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 Okay, before we start this chapter, let me first say that I don't know a
whole lot about weight lifting.  I could research it, find out what all is
realistic.  Then again, I could put a more appropriate amount of effort
into this and just write a story that sounds right to me.  That might mean
that someone will tell me I have it all wrong.  I can live with that. 
After all, the fantasy element of the story is far more important than
anything else.

   And what part of the naked young athlete fantasy will we push into
today? The weigh in.  Shelly had been looking forward to this.  Ever since
she knew she was going to get to interview the studly, buff weightlifters,
she knew that it might have a great beginning.  She had dropped a couple
hints to Miss Hartick, and that had born fruit.  Her demented mentor was
her chaperone this time.  Shelly was grateful for that.  She knew that
there was no one else who could tame these boys the way Miss Hartick could.
Shelly knew that she was going to love watching these muscle boys doing
what they were told.

   "Are we ready then, Shelly?" Miss Hartick said when they arrived at her
office.

   Shelly couldn't hide her eagerness at all.  She felt almost as squirmy
as Mindy would be.  Mindy wasn't with her.  Neither was Miss Devasquez. 
Along with herself and the vice principal, they would only bring along
Greta, the school paper's photographer.

   Miss Hartick led the way with her fast, powerful stride until they got
to the exercise rooms.  "Hello, Coach Young," Miss Hartick said.

   The wrestling coach was Coach Williams, but the assistant coach was
Coach Young.  It wasn't part of any plot or suggestion by Miss Hartick.  It
was just a lucky break that the weightlifters' assistant coach was a woman.
Coach Young was a very serious athlete.  She was in great shape.  She knew
a lot about the weightlifting competitions.  As serious as she was though,
she couldn't help enjoying her position.  She was going to spend a lot of
time around these good looking and wonderfully well built boys.  With Miss
Hartick at the school, Coach Young even knew that she would likely get to
see some of them naked.  She had no idea that she would get such a windfall
of enforced nudity in her first helping though.  It was Miss Hartick's
question that started the idea, but Coach Young pounced on it.  Today was
their preliminary weigh in before the real weightlifting sessions started.

   One of the boys asked, "Are we waiting for Coach Williams?"

   "No," Miss Hartick said, "I've asked him to leave this to Coach Young
instead.  She can handle it.  Before we get started boys, I want you all to
get together for a team photo."

   That's why Greta was there.  It was an event, the start of the
weightlifting program for the year.  Greta had the boys line up in their
uniforms, dark blue Jaybird singlets.  They were tight, and fairly
revealing.  Greta took several pictures of the team, but she did it
quickly. The real fun was going to take place once they started the
weighing.

   Coach Young said, "All right boys, line up here.  Good.  So I guess
you're first, Corbin.  Get that uniform off and step on the scale."

   "Excuse me?" Corbin really thought he hadn't heard right.

   Greta giggled and Shelly gave him her infamous half smile.  Coach Young
explained it like it was no big deal, which was hard for her since she was
beside herself with anticipation.  Corbin was a smooth sort of pretty boy.
Like the others on the team, he was muscular.  He wasn't as big, but he was
very well developed.  Coach Young couldn't wait to see if he was as well
developed in another sense.  "We need as accurate a weight as possible. 
You'll have to get that off.  It's better for competition to have a lower
weight.  You want that edge."

   "But, uh, Coach Young, we're not exactly alone here."

   Coach Young told him, "It's nothing to be bothered by.  You're an
athlete.  Act like one and do what you have to do."

   Corbin looked over at the Vice Principal.  He had heard about Shelly and
her antics, but he wasn't sure he really believed all that.  Even if he
had, he hadn't expected this.  "Can't I leave the uniform on?  I mean, it
doesn't weight that much.  I'm not bothered by it."

   Miss Hartick heard his voice.  She tried to sound reasonable, but she
was who she was.  She couldn't help a bit of strong authority.  "Corbin,
you heard your coach.  The best thing for you is to get all that off.  If
it's the camera that bothers you, don't worry.  I've already explained it
to Greta.  We brought her for the team photo, but she is not to take any
pictures while you're naked.  She won't even touch that camera."

   "Naked?" Corbin asked.  He thought they meant get down to his jock
strap. They wanted him to just take it all off?  Right there in front of
two girls and two women?

   Greta held up her hands.  "See?  Hands off.  I'll even put them in my
pockets." Greta had her camera hanging around her neck.  In her pocket was
a little device to snap photos remotely.  Only she and Shelly knew that
though.  (A little aside to the readers here, I have no idea if this idea
is plausible at all.  It doesn't sound that far fetched to me though.)

