LARRY THE STUDENT BODY
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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.
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Oh…Tom Leo wrote: Thu Oct 15, 2026 9:52 pm 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.
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?
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Well, I am 
Looking forward to this story when it comes out
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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.
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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. 
LARRY, THE STUDENT BODY: CHAPTER ONE - OVERVIEW
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
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
LARRY THE STUDENT BODY - CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER 2
THE NIGHT OF THE MATCHUPS
The night of the matchups came. Coach served beer and pizza. Coach informed the team that this time, the matchups would be decided by drawing strips of paper. This was to be rigged, of course, and it took some planning, but eventually most of the wrestlers had been paired up, and it was down to Larry, Sheldon, George, and Keith.
Larry was a nervous wreck.
It was arranged that at this point George and Keith would be paired, leaving only, and inevitably, Larry and Sheldon. Larry would wrestle Sheldon.
Larry was mortified. He spoke to Sheldon, nervously.
“I will never be able to pull this off,” he moaned.
“Nonsense. You’ll be fine,” chided a gleeful Sheldon, who was making no point to hide his delight at beginning Larry’s humiliation this early, as here Larry was, trying to win Sheldon’s sympathy. “I think you’ve improved,” Sheldon lied. He had never been this close to Larry’s body, so Sheldon took notes when Larry was talking. Sheldon noted that Larry’s pecs were actually firm-looking underneath his T-shirt and Sheldon longed to feel them up once and for all just to see what’s what. Sheldon also noted that Larry had nice green eyes, and filled out his jeans quite well. It would be fun to strip such an innocent-looking nice boy like Larry naked and then degrade the pale-skinned humiliated moron on an epic scale.
Sheldon wanted to unnerve Larry by telling him something that Larry would definitely remember later, and remember it as the moment Larry should have balked at the idea of wrestling him. Sheldon chose to say this: “By the way, Larry, I’m going to be wearing my head-to-toe black tights, so your bare skin is really going to stand out. But I like wrestling guys who wear those old-fashioned singlets, so I’ll be gentle. I’ve been known to rip a few singlets a little bit in my enthusiasm, no offense. Your skin looks like it might be the type that reddens during rough-housing.”
Larry smiled weakly. He found this statement a little strange, but said nothing. Still, the strange statement nagged him that night, affected his sleep, and also bothered him off-and-on all day the night of the benefit. He hadn’t really looked at his yellow singlet (or his skin) in a few days. He went to his locker to check on the singlet, two hours before he was due for the match. The singlet wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” It was Coach, suddenly appearing, holding Larry’s singlet. “I found it in the showers. You were so hurry to get in and out of there you probably just stripped it off and forgot it. I washed it for you.”
Larry was relieved. He did not want to find a new singlet the last minute, since he was so comfortable in this one, except for those shoulder straps (particularly the left one) and the rather snug leg openings, where he had to pull down more than he’d like to make sure his butt was covered respectably.
Larry suddenly had an hour and a half to kill. He walked all around campus, trying to calm himself. It was a nice evening, but Larry was getting more apprehensive by the second. It had surprised him that Coach had been in the locker room so early. Larry had expected it to be deserted, and he had detected a whiff of booze on Coach’s person.
THE MATCH
The locker room was deserted no longer. It was time for the benefit.
In the locker room, Larry and the other wrestlers put on their uniforms. Everyone was wearing something a little different, but most of the guys were sticking with traditional singlets, mostly of the newer model. Larry and a few others still wrestled in old-fashioned garments from the 80s or even earlier. These types of singlets were a bit more revealing than current models.
Larry took off his street clothes quickly as always, and he had his G-string already on, so he wouldn’t have to put it on in front of his teammates. Larry put on the singlet. It indeed had obviously been washed and was a little more stiff than usual. This was normal to Larry. But the minute the singlet was in place, Larry felt something was just a little off. Larry pulled down on the leg openings to make sure his butt was covered. The singlet felt less substantial for some reason. Larry checked the straps. They were in place, even the occasionally problematic left strap, but Larry thought overall they felt a little less snug. Larry wrote this off as “nerves”.
Sheldon strolled by, dressed in his formidable head-to-toe black tights that made him look like a superhero. He whistled at Larry.
“It looks good,” he commented. “Goes with your hair. I think redheaded guys look good in yellow, or even out of it.”
“Coach washed it for me. I lost it for a while. He found it. It feels a little looser. He must have used a different fabric softener than I do,” worried Larry. “So go easy on it. It’s a few years old, but I can still fit into it.”
Sheldon smirked to himself. The stupid Larry had not even picked up on his “out of it” jibe. He tried again. “Don’t worry. I’m sure it will be a hit with the gays, uh, I mean the girls.”
