Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Miss Devasquez had become talented at manipulating other people. She was the one who had managed to convince Miss Hartick that they had to allow Shelly and her guests to touch the naked boys if they wanted. Ever since then, Miss Devasquez had gotten better and better at convincing Miss Hartick to do what "needed to be done." Not only Miss Hartick. For the upcoming game interview, Miss Devasquez needed both Miss Hartick and Miss Bridle out of the way. She couldn't risk a camera in the room with either of those crazy women present. If she got caught, then the whole show would end. Fortunately, it wasn't that hard. In casual conversation she figured out exactly when to set the pre game interview so that she and Mindy could be there with Shelly and a few other girls, all free of any real moral supervision. So they would get four more boys on their blackmail list. Greta would have to be there. It was her cameras they were setting up. Hidden in the room were cameras set to capture the boy's pictures. They even knew right where to stand the boys for the best possible photos. Granted, they couldn't get the real great shots that they could by just blatantly photographing the naked studs, but it would do for now. Miss Hartick and Miss Bridle weren't the only problems. Miss Devasquez needed to have Mark blackmailed. He was the one Shelly interviewed the first time Miss Devasquez had gone to the locker room. Ever since she watched that blushing hunk forced to strip off and then grow a wonderful hard on for her, Miss Devasquez had fantasized about him. He wasn't the only one, of course, but he was probably her favorite. They also wanted Steve there since he was Shelly's ex-boyfriend. Kent was a good pick since he had the single biggest penis of all the athletes they had enjoyed. The problem was Shelly though. Shelly wanted to bring Reggie into the interview. Miss Devasquez and Mindy had to really convince her that wasn't the best idea. They had pictures of him already. Reggie was already blackmailed! He had been at the car wash, forced to bare his body for a group of lusty suburban women while he washed their cars. He would do whatever they said already. Shelly wasn't just boy crazy though. She really loved the sports. Reggie was on a hitting streak, and Shelly thought it was important to interview him for the school paper. So Miss Devasquez had to put her talents to work convincing their reporter that she had to be more of a pervert than a sports fan. It was because of the photos. They needed every opportunity to get more gorgeous young guys under their influence. Eventually Shelly gave in, so they decided to include David instead. It was all set. They had the place and the time. They had the cameras ready. Soon they would have four boys to strip and embarrass. After that, they would have the blackmail material for more fun! The walk to Miss Hartick's office was hard for the boys. They knew what was coming. In a small setting they would be forced to peel off their clothes for some giggling girls. They would be felt up. There was no telling what this would turn into. They considered just not going to the interview. It felt good to talk about it like they had a choice. They all knew that things would only be worse if they didn't. Besides, refusing Shelly's interviews might get them kicked off the baseball team, the greatest baseball team Prellis High had had in years. None of them were going to do that. So the girls were treated to the anticipation of it when four boys walked into Miss Hartick's office together. Mark said, "Wait, where is Miss Hartick?" "Oh, she's busy," Miss Devasquez said with a smile. "I'll be overseeing the interview today." "Oh no." "Oh man." "Not really." Miss Devasquez only smiled at that. The boys knew what she was like. She knew that she would feel the guilt after her fun, but for now she was going to enjoy this. "All right, boys, could you come over here?" She, Mindy and Shelly guided the boys where they needed them. Greta had her hidden cameras ready, so they needed the boys at particular spots. To make sure they boys would stay put, Miss Devasquez and Mindy had devised a game. "Here's how it will work today. I want each of you boys to stand right where you are. Get ready for the interview. You know what I mean by that. Get your clothes off so that Shelly can be as comfortable as she is in the locker room. You can leave your underwear on though." The boys all groaned or shuddered. They stalled for a moment, but then the clothes were coming off. The girls in the room all sighed or squealed as the boys' bodies were revealed. Four hot, underwear clad baseball studs were standing there with looks of disgust. Miss Devasquez explained the rules. "We have one girl here for each of you. Girls?" The girls took their places sitting next to their favorite boy. Greta was there of course. So was Jean, Shelly's best friend. Izza was there. She was a good friend of Skunk, another rebel kind of girl. Since Shelly found Skunk's loyalty so useful, she was going to expand that. Besides that, girls who were in that crowd didn't