The Freshman Show

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Just make it fun for the girls

No issues there. They are certainly having fun.

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Chapter 3: Standing on a Chair

Through all the noise, Jamie said into the microphone, "Ladies, take your places."

One girl immediately jumped out of the crowd for each of us losing guys. Emily, of course, came up to me, with this big smile. She looked down at my undershorts and then up at me. "Those shorts are going to be a great trophy, Brian! I'll have to hang them in my room so I can look back and remember this night over and over!"

Some of the other girls set up a row of folding chairs behind us, and Jamie said into the microphone, "Okay, losers. Up on your chairs. We want to make sure everyone has a great view for the Freshman Show."

Cue the raucous cheering and humiliating taunts:

“Softball girls ONE, baseball boys ZERO!”
"Looks like we're your captains now, losers!"
"Did you guys even practice for this???"
"Don't be shy. I'm sure we've seen smaller! Not that we're judging!"

Then with us all standing on our chairs, in nothing but our undershorts, Jamie gestured for us to stand straight up and look forward. Then she spoke into the microphone: "Losers, say hello to the ladies."

We barely looked up, and quietly said "hello."

"Now before the full Freshman Show, I'd like to give one lucky boy the opportunity to speak. Who should I choose, ladies?"

Oh, god. Jamie was basically asking for a voice vote from all the girls to see which one of us she should torment even more! The shouting went on forever, as the girls were arguing with each other and pointing at the guy they wanted to humiliate most, chanting names and everything.

But during all the commotion, I looked down at Emily, and she looked like she had dropped the act, and she was just the regular person that I knew. She kind of glanced in the direction of my privates and then whispered to me, "Psst. Brian. I'm guessing you don't want them to pick you. Is that right?"

"Oh my god. Emily. No, I don't want to have to speak. This is bad enough."

She gently asked, "Is it because you have a boner, and you don't want to call attention to yourself?"

"Um, yeah, I guess that's part of it."

"Right. I understand. Because I bet that would be rough."

Now I was starting to wonder if she was actually an ally or if she was playing me. I was hoping she had become an ally, but I wasn't sure.

"No, I get it. You've been teased enough tonight. The last thing you need is everyone looking at your boner through your shorts right before I pull them down."

Oh, crap. It didn't look like she was much of an ally.

"Here," she said, quietly. "Turn around and face me." I turned away from the girls in the stands like Emily asked. I had no idea what she wanted. And then she came up close to me and reached out with her right hand and started squeezing my cock through my shorts. Holy shit. She had just been fucking with me, trying to get me completely hard. And boy did it work. Fast. And then she actually reached inside and positioned it so it wasn't pointing to the side or up, but it was just bulging straight out, pressing against the front of my shorts, just straight out, or at least, as straight out as she could get it inside my shorts.

Then she gave me kind of a satisfied look, like she was saying, "There you go, Brian. Now you're nice and hard. That should help you make an impression!" And she gestured for me to turn back and face all the girls. So I did. There was nothing else I could do. But I did cup my hands in front of me, to try and hide it as best as I could.

The cheering was louder and louder as the girls called out the name of they guy they wanted Jamie to talk to. All I could think was Please not me... please not me...

But then I looked down and Emily was waving my shorts in the air and calling "Jamie! Jamie! Jamie." She was bouncing up and down like a school girl. So sure enough, Jamie walked right up to me.

"Emily," Jamie said. "You nominate Brian to speak? Why is that?"

And Emily just reached out and pulled my hands behind my back and said, "Because he's the only guy up here with a stiffie! So that means he must want to be the center of attention!"

You should have heard the cheers and catcalls.

My blood was literally boiling and my face was so red. I even started shaking—physically shaking. And I looked out, and through all the cheers and chanting of my name, I saw a girl covering her mouth in mock horror, and she pointed at me with her other hand and said to the girls around her, "Oh my god! Look at Brian. Not only is he hard, but it's pointing straight out! And he's shaking. Poor guy! Hahahaha!"

Jamie approached me, looked at my crotch, and said, "I think Emily's right, Brian." Then she turned to all the girls. "What do you say, ladies? Do we nominate Brian to speak?"

Another raucous chant began: "Brian! Brian! Brian!"

I looked down at Emily, still holding my hands behind my back (not like I was bothering to struggle; I knew there was no point), and she just gave me this satisfied smirk, as if to say, "Too bad, Brian. I'm in charge. So suck it up and deal with it."

