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 It was another naked nightmare for four of the baseball boys.  Tommy,
Philip, Chad and Paul were all having the same dream.  So was Shelly. 
Tumbleweed rolled and corny harmonica music played as the dream scene
opened on a bunch women dressed as cowgirls.  Shelly told them, "Ladies,
I'm so glad that so many of you could come and see the show.  It's time for
another round up at Ranch Hartick.  Today, I'm rounding up the most elusive
critter of all, the jockstrapalope." The ladies all oohed and aahed. 
Shelly got in the saddle and got her lasso ready.  "They're around here
somewhere, I promise you.  Just get those binoculars ready and watch out."

   The boys had heard every word.  Every one of them was sweating bullets,
knowing that Shelly was the greatest cowgirl in the land.  If she wanted to
catch a running jockstrapalope, then they would be caught.  The boys were
all dressed appropriately for Shelly's fantasy, in cowboy hats, cowboy
boots and their baseball jock straps.  They wore nothing else, and they
were already dreading being put on display for a crowd of horny women.

   Shelly trotted into the dusty underbrush, listening intently.  The boys
all tried to hold their breath and stay still, but it was impossible. 
Shelly shouted, "There's one!"

   The jockstrapalopes panicked, rushing in all directions to escape. 
Shelly rode with confidence, knowing that these luscious nearly naked
cowboy critters would run in circles until she captured them all.  She spun
her lasso overhead and chased after Philip first.  He ran as fast as he
could, but it wasn't fast enough.  The lasso was tossed out over him, and
he was pulled to the horse.  A length of rope tied him behind Shelly's
horse as she rushed after another.  Philip panicked, but not because he
couldn't keep up.  Now that he was tied, he could run after the horse
easily.  He panicked because he could see a gaggle of hooting cowgirls
nearby all of whom were staring at him through binoculars.

   One by one Shelly lassoed the poor boys until she came riding back with
a quartet of nearly naked hotbody boys behind her horse.  The crowd of
cowgirls were all aflutter at the gorgeous, bare skin cowboys.  One of the
ladies fainted away in cartoon fashion.  There were still plenty left to
ogle the boys though.  Shelly dismounted (this is probably the only chance
I'll have to use the word dismounted in this series), and she addressed her
fans.  "Ladies, what you see here in these boots, hats and well fitting
sporty undergarments are a collection of spectacular jockstrapalopes.  Now,
there are a few things we have to do." As she spoke, she loosened the boys
up, but she kept their arms tied behind their backs.  The fearful
jockstrapalopes groaned and grumbled.  There was no way they could escape
now.  Shelly grabbed Tommy first.  Then she said to the happy cowgirls,
"Who knows what I have to do now?"

   "I know, I know!" "Ask me!" "Oh, I can't wait!"

   Shelly pointed to one happy lady.  That cowgirl squealed, "You have to
brand them!"

   "That's right," Shelly said.  "Of course these hides are far too
precious to burn, so someone bring me some paint and a brush!"

   The boys all shivered as a jar of red paint and a jar of black paint was
handed to Shelly.  She turned Tommy around.  As he dreamed, he tossed and
turned fitfully in bed.  He had been "branded" by Miss Baker and that name
was still on his body in the real world.  In his dream it was sickeningly
familiar when Shelly painted on his butt right where Miss Baker had signed
him.

   Like Zorro, Shelly made a few quick strokes with a paintbrush that made
a perfect red heart and inside that, her name.  The audience of cowgirls
all laughed and clapped at the artwork.  Shelly told Tommy, "You keep that
butt where the ladies can see it.  And next up is Philip." Shelly turned
him in place so that the women could see his bare butt in his jock strap.
Shelly quickly painted her name in a read heart.  She did the same thing to
Chad, then Paul.  It was four super hot cowboys with their painted bums on
display.

   The cowgirls all shrieked and squealed happily at the sight.  Of course
Shelly wasn't done with her round up.  "All you jockstrapalopes need to
turn back around now.  Good boys.  Do what you're told.  And blush for us.
Very cute, fellas.  Now, girls, who wants to see these jockstrapalopes
turned into cockoutalopes?" The happy scream was deafening.  The dreaming
cowboys all tried to rush away, but they were all caught in one oversized
lasso from Cowgirl Shelly.  "Nope, not one of you is getting away until
I've gotten all your guns out of their holsters.  Now line back up." The
boys did that, wishing they had some way to escape.  The happy audience of
horny women just got louder and rowdier, making the boys feel more and more
ashamed.

