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Exposing Eric
Chapter 10. The Long Short Walk
Eric stands next to his dad's car, feeling for the first time what it's like to stand outdoors while naked, as the cool breeze blowing causes chill
bumps to pop up on his bare butt. Eric shivers, partly from the cold air, partly from a spasm of fear and apprehension. Elizabeth, the girl who
he sent the unsolicited video to, is in that house along with her parents most likely. None of this is going according to the plan Eric had when
he hatched the bold and daring scheme. He thought he was so clever. Somehow he had figured Elizabeth wrong. Somehow she was not thrilled
to see Eric's naked workout and jerkoff video. Well, Eric's dad, as he detailed how his son's plan had derailed halfway to its destination, did
mention the girl thought the first part (the shorts falling off part) was somewhat humorous. He should have stopped there and waited to see
how Elizabeth responded to the quick showing of his dick in an apparent wardrobe malfunction.
"Better get a move on," Mr. Smiley says. "Don't make me get out of this car and drag you in there."
Eric looks at his father, who still has the motor running. "You're not coming in?"
"I'll get a full report later. You're going to be here a while, and I have to get back to the house. There's a family reunion going on over there."
Even more dismayed, knowing he must step into Elizabeth's place all by himself, Eric turns toward the house. The short walk to the door is
the longest walk of his life. Standing at the door, an impressively large door made of dark brown wood, with intricate carvings on it that looked
like ancient symbols, Eric feels a sudden urge to run away. But where can he go? Where can he hide, barely knowing this neighborhood?
The door has a large and long metal vertical handlebar, not a regular doorknob, and it looks like it takes a large key to fit into the locking
mechanism. The heavy door looks like it opens onto a murky dungeon, not the entrance into a family residence. Eric knocks on the door. Maybe
the knocks were too timid, as there is no response. Eric pushes the doorbell. BONG, BONG is the sound he hears resonating beyond the door.
A moment later the massive door swings open. A tall, broad shouldered and big boned man stands in the entryway.
"You must be Eric," the man says. and Eric assumes it must be Elizabeth's dad. The guy is huge, with muscles rippling underneath a tight
fitting t-shirt, which is brown and tan in a camoflage pattern. 'OH FUCK', Eric thinks to himself. Is this guy part of the military? Maybe he is
a hunter. Does the guy have guns? Eric can feel his hands shaking, even his toes are twitching.
Standing naked, hands covering the crotch, Eric feels like prey, small and weak and totally vulnerable. And to think he tried to impress
Elizabeth by doing twenty pushups with an equal number of pullups. Eric turns one last time to look at the car. His dad waves goodbye,
then gunning the motor he speeds off down the street, and Eric is left alone to reap what he sowed.
Chapter 10. The Long Short Walk
Eric stands next to his dad's car, feeling for the first time what it's like to stand outdoors while naked, as the cool breeze blowing causes chill
bumps to pop up on his bare butt. Eric shivers, partly from the cold air, partly from a spasm of fear and apprehension. Elizabeth, the girl who
he sent the unsolicited video to, is in that house along with her parents most likely. None of this is going according to the plan Eric had when
he hatched the bold and daring scheme. He thought he was so clever. Somehow he had figured Elizabeth wrong. Somehow she was not thrilled
to see Eric's naked workout and jerkoff video. Well, Eric's dad, as he detailed how his son's plan had derailed halfway to its destination, did
mention the girl thought the first part (the shorts falling off part) was somewhat humorous. He should have stopped there and waited to see
how Elizabeth responded to the quick showing of his dick in an apparent wardrobe malfunction.
"Better get a move on," Mr. Smiley says. "Don't make me get out of this car and drag you in there."
Eric looks at his father, who still has the motor running. "You're not coming in?"
"I'll get a full report later. You're going to be here a while, and I have to get back to the house. There's a family reunion going on over there."
