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[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 5. Difficulties Adjusting to New Situations


Torrance's position as the junior assistant equipment manager lasted for four days. Normally, news travels fast in a small town. Somehow,
amazingly, news of a freshman kid helping out Coach Crushwell by taking notes and running errands for equipment or Gatorade, all while clad
in nothing but a jock strap, failed to reach any administrators of the school. The students at Cumberland Gap high school could keep a secret.

During those four days attendance at football practice for the junior varsity team increased by a significant margin.

The last school bell rings at 3:30. Torrance reports to the equipment room to find out what Leroy needs doing. The first time Torrance showed
up he was still in his school clothes.

"What are you doing still in your clothes?" Leroy asks. "Get into your uniform first."

Torrance stands stunned and mute for about ten seconds, then responds, "My uniform? You can't mean that jock strap."

"Well duh...it's the only thing coach said you can wear." Leroy points back toward the lockers.

It was crazy and awful to be out on the practice field almost naked, but Torrance thought the first practice would be the only time he had
to be out there in that particular "Uniform". It felt just as weird to walk around the entire locker room area and equipment room and the
coach's office while dressed in only that flimsy little piece of cloth over the crotch, leaving the ass bare for all to see.

On the first day as junior assistant to Leroy, Torrance helped set up orange cones in straight lines on the practice field. Then he has to assist
with rolling out 12 black tires. These are for running drills not for speed but to develop balanced footwork.

There were more girls in the bleachers, along with more guys, but the new girls outnumbered new guys four to one. The guys seemed to be
friends of Leroy, lesser members of the school class structure such as chess club geeks who were amazed to find someone lower on the social
totem pole than they are.

Every time Torrance got close to the bleachers he could hear the comments. Every time he got too close to the front row someone would grab
the back part of the jock strap waistband. This band stretches far too easily, and when released it makes a loud pop as it stings the lower
part of the back. The waistband slaps didn't sting as much as the comments. Every part of his body was ridiculed. Sir Bares-A-Lot, Boy
Wonder, and of course Tiny Tim were shouted in his direction. One girl from the marching band grabbed a leg and she felt him up and down
while saying "I like how you shave your legs. They're so smooth and sexy." What drove Torrance crazy is he knows many fourteen year old
boys have little to no hair on the legs, but why does she have to rub it in while physically rubbing a hand on his leg?

What topped it off was when Augusta, the head cheerleader, called Torrance over because she had a question for him.

"Hey Torrance, does your father sell jock straps for a living?" Augusta is staring down at the jock strap that is his "Official" uniform, and she has
this pressed lips smile like she's holding back from laughing.

Torrance has noticed how often there are glances down there, how everyone is judging him...probably judging him by the size of his body
and the size of the bulge pushing out the interwoven, meshy cotton material of the jock strap. It's the lack of a prominent bulge that is
the cause of so many derogatory and nasty remarks. What kind of a question is that, asking if his father sells jock straps. Of course he doesn't.
Mr. Timberland works in the paper mill as a mechanic. Half the town works at the paper mill.

"Umm...No. No he doesn't," Torrance responds to the bizarre question.

"Doesn't do what?"

"My daddy doesn't sell jock straps," Torrance says again louder this time, starting to get annoyed.

"Then how does he support a DICK like you?"

Augusta and the entire group of students sitting within hearing range burst out into raucous laughter. All Torrance can do is turn around
and walk away, his ears burning his brain stirring with competing opposite desires to run away or punch the girl in the face. It would feel
so good and righteous to slap that bitch...but that would be cause for dismissal from not only the team but the whole school.

"You need sunscreen on your ass little man," some dorky band dude shouts. "You're turning rosy red back there."

[Jonjon2]

Great story. I wonder if Leroy or someone else will comment on the fact that he has been wearing the same jockstrap for a number of days and it is no longer white and clean and he needs to give it in so that it can be washed. Perhaps one of the cheerleaders could suggest something suitable for him to wear, such as a short skirt, without knickers of course.

