LARRY THE STUDENT BODY

[Tom Leo]

It is almost done. It is quite gay. I think you wil be satisfied. I am also a screenwriter, and a project came up, so the humiliation story had to take a back seat. I promise you'll have it by Christmas. Fans of small penis and wrestling stripping humiliation and reluctant male college nudity will be happy.

[NudeBaG]

It is almost done. It is quite gay. I think you wil be satisfied. I am also a screenwriter, and a project came up, so the humiliation story had to take a back seat. I promise you'll have it by Christmas. Fans of small penis and wrestling stripping humiliation and reluctant male college nudity will be happy.

Oh…
I don’t like doing this, but…
With all the hype, and then immediate alienation without context?
This is legit THE WORST POST EVER.
Undeserved hype?
That’s what you’re banking on?

[Jeepman89]

Not interested in sph or gay stories, no offence. LOL

[Robert Brooks]

Well, I am

Looking forward to this story when it comes out

[Tom Leo]

Now that I've promised it and set a date, I'm making myself work on it a little every other day. It may be done earlieer than I thought. I'm really just cleaning it up at this point (so to speak). Again, it will be long. I think I will drop it all at once, unless you guys prefer the chapter approach. Let me know.

[Robert Brooks]

Up to you, depends how many chapters we're talking. Maybe a few chapters at a time? It's very satrisfying to binge, but also fun to wait a couple of days.

[Tom Leo]

Chapterr, then. I may even post one today.

[Tom Leo]

OVERVIEW
There was a sizable portion of the gymnasium crowd—and this spanned all sexes, ages and genders—that was enjoying the concept of a young man’s skin being slowly revealed against his will. Each new baring of flesh, no matter where it was on the young man’s body, but especially if it was a heretofore private area, was cause for celebration with these voyeurs. And what made their enjoyment at said young man’s dilemma was that he seemed to derive no pleasure at all from his body being exposed. He seemed to not see any humor in it, he wasn’t laughing, smiling, or grinning, and indeed, appeared to be in mounting, sincere distress and increasingly extreme embarrassment. This nice-looking, athletic young man, Larry Martin, appeared to be utterly humiliated as inch by inch, his nakedness was increasing, and no one was stepping in to aid him, but instead were all mocking him and laughing at him and obviously relishing his nudity. These voyeurs knew that they were all happy they’d gotten out of bed that morning, and more importantly, that they had cameras on their mobiles. The voyeurs could relive Larry’s nudity at their leisure and as frequently as they wished. Some of the voyeurs would produce photographs or even videos and treasure them forever wickedly.

“LARRY, THE STUDENT BODY”

The coach was exasperated with Larry Martin. He was the laziest wrestler on the college wrestling team. The cute kid had potential, but he was not as fleet as the other guys, and this being college wrestling and not the WWF, he was expected to keep in shape. Larry was a redhead with hair like bushy fire, fair skin, about 5’7’. He was a wild child on campus and liked to drink, but he was not a bully. He was neither wildly popular or universally loathed.

Larry overly chided himself for his extra 2 or 3 pounds and envied the other guys on the team, especially Sheldon Scott, the big man on campus and the team’s most skilled athlete. Sheldon was a dark-haired boy next door type, a little shorter than Larry. Sheldon had brilliantly white teeth, a chiseled movie star face and a virtually perfect physique with zero body fat. Larry had practiced with him, but have never formally wrestled with the guy. It was no question, however, that Sheldon would be a formidable opponent for anyone. But Larry had never dared to wrestle Sheldon on a serious level.

That was about to change, against Larry’s will.

The annual fundraising team benefit with the wrestlers of the school wrestling each OTHER was coming up. This was a popular event, not only at the college, but with the people in the small town surrounding it.

Coach had ideas about this exhibition, which was always packed with both the faculty, students, and half the townies (particularly the older folks and the affluent gays who lived in the town). Each wrestler was to wrestle barefoot, as Coach wanted a sense of the semi-primitive to dominate the evening. Coach determined the pairings of his team members at a meeting/party with the guys about a week before the event.

This was usually done by Coach beforehand and simply “announced” at the party. Traditionally, Coach paired the guys according to skill and experience. He didn’t want to embarrass anybody, or so he thought.

