, but when he did, there was a
nice, bare, dangling dick.  Shelly gave her practiced wolf whistle.  Miss
Hartick told him, "You see?  There's nothing to be afraid of.  Miss Bridle
tells me that you boys will have a hard time getting past these false
inhibitions, so I'll try to be understanding, but make no mistake, I will
not stand for any disrespect.  You will show us your bodies.  That's only
fair to Shelly.  Now, you see that we've brought Miss Bridle with us.  I
know that you've all been told that her door is open to you to discuss your
experiences.  She wants to help ease you all into this.  Both she and I
believe that she can't reasonably take part if she does not observe the
locker room though.  She will even be Shelly's chaperone from time to time.
I assume that's all right with all of you?"

   None of the boys said a word.  A few of them shrugged.  What could they
possibly say?  It was clear to them all that Miss Bridle was enjoying her
time already.  She was staring at Peter.  Her eyes roamed his body without
stopping.  Peter felt so ashamed, standing there naked for them.  Shelly
and Miss Bridle just would not look away.  So of course his dick had begun
to announce itself.  He got only about a third of the way up, and he
stalled there.  He almost felt some relief that he wasn't rising all the
way up.

   He wouldn't be the only entree for very long.  Miss Hartick told them
all, "When I first included Miss Devasquez in this project, I failed to
show her the proper consideration.  I didn't even explain what the
situation was.  I won't make that mistake again.  Miss Bridle needs the
chance to become comfortable with this.  To help her with that, a few of
you boys are going to have to show us your penises."

   The boys felt that sick dread.  It was happening again, they were going
to have to just pull it out to let the women get a look.  It was a special
kind of embarrassment.  The women were just demanding that the boys put
aside all propriety, and they had to do it!  Every one of them hoped that
they weren't interesting enough to get attention right then.

   "Reggie, I believe Miss Bridle has already seen your penis.  Take a step
forward, and pull down those pants and that jock strap.  Give her a good
look."

   Reggie really hadn't expected his name to be called.  He made the
mistake of taking a step back.  Miss Hartick gave him that look though.  He
could hardly breathe, but he stepped up and slowly undid his pants.  He
heard a slight sound of appreciation from more than one of the women.  He
already had his jersey off.  So as he rolled his pants and underwear down,
he became nude from mid thigh up.  He stared at the floor in front of him
for a few seconds before he felt the urge to look up at them.  Three pairs
of female eyes were all leveled at his unwillingly bared dick.  He felt
himself moving immediately.  "No, no, at least not this fast." But his cock
wasn't wasting any time.  Miss Hartick just waited until he arrived at full
arousal.  She told him, "Very good, Reggie.  That's very cooperative."
Reggie stared at the floor again.  He put his hands over his stiffy, then
he moved them again.

   All three women looked over at Peter.  Reggie had lifted fast, but
Peter's penis was still hovering below the halfway point.  Miss Bridle
looked somewhat disappointed.  Shelly wasn't.  She had gotten to the point
she liked these stubborn boys.  They tried so hard, but they couldn't win.
It was going to be so satisfying to see Peter give in.

   Miss Hartick said, "Miss Bridle, would you like to choose a penis?"

   There was a sound of indignation from the boys, but it went unheeded. 
Miss Bridle colored like she was prone to, but she was also smiling.  "Oh,
oh my, I would love to see what Ted has." She wasn't certain that was the
appropriate way to say it, but she was still trying to decide what the boys
needed to hear.  Her heart skipped a beat when she saw Ted step forward. 
She really didn't want to enjoy this for the wrong reasons, but she
couldn't help enjoying the power.  She said his name, and now he had to
show her his dick.  Ted was in full uniform, but with his jersey unbuttoned
all the way.  He was so good looking.  He stared at Miss Bridle, almost
daring her to watch as she slipped his pants down.  Then, when his hands
got a hold of his underwear, he had to take several moments to work up the
nerve.  He yanked it down fast.  Miss Bridle was amazed at his tool.  Ted
was the eleventh baseball cock she had seen.  If they were all this good,
then this would never get old.  She surprised herself at how loud her moan
was.  "MMMmmMMmmMM!"

   Shelly said, "Ted, I never get tired of seeing your dick.  How fast are
you going to get hard?"