[Trundle]

Two chapters in one day is an incredible treat!

Really enjoying this, and really intrigued as to what the turning point in the story will be. I'm guessing something big will happen to change things but what? and why?

Seriously enjoying this, Torrance is maybe the wimpiest main boy in one of your stories yet TeenFan. Fascinated to see what happens, I'm not sure how much longer he'll be in possession of that jockstap....

[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 6. School Pride and Colors


As mentioned previously, Torrance was junior assistant equipment manager for a period of four days. It was a terrible week, how could it
not be. Most of the time most of the students ignored Torrance. But shortly after he began his assigned duties, while wearing the special
uniform granted to him, so many more students looked his way while he walked the halls of the school, or glanced his way several times
during class. Both boys and girls looked over at him sitting at his desk, and always they have this knowing grin on their faces. These kids
didn't have to speak directly to him to get across "I know what you do after school".

On the third day of junior varsity practices, Coach Gunderson has the twenty players line up near the bleachers in two rows. Nobody has
pads on, just gray athletic shorts and shoes. It was warmups and exercises to begin the day, and then the team would go inside to the
film room to watch videos of proper tackling techniques. Coach Crushwell is inside the gym getting the video session ready, and the assistant
coach has the team all to herself for a while.

Normally, the girls watching from the bleachers have their full attention on all the studly athletes wearing tight fitting shorts. These fit and
trim (except for those on the offensive line) boys look awesome without their shirts, and as they do their stretching and exercises all eyes
are upon them. However, many eyes are focused on the slender one on the end, the one wearing nothing but a jock strap. Coach Gunderson
told Torrance to get in the front line and join in with the rest of the team.

"You want to be on the team so bad, you might as well work out with them." Coach Gunderson was the one who convinced the head coach
to keep Torrance on the team and participating with the group as much as possible will be good for him.

The worst part for Torrance is the jumping jacks. It's such a goofy and humiliating exercise to begin with, and to do that in a jock strap
is about the worst thing imaginable, or so he thought. After the workout finished, Leroy called Torrance over to the bleachers.

"The cheerleaders have a great idea. They are going to improve your team spirit." Leroy then takes a seat on the bench as the five or
six girls surround Torrance.

"Hey...what is this?" Torrance says as he sees coloring markers in the hands of several of the cheerleaders.

One girl kneels down in front of him, and she has in her hand a yellow highlighter. A second girl also has a yellow marker, and a third
cheerleader has a red marker.

"You are wearing the wrong color uniform," Augusta, the head cheerleader, says as she presses the wide felt marker against the front of the
jock strap.

Augusta and the second girl start changing the dingy-white of the jock to bright yellow. The semi-pointy marker tips press hard enough to
leave plenty color on the material, and the pressing was most distressing to one poor boy who is more than a little paranoid about others
looking at his crotch area. Having two markers pushing in on the front of the jock makes the meager sized bulge show out at its maximum.

"Please stop that. Help...help me. You can't touch me like that." The words come out no louder than a whimper.

"We're not touching you silly boy, just your uniform."

They kept NOT touching him down there for five minutes while the two markers turned the jock into a yellow marker of another kind.
The third marker, the red one, is used to color the two straps that hold the jock in place on the back side. The strap goes from the wide
waistband, across the ass, to attach to the jock right behind the balls. Another red marker shows up and another girl starts to color the
waistband itself.

For the first time, Torrance felt something stirring down in the pouch of the jock uniform. He'd been running the errands to fetch things for
Leroy or one of the coaches, and he'd down running and exercises with the team, but this is the first time Torrance felt himself getting
aroused. The small bulge was not so small anymore. The pokes of the red marker on the backside of his balls made him all tingly between
the legs. One girl stuck her head underneath and between the legs so she could reach up and get the hard to reach places.