The flyers for the event, already displayed all over the campus and the town, would be updated with new flyers announcing the freshly decided matchups and their placing in the “show”. New flyers featured candid pics (a few shirtless) of the wrestlers if the wrestlers decided to furnish them. Most wrestlers did. Larry was content to let the flyer feature his freshman yearbook photo, where was fully dressed in a shirt and tie.
No referee was used in these matches. The matches were to continue until one wrestler was pinned without question and forced to declare “mercy.” The wrestling was on enormous dark blue mats in the center of the gymnasium, underneath overhead lights that illuminated the wrestlers’ every bulging vein. Bleachers allowed views of the matches on both sides and folding chairs were set up for the wrestlers, the coach, and any overflow crowds (which was becoming the norm, especially after a previous year’s match where one wrestler got an erection and an audience member yelled it out to the crowd for attention, using a bullhorn with which he was mysteriously furnished.

That unfortunately exposed wrestler’s erection was concealed in his singlet, of course, but the singlet was a rather pale color, and the embarrassed wrestler, a talented athlete named Robby, had a rather large organ and the jockstrap had strained to conceal it. Robby rallied to win the match, so his humiliation had been tempered, but it had been the topic of the school for about a couple of weeks or so until Robby had to speak out and request that the incident be forgotten. Being a popular student, Robby was respected. (But of course, privately, there were snickers and a few pics exhibited and clandestinely passed around.)

FLASH: LARRY AND SHELDON ARE VIDEOTAPED BY ALAN, A BLACK STUDENT WHO’D HAD A DRUNKEN ALTERCATION WITH LARRY LAST YEAR.

This year’s event would for the first time be videotaped by three talented videography students, Lisa, Chan, and Alan, a black student who’d had a drunken altercation with Larry the previous year. Both students had had a shoving match at a party. The incident was over quickly, and normalcy had been restored without serious injury or repercussion, but Alan had resented Larry ever since because Larry boasted he’d won the tiff when it had actually been a draw. Alan would love a way to give Larry a bit of reality check.

Coach wanted the mediocre wrestler Larry to quit the team and open a slot for someone more naturally gifted at the sport. He already had someone in mind, a kid named Vance Lutch. He discussed his frustrations with Sheldon over beers in Coach’s apartment a few nights before Coach was to announce the matchups.

“If only I could do something to make him quit,” Coach said. “I don’t want to actually throw him off the team. He hasn’t actually DONE anything wrong. And anyway, I’ve never had to do that. But if only we had Vance Lutch.”

The magnetic, sexy Sheldon was sympathetic. He didn’t particularly like Larry and disdained his teammate’s slovenly ways. They weren’t enemies, but they were not at all close. Sheldon knew Vance Lutch and liked him. Vance indeed would be an ideal replacement for clumsy Larry Martin.
“I have an idea,” said Sheldon. It was an idea he’d entertained for a long time. He now saw a prime opportunity to make it happen.
“Whatcha got? I’ll listen to anything not too evil,” said Coach.

“Well, this is slightly evil, Coach. (laughs) Strip Larry naked. At the benefit. Let me do it, by accident. It is the ultimate humiliation for someone like Larry, who I can tell is modest about his body. I am sure he would quit immediately, to lose a wrestling match after being disrobed forcefully and shown off to a crowd.”

Coach chuckled. “You know, that might work. He is shy about his body, you know. Of course I notice shit like that with you guys in the showers. You may not have noticed, but Larry has big boy tits, and his nipples are inverted. I’ve made little kidding comments about that and he blushes like a tomato. He is shy that he has no hair on his chest. He’s Irish, you know. He feels inadequate. But you also wouldn’t know he’s Irish from his dick.”
Sheldon was beginning to also chuckle, rather uncontrollably. Coach was pleased.

Coach went on, amused. “Talk about inadequate! I’ve seen him in the showers. I’m sure he’s very shy about that widdle wee-wee and his marble balls. I hear the girls like his little butt. I can see that, even though frankly to me it’s a little shapely and jiggly when he’s on the mat. Maybe that’s WHY they like it. But he’s probably shy about even that being completely exposed. I mean, a naked guy in a match is going to probably show every nether region possible and I could see Larry’s butthole being exposed. I think Larry’s shy about all of himself. It’s weird he picked wrestling for a sport, where you have to expose a little of yourself in action.”