“The gays.” Another unsettling statement, Larry thought. “Yeah, I guess,” he said nervously.
Sheldon teasingly leered at Larry, then went over to talk to Coach. They were snickering suddenly. About what? wondered Larry.
Then Larry remembered with a small jolt “redheaded guys look good in yellow, or even out of it”. A tremble went through Larry’s rather nubile male body.
Larry suddenly had a fervent urge to look at himself in the giant locker room mirror wearing his singlet. He rarely did that, because it reminded him just how much of his body would be on display without any coverage. But something was off here. Larry felt the singlet was almost shrinking. Larry noticed other wrestlers were using the locker room mirror. Guys with perfect bods. Larry didn’t dare go near the mirror under those conditions ever and especially not now. His self-esteem would suffer, he knew, and it would affect his performance. He decided he was just jittery and definitely a little afraid.
Then, all the wrestlers were summoned to make their team entrance.
The wrestlers walked towards the gym. It sounded raucous and crowded. Larry kept adjusting his straps and particularly, his leg openings. He kept pulling the singlet down to make sure his buttocks were properly covered. Behind him, Sheldon was snickering again.
Larry turned to Sheldon. “What’s so funny?”
Sheldon feigned ignorance. “Nothin’, man. Just getting pumped up.”
Larry was very nervous. “Do I look OK?”
Sheldon put on his choirboy face. “You look great, Larry. I see why the girls like your fanny, though.”
Larry gasped. “What?”
Sheldon laughed. “Oh yeah. I hear girls admiring your butt a lot on campus. Especially when you wear shorts and stuff, you know?”
Larry tried to appreciate this information, but it made him queasy. “I really didn’t know that, Sheldon, but thanks for telling me, I guess.”
Sheldon giggled. “No problem, buddy.”
The wrestlers filed into the gym.
Indeed, it was a capacity crowd, and the folding chairs set up for overflow were all taken. Except for one, Larry noticed, which had a shirt underneath it. Odd. Then Larry noticed a sign: “RESERVED FOR COACH”. But Coach was sitting in the middle of the row. Must be for a friend, then, Larry mused.
Larry never enjoyed being this exposed in front of this benefit crowd. Ordinary wrestling matches in college gyms were fine, but they were composed mostly of parents, friends, and true wrestling addicts. This crowd had such a variety of onlookers that it unnerved Larry. That this many different people being in the same room for the purpose of solely watching him “compete” made Larry self-conscious. That he was wearing not a lot of clothing made his self-consciousness pronounced.
The wrestlers walked to their own chairs to await to be summoned by the announcer to wrestle. The announcer was a local newscaster named Gridiron Greg. Gridiron Greg was a loudmouth and rather crude.
Gridiron Greg, referred to hereafter as “GG”, announced the wrestlers’ names as they filed into the gym. Sheldon got a huge round of applause, more than any of the other wrestlers, who received perfunctory acknowledgement if any at all. Larry got merely a smattering, but he did get a loud wolf whistle from somewhere, which made him queasy. Who was that? Larry wondered. He couldn’t tell and did not want to look. Larry also thought he heard faint giggling when his name was announced. His heart sank.
Larry glanced at the crowd. More townies than ever. Lots of gay guys. The town had seen an influx since a popular gay movie had used it for locations two yeas ago.
Larry saw Mrs. Leer, the librarian, in the front row. She caught his eye, and waved. Larry knew she had a thing for him, and tonight he thought she appeared a bit tipsy. She was known to drink. Ouch. The old lady had a camera phone. When did the old biddy get THAT? wondered Larry. Mrs. Leer took another photo of Larry. She planned to stimulate herself with it later.
Almost every female student in the school seemed to be in attendance. Larry hoped his prowess might snag him a phone number or even a date. He had his eye on a sophomore named Jennifer. She had just dumped her boyfriend, Larry knew. Larry had flirted with her, successfully, he thought.
(Jennifer thought Larry cute but kind of dumb. She thought he might look good naked, though, especially if one of the bigger, stronger boys stripped him in public.)
As Larry strolled to his seat, his singlet straps began to slither off his shoulders. This time, BOTH of them. Most have been what Coach used in the wash. Fuck. Of all days.
The fabric on his ass made Larry almost believe it was transparent. He reached around to check. Nope. It was still there. Loosen up, Larry told himself. He pulled down on the fabric to conceal his buttocks again, heard giggling, and decided to cease doing that as it was attracting unwanted scrutiny that he was doing that.
The old folks were in their usual section, assisted by volunteer students to get to their seats in the bleachers. Ages 60s to even a few 90s. Few of the seniors sat on the folding chairs, although tonight, Larry noticed, there was a gaggle of black ladies from the hospital. The seniors were surprisingly enthusiastic about college wrestling and the old ladies all had crushes on certain students, like Larry did with his spinster librarian photographer fan, Mrs. Leer.