Even more dismayed, knowing he must step into Elizabeth's place all by himself, Eric turns toward the house. The short walk to the door is
the longest walk of his life. Standing at the door, an impressively large door made of dark brown wood, with intricate carvings on it that looked
like ancient symbols, Eric feels a sudden urge to run away. But where can he go? Where can he hide, barely knowing this neighborhood?
The door has a large and long metal vertical handlebar, not a regular doorknob, and it looks like it takes a large key to fit into the locking
mechanism. The heavy door looks like it opens onto a murky dungeon, not the entrance into a family residence. Eric knocks on the door. Maybe
the knocks were too timid, as there is no response. Eric pushes the doorbell. BONG, BONG is the sound he hears resonating beyond the door.
A moment later the massive door swings open. A tall, broad shouldered and big boned man stands in the entryway.
"You must be Eric," the man says. and Eric assumes it must be Elizabeth's dad. The guy is huge, with muscles rippling underneath a tight
fitting t-shirt, which is brown and tan in a camoflage pattern. 'OH FUCK', Eric thinks to himself. Is this guy part of the military? Maybe he is
a hunter. Does the guy have guns? Eric can feel his hands shaking, even his toes are twitching.
Standing naked, hands covering the crotch, Eric feels like prey, small and weak and totally vulnerable. And to think he tried to impress
Elizabeth by doing twenty pushups with an equal number of pullups. Eric turns one last time to look at the car. His dad waves goodbye,
then gunning the motor he speeds off down the street, and Eric is left alone to reap what he sowed.
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Exposing Eric
Chapter 11. Surprises in the Audience
Eric has the second most forlorn feeling of his life as he watched his father drive away, leaving him alone and without clothing.
"Step in here, boy. You belong to me for the time being. You can call me Mr. Monger, or better still always say to me 'YES SIR' when you speak
to me. Do you read me loud and clear?"
"Yes Mr. Monger...ya ya yes sir, whatever you say sir," Eric says to the tall and well-built man, who also happens to have an intimidating
moustache that is big and bushy.
"Good. Now get your scrawny ass in here," Mr. Monger hisses in a fashion similar to how Clint Eastwood spit out most of his lines in the war
movie "Heartbreak Ridge". The sound is menacing and deadly, and Eric can barely get his feet moving as he takes several steps into the house.
Eric has the most forlorn feeling of his life as he watches the door swing closed, trapping him inside.
What happens next is shocking. The next person he sees walks in from the next room, and it's a face he recognizes, the smiling face of Mrs.
Welch, the school counselor. It's the job of a school counselor to always be present with a happy face each day, but this expression goes beyond
the usual "Don't Worry...Be Happy" demeanor. Mrs. Welch looks absolutely radiant; she's so beaming with bubbly joy. Her smile gets even bigger
as she greets the naked student. She almost laughs after looking the trembling boy up and down, and she even went around the backside to
gaze upon Eric's less than impressively muscled legs and buttocks.
"I've always wanted to see more of you, Eric. I rarely get to visit with a student longer than thirty minutes. Today I'll be able to observe and
evaluate you for hours."
Eric looks down at his feet, clutches his crotch even tighter. Mr. Monger is getting impatient.
"Okay, let's get a move on into the living room. It's time you got to meet your accuser."
With his eyes darting around from side to side, looking for hazards, looking for some possible way out of this mess, Eric is taken into the
living room. The room is huge, large enough to host a massive party. At one end of the room a stage has been erected. It's only a foot off the
floor but it has some room with a span of around eight feet by eight feet, making a fairly large square of plywood planking. Elizabeth and her
mother are seated at the center of a row of chairs, with a total of six chairs. The others seated are introduced by Elizabeth's father. Two older
brothers sit to the left of Elizabeth and those two boys look angry, glowering at Eric like they want to rush over to stomp his lights out. Mrs.
Welch steps over to sit down next to Elizabeth's mother, and the final chair is filled by none other than the high school principal, Mrs. Concord,
who looks as dour as ever, like even this is taking up too much of her precious time.