Coach realized he had just delivered an unusually graphic and intimate description of a student’s physique to another student. Sheldon was now silent, and looking at him with wide eyes and a shit-eating grin. Coach kept going. This was getting very interesting.
“How would you do this, Sheldon?”

“I’ll certainly use what you just told me so vividly and humorously, Coach. He’s probably going to wear that yellow singlet in his locker. He seems most comfortable in that, even though I’ve noticed the left strap falls off a lot and Larry kind of panics when he can’t get it back up.”
“Cause his boy tits are out. Well, one of them,” Coach laughed.

“So if I can get access to his locker the night before the matches, I can alter it a bit.”

“How?” said Coach. “I’m intrigued.”

“I’d work on the other strap so it falls a lot too. Both straps will eventually be off him down to his waist. It’ll mortify him. I’ll use the straps to get the singlet off him. And I’d sandpaper the ass part of the singlet so you can see his crack through it. I’ve notice you kind of can anyway.”
Coach grinned. “You gay, Sheldon? No offense.”

Sheldon smiled. “I’m not into labels, Coach.” And he wasn’t lying. Sheldon went both ways with equal enthusiasm.

Coach got them more beers. Coach himself was bisexual, although he preferred women. He had a fetish for humiliation. Of men only. He also had been fascinated by the idea of a forced, public stripping, and he now knew others did as well. Like this kid Sheldon, who clearly was aroused by this conversation. Coach realized his earlier, graphic observations of Larry’s physique had signaled to Sheldon that he was indeed a kindred spirit when it came to this sort of thing.

Coach continued. “OK, go on. What happens next?”

Sheldon was thrilled that his masculine but naughty Coach seemed to be responding to his devilish ideas, but by now he wasn’t surprised at Coach’s mounting enthusiasm. “Not much with the poor, doomed singlet. I’ve altered garments before. I’ll work on it so it looks OK until he pulls it on. Then he will notice something is very off. By then it will be too late. Make sure he doesn’t take that singlet home suddenly.”

“I’ll have pass keys to the lockers. I’ll check on it every day. If I have to, I’ll remove it as if he forgot it. Then I’ll give it to you, you can work on it, and I’ll “find” it a few hours before he looks in his locker or something. I’ll handle this part easily. Larry forgets stuff all the time.”

“Tell him you washed it or something. At any rate, make sure it’s what he wears.”

“No problem. Poor, doomed singlet. Poor, doomed Larry.” Coach was grinning. “SO…….

“There’s nothing else to do on your end until the match begins. Make sure you have a bottle of baby oil from the oil match near your seat.” (One of the more popular matches was an oil match. Especially with the girls).

Coach arched an eyebrow. Baby oil? Then he laughed.

Sheldon went on. “OK, so now Larry and me are on the mat. I know I could defeat this doofus even under normal circumstances, but this will be fun for me because I like to tease people, especially in front of an audience. I am a big joker, really.”

“Like when you tickled that guy from Cooligan Science for a few minutes,” remembered Coach.

Sheldon had been blessed to have playful access to another wrestler’s exposed armpit in a recent match. He had briefly tickled it, and the other wrestler was more ticklish than most guys. He had let out war whoops of laughter. The audience had enjoyed it. But the ref had admonished Sheldon to stop. So he complied. The other wrestler had then thanked Sheldon profusely. The ref had chided Sheldon afterwards, but the ref had been grinning (and aroused, Sheldon had noticed).

But to Larry’s upcoming chagrin, there would be NO referees in this match, grinning or otherwise.

Sheldon continued, “I’ll wrestle around with Larry, throw him, then begin to play with his only clothing, which by now is going to kind of unravel and fall off and maybe even rip.’

Coach interjected, “But that’s not his only clothing. He wears a g-string.”

“Because he doesn’t need a jock, huh?” Sheldon giggled.

“Pretty much,” Coach laughed.

