The Escape Artist - chapter 4 Jan. 16

[Mark Paren]

I don’t think you need to tag it as extreme quite yet.
Anxious to see what you have planned.
How old is Matt?

I think the next chapter is likely to cross the ‘extreme content line’ and I don’t want to offend anyone. He’s eighteen of course, but you can imagine him any age you like.

[NudeBaG]

I viewed him as a bit younger.
The setting is a bit ‘silly’ for an 18 year old to be in.
If it’s your preference, that’s fine, but at that age, a magic act of this type seems unlikely to take place.
Younger teens have a less inhibitions and greater ‘dreams of grandeur’ dulling their sensibilities.
I’d have cast him as a freshman/sophomore

[Mark Paren]

I viewed him as a bit younger.
The setting is a bit ‘silly’ for an 18 year old to be in.
If it’s your preference, that’s fine, but at that age, a magic act of this type seems unlikely to take place.
Younger teens have a less inhibitions and greater ‘dreams of grandeur’ dulling their sensibilities.
I’d have cast him as a freshman/sophomore

I think your instincts are right. In any situation that I deal with younger people and sexual situations, I always default to the legal age of consent to be safe. That’s why I try to be ambiguous and allow the reader to figure it out. … but you asked.

[NudeBaG]

I viewed him as a bit younger.
The setting is a bit ‘silly’ for an 18 year old to be in.
If it’s your preference, that’s fine, but at that age, a magic act of this type seems unlikely to take place.
Younger teens have a less inhibitions and greater ‘dreams of grandeur’ dulling their sensibilities.
I’d have cast him as a freshman/sophomore

I think your instincts are right. In any situation that I deal with younger people and sexual situations, I always default to the legal age of consent to be safe. That’s why I try to be ambiguous and allow the reader to figure it out. … but you asked.

Head cannon it is then

[forty46]

I remember this story from the old forum and I love it.

And I agree with the idea of imagining any age you want.

My ideal is a starkers boy (OON) around 18 years old, surrounded by a group of younger boys and girls, between 10 and 16 years old. The story is narrated in the first person, with cheerful comments from the children.

For example, I imagine myself, fully, from head to toe, nakedin a long class for aspiring nurses. In an amphitheater full of children who have never seen a completely naked boy, eager to learn about male anatomy. Of course they must thoroughly explore every inch of my exposed body, including my completely open ass.

I like rude comments, laughter, and humiliating expressions. The more humiliating, the better.

f46

[forty46]

BTW, I published a link to this story in CFNMVILLAGE.

https://cfnmvillage.com/forum/viewtopic ... 5160#p5160

f46

[Mark Paren]

I remember this story from the old forum and I love it.

And I agree with the idea of imagining any age you want.

My ideal is a starkers boy (OON) around 18 years old, surrounded by a group of younger boys and girls, between 10 and 16 years old. The story is narrated in the first person, with cheerful comments from the children.

For example, I imagine myself, fully, from head to toe, nakedin a long class for aspiring nurses. In an amphitheater full of children who have never seen a completely naked boy, eager to learn about male anatomy. Of course they must thoroughly explore every inch of my exposed body, including my completely open ass.

I like rude comments, laughter, and humiliating expressions. The more humiliating, the better.

f46

The next installment of two chapters will have a new chapter you haven’t read before.

[NudeBaG]

Bump

[NudeBaG]

New chapter soon, I hope

[Mark Paren]

Chapter 3

***
And then he heard a loud authoritative female voice emanating from the main entrance of the gym. “Matthew Edwards, what do you think you’re doing, you degenerate boy! You get off of that stage now!”

It was the school principal Ms. Collaring.

Matt froze, his mind going blank. This situation was too much for his brain to process.
M
“Mr. Edwards, move!”

“But…I…I…I…I can’t. I’m naked and everyone will see me.”

“I said NOW”.

***
Matt knew he had to do something and realized he was on the very edge of cumming. He was certain that standing up in front of all his classmates would trigger a mortifying eruption. No one had ever seen him naked, let alone ejaculating.

During the entire ordeal, Amelia watched from her prime position just off the stage. When she first decided to humiliate one of the popular boys, she only planned to sabotage Matt’s performance by securely binding his hands and leaving him hanging from the hoist in the center of the gym, having failed in his attempt to escape. She had no intention of leaving the poor boy completely naked in front of the entire school. In her mind Matt had suffered enough…more then enough.

Seeing the corner of a towel hanging out of one of her nearby classmates gym bag, she decided to act. Grabbing the damp towel and mounting the stage, she approached the cowering nude boy.

Matt, seeing her approach, instinctively drew his knees closer to his body to prevent Amelia from viewing any more of him then was already on display from a closer distance and different angle. He was definitely fearful of what she might do to him at this most vulnerable time.

Standing in front of him, she stretched the towel out and draped it around his body shielding him from the large grand stand behind him and the two smaller stands on the sides. Amelia’s body blocked the other stand from viewing the bare squatting boy. Matt was grateful for the concealment.

Speaking to Ethan, Amelia said, “no one can see you now, stand up and I’ll wrap the towel around you and help you off of the stage.”.

While he appreciated someone coming to his rescue, the last thing Matt wanted was to have a girl see him naked particularly in his aroused state. He battled an inner dialog, ‘stand up and show this girl his most private of private body part or remain were he was and hope for a less compromising option.

Looking up into Amelia’s eyes he pleaded. “Please close your eyes and turn your head”.

Amelia, although slightly guilty about her contribution to Ethan’s current humiliating predicament, never the less, was curious, and to be honest aroused as hell, and eager to see the hidden anatomy of one of the cutest boys in the school.

“Just stand up, It’ll be much faster if I see what I’m doing.”

Matt, still struggling with his inner monologue, replied, I don’t want a girl to see me naked. Although he didn’t want anyone to see him in his current state, he exclaimed, “Get Ben or Ethan, or one of the other boys.”

“I’m just trying to help you. If you’d rather I didn’t, I’ll go away.”

He knew he had no choice. He had to stand up in front of this girl he hardly knew. Amelia was staring right at him. He was shaking from embarrassment at the thought of what he had to do. Summoning up all his resolve, he slowly rose from his squatting position. He stared down at his emerging genitals, hoping they wouldn’t appear as erotically stimulated as they felt. It was worse then he expected. His shaft was noticeably bobbing and his swollen gland practically glowed a shiny bright red.

Looking up he saw Amelia’s eyes intently staring directly at his organ with what appeared to be a gratified expression on her face. He could feel an orgasm welling up and fought with all his might not to further humiliate himself in front of this girl. He managed not to cum, but to his horror, he felt and then saw a stream of pre orgasmic fluid drip from the tip of his shaft and hang there, swinging back and forth. Amelia gasped at the sight of this libidinous display.

Matt glowing bright red and still fighting to prevent a mortifying ejaculation, begged in a stuttering voice, “please, please please don’t look and wrap the towel around me. Hurry! Please cover me!

Of course it was too late. Amelia had already seen and committed to memory everything there was to see. She stared at Matt for another few seconds and then pulled the towel forward and around him. She then, still holding the towel, walked around to his back in order to allow him to see where he was going as they exited the stage.

The crowd reacted with murmuring, laughing, cat calls and other exclamations. Matt was aware that most of the school could see the very obvious protrusion emanating from the tenting towel with a wet patch forming at the tip. There was nothing he could do. He was just happy there was some coverage.

Now, if he could make it off the stage to someplace private.