George and Keith took seats close to Coach, who Larry thought seemed unusually ramped up tonight from what he was able to see. Coach had not stopped grinning after Larry walked in, Larry noticed. Coach usually just wanted to get this night over with, have the money counted, and get drunk with the team. Coach has started early, Larry opined.
The videographers were present, wearing casual footwear so they could record the matches up close while everyone was on the mat. Larry was chastened to see Alan was one of the guys with a camera. The others he didn’t know really, a chubby girl and a Chinese nerd with bug-eyed glasses. Alan caught Larry’s eye and gave him the stink-eye.
What does that mean? wondered Larry. Larry felt like something was in the air. He did not realize that before the night was over, in the air would be his butt, testicles, and penis. And his nipples, for all to see.
The matches began, but not before someone handed a townie hooligan named Tom Starr a bullhorn and told him to use it because this person enjoyed Tom Starr’s enthusiasm.
Here is what happened when LARRY MARTIN wrestled SHELDON SCOTT:
GG immediately pounced on the physical disparity between Larry and Sheldon. GG deemed Sheldon as the “musclebound guy in black”; Larry was christened, the “Irish kid in his underwear.” It would get worse.
Larry and Sheldon’s match began traditionally. There were murmurs at the sight of the team’s star wrestler reduced to wrestling the team’s weakest link, but the consensus was that this was possibly for comic relief. This made a lot of the crowd fondly recall the match two years ago where Robby Clarkson got a visible erection and some hooligan (with a bullhorn!) had whipped the audience into a frenzy pointing out Robby’s “predicament.”
It was clear that, as expected, Larry was completely outclassed by Sheldon. Sheldon was fleet, sure of his every move, and overtly physical on the mat. In comparison, Larry appeared clumsy, gawky, nervous, and even a little shy. Most observers thought it odd that a wrestler would be shy. Some thought it endearing. A few lustful ones thought it would be amusing to exploit the boy’s modesty for a few laughs.
The match was also highlighted by the contrast in the wrestlers’ appearances and outfits. Sheldon looked like a young male movie star in his prime. It was that simple. Besides a sensational male body, he had dark short hair, flawless skin and teeth, just the right kind of lips, and a chiseled face and chin. Larry looked like a typical young Irish lad lurching towards virility. He had flaming, bushy red hair, pale-to-fair skin, and a decent body that still could afford to shed a few inches, if clinically compared to the zero body fat Sheldon, and it would be, the contrast was so stark.
Then the outfits. Sheldon looked menacing and firm, like a dark comic book hero, and the uniform he wore was a head-to-toe black spandex garment that exposed only his bare feet, his hands, and his face. The spandex clung to Sheldon’s abs (and everything else) like it was painted on.
By contrast, Larry was almost on his way to complete nudity. He wore a yellow singlet that while clean, looked like it had seen better days. Larry’s legs were almost completely exposed, as were his arms, and considerable chest down to just above the navel. Larry had very minimal, barely visible wispy red hair under his arms, notable only a strap of his outfit threatened to drop off completely and Larry had to strain to get it back up. A few of the onlookers thought Larry shaved his armpits, however.
Many in the audience had noticed this “coverage” habit of Larry’s and some longed for one day where he wouldn’t be able to pull up the strap and he’d be more exposed, as it was a little apparent that Larry had some sort of hang-up about his admittedly doughy tit being revealed.
Sheldon wrestled the increasingly agitated and therefore, more inept, Larry. Sheldon in his gleaming, head-to-toe tights that clung to his stunning body like a second skin, and his opponent, the Irish, slightly fleshy Larry, in an old yellow singlet that was about to be removed from him and expose his body against his will, rendering the redheaded college student a reluctant exhibitionist in front of a large audience of his acquaintances.
The match continued in this fashion until Sheldon began the humiliation.
Sheldon began to reach around Larry when he had Larry in his clutches, and pull up the singlet through Larry’s buttocks. He was pointedly giving Larry wedgies. Sheldon was good at this, and Larry had never experienced it in a match or anywhere else. The wedgies continually exposed Larry’s wriggling buttocks, probably his best feature in terms of nudity. This was something the crowd loved.
GG knew how to use a microphone (after all, it was his job). GG gleefully and rather lustily announced: “WEDGIES.” “Look at the Irish boy’s bare butt. Wooooo. Wedgie time!” GG kept a variation of this going throughout Sheldon’s application of wedgies to Larry. It drove Larry crazy because it got a lot of laughs every time and Larry found this unfair, particularly being referred to as “boy” and the term “bare butt” being utilized--loudly.