Larry’s g-string was, considering Larry’s overall modesty, a rather small, thin piece of fabric with equally small, thin straps holding it up. Larry wore it because he’d gotten it on sale, he didn’t feel the need to buy another one because no one ever saw or had ever seen it, and it held his modest genitals tightly and covered Larry’s generous pubes as well. It was comfortable to compete in.

“That G-string will be toast as well,” Sheldon declared.

Coach laughed. “Wow. You are determined.”

“But I won’t be NAKED. Larry will,” Sheldon drolly replied, chugging a beer.

Sheldon burped and continued, “Yeahhhhh. OK, now that poor, blushing Larry is completely naked in front of the whole school, the fun begins.”
Coach says “Wait. This goes ON after he’s naked?”

Then Coach remembered the curious reference to baby oil.

Sheldon: “Absolutely. This is being videotaped.”

Coach gasped. He had completely forgotten about the student videographers, Lisa, Chan and Alan. Poor Larry. This will be preserved for all time. Coach knew Alan wasn’t fond of Larry.

Poor Larry, thought Coach, and Coach realized he was getting hard.

Sheldon bragged: “I’ll keep him nude, parade him around, and even if he’s yelling mercy, which he probably will, I will NOT pin him. Then I’ll begin to tickle and play around with his body. I’ll monitor the crowd to see how far they’re comfortable with that. Then, if they are, this is where you and the oil come in.”

Coach: “I think I see where this is going. I’m not going to masturbate him. I’d lose my job.”

Sheldon: “Of course not. All I want you to do is hand me the oil. I’ll do the rest.”

Coach suddenly realized how devastating this would be to Larry, with his imperfect but certainly friendly-to-the-eyes body being stripped in front of his friends, teachers, fellow wrestlers, and the townspeople he would encounter every day.

Coach said nothing. But he now had a full erection so he crossed his legs.

Then Coach informed Sheldon, “One of the videographers, Alan, is not a fan of Larry.”

Sheldon smiled confidently and maliciously. “I know all about that. And I will use it. I know Alan. I won’t tell him what we’re planning, but I will tell him to ‘Make sure you get shots of all of Larry as I beat him.’ He’ll catch on as the match gets worse for Larry and he gets more humiliated, I guarantee it. Alan is one of us, Coach.”

Coach was astonished at how quickly their erotic plan had come to life. He thought it appropriate to display misgivings.
“Sheldon,” Coach murmured, mock-gravely. “Do you think we’re going too far?”

Instantly Sheldon proclaimed, exuberantly, “Absolutely not, Coach! This is college!”

Sheldon had a potato chip and began to wrap up his presentation. “So let’s go over it one more time…..”

And they did, with more beer, and with more beer, they got more merry at Larry’s upcoming humiliation and embarrassment. And their own perverse desire to orchestrate and witness it. With the town.

No other wrestler would be informed of this subterfurge, but in the ensuing days both Coach and Sheldon could not resist dropping hints. For instance:

Coach told Rusty, Larry’s roommate, to “be sure to attend the benefit, your roomie’s gonna really stand out.” (This tuned out to be a prescient statement.)

Sheldon lay a few bread crumbs amongst the other wrestlers with comments like these:

“Wouldn’t it be funny if one of us got stripped naked in front of town?” No wrestler thought it would be funny if this happened and most reacted in mock-horror. Typical responses: “I’d leave campus.” “I’d leave the country.” “I’d die a thousand deaths.” “That would NEVER happen.” “That’s too gay.” “That would be awful.”

One day to Alan, who was hanging out with a few of the wrestlers, Sheldon opined, “Ever notice how Larry’s strap problem just seems to get worse. Why doesn’t he just buy another one?”

“He’s cheap,” was the universal reply. Alan added, “I wish he would get a new one, but I love it when the strap falls and he has to grab it to cover those jiggling mammaries of his.”

Sheldon was thrilled. He hadn’t known how many others had noticed Larry’s distaste of having his pecs exposed. And now, he knew that now he had total confirmation that Alan, not even a fellow wrestler but merely a casual observer, was a partner in crime who was going to easily use this knowledge of Larry’s shyness to his vengeful advantage. And Alan would be photographing for all time the hapless Larry trying to cover not only his titties, but his entire body, including his tiny penis and balls and his butthole (which Sheldon was determined be exposed shockingly and often, unless stopped by security).

