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 Greg had a detention coming.  It was with Miss Hartick in her office.  That
didn't mean he was safe.  He didn't think it was one of the "special
detentions" where girls and women were invited to enjoy the dick show. 
Still, he was nervous.  It was all he could think about.  The locker room
was a terrible place now.  There was no telling what would happen or who
would be there to leer at them.  The locker room was at least some
protection.  In there any of the boys could get attention, which meant that
most times he was just a dick in the background.  Usually not even that. 
Most of the boys had managed to develop habits that let them change and
slip around the girls and teachers that invaded.  As long as they weren't
put on display, it was only uncomfortable.  Being part of a show though, or
worse yet, being singled out, that was horrible.  When he would get to Miss
Hartick's office, he might be in for more of it.  She wasn't as bad as Miss
Devasquez or Mindy, but it was still all he could think about, even while
he was asleep.

   Greg dreamed fitfully about his ongoing embarrassment.  Bad enough that
he could be humiliated after any baseball practice, he wasn't even safe in
his own brain at night.

   He dreamed about school.  He was in a classroom full of girls from
Prellis High.  He felt vulnerable right away, and it got worse fast.  Miss
Devasquez was the teacher of the class in this dream.  She called a name,
"Shelly?  Are you ready for show and tell?" Shelly strode confidently to
the front of the class, but on the way, she stopped at Greg's desk and
pulled him along after her.  It was like she had just picked up a piece of
paper or an ink pen.  She set him on his feet at the front of the
classroom. "Girls, this is Greg.  He's what I brought for show and tell."

   Every girl in class gave him lusty eyes.  "OOOOOooooOOOH!"

   Shelly gave her evil half grin when Greg looked at her.  He wanted to
run or hide.  He wanted to say something, but he just stood there silently.
Shelly moved around him like a spokesmodel while she said, "Greg is a
baseball player with an awesome body.  Doesn't everyone think he has an
awesome body?"

   The classroom all said together, "OooH Yeah!  OOOOOOoooOOOOH!"

   Shelly went on, "I've seen Greg naked in the locker room.  I've even
made him get naked.  He has to get naked for me whenever I want!  And now
I'm going to strip him totally bare penis naked for all of you!"

   "OOOOOooOOOOooOOOHHH!"

   Greg finally had his voice.  "NO!  You can't do this!"

   Miss Devasquez grinned.  "Quiet, Greg.  You're not here to talk.  You're
only here for the naked.  You get to play baseball.  So it's only fair that
we all get to see every bit of your body.  Isn't that fair, girls?"

   "YEAH!"

   Greg whispered to himself, "oh god oh god oh god.  They're all gonna see
me naked." For a moment he knew it was a dream, but that didn't help.  He
just couldn't resist it.  And Shelly seemed so real when she gave him that
hungry look she always got.

   With a couple fast motions, Shelly had him stripped to his underwear. 
It was like a magician pulling a tablecloth.  The girls in the classroom
all burst out laughing at him.  They were pointing and leering and
laughing, and even though it was a dream, he could feel a hot blush. 
Shelly said, "This is Greg's body." Her hand ran up and down his chest and
stomach.  "Isn't this a great body?"

   "YEAH!  Great body, Greg!  OOooOOOH!"

   Shelly put her finger on the top of his head, and he spun in place.  She
snapped his waistband a moment.  Then she whisked his underwear off like
she had his clothes.  "And this is Greg's ass!"

   "OOOH!  AAAaH!"

   "It's a great ass, isn't it?  And we all get to see it whether he likes
it or not!  Wouldn't it be great if he liked it?"

   The classroom all shouted, "No way!  We want him ashamed and
embarrassed!" The girls all giggled.

   Shelly said, "Well, he's certainly embarrassed.  He could be more
embarrassed though.  Do you believe me?"

   "He couldn't be any more embarrassed than that!" the girls said.

   Shelly put her finger on his head again, and he turned back around, bare
naked but clutching his vitals to keep them from view.  He saw all the wide
eyes and happy smiles and the giggles and the whispers and the pointing
fingers.  Shelly said, "Greg, show the girls your dick!"

   "NO!" he shouted.

   "Don't you want the girls to see your dick?"

   "NO!"

