The Escape Artist - chapter 4 Jan. 16

[TeenFan]

I don't do this very often, but sometimes I do "Bump" a story by posting: "I hope we get a new chapter soon on this great story."

Technically I guess that is a bump, but a polite one.

[Mark Paren]

I don't do this very often, but sometimes I do "Bump" a story by posting: "I hope we get a new chapter soon on this great story."

Technically I guess that is a bump, but a polite one.

I agree, but a legitimate comment is different from a bump. Just to be clear, I don’t mind if other people ‘bump’ and I encourage people to comment on my stories, I just prefer others don’t ‘bump’ my stories without a legitimate comment.

[NudeBaG]

A lot of people *just read without interaction.
This can lead to authors feeling they failed.
Bumping shows interest.
Again, there is no queue.
I apologize if it makes you uncomfortable, but I encourage you to take it as a compliment.
It’s a quick and simple way of saying, “Hey. I’m enjoying this story, and would like to read more.”

[Mark Paren]

Chapter 4

Matt was standing in front of the entire school, with his hands tied behind his back, his ankles securely bound together and he was naked. As bad as this situation was, his discomfort was magnified because he was aroused and on the edge of an embarrassing ejaculation. A girl he hardly knew was holding a flimsy damp towel around his waste. He was petrified by the possibility that she would whip the towel away, leaving him exposed in front of all of his classmates. The thought of his current predicament made his dick pulse.

On top of that, the school principal, dressed in her imposing navy pantsuit, was menacingly staring at both he and Amelia.

“I told you to get off of the stage now. Don’t make me ask you again Mr. Edwards. And you Amelia Adams, get away from that filthy disgusting boy—immediately”.

Amelia had no choice. She risked suspension or worse if she didn’t comply with the demands of this angry administrator.

She hurriedly tucked one end of the towel into the other, offered a quick “I’m sorry” and left the stage.

Matt was thankful that Amelia hadn’t just dropped the towel and left, but still felt particularly vulnerable standing in front of the assembly with only this scant towel covering his throbbing penis. The overlapping ends of the towel just barely preserving his modesty was behind him just above the top of his ass crack. If the knot slipped there would be no saving him. He would be vividly exposed to everyone and he was certain it would trigger a compoundingly humiliating ejaculation. The thought of standing there naked spraying his load onto the stage in front of everyone almost caused it to happen on its own. But he resisted … just barely.

The stage was three steps above the gym hardwood floor. It would be difficult to maneuver the steps tied up the way he was and perilous with the loosely tucked towel barely shielding him from exposure in front of his friends, crushes and classmates. The consequences of a towel slip were immense, but he had no choice. He had to carefully maneuver himself across the stage, down the steps and then to … to … to where? Anywhere was better than standing on the stage being the center of attention with the school principal glaring at him.

He began to shuffle toward the steps as carefully as he could. Every step caused a subtle shift of the towel applying gentle friction against the head of his penis. It was almost too much to endure. The only thing that prevented him from shooting his load from overstimulation was the intense concentration he was applying to avoid loosening the towel around his waste. He was a typical healthy teen of his age with a narrow waste and almost as narrow hips. There was little holding the towel in place. Any loosening of the tucked towel would spell disaster. For some reason, at this moment, he was hornier than he’d ever been.

He arrived at the edge of the stage in front of the steps leading down to the hardwood basketball court. The overflow of students attending the popular event were sitting on the floor surrounding the stage. Matt realized that the kids on either side of the steps might be able to see him under the towel as he descended. The thought of the exposure made him shiver. And to make matters worse sitting just next to the second step were Emma Parsons and her friend Amie Prickling.

Matt had had a crush on Emma since third grade. They were friends, but Matt hadn’t found the courage to ask her out.

Emma looked him directly in the eye with a sympathetic look, obviously wishing she could do something to mitigate his embarrassment.

Matt observed her eyes drifting downward. He panicked and thought, ‘don’t look down! — don’t look down! Her eyes continued to drift southward toward his bobbing penis. He shouted, “DON’T LOOK! PLEASE DON’T LOOK AT ME!”

She hesitated momentarily then ducked her head slightly and while looking at him, gasped.

All Matt could think about was, ‘god no, she’s looking right at my dick!’ He pleaded with his body, ‘Don’t cum! Not now. Please don’t cum.’

Emma looked back up at him. As mortified as he felt, Matt couldn’t help but think, ‘Does she look disappointed. Maybe she doesn’t like it. She’ll never go out with me now. Neither will any of the other girls as soon as they hear about it.

He steeled himself and took another step. What else could he do. He started, did he feel a little shift in the towel, right in the area of the loose tuck. God he desperately hoped not!

He could see other kids peaking under his towel—how humiliating. Matt tried not to gauge their reaction. He knew he had to concentrate on what he was doing. Most would snicker or gasp, but fortunately no one laughed.

Two steps down and one to go. Matt took another step— he definitely felt the towel shift that time. ‘This can’t be happening,’ he thought. He could feel the ends of the towel separating. He had to hurry. He needed to find somewhere to hide—quickly!

Another step and to Matt’s horror, the towel slid off his hips and hung there, precariously supported by his rigid erection. The entire student body gasped. He had to move.

He began to shuffle across the floor in a panic. And there in front of him was Ms. Collaring, the school principal, stepping into his path with the intention of grabbing him and dragging him out of the gymnasium.

The towel fell to the floor and …

Stream after stream of his creamy load exploded from his pumping organ. The principal stood there with a stunned and disgusted expression on her face, as his semen vividly painted her navy jumpsuit.

He stood there with his softening member dripping cum onto the hardwood floor.

Emma approached him from behind with the discarded towel, and while offering him an understanding smile, wrapped it securely around him and guided him out of the gym to an unoccupied classroom where she loosened his bonds and gave him a long passionate kiss.

Everyone agreed. There had never been a ‘special assembly’ like this one and there was unlikely to be another.

Matt was a legend!

[NudeBaG]

Great job

[Vader]

Fun story will Matt have to pay have the principal suit cleaned.

[NudeBaG]

If this is the end of the story, that’s fine!
It’s a perfectly satisfying and sweet end.
Maybe an epilogue of sorts could be in order though?

[Mark Paren]

If this is the end of the story, that’s fine!
It’s a perfectly satisfying and sweet end.
Maybe an epilogue of sorts could be in order though?

I could always revisit these characters someday, but I think their story is complete for now. I’d rather end a story too early than too late. Thanks for the comment.

[lovaboitoy]

Great story I loved it perfect end too

[NudeBaG]

If this is the end of the story, that’s fine!
It’s a perfectly satisfying and sweet end.
Maybe an epilogue of sorts could be in order though?

I could always revisit these characters someday, but I think their story is complete for now. I’d rather end a story too early than too late. Thanks for the comment.

I completely understand
Great job!