   He gave Shelly a dirty look, but he said nothing.  Miss Bridle agreed
with Shelly's enthusiasm.  She wasn't going to wait though.  "Um, can I
also see Greg's, can I also see Greg's dick?"

   Shelly didn't quite suppress a laugh.  One or two of the boys grumbled.
Miss Hartick only told her, "Of course you can.  The boys are more than
happy to make you comfortable.  Right, Greg?"

   Greg stepped forward like he was afraid he might fall through the floor.
He was already humiliated, but his obvious jitters weren't going to keep
Miss Hartick from correcting his manners.  "Greg?  I asked a question. 
You're happy to help Miss Bridle feel comfortable.  Right?"

   He looked at Miss Bridle, hoping for some mercy, but she was too busy
staring at his jock strap since it was all he had on.  He had to force
himself to say, "I'm - I'm happy to help, Miss Bridle."

   She hadn't even heard his embarrassment.  "Oh thank you, Greg."

   Shelly stopped him before he could bare himself.  "Hold on, Greg.  Miss
Bridle, look at Ted.  He's pointing up now." And he was.  Ted was suddenly
shy and twitchy, but his dick looked happy and proud standing there fully
erect.

   Miss Bridle complimented him, "That is very nice, Ted.  You should
really be proud of that penis."

   Shelly looked over at Peter.  He was still only halfway hard.  She tried
to sound as disdainful as Miss Hartick, but she really only sounded smug.
"See, Peter?  The other boys get stiff.  Don't you think you ought to give
us the full show?" She was thrilled that it worked.  The sudden attention
and the sarcasm embarrassed him to the point that his body just couldn't
hold out any longer.  He rose right up real fast.  He clapped a hand over
his eyes.  It didn't help.  He could feel them all staring at his erection.
Shelly said, "That's better.  Thanks, Peter.  Okay, Greg, you can get your
dick out now."

   "You fu--" He didn't finish that thought.  It didn't matter.  Miss
Hartick was not about to let this boy embarrass her in front of Miss
Bridle. She was icy calm as she told him, "Greg, that's a detention.  Be in
my office tomorrow after school."

   Greg slumped.  When he glanced at Miss Hartick he realized that she was
expecting something, and he had to deliver.  He groaned, but he followed
through, pulling his jock strap down to give them all the freedom to treat
him like a decoration.  He stood there bare penis, refusing to look at
anyone.

   Miss Hartick said, "Well, I think that the boys have demonstrated their
willingness to cooperate.  Unless you need more, Miss Bridle."

   Miss Bridle squirmed in place.  She shuffled her feet.  She had four
young dicks on display.  Three of them hard, and poor Greg starting to rise
already.  She knew that she should move on, but she had to say, "I'd really
like to get a look at Paul's penis before we move on."

   "Anything you want," Miss Hartick said.  "I'm not sure I've seen Paul's
penis yet.  Have I, Paul?"

   Paul was petrified.  When his name was called, he had moved up
automatically.  He couldn't bear the thought of being exposed.  He stumbled
over his words, "Uhm, kind of.  I mean, I sort of have been changing when
you've walked through , but uh, I don't think you've gotten a good look."

   "She hasn't," Shelly said.  "I know because I haven't even gotten a good
look.  I tell you what, Miss Bridle, I know I said I wanted to interview
Dean, but maybe we should bring Paul along to get naked with him.  Just to
have another naked boy standing there."

   Miss Bridle looked at Miss Hartick with wide eyes.  "Can we do that?"

   "We've done it before," Miss Hartick said.  "You've got to understand
that we require full obedience from the boys when we're here.  I keeps
things from getting confused.  It certainly helps the boys to understand
what's proper."

   "Oh, uh, right.  Then I guess it's not a bad idea."

   Shelly managed to keep herself from chuckling.  Miss Hartick called it
obedience, but it was more like submission.  The boys had no choice at all.
They had to do whatever they were told.  They had to give up their modesty
on demand.  That was Miss Hartick's idea of proper.  Shelly loved her
lunatic mentor.  She really hoped that Miss Bridle could keep up, and it
looked like that was no problem.  Before they moved on to the interview,
Shelly was happy to point out Greg.  "Look, he's all the way hard too!  Way
to go, Greg!  You boys really have some school spirit.  Thanks for being
such stand up guys."