   "Oh," Shelly said.  "But the girls want to see your dick.  Girls, do you
want to see Greg's dick?"

   "YEAH!  Let's see it!"

   Shelly grabbed his hands and moved them away.  "Here's Greg bare penis!"

   "OOOOOoooOOOHHH!  AAAaaAAAAAH!  Nice dick, Greg!"

   He begged, "Stop it!  Stop it!  Let me cover up!"

   "See?" Shelly said.  "I told you that he could be more embarrassed.  And
now he is.  He's buck naked and blushing with his gorgeous cock showing for
everyone!  But he could still be more embarrassed!"

   The classroom disagreed.  "No way, Shelly!  There's nothing more
embarrassing than this!"

   Shelly turned her wicked eyes to hopeless Greg, "Oh yeah?  Greg, time to
perform.  Get an erection for the girls!"

   Greg felt his penis obey her command instantly.  He felt the rise of it
like it was all real.  It was fast, but no faster than it could have been
in the real world.  Then he was standing there not only naked, but with his
penis standing fully hard and obedient.  The classroom burst out laughing
again, louder than they had yet.  Shelly said, "See?  Look at that face! 
If you can pull your eyes away from that stiffy, look at how humiliated he
is!  Look at his eyes!  Look at his blush!  Look at his quivering little
frown!  Okay, now look at his dick again!"

   "OOOOH!  AAaAAH!"

   Greg felt the humiliation like it was real.  It wasn't quite over yet
though.  Shelly said, "If I say so, then Greg has to let a girl touch him
while he's naked!  You can even touch that embarrassingly stiff cock!  And
I say that everyone in class can get a grope!"

   She gave him a little push, and he glided to the center of the
classroom. All the girls moved in on him like a pack of wolves.  He felt
hands on his back, on his butt, on his arms, on his chest and of course,
sliding up and down his bare cock.  It was like the girls couldn't even be
in each others way.  All of them put their hands to his body all at once.
He was smothered in greedy high school girl hands from head to toe, and
they were swarming all over, moving and caressing and grabbing and
fondling. He screamed, "NO NO NO NO!"

   His eyes snapped open, and he found himself in bed, sweating and
nervous. "Oh god, I really did get a hard on.  Down boy, it's okay now."

   Well it goes without saying that Greg couldn't get back to sleep.  He
was terrified that the gropy, humiliating classroom might still be in his
dreams waiting for him.  When he got to school, it was still with him, more
vivid and real in his mind than any dream should be.  He just couldn't
shake it.  He had to do something, but the only real choice he had at
school was to talk to a counselor.  Would that really help?  He shuddered
at the thought, but he knew that he had Miss Bridle if he really needed to
talk to anyone.  Mark had told him that when he went to talk to her in her
office that he had been perfectly safe.  So Greg swallowed his pride and he
went.

   Miss Bridle was pleasantly surprised to see another of the beautiful
baseball boys walk into her office.  She hadn't been certain they would
accept her help this easily.  "Hello, Greg.  How can I help you?"

   He sat down.  "Uh, you're not going to make me take my clothes off, are
you?"

   "No, Greg," she grinned.  "That's all for your own good, but you're safe
from it here because you need some place to be comfortable and really
consider the benefits of it."

   Yeah, right.  Greg shrugged and he figured he might as well talk to her
anyway.  "Do you know anything about bad dreams, Miss Bridle?"

   "Yes, Greg, of course I do."

   "I had a real bad one last night.  I was in a weird classroom, and I was
a show and tell subject."

   "For Shelly?"

   "Yeah."

   "And Miss Devasquez was the teacher."

   "That's right.  How did you know that?  Anyway, Shelly made me stand
there in front of everyone while she, uh, while she..."

   "She whisked your clothing off in front of the chalkboard."

   "Y-yeah.  Like an old fashioned chalkboard.  How did you know that?"

   Miss Bridle was fascinated.  Shared dreams were a rare phenomenon.  Miss
Bridle was so interested in that, she almost forgot that it might be hard
for Greg to hear it.  "You're not the only student who had that dream last
night.  Shelly was in here earlier.  She told me about a dream she had
about you.  It was the dream you were describing.  Tell me what happened?"

   Greg was horrified.  "You mean Shelly was really there?  Were the
others?"

   "I don't think so, Greg.  It might be unusual, but remind yourself that
it was just a dream."