   Shelly pulled a whip from her belt.  The crowd went silent for a moment.
"Don't worry, it's not what you think.  I'm so good with this that I can
snap off a jock strap without leaving so much as a mark on a naked stud's
skin.  Let me show you." Ca-Rack!  The whip sounded, and Paul's jockstrap
was history.  He was standing there in nothing but his cowboy hat and boots
for a lot of cheering women.

   "Naked cowboy!" "Sexy thing!" "Look at his dick!" "We can see everything
you've got, sweet heart!"

   Paul could have died of embarrassment as the women kept taunting him. 
Shelly attached the rope around his hands to a hitching rail so that he was
kept face front for all the women.  He couldn't cover up.  He couldn't turn
around.  All he could do was stand there with his dick out in the open.

   Shelly's whip flew again, and sexy Chad was bare penis for all the
cowgirls.  He shouted, "Stop staring at me!  You're all horrible!" They
were teasing him just like they had teased Paul, so he shouted, "Stop
saying that!  Shut up!  Hey!" Shelly tied him next to Paul at the hitching
rail.

   The next one naked was Philip.  He just frowned and cowered while the
women sized him up and taunted him.  Then he was tied next to the others.
Tommy was the last one.  His fabulous cock met the eyes of that hungry mob
of cowgirls with every bit as much excitement as the others.  The cowgirls
just couldn't be sated.  There were four bare naked cowboys for them feast
their eyes on, blushing, exposed and so obviously embarrassed by every part
of their dream situation.

   Shelly turned a mischievous eye to them.  She drew her gun and aimed. 
"Reach for the sky!"

   None of the boys were afraid of that gun.  They were only afraid of
their own reaction to it.  They were doing exactly what Shelly said.  They
couldn't reach for the sky with their hands though.  It was their cocks
that did it for them.  Each one rose up fast and hard, fully aroused for a
chorus of cowgirls.  All the women shouted at once, "Yeee-Hah!"

   Shelly's gun turned out to be a squirt gun that fired a continuous blast
of water at the young men until they were soaking wet all over.

   Shelly was then standing at a podium when she said, "I'm sure you ladies
want to do more than just look though.  Where will we start the bidding?"

   The boys were horrified.  Paul had never been womanhandled against his
will though, so his imagination rebelled.  "No!  I'm just dreaming!  I want
to wake up now!"

   "Oh shoot!" Shelly said as everything faded away.  She woke up with a
clear memory of the whole thing.  She giggled to herself girlishly as she
went over the whole dream again and again, saving it for her permanent
fantasy file.

   All four boys also awoke in their beds, sweating and panting.  "It was
just a dream." "Thank god that's over." "It felt so real." "Oh my God, I'm
hard as a rock!"

   None of them slept anymore.  Each boy layed awake in his bed, struggling
with his dream embarrassment.  Shelly stayed awake enjoying her new
fantasy. The next day at school, Tommy, Philip, Chad and Paul all ended up
in Miss Bridle's office.  They had to talk to someone, and even though Miss
Bridle liked to take advantage of them, at least they she already knew
everything about it.  The boys were all bothered by the fact that they had
all arrived at once.  "You too?" "You had a bad dream last night?" "Oh,
this sucks."

   Miss Bridle understood what was happening right when she saw them walk
in.  Shelly had already been there.  Miss Bridle had urged Shelly to share
any dreams she had, and Shelly had been more than happy to describe the
whole thing to someone.  Miss Bridle had also managed to convince Shelly to
keep it all to herself.  She wouldn't speak to anyone else about it,
especially the boys.  Shelly went along with that because she thought she
had to keep up her serious reporter facade.  She couldn't afford to have
anyone think that she was more enthusiastic about naked boys than baseball.
Granted, Miss Devasquez and Mindy knew that, but it was almost more fun to
talk to Miss Bridle about it.  Shelly had a hard time keeping herself from
laughing as she described the whole thing in detail to the demure teacher.
Miss Bridle was just enraptured by the whole thing.

   Miss Bridle wondered what Shelly would do if she knew that the boys were
sharing her dreams.  These four boys showing up let her know that it was
something that was going to keep happening.  It was also something that
could include more than one of them at a time.  The boys would know, but
Shelly would remain clueless.  Miss Bridle assumed that was best for
everyone.

