If you've been enjoying this story and it's multiple genre's, check out my short stories (https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/anthology/). This series includes stories about alternate universes & falling in love; public humiliation & exhibition punishments; mind control & sexual manipulation; invisibility & nudity; teleportation, empathy & unlikely romance; and, a hyperbolic scheme thwarted by a seductive spy.
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Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist Chapter Twenty-Four: Accidents and Emergencies
MONDAY 07TH MARCH 2022
"How was pyjama day, Noah?" asked Mr Cooke on Monday morning.
The smirk on his face told Noah that he already knew. Jonah, Mr Cooke's son, attended Barons Edge Comprehensive and would have told the man all about Noah's incremental loss of clothes, pantsing and public arousal. So, instead of answering, Noah replied with a cheap shot.
"I'm surprised to see you so early, sir. I've not even had the chance to undress yet," Noah replied cheekily.
Mr Cooke smiled tightly and resisted the urge to look around to see if the comment had been overheard. He presumed Noah's discretion and replied ambiguously.
"Classes don't start for another twenty minutes, Noah. Take your time," Mr Cooke said.
If Noah didn't hurry, he'd miss the daily reminder about the upcoming school photo. The man turned to leave and saw that Noah and he were indeed alone.
"Besides," he added; "I have cameras watching anyway."
Noah didn't know if he was joking or not. Mr Cooke was a tricky man to assess sometimes. He was clearly a dirty man who liked teenage boys and yet he had enough restraint, or perhaps common sense, to contain it. Or a disturbing amount of savvy that allowed him to evade notice. Noah's overt expression of sexuality and nudity had made it easier for the teacher to engage with him but that didn't change the fact that the man was skewedly cautious.
Wait... was that a good thing?
Noah didn't like to consider the possibility that the man was seducing vulnerable boys. Noah, Morys, even his son Jonah all seemed perfectly aware of the attention of the older man. Noah hoped the man didn't excerpt his influence where it wasn't wanted.
"Do you want to watch the live show?" Noah flirted.
Mr Cooke had stepped around Noah, moving so that he could check the room was empty before responding openly.
"I'd love to but I'm a respectable Deputy Head Teacher," Mr Cooke said.
Noah had started to undress as he thought about how to reply. Removing his blazer and then his shirt and tie so his skinny teenage torso was in sight to tease the man.
"Respectable?" Noah snorted doubtfully.
"Don't be cheeky," the teacher admonished playfully.
"This is fun. It's been a while since we flirted," Noah said.
Mr Cooke went quiet and seemed to ponder this comment.
"What?" Noah asked as he pushed down his trousers and sat in just his undies in front of the man.
"I envy you in a way. I have to be very careful what I say and how I look at people," Mr Cooke said jealously. "You can just whip your cock out a flirt whenever you want."
"I know... good isn't," Noah replied mischievously.
Noah lifted his penis out of his pants and then slid his briefs off his ass. Mr Cooke enjoyed the view but restrained himself from further comment. The hairless boy was just perfect. The school uniform strewn around the floor and the bench of the changing room made Mr Cooke horny. The only thing that could have made it better was a room full of naked boys to look at.
Mr Cooke hadn't seen Noah naked since before he had shaved and the man had to admit, the teen had done a remarkable job. He was absolutely flawless. The teacher looked over his shoulder to ensure the room was still empty and then stepped towards the naked schoolboy.
Noah had slipped off his shoes and socks and pulled his bare feet from the trapping of his trousers and underwear. Mr Cooke examined every centimetre of exposed skin – gazing openly in a way that he couldn't when the corridors or classrooms were full and the risk of getting caught was too high.
The man stepped even closer until Noah was face to groin with the teacher. Mr Cooke reached forward and put his big hand behind Noah's head, pulling the boy's face into his groin. Mr Cooke mashed Noah's face into the front of his trousers – Noah couldn't smell sexy man musk, rather he smelled clean and fresh fabric conditioner that made the clothing soft. However the contents of the trousers was anything but soft – Noah could feel the big manly member against his face. Noah used his mouth to gnaw impotently on the hardness inside. It was possibly the biggest cock Noah had ever had the fortune to touch.
Then, as quickly as it had started, Mr Cooke stepped away.
"Are you going to walk around with my saliva on your trousers all day?" Noah asked.
"Are you going to walk around thinking about my eight-and-a-half-inch cock all day?" Mr Cooke retorted.
Noah opened his legs wide for Mr Cooke to look at the seven-inch teenage erection between his silky thighs.
"Does this answer your question?" Noah replied.
A few hours later and Noah was eating an apple at the morning break between classes. The school year was passing rapidly and Noah was starting to think about how much he was going to miss attending school naked.