   "But I remember it like it was real!  And so does Shelly!  Oh god!"

   "Greg, calm down.  Shelly won't tell anyone about her dream.  I
shouldn't have even told you about it.  She was worried that she might be
too focused on all you naked boys."

   "Are you trying to help me or not?"

   "Sorry, Greg.  Go on." She listened intently to his description of being
stripped and fondled all over by a mass of greedy young girl hands.  She
managed to keep her own warm passion hidden from Greg, but she really,
really wished that she had shared that dream as well.  Greg was clearly
bothered that it was more than an ordinary dream.  No matter how much Miss
Bridle tried, she couldn't convince him that's all it was.  He said, "I'm
not even safe from her when I'm sleeping.  You promise that she's not going
to talk about it to anyone?"

   "She won't.  She needs people to take her seriously as a journalist.  I
won't even tell her about your dream."

   That was something, but Greg still left Miss Bridle's office feeling
exposed and used.  To make things worse, he had to face his detention when
the school day was over.  He made his way glumly to Miss Hartick's office.
He shut the door behind him and he took a seat.  Miss Hartick's chair was
turned away from him when he got in, and she seemed content to let him wait
a moment before she said a word.  Then, the chair turned to him slowly like
a villain in a bad movie.  It was not Miss Hartick.  It was Miss Devasquez.
"I've always wanted to do that," she said.

   "Wh-where's Miss Hartick?"

   Miss Devasquez shrugged with one shoulder.  "I don't know for sure. 
Principal Steadworth doesn't actually do much around here.  Miss Hartick
runs the school.  That keeps her busy.  So she hoped that I might be able
to take the time for your detention.  Of course I was more than happy to
agree to that."

   "Oh no."

   "Oh yes, Greg.  You're here with me, after getting in trouble in the
locker room.  You know what that means."

   "But, but..."

   "Yes, I will see your butt.  And everything else.  Oh, you sexy young
boys with your upstanding cocks make a woman just too greedy for a show. 
I'm not so greedy that I can't share a bit though."

   "Oh no.  Oh no."

   "Don't worry.  It's just Mindy and Shelly.  Come on in, girls."

   They had timed their grand entrance perfectly.  Greg looked like he was
going to hyperventilate when Mindy locked the door behind her.  She giggled
harmlessly.  Greg couldn't stand it.  He had expected something like this,
but they had still managed to put him into a panic.  "What are you - What
are you going to make me do?"

   Mindy giggled again.  "We're going to see your dick!" She squealed the
way she had so many times.

   Greg got out of his chair and he backed away a bit.  "Wait, wait.  We're
not in the locker room.  Can you do this?"

   "You know we can," Miss Devasquez said.  "I expect you boys to show your
respect whenever you are required to.  So stop acting like this is the end
of the world.  It's not as though we haven't all seen you naked and hard
already."

   Greg wanted to just stay quiet and show some self respect.  Something
about these women this time was just so openly lusty and abusive.  That,
along with his nightmare, had him terrified.  "Isn't there something else I
can do?"

   Miss Devasquez saw that Greg's panic was more than she expected.  She
tried to sound soothing instead.  "Don't worry, Greg.  We won't hurt you.
We just want to look and to touch.  That's not asking so much is it?"

   "Uuuuh..."

   Shelly grinned mischievously.  "We all just love you.  We love you so
much that we can't help ourselves.  Come here so I can help you with that."

   "What?  Wait," he was stepping forward, but he was also pleading, "Miss
Devasquez, do I really have to let her take my clothes off?"

   Miss Devasquez almost took pity on him.  She'd made a promise to the
girls though.  "Just let it happen, Greg."

   He shuddered as his eyes closed.  He felt Shelly's hands start to slide
his shirt up.  Mindy helped with that too, raising his arms and helping
strip that off.  Mindy squealed at the sight of his hot young body.  Greg
almost took a moment of comfort from that.  It was so real.  At least this
was the normal kind of humiliation and not something new.  That didn't make
it less embarrassing though, only more familiar.  "Can I at least take the
rest off myself?"

   Mindy giggled and squealed again as she ran her hands down his muscles.
"I can handle it," she said as she started undoing his pants.  "Oooo!  I
love this so much!  God, he's cute!  Greg, you're so cute!  MmM!"

