Disclaimer: this is a work of fiction for entertainment only. Any resemblances to real people, places and events (past, present or future) is unintentional. It contains graphic sexual content which the author does not endorse. Practice sex safely and legally.
Peter's Present Posing Problem
It was a week since Peter had stood in the classroom where he had expected to hold a study session for the Sixth Form A-Level students and instead he had been humiliated.
It had started when a Year 12 student named Rory had found pictures of Peter from when he was at university; Peter had modelled and eventually posed nude and even filmed a few videos sucking and fucking. It had paid the bills and Peter was not as privileged or entitled as the boys of the private school at which he now taught English.
Rory had shown the class some of the nude pictures and after the boys were dismissed, Peter had done everything Rory asked to stop him spreading the pictures. Nudity, sucking, fucking, rimming... needless to say, Peter had never sucked, fucked or rimmed a schoolboy before and it left him feeling disgraced and depressed.
Peter had taken to eating lunch in his classroom – mostly to avoid company. Rory had stopped by one day – remarking on his choice of sandwich and a cup of water and sitting all alone instead of on his lap. Peter tried to ignore the flirting and the innuendo but was just glad Rory kept the overtly sexual comment for when they were alone so no-one overheard. Peter made every effort to avoid the teenager.
It was Monday afternoon again and Peter had no formal classes but he had agreed to resume the study class that had been abandoned last week. He ate his lunch and was then called to a meeting with the Head Teacher. The school was expecting a visit from the school board, nothing to worry about, carry on, blah, blah, blah. The teachers and students really were a suck up bunch: pretentious, privileged, prestigious and pompous.
PPPP, what a ridiculous epithet.
Because of the meeting, Peter did not return to his room until after the school bell had rung. Thus, the study group were already in his classroom when Peter made his way back from the offices on the other side of the building. His classroom sounded pretty animated but the excited chatter died down as one boy lingered by the doorway and stepped inside when they saw him coming. The fact the frenetic noise lulled and then stopped because he was coming was disconcerting.
Peter walked into his classroom and saw fifteen boys – white shirts and school ties, black trousers and shoes and a few wore maroon V-neck sweaters. Fifteen? Wasn't there was only twelve boys at his last study class? They must be multiplying. It was still warm for Spring and the sunshine was bright – shining through the blinds that covered the large windows that faced the school courtyard.
"Ok," Peter began, closing the door as he entered. "Salutation and greeting to you all. Does anyone know who said that?"
"Touchstone in As You Like It," Rory said knowledgably.
"Yea, well, we already know how he likes it."
The response from one of the other boys caused laughter that was unsettling. Peter lifted his cup of water and drained it as his heart quickened and he felt the power shift in the room.
"I was just explaining about what happened after the last study class ended so abruptly," Rory said.
"Oh," Peter said.
And that was all he said.
"Everyone understands that it would be better if your past posing pictures were kept private," Rory continued.
"Good," Peter replied succinctly.
"Unfortunately..." Rory started to say.
Peter's heart sank. What had the boy done?
"...I accidentally showed them this..." Rory said.
Rory was using his phone again to start (restart) a video onto the big screen at the front of the room. Rory was good with technology. He once wrote a neat bit of malware that copied media files from any device that connected to the school wi-fi. He really hit the jackpot last year when the then Captain of the school rugby team uploaded naked selfies. The buff eighteen-year-old had a hilarious three-inch erection. Literally that was as big as it got! Rory enjoyed making the obscenely straight lad with a small dick get on his knees to pay for his silence.
Rory wasn't a very good person.
Peter didn't know what to expect. He guessed Rory was going to put one of his old pictures on the screen again or maybe the video of him from when he was twenty-one. Peter imagined that Rory would enjoy showing his peers a video of their teacher sucking cock seventeen years ago.
What actually appeared on screen was even worse!
On screen, Peter was totally naked and was slamming his nine-inch cock inside a fifteen-year-old Sixth Former. The video was made a week ago. Peter didn't even know that the classroom had a camera – though it seemed obvious now.
The view was from the very back of the room, capturing rows of empty chairs and desk, the screen at the front of the classroom, Peter's desk and Mr Prentice himself fucking a schoolboy.
Peter was naked but Rory was still wearing his school shirt – until Mr Prentice tore it open and admired the scrawny but muscled chest of the boy whose ass he was fucking. Peter didn't say anything – what could he possibly say?
Last week, the man thought he had respect and authority. When he admonished, warned and cautioned the boys who had seen the naked pictures of him from his university days, Peter had thought he had control over the situation.
Well, not Rory, obviously.
But now it was obvious the arrogant, privileged, condescending boys just wanted him to squirm and suffer. He could see their excitement. They knew Peter would do anything! The worst thing for Peter was accepting that even if he complied, he still wasn't guaranteed freedom or success or escape from this nightmare.
"The guys were disappointed they didn't get to see you naked in the flesh..." Rory said. "Take off your clothes, Mr Prentice."
"What if I don't want to?" Peter replied without much resistance.
Peter was a submissive and pathetic man and Rory was a popular, powerful and influential power top.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Rory said dismissively.
Rory moved to the front of the room where Peter stood and faced his class. Rory was a nine-inch cock shorter than his teacher – which made his power over the man even more exciting. Rory reached up and pulled the knot from Peter's tie and tossed it away. Then Rory pushed his fingers into the man's shirt, gripping both sides. The student's head could tuck under his teacher's chin but Rory used his strength – as a gymnast he had a very strong – to rip the man's shirt open.
Buttons flew in all directions.
"You enjoyed ripping my shirt open, sir," Rory reminded him. "I was all naked after you ripped my school shirt off, remember?"
The mockery of the fifteen-year-old boy over the big strong man in his mid-late thirties sent laughter through the room. Rory turned on his heel and walked up the centre aisle of desks before turning to face the man again.
"Are you going to ask what will happen if you don't do what I say?" Rory said. "Or are you going to get on with it?"
What would happen if he refused? Would Rory release the two-decade old naked pictures from Peter's modelling career? The naked modelling pictures from a few years later? The sucking or fucking videos that Peter made when he was twenty or twenty-one? Or the video from a week ago when he had been stroked, sucked and fucked by the teenager whom he went on to fuck, suck and stroke?
Peter was doomed. He didn't even believe that compliance would create a better result. Why was Rory doing this? As if reading his mind, Rory sneered as he spoke again.
"Remember I asked if I'd embarrassed you after everything last week? You should have just admitted it," Rory said. "Take off your shirt, Mr Prentice!"
Rory spoke disrespectfully and disdainfully.
Peter's chest was already exposed to the class who, unlike last week, looked eager and excited. They had been surprised and cowed and embarrassed for him last week but now they were excited and wanted to exploit his weakness.
Peter's shirt was ruined so he slipped it off his shoulders. Peter was a tall man – well over six feet – and muscular. However, he had little to no chest hair, his underarms were meagre, his pubes and thighs and legs were equally unimpressive. Hair did not make a man but it was something Peter had always felt inadequate about and this insecurity was exacerbated when young teenagers mocked him for being as (un)hairy as they were.
Peter dropped his shirt on the floor.
"Take off your shoes and socks," Rory said.
Unceremoniously, Peter did so. He had large, size 13 feet but the boys in the room were not looking at his feet... well, one boy was but he had a thing for toes.
"Keep going, Mr Prentice. Take off all your clothes," Rory cooed.