   She tried to keep her voice level and calm.  "Hello, boys.  What can I
do for you?"

   It took a bit of coaxing, but after a few minutes she got the same story
from them that she had heard from Shelly.  It was wonderful hearing all
that again from the viewpoint of the victims.  Miss Bridle felt a little
bit guilty.  She knew she would spend time later imagining that naked boy
round up.  It was only a fantasy though, and that was healthy.  For the
boys it was only a dream.  She hadn't intended to let it slip that Shelly
had the same dream, but the boys worked it out on their own.  If they all
remembered it, then it was clear that Shelly did too.

   Miss Bridle was fascinated by the situation.  How was it possible for
five different people to all participate in the same dream?  Was it all a
result of the same association to a set of events?  Miss Bridle even
wondered if Shelly's constant lust for the boys hadn't formed some sort of
bond.  She hadn't ever prescribed to the idea of E.S.P., but it didn't seem
unreasonable now.

   By the time she had brought the boys through it, she felt confident that
they would be able to cope with their nightmares.  After all, it didn't
sound terribly worse than their real experiences with Shelly, and Miss
Bridle already knew that was good for them.  This had to be a sign that
they were breaking through some mental barriers.

   Of course we all know that wasn't so.  Those boys felt helpless.  They
could be stripped and enjoyed by the girls in real life, and now they
weren't even safe when they were asleep.  Talking to Miss Bridle really did
help though.  They were still haunted by the cowgirl dream, but they could
deal with it.

   Poor Paul and Philip though, their embarrassment would continue later
that day.  Prellis High had a program in place to help their athletes.  Any
of them that had high grades would be allowed to leave class when a teacher
decided it was appropriate so that they could spend time in the exercise
rooms.  There were weights, machines, and so on for the boys to keep in
shape and get more practice.  Since the boys' grades had improved almost as
much as their baseball skills had, it wasn't uncommon for them to find
their way to the gym during the day.

   Miss Devasquez knew that of course, and she thought it would be a
wonderful setting for an impromptu interview.  It wasn't hard at all to
convince Miss Hartick to bring Shelly there to talk to the boys.  Miss
Devasquez went along as well.  She wasn't about to miss out on an extra
opportunity to get the boys naked.

   The thrill of invading a private area like the locker room wasn't there,
but it was replaced by a different kind of thrill.  The moment Shelly
walked in with Miss Hartick and Miss Devasquez, the boys in the weight room
panicked.  They didn't move or make any sound.  They held perfectly still
with wide eyes, like cornered rabbits.  There were three of them, Philip,
Paul and Zack.  Shelly grinned wide.  Her wonderful cowgirl dream was still
fresh in her mind, and now she had two of her "jockstrapalopes" right here
waiting to be stripped in reality.  "Hi, boys.  Good to see you."

   "Oh god, what do you want?" Philip said.

   Paul tried to shush him.  That kind of defiance didn't seem too smart
with Miss Hartick right there.

   Miss Hartick certainly responded.  She didn't get overly upset.  She let
the boys have an excuse for the outburst.  "We can see that you're busy. 
You certainly are to be commended for your dedication.  Let that dedication
continue.  You have to remember that you represent your team."

   There was respect in that, but the boys knew it wouldn't keep up. 
Philip asked the obvious question, "You're going to do one of your
interviews right here?"

   Shelly was perfectly diplomatic as she answered that.  "I thought it
would make a nice little sports piece, an extra story to go alongside the
write up the Fosterville victory.  Everyone expected that win, so I wanted
to do a little more this time.  I thought I'd do something about what you
do to keep in shape."

   "Right.  Which one of us are you going to talk to?"

   "Well all three of you, naturally."

   Paul felt frozen already.  He felt these women's eyes on him just like
the cowgirls in his dream.  "Y-you're not going to make us undress in here
are you?"

   Miss Devasquez loved this.  "You have to be ready to cooperate anywhere.
You'll have to do this wherever you're required to.  In the locker room. 
In Miss Hartick's office.  In my room.  Here.  Anywhere."

   Paul stammered out an objection.  "B-but you wouldn't do this just
anywhere.  You wouldn't make us, (gulp), strip out in the hallway would
you?"