But Sheldon did raise more than a few eyebrows when he asked any of the wrestlers if any of them owned a vibrator or “knew someone who did.” However, one wrestler informed Sheldon he might know where a vibrator could be obtained.

“It’s for a joke,” Sheldon explained. “Nothing more than that. I’ll pay you a few bucks.”

“I can give you a vibrator right now,” interjected Alan. “It’s still in the box. I was gonna give it to my ex-girlfriend to get her to leave me alone. Fuck her, I’ll just keep ignoring the bitch.”

“Of course, Alan,” Sheldon assured him, knowing this vibrator would soon become part of campus legend.

When Alan delivered the boxed, black vibrator to Sheldon in his dorm room, he did it with a wink. “It’s got new batteries,” he said, then winked again and left. Sheldon examined the black vibrator when he took it out. He tested it. It whirred. Against Larry’s pale skin, it would certainly be noticeable.

Sheldon pleasured himself with it later that evening as if to christen it.

Over more beers a few days later, Sheldon informed Coach he was going to use this vibrator on Larry when Larry was completely nude. “I’ll need it to be hidden somewhere close to the mat,” Sheldon mused.

“We can hide it near the end of the row, if you can get down there to grab it,” said Coach. “I’ll make sure that chair is empty by putting a “RESERVED” sign on it.” It was agreed the black vibrator would be placed in a red, rolled plaid shirt underneath the chair, minutes before the matches.

“What are you going to do with it?” asked Coach. “This is getting downright kinky.”

Sheldon laughed. “I’ll use it for a joke. Just wait. I’m not gonna club him with it or anything.”

“What color is it?” asked Coach.

“Midnight black,” answered Sheldon. “He’ll feel it.”

The coach and his student laughed heartily.

Larry had no idea there was major, nefarious, calculatingly relentless planning going on with the goal of stripping him naked in public and humiliating him for possibly a full half hour (it would run triple that in the end). This was probably a good thing, because already Larry was suffering anxiety about the upcoming event. He worried about who he would be paired with, especially. Larry hoped he got paired with George or Keith, who were more on his level, and who were friends he’d wrestled with before for recreation. Larry just hoped it wasn’t Sheldon. But he doubted Coach would do that, since Sheldon was clearly a superior wrestler and it would be a slam dunk for the dark-haired hunk and probable humiliation for the slightly chunky Larry, and although Larry knew he was on thin ice with Coach, he didn’t think Coach would deliberately embarrass him in front of the entire school. And the town, Larry thought, with an odd foreboding refusing to stop nagging at him.

Larry worked out a bit more than usual and always took his quick, in-and-out showers in the locker room afterwards. He did not like to be seen naked by other guys, ever, but he would not walk around campus in sweat. Larry had only been naked with a girl once, and it had been OK, because she was a little pudgy herself. But to be seen naked by superior physical male specimens, such as the charismatic Sheldon, was way too much for Larry.

Larry had obsessed over his chest since he hit puberty. Although he had a full head of fully Irish red hair, and ample enough armpit hair, his masculine chest was virtually hairless. His father had mocked him for it more than once. “If you firmed up those boobs, maybe something would happen. Your titties look like they’re gonna lactate.” Larry’s dad had said this in front of the entire family and Larry had brooded for days about the ensuing laughter. Speaking of his “boobs”, Larry hated his inverted nipples, which were a little large, he thought, and were, frankly, easily aroused. Even a certain type of shirt would set them off, and more than once, the outline of a nipple would emerge quite noticeably through the shirt, making Larry very self-conscious, because more than once a well-meaning jokester had tweaked him there and Larry had not enjoyed that. This was why Larry was so sure to keep those singlet straps in place. He wanted no scrutiny of his (to him) odd breasts.

Larry was also insecure about how much his butt cheeks showed through the singlet, but he had told himself there was nothing he could do about that, as it was college wrestling after all, so he tried to put it out of his mind. After all, it was just his butt. It wasn't like he would be naked.

TO BE CONTINUED