"Ha ha...I think this is turning him on," Augusta says as she stands back to appreciate the fine artwork. "Now you can show your school pride
while wearing the team colors. Every Cockfighter must strut around like a Rooster showing off the yellow and red."

The Cockfighters, the football team may wear yellow and red, but for Torrance the result is a yellow penis. The cheerleaders put on so much
highlighter ink that it soaked all the way through and turned his dick and balls a bright color of yellow. After the day's practices and
video watching is over, Torrance got home as quick as he could. He tried to wash the color off by taking a shower, but the yellow color
stubbornly refused to come off, as well as a red stripe across both ass cheeks.

[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 7. New Job for a Short Time


On the fourth day of being junior assistant equipment manager, the trouble started after practice was over. Leroy was not at all pleased
Torrance had taken off so quickly the previous day. Leroy pulled his assistant aside as soon as the team players were headed for the showers.

"I needed you here to hand out the towels," Leroy glares at the shorter assistant. "I needed to be in a meeting with the coaching staff, and
you weren't around to be the damn towel boy."

Leroy must have been doubly pissed off. The daily job Leroy insisted on doing himself is to hand out the towels to the naked football guys
as they come out of the shower room. Rumor had it this was the part of the job Leroy liked best. The guys on the team knew Leroy maybe
had a thing for spying on them as they washed off their tired and sweaty bodies, but Leroy was perceived as harmless and the team put up
with it. Leroy is nerdy by nature, and he earned his keep by tutoring the top players in math and science, and Leroy's assistance helped
keep the team together and on the field. Leroy is an essential worker.

Torrance is NOT an essential worker. He can't tutor anybody. The best he can be is comic relief, and in doing that Torrance does splendidly.

"Now roll that towel cart over to the showers. And you won't be needing your uniform. Hand it over to me."

"What do you mean? Why take the only thing I have on?" Torrance is naturally reluctant to get naked, even though this is the boy's locker room.

"You don't need it to be towel boy," Leroy holds out his hand.

Oh great. This is just fine and dandy. The pansy towel pusher equipment manager wants Torrance to stand at the front of the shower room, his
lack of size on display to be contrasted with the manly bodies of the football players, even though they are the same age as Torrance, it's like
being a little boy among those who are almost man sized.

Torrance takes off the jock strap, his official team uniform, and he hands it to Leroy. Then he rolls the towel cart to the entrance of the
shower room.

Even though the only time he has to see the naked body of a teammate is when that player exits the shower to be handed a towel, Torrance
can't help but glance into the shower room occasionally. Sometimes some of the guys are in a playful mood, slapping each other on the ass
or teasing each other about how big their dick's get when they ogle the cheerleaders.

"Hey, look who's watching us today," says Reginald, the quarterback and one of the black players on the team. "Like what you see Shrimp Boy?"
Reginald turns toward the shower room opening, and he thrusts his hips in the direction of Torrance. The well-toned and athletic superstar
of the team has an envy inducing huge schlong that swings back and forth like a snake.

The rest of the guys in the shower cackle hysterically as their fearless leader fuck thrusts his mighty manhood in the direction of the
replacement towel boy.

"Maybe Number 0 will be happy to dry you off," says one of the huge, big and ugly offensive linemen.

As one of the players exits the shower, grabbing a towel from Torrance's outstretched hand, he turns back toward the showers and he declares
"I think Little Man is getting excited. He's got a hardon."

In shock and dismay, Torrance looks down at his crotch. His dick isn't sticking all the way up like it does when fully erected, but it is sticking
partway up and much larger than when completely soft. He covers himself with a hand and has to endure the raucous burst of laughter.
This is so not fair or funny. Funny it is how the dick does what it wants to do, and half the time it's to late to do anything about it when
a boner happens. But why now of all times and places?