   Miss Devasquez's eyes got wide just at the idea.  What a wonderful
thought, stripping one of these sexy young men against his will right out
in the open.  She could feel herself go a little moist right away.  She
didn't think that even crazy Hartick would do that though.  "For now just
worry about here.  No one's coming, so what do you care for?  It's not like
you haven't had to let women see you naked already.  Granted, I haven't."
She ate him up with her eyes right then.  She'd seen hottie Philip and buff
Zack totally naked in special detentions.  She hadn't gotten to see poor
Paul though.  This would be a real treat for her.  She could see Paul's
extreme discomfort.  It was evident when he looked at her.  He would be
embarrassed anyway, but being naked for Miss Devasquez for the first time
made this special.

   Paul couldn't contain a shiver.  He had only been forced to strip off
once.  Now it was happening again.  He couldn't stand it.

   Miss Hartick didn't have much patience, but of course she didn't need
it. People did what she said.  "Boys, I expect you to behave.  You know
that I won't tolerate any disrespect toward Shelly or us.  Get those
clothes off."

   "Oh no." "Oh man." "Oh god." The boys all fidgeted.  They didn't move as
fast until Miss Hartick moved a little.  All she had to do was move into an
impatient stance.  The boys all looked at her and wished they hadn't. 
There were those demanding eyes.  They knew that even without any
explanation they would do what they were told.  By now the boys all assumed
that even if any of them were crazy enough to quit the team that Miss
Hartick would only put them in this position anyway.  She'd set up
interviews even then and demand their nakedness.  What could they do?  One
way or another they were going to bare themselves, either here or in one of
those dreadful detentions.  They knew that it would only be worse if they
resisted.

   Shelly and Miss Devasquez watched greedily as the boys slipped off their
shirts.  Three very nice young bodies were bare from the waist up.  Then it
was the pants.  The boys had gotten all that off without any problem, but
it was clear that all three of them were having a hard time getting the
last of it off.  "There's no way we can talk you out of this?" Zack asked.

   The other boys hesitated.  There was no escape, but every moment they
could wait was another moment without the shame of enforced nakedness. 
Miss Hartick was used to this nonsense by now.  "Zack, I know this is your
first interview.  It's also Paul's, but you don't see him trying to get out
of it.  Shelly and I have already seen all three of you completely naked
before.  There's no reason to feel bad.  I suppose I can only expect you
boys to have trouble getting past society's sexist conventions, but I would
have hoped that by now you would be willing to try to show some real
respect to women."

   "It's not that."

   "Enough!  Zack, you're going first.  Philip and Paul, keep that
underwear on.  I want Zack to show his penis first!"

   "But!"

   "Prove yourself, young man!  Show us your respect and I expect you to
thank Shelly for the opportunity."

   Zack turned his head to the side and looked mad as hell.  He kept his
voice even, but he couldn't hide his contempt as he said, "Thank you,
Shelly." Right as he said it, his underwear started coming down.  That last
bit of modesty was gone, and Shelly couldn't help teasing him for it as she
stared at his gorgeous, buff body.  She said, "You don't mind letting me
see you in the raw like that?"

   He gritted his teeth and forced out the words, "Not if it makes you a
better reporter."

   "Well if it makes you feel any better, you really do look great. 
Doesn't he look great, Miss Devasquez?"

   That pretty teacher's eyes flitted from one spot to another.  She just
couldn't decide where to look.  "He certainly does."

   Miss Hartick had no trouble knowing just where to stare.  Her stern eyes
were staring right at his exposed cock.  "I also have to admit that I love
the view.  I think that Shelly would like to see your butt though, so turn
around and give us a look before the interview starts."

   "Oh come on!" He did as he was told though.  While his rear end was on
display, Miss Hartick told the other boys, "You can get that off now.  We
want all of you naked."

   "Totally naked," Shelly said.  "All the way naked!  Butt naked!  Show us
what you've got!"

   Philip blushed, but that was all as he stripped off his pride.  Paul was
the one who couldn't handle it.  He tried.  He really did.  He just
couldn't bring himself to part with his last piece of protection.  While he
trembled, Shelly took advantage.  "I'll help you with that, cutie."

   "Not again!  Come on, Shelly, don't do that!  Let me keep them on!"