have baseball boyfriends, so there was no jealousy. The last girl was Penelope. She was a popular kind of girl, but she wasn't the pretty cheerleader type at all. In fact, she wasn't likely at all to ever have a boyfriend like one of these sexy specimens, so she was very excited to see them like this. Each boy had a smiling girl next to him. Miss Devasquez said, "Now you'll have that underwear on unless Shelly asks you a question. The moment she points to a boy, his girl will pull down that underwear so that we can see what he's got. Once the question and answer is over, the underwear goes back on until his next question. Understand? The boys rolled their eyes and groaned. No matter how many times they did this, there was always something new to embarrass them. Miss Devasquez wasn't done yet. "Now, if any of you boys manage to get hard, then your underwear stays down. That's only if he's fully hard," she clarified to the girls. "But if he stays erect, then not only can you leave him out there, you can go ahead and have a handful of his penis if Shelly's asking him a question. Understand?" The girls all nodded and agreed happily. The boys were already blushing at their impending immodesty. Shelly, Mindy and Miss Devasquez were all feeling that slow heat of lust. They had all seen all of these hot guys bare naked before. They knew they were in for a treat. Shelly looked at her notes carefully as though she really needed the direction. Then she chose Mark, Miss Devasquez's favorite boy for the first question. The moment she pointed at him, Izza dropped his tighty whities. "Awp!" He threw his hands over his dick. He knew it was coming, but he still couldn't stop his reflexive reaction. Like she was the one insulted, Shelly told him, "Mark, you can't do that. Be a good sport." He gave her the evil eye, but he dropped his hands so that the girls could ooh and aah over his bare cock. Shelly asked him something about his fielding. He had to hear the question twice before he could make sense of it. He managed to say, "That's right." Before Izza could get him covered again though, Miss Devasquez told him, like she was disappointed, "Now, Mark, that won't do. I understand that you're not entirely comfortable with this, but you should understand by now that we only make you do this to prove that the girls can be taken seriously. Now give a real answer." Mark threw her a wicked look too. Then he looked down at his own naked cock. He could feel the embarrassment moving to his goods. He had to say something real and say it fast so that he could hide his shame before he started rising up. "Okay, okay. Uh, I expect a lot of action in the outfield in tomorrow's game. Is that good enough?" Izza looked at Miss Devasquez with hopeful eyes, but Miss Devasquez gave Mark the reprieve he wanted. She nodded, so Izza sadly put that penis out of sight. Mark breathed a sigh of relief. He tried to get his willpower going so that he might avoid his embarrassed feelings and hopefully the erection that he was afraid of. Shelly pointed to David. He colored wonderfully. Jean yanked his underwear down and breathed out a happy, "Oh, yes!" She chose him because of these four boys, he was the only one she hadn't seen naked. Until now. Now she had his bare penis right there close up. Shelly had a big smile. Not only from the exposure, but also from the silly, straight posture that David shot into once his dick was out there for them all to see. "Uh, David, Camford doesn't have our team's win record of course, but they're pretty impressive this year. What do you think our team's real chances are of winning?" David's eyes got huge. He felt it right away. "I, uh, I can't really," he cursed softly. Miss Devasquez told him to watch his language, but he could hardly hear her. All he was aware of at that moment was his naked penis screaming at him about the indignity. All that embarrassment centered there and he knew he was going to go stiff before he could say anything intelligent. "What was the question?" Shelly managed to maintain professional calm as she stared at his growing penis. "What are our team's real chances of winning against Camford?" "I, uh, I don't know. Pretty good, I guess. Oh man. I, uh, we can only play the game and see." He hadn't stopped it. That fast he had risen up to near total hardness. It was kind of a judgment call though. Was he really there? Jean glanced over at Miss Devasquez. Miss Devasquez had an intense look of concentration. She could sympathize with an umpire who had to make an impossible decision. "Not quite, Jean. Go ahead and put his penis away." Jean smirked at her misfortune, but she did as she was told. David breathed out a wavering sigh of relief. It was some other guy's turn in the hot seat. It was Steve's turn. He blushed furiously when Shelly pointed at him. She had that horrible, evil half smile of hers. Greta slid his underwear down, showing the girls his nice, nice rod. All the boys had great packages, but Steve's was the biggest that had bared here so far. Shelly took a second or two to get her mind working. Steve actually said, "Well? Ask your question!" Shelly grinned. The