He had fumed when Daniel had first orchestrated it but the freedom to practice his nudity had been incredible. Nothing had turned out the way he thought it would. Noah had thought Drama Club would be weekly humiliations but as Mr Cooke had just pointed out, the man needed to be careful. Noah had thought he'd have daily boners or boys would try to take sneaky pictures of him. Noah hadn't expected to be respected and accepted.
Noah sat casually in the Sixth Form common room, his genitals fully exposed and no-one batted an eye. Well, of course boys still looked and giggled a bit but there was no malice.
"What are you smiling at?" asked Toby.
Noah was about to reply – instinctively assuming he was the centre of attention but the question had been directed at Matty who was grinning like the Cheshire cat.
"He's texting Kevin," Samir said knowingly.
"How do you know?" Mateo replied, covering the screen of his phone from view.
"Because you have a hopeless crush on Kevin and he always makes you smile like that," Samir responded.
"We choose to find it endearing," Noah assured him.
<<Yea, it's not at all pathetic.>>
Herman's remark was predictably critical and Ronan was better at ignoring it that he had been a year ago. Ronan himself didn't speak up but he nodded to enthusiastically agree with Noah's comment.
"My crush is not hopeless. In fact, I think I'm wearing him down," Matty said confidently.
"You wear all of us down," Toby said exhaustedly.
Matty offered a withering look in response.
"Is Kevin gay?" Noah asked. "Is he even in the LGBTQ family?"
"I don't know," Matty confessed. "I've been too scared to actually ask him. We talk a lot..."
"You talk a lot," Samir emphasised the word "you."
"Yes. I talk a lot and Kevin listens. But he's not... he hasn't... he's not very loquacious," Matty offered.
"I think they make a cream for that," Noah jested.
Mateo laughed and the others joined in but Noah could tell Matty was serious about Kevin. It wasn't just a crush and the fact that Matty hadn't found the words to just ask Kevin out or even ask his sexuality said a lot.
"Maybe you should just ask him?" Noah said earnestly.
"Can't. Too scared," Mateo replied.
<<Fortune goodnight: smile once more, turn thy wheel.>>
Rather than controlling his own good fortune by asking Kevin, Mateo was waiting for the wheel of fortune to turn itself – Ronan worried Mateo would be waiting a long time. Ronan wanted to take Herman's insight and paraphrase it into something helpful but he was having trouble concentrating so didn't bother.
"He already knows you have a crush on him. Remember he said so on Pyjama Day?" Noah pointed out.
"I know he knows but I don't know what he thinks of me," Mateo replied. "What if I ask him and he..."
"What's the worst that could happen?" asked Ronan softly when Matty didn't continue.
Matty was quiet for a long and serious moment before replying.
"He could say no," Mateo said miserably.
FRIDAY 11TH MARCH 2022
No sooner than the week had started, it was over.
After school on Friday, the boys made plans for the weekend and then parted ways. Some days they walked together for a while or went to someone's house but they all had plans; ranging from computer games to meeting boyfriends to meeting boys who are friends. Noah had an EMARP to get to.
It felt strange as he walked up the road towards the RAW Studio where the Explicit Mass Attendance Role Play happened; it was strange because Noah didn't usually go straight after school. He was in his school uniform (which in itself was a novelty) as he walked into the building which had a formerly been a school.
Noah felt positively indecent in his uniform – the school uniform being such a trope of pornographic fantasies. But his uniform was real and lent something tawdry to the proceedings. Noah passed several men as he waited for Mr Godetia and the men who looked at him enjoyed the image of the innocent schoolboy. Noah wondered how many of them knew he was only seventeen. Sixteen was fair game for sex in England but filming it was a different matter. Noah had been told his online bio said he was eighteen but did the man checking him out in his school uniform really believe that? Mr Godetia had even implied that his bio would say he was eighteen for three or four years so clearly no-one was checking up.
Within a minute of arriving, Noah was met as usual by Mr Godetia.
"Good afternoon Noah," Mason said brightly.
"What dirty plans have you got for me today?" Noah asked.
Mason smirked but turned to lead the way to Noah's changing room before replying.
"Are you dirty, Noah?" Mason asked.
"I had time to shower before coming but thought you might like me unwashed," Noah replied.
Not that Noah had ever been sure Mr Godetia liked him at all. Which is to say, Noah didn't know what Mason's sexual preference was. Mason had been able to tell Noah was attractive and desirable but he always kept a respectable distance from his actors.
"Well, it will fit with the scenario," Mason agreed.
Noah hadn't been able to see the set and didn't ask about the scenarios ahead of time. He liked to be surprised and felt his responses were more genuine when he reacted to the occurrences spontaneously.
"What is the scenario?" Noah asked for a spoiler-free preview.
Mason opened the changing room door and Noah saw a football kit waiting for him. The socks would reach his knees, the shorts were black and the striped top had a logo for PUSHMORE ACADEMY on it.
"The hospital is still open," Mason said enigmatically. "When you're ready, you can meet Fane."