Peter looked in the eyes of all the boys in the room. They were not all gay, bisexual or queer. Nor curious. Peter could tell that some of the attention came from simple interest in his humiliation and debasement.
They were arrogant, pretentious boys who attended a pompous private school and felt like they owned the world or the world owed them something. Last week they feared consequences for themselves when Peter's pictures were revealed but now they knew they were unaccountable, they were like dirty little beasts.
Peter unbuckled his belt and then opened his trousers. He didn't want to prolong things to he pushed his trousers and boxers down in one motion. The class of sixteen- to seventeen-year-old lads stared at the five-inch flaccid cock of their English teacher. Some of them were probably eighteen by now.
With his trousers and underwear around his ankles, Peter's five-inch flaccid penis drooped into sight of his students. He didn't cover up because he didn't want Rory to order him to uncover.
"Step out of them. You won't need them," Rory said with delight in his voice.
Peter pulled his feet free from the trousers and underwear and tossed them aside. His impressive legs were smooth; even the inner thighs were like a teenage boys – feathery and soft, any hair invisible unless up close.
The amused looks from the class were soul destroying. The whispering and the sniggering. They were embarrassed for him again but still wanted more and Rory was there to keep them all focused.
"Make yourself hard, sir," Rory said. "The lads missed it last week. Show them all your nine-inch cock!"
There was whispering, murmuring and interest at the citation of his fully erect size. Some disbelief and some curiosity. At the front of his own classroom, Peter's hand rubbed his penis and balls. The one thing more embarrassing than being seen with his boner was not being able to get a boner.
"He's impotent."
"I think you must have broken it last week, Rory."
"Don't worry about it," Rory said. "I know something that might help, sir."
Rory continued to face Peter at the front of the room but he opened his own trousers and pushed them down to his ankles. A few of his peer sniggered and other murmured expletives as they took in the sight of embarrassing blue briefs with dinosaurs on them and green piping around the legs and waistband.
Then Rory pushed the little undies down too to expose his penis. No-one was impressed by the tiny dick but no-one insulted it either. It was just a normal penis and they saw them in the locker room.
Rory's flaccid boyhood was less than two inches big, the thighs surrounding it were smooth but tight as Cotati metal fibres. Rory lifted his school shirt just enough to revel his gymnastic abdominal muscles and oval shaped belly buttons.
"Does this help, Mr Prentice? I know how much you like looking at fifteen-year-old boys," Rory teased.
Rory classmates groaned and giggled and looked back at the man as Peter renewed his efforts. In spite of the audience, the humiliation and the wish to be swallowed by a hole in the ground, Peter did feel his cock respond. After five minutes, it was firm, swollen, hard and hot.
There were wolf whistle's and a smattering of gleeful applause as the class of Sith Form students gazed at the massive erection. Peter kept pumping it – rubbing the head in particular. Peter also watched as Rory put his dicklet away – at least he wouldn't be sucking or fucking the boy in front of other students.
"Shouldn't you be teaching us something, Mr Prentice?" Rory admonished the teacher.
The audacity of the little shit! To strip him and then tell the man to get on with his lesson.
"In Troilus and Cressida, act three, scene one, Paris and Pandarus talk about sex," Mr Prentice said.
Mr Prentice stroked the full length of his massive cock as he walked at the front of his room – totally naked in front of fifteen Sixth Form students.
"He eats nothing but doves, love, and that breeds hot blood, and hot blood begets hot thoughts, and hot thoughts beget hot deeds, and hot deeds is love," Mr Prentice quoted.
The sexy man paused – gazing at the schoolboys as they appreciated his choice of study material.
"Hot blood means lust and hot deeds means sex," Mr Prentice illuminated. "This moment in the play is about embarrassment and sexual humiliation, feigned or otherwise."
There were chuckles and smiles at this and even Rory appreciated Peter's ingenuity. Peter continued to jerk his massive cock, walking back across the front of the room – back towards his deck. The teacher noticed the blinds of the room were closed and was grateful for small mercies – that at least he was not looking into the school courtyard as he taught smut while in the buff.
"Is this the generation of love? Hot thoughts, and hot deeds? Why, are they vipers. Is love the generation of vipers?" Peter asked.
Peter had certainly generated a special viper for the class to have hot thoughts about.
"I brought something special for you," Rory announced. "It looks like you're ready for it now."
Peter turned to face the younger boy. He was a year younger than the others – fifteen compared to sixteen or seventeen. The Year 13 lads would be closer to eighteen. Rory was only younger because he had skipped a year. He was smart and smutty – a gymnastic boy with a very average five-inch dick. He made up for his small stature by being a smarmy, cocky, arrogant bastard.
Peter watched as Rory rooted around in his schoolbag and pulled out a bottle of lubricant. Rory said he didn't leave home without it. Then Rory pulled out something flesh coloured – the biggest dildo Peter had ever seen.
"Whoa!"
"No way can he take that?"
"This is eleven inches, Mr Prentice," Rory says with barely contained glee as he walks to the front of the room. "I mean, I'm only five foot six and fifteen years old and I manage to take a nine-inch cock in my ass..."
Rory loved reminding his classmates that he'd been fucked by the sexiest teacher in the school. Peter gulped – he was six foot three inches tall but the idea of fucking himself with an eleven-inch dildo was beyond comprehension. Rory gripped the edge of Peter's desk and pulled it to the short edge was angled at 45 degrees to the audience. The class.
"How the fuck is that thing going to fit inside his butt?"
"It's bigger on the inside."
"Get on the desk on your knees," Rory interrupted the banter. In a low voice he added, "Like a good little puppy."
Peter understood he was being told to pose doggy style. His ass facing the teenage boys in the classroom. How humiliating. Why didn't he just walk away? Whatever Rory did could not be worse than what Peter was doing now. Yet Peter continued, committed to his bad decision – at least this way he'd have five second warnings before each terrible thing. Defiance brought terrifying uncertainty.
Peter climbed up onto his desk and knelt there for a moment – tall and proud – before bending over and exhibiting his firm buttocks and smooth, pink hole to his students. There were gasps and murmurs, some disgust and open disbelief. Peter couldn't believe this was happening either.
Rory stood in front of Peter while he stroked the enormous faux phallic shaft with lubricant. It was not as thick as Peter's cock, which was a consolation. It would go deep without ripping his ass open.
"Here, you should do it yourself," Rory said.
Peter could tell Rory really wanted to do it. The schoolboy was a power bottom but there was still power in getting Peter to do it himself. It meant Peter had submitted and was obedient – that he was not only at the mercy of someone else's hands but his own, while under the control of someone else.
Rory walked back to join the class and to watch Peter fuck himself.
Peter's hands slipped on the unacceptably long shaft so he needed both hands to hold it. The man pressed the tip between his smooth buttocks which parted and the head of the dildo found Peter's hole. The teacher pressed the head of the dildo against his sphincter and when it started to dilate, he pressed harder.
"Oh! Oh, god," Peter said.
"Slut!"
Peter didn't know who had said it but it didn't matter. What was he going to do, give them detention?
An inch of dildo slid inside the man and then two inches. Three, four and five inches advanced before Peter pulled it back to feel the sensation of shaft sliding against the wall of his ass and the compression of the ring.
Peter's toes curled as he started to push it back in – the soles of his feet faced the boys and they could see the man's smooth calves and thighs, his cock and balls dangling between his legs. Luckily, none of them were taking pictures though Peter worried that Rory was once again using the discreet camera at the back of the room to record the debasement.