bad thing was that Steve was angry enough to answer fast and easy. All the same, the beginning of a real erection was evident. He didn't make it halfway, so he got to have his goodies put back by Greta. Last was Kent. Shelly saved him for last because he was the one she knew had a bigger cock than Steve. He was, in fact, the most well endowed of all the athletes she had ever interviewed. Right when his penis was out there, the girls all giggled. Penelope most all. She couldn't believe she had really just exposed hot stuff Kent to a room full of girls. And she had the best view! Izza joked, "I think I picked the wrong one!" "No way," Jean said. "Kent's hung, but Mark's got it going on too." Izza grinned at her boy. Mark wished he hadn't made eye contact. Izza said, "Yeah. Yeah, he does." "Can we get on with it?" Kent said. He got his question, gave his answer, and was happy to have his penis put away. He had to listen to the happy, heavy breathing of Penelope even when he was back in the holster though, so he couldn't be comfortable. "David?" Shelly said, as she pointed to him. "Me again? Wait! Give me a moment, can't you?" That wasn't happening. His face tightened up in a funny way as Jean reintroduced his penis to the girls. He hadn't declined all the way. He was pointing straight out. Right away he started rising up to Shelly's tune. She drug her question out to give more time to that obedient penis. David wished and hoped that he could stop in time like he did before. He couldn't. This time he got all the way stiff for the happy girls. Jean even got a quick grope of his goods before Shelly moved on. David was standing there stiff, his underwear around his thighs. Shelly wanted all the boys like that. Which one needed the next question? This was a great game. She slid the next name out tantalizingly. "SSSSteeeve?" "Come on, Shelly! Oh!" Just like that his nice, big dick was out again. Greta had a wide eyed, goofy stare behind her glasses. "I love you, Steve." He would have loved to speak his mind, but it wasn't a good idea. "Yeah, thanks. Oh no." He could feel himself rising up already. He hated it that the attention from a girl like Greta could do that. She wasn't ugly or anything, but she sure wasn't pretty either. Shelly had to bark his name out to get his attention. She had already asked a question, and he had missed it. That much more time was spent dueling with his own urges. He was desperate to keep his dick down. He knew he couldn't, but he tried so hard. Like David did though, he got completely hard. He did manage to keep that from reaching its height in time. Greta didn't get to touch him. All the same, his boner was going to stay strong while the girls enjoyed the show. "Mark?" Just the sound of his name conjured more exposure. Shelly hadn't even pointed to him yet, but Izza had his cock out. She purred with excitement. "Mmmm!" Mark tried to stay stern, but his voice broke when he tried to answer Shelly's question. He was halfway hard. He had made it though. Or so he thought. Shelly said, "A quick follow up question, you know that some of Camford's players are great at stealing bases." "What?" His eyes got big. What was he supposed to say? He could hardly hear himself talk as he stuttered out something about keeping an eye on the infield. As he did that though, he reached his peak. "No, no, no!" Like Steve, he had managed to keep it under enough control that Izza missed her chance to put a hand to him. All the same, he was a third rock hard penis that just wasn't going to lower. Standing there bare for some girl he wouldn't ordinarily even talk to kept him on the edge of embarrassment, and that embarrassment wouldn't let his erection subside at all. He was really dreading the next question. Shelly turned her devious eyes to Kent. She hadn't said his name or even pointed to him yet. She wanted the anticipation to kill him before she got there. She walked back across the penis line up. When she was right in front of him, she finally said, "Kent." Penelope took delight in slipping his underwear back down. It was clear that he was responding already. He wasn't very far along yet, but he wasn't completely soft either. He managed to keep an even voice and steady eyes the whole time Shelly asked him two whole questions. Before he could answer the second one, Penelope whined, "Come on, already! Get hard!" All the girls and women burst out laughing. Kent was doing well. He was more than halfway there, but he was going to get covered again. Penelope was blushing almost as much as he was. She was so annoyed that she had to put his underwear back on. Shelly turned her attention back to the stiffy line up. "Are you three all still stiff? Good! Okay then, let's see..." She rubbed her chin thoughtfully as she made her decision. "Jean, get ready to enjoy. David, can you tell us about that slight ankle injury?" David shot back into his intense, upright stance when he felt Jean's hand wander up his shaft. She toyed with him happily, giggling with enthusiasm while he answered. "It, it wasn't even really an injury! It was nothing! Coach was just concerned about it that day! Really, I'm