   She didn't though.  She happily took his waistband in her hands and slid
his underwear down to get a close look at his dick.  She hummed happily as
she got him to step out.  She tossed them aside casually as she stood up.
Her evil eyes looked right into Paul's modest eyes as she took a quick feel
of his goods.  "How quick will this get hard?" she asked.  Paul felt like
he could faint.  He couldn't even stand being looked at and now this girl
had gotten to put her hand on his privates.  She wrapped her fingers around
the base of his penis and flopped it up and down a few times as she
giggled. "Nice dick, Paul.  Mmm.  But it's time for work." She stepped back
to get a good look at the three boys.  "Oh, turn back around, Zack.  I want
to keep that cock where I can see it.  Thanks.  Now, all three of you are
in good shape, but do you do anything different?  Since you all play
different positions, I mean?"

   The boys glanced at each other hopelessly.  There wasn't any reason not
to humor her.  The faster they did, the faster the interview would be over.
She asked them about their workouts.  What did they do and when?  How much
of it was the Coach's direction and how much did they do on their own?  The
boys answered her questions fairly easily, but it didn't help.  Even
without stumbling over their words, it was terrible.  Answering quick and
fast only meant that they were participating in their own humiliation. 
Shelly watched their faces and she realized that they were actually getting
more and more embarrassed as she questioned them.  Before long Zack had a
great blush on his face, and he just couldn't make eye contact.  Paul's
response was even better though.  He was the first one to react with a
rising penis.  Shelly kept talking like that wasn't important, but she also
kept staring as he slowly lifted up.  Miss Devasquez and Miss Hartick were
also both staring right at his growing sweet stick.  Paul felt so
humiliated he kept having to cover his eyes.

   He got to his height and Miss Devasquez said, "Thanks for the stiffy,
Paul.  It's good to see you so enthusiastic since this is the first time
I've seen you naked." She saw Paul stamp his foot in helpless anger.  She
said to the others, "Aren't you two going to harden up for us?"

   Miss Hartick didn't want to interfere with any female sexual impulses,
but she did feel obligated to congratulate those two young men.  "Well I
think it's great that Philip and Zack have learned such control.  You two
should really be proud of the way you're keeping your penises so well
behaved."

   That did it.  Having the women stare at their naked dicks and compliment
their willpower ended their willpower.  Zack muttered something and Philip
stood statue still as their cocks both filled with trembling embarrassment
and started to grow.  It was quick for both of them.  They were both
standing stiff with their announcements of humiliations.  Miss Hartick
said, "Well, it was nice of you to try so hard, anyway.  And I do have to
admit that it's quite thrilling to see you like this.  I would like to hear
you assure us that you mean no disrespect."

   The boys grumbled a moment.  Paul closed his eyes and blushed furiously
as he said, "I can't help it.  I don't mean to insult you.  I hope my, uh,
I hope my boner doesn't bother you too much."

   "I'm sorry for getting hard," was all that Philip could muster.  The
smiles on the women's faces were his reward as they all turned to his hard
on.

   Zack couldn't say it.  "I can't-- I don't-- It's not my fault."

   "I suppose it isn't," Miss Hartick said.

   "Are we done?," Paul said.

   "Not yet," Shelly said.  "It would really help my article if you would
do a few things.  Show me some stretches, like you do before a practice."

   "Oh come on!" What for?" "Miss Hartick, we don't really have to do this
do we?"

   It took Miss Hartick a moment to gather her thoughts.  Usually she was
completely dignified, calm and collected.  Even Miss Hartick was only human
though, and every so often the exposure to these young bodies could
distract her.  Especially their bare young cocks, standing so straight and
proud in spite of the boys' reluctance.  She took a deep breath and looked
away from the naked display.  She wasn't certain that Shelly needed what
she was asking for, but what could it hurt?  She felt it was important to
err on the side of caution, that is caution that protected Shelly's
interests.  "I think that Shelly is being quite reasonable, asking you to
perform as athletes."

   "While we're not wearing anything?" Philip protested.

   Miss Devasquez was aching for this.  "Behave yourself, boys.  Do some of
those groin stretches."

   What could they do?  The boys sighed and did as they were told, lowering
to the floor on one side, then other.  Shelly left the rest up to them, so
they performed a short series of stretches, all in the nude, for their
audience of three happy females.  "Is that enough?" Paul asked.  He was
finally angry instead of shy.

   "Some jumping jacks?" Shelly asked, eyeing his hard on.

   Paul threw his hands up.  "We don't actually do jumping jacks."

   "Why not?" Miss Devasquez asked the other girls.  "It's good exercise
isn't it?"

   "It is," Shelly said.

