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 Shelly was so excited.  It was a day without any sports practice, but she
was going to get to see the boys naked anyway.  When she started her
reporter duties, she was reluctant to share her show.  Now she loved it. 
She loved watching the boys blush, stutter and squirm when they were forced
to strip down for new girls.

   Shelly was in the art room with Mrs.  Stemmerich and her students.  The
boys were in Miss Bridle's office with her and Miss Hartick.  Miss Hartick
was explaining it.  "I don't have time to be there myself, but I expect the
four of you to behave as though I were right there.  Do I make myself
clear? You are to show as much respect to Mrs.  Stemmerich and her class as
you would to Shelly in your locker room.  I don't want to hear about any
complaints or defiance.  I realize that this is a new situation for you,
but just consider it the same way you think about the locker room
interviews.  I know that none of you are really comfortable with that, but
you do see why It's important.  Well this is just as important."

   The four baseball players colored slightly.  Did Miss Hartick really
think that they accepted the locker room interviews?  They were forced into
it.  If they had any real choice at all, then Shelly would never set foot
in their locker room again, and none of them would ever speak to her
anywhere else for that matter.  They loathed Shelly and the way she
blatantly took advantage of her position to embarrass them all through
nudity and fondling.  No one was fooled by it.  No one but Miss Bridle and
Miss Hartick.  If only it hadn't been Miss Hartick.  No one else could have
pushed things this far.  No one could argue with her though.  Somehow, and
no one knew how, she even had the school board on her side.  So it was
either quit the team, which none of them would ever do, or put up with the
enforced nudity.

   This was kind of a strange situation.  Miss Hartick and Miss Bridle
already had them change out of their clothes into some robes.  They let the
boys change in private though.  That wasn't normal, but it fit their
twisted mentality.  Miss Hartick and Miss Bridle really thought they were
doing the right thing.  They weren't taking advantage of the boys
deliberately.  They were just delusional.

   They listened to Miss Bridle explain the situation again.  They were
going to model nude for Mrs.  Stemmerich's advanced art class.  They were
going to do it whether they liked it or not.  The boys were already feeling
that slow tremor of embarrassment.  There was a room full of girls just
waiting for them to show up and drop their robes.

   They had tried to talk their way out of it.  They had tried to be
reasonable.  Nothing would sway Miss Hartick though.  As far as she was
concerned they should be proud to have the privilege to strip naked to
prove the school's devotion to equality.  Of course no girl would ever be
made to do this, but that didn't seem to put a dent in Miss Hartick's
bizarre theories.

   Miss Bridle led the robe clad quartet through the halls to the art room.
She had a spring her step, and she hummed a happy tune.  It was clear that
she was going to enjoy this.  The boys shuddered with every few steps as
their unjust sentence of public nudity got closer and closer.

   "Here they are," Miss Bridle said as she brought the boys in.  "Brian,
Chris, Philip and Ted."

   Brian's eyes were wide as he looked at all the eager girls sitting next
to their easels.  "They're all girls."

   Mrs.  Stemmerich said, "I wasn't sure that it was appropriate to make
any of my students participate if they didn't want to.  So I asked for
volunteers for this lesson.  Only these fourteen girls volunteered."

   In a bitter voice, Ted guessed, "All of the girls in your class."

   "Yes," Mrs.  Stemmerich said, "the girls seemed much more open minded."

   The boys stared at her.  It was impossible to tell if she was a feminist
fanatic like Miss Hartick or if she was just a lecherous woman like Miss
Devasquez.  Either way they were in for it.  Miss Bridle and Miss
Stemmerich were there to oversee the project.  There were fourteen girls in
the class.  Some had funny little grins.  Some looked nervous.  Some
whispered to each other.  Shelly overheard a whisper and answered it.  "Oh,
these boys have it all.  That's why I chose them.  No matter how many times
I see our baseball players naked, it never gets old."

   The boys all gave her an angry glare.  She chose them?  Of course she
did.  And she would be there herself to see the show.  "Wait," Chris said,
"Greta's with her.  She's not taking pictures is she?"

   "No, of course not," Miss Bridle said.  "Well, before you disrobe she
will.  And she'll take some photos of the students and the classroom once
you're done."

   Greta started clicking away to get the "before" shots.  Her cover story
was that this was for the school paper.  The reality was that she had a
hidden camera on her to take photos of these four naked studs while they
posed.  She couldn't wait to walk around the room while they had to stand
there buck naked for as long as Mrs.  Stemmerich said.  Once she had enough
photos of the boys in their robes, she set her camera aside so that no one
but her and Shelly would suspect her of taking more.