"Brian," Jamie said.

"Yes," I answered quietly.

"Okay, Emily. You can let go of him. I don't think he'll move."

I glanced down, and there it was for all the girls to see, right through my compression shorts. And I was shy, too. Even when I was with a girl, I never liked her to see me with the lights on. So this? In a brightly lit gym, standing on a chair, in front of a whole team of girls who were as close as three feet away, about to be stripped naked by a cute girl who I had been crushing on? I mean, I was going to literally be on full display. They'd all see my crazy-embarrassing boner the second my shorts came off. This was beyond what I could handle. But here I was. I had no choice.

Emily let go of my arms, and immediately there were more catcalls and taunts.

"Hey, Brian, why the red face?"
"Didn't you know what the Freshman Show was all about???"
"Yeah! You're the freshman, and this is the show!"
"Don't worry Brian. We almost feel bad for you... almost!"

There was so much laughing as each of the girls tried to say something more humiliating than the next.

Jamie got the girls to settle down a bit, and then she said to me, "Okay, Brian. Tell us. Are you looking forward to showing us what you've got?"

Anything she said sent the audience into fits of cheers and laughter. But she was serious. She actually wanted me to answer her degrading question. She put the microphone in my face. I looked down, and there was the oh-so-cheerful Emily, her hands already positioned ready to pull down my underwear. Her fingers against my waist felt warm and also like ice at the same time.

"Um, am I looking forward to it?" My voice echoed through the gym. I had no idea it would be that loud when I spoke into the mike. It made me shiver.

"Yes, Brian. Are you looking forward to showing us what you've got? Because it looks like Emily's in position. She's already got her hands on your shorts. And we're all certainly looking forward to seeing what you're packing... or not. Aren't we, ladies?"

It suddenly got so loud in there. My heart was pounding. I looked down at Emily, hoping she might take pity on me. But from her smirk, I saw there was no pity coming.

Jamie held the microphone up to me again, waiting for an actual answer. So I said, "Um, I don't know. I guess I'm a little nervous?"

That got a huge reaction! I heard the individual taunts through the cheering and laughter.

"Aww. The widdo fweshman Bwian is a widdo nouvous."
"What's the matter? Afraid it's too small for us to be able to see it?"
"Yeah, should we come closer for a better look???"

Each line they threw at me hit like a punch to the gut.

But I wasn't going to give in. I stood firm and straight. Then I heard one girl say to another, "Look at him. He's pretending to be brave. Isn't that sweet?" And then I heard the other girl say back, "Well, brave or not, it won't matter. He's ending up naked for all of us!" And then another, "Yeah! Can't wait!"

Jamie spoke into the mic again. "And, Brian, just why are you nervous?"

Wow. This was beyond anything I could have imagined. And there were a few of us guys up here. Why did they have to be focusing all this attention on me???

She held the mic to my face again. "Um, I guess I'm nervous because there are so many of you watching?"

There was nothing I could say that wouldn't result in cheering and taunting. Nothing at all. I was just hoping for it to be over.

Emily gestured to Jamie that she wanted to take the microphone for a moment. Jamie obliged. Then Emily spoke into the microphone.

"You're nervous because there are so many of us watching, Brian? Well, I guess I can understand that. Because after tonight, we'll all have seen you naked. Up close. We'll have studied you intimately. And from the looks of it, you're pretty excited about it!" She pointed to my crotch with her finger and used her other hand in a motion to pump up the crowd. "Am I right, ladies? Am I right?" I had heard it loud before, but not this loud. They were literally screaming and shouting at the tops of the lungs.

And to make things worse, with all of Emily's teasing, I was hard as a rock, with everything clearly visible through my thin shorts. And with my hands behind my back, there was nothing I could do. I would have looked like an idiot if I tried to cover. I wanted to melt. But I just stood there, still as a statue, eyes front.

Then Emily went on, "I guess the toughest thing about it for you is that for the next three years, whenever you see any of us anywhere on campus—on the field, in class, in the student center, anywhere—you'll know that every single one of us watched you standing on a chair with your underwear around your ankles, and we all got a good look at everything about you. I mean, we'll all know how long it is. We'll all know how thick it is. We'll all know what your balls look like. We'll all know if you shave down there or not. I mean, we'll know everything! Isn't that wild, Brian? You won't have any secrets from any of us. Oh my god. I just realized, like, if you were to ask one of us out, we'd already know what you're packing... or not. So yeah. I guess I can see why that might be kind of embarrassing for you. But if it makes you feel better, none of us girls mind at all. Do we ladies?"