"Yea, fuck that butt, sir."
"Moan for us, Mr Prentice."
Peter advanced five, six and then seven inches of phallus into his hole before letting out an embarrassingly loud moan of pleasure.
"He really likes that."
"He liked taking tiny Rory's dick too."
"Five inches isn't tiny."
"Speak for yourself."
"What's better, Mr Prentice?" Rory asked, interrupting the distraction. "Seven inches of dildo or my five-inch prick?"
Peter didn't answer right away, he pulled the dildo back, feeling the shaft slide against the rigid ring and caressing his insides and exciting his prostate. Peter looked over his shoulder at Rory and at the class of teenagers.
"Your dick... your dick felt really good, Rory," Peter confessed.
There was an eruption of laughter.
Why had he told them that?
"Ohh!"
"You've got yourself a boyfriend, Rory."
"Mr Prentice likes fifteen-year-old boy dick!"
"Is sixteen too old for you, sir?"
"Do you like all schoolboys, Mr Prentice?"
The man felt thoroughly humiliated by the comments. Ignoring them, he pushed seven, eight and then nine inches inside himself. It was almost more than he could bear. Fuck, his cock was so hard! Peter couldn't touch himself because he still needed both hands to fuck his own ass but at this rate, he wouldn't need to touch his cock. His cock was oozing precum onto his desk. The man had to remind himself that it was his desk – in school and his class was watching. It was disgusting. It was exhilarating. It was embarrassing.
Peter pulled the dildo back until only the head of the phallus was inside him. The profanely long shaft didn't look like it would fit. If Mr Prentice didn't try hard enough, Rory would make it fit.
"Keep fucking your ass, sir," Rory encouraged.
Peter pushed the cock in again. Three, four, five, six, seven, eight and nine inches entered the man. There was a collective holding of breath as the class waited for their teacher to push more inside.
Ten inches.
Eleven inches.
"Ohhhhh!" Peter exclaimed and he shoved his left fist in his mouth in case anyone outside the classroom heard him.
"He loves it."
"Eleven inches?!"
"Fuck, I owe Rory fifty quid."
"That's impossible."
"Disgusting!"
Peter was upset with the commentary but the pleasure was overwhelming. Peter pulled and pushed the shaft, sliding it in and out with impending orgasmic consequences.
"Yea, you fuck your own butt, Mr Prentice," Rory encouraged.
Blissfully, the teacher thought he was going to be allowed to cum. It would all be over!
"Actually, I changed my mind. Stop," Rory ordered. "Now!"
The groans of disappointment from the sixteen- to eighteen-year-olds drowned out Peter's gasp of bitter disappointment. Rory stalked forward and offered Peter his hand. Peter started to pull the eleven-inch dildo from his guts but Rory stopped him.
"I didn't say take it out. Leave it in there," Rory demanded. "Get down."
Peter climbed off his table with wobbly legs. This must have been how Rory felt after getting fucked by nine inches. Peter stood at the edge of his desk, leaning against the top and feeling the butt of the dildo press into him. Eleven inches deep. Peter whimpered.
Rory grabbed Peter's hand and made the teacher fondle the front of his trousers. Peter could feel small nub of teenage dick inside school trousers and boy-sized briefs. Peter's hand rotated to massage Rory's balls – to the amusement of the class.
"Come on," Rory said.
Rory took Peter by the hand like he was walking a child and led him to the front and centre of the room. Instead of facing the class, Rory made him stand in profile before he let go of his teacher's hand. He looked up at the very tall man while Peter looked down at the short lad. The class of Sixth Formers gazed with amazement at Peter's profile – their tall and stunningly handsome teacher was almost hairless and his huge cock projected outwards and he had a few inches of dildo hanging from his arse.
"Get on your knees," Rory said.
Peter knelt down – taking his height to about four and a half feet. The top of his head came just above Rory's nipples. Rory's white shirt was interrupted by his school tie but the shirt itself was a neat and attractive fit. Rory opened his trousers again and dropped them down his thighs, past his knees and all the way to his ankles.
Sitting back on his heels, Peter gave a moan of delight as the dildo pushed in more.
Peter was humiliated to be naked in front for the small teenager with legs as silky as his own. Rory slowly grabbed the back of Peter's head and lead his face towards the boyish package hidden in juvenile undies. Rory chose them on purpose – he liked embarrassing underwear and found other people were usually more embarrassed to see them than he was to be seen in them.
It was especially embarrassing for Peter whose face was rubbed in the day-old pouch. The leg holes of the underwear hugged Rory's smooth thighs.
"Open your mouth, sir," Rory ordered. "Get it nice and wet."
Peter following the commands of the power bottom boy without hesitation. Peter's lips gnawed toothlessly on the button sized cock and firm, scrotum enclosed testicles. Rory didn't get hard! That was the worst part – the boy remained flaccid and perhaps only two inches big as the man worked on his dick. Once Rory's underpants were wet with his teacher's saliva, Rory let go of Peter's head and pushed his undies down to his ankles too.
"You're not going to put that in your mouth are you, sir?"
"Are you, Mr Prentice?" Rory asked as he stroked Peter's chin. "Are you going to put my will in your mouth?"
Rory's choice of words made Peter feel mortified, a feeling reinforced by the giggles of his grossed-out class. Peter's head was again guided to the stubby penis. Leaning forward provided relief from the dildo in his ass – sitting on his heels pushed the massive fuck stick deeper. Peter opened wide to take the boy dick and his balls in his mouth at once. Rory giggled and the other fourteen boys in the room laughed and observed with amazement.
"That's it. That's nice," Rory said as he got hard.
Once the fifteen-year-old had reached his full five inches, he let go of Peter's head and offered no further instructions so the man was left to his own devices – sucking the dick when he could theoretically stop. Rory had no real interest in getting a blowjob – it was all about power and humiliating the man. Having succeeding in doing this, Rory pulled his erection from Peter's mouth and stroked the turgid, saliva coated erection.
"Your cock is still hard," said Rory – literally and metaphorically looking down on him.
"I know," Peter said ashamedly.
"You must have liked sucking me," Peter suggested.
Peter assumed it was the dildo in his ass that prevented his cock from softening because it remained a painfully rigid nine inches.
"Say... you're good with words, right Mr Prentice?" Rory asked.
"Yes?" he responded.
"Can you define bukkake?" Rory asked as he continued to lazily play with himself inches from Peter's face.
From his classmates, there was a gleeful roar at the outrageousness of the question.
"It's a cold Japanese noodle dish splashed with liquid," Mr Prentice replied.
Rory and the class offered Peter a chuckle at the witty retort.
"No," Rory replied.
"It's when multiple men ejaculate on one person," Peter said with dread.
"Multiple men?" Rory asked with exaggerated confusion.
The boy sneered at Peter – demanding without words that Peter rephrase.
"It's while multiple teenage boys in school uniform jizz on their naked teacher," Peter said.
The class erupted in laughter that the man had actually said such a thing.
"What do you think, teenage boys in school uniform?" Rory addressed his classmates. "Should we test our vocabulary and bukkake all over Mr Prentice?"
There was a scrape of chairs and the fourteen boys stood up, walking to join Rory. Rory remained standing with his trousers and undies around his ankles but most of his peers merely unzipped and pulled out dicks rather than exposing themselves fully.
Peter was told to turn so he was facing all the desks, the screen behind him, the classroom door on his left and the blind-covered windows on his right. A few boys unbuttoned trousers and one or two pulled trousers and underwear to their thighs.