   Miss Hartick saw that the young man hadn't moved.  "Corbin, I understand
your hesitation, but you're here only with school staff and girls who
represent the school paper.  This is a safe environment.  Get your clothes
off.  All of them.  You will respect the school and your sport, or you will
not be on the team.  And don't think that will get you out of this.  If you
can't do something as small as set aside your silly macho pride for a
minute when you have to, then you'll be in my office after school several
times learning how to do it."

   Corbin was shocked.  She meant it.  She was going to strip him down here
or later.  She didn't care.  He looked back at his team mates.  It was
clear that they were hoping he would take a stand so that they could get
behind him.  He thought about it.  How heroic would that be?  But when he
looked at Medusa Hartick again, he saw that powerful stare.  He started to
say something, but he couldn't.  "I, uh, I guess, okay."

   With trembling fingers, Corbin started to slide his singlet off.  He
heard a few whispers from the other boys.  "Oh man." "I can't believe
this." "Do we really have to do this?" Worse than that was the little
giggle he heard from Greta.  She couldn't help staring and smiling while
she watched that tight, Jaybird blue uniform slide down that body.  There
he was, gorgeous and cut, in nothing but a jockstrap.  He shut his eyes and
whispered something to himself before he could get on with it.  He really
wished he didn't have to hear that silly little Greta giggle again while he
dropped his underwear.  When he stood back up, he had his hands over his
cock.  He was about to step on the scale, but Miss Hartick wasn't having
that.  "What do you think you're doing?  Corbin, you can't be that
inhibited."

   "What -- What do you mean?"

   "I mean, that you can't cower like that.  Stand up straight and proud
with your arms at your sides."

   "I - but - the girls..."

   "Oh, for goodness sake.  Isn't there one boy at this school who doesn't
have to be told to show respect?"

   "Huhn?" That wasn't a nervous answer.  Corbin really didn't understand
what she meant.

   She was full of condescension and force.  "Corbin, your body is not
something to be hidden.  In this atmosphere, I expect you to put your
ridiculous macho conventions aside and act like showing us your penis isn't
a big deal.  Because it isn't.  By showing us your body, you're showing
pride and respect.  Now I won't say it again.  Move those hands."

   Corbin was horrified.  The other weightlifters were horrified.  Miss
Young was delighted.  Greta and Shelly were beside themselves with eager
lust.  Then it happened.  Hunky Corbin dropped his hands and let them all
take in the sight of his naked penis.  "Oh my god," he said.

   "Oh my god," Greta said.  "Oh my god," Shelly said.  "Oh my god," Coach
Young said.  Miss Hartick told him, "You see?  There was no reason for your
insecurity.  The girls all think you're quite a sight."

   Coach Young turned to the line up of athletes.  "What are the rest of
you waiting for?  Get those uniforms off."

   Miss Hartick said, "You may leave your jock straps on though until it is
your turn at the scale."

   Greta was in love with them all.  She was covertly snapping photos of
bare naked Corbin.  She was also capturing pictures of the other boys as
they undressed.

   The ladies were all turned to the massive unveiling.  Eight hotbody
weightlifters were stripping down to their underwear.  The reluctance in
their movements was wonderful as they bared their muscular selves.  It was
only when they were all down to that last little bit of inadequate cover
that the attention turned back to Corbin.

   "Oh for crying out loud!" Coach Young said.  "Corbin, stop that!"

   He had his hands on his good again.  "But, but, but, you don't
understand!"

   "Move your hands now," Miss Hartick said.  That ice queen voice filled
the room with silence.  Corbin stared at the floor while he gave himself up
to their stares again.  He was halfway hard.  No wonder he wanted to hide.
Greta didn't just giggle.  She gave loud but short laugh at his
predicament. Of course she snapped a photo.

   Corbin's cock kept rising slowly.  Coach Young couldn't take her eyes
off it, but she had to ask Miss Hartick, "Is that normal?"

   "I'm afraid so.  The boys don't have much self control.  On the other
hand, Miss Bridle says that it's good for them to be comfortable with their
bodies, especially that kind reaction."

   "Oh.  Okay then.  Uh, Corbin, you can get on the scale now.  No, no,
don't cover up.  You shouldn't have to."

   Corbin blushed furiously and his shoulders slumped as his stiffy reached
its height.  Coach Young took her time getting his exact weight while they
all stared at him.  Once she was done, he stepped off and picked up his
clothes.