   Greg couldn't even manage a dirty look.  He just stood there with
nervous eyes as they had their fun, divesting him of his pants and his
pride.  He felt ridiculous letting Mindy and Shelly strip him down, but
that discomfort turned so much worse when he felt Shelly's hands at his
waistband.  "No, no, no, no, no, no.  Come on, Shelly.  Don't do it. 
AAAAH!" His underwear had been yanked down, revealing his goodies to them
all.  He couldn't help covering up.  He had his hands hiding his boyhood
wonder from these evil women.  That didn't help much since they were all
smiling and giggling.  They loved seeing his embarrassment, even if that
meant they couldn't see his cock.  Besides, they could uncover it again
anytime they wanted.  They knew that, and Greg knew that.  What was the use
of pretending that he could hide his intimate secrets from them?  His cock
was their property when he was trapped with them.

   "You're so adorable," Miss Devasquez said.  "Turn around and let us see
that extraordinary rear end of yours."

   He didn't move.  He just stared in shock at their blatant abuse in this
new setting.  Mindy gave his arm a little push to get him started turning.
She made a happy little moan that rose in pitch as his bum was turned to
them.  Once it was on full display, that Mindy moan was a high pitched
thrill squeal.

   Miss Devasquez had come close to get a better look.  "Oh my," she said.
"You really do have one fine ass, Greg.  Doesn't he have a great ass,
girls?"

   "A great ass!" Mindy said happily.

   "A really, really nice baseball butt," Shelly said, "but I bet he's
blushing about it right now.  Are you blushing, Greg?"

   "I don't think he wants to talk to us," Miss Devasquez said.  "I guess
he doesn't have to as long as his respect for women is bared this much."
With that she put her hand on his butt and gave him a good squeeze.

   Greg had squawked wonderfully at that.  "My turn!" Shelly said.  She put
both hands on his butt and massaged it lovingly.  "OoOoOh yeah." She ended
that with a quick little pat and a pinch.

   Mindy didn't have to announce herself.  Her mumbling little happy sounds
did it for her as she groped his right cheek, then his left.  Her hand
wandered up his body to enjoy the feel of his athletic back.  Then that
happy hand wandered back down to give each side of his butt another grab.
Then she gently turned him back around.  He had such a nervously timid
expression as he stood there, stark naked with his hands over his privates.
The women couldn't help chuckling at just how pathetic he looked.  It
wasn't just his pleading eyes and his cover up.  His feet and legs were
close together, his shoulders were hunched slightly forward and he was
cupping his jewels like he was protecting them from the whole world.

   Mindy ran her fingers along one arm as she asked him, "You're really
embarrassed, aren't you, Greg?"

   "I, I, I...  This isn't fair!"

   "Of course it's not fair," Miss Devasquez said.  "That's why we love it
so much.  I love you boys for your enthusiasm.  You just refuse to get used
to this at all."

   "W-we can't!" Greg couldn't have explained it, but he repeated it the
way he heard Chris say it.  "If you hit me with a hammer every other day,
it will never stop hurting!"

   Mindy was playfully running her finger along his chest.  "But we'd never
hurt you."

   "Can't you please leave me alone?  How do you stand yourselves?"

   "Well now that's hardly polite," Miss Devasquez said, though she
wondered the same thing herself.  She took such a perverse thrill from
their humiliation, but at the same time her conscience was constantly
nagging her.  Her lust was stronger than her conscience though.  Miss
Devasquez took Mindy's place.  She put her hands on the boy's chest,
marveling at the feel of his muscle.  "All we're asking you to do is prove
that you respect us.  Besides, Miss Bridle says that all of this is good
for you."

   Greg didn't answer.  He just turned his head away.  Miss Devasquez took
a step back and admired the sight of him.  Greg felt their stares as much
as he had felt their hands.  They all had such hungry eyes and devilish
smiles.  Shelly said, "Do you think it's time to see his dick, or should we
let him stand there and cringe for a little while longer?"

   "I want to see his dick!" Mindy said happily.

   "MmmmM," Miss Devasquez said.  "He's all yours when you want to move
those hands, Shelly."