Reginald, the super duper studmuffin of a run-pass option quarterback, comes forward to grab a towel. The quarterback has amazingly
white teeth, so noticeable because Reginald is grinning so widely. Once Reginald has a towel wrapped around him, he suddenly grabs Torrance
by the wrist.

"Hey, let go of me," Torrance can barely say, he is so surprised by the sudden move and boy oh boy is that guy quick.

Reginald nods his head toward the exit door to the hallway. "Somebody get the door. Number 0 here is going for a little trip."

Several towel clad players rush off to hold open the door to the hallway. The hallway leads to the gymnasium in one direction, and to
the main school building the other direction.

"Where the hell are you taking me?" Torrance struggles, but resistance is futile against the much larger and stronger guy.

Reginald pushes and pulls and shoves Torrance into the hallway. There are only a couple students in the hallway, and he is cupping the
crotch with one hand, but that is no relief as he gets dragged to a door on the opposite side of the hallway.

"Open that door somebody," the quarterback shouts.

The door is held open, and not surprisingly it is the door to the girl's locker room.

"Noooo. Leave me alone. I don't have anything on." Torrance shouts as if his life depended on it. Somebody must hear him. Some
teacher must come running to help him.

Nobody comes to his aid as Torrance is dragged kicking and screaming into the girl's locker room.

[Trundle]

So happy to see this back again, poor Torrance though. Things keep getitng worse and worse for him.

So now he's been dumped into the girls locker room while naked. He was partially aroused before looking at the boys in the shower, what's he going to be like if he sees anything similar with the girls?

[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 8. Slippery Situation


Doors to locker rooms open inward from the hallway. If the quarterback had tossed Torrance into the hallway, and left it at that, all the guys
have to do is block the door from opening again to keep the naked victim trapped in the hallway. Torrance had been pushed into the girl's
locker room. Reginald and his eager beaver buddies can't hold the door closed. When the panicking Torrance spun around and opened the
door, the quarterback and his terrible teammates blocked the way.

"Please let me out," Torrance begs, his legs near to quacking, hand clutching the crotch. Hopefully the joke is over, and they'll let him run back
in where he belongs.

Reginald shakes his head back and forth, "Forget it Tiny Tim. You don't belong on our team."

A shocked "What the fuck" is spoken behind Torrance. He turns around and not surprisingly it's a girl standing several feet away, a girl dressed
with books in hand, ready to end her day at the school. It's the first girl to see him, and it won't be the last. From the sound of voices and
the noise of the showers in use there are more girls in the locker room, too many.

How many girls are in there isn't the issue. How many does it take to go from Bad to Worse? With him blocked at this door, Torrance must go out
the other exit, the one on the other side of the locker room, assuming the configuration of both locker rooms is identical. The naked boy turns
away from the hallway exit. With hands hiding his junk, he dashes past the startled girl who is seemingly frozen in place with eyes bugging out.
Unfortunately, the girl recovered quickly, and she screams out a warning.

"THERE'S A NAKED BOY IN HERE."

Surprised girls in various stage of undress press towels or t-shirts against their chests. Torrance has no time to glance their direction as he
passes four rows of lockers/benches. Just head for the other door and keep running. Run where?...Torrance has no idea, but anywhere else
must be a better place than here. Just as he is about to pass the open entrance to the shower room, he slams on the brakes as a naked girl
steps out into the main walkway. She was about to grab a towel off the rolling cart parked next to the showers entrance. Torrance could
grab a towel himself, but the girl blocks the way. This girl turns, her mouth opening wide to let forth a mighty scream.

The first thing Torrance noticed about the girl is the large tits, plump with huge brown nipples, poking out from the upper torso like twin
peaks. Below a slender waist the next thing he glances at is the dark patch of moist hair nestled at the connecting point of long, lovely
legs. The third thing Torrance notices is the face. Looking up from that fabulous body is the face of Augusta, the head cheerleader. With
a body like that it's no wonder Augusta is the most popular girl in school, fourteen years old looking like a sixteen year old sex kitten on
some Billionaire's yacht.