To most everyone else, it was comic and at the same time a little arousing. Larry did not like it at all, and he kept trying to both extricate himself from Sheldon and at the same time pull the fabric out of his ass. When he tried to pull the fabric out of his ass, a strap would begin to fall. Larry wasn’t good at doing two things at once, much less while wrestling, far much less when scantily clad in public, so more than a few times the strap almost made it down all the way and off. The crowd liked Larry’ dual struggles to cover himself immensely. Mrs. Leer felt her loins moistening.
Larry Martin was beginning to wonder if he had been set up by his coach and his teammates, and he was chagrined. He was also beginning to wonder, the way Sheldon was acting, whether or not Sheldon was going to render him, Larry Martin, completely naked.
Completely naked in front of a crowd that Larry knew would have fun with such a situation. A tiny portion of Larry’s mind found the idea of this titillating, even a little arousing, but with each second that clicked by, with no let up from Sheldon’s clearly orchestrated efforts to expose Larry’s skin, his young, corn-fed fleshy body, in increasingly revealing, approaching vulgar ways, any carefree or “fun” appreciation of being stripped nude for everyone’s amusement evaporated until the only thing left was Larry’s utter distress and fear of being seen naked, photographed, and mocked at an event that would surely be the talk of the town (literally). Larry did not want his ample breasts, his jiggly buttocks, or—most crucially—his less than formidable genitalia—to be the source of anyone’s amusement: lascivious, deliberate, or any combination of the two.
And to be honest, the fact that Sheldon would do something so cruel in front of the school hurt Larry’s pride and his feelings. He was humiliated already in the match, to be stripped naked would just make it unbearable. And Sheldon clearly was not allowing Larry any leeway to cover himself even a little bit. Yes, Larry thought miserably, “they’ve planned this.” That weird tingle of “sexiness” ran through him again, and Larry rejected it almost physically. He would NOT be naked in front of people. He willed himself fo fight with all his might. He shivered again. What would it be like to be naked in front of Mrs. Leer, for instance? Would she find it stimulating? Larry knew in his heart that the old biddy would love something like that, despite her schoolmarm persona.
Larry’s struggle did not go unnoticed by GG, which made it worse for Larry. This was the first time GG began to refer to Larry by name. GG began to deem the wrestlers by their last names. Accordingly, Sheldon was now “Scott”, Larry was now “Martin”.
GG: “Martin trying to cover himself and not doing a very good job. Look at his butt! His clothes are falling off him! Look at his old underwear. It’s falling off him, folks! Maybe we’ll see a lot more of Mr. Martin today!”
This got a surprising amount of immediate applause, not from the entire crowd, but from the gays and especially the girls (all of them). Larry was becoming nauseous although he was a tad relived GG had dropped “kid” and was now referring to him by his last name, which, hmm, Larry felt conflicted again as he realized anonymity was now a lost cause.
Larry collected himself and to defy GG and Sheldon, Larry finally got the singlet restored on himself properly, but sadly, only for a few seconds.
Sheldon then aggressively began touching Larry’s body in an almost exploratory, clinical way, all under the guise of wrestling him. Sheldon had done this before, although never on this scale in front of an audience. Sheldon focused on Larry’s chest at first. “Accidentally” touching an armpit or breast. Inadvertently putting a hand down the back of Larry’s singlet, which covered more of Larry’s body than the front, but still was easy access to Larry’s skin.
Sheldon upped the psychological aspect of the humiliation. In Larry’s ears, through his bushy hair, he kept rasping and whispering one word only Larry could then hear: “Titties”. Then Sheldon would underline it by grabbing one of Larry’s boy tits. Larry gasped the first time Sheldon did this; by the fifth time, Larry had grown silent save for an odd whimpering sound that sounded like “stop”.
Sheldon did this type of thing, over and over, just enough to signal to Larry that this would be no ordinary wrestling match.
GG was all-seeing. He said, “Martin is no match for Scott’s style. He’s not wrestling. He’s deflecting Scott’s touch. Martin’s being grabbed all over and he can’t stop Scott from touching his weak spots, which appear to be all over him. Martin’s wrestled before, I don’t know why the boy can’t seem to get some type of upper hand here. Scott is taller and leaner, but the Martin boy could overcome that if maybe he weren’t so uncomfortable. Scott’s taunting him by whispering something. I can’t tell what it is but it is distracting the Martin boy like crazy. Scott is a master at finding a wrestler’s deficiencies, shall we say. Problem for Larry Martin is that his ENTIRE BODY is a weak spot right now.”
Larry was finding GG’s rather intimate (and accurate) observations maddening and tried simply to blot out GG’s big booming sportscaster voice. He concentrated mightily, and then, Sheldon added tickling to his onslaught. This went over big with the crowd. Larry was protesting vocally (“Stop. Please stop!”) which, for the first time, produced:
THE LAUGHTER AND JEERING OF A COMPLETELY RAPT AUDIENCE.