Fifteen boy dicks faced the man and the teacher wondered how his life had got to be like this. These intolerably arrogant and privileged boys thought they could get away with anything and they probably would.
The penises varied in size. Some were five inches like Rory and others six inches. A few were close to seven inches and the fact Rory was not drooling over them made Peter wonder if Rory had already seen them – sucked them or even been fucked by them.
The sight of fifteen highschoolers masturbating over him was obscene. Horny boys will really do anything and Peter knew that not all of them were same-sex attracted but all of them were attracted to degrading him. They were united in this interest.
Jizz splashed on his shoulder as the first boy came and applause celebrated the achievement. More cum rained down on him – his arms and thighs and chest were spattered with the teenage cum. The early volleys all lacked the force or range to shoot into his face and rather dribbled on their victim.
After those spurts of jizz, the next three cocks spat into his face. He felt the hot splashes like tears on his cheeks. The man felt humiliated to still be looking at boy dicks as they ejaculated on him.
Two lads came at once – hitting Peter's lips and chin and then his chest and abdomen.
The deluge of teenage spunk only made Peter harder – the dildo in his ass had stopped him returning to his five-inch flaccid state and his magnificent nine inches hopped and leaked precum.
"Our cum is making him harder?"
"Freak!"
Another two came within seconds of each other – Peter's eye took one blast so it glued shut and his hair was rained on by the other.
"You are absolutely filthy with cum, sir," Rory teased. "It's in your hair and on your face... it's on your lips."
Peter looked up ashamedly at Rory who was having the time of his life. Peter didn't want to admit how exciting the hot splashes were but it was also the lowest moment of his life.
"It's all over your chest and abdomen too, Mr Prentice," Rory continued. "These boys are only sixteen or seventeen, you know?"
Since only Rory remained, he stepped closer to ensure his dick erupted all over Peter's mouth. Peter opened his mouth and kissed the fifteen-year-old cock and then licked it.
"Fucking hell, Mr Prentice. I didn't tell you to suck me off," Rory said delightedly. "But if you insist."
"That's nasty, sir."
"Can't believe a teacher is giving you a blowie."
"You're nearly as good as my gymnastic coach," Rory commented.
Peter was actually better but there was no need to tell the teacher that. His gymnastic coach was where Rory's sex with men had started – how else was he going to make the Olympic team?
Peter sucked the head of the five incher until Rory told him to open. The whole class watched as Rory ejaculated – coating Peter's tongue in spunk and his filling his mouth with creamy jizz.
The boys put their dicks away and even Rory, casually and calmly, pulled his trousers and undies up over his cute thighs and butt. Peter had feared he's be asked to fuck Rory life in front of a Sixth Form audience. Rory's penis was still wet and mucky but he liked the feeling of his moist prick inside his briefs.
"You look like a disgusting mess," Rory said. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Yes," Peter confessed and he no-longer knew if he was lying or not.
"You like boys cumming on you?"
"You're a sick fuck."
"I can't believe you did that."
"You look gross."
Rory stroked the man's chest like he was rubbing in sun cream instead of boy cream. Then the fifteen-year-old used his fingers to scoop cum onto his fingers. Rory could see a puddle of swimming, blobby, teenage ejaculate sitting in his hand.
"Don't waste the ooze, Mr Prentice," Rory said.
Rory offered his hand to Peter, who opened his mouth. The man could see open mouthed astonishment and revulsion as Rory slipped his fingers into their teacher's mouth. Their teacher was eating a concoction sperms from perhaps a dozen teenagers.
Even as he sucked on Rory's fingers, Peter could feel the cum on his face, blobs of it dripping off onto his thighs or the floor. There was plenty of goo still on his body. Rory had rubbed it into his chest but gravity had pulled much of the spunk on his chest and nipples down, pooling obscenely in his belly button and then clogging up his pubes. His cock was still a rock hard and glistening thing of beauty and his ass was still stuffed with eleven inches of dildo... maybe `only' nine inches.
"Stand up," Rory said, pulling his fingers out.
Peter was relieved to stand. He felt a few inches of dildo slipping out of his hole – a dragging sensation on the ring that was as pleasurable as penetration and prostate massage. Surely it was almost over now? Rory would probably make him cum and then it would all be over. Peter walked to the teacher's desk and nosily dragged a hard-backed chair to the centre of the room.
"Sit," Rory ordered as he walked back to his desk and retrieved his schoolbag.
"He's still got the dildo in his ass!"
Peter carefully sat down – pushing the eleven-inch cock inside him again. How he was able to stand putting his weight on the chair was beyond him and there was a differential air of awe from the audience that he was able to do it.
Rory walked around Peter, dropping his school bag behind the teacher and then taking something from it. Rory stood on Peter's right-hand side and stroked his bicep which carried streaks of cooling cum. Rory ran his hand down Peter's arm and then took the man's writs and attached what felt like some kind of cuff to it which closed with the snick of a lock. Rory pulled Peter's right arm behind his back and up to his shoulder blades. Then Rory caressed Peter's left arm but instead of pulling it behind his back too, Rory guided it up. Peter's pit was exposed as his elbow pointed to the ceiling and his fingertips pointed down his back. Peter could link the fingers of both hands and did so instinctively even as Rory attached another cuff to the left wrist with a click that sounded like a lock snapping into place.
The two arms were now secured behind his back, his left pit perpetually exposed. He could not cover or touch himself or free his hands. Rory did not stop there as he used rope to secure the bound arms to the back of the chair.
"Rory, what the fuck are you doing?" Peter asked.
Concern had taken too long to kick in but now he was deeply worried. Rory didn't answer as he knelt down to tie Peter's ankles to the chair legs. It wasn't like Peter had any control or choice anyway but the new development was concerning. Did the boy want to stroke him off while he was bound? To deny Peter even the ability to touch himself? To edge him?
Rory stood in front of Peter and looked at the clock on the wall. Class time would end in fifteen minutes. Surely Peter would be untied by then? The other boys all looked so excited they might burst... again.
Rory stood behind Peter and took another item from his bag. Then Peter felt something slide over his head and his eyes were covered. He was blindfolded. The sixteen- and seventeen-year-olds laughed at Peter's vulnerability.
"Rory... what is this? What are you doing?" Peter implored.
"Question is, what are you doing? Inviting your boyfriend here and having kinky games during class time?"
"What are you talking about?" the teacher replied.
"If you can come up with a better excuse for this, feel free," Rory said. "Anyway, we all need to go now."
"Go! Go?" What... you're not going to leave me like this?" Peter pleaded. "You can't leave yet."
"Because your naked?" Rory mocked him.
"Yes!" Peter agreed – he'd do anything to appease the malevolent fifteen-year-old.
"Because you're tied up?" Rory asked.
"Yes," Peter whispered.
"Because you're sitting on an eleven-inch dildo?" Rory enquired.
"Yes," Peter responded desperately.
"Because you're blindfolded?" Rory continued.
"Yes," Peter said defeatedly.
"Because you're still hard? And you haven't cum? And I put Viagra in your water so you'll stay hard for hours?" Rory laughed as he revealed what he'd done.
The laughter was chorused by the other Sixth Formers.
"Why are you still doing this? I did everything you wanted," Peter said.
"Remember last week I asked if you were ashamed? If I'd managed to embarrass you?" Rory asked. "And you said no?"
"I was lying!" Peter responded.