   They both looked to Miss Hartick.  She knew she should draw the line
there.  It really served no purpose at all to make the boys perform an
exercise that they ordinarily wouldn't.  She glanced at that trio of hard
penises again and discretion failed her.  "Just ten.  Humor us.  Then we'll
be finished." She said that last bit rather sternly, and it was obviously
aimed at Shelly.  It was clear that Miss Hartick's limits were being
tested, and no one wanted that.  Not even her allies.

   "I'll count off," Miss Devasquez said, much to Shelly's chagrin. 
"Ready, boys?  One, two, oh god, three, four, mMMMMM!  Five!" They watched
the boys' boners bounce as they hopped up and down.  Each involuntary
little sound Miss Devasquez made was an extra count as it took the place of
a number.  It was wonderful watching those naked boys bouncing up and down,
especially their rock hard dicks.  It wasn't the jump that was the best
part though.  It was the landing, because then those hilarious stiffies
would bounce up and down real quick.  The boys were getting a little
exercise, but not as much as their penises were.  They didn't get all the
way to ten though.  The boys only got to eight when they all stopped
suddenly.  The door had opened and another boy came in.

   "What the hell?" This was Rick.  He was naturally surprised to see three
of his fellow students like this.  Granted, there were stories, but he
didn't think they were even half true.  Apparently Miss Hartick and her
cronies really took advantage of their power.  Rick was another jock type,
very well muscled, with a swagger to match.  He couldn't help laughing. 
"Is that good for the circulation, guys?  Oh, that's great.  Hey Miss
Hartick, am I allowed to talk about this, or is it a secret?"

   The three baseball boys were fuming, but they didn't have to say
anything.  They weren't the only ones annoyed.  Miss Hartick took a great
deal of umbrage at the idea that she was doing anything that would have to
be secret.  Miss Devasquez and Shelly were irritated for an entirely
different reason.  For the boys to be bared and humiliated by them was one
thing.  Yes, the girls were enjoying the fact that they could take
advantage of their situation, but they wanted the boys to be embarrassed by
the enforced nudity, not by any kind of high school social situation.  They
loved to humiliate the boys, but this made them want to protect them.  Miss
Devasquez had the immediate cure for it.  It hit her all at once.  She
grinned in a villainous way.  Rick was an arrogant stud, but the emphasis
for her at that moment was the stud part.  He was good looking.  He was
built.  "Rick.  You made the weight lifting team, didn't you?"

   "Uh, well, I don't know.  We haven't found out yet."

   "Oh, you're on the team," Miss Hartick said.  She took Miss Devasquez's
lead.  "I get the lists of athletes before they're released.  Coach
Williams put your name on that list.  Congratulations."

   Rick lit up.  He already assumed that he would be on the team.  It was
great to hear it for sure though.  His spirits would sink in the next few
minutes.  Miss Devasquez said the natural thing.  "I think an early
interview of one of the weightlifters would be good, don't you, Shelly?"

   Shelly smiled wide.  What a body!  And she was about to see all of it.
"Oh yes I do."

   She was smiling happily.  Miss Devasquez was smiling deviously.  Miss
Hartick was smiling seriously.  Even the baseball boys were grinning.  They
knew what was about to happen.  Ordinarily they would be upset about any
other boy being stripped, but Rick had to act like himself when he walked
in.  They doubted that Rick would make a big issue out of this after he was
on the receiving end.

   Miss Hartick stepped close to Rick and explained it.  "Every athlete in
the school is required to take part in interviews for the school
newspaper."

   "Yeah."

   "And this is your first time being interviewed by Shelly.  What Paul,
Philip and Zack here are willing to do is what you're going to have to
learn to do."

   "Wait, what?"

   Miss Devasquez joined in happily, "You're required to remove all of your
clothing while being interviewed."

   "No.  What?"

   The other boys were enjoying this.  "It's gotta be done, man." "It shows
respect to the women and to your sport." "We've been doing it a while now.
Get used to it.  Shelly's going to be in the locker room with you guys
too."

   "Well, but, I mean, wait a second.  This isn't right.  This isn't even
the locker room."

   "I'm aware of that," Miss Hartick said.  She humored him a bit.  After
all, he couldn't have been expecting this, and unlike the others, he wasn't
used to it at all.  It would be helpful to Shelly's work though, and it
would certainly be helpful to the boys' attitude when Shelly went for her
first locker room interviews of the weightlifters.  She explained it
quickly and clearly.  She told him how his nudity and compliance served to
break down sexual barriers and respect the girls of the school.  She was as
commanding as ever.  Rick was a big, strong guy, but he felt powerless at
that moment.  He couldn't manage to make any kind of intelligent complaint
while being stared down by Miss Hartick.  When she finished, he stammered,
"Well, I, uh, I don't know if I can do this.  I, uh, if this is how it is,
then maybe I'll, uh..."