TO BE CONTINUED WITH PART 3 (FINALE)
THE NIGHT OF THE MATCHUPS
The night of the matchups came. Coach served beer and pizza. Coach informed the team that this time, the matchups would be decided by drawing strips of paper. This was to be rigged, of course, and it took some planning, but eventually most of the wrestlers had been paired up, and it was down to Larry, Sheldon, George, and Keith.
Larry was a nervous wreck.
It was arranged that at this point George and Keith would be paired, leaving only, and inevitably, Larry and Sheldon. Larry would wrestle Sheldon.
Larry was mortified. He spoke to Sheldon, nervously.
“I will never be able to pull this off,” he moaned.
“Nonsense. You’ll be fine,” chided a gleeful Sheldon, who was making no point to hide his delight at beginning Larry’s humiliation this early, as here Larry was, trying to win Sheldon’s sympathy. “I think you’ve improved,” Sheldon lied. He had never been this close to Larry’s body, so Sheldon took notes when Larry was talking. Sheldon noted that Larry’s pecs were actually firm-looking underneath his T-shirt and Sheldon longed to feel them up once and for all just to see what’s what. Sheldon also noted that Larry had nice green eyes, and filled out his jeans quite well. It would be fun to strip such an innocent-looking nice boy like Larry naked and then degrade the pale-skinned humiliated moron on an epic scale.
Sheldon wanted to unnerve Larry by telling him something that Larry would definitely remember later, and remember it as the moment Larry should have balked at the idea of wrestling him. Sheldon chose to say this: “By the way, Larry, I’m going to be wearing my head-to-toe black tights, so your bare skin is really going to stand out. But I like wrestling guys who wear those old-fashioned singlets, so I’ll be gentle. I’ve been known to rip a few singlets a little bit in my enthusiasm, no offense. Your skin looks like it might be the type that reddens during rough-housing.”
Larry smiled weakly. He found this statement a little strange, but said nothing. Still, the strange statement nagged him that night, affected his sleep, and also bothered him off-and-on all day the night of the benefit. He hadn’t really looked at his yellow singlet (or his skin) in a few days. He went to his locker to check on the singlet, two hours before he was due for the match. The singlet wasn’t there.
“Looking for this?” It was Coach, suddenly appearing, holding Larry’s singlet. “I found it in the showers. You were so hurry to get in and out of there you probably just stripped it off and forgot it. I washed it for you.”
Larry was relieved. He did not want to find a new singlet the last minute, since he was so comfortable in this one, except for those shoulder straps (particularly the left one) and the rather snug leg openings, where he had to pull down more than he’d like to make sure his butt was covered respectably.
Larry suddenly had an hour and a half to kill. He walked all around campus, trying to calm himself. It was a nice evening, but Larry was getting more apprehensive by the second. It had surprised him that Coach had been in the locker room so early. Larry had expected it to be deserted, and he had detected a whiff of booze on Coach’s person.
THE MATCH
The locker room was deserted no longer. It was time for the benefit.
In the locker room, Larry and the other wrestlers put on their uniforms. Everyone was wearing something a little different, but most of the guys were sticking with traditional singlets, mostly of the newer model. Larry and a few others still wrestled in old-fashioned garments from the 80s or even earlier. These types of singlets were a bit more revealing than current models.
Larry took off his street clothes quickly as always, and he had his G-string already on, so he wouldn’t have to put it on in front of his teammates. Larry put on the singlet. It indeed had obviously been washed and was a little more stiff than usual. This was normal to Larry. But the minute the singlet was in place, Larry felt something was just a little off. Larry pulled down on the leg openings to make sure his butt was covered. The singlet felt less substantial for some reason. Larry checked the straps. They were in place, even the occasionally problematic left strap, but Larry thought overall they felt a little less snug. Larry wrote this off as “nerves”.
Sheldon strolled by, dressed in his formidable head-to-toe black tights that made him look like a superhero. He whistled at Larry.
“It looks good,” he commented. “Goes with your hair. I think redheaded guys look good in yellow, or even out of it.”
“Coach washed it for me. I lost it for a while. He found it. It feels a little looser. He must have used a different fabric softener than I do,” worried Larry. “So go easy on it. It’s a few years old, but I can still fit into it.”
Sheldon smirked to himself. The stupid Larry had not even picked up on his “out of it” jibe. He tried again. “Don’t worry. I’m sure it will be a hit with the gays, uh, I mean the girls.”
“The gays.” Another unsettling statement, Larry thought. “Yeah, I guess,” he said nervously.
Sheldon teasingly leered at Larry, then went over to talk to Coach. They were snickering suddenly. About what? wondered Larry.