"I know. But I got to thinking..." Rory said. "Could I embarrass you if I really tried?"
"You already have. These guys have already seen me. This has gone far enough," Peter said – his begging falling on deaf ears.
Which was ironic since he was now blind.
"Anyway," Rory said casually. "It's too nice a day to leave you shut in like this so we'll open all the blinds too."
Peter was filled with horror! The windows covered the entire wall of his class, more or less floor to ceiling and looked out into the main school courtyard! They wouldn't do that to him... would they?
"We'll leave the classroom door open too."
"See you later, Mr Prentice," Rory said.
Peter was left in the dark – pun intended – as to whether the teens opened the blinds or the door, Peter couldn't be sure because he was blindfolded and headphones were slipped over his ears to drown out surrounding sounds with nothing but a pleasant white noise of birds chirping.
The fifteen-year-old punctuated his goodbye with a kiss on Peter's lips and a stroke of his cock. For all his humiliation, he was still rock hard. Peter was left naked and hard – deprived of audio and visual input. He would never know if students or teachers saw him, how many, if they took pictures, if they told friends...
Peter pulled against his bonds but his arms were linked with locked cuffs that were tied to the back of the chair. He tried to stand but with his ankles bound to the chair it was impossible. His bare feet were hot and sweaty on the floor too, slipping so he fell back on his butt. The dildo had slipped out a few inches when he tried to stand and now it pushed back in with exquisite effects.
He couldn't be enjoying this?
Peter tried to settle himself. He would not be left like this. Rory was trying to scare and humiliate the man – he would return in the nick of time to pinch his nipple with soft fingers that twisted.
"Wait! What? Who's there?" Peter demanded.
Someone really was fiddling with his nipple. It made his cock ooze and the teacher squirmed in his chair. A hand took a hold of his cock – his nine inches were huge inside the grip. Could it be Rory? Unable to see or hear it could be anyone. Literally anyone. A teacher or a student of any age.
The hand left and Peter was alone.
He couldn't even tell how much time passed.
Hands touched his thighs, running up them and then fondling his balls.
"Ohh!" Peter moaned.
Did they giggle when he moaned?
Hands stroked his smooth legs.
A tongue licked Peter's feet. The dampness of sweat was lapped up and replaced with saliva. The mouth sucked his toes and a tongue pushed between each digit.
A kiss on his sticky lips.
Two hands – not two people, a left and right hand – worked his cock but did not even come close to making him cum.
A suck of his nipples.
Scissors snipped his pubes – above his dick, the already short hair was reduced.
A nibble of his ear.
A mouth, small and stretched by the nine-inch girthy monster sucked but couldn't deep throat it.
All through the ordeal, Peter was too proud to even beg – believing it would fall on deaf ears.
How long had he been sitting here?
There was no activity for a while. Then a while longer. Then a while longer.
"I said, what in the hell do you think you're doing?!" a voice bellowed as soon as the headphones came away.
The same hands, Peter presumed, removed the blindfold. Peter blinked in the bright room – the teenagers really had opened all the blinds so the man was exposed to the school courtyard which, thankfully was still empty.
Peter's vision resolved to take in the sight of the furious Head Teacher and five men Peter did not recognise though one man resembled... oh shit! The man took after his son, or rather the son took after his dad. Rory looked just like him.
"Peter, this is Mr Hart from the school board. Remember I told you members of the school board were coming?!" the Head Teacher said through gritted teeth.
"Ah, this is the teacher who you said had made quite an impression since he joined your staff?" one of the men asked.
"I... I can explain!" the Head Teacher said, catching the sarcasm in the voice.
"You can?" asked the youngest of the five men in a surprise-filled voice.
"Well... I mean... yes... no..." the man stumbled, totally out of his depth. "Who could possibly explain this!?"
Peter almost felt sorry for the Head Teacher before remembering he was the one who was naked and tied up.
"Well, perhaps the young man himself can explain?" Mr Hart (Rory's dad) said.
The man wore a smirk that told Peter he was in on the charade. What was the excuse Rory had told him to use again? Now that Peter looked one of the other men resembled Rory too but less so – he did look like Mr Hart though. Rory's uncle? What was it Rory had said last week?
Rory had implied he wouldn't get expelled because his dad and his toyboy were on the school board along with Rory's uncle and his husband and their boyfriend. The five stared openly at Peter and the teacher was, to an extent, relieved that his excuse did not need to be particularly good because they would cover for him. Peter used the ridiculous excuse Rory had implanted.
"I had a... my boyfriend came to visit me for lunch and we got somewhat amorous and one thing led to another and..." Peter (kind of) shrugged helplessly.
He couldn't shrug properly because one arm was wrenched up his back and the other was pulled down his back to expose the armpit.
"I see," one of them said sceptically.
"Nonsense! Mr Prentice, you're fired!" the Head Teacher said.
Before Peter could even cry out in despair, Mr Hart spoke up with authority.
"He most certainly is not. It's not his fault this happened. It's perfectly understandable," the man said.
Perfectly... understandable?
Rory was tied up naked in a school classroom with a dildo in his ass, covered in ejaculate and a raging nine-inch erection that could not go down. How could this possibly be understandable?
One of the men – the uncle's boyfriend or Mr Hart's toyboy, Peter assumed, took the Head Teacher by the elbow and led him aside to speak softly. He cooed and placated, pacified and consoled the man. Peter knew quite nicely the Head Teacher just didn't want to be in trouble himself.
"What the hell?"
Every eye in the room looked to the open classroom door where an unfamiliar boy stood with his mouth hanging open. Peter guessed he was Year 9 or 10. Fuck! The classroom door was still open? Peter pulled against the bonds but could not move or cover himself up. The boy started laughing.
Peter looked around – he was about to ask someone to cover him up but his clothes were nowhere to be seen. Through the windows, sunshine caused Peter's skin to glisten and the cum to sparkle.
"Young man, shouldn't you be in class?" Mr Hart asked.
The boy shook his head and held up a finger.
...
"I timed that wrong," he said.
Then the school bell rang.
"Oh no!" Peter whined.
"Oh dear," said Rory's uncle – his voice dripping with insincerity.
"For the love of god, don't let everyone see me," Peter pleaded but was ignored.
The boy at the door of the classroom pulled his phone out and started taking pictures with Peter too horrified to even look away. His seated profile and nearly vertical erection and exposed armpit were all captured beautifully with his identifiable face, looking aghast, stared into the camera.
Behind the boy, classroom doors started to open and the school boys filed out noisily. It was the end of the school day and they were excited. A few saw the open door and stopped, doing a double take. They clogged up the hall and caused others to ask why they'd stopped so they noticed too. The Head Teacher seemed about to intervene but he was pushed into a chair by the toyboy or boyfriend. Thus, attention to Peter's predicament grew.
"Oh my god!"
"Is Mr Prentice naked?"
"Everyone! Everyone! Everyone!"
A boy shouted until he had silence and then announced for all the hear...
"Mr Prentice is bare naked, tied up and rock hard in his classroom!"
"And he's got a massive cock!"
Boys piled towards the door until no-one could fit anymore – phones in every single hand. Eventually, the bottleneck broke and the schoolboys were pushed into the room where they stood beside or behind desks to film him and take pictures.
"Why the fuck is he naked?"
Obscene gestures.
"Look at the size of his cock!"
Laughter.
"Should we help him?"
Camera flashes.
"That's nasty."
Pointing.
"I'm sending this to the Yearbook team."
Awe.
"This must be humiliating."