The place went through the roof with that one. Plus, all her taunting had only made me harder (if that was even possible), and I was burning up inside.

The place continued to go wild as Emily handed the mic back to Jamie.

Jamie then spoke into the mic. "Alright, ladies. It's time for the freshman show. Ready?"

You couldn't possibly contain the rowdiness.

"And 5... 4..." everyone joined in. I held my breath and braced for the exposure... plus the mocking that I knew would come. "3... 2... 1!!!"

It was madness. Absolute madness.

I felt Emily's hands on my waist, and it was like it was in slow motion. I felt my undershorts coming down, below my privates, past my knees, and down to my ankles. My completely hard cock just popped out at full mast, pointing up and out. I quickly peeked over at my teammates, and I was the only one who was hard. This was the worst of the worst. My entire body felt like it was on fire. I mean, my whole losing team was up there with me, each one of us completely exposed. But that didn't help. I felt that each one of the girls was looking at me and only me—laughing at the fact that I was hard; studying it; committing everything about my boner and balls to memory. And through the laughs and cheers, I heard the comments.

"Why so excited, Brian? Is Emily turning you on?"
"Don't worry, Brian. No one's judging... much!"
"Aww, don’t look so nervous, Brian. It’s just us!"
"Hey, I'm sure you'll laugh about this someday. At least I know we will!"

After a few more seconds of being on display, which felt like a lifetime, Jamie gestured for us to put our hands out to our sides and slowly do a full 360 while standing on our chairs. We did as we were told (like we could have done anything else at that point), and each one of the catcalls and whistles bounced off of every wall in that cavernous gym and landed right on me.

Finally, after making us stand there to face the girls for another few seconds, Jamie walked up to me. Oh my god. Why were they picking on me??? There were other guys up there, too. But no, they decided I was going to be their humiliation punching bag.

"Brian," Jamie said into the microphone, "remind us. What position do you play on the team."

She held the mic to my face, as I stood there naked, still mostly hard, with my hands out at my sides. "Um, catcher."

"Well, Brian," she continued, "I think we'd all like to see you demonstrate your form. Wouldn't we, ladies?" Wild cheering. Then she ordered me, "Come on, Brian and hop down from the chair, and let's see your catching position?"

"My catching position?"

"That's right. Let's see you squat down in catching position."

Holy crap. How was this even possibly getting worse? And then the chant started: "Squat! Squat! Squat!" before it morphed into riotous cheering and laughter.

Jamie and Emily were now flanking me, gesturing that I needed to get down into my squatting position. And I knew they meant business. So I got up my courage, and down I went. That sent the girls into fits of uncontrollable laughter. I tried to block it out and just focus on the idea that it would be over soon. But it was taking forever.

Then Emily leaned way over and looked right at my cock. She pointed to it and yelled out to the girls, "Hey, Ladies! Look! Seems like the count is two balls and no strikes!"

The girls couldn't get enough.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of squatting in front of all the girls, Jamie motioned for me to stand up, and they told the other guys to step down from their chairs. Thankfully, it was over.

Then Jamie picked up the microphone again. I figured she would say it was done, and we could go get dressed.

But that's not what happened.

Jamie shouted into the microphone at all the girls, "IS EVERYONE HAVING FUN???"

Whoops and hollers through the roof.

"YOU THINK THESE BOYS HAVE HAD ENOUGH AND WE SHOULD LET THEM GO GET DRESSED???"

I thought the building would collapse from all the stomping, cheering, and banging the metal chairs on the floor.

"So that's a 'no,' huh? You really think these naked boys have got more to give?"

The floor was practically vibrating from the laughter, stomping, clapping, and chanting.

Jamie turned back to us, microphone still in hand.

“Sorry, boys. You heard the ladies,” she said, her voice echoing through the gym. “Looks like you’re not done quite yet...”

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Hello. I'm interested in some feedback, if anybody wants to comment below or DM me.

This story doesn't seem to be generating a ton of interest. And that's fine, my feelings aren't hurt or anything. Some stories land better than others.

But here's my question: I could just wrap this all up in one final part and be done with it, or I could draw out Brian's humiliation a bit further and harsher. So I'm just curious if anyone has an opinion. My feelings won't be hurt either way. Would like to know what you think, if you care to comment or dm me.