Then Larry remembered with a small jolt “redheaded guys look good in yellow, or even out of it”. A tremble went through Larry’s rather nubile male body.
Larry suddenly had a fervent urge to look at himself in the giant locker room mirror wearing his singlet. He rarely did that, because it reminded him just how much of his body would be on display without any coverage. But something was off here. Larry felt the singlet was almost shrinking. Larry noticed other wrestlers were using the locker room mirror. Guys with perfect bods. Larry didn’t dare go near the mirror under those conditions ever and especially not now. His self-esteem would suffer, he knew, and it would affect his performance. He decided he was just jittery and definitely a little afraid.
Then, all the wrestlers were summoned to make their team entrance.
The wrestlers walked towards the gym. It sounded raucous and crowded. Larry kept adjusting his straps and particularly, his leg openings. He kept pulling the singlet down to make sure his buttocks were properly covered. Behind him, Sheldon was snickering again.
Larry turned to Sheldon. “What’s so funny?”
Sheldon feigned ignorance. “Nothin’, man. Just getting pumped up.”
Larry was very nervous. “Do I look OK?”
Sheldon put on his choirboy face. “You look great, Larry. I see why the girls like your fanny, though.”
Larry gasped. “What?”
Sheldon laughed. “Oh yeah. I hear girls admiring your butt a lot on campus. Especially when you wear shorts and stuff, you know?”
Larry tried to appreciate this information, but it made him queasy. “I really didn’t know that, Sheldon, but thanks for telling me, I guess.”
Sheldon giggled. “No problem, buddy.”
The wrestlers filed into the gym.
Indeed, it was a capacity crowd, and the folding chairs set up for overflow were all taken. Except for one, Larry noticed, which had a shirt underneath it. Odd. Then Larry noticed a sign: “RESERVED FOR COACH”. But Coach was sitting in the middle of the row. Must be for a friend, then, Larry mused.
Larry never enjoyed being this exposed in front of this benefit crowd. Ordinary wrestling matches in college gyms were fine, but they were composed mostly of parents, friends, and true wrestling addicts. This crowd had such a variety of onlookers that it unnerved Larry. That this many different people being in the same room for the purpose of solely watching him “compete” made Larry self-conscious. That he was wearing not a lot of clothing made his self-consciousness pronounced.
The wrestlers walked to their own chairs to await to be summoned by the announcer to wrestle. The announcer was a local newscaster named Gridiron Greg. Gridiron Greg was a loudmouth and rather crude.
Gridiron Greg, referred to hereafter as “GG”, announced the wrestlers’ names as they filed into the gym. Sheldon got a huge round of applause, more than any of the other wrestlers, who received perfunctory acknowledgement if any at all. Larry got merely a smattering, but he did get a loud wolf whistle from somewhere, which made him queasy. Who was that? Larry wondered. He couldn’t tell and did not want to look. Larry also thought he heard faint giggling when his name was announced. His heart sank.
Larry glanced at the crowd. More townies than ever. Lots of gay guys. The town had seen an influx since a popular gay movie had used it for locations two yeas ago.
Larry saw Mrs. Leer, the librarian, in the front row. She caught his eye, and waved. Larry knew she had a thing for him, and tonight he thought she appeared a bit tipsy. She was known to drink. Ouch. The old lady had a camera phone. When did the old biddy get THAT? wondered Larry. Mrs. Leer took another photo of Larry. She planned to stimulate herself with it later.
Almost every female student in the school seemed to be in attendance. Larry hoped his prowess might snag him a phone number or even a date. He had his eye on a sophomore named Jennifer. She had just dumped her boyfriend, Larry knew. Larry had flirted with her, successfully, he thought.
(Jennifer thought Larry cute but kind of dumb. She thought he might look good naked, though, especially if one of the bigger, stronger boys stripped him in public.)
As Larry strolled to his seat, his singlet straps began to slither off his shoulders. This time, BOTH of them. Most have been what Coach used in the wash. Fuck. Of all days.
The fabric on his ass made Larry almost believe it was transparent. He reached around to check. Nope. It was still there. Loosen up, Larry told himself. He pulled down on the fabric to conceal his buttocks again, heard giggling, and decided to cease doing that as it was attracting unwanted scrutiny that he was doing that.
The old folks were in their usual section, assisted by volunteer students to get to their seats in the bleachers. Ages 60s to even a few 90s. Few of the seniors sat on the folding chairs, although tonight, Larry noticed, there was a gaggle of black ladies from the hospital. The seniors were surprisingly enthusiastic about college wrestling and the old ladies all had crushes on certain students, like Larry did with his spinster librarian photographer fan, Mrs. Leer.