   "It doesn't matter," Philip said.  He said the thing that so many of the
baseball boys were afraid of.  He could finally find out for certain. 
"Even if you quit the team, the moment you were on it, you gave Shelly
permission for her interviews.  She can interview you as a former athlete.
You'll still have to do this."

   Rick stared at him wide eyed.  "Is he right?"

   Miss Hartick couldn't believe that any of the boys would consider giving
up their place on a Prellis sports team over something so trivial.  None of
the baseball team had.  Just in case Rick was really considering it though,
she made it clear.  "He is right.  You're going to do this one way or
another.  If you're really thinking of defying me, then that will only be a
detention.  One of Miss Devasquez's special detentions.  You'll have to
undress there anyway, and we'll invite several girls to watch.

   "You're serious!" Rick said.

   "Oh she's serious all right," Zack said.  "Me and Philip have both been
in those detentions.  May as well get it over with now.  Show a little self
respect and give them what they want."

   Miss Hartick felt a great deal of pride in the boys.  She didn't realize
that they were being ironic.  She thought they meant it.  The boys knew she
would think that, but at this point they knew that no matter what they said
it would only make her more crazy and sexist, so they might as well help
embarrass Rick to keep his mouth shut.  Rick felt cornered.  He had
literally backed up to a wall while this was being explained.  "Can I at
least do this some other time?  When I'm ready for it?"

   Miss Devasquez loved his discomfort, but she was getting impatient.  "If
you're really having trouble, I'll help you undress."

   "What?  NO!  Okay, okay, just give me a moment."

   While Rick caught his breath, Philip asked, "Can we get dressed then? 
We still want to get in the workout we came here for."

   "Certainly," Miss Hartick said.  She wasn't even looking at the naked
baseball boys.  None of the women were.  It was funny that the one boy who
had all his clothes on had all their attention.  As the baseballers got
covered, Rick started to uncover.  He mumbled to himself, "oh god, o god, I
can't believe I'm doing this." He almost stopped.  His embarrassment turned
to anger at the unfairness of it all.  He glared at the women, but that
only forced him to make eye contact with Medusa Hartick.  It was like a
bucket of cold water was thrown over his anger.  He was timid again
instantly.  With trembling fingers, he kept slipping his shirt off.  It was
funny.  Those hands could move big weights around, but they had trouble
getting that shirt off while the women were watching.

   Rick heard three loud exhales of excitement from the women.  He was
built.  He was a weightlifter but not a bodybuilder, so he didn't have that
perfect definition.  He certainly was a brawny masterpiece though.  The
baseball boys had wonderful bodies that were made for running, throwing,
moving fast.  Rick had a different kind of appeal.  His body was made just
for brute force.  He wasn't overdeveloped or huge, but he was big with some
exceptional muscles.  It was a new kind of treat for the ladies.  Miss
Hartick had to urge him on.  "More."

   He trembled again, which was ridiculous on him.  He slipped his pants
off so that he was down to just his underwear, and that fabulous body was a
delight.  He looked like he couldn't handle dropping that last bit though.
Shelly understood.  This was his first time facing this humiliation.  So
she decided to give him a little break from his stripping, but not from his
embarrassment.  "Hold, on a moment, Rick.  Of course I'm going to have to
tell the readers just how impressive your physique is.  Let me get a better
feel for that." She meant that literally.  She stepped to him while he
looked away.  He flinched marvelously when she put her hand to his chest.
She muttered, "Oh my god!" With that wicked smile that the baseball boys
all knew, she told Rick, "Can you flex those arms for me?"

   He started to feel really disgusted with her.  He did it though.  While
his biceps raised, he felt her hand move over him, relishing it all.  She
could feel him shiver slightly as she moved her hand around that body. 
Lower and lower she went until, with no warning, she whisked his underwear
down.  He shrieked, "HEY!" With his hands covering his goods, he panicked
"Oh no, oh no, oh my god.  Can she do that?"

   "Relax," Miss Hartick said encouragingly, "she's only helping you get
used to it."

   "You really didn't look like you could do that on your own," Miss
Devasquez said mischievously.