Seeing his chance, Torrance runs again, sprinting toward the cart laden with a stack of towels. Augusta backs up, bumping into and knocking
over the towel cart. The cheerleader screams again, her arms flailing to cover herself. Partially dressed members of the cheer squad come
to their leader's rescue, running from the lockers area. Torrance wants to make a mad dash toward the exit, while simultaneously reaching
for one of the folded white towels. It's a bad move, as the floor in front of the shower entrance is wet and slippery. Slipping and sliding,
Torrance is on a surface resembling ice, and he crashes into the shrieking Augusta. The two of them fall to the floor, Torrance on top and
the petrified cheerleader a jumbled mess of arms and legs and tits sticking up into Torrance's face.

A group of girls quickly surrounds the pair, and Torrance is yanked upward to his feet. They then let go, but there is nowhere to go. Surrounded
on all sides by angry females who look like they want to tear his heart out or balls off. A girl without a top on, one of the fellow members of
the cheer squad, with smaller but still very nice breasts exposed, has a phone in her hand. Not bothering to cover up, a call is made to the
school's office. A crying Augusta is led away somewhere by her sympathetic teammates.

"They threw me in here. It's not my fault," Torrance tries to reason with the mob of menacing girls.

It's no use, and a couple minutes later the resource officer enters the locker room. The school resource officer is a heavy set, buffed up butch
like woman with short hair who used to work at the city corrections department. Nobody knows her first name; PROSKY is the name on the tag
on her light brown uniform. Prosky immediately takes charge.

"Okay, I got him now. You can back away girls." The officer doesn't ask questions, doesn't try to figure out what is going on or why. The officer
carries zip ties for these situations. Torrance's arms are secured behind his back. The much larger woman did this expertly and quickly.

What started off as screaming when the naked boy was spotted running through the locker room, then became angry shouts and insults when
the streaker was surrounded and cornered, turned into laughter once the pervert kid is subdued and secured. The girls can see everything.
What they see is the scared, shrunken version of Torrance's penis. In the terror of the useless race to safety, in the tumult and chaos of
capture, Torrance no longer showed signs of the aroused penis he showed upon being tossed from one locker room to another. He was back
to being Tiny Tim.

[Trundle]

Some people are just born unlucky, I think Torrance might be one of those people.

So now he's zip tied and naked, everyone thinks he has a small penis and also that he's some perv who ran naked into the girls changing rooms and groped the head cheerleader. Can things get any worse?

Can't wait to find out.

[TeenFan]

The Haunting of Torrance
Chapter 9. Fixed Trial


With a firm grip on his right arm, Torrance is pulled the rest of the way through the locker room to the exit he was desperately trying to reach.
Out in a different hallway, the officer perp walks the naked boy toward the principal's office. Students and faculty both stop to stare, boys and
girls alike are equally eager to bear witness to the unexpected encounter. Students get yanked off to the principal's office all the time, but
for a streaker to be taken through the hallways of Cumberland Gap High School is a highlight of the school year, and it's only the first month
of school. Some laugh hysterically as they attempt to crowd in closer. Officer Prosky's stern warnings keep them from getting too close.

Looking down at himself, he sees how much the penis and balls still show the yellow highlighter color from the day before. The bright yellow
would not wash off. "I need something to cover me down there," Torrance begs.

As if truly noticing him for the first time, the resource officer stops the march forward. She looks the small, naked boy up and down.
"You're right, kid. That is so indecent."

Still keeping a grip on Torrance's right arm, Prosky used the free hand to reach down and cover the dick and balls that have everyone in an
uproar. Prosky's not so dainty hand cups the boy's crotch, covering the dangling boy bits just as well as an athletic cup would a baseball player's
delicate genitalia. With the female officer's hand pressed over his privates, the walk resumes toward the Administration wing of the building.