   "No," Miss Hartick said, "don't get dressed.  Shelly will have questions
for you all after you get weighed.  It will be a team interview.  Let me
tell you all now that when Shelly interviews you, you will be required to
strip naked.  Completely naked every time.  Including this time.  So after
you've been on the scale, don't put anything back on.  Just move aside and
wait until we're all done."

   Coach Young could have melted with lust.  She felt like she was a
teenager again, surrounded by these sexy young underwear clad studs, all of
whom would soon be naked for her.  Greta's big goofy grin was nonstop as
she kept taking photos.  She took her secret pictures of naked Corbin, the
line up of jock strap hotties, and of Wendell, the next boy to step to the
scale.  Wendell was a hot tall, burly tough guy type, but he looked
completely shy while he forced himself to doff his underwear.  Like Corbin,
he had his jewels covered when he stood back up.  "Okay, I did what I had
to do, but please don't make me show Shelly and Greta my stuff.  Please?"

   Miss Hartick rolled her eyes.  "This is so disappointing."

   Coach Young took his wrists and pushed his hands aside forcefully.  She
tried to keep herself from grinning, but this just too much fun.  "You boys
will have to cooperate if you're going to stay on this team.  That's
better."

   Wendell sheepishly moved to the scale.  With his body bare and on
display on like that, he couldn't stop cringing.  The girls were a bit
disappointed that his dick didn't rise up for them.  He looked absolutely
marvelous anyway though.  His body and his stick would be great additions
to Greta's little photography project.

   One by one the weight lifters had to step forward and strip away their
modesty for the eager eyes of these libidinous women.  All in the name of
respect for their sport, and for the girls, and even for themselves, Coach
Young assured them.  The boys certainly didn't feel a lot of self respect.
Every one of them felt sheer embarrassment as their cocks were exposed for
the first time.

   Billy managed to stand up straight, even if he was blushing furiously.
He couldn't make eye contact with any of the women.  It almost seemed that
he couldn't hear Coach Young since she had to ask him to step on the scale
three times.  His dick was sure aware of the situation though.  In no time
at all he was fully aroused.

   Rick was perfectly sheepish and quiet as he let them gaze at his
manhood. He was the only boy on the team who had already had to strip down
for Shelly.  He thought that might make this a bit easier.  He was wrong.
If anything he felt even more shame at the idea that he was letting this
happen to him again.

   Charlie was a boy who had to plead for mercy.  He really, really didn't
want to have to give the girls what they wanted.  Like the others he ended
up totally naked and ashamed.  It was so humiliating, the way these women
stared so blatantly while promising that he had nothing to be embarrassed
about.

   Red stripped off as soon as he could.  He wanted to get it over with
fast.  Waiting for his turn to peel off his pride had been worse than the
actual stripping.  Or so he thought until his goods were actually out
there, tingling with the attention.  He didn't cover up until he realized
that he was going to get an erection.  Of course he wasn't allowed to
protect himself from that compromising situation.  Miss Hartick told him to
move his hands, and he had to.  He didn't make it all the way up.  He was
well over halfway there though before Coach Young let him step aside. 
Again he covered up, but Miss Hartick wasn't having that.  "Just because
you aren't the center of attention doesn't give you the right to disrespect
these girls.  It's important for the girls to be comfortable."

   "The girls?  What about us?"

   Coach Young was really getting into this.  "Allowing the girls to do
their jobs shouldn't be any kind of inconvenience for you.  Concentrate on
why you're here, not on who can see your penis."

   The boys in line fumed because Shelly and Greta kept constantly looking
them over while they had to stand there butt naked.  Miss Hartick and Coach
Young did the same thing!  They weren't even subtle about it.  The boys
felt a tremor hot shame every time they noticed a pair of female eyes
leveled at their waists.  Their cocks betrayed their embarrassment with
slow liftoff.  Not one of them could stand there without coming at least
close to the half hard point.  Some were completely stiff, pointing to the
ceiling.

   There were six of them standing there in various postures of irritation.
Three more had to be weighed in.  Frank managed to keep himself from
covering his dick.  Instead he covered his face while the girls watched him
being weighted.  The girls thought it was hilarious that he didn't start to
rise until they started giggling at him.

   Greta gave the next boy a little wave when he stepped up.  "Hi, Denver."
She said it triumphantly.  She lived near him, and she'd had a very open
crush on him for a long time.  And now she would get to see his dick!  He
was literally shivering when he got the courage to drop his underwear.  His
rod didn't rise at all, but his embarrassment was still delightful to the
girls.  The trembling of that sexy, strong body was wonderful.

   Terence was the last one.  He took a deep breath to prepare himself. 
Then he heard Greta say, "This has been a great show."