After getting changed without interference, Noah opened the door to find a very handsome young man on the other side. Noah had actually seen Fane Trufea once before. In Noah's last A&E scenario, his humiliation had been witnessed by ten young men passing the room – they had been wearing football kits and smirks as they caught Noah naked, filmed and aroused.
Noah had assumed they were just spectators but Fane at the very least was a fellow actor – how many of the other ten had also been actors?
"Hello Noah," Fane said.
Fane had a brownish skin pigmentation and brown eyes that were so beautiful, Noah was enchanted by them. Fane's hair was jet black and his accent was faint but discernible. Going by the name and the accent, Noah guessed he was Romanian. Well, actually Noah assumed Fane was British but he could be either or both.
"Hi. It's good to meet you," Noah replied.
Fane had been waiting just outside Noah's changing room door and they were both wearing a football strip. Fane was a young man but he had a face and complexion, build and height that made it hard to tell exactly how old he was. Anywhere from eighteen to mid-twenties was Noah's guess. Since the football tops had PUSHMORE ACADEMY on them, Noah guessed their characters were eighteen.
"We didn't get the chance to introduce last time. We were both in separate scenarios at the time," Fane said.
"What was your scenario?" Noah asked.
"Minor injury, medical examination, then an orgy," Fane said casually.
"Sounds good," Noah admitted.
"You like orgies, Noah?" Fane asked with a twinkle in his eye.
"Probably," Noah admitted.
His only real orgy experience had involved his own dad and brother and Jamie – it still counted but Noah didn't want to say too much about it.
"Good to know," Fane replied.
The way the lad said it made Noah wonder if he'd just agreed to something without realising it.
Fane led Noah to the nearest door leading into the main exhibition area. He opened it for Noah and gentlemanly gestured for Noah to enter first. The A&E was set up as before – a reception with rows of seats set up in front of it, curtained cubicles to the left and right of the reception that were in full view of the waiting area and a corridor on the right that led down towards proper examination rooms.
Fane put his arm around Noah's shoulder, a gesture that Noah found exciting and charming, and Noah realised the lad was taller and leaner than him. Fane used his nice arms to guide Noah to the reception and only then did he realise that he didn't know what was supposed to be wrong with him.
"My friend hurt himself playing football," Fane said with concern.
The receptionist behind the desk offered Noah a once-over glance, looked incredibly unimpressed and sighed as if it were a personal inconvenience that sick people were coming into the hospital.
"Name?" the young man asked.
"His name is Noah Flood," Fane said on Noah's behalf. "I really worried he might have hurt himself."
"He's perfect. He's just perfect, can we follow your journey through A&E?" said a very enthusiastic Dale who bustled over towards them.
Noah was unable to put Dale's non sequitur together with his phantom injury but he was sure all would become clear. Noah smiled anyway – it was always nice to see a familiar face. Dale was one of the first actors Noah had worked with in EMARP. Dale was accompanied by a cameraman and Noah recognised that the young man was inhabiting a character he'd played before.
"I'm with Pushmore Local News. We're making a documentary about people accessing emergency services and you would be a wonderful case study," Dale said.
Noah had a feeling his televised journey through A&E was going to be very embarrassing.
"Ummm..." Noah replied.
"Oh go on Noah. It might bring attention to you," Fane encouraged with a smirk. "I mean, it might bring attention to the football team."
"Sign here. It just says you consent to be filmed blah blah blah," Dale said. "We should even be able to get you bumped up the queue so you don't need to wait."
Noah's brow wrinkled at this – that was not hot hospital tirage worked. Noah looked to see there was a dozen spectators in attendance – sitting in the waiting area as witnesses to whatever was about to befall him. Noah signed the PLNews consent form and was escorted to a curtained cubicle to the right of the reception and waiting area.
"Hello, Noah is it? I'm Doctor Tarik Morningstar," said a young man in scrubs.
Tarik was a gorgeous, brown-skinned young man in his mid-twenties. Noah had met him in his last scenario but aside from kicking Noah out naked into the waiting area, he they hadn't interacted much. Their meeting today was performed as if they had never met before.
"Yes. My name is Noah," he replied.
"Great," Tarik said.
The Doctor pulled the curtain around them, containing himself, Noah, Fane, Dale and the cameraman within the cubicle that was a bit tight for space.
"You don't mind your friend watching your examination?" Tark asked.
"Noah doesn't mind. I'm here for moral support," Fane said on Noah's behalf.
"And you don't mind it being filmed?" Doctor Morningstar also checked.
"He signed a contract," Dale insisted.
Noah just nodded and the doctor smiled comfortingly.
"Why don't you tell me what happened, Noah?" Tarik prompted.
"Well..." Noah started to say. "It's hard to say really..."
Really, it was hard to say because Noah had been given no information. Noah made it up as he want along – he was in a football kit and he'd hurt himself somehow.