   Miss Stemmerich told her class, "Now girls, I know that this is a
special sort of experience for you.  I know that you're going to really
enjoy this, and to tell you the truth, so will I.  All the same, I want you
to really concentrate on your work.  These boys' bodies are art subjects.
That's the way you will think of them."

   "Yes, Miss Stemmerich," the class said.  Though their expressions
betrayed them.  Whether it was pleasure, disbelief or awkwardness, all the
girls were just waiting to see some dick.  Miss Stemmerich said, "Boys? 
Are you ready?"

   "Of course they are," Miss Bridle said even though a couple of the boys
shook their heads.  "Go on," Miss Bridle said with a smile.

   The boys all gulped and tried to will a fire alarm into going off.  They
were lined up in front of a group of girls who were all staring with big
eyes.  With shivering fingers, the boys managed to go through with it.  One
by one their bodies were exposed, stark naked, full nude, eye candy bare
for all the girls.  Philip dropped his robe, and the girls all gasped or
giggled.  Then it was Ted, and the girls' eyes got remarkably bigger.  The
boys were really doing this!  They were really showing off everything! 
Brian was naked next.  He was already blushing so hard he felt like a
radiator.  The girls were pointing and whispering and breathing hard. 
Chris was last.  Sweet, lovable, incredibly hot Chris was the last one to
strip off his robe.  For the boys, overhearing the quiet commentary was
torture.  "eeee!" "Can you believe it?" "Ted's my favorite." "Oh my god,
they're gorgeous!" "I can't believe we get to see this!" "My drawing will
be on my bedroom wall forever!"

   Philip clapped his hands over his goods.  "Miss Stemmerich?  Can't you
make them behave?"

   She tapped a rod on an easel.  "He's right girls.  This is an art class,
not a peep show.  Even if the boys are all exceptional specimens.  But
Philip, I'm going to need you to show less inhibition."

   "Oh, for crying out loud." He rolled his eyes and dropped his hands,
exposing his package again, much the delighted squeals of the artists.  He
was angry at the moment, but he knew it wouldn't last.  He wanted to just
stay indignant.  That was so much better than the alternative.  Sooner or
later the shame of his exposure would catch up to him though, and he knew
it.

   The other three "models" were already exhibiting their embarrassment. 
Bright blushes, the occasional shudder, eyes that stared off into corners.
The girls started to realize what was really happening.  The boys wished
they didn't have to hear it.  "They don't look too happy." "I don't get it.
Miss Hartick told us they were volunteers." "I don't think they're acting.
I think they're really embarrassed!" "Look at Brian!  Look at that red
face!" "Mrs.  Stemmerich, are you sure this is okay?"

   "It's fine, girls.  As I understand it, the boys were more or less
drafted into this service.  Let's make the most of it though, shall we? 
I'm sure the boys understand.  Don't you boys?"

   The boys couldn't answer.  None of them could force out the words that
Mrs.  Stemmerich wanted to hear.  It turned out it didn't matter.  The art
teacher sort of giggled at the boys' reluctance.  "Well, maybe they don't
understand, but they're ready to model for us anyway.  Boys, I want each of
you on one of the marks on the floor.  Good.  Now girls, I want you spread
out evenly around them."

   The girls had to tear their eyes away from the body show to move to
their places.  Then Mrs.  Stemmerich went to each boy to put him in a pose.
"Chris, I want you facing the girls on this side.  Good.  Put one hand here
on the back of your head.  The other here." One by one the boys were moved
into the position she wanted, a little nudge here and there.  Mrs. 
Stemmerich couldn't help enjoying that.  There was nothing lewd about it,
but she still enjoyed touching the naked young men.  She was also happy to
make certain that each one of them had his penis prominently displayed to
the girls on that side.

   The last one was Ted.  She had him put one foot up on wooden block.  He
took advantage of that.  Using his pose to protect some of his modesty. 
However, one of the girls said, "Mrs.  Stemmerich, can he maybe move so
that we can get better look at his, uh, you know?  Because we won't get
many nude models after all, and I want to really face the challenge of it."

   "She's right," Mrs.  Stemmerich said with a smile.  "Switch sides, Ted.
This way." She couldn't help it.  She finally succumbed to her lust and
gave his athletic rear end a little pat.  She saw him blush a bit darker,
but he said nothing.  She couldn't tell what bothered him more, her
wandering hand or the way his pose now did the opposite of what he wanted.
He really had that hot rod of his right out there for the girls to enjoy.