   Greg looked at Shelly in terror.  She had that half smile while she
looked him up and down.  She stepped to him slow so that every moment was
sick with suspense for poor Greg.  Shelly put her hand on his wrist, and he
clenched his eyes tight.  She didn't move his hand though.  She ran her
hand up his arm slowly.  "You really are hot," she said.  "I can see why
Jean has such a crush you." While Greg's nice eyes clenched shut and opened
wide again and again, Shelly felt her way up his arm to his shoulder,
giving a nice squeeze to the muscle there.  Then she moved across to his
chest, enjoying one side and the other.  She ran her hand over his abs,
lower and lower.  Then, right before she got to where it counted, she ran
her hand back up.  She kept her touch gliding across him slowly, teasing
him with anticipation.

   He couldn't take it.  He shouted, "Just get it over with!"

   Mindy burst out laughing.  Shelly kept fondling his body, and she asked,
"You want me to uncover your dick?"

   "Wh-what?  N-No!  You're going to do what you're going to do though!"

   "That's right.  I am." She finally moved his hands aside, baring his
goodies for their eyes.  Greg hated watching their eyes get wider.  It
didn't matter how many times they did this, they always had that moment of
surprise when his penis was first bared.  This time was special because he
was already growing under Shelly's influence.  He had just barely started
to rise, but it was happening.

   Miss Devasquez sighed, Mindy squealed, and Shelly breathed some whisper
in his ear that he couldn't make out.  He said, "Stop staring at me!  How
would you like it?"

   Mindy giggled.  "You'd like that wouldn't you, you naughty boy?  I bet
you've fantasized about us, haven't you?"

   Greg's penis answered for him.  In response to her question, it really
started rising up.  Mindy started giggling uncontrollably.  Miss Devasquez
fanned herself with her hand.  Shelly started feeling his muscles again. 
Greg was just completely washed in shame.  Then, much to his horror, Mindy
took his picture!  "HEY!  She can't do that!"

   "Sure I can!" Mindy said.  "Oh, that's right, sweetie, get totally hard
for the camera!"

   "NO!  Stop it!" Greg stood stock still with wide eyes.  He was ramrod
straight, both his penis and his posture.  Mindy circled him getting
pictures from different sides.  She said, "Grab his dick, Shelly!"

   Shelly obliged and pictures were taken like that.  After Shelly had
fondled his rod for a few minutes, some pictures were taken of Greg without
any girl in the picture.  Then it was Miss Devasquez's turn.  She made sure
to enjoy a feel of his arms and chest, then it was time to go low.  She
cupped his balls, then she tickled at them to see him shudder.  "Does that
feel good, Greg?" Of course he said nothing.  He made a few small sounds of
embarrassment as pretty Miss Devasquez tickled her way up and down his
sweetstick.  She made sure to stroke him a few times while the pictures
were taken.

   "Can I feel him up now?" Mindy said.

   "Go ahead," Miss Devasquez said with a smile.  She took over the camera
while her aid ran her hands greedily over that gorgeous body and that
heroically hard cock.  While Mindy kept playfully pawing at his chest and
abs, Miss Devasquez told him, "We've got naked pictures of you now, Greg.
I'm sure that you don't want us showing them to anyone."

   "You wouldn't!"

   "Show them off?  The ones with just you in them we would.  You'll be a
good, obedient boy toy from now on no matter what, right?"

   Greg stared at her in shock.  Did they do this to other boys?

   Miss Devasquez repeated herself with a stern edge to her voice.  "You'll
be a good, obedient boy toy from now on no matter what, right?"

   "R-right.  Whatever you say.  You can take what you want anyway.  Can I
please, please get dressed now?" He hated the sound of their condescending
giggles.  "Please?"

   "Go ahead, Greg.  Detention's over.  One thing.  From now on, if Miss
Bridle ever asks you what it's like when we touch you, you say that you
like it."

   "Wh-what?"

   "Say it now," Mindy said gleefully.  "I want to hear him say it!"

   Greg gulped, but he didn't see that he had much choice.  "I, I, it feels
nice to be touched by Shelly.  And Mindy and Miss Devasquez.  P-please
don't tell anyone I said that."

   "You can't lie well at all, can you Greg?" Shelly asked.

   Miss Devasquez was satisfied though.  "Miss Bridle will believe him.  By
now she'll believe anything she wants to hear."