   Zack said, "We've all been there."

   Rick's eyes got wide.  Zack meant it.  This wasn't even out of the
ordinary.  In fact, it sounded like it might get worse.  Before he could
consider that at all, Shelly had him step out of his underwear and she
tossed them aside.  Then she told him, "You have to move your hands.  You
can't cover up like that."

   "I will not!" he said.

   "You will," Miss Hartick said.  "That's disrespectful.  You should be
completely at ease.  Shelly is a reporter.  You will act like you
appreciate her job."

   "What?  That doesn't make any sense!"

   Miss Hartick looked truly angry for a moment, and you could hear a pin
drop.  "Move those hands, show us you penis and enjoy the opportunity to
respect the school and it's female students.  I'm not going to ask again."

   Rick couldn't take it.  It was something about the woman's voice.  He
knew that there was just no way he could refuse.  He set his modesty aside
and let the women see everything he had.  His head dropped and turned to
the side.  He was just standing there totally naked for these hungry eyes.
He heard Shelly say, "That's better.  That wasn't really so hard, was it?
And that is one nice cock you've got."

   "What did you say?" He stared at her and the others.  No one seemed to
mind Shelly's antics at all.

   "You must be happy to hear that you've made the team, Rick."

   "What?  What?"

   "The team," Shelly repeated, "aren't you happy to know that you made the
weightlifting team?"

   He felt even more naked now that he was looking at her.  She was barely
able to hold in her laughter as her eyes moved all over him.  He stammered,
"I'm-- I'm, what?"

   Shelly said, "Calm down, Rick.  You're okay.  You're just naked is all.
Surely you're proud of that body.  You should be.  But I need you to answer
the question.  You just found out that you're on the team.  How does that
make you feel?"

   "I feel, I feel," he felt humiliated and panicked, but he couldn't say
that.  For a very brief moment he was able to shut his eyes and remember
being told a few minutes ago.  He even smiled slightly.  "Yeah, it's great.
Do I really just have to stand here like this?"

   "Yes, Rick.  You're covering up again though.  Move your hands.  You
can't do that.  Can you tell us what to expect from the weightlifters this
year?"

   "Uh, we're going to lift weights?" Having to talk to her relaxed him
very slightly.  Not much at all, but because he had to concentrate on the
interview, he couldn't concentrate on how afraid his nakedness made him. 
As a result, he felt what the boys always felt.  All of his emotion flooded
to his dick.  He could feel nothing but the exposure there.  When he
noticed any of the women taking a look at it, that only amplified it. 
Every time he noticed a pair of eyes pointed at his penis he felt a surge
of raging embarrassment, all centered on his most private area.  As it
started to grow, his eyes got bigger too.  He couldn't believe that was
happening.  The women all smiled at him as the flag of embarrassment
unfurled and rose up little by little.  He couldn't bear to look down at
himself.  He had to keep staring at the women who were staring at him. 
They were so openly and blatantly lustful as they watched his dick move up
and up and up.  Every question Shelly asked had to be repeated once before
he could say anything.  He threw his hands over his cock, but a glance from
Miss Hartick corrected that.  He let them stare at his stiff wonder.

   When Shelly finished, he asked her, "I'm not going to have to do that
again, am I?"

   "Of course you are."

   Miss Devasquez told him in a happy voice, "You'll get naked as often as
you have to.  Anytime Shelly interviews you.  The baseball team has been
doing this a while.  I'm sure it gets easier."

   Paul, Philip and Zack all shook their heads quietly so that only Rick
could see.

   Shelly was breathing hard.  She had to put her hands on that body again.
She loved watching Rick scrunch his eyes shut as she ran her hands over his
chest and abs, and then down to his cock.  All of a sudden he was staring
at her in shock as she fondled his dick, up and down a few times.  He knew
that this wasn't happening, but once Shelly let him go, Miss Hartick said,
"Good job, Rick.  You handled that well.  We'll let you boys get back to
your workouts now."

   Rick had to walk to where Shelly had tossed his underwear before he
could start getting dressed.  Shelly and her chaperones left like
everything was normal.  Rick was a jerk, but he wasn't anywhere near as bad
Reggie was.  He told the other boys, "I guess I owe you an apology."

   Philip said, "Forget it man.  Just do what you have to do and focus on
your sport."

   Rick nodded.  He put more weight on a bar than he normally would, but he
knew he could handle it as he worked off his embarrassment.