Whispering.
"Is he tied up?"
Giggling.
"Is that cum all over him?"
Disgust.
"Oh, my goodness! Peter?" said Mr Yao – a Biology teacher.
"Is that Peter Prentice?" Mr McBride asked – a Maths teacher.
"What on earth..." Mr Bose stopped mid-sentence – the Music teacher.
"We should do something," Mr Yao said.
"Nonsense. He's a beautiful model," Mr Greer rebuked – the Art teacher.
"Oh dear, word seems to have gotten around," Mr Hart said.
Peter thought the man meant the boys piling into the room or jostling in the corridor. Then Peter looked right – towards the windows. The floor to ceiling windows across the entire wall filled up with pushing and pulling, bragging, laughing and pointing lads of all ages. More phones, questions and shouting; sneering and sniggering, mockery and disgust all emanated from the faces of the teenage boys in school uniform.
"Oh my fucking god, Mr Prentice," Rory said.
The boy had returned and Peter couldn't even tell if the others from the classroom were there or not – the crowd was too big.
"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Rory said and his comment elicited snigger and laughter.
Between the forty or fifty boys in the overcrowded classroom and over a hundred in front, second and third rows outside the classroom window, at least one hundred and fifty of the students must have seen his nudity and arousal by now.
Peter forgot to count the shoving crowd in the hall – make that two hundred.
"We should get you cleaned up and make you decent," Mr Hart said.
Rory's uncle-in-law stooped to untie Peter's ankles while needlessly caressing the hairless legs. Behind him, Rory's uncle untied the rope attaching the wrist bonds to the chair. However, the bonds themselves remained so Peter's arms remained bound behind his back. His armpit was still exposed and he couldn't cover up his nine-inch cock. It was so hard it hurt.
"Oh, the cuffs are locked. Do you know where the key is, Mr Prentice?" he was asked.
"N- no," Peter whined to more giggles.
Peter wobbled to his feet – his legs shaking from the hot blood, hot thought and hot deeds.
The attention was unbearable and yet the experience was... exciting! He was exposed to hundreds of teenage boys and teachers – phones recoding his nakedness and nine-inch, leaking arousal. How could he be enjoying this? The mortification and shame, humiliation, disgrace and embarrassment, the degradation and the debasement and exhibition and indignity; together they were the most arousing experience of Peter's life.
"What is this?" Mr Hart asked.
Peter felt a hand near his ass and then he felt it grip the dildo that had been inside him for... an hour? Peter knew what would happen if the man pulled it out.
"No! Wait!" Peter said but it was too late.
The man pumped it a few times and then slid it out with a slow, even glide. The pliable sex toy, veiny and with a decent head on it, massaged, stroked and tickled Peter's insides. It swept across his prostate and the sensation of the shaft on his ring was so exquisite that Peter nearly blacked out. The pleasure and euphoria was unlike anything Peter had ever felt before. As the last inch of the giant phallus slid out, Peter let out a cry so loud, it brought silence to the room.
Except for the digital sound of pictures being taken.
Peter squealed and moaned and cried while Rory's dad brandished the eleven-inch dildo to an astonished crowd. Peter couldn't stand up and his orgasm seemed to be on a delay. Peter fell back into the chair, leaning back so his nine-inch cock slapped his abdomen and stroked the sensitive ridge.
Then, finally, cum erupted. It was a deluge of powerful ropes of jizz that flew into the man's face while everyone watched and filmed him. Spunk pumped over his chest and abdomen, spurt after spurt contaminating his skin. His arms were still bound so the poor teacher couldn't stroke or cover himself as he unloaded his aching balls. Peter writhed in the chair, almost falling off it as his sweaty, bare feet slipped in the floor.
"You can see between his legs," Rory commented.
Peter's perineum exposure was just another thing to be exhibited.
There was a roar of noise as the boys cheered and clapped and celebrated Mr Prentice's very messy ejaculation. Inside the room and in the corridor and outside the window, the number of boys and teachers surely numbered three or four hundred now – half the school?
Some of the boys who obsessed over the video later counted fifteen ropes of cum.
"Oh! My! God!" Peter muttered.
Peter could feel his face, chest and abdomen plastered with fresh semen – adding to the spunk from the Sixth Formers. His skin was shiny with cum and sweat. The ejaculate had spilled over his hips and rivulets trickled down the inguinal line, pooling onto the seat and smearing on his buttocks.
The sound of pictures being taken were joined by text notifications. Texts, Messenger, WhatsApp...
Who had they all sent those images or video to?
The noises chirped away to each other. Chirped or tweeted. Twitter! Twitter notifications sang too. Instagram. Facebook. Telegram. Onlyfans. Snapchat.
"You can't post that on YouTube. They'll take it down."
"Yea, in like twenty minutes to an hour. Plenty of time to go viral."
"Let's get you out of this room, Mr Prentice," Mr Hart said.
"There's no key," Rory's uncle reminded his brother.
"I'm sure the school office will have something," came the reply.
What?
"Really?" Rory said – a surprise even to him.
"Please don't," Peter said.
"Come on," Mr Hart said gently but unequivocally.
Peter was helped to his feet again. He wobbled – from the aching caused by the massive dildo, from the pain in his discharged balls and from exhaustion. Peter was too tired to even challenge the insanity of what was going on anymore.
"Wow!"
"Nice ass!"
The boys in the doorway reluctantly moved away and then moved more hurriedly when they realised Mr Prentice's cock would smear jizz on them if they were too close. Peter was led into the school corridor – long and lined with classrooms and lockers.
And schoolboys who were still filming him.
Having cum harder than he ever had in his life, Peter's nine-inch cock was drooping but still fat and long. Seven and a half inches of floppy but turgid, semi-engorged meat slapped against his legs as he walked, smearing sticky ooze onto his thighs as he took his walk of shame. He could feel lube, cum and anal juices on his ass and thighs and leaking down his legs.
In front of him, a Year 13 lad took a full frontal shot from head to toes and walked backwards to keep the man in the frame. Peter's left armpit was still exposed to the camera as the teacher shamefaced walked towards the lad who backed away at the same pace.
"Hey, it's Troy. Just a regular day at school... except my teacher is fucking naked!" said the eighteen-year-old.
Was Troy posting this somewhere live?
"Mr Peter Prentice is an English Teacher at the Lord George Boys School..." Troy revealed.
Everyone would know who he was.
"He was tied up in his classroom and we all just watched him cum after an eleven-inch dildo was pulled out his ass..." Troy sounded amazed. "He didn't even touch himself!"
Peter tried to keep walking but boys who had missed the show were strolling out of classrooms and adding new dumbstruck expression to those that had gone before.
"His dick is fucking huge."
"It was easily, like... nine inches hard!"
"Oh god!" Peter whimpered as his anatomy was described.
"It's droopy now but still seven or eight inches and really fucking thick. Maybe it just looks bigger because he's almost hairless?" Troy speculated.
"Please stop," Peter asked.
"Oh, sorry dude but this is going live," Troy replied.
"Unbelievable," Rory muttered.
"This way," said Mr Hart.
"The fastest way to the office is this way," Peter replied with a lopsided gesture in the opposite direction.
"I know," replied Mr Hart – heartless, more like.
"Looks like we're taking the long way," Troy said with delight.
He continued to film – capturing Peter's public, hallway nudity with highschoolers in the background so it was impossible to deny the reality. Rory was alongside Peter, watching and grinning and delighting in how ingenious his own and father's cruelty was. The worst thing was... Peter was still enjoying it too.