"Eric will take the stage and this...um, it's not a show...Eric's performance, the demonstrations will begin," says the counselor.
Looking around the room, Mr. Monger is not in sight. Would this be a good moment to run for the door? The urge to run is very strong, like a
survival instinct, fight or flight and Eric is in no mood or position to do any fighting. He controls his impulses (and wishes he had controlled
them a week or so earlier when he thought up that stupid video message idea), and he takes the stage, making the big step up onto the
plywood platform to stand before his accuser as Mr. Monger put it. Eric stands naked and afraid as Elizabeth and her immediate family watch
from their seated positions. Eric never knew there could be such a level of shame for what is a natural state of being. After all, everyone
comes into this world with nothing covering their skin. Up on a stage Eric stands taller than those who gaze upon him, but he has never felt
smaller. Elizabeth looks at him with no sympathy, no mercy can be detected in those same eyes that Eric once could gaze into for hours,
such pretty blue eyes. Those once warm and inviting eyes look so cold a shiver runs through his body. Under his cupped hands he can feel his
balls trying to shrivel up.
Mr. Monger comes back into the room, having changed his appearance slightly, now wearing black army boots and a freaking drill sergeant
hat on his head to match the camouflage t-shirt. Storming onto the stage, Elizabeth's father is ready to dish out the punishment, and he gets
right up into Eric's face.
"Eric Smiley, it's nice of you to join us today. I learned from my daughter that you like to show yourself off. You seem to be very proud of your
physique. I understand you like to work out your muscles. Now you will drop and give me twenty."
Eric is scared, and for once not eager to reveal his private parts. But he has no choice, stuck at this house for an unknown period of time. Maybe
the faster he gets this punishment done the faster he'll be picked up by his dad. Eric drops, and he knocks out twenty pushups as he hears some
murmuring going on among the audience, but he doesn't look up to see who is doing the talking. Eric can imagine how they must be making
fun of his unathletic body, his skinny butt sticking up, the flaccid cock barely hanging down. The self-delusional fantasy about his body is busted.
He knows he's no Tarzan, no Romeo. He's just a scrawny little nerd with a weird fetish. Getting back up after doing the twenty pushups he
covers himself up again.
"Did I say you can cover up your little boy parts?" Mr. Monger bellows. "Drop your arms to the side when you stand before me you sniveling little
coward."
Quickly dropping his hands, Eric is fully exposed for the first time in front of Elizabeth and her family. After a minute, an agonizingly long
minute, as the girl of his dreams gets her first full look at a live version of the "Teen Fitness Show". Tony and Teddy, the two brothers are now
grinning instead of scowling, but the change in facial expressions does nothing to make Eric feel better. Even Mrs. Concord is starting to look
like she's enjoying the sights and sounds of this.
"Drop and give me twenty," Mr. Monger yells out again.
For the second set of pushups Eric can't knock them out at the same rate of speed. He's slower and not showing the most perfect of form. He's
actually never done more than twenty-five pushups at one time before, never taken working out as seriously as he did the showy videos he
seriously put together. The Mr. Teen Fitness Dude is a total fraud, and now Elizabeth knows it.
"Stop, stop," Mr. Monger yells. "This is terrible. Stand up." After Eric stands up Elizabeth's dad turn toward the school counselor. "Is there
anything you can do to help Eric do a better job of working out? This boy needs some help."
Mrs. Welch gets to her feet. "I think I have the thing for you," the counselor says, and she takes out a whistle, blows it loudly.