   Mrs.  Stemmerich said, "All right, girls, get to work." She moved out of
the way and proceeded to slowly circle the room to really enjoy the sight
of all four of these hunks.  When she had been asked to do this, she
thought it was a joke.  She really had four sexy young athletes in her
room, unwillingly naked.

   Shelly also moved around the room taking in the sight.  She had seen all
these boys before, more than once, but it was inspiring all the same.  She
enjoyed asking the artists her questions while they tried to concentrate on
their work.  The answers were all so funny.  "Do you feel this is a real
learning tool?"

   "Uhm, y-yes because, well, I sort of, uh, it's very educational."

   It certainly was!  Shelly didn't worry too much about her efforts.  She
had already talked to her editor, Nancy.  Nancy had gotten to enjoy some
naked dick now, so she was more than happy to help.  They were going to
kill this story before it reached the paper.  They didn't really want a
record of their shenanigans, not even in a school paper.  Rumors abounded,
but so far no one who hadn't been present at an interview knew the way the
boys were treated.

   Of course Greta also circled the boys, meticulously documenting the four
bodies in photos, especially their dicks.  She couldn't wait to see her
work developed.

   One of the girls on Brian's side gasped.  "Mrs.  Stemmerich!  Mrs. 
Stemmerich!  Come over here!"

   "What is it, Darlene?  Oh!  Oh my," she said with a breathy purr.  Brian
wasn't just bare for the girls, his embarrassment had driven him to the
inevitable reaction.  His stolen modesty surged into his cock.  He could
feel it there, rushing through his vitals, a shock of embarrassment forcing
his penis upwards.  He made a few funny noises, as he arrived at a full
erection.  He noticed that not one girl on his side was still drawing. 
They were staring with open mouths or lusty smiles.  Mrs.  Stemmerich loved
it, but she still tried to be a teacher.  "Um, Brian, do you think you
might calm down a bit?"

   "It's not my fault!"

   Shelly said, "It really isn't.  They always do this when we make them
get naked."

   "Really?" Mrs.  Stemmerich said breathlessly, staring at his stiffy. 
"Then maybe, maybe we should have the other girls wait until the other boys
have also arrived at a pose they can hold?"

   The girls all laughed as quietly as they could manage.  The boys tried
to stay still, but it just wasn't possible.  Mrs.  Stemmerich realized that
she was getting a bit wrapped up in the show.  She knew that her students
couldn't possibly help their reactions, so she didn't stop the stares and
giggles.  She did think she might have made a mistake though.  "How long
will it take for the boys to, uh?"

   "Ted's getting a hard on now!" some girl said.

   Mrs.  Stemmerich moved to that side of the room, trying to look like she
wasn't hurrying.  There he was, moving up slowly and steadily.  He had the
funniest look of frustration on his face as he fought the urges.  All that
embarrassment, all of it centered right where he didn't want it.  His cock
was just screaming for attention as the girls sighed and smiled lovingly.
"Will they stay that way?" one girl asked.

   "They usually do," Shelly said.

   Ted was almost all the way hard when Philip started.  The squeal of
pleasure from a girl on that side brought Mrs.  Hemmerich around to see. 
It also brought Greta.  She was making sure to get photos of the nude
erections.

   Before he was halfway there, Chris started.  Mrs.  Hemmerich was torn.
Should she stay to watch hot Philip get to full mast?  Or should she watch
Chris rise from a low point?  The girls on Chris's side were more vocal
than the other girls had been.  "Oh, Chris, you're so hot!" "I can't
believe you're doing that for us!"

   Mrs.  Stemmerich said, "Girls, behave!  That's not necessary at all.  I
know that you all like the sight, but try to show some courtesy.  These
boys are models, so try to act professional."

   "Sorry, Chris," a few girls muttered.

   That didn't help him out at all.  Sorry didn't hide his penis or deflate
his rock hard erection at all.  Mrs.  Stemmerich said, "Girls, you can get
back to drawing now." She circled the room, trying to focus as much as she
could on the girls' work, but being constantly distracted by the penis show
in the middle of her classroom.  Not only had they all gotten stiff, they
had almost taken turns doing it.  The boys blushed and fussed as they were
made to stay there, holding their poses while their dicks stood stiff and
tall at attention for the hormone happy artists.  It seemed like it took
forever.  The boys all went through the same struggle.  The embarrassment
would fade slightly as they started to get used to it.  Every time that
happened though, there would be eye contact with some girl blatantly
checking them out.  That brought out a fresh blush and a sudden wave of
stiffy power every time.  The boys felt entirely used by the time the
"lesson" was over.