"I was playing football after school and I hurt myself," Noah said lamely. "I had a big tackle..." Noah said without smirking, "And someone came down heavily on me."
Tarik, Dale, the cameraman and Fane bit back laughter at the double meanings of Noah's remarks.
"I don't see anything obvious but I should examine you. Why don't you slip off your shoes and socks and your t-shirt so I check out your legs and torso," doctor Morningstar suggested – also with double meaning.
Noah sat down to pull off his trainers and the socks that came up to his knees. Exposing his hairless legs and bare feet to the PLNews camera, which focused on the exposed skin. Noah pulled his t-shirt off to reveal his thin body; his chest and abdomen was bereft of any hair and his shorts and underwear rode low enough to tease his hairless pubis too.
"I'll look at your legs first," doctor Morningstar said.
Tarik proceeded to caress and stroke Noah's legs and spread his toes while playing with the teenagers feet. To make it look good, he checked Noah's knees with a reflex hammer.
"Well that all looks ok," said Tarik.
Tarik then examined Noah's ribs, lifting his arms to expose totally hairless armpits.
"Hmm," doctor Morningstar said. "You don't have any hair here, Noah."
"Get a good shot of the smooth armpits," Dale said to his cameraman.
"You should have started puberty by now," Tarik said. "Your legs and chest are hairless too. Do you shave?"
"No," Noah half lied – his legs were always smooth but his armpits usually had a meagre offering.
"Noah, you're about to leave high school and have no armpit hair. Is that embarrassing?" Dale asked for his news documentary.
"Oh... sometimes. I guess..." Noah replied.
"All the other boys in the team have normal body hair. Noah's the only one who hasn't grown pubes yet," Fane ventured the humiliating detail.
"Your legs are completely bald too, Noah. Doctor, is this common in older teenage boys?" Dale asked.
"Different people develop at different speeds. Though it is slightly unusual to have no armpit hair at all," the doctor admitted. "Perhaps you have delayed puberty."
Yet another embarrassing anecdote.
Tarik had timed his comments to coincide with a gentle stroke of the concave area under Noah's arm. Tarik then dropped Noah's arms and examined around Noah's neck.
"I can't find any problems at all. No bruises, no scratches no bulges..." Tarik said with a wink. "Are you sure you hurt yourself."
"Eh... yes?" Noah said. "Maybe my thigh?"
"Groin strain or reducible inguinal hernia are common sporting injuries, I suppose," doctor Morningstar agreed. "Let's take a look. Stan up and take your shorts off."
"Take my shorts off?" Noah repeated nervously.
"Yes, so we can have a good look at your groin," Tarik said mischievously – the royal we encompassing Noah, a doctor, a teammate, a news reporter and a cameraman.
"It's no big deal, Noah. You take your shorts off in the locker room," Fane said comfortingly.
Easy for him to say – he was still fully dressed in his football kit.
"Yes, but there isn't usually someone filming it," Noah pointed out.
"Just ignore us. We're making a serious piece of media about local healthcare," Dale said.
What Dale meant was – he was about to film a seventeen-year-old boy in just his underpants.
Noah stood at the foot of the examination bed and pushed his shorts down. Fane picked them up for him and Noah registered that his other clothes were already gone. Stood in just his small briefs, Noah felt very exposed in the crowded cubicle with the sound of activity just beyond the curtain.
Tarik squatted in front of Noah and started massaging Noah's thighs. He worked from the knees up the hairless inner thigh until his hands found Noah's groin. Doctor Morningstar put on hand on Noah's right buttock and the other groped around the right inguinal line, Noah's balls were in Tarik's hands as the examination took place.
"Does Noah have a hernia, doctor?" Dale asked.
To actually examine Noah for a hernia, he would have to be lying down with his arms at his sides, with careful pressing along the inguinal and femoral lines but this was obviously not a real examination. Noah had been left standing and facing the curtain for a reason.
"It's difficult to tell..." Tark replied but he was interrupted.
"You can't keep u from seeing our friend. We're worried about him," a voice suddenly said.
A second later and the curtain was pulled all the way back and an entire football team of young men stood looking at Noah in his undies being groped by a doctor and filmed by a PLNews camera crew. Noah was not only exposed to the camera and his team but the entire waiting area and it's growing audience of patients who had been quite patient waiting for the action to start.
"Noah, are you ok?"
"We came to check you out."
"We really wanted to see you, Noah."
"You can't all fit in this cubicle," doctor Morningstar said.
"You can't make us leave."
"We have to stay."
"We want to watch to make sure he's alright."
"This is a great community piece. A local hospital treating young sports boys. His whole team turning up out of sympathy and support," Dale said who turned to his cameraman. "Get a view of the team."
The camera panned around the nine lads – Fane was still in the cubicle with Noah – that made up the entire football team of eleven players. The camera also caught the interested gazes from the waiting area.