After this perp walk is finished, after being followed by a dozen or so giggling girls, mainly the childish talking Ninth Graders who are
awestruck at seeing one of their fellow classmates in such dire straits, after stepping into the waiting room adjacent to Principal Gunther's
office, the secretary informs them the principal is not in but should be back any minute now. During this short chat with the secretary, Prosky
continued to maintain her hand hold on Torrance's boyhood, for his modesty's sake of course. Since it may be a short wait, the secretary
opened the door to Mrs. Gunther's office, saying it would be better to wait inside as several kids kept poking their heads past the door to peek
inside.

While this wait takes place the hand switched to doing something different. It no longer merely covered the penis and balls to protect the
boy's modesty. The fingers tucked under the balls feel around the small ovular orbs inside the sack. Startled and stunned, Torrance glances up
at Prosky's face as the resource officer massaged his balls, sometimes tickling the area an inch or so behind the balls close to the ass crack.
Prosky looks both mean and devilish, cunning and cruel.

"If I ran this school, and you're lucky I don't, punks like you wouldn't be a problem."

The hand movements made the penis get stiffer as the officer's thumb finds the head, rubbing it, making it swell up.

"You like this you little punk...If only you resisted. I could have used the taser. I've wanted to watch a pervert's penis jump and twitch
as the voltage ran through his groin."

These words scared him so bad he could wet his pants, if he had any on. However, the probing and totally inappropriate hand hold, one that is
most definitely not taught in correctional officer school, has caused an indecent response. Torrance's Tiny Tim dick is going back to show off
mode. He can feel it pressing hard into Prosky's hand. The officer glances down and all she does is grin...and grip tight once more.

The voice of the secretary can be heard, "They are in your office Mrs. Gunther."

Officer Prosky removes her hand. The fully erected penis pops up to greet the arrival of the principal as the middle aged woman enters the
office. The principal pauses when she sees the state the boy is in. She stopped to glance down at the smallish but bold statement sticking up
hard and throbbing.

The principal walks around her desk, and sitting down she keeps her eyes on Torrance's body. "Give me your report Officer Prosky." She
continues to stare as she is told the report on the incident at the locker room. Some questions are asked when Augusta showed up, and the
cheerleader told her side of the story.

"He ran at me and grabbed my breasts," Augusta says as she fights back tears, a wonderful job of acting. She made is sound like Torrance
is Jack the Raper, prowling the hallways of the school with hardon ready to pounce. Leroy also showed up, and he told Mrs. Gunther
the guys on the team were complaining how Torrance stands naked at the entrance to the showers, how the junior assistant equipment
manager managed to gawk at the boys in the shower while playing with himself.

"That's not true!" Torrance shouted, but Prosky shook him by the arm, told him to keep quiet.

For several minutes the erection pulsed indecently, before finally beginning to fade. It shriveled back down to Tiny Tim stage by the time
the principal heard every side of the story (except for Torrance's side).

"Thank you for bringing this to my attention. You may all go now. Officer Prosky, you can go too. I'll be okay alone with him. He's still
restrained after all."

The head cheerleader looked disappointed it was time to go. Leroy sneered at Torrance and the nerdy team manager slapped the younger boy
on the butt. Officer Prosky grabbed Leroy and dragged him out of the office. This left Torrance alone in the small room with Mrs. Gunther.

For half a minute Torrance stands in front of the desk as he awaits word about his punishment. Somehow it felt worse in the silence as the
principal once again stares at the naked body in front of her.

"My little fellow with the penis colored yellow, what are you trying to prove?" The principal calls for the secretary. "Call Torrance Timberland's
parents. Tell them I need them here as soon as possible."

[Jonjon2]

I love the way this story is developing. I hope the parents just give permission for the principal to discipline him as she sees fit and that could turn out to be even more embarrassing. Perhaps paraded in front of the whole school or at least in front of the gym class with the girls who were in the changing room when he was thrown in there.