Many of the boys from the classroom followed and more boys were found in the corridor as Peter was paraded along. Peter knew this corridor and was worried he was going to be taken outside to run around the football pitch before he's be allowed his dignity back. The corridor was a long, glass lined passage that looked onto the sports fields where ten Sixth Formers were playing five-aside football while watched by a few dozen others.
They were playing until they saw Peter and his entourage. They jogged over, hardly believing their eyes. Half of them were topless – and being seventeen, give or take a year, they had remarkable bodies. Most were hairier and more mature looking than him. Peter couldn't hear their comments though the glass.
"Looks like the football team just caught the action too," Troy narrated.
They turned out of the link corridor, away from the sports fields, but the boys outside were racing to the nearest door to hear what had happened and why. If Peter wasn't going to be taken to the footballers, the footballers would come to Peter.
The head of Peter's cock was agonisingly sensitive as it brushed and slapped against his thighs.
"You can really see Mr Prentice's massive dong swing," Troy commented. "His balls are..."
What Troy thought of Peter's testicles was lost as the detour not only took Peter the long way but Mr Hart opened the door to take them outside.
"Outside?!" Peter yelped. "Why?"
Troy filmed the beautiful anguish. Peter secretly wanted to go outside but he couldn't, could he? This had gone far enough.
"Because it's a lovely day," Rory's dad said. "And frankly we could all do with some fresh air."
The audience laughed again and more phones and noise echoed in the corridor. The exterior door he had been led to was worse than if they had exited on the sports fields side. This door led them out the front of the building – near where they had started. He would need to walk through the main courtyard of the fucking school!
"We really do need fresh air. Mr Prentice smells like a glory hole," Troy said for his video. "Not that I'd know what one smells like but he's covered in cum."
Peter blushed as the commentary continued and then he was led outside. Peter's bare feet patted the ground and an amazed crowd of boys watched the man as he was led towards the main entrance. Those who hadn't heard about the incident so far raced to catch up and be updated.
"My mate text me back to say he doesn't believe this is real."
"I've passed a thousand likes already."
"Fuck! My account got suspended!"
Because it was the end of the school day, almost every single student was leaving and so were in the corridor or the courtyard. Had the whole fucking school seen him naked? The boys from the classroom, from the corridors, from the sports fields and from the courtyard were all around him.
"Mr Prentice is pretty hairless for a man too," Troy commented as he searched for more things to say before he'd need to wrap it up.
Teenagers of all ages were gazing at Peter's naked, almost hairless body. His big floppy dick and bare ass and exposed pit from the restraint Rory had locked him in meant that there was no part of his body that had not been exhibited. Thankfully, they were nearly at the school entrance at last.
"Wow! I've never trended on socials before," Troy hooted.
Socials? Plural?
Rory skipped forward to open the door for him but stopped him before he could step inside.
"Don't you think you should thank everyone for their support during this embarrassing time?" Rory said.
Peter had his back to the crowd. He hadn't looked to see how big the crowd of students and teachers was and facing that was going to be... what? Harder than everything else that had already happened?
"Fuck it," Peter muttered defeatedly.
Peter turned and faced the crowd with full frontal pride in the crippling shame of his naked exposure. The crowd was enormous! Spread all across the courtyard like a mosh pit of teenagers. Most were in school uniform, some in PE kits and a handful were topless but wearing school shorts. The teachers were dressed in their suits and ties.
A thousand men and boys – all clothed and Peter Prentice was the only naked one! The ultimate CMNM fantasy that Peter had never known would be so exciting.
To think Peter had been worried about just Rory seeing him naked or the other fourteen Sixth Formers in the class when Monday afternoon had started. The thousand strong crowd of phone brandishing men and boys waited to see what Peter would say.
"Thank you all for being so understanding about this," Peter said. "And thank you for looking after me on my journey. I'm... I'm really tired now."
"This is off the fucking hook!" Troy said, cackling with laughter. "Mr Prentice just thanked us all for seeing him naked in school."
Peter stepped inside the building and was finally free of the boyish entourage filming him.
"Sit there," Mr Hart said. "Rory, find him some clothes."
"There," was a small sitting area right beside the main entrance and the school reception. Rory wisely did not argue with his father and ran off to find Peter's clothes.
"What about this?" Peter pulled on the restraints that bound his arms behind his back and exposed his armpit.
"In a minute," Mr Hart replied with an eyeroll.
The peak of excitement and exhilaration that Peter felt was subsiding and now he was just a nude, contaminated man in the school atrium.
"I think we may have exceeded the limit of damage the pictures Rory found would have caused," Mr Hart remarked depressingly.
Peter's past posing pictures were a distant memory. Peter's present posing problem was far more pressing.
"I never wanted any of this," Peter said miserably.
"Hmm," Rory's dad said neutrally.
"You know what Rory..." Peter started to ask.
"Mr Prentice, you are a man who had sex with my son who is fifteen," Mr Hart interrupted.
"He blackmailed me," Peter pointed out.
"Yea, whatever," Mr Hart said dismissively. "Who'll believe that after your exposure today? We can help you weather the controversy if you like."
Or? Or else? Peter didn't dare ask.
"Not much choice," Peter acknowledged.
Peter was still quite aware he was naked with the clothed man. Mr Hart would have exuded power if Peter had been dressed.
"How can I possibly live this down. It'll be all over the internet," Peter whined.
"The internet is a big place," Mr Hart said. "But yes, an astronomical number of people will see what happened to you."
Mr Heatless spoke again – there was no consolation or reassurance in his voice. He was amused.
"How will you help me weather that?" Peter asked.
"Oh no, everyone will see your massive penis and attractive body. How hard for you," Mr Hart remarked.
"My life is ruined," Peter murmured.
"Nonsense. Do you know how many public controversies private schools and their alumni have weathered?" Mr Hart replied. "Prime ministers who engaged in bestiality or lied as regularly as they breathed."
Elite dinners where waitresses in skimpy outfits were objectified or sexualised – without consequence despite media attention and watchdog investigations. Presidents who settle dozens of sex abuse charges out of court and fight another dozen in court (grab `em by the lawsuit... when you're rich they let you do it/ get away with it). It really was a different set of rules for people like Mr Hart and his son.
It seemed that all the rich and powerful had to do was offer trite, insincere apologies and ignore criticism for long enough and everyone would give up trying to hold them accountable. Is that all this would take? Pacify and pooh-pooh and diminish the media storm of a naked teacher in a school and eventually they'd forget?
"Why did Rory do this to me?" Peter asked.
"Ask him," Mr Hart replied disinterestedly.
"Why did you do this to me?" Peter asked.
"For pleasure, Mr Prentice. For amusement, maybe," Mr Hart replied. "You really are a very attractive man."
"And what if I decide to tell people what really..." Peter started to say without much conviction.
"You won't. At any rate, you need my help now more than ever," Mr Hart warned. "How does a bonus sound? Say... double your annual salary as a one-off payment?"
Was this terrible man really just going to pay him?
He really was solving things the wealthy way.
"Four times," Peter negotiated.
"Three," Mr Hart compromised.
"Five," Peter shot back.
Mr Hart smirked – impressed by the challenge and the boldness.
"Done!" he agreed.
"And a pay rise," Peter said.
"You're pushing your luck," Mr Hart commented.
"The whole school has seen me naked because of you," Peter retorted.