"I can't examine this poor boy with all you watching," Tarik said.
"Noah doesn't mind, do you?" Fane said leadingly. "After all, he agreed to be filmed and everyone who watches the programme will see him anyway."
"Yes, I don't mind," Noah said.
"Are you sure? Because to examine you for further injuries, it would be helpful for you to take your underpants off," doctor Morningstar said.
"Really?" Noah replied – unsurprised but he feigned surprise.
"I'm afraid so," Tarik said.
"But that would mean I was completely bare," Noah said innocently.
"I know. And in front of all your friends and the Pushmore Local News camera too," the doctor pointed out.
"Noah signed a contract for that," Fane helpfully pointed out.
Not to mention the waiting room audience.
"Ok... I guess..." Noah said.
Noah reached into his briefs and covered his genitals and then slipped the briefs down in a succession of pushes. Past the knee, the briefs tumbled down Noah's thin legs and piled around his hairless ankles. Noah stepped out of them and was totally nude.
"Hands at your side please," the doctor said.
Reluctantly, Noah complied – exposing his penis and testicles to everyone in view.
"Oh my!" Dale said. "I see you weren't exaggerating when you said Noah had no pubes at all. I hope you don't find my report too embarrassing Noah? Being seen naked and hairless by all of our viewers?"
"I guess it's ok," Noah replied meekly.
Noah felt utterly humiliated – his hairlessness commented on by the PLNews reporter as he was filmed. Noah's penis was flaccid and the two inches looked pathetic as it stuck out of a hairless groin.
"Cough please," Tarik said.
Tarik's hands were around Noah's groin again – checking for a hernia that did not exist. Noah coughed and then again when instructed. Tarik then lifted Noah's penis with one hand and began to massage his balls with the other. Noah gasped but mentally restrained himself from getting aroused – it was like a superpower: not getting a boner and prolonging his mortifying flaccidity.
"It's kind of funny when you think about it, Noah," Fane said. "When you started today, you would never have thought you'd end up naked in hospital, examined by a doctor while being watched by the entire football team."
"And a TV camera."
"And all the people in the waiting area."
"Whoops."
"Oh no, we didn't think of that."
"Maybe we should have closed the curtain."
"Sorry Noah. We didn't mean to take away your privacy."
Too late to think of that – a very intimate and embarrassing examination had been exhibited to the entire hospital waiting room.
"It's all very reassuring, Noah," Tarik said.
The faux doctor was rather disappointed he hadn't made Noah get hard but he also knew what else was about to happen.
"That's great. I'm glad we were worried about nothing," Fane said.
"Sorry about that tackle, Noah. Is your neck feeling ok now?" asked one of the other footballers.
"Your neck?" doctor Morningstar said very gravely. "You never told me you had a sore neck."
The response was very convincing – even Noah worried for a moment if something serious had been missed which was impossible because the injury was entirely fabricated.
"Oh... yea... a little..." Noah said with typical teenage vagueness.
"Noah, this is serious. You could have a fabricated dorsum osteo-rachis injury," Tarik said with convincing concern.
(Noah could have an invented, upper surface of the vertebral column injury.)
"What should I do?" Noah asked.
"You need to lie down immediately," doctor Morningstar said.
Noah lay down on the examination bed.
"We need to immobilise you. I'm going to put a collar on your neck and restrain your arms at your sides," the doctor said. "If you have a spinal injury, we need to keep it stable. You cannot move until we're sure."
Also, if his hands were secured at his sides, he wouldn't be able to cover his penis. Noah could only hear voices and stare at the ceiling once the collar was on his neck. His ankles were secured in place and his wrists too so there was no way to cover up at all. His arms were parted from his body just enough for his hairless armpits to be revealed.
Not only was Noah's neck in a brace but a cone was place around it, like you'd put on a dog to stop it biting a wound, so Noah could only look up. He couldn't see most of what was going on.
"Noah, how do you feel?" asked Dale.
"I guess I..." Noah started to respond.
"Oh wait, I want to ask that again," Dale interrupted.
Unable to look, Noah assumed Dale's next comment was directed to the camera man and the football team of actors or spectators – again Noah didn't know – but sniggered as Dale spoke.
"Stand between Noah's legs. Point the camera directly between his feet... yea like that. See how we can see the soles of his bare feet, his smooth legs, his hairless perineum and bald groin?" Dale detailed humiliatingly. "His little penis and silky testes, his smooth tummy, smooth chest and smooth armpits. That's the perfect camera shot for exhibiting... out concerns about multifaceted injuries."
"Noah? How do you feel?" Dale asked in his reporters voice.
"I guess I'm a bit scared," Noah admitted.
"Because people are going to see your prick on TV?"
"Because people are going to see you have less body hair than a twelve-year-old?"