Suddenly there is a noise from the other side of the room. It's the noise of footsteps marching in rhythm, footfalls on a carpet. From the
entrance to a hallway is a most unexpected sight. A single file line of cheerleaders emerges from the darkened corridor. Stepping into the room
the cheerleaders line up beside the stage. Eric counts six cheerleaders and the Cheer Team coach tagging along behind. The cheerleaders
wear the colors of Eric's high school. These are the varsity cheerleaders and Eric has never seen any one of them so close before in their short
skirts and pom poms, and now six of them are assembled before him, giggling and smiling oh so sweetly, their eyeballs feasting on his bared
body. It took a full measure of effort for Eric to keep his hands at his sides, and where he was scared before...now he's petrified. Everything
but his dick feels stiff.
"Come on girls. Eric Smiley needs a little encouragement to make it through his strenous workout," Mr. Monger says to the assembly of the
hottest females to populate the school. "He's done less than forty pushups and he's already plum tuckered out. Let's get him doing some
jumping jacks. Show him how to jump girls. Eric can use some inspiration to get him jacked up."
Chapter 11. Surprises in the Audience
Eric has the second most forlorn feeling of his life as he watched his father drive away, leaving him alone and without clothing.
"Step in here, boy. You belong to me for the time being. You can call me Mr. Monger, or better still always say to me 'YES SIR' when you speak
to me. Do you read me loud and clear?"
"Yes Mr. Monger...ya ya yes sir, whatever you say sir," Eric says to the tall and well-built man, who also happens to have an intimidating
moustache that is big and bushy.
"Good. Now get your scrawny ass in here," Mr. Monger hisses in a fashion similar to how Clint Eastwood spit out most of his lines in the war
movie "Heartbreak Ridge". The sound is menacing and deadly, and Eric can barely get his feet moving as he takes several steps into the house.
Eric has the most forlorn feeling of his life as he watches the door swing closed, trapping him inside.
What happens next is shocking. The next person he sees walks in from the next room, and it's a face he recognizes, the smiling face of Mrs.
Welch, the school counselor. It's the job of a school counselor to always be present with a happy face each day, but this expression goes beyond
the usual "Don't Worry...Be Happy" demeanor. Mrs. Welch looks absolutely radiant; she's so beaming with bubbly joy. Her smile gets even bigger
as she greets the naked student. She almost laughs after looking the trembling boy up and down, and she even went around the backside to
gaze upon Eric's less than impressively muscled legs and buttocks.
"I've always wanted to see more of you, Eric. I rarely get to visit with a student longer than thirty minutes. Today I'll be able to observe and
evaluate you for hours."
Eric looks down at his feet, clutches his crotch even tighter. Mr. Monger is getting impatient.
"Okay, let's get a move on into the living room. It's time you got to meet your accuser."
With his eyes darting around from side to side, looking for hazards, looking for some possible way out of this mess, Eric is taken into the
living room. The room is huge, large enough to host a massive party. At one end of the room a stage has been erected. It's only a foot off the
floor but it has some room with a span of around eight feet by eight feet, making a fairly large square of plywood planking. Elizabeth and her
mother are seated at the center of a row of chairs, with a total of six chairs. The others seated are introduced by Elizabeth's father. Two older
brothers sit to the left of Elizabeth and those two boys look angry, glowering at Eric like they want to rush over to stomp his lights out. Mrs.
Welch steps over to sit down next to Elizabeth's mother, and the final chair is filled by none other than the high school principal, Mrs. Concord,
who looks as dour as ever, like even this is taking up too much of her precious time.
"Eric will take the stage and this...um, it's not a show...Eric's performance, the demonstrations will begin," says the counselor.
Looking around the room, Mr. Monger is not in sight. Would this be a good moment to run for the door? The urge to run is very strong, like a
survival instinct, fight or flight and Eric is in no mood or position to do any fighting. He controls his impulses (and wishes he had controlled
them a week or so earlier when he thought up that stupid video message idea), and he takes the stage, making the big step up onto the
plywood platform to stand before his accuser as Mr. Monger put it. Eric stands naked and afraid as Elizabeth and her immediate family watch
from their seated positions. Eric never knew there could be such a level of shame for what is a natural state of being. After all, everyone
comes into this world with nothing covering their skin. Up on a stage Eric stands taller than those who gaze upon him, but he has never felt
smaller. Elizabeth looks at him with no sympathy, no mercy can be detected in those same eyes that Eric once could gaze into for hours,
such pretty blue eyes. Those once warm and inviting eyes look so cold a shiver runs through his body. Under his cupped hands he can feel his
balls trying to shrivel up.