   Shelly moved on to find Dean at his locker.  Dean had heard her say his
name.  He had actually tried to think of a way to slip away without being
noticed, but the locker room wasn't laid out like that.  He saw that evil
look in her eyes.  "Here he is.  Hi, Dean."

   "Hi, Shelly."

   Shelly got her notebook ready, but Miss Hartick said, "Hold on a moment.
Boys, I want you standing here, side by side.  Good.  You can begin
undressing any time now."

   "But leave the hats on," Shelly said.  "I love seeing naked baseball
boys in their caps."

   "Shelly!" Miss Bridle said.  She was smiling wide though.

   Shelly started her interview.  "Dean, you used to go to Fosterville high
before you came to Prellis High.  What will it be like, playing against
your old team?"

   Dean sighed.  He had his shirt off when the found him, so he was having
to try to strip off his pants as slowly as he possibly could.  "Well, I'm a
Jaybird through and through.  I guess it won't be any different to me at
all playing against Fosterville."

   Shelly's eyes flicked back and forth from Dean slipping his pants off to
Paul undoing the last buttons on his jersey.  "You have friends on the
Fosterville team though, don't you?"

   Dean tried to give the best answers he could, but that was hard while he
was being eyed like that.  He was in nothing but his cap and jock strap. 
Miss Hartick was looking him over like he was a museum exhibit.  Shelly had
that horrible half smile.  Miss Bridle was the one that bothered him the
most right then though.  She was always so supportive.  Now she was just
drinking in the sight of his body.

   He had his hands on his underwear, and it was so suspenseful that Shelly
had to stop in midquestion.  They were all just waiting for the unveiling.
When he got it over with, he heard the sounds.  Shelly gave a happy sigh.
Miss Hartick made a nearly inaudible moan of pleasure.  Miss Bridle just
started breathing very heavily.

   After far too many moments of deliberate ogling, Shelly started back in.
Her eyes kept moving up and down his body Miss Bridle was just staring at
his dick.

   Shelly asked him, "How many girls have seen that penis, Dean?"

   "Oh, I, uh, I don't know."

   Shelly did.  She could remember.  "Us, and also Miss Devasquez and Mindy
and Miss Armstrong and Miss Fox and Jean, Allison, Wendy, Tatiana, Hannah
and Gayla.  Wow.  A lot of girls get to see your stuff, don't they?  But no
one gets to touch it, do they?"

   "N-no.  I mean, no one has." Dean stood there still as a statue.  He
wouldn't have seemed nervous at all if it weren't for the way his voice
kept cracking when he had to answer Shelly's questions.  She kept up the
interview as though she hadn't interrupted herself.

   Then she had to stop again.  "Hold on a moment.  Paul's having a bit of
trouble." Paul had managed to get down to his underwear, but he just
couldn't bring himself to part with it.  Shelly told him, "I'll help you
with that."

   "What?  No, no, I can handle it.  Just, just hold on."

   Miss Hartick said, "Hold still, Paul."

   Paul was scared stiff.  He watched Shelly move ever so slowly as her
greedy eyes locked on to their target.  As she walked past Dean, Shelly put
her hand on his chest, enjoying one side, then the other.  "Oh, hot." Dean
shuddered.  It lasted only a moment, but he could finally feel his manhood
starting to respond to his embarrassment.  At least it was Paul's turn
under the microscope.  Paul stepped back, but a look from Miss Hartick made
him step forward again.  "Oh no.  Oh no.  Oh God, you're going to see
everything."

   "That's right, I am," Shelly said happily.  She got down to help him
slide that jock strap off.  Once she had it past the point of exposure, she
said, "Another winner.  That's nice."

   "Yes, it is," Miss Bridle agreed.  Miss Hartick nodded.  Paul turned
bright pink.  He thought he was going to faint when he had to step out of
his underwear.  He was really standing there, buck naked so that they could
just enjoy the sight of his bare dick.  He heard Shelly giggle as she
twirled his underwear and then flung it aside.

   Miss Bridle told him, "Now don't be embarrassed, Paul.  You shouldn't
be. That body is a marvelous sight, especially that penis.  You really look
great naked." He actually blushed more.  She wasn't sure she was helping,
but she tried to calm him down.  "Just remember that if you get hard that
it's nothing to be ashamed of.  It's completely natural."