"Because if I've damaged my neck, I might not be able to walk again," Noah said – perhaps ruining the mood.
Perhaps – but probably not.
"Don't make fun of poor Noah, this is hard for him," Fane admonished his teammates.
Fane put a reassuring hand on Noah's thigh. Noah's bare thigh. Fane's hands were big and soft and his fingertips were dangerously close to Noah's testicles.
"What a lovely moment of both playful teasing and comradery," said Dale soppily. "We should keep those moments in the documentary."
"It's ok Noah, we'll all look after you," Fane promised.
Fane caressed Noah's thigh and the `reassuring' touching was joined by the rest of the team – everyone stroking Noah's legs and arms or chest, a thumb repeatedly brushing Noah's nipple.
"We're here for you, Noah."
"We'll keep in touch no matter what."
Noah knew what was coming next – he was going to get hard and then jerked off. Someone might sit on his cock or he'd be fucked as part of an anal exam. The usual. Noah thought he had it all figured out which was why he was caught off guard by a piercing tone that wouldn't stop.
"What is that?" asked Fane.
"Fire alarm!" doctor Morningstar replied. "An intermittent tone indicates a fire in an adjacent area. The continuous tone indicates a fire in the immediate are. We have to leave."
"Leave? But what about Noah? Is it safe for him to walk out of here?" Fane asked worriedly.
"No! He has to remain flat and still," the doctor replied.
"Staged horizontal evacuation has been called. Everyone out, now!" shouted another voice.
"We can't leave Noah here. We'll have to take him with us," Fane said.
"Outside?"
"Uncovered?"
"Naked?"
"Exposed?"
"Humiliated?"
"Hairless?"
"Degraded?"
"Filmed?"
"Watched?"
"Flaccid?"
"Let's go," the doctor said.
Noah could only look up because of the collar and his peripheral vision was blocked by the cone but the sounds of the commotion made it clear that the waiting room was still full as Noah was wheeled past – flat on his back and fully naked with no sheet to cover him. The men and boys occupying the hospital waiting room watched Noah as he was taken outside.
The cool air hit Noah and caused his skin to tingle. He really was outside – probably on the discrete side of the building where the external sets were built. The feeling of being nude and tied down outside was exhilarating. The sensory experience was intensified as the audience followed Noah out and the crowd joined the outdoor exposure of Noah Flood. It was noisy and Noah could only guess how many people were looking at him – a hundred or more, surely?
Noah imagined the spectators taking out their phones to take pictures of him.
"Noah, are you ok?" asked doctor Morningstar.
"Yes, I'm fine," Noah answered.
"Accident and Emergency is the place to go when you need help, but truly emergency has come to the emergency room as the A&E is evacuated of all patients," Dale narrated for his stupid documentary.
"What about my toe?" complained someone in the background. "I stubbed it and its sore. It's really sore."
"I can't wait to be seen anymore. I have a cough," said another.
"What about me? I bit my tongue. I've been waiting four hours..." a final idiot said.
Noah's dad was a consultant surgeon but in his earlier days he had worked in A&E and shared some stories with Daniel and Noah about the pointless reasons people came through the doors with. Accident and Emergency really was for accidents or emergencies!
"We have been following this brave boy," Dale continued. "Noah Flood was injured playing football and as we can see he isn't allowed to move in case his injury is serious. Noah, how are you adapting to this state of emergency?"
"I'm a little cold," Noah confessed.
"We can see that."
The comment was punctuated with sniggers and Noah could only imagine what his soft little dick looked like.
"You were in the middle of an examination, weren't you Noah? Tell us about why you're naked and now restrained?" Dale asked in his newscaster's voice.
"Well... I was playing football and hurt myself. My friend Fane brought me here," Noah said.
"You're welcome, Noah," Fane interrupted and again touched Noah's thigh, this time sliding his hands into Noah's inner thigh.
"I had to be examined so I took my clothes off for doctor Morningstar to examine me," Noah continued.
"He's been the perfect patient. He has behaved beautifully," the doctor said – clearly indicating the beauty was not only in Noah's behaviour.
"The doctor was worried about my neck being damaged so now I'm not allowed to move," Noah finished.
Noah realised that as he spoke, the camera had not come to the head of the bed to look at his face – so the entirety of the comments had been narrated to lingering images of his exposed body.
"When the fire alarm sounded and you had to be moved outside, how did you feel?" Dale asked.
"A little vulnerable. I mean, I'm totally naked and everyone can see my..." Noah paused.
"See your what, Noah? What were you going to say?" Dale encouraged.
"Everyone can see my penis," Noah lamented.
Noah blushed as many people laughed again.
"Should you be worried about that, Noah? You might be badly injured and you're worried about a massive crowd of total strangers and passers-by seeing your naked, hairless body?" Dale asked as if incredulous about Noah's priorities.