"I wasn't criticising," Mr Hart replied – in fact he was impressed. "A pay rise and a bonus. Done."
Rory arrived back, taking his time as he returned – carrying a bundle with him.
"I should go and speak to the Head Teacher. He'll have been escorted to his office by now and pacified but I suspect he's still having kittens," Mr Hart said.
The man's tone held disrespect and disdain that he had not shown Peter – despite the humiliation endured.
"Well, Mr Prentice... good luck with your classes on tomorrow," he sneered.
The teacher looked at his fifteen-year-old student as the man walked away.
"Please tell me you have the key to this thing?" Peter asked the teenager.
"Why, you don't want to go home like that?" Rory teased.
"Rory, please," Peter replied with exhaustion.
"I'm kidding," Rory said.
The schoolboy moved behind the man and unlocked both cuffs, loosening them so Peter could get free. Peter massaged his wrists and his arms – the relief was luxurious.
"Why did you do all this?" Peter asked.
"I told you earlier. You said a friend once tried to humiliated you and couldn't. You said I couldn't humiliate you," Rory said. "What do you think? Have I embarrassed you now, Mr Prentice?"
"Yes," Peter admitted softly.
Peter though of Charlie – his old university friend who used to try and embarrass him. He'd probably seen the pictures by now. Rory hadn't anticipated his dad and uncle et al would get involved so much. It was amazing and Rory had discovered he still had a lot to learn about power.
"Rory, where are my clothes?" Peter asked.
"Dunno," Rory replied disinterestedly. "I left them in your room. I assumed my dad or someone would give them to you, not parade you through the school buck naked."
"They weren't in my room," Peter noted.
"No. Guess some mischievous boy took them," the fifteen-year-old replied. "I mean, what kind of a person does that?"
Peter tried not to be charmed or infuriated by the bare faced irony.
"Are they for me?" Peter asked, nodding to the pile in Rory's arms.
"Yup," Rory replied.
The Sixth Former handed Peter the clothes first – a polo neck t-shirt and a pair of running shorts. Both had the school emblem. Peter felt mortified yet again to realise they were a boy's PE kit. At least they were big enough. Peter examined the t-shirt – it was big enough but... musky.
"Yes, Troy was wearing it during PE. Cross country this morning, seven miles... and it was a warm day," Rory remarked.
Troy was being given an eighteen-year-old boy's used PE kit? Sweaty and unwashed? Lying around in a hamper with other unwashed boys clothes for hours? Gross. Peter pulled it on – hardly believing he needed to wear it home. The polo shirt had the school logo on the breast and it hugged his chest. Peter handled the shorts that also had the school logo on it – they were almost damp. Although big enough, the running shorts would show off the man's inadequate, almost hairless legs and thighs. And...
"Did you cut the pouch out of this?" Peter asked.
There was obvious signs of tampering – inside there should have been genital support. Without it, Peter's not insubstantial flaccid penis would flop around quite prominently.
"Me? You think I would do that, Mr Prentice?" Rory replied innocently. "How dare you?"
Rory wasn't kidding anyone but he wasn't really trying. Peter pulled up the shorts that exposed his calves and three quarters of his muscular but almost hairless thighs.
"Here, I found these too..." Rory said.
The teen offered a pair of trainers that looked like they would actually fit. Peter had big feet so that couldn't have been easy. The trainers looked beaten and bruised with a few rips in them, a broken lace hole so the laces fastened weirdly and they would expose Peter's hairless, unsocked ankles.
"I found them at the back of an abandoned locker. They're kinda mouldy and gross," Rory remarked and then laughed. "They look like a poor person owned them."
"Yea, I've actually been looking for those," Peter joked as he reached for them.
There was a moment of sincere and hilarious laughter between the pair that subsided into a chuckle and then a smile. And then...
"I will never forgive you for this," Peter said seriously.
Rory looked like he had been slapped. It was perhaps the only genuine reaction of surprise, remorse or empathy the boy had shown or would show for what he had done to the unfortunate man.
"Right... ok..." Rory replied, lost for words and his lip nearly wobbling.
Peter stood up and walked past the teenager. The man would need to see the boy again tomorrow but there would be no repeat of these insane events. Not ever. Rory may be powerful but he had spent it all. He would need to find a new target.
Peter detoured to the nearest toilet where he washed his face and neck. He wanted to shower in the changing rooms or even just take the t-shirt off and rinse his chest to remove the teenage spirit from his body but he didn't trust that the t-shirt would not be stolen or some other tragedy.
Peter then returned to his room – smelly and barely refreshed but at least his face didn't have spunk on it. He checked his phone and had 133 missed calls. He had hundreds of Twitter notifications and hundreds of Facebook notifications. Instagram and Snapchat too. Dozens of text messages.
Friends, his dad, his cousins, his ex-boyfriend, university friends, old school friends...
[Are you ok?]
[Call me!]
[What the fuck?]
[WHAT THE FUCK!!!]
[Dis you?]
[Uh... Pete?]
[What the fuck is going on?]
[What were you thinking?]
[Peter! Do you know your pictures are EVERYWHERE?]
Peter couldn't read anymore. He walked out of the school in a Sixth Former's PE kit and carrying his bag with his phone, house keys and so on. Hell of a day to take the bus. The one saving grace was he caught a bus with no students or colleagues on it.
Peter sat halfway up the bus and sat down heavily, spreading his manly thighs and contemplating the end of the world. Which was the only way his face and cock would not be recognised in Tesco's the next time he was buying groceries.
Peter tied not to look at his phone but it was difficult. Sure enough, as he scrolled though every messaging and social media app his pictures were everywhere. He was tagged, his name was given. The comments were mostly complimentary. Lewd, but complimentary.
Except for the ones who wanted him to burn in hell for showing boys his penis.
Peter felt eyes on him – an evolutionary advantage to know when one was being stalked. One guy burst into laughter and moved down the bus. A woman shifted away. And older man scowled at him. A couple of lads covered their eyes and blushed. A trio of lads pointed and hopped off the bus, hooting.
A very cute guy with big brown eyes was looking at him intensely. Eventually, he stood up and came closer. Peter braced himself for the first of what he expected to be many comments and many recognitions.
"Hey," the young man said.
"Hi," Peter replied nervously.
"Eh... I don't know how to say this..." the young man said.
"I know. Yes, it's me. I already know..." Peter replied.
The young man looked bewildered.
"Eh... I was going to say your penis is hanging out of your shorts? That's why everyone is looking," the young man said.
"Fuc-," Peter responded.
Manspreading and the lack of lining in the shorts meant that his flaccid dick had been hanging out since he'd sat down. Peter closed his legs and hid his dick again.
"I mean, not that I'm complaining," the young man said flirtatiously.
"Sorry," Peter blushed.
"It's ok," the young man said. "I just figured someone should tell you... I wouldn't want you to be embarrassed."
And then Peter laughed and couldn't stop.
THE END!
This really is the end this time. I have no plans for a sequel but lots of ideas for other filthy "4alpha" stories (but not for a while) catch up on the others here:
AAAA - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/masturbation/aidens-accidental-autoerotic-assignment
JJJJ - https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jogging-joes-jaunty-journey/
My focus at the moment is on Noah, the Embarrassed Nudist (starting very soon) - the sequel to A Series of Embarrassing Events:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/highschool/a-series-of-embarrassing-events/
There will be another Anthology (next year, sorry):
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/anthology/
Followed by a culmination of those stories in the form of The SEX Men.
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