[lovaboitoy]

Haha poor Brian so embarrassing being called out and hard really fun hot story can’t wait to see what else he experiences

[notme222]

Hello. I'm interested in some feedback, if anybody wants to comment below or DM me.

This story doesn't seem to be generating a ton of interest. And that's fine, my feelings aren't hurt or anything. Some stories land better than others.

But here's my question: I could just wrap this all up in one final part and be done with it, or I could draw out Brian's humiliation a bit further and harsher. So I'm just curious if anyone has an opinion. My feelings won't be hurt either way. Would like to know what you think, if you care to comment or dm me.

I'm loving it and feel 3-5 more chapters would be a great length. Sorry I don't always comment, but I think you're telling it really well.

[nebnyc]

I like that your story is about college age boys instead of 12-13 year old boys. I’m curious how the other boys on the losing team are dealing with the forced exposure, even though the story is Brian’s viewpoint. Another plus is you haven’t included shaving the boys, at least not yet. Having handsome college athletes stripped in front of an enthusiastic audience always makes a fun story

[EverythingOff]

I'm loving it and feel 3-5 more chapters would be a great length. Sorry I don't always comment, but I think you're telling it really well.

Thank you for commenting and thank you for reading. I'm glad you are enjoying it.

[EverythingOff]

I like that your story is about college age boys instead of 12-13 year old boys.

Thanks. Yeah, many of the stories here skew younger—including some of my own. Of course, the embarrassment of a 12-year-old is a very different thing than that of an 18-year-old. But still very real for both ages.

I’m curious how the other boys on the losing team are dealing with the forced exposure, even though the story is Brian’s viewpoint.

That's going to be a tough one to explore in this story, as Brian is so overwhelmed and feels like all the girls are looking at him and only him. That's not the reality, of course. But to him, that's how it feels. So I think he is generally unaware of how the other guys are handling things. I probably won't explore that in the story. I imagine that many of the guys are just into playing it for the silly humor that it is, and that Brian is taking it more seriously than he should. As a result, it's more humiliating to him than it is to the other guys who are perhaps embarrassed in the moment, but are also taking it as an opportunity to perhaps show off for the girls.

Another plus is you haven’t included shaving the boys, at least not yet.

Yes, probably no shaving in this story. It's not something that occurred to me, although I'm sure Brian would be mortified if Emily appeared before him with a can of shaving cream and a razor. But I don't imagine that will make it into this story.

Having handsome college athletes stripped in front of an enthusiastic audience always makes a fun story.

It does, indeed. I think that's one of the ironies about the situation for Brian. He's a good looking guy. Muscular, well defined, handsome by most standards. So while the other guys might be a little embarrassed, I imagine they are kind of having fun and enjoying the attention a bit. But Brian, despite his attractive physical characteristics, is basically totally humiliated by every single sight and sound he experiences in that gym.

Thanks so much for reading and commenting. Love to hear your reactions anytime.

[Spathic Swordmaiden]

Chapter 2: The Basketball Game

I must say, Emily was a delight throughout this all. Sweet and playful in the most devilish and angelic way. A veritable nephilim.

The pledge had me going for a moment. I laughed quite heartily when they showed their crossed fingers.

I let out a moan when Jamie announced the girls would take the boys' shorts off. I was inwardly chanting "Yes Emily, yes Emily" in time with Brian's thoughts of "not Emily, not Emily."

Ah, the sadistic choice. Giving the victim the illusion of choice, when both options are just as bad as the other. Delicious.

The tap on his nose... Are you positive Emily is not channeling me?

The wonderful thing about a man's erection is it's impossible for him to hide or deny his arousal.

Chapter 3: Standing on a Chair

There is something about touching a man's cock through the fabric of his underwear that just... It gets a fire going in me. Perhaps it's because it draws attention to how flimsy his only protection for his private place is. I kissed a man's erection through his underwear once and I nearly came from doing so.

Reaching into a man's underwear? I have seen men do this but this is the first time I have seen a girl do this. I had to cover my mouth to prevent the squeak I let out from being heard. My head is swimming with arousal from that.

Emily bouncing up and down like a school girl... I wonder if anything was bouncing with her for Jamie's stimulating viewing. Perhaps she was not that well-endowed or was wearing a good sports bra.

I must say I liked the fact Jamie didn't touch Brian. It made Emily's hands-on actions with him feel more intimate and special with all the other girls only looking. It was a very nice touch with a big impact.

[hightab]

Is there going to be another chapter for this story ?