"Yea, I mean... it might be a bit embarrassing that you should have started puberty five years ago..." Fane chipped in salaciously. "And exhibiting the fact you have no hairs anywhere on your body is a bit humiliating... but it's important we make sure you're ok."
While Fane laid it on thick, he worked his fingers towards Noah's perineum, teasing the sensual spot and coming dangerously close to Noah's anal sphincter. The verbal stimulation, the scenario around him and the physical input finally overwhelmed Noah and he started to get hard.
"The Accident and Emergency has just been evacuated, I think everyone has more important things to worry about that a naked teenaged boy," Dale concluded.
"Oh wonderful!" exploded Tarik. "Noah is getting an erection."
The doctor spoke so loudly that anyone who had not been looking – who would not be looking? – turned to see what was happening. Fane pulled his hand away; lending emphasise to Noah's groin. Noah's boner was long and stiff, thumping against his abdomen and expelling a pool of precum as the foreskin opened to reveal the shiny head of cock.
"Is that normal?" asked Dale.
"For boys to get erections?" the doctor asked.
"For boys to get erections in public while restrained and barely stimulated," Dale replied. "I'm asking for the documentary."
Dale added his last sentence as an afterthought that made it sound comically timed.
"Teenagers get erections for all sorts of reasons. Maybe Noah liked being naked outdoors while surrounded by a hundred men and boys?" Tarik suggested.
"Do you like large groups of strangers seeing your large, erect penis, Noah?" Dale asked.
Before he could ask, the doctor intervened.
"It is reassuring here because it should indicate no loss of sensation, spinal damage or nerve damage," Tarik said.
"Oh that is wonderful," Dale agreed. "A happy ending to a medical emergency. Another young man..."
"Teenage boy!"
"Serviced by the NHS. Marvellous," Dale said into the PLNews camera.
"Maybe someone should service Noah's erection... just to really make sure it's ok?" Fane suggested.
"Young man, are you suggesting masturbating Noah out here? In front of all these people? While we film our documentary?" Dale asked.
"We should make sure his injury is fully recovered, right?" Fane said.
Noah knew this was a stupid rational but it was porn, not season thirty-six of Casualty.
"You're right, Fane. You should check Noah's anatomical function is complete," doctor Morningstar agreed.
Fane reached over and gripped Noah's cock. His hands immediately felt the stickiness of precum.
"I'm sure viewers will be wondering, is it normal for a boy to produce that much pre-ejaculate?" Dale asked.
"It is atypical but not abnormal," the doctor responded.
As Fane jerked Noah off, sloppy noises filling the afternoon air and highlighting the quiet of the rapt audience, the hands of this fellow teammates started to stroke him. Noah couldn't tell how many hands.
"Perhaps we could make another documentary all about Noah's erection? Noah Flood and the Ocean of Preseminal Fluid," Dale said.
"Sounds like a Harry Potter homage."
"Oh, then let's not bother."
"Doctor, perhaps you could take over?" Fane said.
"Oh... you want me to..." Tarik feigned reluctance.
"This is a medical procedure, doctor. The young man has a point. You should be the one to examine Noah's teenage penis," Dale said sounding sleezy even with the biological vocabulary.
Fane's hand was removed and Tarik's hand replaced it. Noah still could not move or see anything except the blue sky but it was fun to imagine the crowd around him – watching everything.
"We should show solidarity lads," said Fane. "Come on, we can't let Noah go through this alone."
Noah didn't know what that meant until a sweaty t-shirt fell into the cone surrounding Noah's head. And then another and then another. His teammates didn't remove their shorts or underpants but the shirtless lads did pull out their cocks – not that Noah could see them.
The young men surrounded Noah's naked body and began to stroke themselves while the doctor masturbated the totally exposed teenager.
Noah inhaled deeply – the musk of ten t-shirts, or however many had fit inside the cone, filled Noah's nostrils. It was hot and clammy under the odorous t-shirts; the stale swear was mixed with fresh dampness that Noah only added to with his hot breath. It was like being in a steam room.
Noah started to moan as he neared his climax and quite unexpectedly, the shirts were pulled out. What replaced them was a shot of hot jizz. Then another. Another and three others followed. A further three bursts of warm, clammy, milky, gooey, spunk splashed into the cone around Noah's head which contained the ejaculate and confined it to Noah's face, hair and neck. The nine loads mixed together inside and Noah could barely open his eyes, the gunk was so thick.
Noah was still being stroked when a single cock poked into view – then Fane leaned into view too and the lad grinned. Noah opened his mouth and invited the final masturbator to cum in his mouth. Fane came just before Noah – the teenager tasted the warm and salty-sweet jizz on his tongue and it sent him over the edge.
Tarik's hand pulled down with a final stroke and Noah ejaculated across his smooth body. There was no hair for it to get caught up in, so the blobby fluid slid and spread over Noah's chest and abdomen, sliding off him and onto the bed beneath him.