   Mrs.  Stemmerich told the girls to put their supplies away.  She felt
some very real guilt for what she was about to do, but she knew she would
never be able to live with herself if she didn't do her students one last
favor.  She had the boys' robes in her hand, but she wasn't giving them
back yet.  All the girls had been treated to a marvelous show, but none of
them would have been treated to a real good look at each hard on.  "Boys?
If you would line up here, I want all to make sure you know how much we
appreciate your volunteering.  Girls, I want you all to say thank you."

   The girls were more than a little distracted.  There were four, count em
four, hot, hard dicks lined up for them.  All those young, dreamy eyes
moved across that display.  "Thank you, boys," some of them managed to say.

   "You can do better than that," Mrs.  Stemmerich said sternly.

   The girls all laughed happily.  With enthusiasm the class of fourteen
erection indoctrinated girls gushed, "Thank you, boys!"

   The blushing baseball players were all just happy that crazy Miss Bridle
didn't make them say anything in return.  They all did notice how
maddeningly slowly Mrs.  Stemmerich gave back their clothes.  "Do I have
all four robes here?  Let's see.  One, two, three, yep they're all here. 
Which one of you was wearing which one?  I don't suppose you can tell them
apart.  Oh, here, Brian.  Here, Chris.  Here, Philip.  And here's yours,
Ted."

   The boys got covered fast, but they noticed that the girls were all
still fascinated by the evident erections beneath the robes.  At least it
was over.  Except that it wasn't.  Miss Bridle led them back through the
halls, dressed only in their robes.  It was during class room hours, so at
least they weren't having to make their way through a mass of students. 
They would have been safe from any farther embarrassment if they hadn't run
into Mrs.  Baker, the school secretary.  She was always happy to see this
kind of thing since she had already gotten to see two baseball players and
two of the weightlifters in the buff.  She slowed down as her eyes ran over
the boys.  By then the erections had subsided nearly completely, but they
still had her attention.  With a smile she joked, "You know, I don't think
the school dress code allows that."

   Miss Bridle stopped and she motioned for the boys to stop too.  "Are you
having a good day, Mrs.  Baker?"

   "I really think so.  Why are these boys dressed like this?  What are
they hiding under there?"

   "Nothing," Miss Bridle said.  "Literally.  They were modeling for Mrs.
Stemmerich's art class."

   "Oh!  So they're naked under there?"

   Miss Bridle grinned.  "They were really some troopers.  They did their
part without complaint."

   Mrs.  Baker was usually a quiet kind of woman, but she became very bold
in that moment.  "Could I have a quick peek?"

   The boys flushed again.  She wasn't even asking them.  She was asking
Miss Bridle, like it was her decision.  Which it was.  Miss Bridle
sometimes lost track of her own point of view.  She couldn't help it.  She
just loved the boys' bodies so much.  "Real quick, boys."

   "What?" "Come on, Miss Bridle!" "What for?" "We're in the hallway!"

   "Oh, no one's around.  After all those girls saw you nude, how can you
complain about sweet Mrs.  Baker?  Boys?  Go on, make it quick."

   She didn't even say it like a demand.  She said it like she was coaxing
them into behaving.  They knew that if Miss Hartick heard about it and
decided that they had defied the rules that they would pay a much bigger
price than just flashing Mrs.  Baker.  So they reluctantly undid their
robes.  All of them except Brian.  Miss Bridle was opening his robe for
him. She spread it open, giving a great full body flash to the wide eyed
secretary.  Mrs.  Baker was blushing almost as much as the boys were now
that she could see all four of them penis bare.  She was smiling though,
and they were grimacing.  What's more, after their erection trouble before,
they were primed for fast lift offs.  Mrs.  Baker gave the kind of giggle
the boys hated to hear as their penises rose up obediently.

   At that moment, a lucky girl rounded the corner.  Rita had once walked
into Miss Hartick's room during a special interview, so she had seen the
forced nudity before.  She didn't expect to just run into it in the
hallways though.  "Oh my god!" Then she was all smiles.  She burst out
laughing.

   Ted said, "Can we cover up now?"

   Mrs.  Bridle nodded.  Rita couldn't help teasing just a bit.  "Hey,
Philip, this is the second time I've seen you like this." As she walked
away she said, "I love Prellis High."