George and Keith took seats close to Coach, who Larry thought seemed unusually ramped up tonight from what he was able to see. Coach had not stopped grinning after Larry walked in, Larry noticed. Coach usually just wanted to get this night over with, have the money counted, and get drunk with the team. Coach has started early, Larry opined.
The videographers were present, wearing casual footwear so they could record the matches up close while everyone was on the mat. Larry was chastened to see Alan was one of the guys with a camera. The others he didn’t know really, a chubby girl and a Chinese nerd with bug-eyed glasses. Alan caught Larry’s eye and gave him the stink-eye.
What does that mean? wondered Larry. Larry felt like something was in the air. He did not realize that before the night was over, in the air would be his butt, testicles, and penis. And his nipples, for all to see.
The matches began, but not before someone handed a townie hooligan named Tom Starr a bullhorn and told him to use it because this person enjoyed Tom Starr’s enthusiasm.
Here is what happened when LARRY MARTIN wrestled SHELDON SCOTT:
GG immediately pounced on the physical disparity between Larry and Sheldon. GG deemed Sheldon as the “musclebound guy in black”; Larry was christened, the “Irish kid in his underwear.” It would get worse.
Larry and Sheldon’s match began traditionally. There were murmurs at the sight of the team’s star wrestler reduced to wrestling the team’s weakest link, but the consensus was that this was possibly for comic relief. This made a lot of the crowd fondly recall the match two years ago where Robby Clarkson got a visible erection and some hooligan (with a bullhorn!) had whipped the audience into a frenzy pointing out Robby’s “predicament.”
It was clear that, as expected, Larry was completely outclassed by Sheldon. Sheldon was fleet, sure of his every move, and overtly physical on the mat. In comparison, Larry appeared clumsy, gawky, nervous, and even a little shy. Most observers thought it odd that a wrestler would be shy. Some thought it endearing. A few lustful ones thought it would be amusing to exploit the boy’s modesty for a few laughs.
The match was also highlighted by the contrast in the wrestlers’ appearances and outfits. Sheldon looked like a young male movie star in his prime. It was that simple. Besides a sensational male body, he had dark short hair, flawless skin and teeth, just the right kind of lips, and a chiseled face and chin. Larry looked like a typical young Irish lad lurching towards virility. He had flaming, bushy red hair, pale-to-fair skin, and a decent body that still could afford to shed a few inches, if clinically compared to the zero body fat Sheldon, and it would be, the contrast was so stark.
Then the outfits. Sheldon looked menacing and firm, like a dark comic book hero, and the uniform he wore was a head-to-toe black spandex garment that exposed only his bare feet, his hands, and his face. The spandex clung to Sheldon’s abs (and everything else) like it was painted on.
By contrast, Larry was almost on his way to complete nudity. He wore a yellow singlet that while clean, looked like it had seen better days. Larry’s legs were almost completely exposed, as were his arms, and considerable chest down to just above the navel. Larry had very minimal, barely visible wispy red hair under his arms, notable only a strap of his outfit threatened to drop off completely and Larry had to strain to get it back up. A few of the onlookers thought Larry shaved his armpits, however.
Many in the audience had noticed this “coverage” habit of Larry’s and some longed for one day where he wouldn’t be able to pull up the strap and he’d be more exposed, as it was a little apparent that Larry had some sort of hang-up about his admittedly doughy tit being revealed.
Sheldon wrestled the increasingly agitated and therefore, more inept, Larry. Sheldon in his gleaming, head-to-toe tights that clung to his stunning body like a second skin, and his opponent, the Irish, slightly fleshy Larry, in an old yellow singlet that was about to be removed from him and expose his body against his will, rendering the redheaded college student a reluctant exhibitionist in front of a large audience of his acquaintances.
The match continued in this fashion until Sheldon began the humiliation.
Sheldon began to reach around Larry when he had Larry in his clutches, and pull up the singlet through Larry’s buttocks. He was pointedly giving Larry wedgies. Sheldon was good at this, and Larry had never experienced it in a match or anywhere else. The wedgies continually exposed Larry’s wriggling buttocks, probably his best feature in terms of nudity. This was something the crowd loved.
GG knew how to use a microphone (after all, it was his job). GG gleefully and rather lustily announced: “WEDGIES.” “Look at the Irish boy’s bare butt. Wooooo. Wedgie time!” GG kept a variation of this going throughout Sheldon’s application of wedgies to Larry. It drove Larry crazy because it got a lot of laughs every time and Larry found this unfair, particularly being referred to as “boy” and the term “bare butt” being utilized--loudly.
To most everyone else, it was comic and at the same time a little arousing. Larry did not like it at all, and he kept trying to both extricate himself from Sheldon and at the same time pull the fabric out of his ass. When he tried to pull the fabric out of his ass, a strap would begin to fall. Larry wasn’t good at doing two things at once, much less while wrestling, far much less when scantily clad in public, so more than a few times the strap almost made it down all the way and off. The crowd liked Larry’ dual struggles to cover himself immensely. Mrs. Leer felt her loins moistening.