"I think we can take the restraints off now," said doctor Morningstar, who licked Noah's sperm from his fingers. "Noah's perfectly functional."
"What a wonderful show of solidarity from Noah's teammates. I'm sure everyone watching Pushmore Local News will agree, this has been a very educational case study," Dale offered the PLNews camera.
Noah felt his hands and feet released and he was helped to sit up. The cone and the collar were unfastened and when they came away a pool of cum that had settled in the bottom of the cone sluiced down Noah's shoulders, chest and back.
"Oh my god," Dale said.
Noah blinked (with difficulty) and looked in the direction of the TV presenter and his cameraman. Noah's face was absolutely plastered with cum.
"Does this football team often engage in bukkake?" asked Dale.
"Why, are you making a documentary about that too?" someone offered cheekily.
"We do other stuff too," Fane answered ambiguously.
Noah wiped the claggy mixture from his eyes and took in the full scope of his outdoor exposure. The street was lined with men and boys – the audience had been able to get very close and most were still watching Noah in case the naked boy did anything else.
"What else can ten young men do to a teenage boy?" Dale asked rhetorically.
Noah shivered – it was still only March and the late afternoon had turned cool. Noah was bare naked outside and with the action over, he was ready to get dressed.
"I have been Dale Hill for PLNews, I hope you have all enjoyed this," the reporter said.
The crowd around Noah hadn't dissipated even though he had cum already. They loitered to see Noah's humiliation conclude.
"Thank you for participating in the documentary, Noah," Dale said.
"Yea... sure..." Noah agreed.
"I can't wait for it to broadcast," Dale enthused. "My goodness, what do you think all your school friends or family or work colleagues will think?"
Most boys would be utterly mortified by the idea of being seen naked, masturbated and then jizzed on but Noah was actually disappointed the documentary was only part of the EMARP.
"I hadn't thought about that," Noah replied. "Oh no... everyone at my school is going to see me like this?"
"Don't worry Noah," Tarik said reassuringly. "I'm sure they'll blur out your little bits for the broadcast."
"Certainly not, doctor Morningstar. The show is being shown after the 10PM watershed so we can show everything. Isn't that wonderful, Noah?" Dale asked. "You'll be able to boast to all your friends about being on TV. Everyone you know will be able to see your journey through A&E."
"Being stripped."
"Your hairlessness."
"Your examination."
"Flashing your willy to the waiting room."
"Being tied down."
"Being taken outside naked."
"Your penis."
"Your erection."
"Your ejaculation."
"Your face covered with ten loads of cum."
"Fun for all the family," Dale said sarcastically.
A little while later and Noah was dressed in his own clothes again. He had said hello and goodbye to his teammates, who were all fellow EMARP actors of varying experience. Noah didn't always wash after even a messy roleplaying scenario but this time it had seemed prudent. Even Noah couldn't walk home with a face that was glazed with spunk.
Mason congratulated Noah on another successful and popular scenario and Noah wandered towards the exit with a smile rather than cum on his face.
"See you next time Noah," said Fane.
Noah had been in his own wee world and hadn't noticed the handsome Romanian lad. He was standing next to a bleached blonde boy with long, spindly limbs. They were also holding hands.
"Yea. See you next time," Noah agreed but his eyes strayed to the cute boy beside Fane.
"This is my boyfriend," Fane explained. "Stan, this is Noah."
"I saw the show. Loved it," Stan said.
"Oh. Thanks. Are you an actor too?" Noah asked.
"Hell no!" Stan said as if the idea were absurd.
"You don't mind your boyfriend..." Noah started to ask but didn't know how to put it delicately.
"I don't mind Fane having sex for money, no," Stan said.
Noah's eyes switched back to Fane.
"Stan is my boyfriend, Noah. I'm dating Stan," Fane emphasised. "No offense but you're just a couple of hours out of my day."
Noah was confronted by the idea of a lad who fucked other boys and then went home to a boyfriend. It wasn't something he had thought about before – that his fellow actors had lives and loves outside of the times he saw them.
"That's great. I just hadn't thought about it like that," Noah confessed. "A lot of guys wouldn't like their boyfriend fucking other guys."
"At least I know he's tested frequently," Stan joked.
Fane laughed too and the pair leaned into each other and then kissed. Noah felt a momentary stab of jealousy. Not because he wanted Fane (or Stan) but... well... he wasn't quite sure why. Noah had never really thought about his lack of emotional availability... and he still wasn't ready to think about it. Or so he told himself.
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My stories so far:
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Complete series: School Exhibitionism, The Symposium, The Embarrassment of Riches, Do As You're Told and A Series of Embarrassing Events.
Ongoing (interconnected) short stories: Anthology.
Short stories: Aiden's Accidental Autoerotic Assignment, Jogging Joe's Jaunty Journey and Peter's Past Posing Pictures