cleared to play! Can you move on now?" Shelly nodded. Jean had to stop, but as a last trick, she pushed that erection down so that she could watch it bounce back into place. David's funny little sound of humiliation thrilled her. "Mark?" Shelly said. He gave a morose look as Izza started playing with his penis. It didn't last long, but it didn't have to to make her smile and make him blush like a stop light. "Steve?" Right away, Greta was enjoying his charms. She was fascinated by his erection. She had seen plenty of the boys naked and stiff. She had even been there to fondle the entire weightlifting team one day. But not sexy Steve. Not until now. She was so happy she had taken up photography. It let her really enjoy the landscape of the Prellis athletes whether they liked it or not. They didn't like it, but she didn't mind that at all. Taking what she wanted from these studs, baring their bodies and sometimes getting to touch them up, it was great. And now Steve was one of her favorites. "Looks like we're back to you, Kent," Shelly said. He gave her a look like he was confident. He couldn't be entirely confident with some girl slipping his modesty loose, but it looked like he thought he could at least keep from pointing up. Shelly sounded perfectly innocent as she asked, "Kent, if you had to characterize the spirit of both our team and Camford's team, as they compare to each other, what would you say?" "Wh-what? I'm not sure, I'm not sure I understand." His eyes were huge. She was going to have to repeat that slowly, probably twice. And then he was going to have to fumble out some half assed poetry to answer her. Could he hold out that long? He would have been intent on hating Shelly for that, but he was too focused on his own increasing embarrassment. He could already hear Penelope's hard breathing in response to his inclining stick. Bit by bit, his magnificent royal rod reached a full erection. He was there, stiff and hard and tall for all the girls to enjoy. He could hear them whispering to each other about him. He heard Jean say, "I've seen his dick before, but never hard!" Then he felt Penelope's fingers wrap around his tool. Ironically her breathing had slowed once she had him in her grasp. As she ran her hand up and down slowly, Kent managed to get through the ordeal. There would be no return to his underwear now though. That thing was going to keep its perfect posture while he stood there helplessly. Every boy got one more question. That meant that each girl got to grope some dick one more time before the interview was over. The blushing quartet looked ready to faint by the time that was done. Unfortunately for them, it wasn't over. There was the game interview tradition to be dealt with. Miss Devasquez's voice glided like a wave of lust through the room. "Wait a second, boys. You can't put those stiffies away yet. When we do a game day interview, we always finish it with an autograph session." The boys were mortified. "Miss Devasquez, is this necessary?" They knew what she meant. There had been other boys in the locker room wishing they didn't have the mark of shame on them. "Haven't we done enough?" "Do something else! Make us do naked push ups or something!" "Oooh, that's a good idea!" Mindy said. "Do some push ups. You're still going to get autographed though." There was a brief and pointless debate the boys inevitably lost. They had to get in position and do some naked push ups for their audience while they waited for the marker. Mindy happily counted off twenty push ups while the girls hooted and cheered. Then Miss Devasquez handed the marker over. "Izza? You can go first." She took it, but for the first time she showed real nervousness. "Wh- what am I doing?" "We always leave the boys with a memento after a pregame interview." Mindy squealed out the words, "You have to write your name on his butt!" Izza was stunned. Shelly and Skunk had told her that she would get to see and touch some naked baseball hunk, but she wasn't expecting this. "Are you serious?" Miss Devasquez answered that by telling Mark, "Turn around." Izza let out a squeaky laugh. "Oh my god!" Then she realized what she was seeing. "Oh, he's got a great ass!" There was no reason to wait. She got down and put one hand on his butt while one hand signed her name to the other cheek. She was so enraptured that Shelly had to take the marker from her. "Your turn, Jean." Jean took the marker and nudged David into turning around. She got to put her name on David's butt. She did it with pride. This "tradition" had been her idea in the first place. She was so pleased that they kept it up. She was certainly pleased at the sight of her signature on David's fine ass. The other two boys turned around like David and Mark. They realized that it was embarrassing to give up their rear ends like that, but at least they could put their dicks out of sight for a little bit. Greta put her name on Steve. Then Penelope got the chance to sign Kent. She was the last one right then, and she was a bit bolder than the others since she reached around to take another grab of cock. When that was over the fuming boys had