Larry Martin was beginning to wonder if he had been set up by his coach and his teammates, and he was chagrined. He was also beginning to wonder, the way Sheldon was acting, whether or not Sheldon was going to render him, Larry Martin, completely naked.
Completely naked in front of a crowd that Larry knew would have fun with such a situation. A tiny portion of Larry’s mind found the idea of this titillating, even a little arousing, but with each second that clicked by, with no let up from Sheldon’s clearly orchestrated efforts to expose Larry’s skin, his young, corn-fed fleshy body, in increasingly revealing, approaching vulgar ways, any carefree or “fun” appreciation of being stripped nude for everyone’s amusement evaporated until the only thing left was Larry’s utter distress and fear of being seen naked, photographed, and mocked at an event that would surely be the talk of the town (literally). Larry did not want his ample breasts, his jiggly buttocks, or—most crucially—his less than formidable genitalia—to be the source of anyone’s amusement: lascivious, deliberate, or any combination of the two.
And to be honest, the fact that Sheldon would do something so cruel in front of the school hurt Larry’s pride and his feelings. He was humiliated already in the match, to be stripped naked would just make it unbearable. And Sheldon clearly was not allowing Larry any leeway to cover himself even a little bit. Yes, Larry thought miserably, “they’ve planned this.” That weird tingle of “sexiness” ran through him again, and Larry rejected it almost physically. He would NOT be naked in front of people. He willed himself fo fight with all his might. He shivered again. What would it be like to be naked in front of Mrs. Leer, for instance? Would she find it stimulating? Larry knew in his heart that the old biddy would love something like that, despite her schoolmarm persona.
Larry’s struggle did not go unnoticed by GG, which made it worse for Larry. This was the first time GG began to refer to Larry by name. GG began to deem the wrestlers by their last names. Accordingly, Sheldon was now “Scott”, Larry was now “Martin”.
GG: “Martin trying to cover himself and not doing a very good job. Look at his butt! His clothes are falling off him! Look at his old underwear. It’s falling off him, folks! Maybe we’ll see a lot more of Mr. Martin today!”
This got a surprising amount of immediate applause, not from the entire crowd, but from the gays and especially the girls (all of them). Larry was becoming nauseous although he was a tad relived GG had dropped “kid” and was now referring to him by his last name, which, hmm, Larry felt conflicted again as he realized anonymity was now a lost cause.
Larry collected himself and to defy GG and Sheldon, Larry finally got the singlet restored on himself properly, but sadly, only for a few seconds.
Sheldon then aggressively began touching Larry’s body in an almost exploratory, clinical way, all under the guise of wrestling him. Sheldon had done this before, although never on this scale in front of an audience. Sheldon focused on Larry’s chest at first. “Accidentally” touching an armpit or breast. Inadvertently putting a hand down the back of Larry’s singlet, which covered more of Larry’s body than the front, but still was easy access to Larry’s skin.
Sheldon upped the psychological aspect of the humiliation. In Larry’s ears, through his bushy hair, he kept rasping and whispering one word only Larry could then hear: “Titties”. Then Sheldon would underline it by grabbing one of Larry’s boy tits. Larry gasped the first time Sheldon did this; by the fifth time, Larry had grown silent save for an odd whimpering sound that sounded like “stop”.
Sheldon did this type of thing, over and over, just enough to signal to Larry that this would be no ordinary wrestling match.
GG was all-seeing. He said, “Martin is no match for Scott’s style. He’s not wrestling. He’s deflecting Scott’s touch. Martin’s being grabbed all over and he can’t stop Scott from touching his weak spots, which appear to be all over him. Martin’s wrestled before, I don’t know why the boy can’t seem to get some type of upper hand here. Scott is taller and leaner, but the Martin boy could overcome that if maybe he weren’t so uncomfortable. Scott’s taunting him by whispering something. I can’t tell what it is but it is distracting the Martin boy like crazy. Scott is a master at finding a wrestler’s deficiencies, shall we say. Problem for Larry Martin is that his ENTIRE BODY is a weak spot right now.”
Larry was finding GG’s rather intimate (and accurate) observations maddening and tried simply to blot out GG’s big booming sportscaster voice. He concentrated mightily, and then, Sheldon added tickling to his onslaught. This went over big with the crowd. Larry was protesting vocally (“Stop. Please stop!”) which, for the first time, produced:
THE LAUGHTER AND JEERING OF A COMPLETELY RAPT AUDIENCE.
TO BE CONTINUED WITH PART 3 (FINALE)
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