   "What did she just say?"

   Coach Young sighed.  "Take it off, Terence."

   "But didn't you hear her?"

   Miss Hartick stopped his complaint with her iron hard voice.  "We heard
her, Terence.  It's obvious that the girls are girls and that they're
enjoying this.  It would be too much to ask them not to.  I'm afraid you're
going to have to get used to that.  Shelly will be in your locker room
frequently.  She will always have a chaperone, and she will bring guests
whenever she sees fit.  It's all part of your role as athlete to accept
that."

   "But, uh..." He had no idea how to argue with that.

   "Stop stalling and take that off!"

   Terence wasn't afraid so much as he was just shocked that he did as he
was told.  He almost couldn't feel himself move as he removed his modesty.
He certainly could feel his exposure though.  He couldn't help throwing his
hands over his treasure.  He stopped himself before anyone could complain
though.  He just turned his head aside and groaned as he felt the greedy
stares on his tool.

   Terence was halfway up when he got in line with the others.  Shelly
casually looked across that row of flesh as she said, "Thank you, boys.  I
know it's a bit jarring the first time you have to do this, so I'll try to
make it quick.  I think that I can tell which of you will have the most
concentration from your erections.  Wendell, you're still not very high up,
so I'll start with you."

   "What?" He couldn't believe it.

   Coach Young couldn't believe it either.  Was Miss Hartick really going
to let Shelly pick her interview subjects based on the angle they were
pointing?  It looked like she was.  Coach Young wasn't bothered by that for
long.  The sudden focus of attention on his nudity affected Wendell fast.
He started rising visibly the moment Shelly started talking.  "I know this
is an obvious question, but are you looking forward to competing in your
sport?"

   "Uh, y-y-yeah.  I, uh, not just competing.  Oh god." He made it to his
height while he stumbled over his words.  He was blushing furiously.  He
felt the heat of his own blush almost as much as he felt the agonizing flow
of embarrassment animating his penis.  "Can you please not stare at me like
that?  I was going to say that I look forward to the workouts as much as I
look forward to the competition."

   "Good, good.  Uh, Denver, it looks like you're the lowest now."

   "M-me?" He shuddered again, but then he managed to stand stock still
like a mannequin.

   Shelly asked, "Most people would consider this an individual sport, but
would you really agree with that?"

   "I, uh, oh no, not me too." Predictably, he was rising up in response to
the attention of all four females.  "N-no.  It's having the support of the
team that pushes us to succeed."

   "That's a great quote, Denver." Shelly kept up her performance.  She had
just enough questions to make certain that every boy there reached full
arousal.  Every one of them that wasn't already all the way up had to
stutter and try to make sense while his penis rose up in response to the
ogling.  It was an incredible line up of nine hard cocks on nine very
hardbodies.  The boys hated seeing the eyes scan across their physiques,
and then across their boners.  Greta was thrilled.  She had several shots
of all nine sexy weight lifters shoulder to shoulder, totally naked and
totally hard!

   The silent ogling after the interview didn't go on even quite a full
minute before Miss Hartick finally showed some mercy.  "That was very good,
boys.  I'm very proud of you.  You can get dressed again.  Just remember
that you have to be prepared to do this again whenever you're interviewed.
In the locker room we allow Shelly a considerable amount of indulgence to
enjoy the fringe benefits of her job.  So try to take it in stride."

   None of the boys had the courage to ask what that meant.  They knew that
Rick had already had a bad experience, so they figured they would ask him.

   Outside, four very content women walked away.  Greta was practically
skipping she was in such a hurry to see her new pictures.  Miss Hartick
hated to end the whole thing on a sour note, but she felt obligated to tell
Shelly, "I have to go see Miss Austin, that woman from the school board. 
She's waiting in my office."

   "Oh.  Uh, how do you think that's going to go?"

   "I don't know.  I think that we might be running our little social
experiment before its time though.  That's unfortunate.  I tried to
encourage Miss Austin to come along to see you interview the boys, but she
refused.  She's already spoken with Miss Bridle, and Miss Bridle had the
impression that things didn't go well.  I think I should have made it a
point to talk to the woman first."

   "You've got to convince her, Miss Hartick."

   "I'll do my best.  If I can't though, I wanted you to know that I have
really been impressed with your work."

   That encouraged Shelly.  Miss Hartick's respect wasn't as important to
her as the continuing penis parade, but it was something.  Shelly really
just wished that Miss Austin might at least wait long enough to make her
decision that Shelly might get her hands on a few of the studly
weightlifters.