to turn back around, wishing they didn't have to see all the greedy eyes leering at their hard ons. David was the only one who had been signed before. He said, "Are we done then?" "Wait," Shelly said. "What about me, Miss Devasquez and Mindy?" Mindy said, "And Mrs. Baker? Don't you always let her sign a boy?" The boys were horrified. Miss Devasquez felt that familiar twist of guilt, but it didn't stop her. "All right, boys, one of you has to volunteer to go to the front office so that Mrs. Baker can sign him. The others," she chuckled, "the others get to stay here with us, waiting." The boys all went white. What a choice! Stay here with these perverts, undoubtedly being fondled by them all or head out to the front office where anyone might be there to see. Kent said, "I'll do it." "How nice," Miss Devasquez said. "Wait!" he said, "I'll do it if you promise that when I get back I won't be grabbed by all of you." Miss Devasquez grimaced. "Well, I don't usually like to barter with you boys. You really should be comfortable with this by now. But I suppose it's not entirely unfair. Okay, Kent. I promise that when you get back you won't be touched by any of us." Mark panicked. "But the rest of us?" Miss Devasquez eyed his fabulous piece. "Line up, and we'll all take turns giving you a farewell fondle." "NO!" "Oh yes. Shelly, would you take Kent to the front office?" "Sure thing, Miss Devasquez." She led him by the arm. She thought about groping that big dick of his, but a deal was a deal. She had never felt Kent's penis, even after all this time. She figured that she'd get her chance sooner or later though. She felt a strange thrill from denying herself for a moment, knowing that she could satisfy her desire to handle that rod later. She was thrilled by Kent's little shiver. She could feel that through his arm as he stepped out of the office. It joined the front offices directly, so he wasn't in the hallway or anything. Shelly was hoping someone would be right there. It had happened before. Kent was spared until they got to the front office though. Only Mrs. Baker was present there. "Oh my!" she gasped. "Oh my, oh my! He's, he's quite well equipped, isn't he?" Kent blushed anew. Everyone liked Mrs. Baker. He imagined that even after this he still wouldn't really be upset with her. She was just that nice. That was later though. Right then, at that moment, his hard on moving to her, he felt a swarming embarrassment. She couldn't take her eyes off of his penis. "Am I supposed to put my name on him like the other boys?" Shelly said, "That's what we're here for. It's just our way of showing our appreciation, Mrs. Baker." Kent tried to say something, but he couldn't. He just got close and turned in place, offering up his butt for the marker. Mrs. Baker gave him a pinch, then she carefully put her name on the opposite side that Penelope did. "Oh! Penelope got to write her name there. That's nice. She's a nice girl." Shelly said, "Kent, thank Mrs. Baker, will you?" "Thank her? Oh for crying out loud, thank you for, for, for, oh no!" He threw his hands over his cock, but it was hard to really cover up in his condition. Mrs. Roy had walked in. She was another quiet, older woman. Quieter than normal at that moment. Her eyes were huge at the sight of the butt naked baseball player in front of her. Shelly had to urge him on, "Go ahead and give her a look." "NO!" Mrs. Roy managed to put aside her inhibitions and say, "Oh, please!" Kent colored up yet again. He hated having to put his penis on display to woman after woman. He knew that refusal could have consequences though. All he had to do was think of Miss Hartick and her temper. "Oh, fine!" He threw his hands aside. Mrs. Roy looked like she was having trouble keeping her balance. She said, "I think Miss Hartick is a genius, don't you, Mona?" Mrs. Baker agreed, "Oh, I do. You're a lucky girl, Shelly. I'm done though. Bye, Kent! I hope to see you again some time." "Bye," he muttered. By the time they had gotten back to Miss Hartick's office every girl along with Miss Devasquez and Mindy had the chance to go down that line of three hard ons for some quick hands on fun. Twice! "Well, it looks like that's over," Miss Devasquez said, letting go of Steve's penis. "I guess it's time to give the last names." She took the marker. "I think I'll sign Mark." Mark groaned as he turned, but Miss Devasquez stopped him. "Not that side! I'm going to sign your dick!" He was horrified as she wrote her name on his stiff standing masterpiece. Mindy giggled and ran her hand up Steve's big dick one last time before she signed him. That left Shelly to put her name on David while he blushed and fumed. At last the interview was over. The boys put their clothes on fast. They were quick to get away even though the bulges in their pants were still obvious. Izza, Penelope and Jean all thanked Miss Devasquez. When they were gone, that left only the conspirators to collect the cameras. "I can't wait to see these!" "I can't wait to let the boys know what we've got!" Miss Devasquez said, "My favorite niece is having a birthday soon. Now I have some entertainment for the party!"