Mr. Monger comes back into the room, having changed his appearance slightly, now wearing black army boots and a freaking drill sergeant
hat on his head to match the camouflage t-shirt. Storming onto the stage, Elizabeth's father is ready to dish out the punishment, and he gets
right up into Eric's face.
"Eric Smiley, it's nice of you to join us today. I learned from my daughter that you like to show yourself off. You seem to be very proud of your
physique. I understand you like to work out your muscles. Now you will drop and give me twenty."
Eric is scared, and for once not eager to reveal his private parts. But he has no choice, stuck at this house for an unknown period of time. Maybe
the faster he gets this punishment done the faster he'll be picked up by his dad. Eric drops, and he knocks out twenty pushups as he hears some
murmuring going on among the audience, but he doesn't look up to see who is doing the talking. Eric can imagine how they must be making
fun of his unathletic body, his skinny butt sticking up, the flaccid cock barely hanging down. The self-delusional fantasy about his body is busted.
He knows he's no Tarzan, no Romeo. He's just a scrawny little nerd with a weird fetish. Getting back up after doing the twenty pushups he
covers himself up again.
"Did I say you can cover up your little boy parts?" Mr. Monger bellows. "Drop your arms to the side when you stand before me you sniveling little
coward."
Quickly dropping his hands, Eric is fully exposed for the first time in front of Elizabeth and her family. After a minute, an agonizingly long
minute, as the girl of his dreams gets her first full look at a live version of the "Teen Fitness Show". Tony and Teddy, the two brothers are now
grinning instead of scowling, but the change in facial expressions does nothing to make Eric feel better. Even Mrs. Concord is starting to look
like she's enjoying the sights and sounds of this.
"Drop and give me twenty," Mr. Monger yells out again.
For the second set of pushups Eric can't knock them out at the same rate of speed. He's slower and not showing the most perfect of form. He's
actually never done more than twenty-five pushups at one time before, never taken working out as seriously as he did the showy videos he
seriously put together. The Mr. Teen Fitness Dude is a total fraud, and now Elizabeth knows it.
"Stop, stop," Mr. Monger yells. "This is terrible. Stand up." After Eric stands up Elizabeth's dad turn toward the school counselor. "Is there
anything you can do to help Eric do a better job of working out? This boy needs some help."
Mrs. Welch gets to her feet. "I think I have the thing for you," the counselor says, and she takes out a whistle, blows it loudly.
Suddenly there is a noise from the other side of the room. It's the noise of footsteps marching in rhythm, footfalls on a carpet. From the
entrance to a hallway is a most unexpected sight. A single file line of cheerleaders emerges from the darkened corridor. Stepping into the room
the cheerleaders line up beside the stage. Eric counts six cheerleaders and the Cheer Team coach tagging along behind. The cheerleaders
wear the colors of Eric's high school. These are the varsity cheerleaders and Eric has never seen any one of them so close before in their short
skirts and pom poms, and now six of them are assembled before him, giggling and smiling oh so sweetly, their eyeballs feasting on his bared
body. It took a full measure of effort for Eric to keep his hands at his sides, and where he was scared before...now he's petrified. Everything
but his dick feels stiff.
"Come on girls. Eric Smiley needs a little encouragement to make it through his strenous workout," Mr. Monger says to the assembly of the
hottest females to populate the school. "He's done less than forty pushups and he's already plum tuckered out. Let's get him doing some
jumping jacks. Show him how to jump girls. Eric can use some inspiration to get him jacked up."
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