   "But, but, but, I won't..." He stared down in shock.  It was like Miss
Bridle had said some magic words.  He felt that twisted urge of
embarrassment flow into his private parts.  "Oh hell."

   Shelly stepped back to admire the two slowly growing young cocks.  They
weren't rising yet, they were only lengthening.  This was going to be a
slow show.  "I wonder who will get there first?  Anyway, Dean, tell us if
there's anything special you do to prepare for a game."

   "Wh-what?  Uh, I guess, uh," he kept that up, stumbling over his words
now that the women were watching his dick lift up.  The two barenaked boys
felt their embarrassment rise with their penises.  They kept hearing that
heavy breathing from Miss Bridle.  They tried to ignore their own
nakedness, but they kept looking at the women who were looking at them. 
Those wide eyes made them feel so completely exposed, especially when they
reached the height of their erections.  They were standing there not only
naked but naked and hard and humiliated.

   When Shelly finally managed to lead Dean all the way through the
interview, she said, "Paul, you can go on and shower now." He was fast to
get away, and it was funny watching his dick wobble back and forth as he
rushed past them all.

   Dean said, "I can't go yet?"

   Shelly told him, "Almost.  I'm sorry, Dean, but I've just got to do
this. I know that you've managed to get this far without being fondled, but
I just can't help it." She was loving it.  She was about to take this boy
past that point for the first time.  She saw his eyes shut hard when she
put her hands on his muscles.  She made sure to feel that body all over
before she got to his hard on.  She felt his chest and his abs and his arms
and his legs.  Then she wrapped her hand around his cock.  He moaned so
quiet that only Shelly could really hear him.  While she ran her fingers
all over his rod, she said, "Thank you for this, Dean.  I can't tell you
how happy this makes me." She meant that, but Dean wasn't happy at all.

   "C-c-can I go now?  P-pretty please?"

   Shelly couldn't help giggling with that.  She gave him a light pat to
his butt, but before she could send him on his way, Miss Bridle said, "Hold
on just one moment."

   "But, but..."

   Miss Hartick saw the way Miss Bridle's fingers twitched achingly.  The
two women looked at each other.  Miss Bridle had already said that she
thought the hands on part of the interview was the best thing for the boys.
It was clear that she was dying to take part.  The problem was that Miss
Hartick still wasn't comfortable with the teachers and staff imposing on
the boys that way.  It was an impasse, but Miss Hartick wasn't just
determined.  She was smart.  She knew that she needed Miss Bridle to
approve of the locker room project.  So she said with casual ease, "This
has taken quite a bit of my time today.  I do have a lot of work to do. 
Miss Bridle, I hate to impose, but could you possibly see Shelly out?"

   "Uh, yes!  Certainly."

   "Thank you." Miss Hartick strode away with determination.

   Miss Bridle watched her walk away.  Then she turned those eyes to naked
Dean.  She tried to make eye contact but it looked more like she was
talking to his dick.  "Stay right there.  Don't move from that spot."

   Miss Bridle grabbed Shelly's wrist and quickly led her around a corner.
She whispered desperately, "Should I touch Dean's dick?"

   Shelly was so surprised by the question that she almost answered
honestly, of course you shouldn't touch him there.  She didn't say that
though.  She knew that the best thing for her was to have Miss Bridle as
uninhibited as possible.  "Of course you should.  Don't you think he needs
it?"

   Miss Bridle nodded.  She walked back to Dean with confidence.  Dean was
scared out of his mind when he saw that lusty look in her eye.  "M-Miss
Bridle?" She didn't say a word.  She just moved to him and took his goods
in hand.  She heard him squawk slightly.

   She kept enjoying the feel of his heat and hardness as she whispered, "I
want you to enjoy this.  It's perfectly natural for you to enjoy this."

   Dean just stared at her with amazement.  Enjoy being toyed with against
his will?  Was she crazy?  He shuddered in shame, but Miss Bridle thought
it was a shudder of pleasure.  When she let him go, she sighed lightly. 
"Oh, that's so good." She strode out with more purpose than anyone had ever
seen on her.  Outside she said to Shelly, "Not everyone understands what
we're trying to accomplish here.  The only thing you've done wrong though,
is not including me right away."

   Shelly smiled at this new brand of delusion.  "I'll try to make up for
that."