The Freshman Show

[EverythingOff]

Chapter 2: The Basketball Game

At that moment, the seniors opened the doors to the gym for us, and we saw them! The entire girls softball team was there! Oh my god! I knew those girls. Some of them well! We were going to have to play strip basketball while they watched? And to make it worse, they were sitting in folding chairs just two or three feet from the court! They'd see everything!!!

You should have heard the cheering the second we entered the room. The girls absolutely erupted, immediately jumping to their feet. Whistling and cheers. Yelling and screaming. I heard someone yell out, "Let's see what you got, freshies!" And someone else, "Looking forward to seeing those bouncing balls!"

Through the noise and chaos, I scanned the crowd. Almost all 25 girls from the roster were there. Seniors, juniors, sophomores, and even some freshmen girls who I knew really well. I tried my best to avoid eye contact.

And then, of all people, I saw Emily. Holy shit. I couldn't believe it. She was this really cute freshman who I had been crushing on pretty hard for a couple of months, but I'd never made a move. We knew each other from the dorm, and we had a class together, too. She had these beautiful brown eyes with long brown hair. She was funny, and really pretty. There was just something about her that seemed so sweet and kind and warm. As I looked over the crowd, Emily and I made eye contact for a brief second. She raised one eyebrow, like she was saying, "Well, Brian. This should be interesting."

My heart sank, thinking about Emily watching me be humiliated like this.

After a little bit, the random cheers and yelling gave way to a collective chant of "Strip! Strip! Strip!" followed by uproarious laughter.

We guys were looking at each other in disbelief. A couple of the guys were trying to act all macho like they were hot shit. One of the guys even hit me on the back and said, "Hey, Brian! Free advertising!" But most of us were pretty quiet, all too aware of the naked humiliation that was to follow. I was hoping and praying that we were just going down to our underwear. Please... please...

The seniors made us line up, facing the girls.

"Alright, boys. You know Jamie, the captain of the softball team. She'll be taking it from here. Whatever she says, you do. And if we hear otherwise, there's trouble. Understand?" We all nodded in silence. I already felt humbled in front of all the girls, and the game hadn't even started yet. I scanned their faces again. A couple were looking down or away, like they'd rather not be there. But most were looking right at us, grinning, smirking, and pointing. Like they were checking out our bodies and sizing us up. I even felt like some were kind of pointing in the direction of our crotches, making little side bets on which of us were packing... or not. I looked over at Emily, and she was staring right at me. It was like there was nobody else in the room. For some reason, it looked like she just wanted to watch me humiliate myself in front of her. Like she'd been waiting for it all season. I don't know why I thought that. I'd never done anything to upset her, and she seemed so sweet and kind. But still, when I looked at her, it looked like she was gunning for me. And she looked like she was willing to do whatever she could to humiliate me to the fullest extent possible. But I shook myself out of it. Clearly, she wasn't thinking that. My nerves were just playing tricks on me.

Then, the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I might get hard. And that was suddenly a new fear. That we'd be out there playing basketball, I'd have to strip, and I'd get hard, I'd be running around on the court playing naked basketball with a boner, and Emily would see me. I mean, she was right there, just sitting in her folding chair, sweetly leaning forward with her elbows on her knees and her chin resting on her hands, just waiting for me to strip while she stared at me. The thought of running around naked was bad enough, but to be hard and have my boner bouncing in front of me with each step, I didn't think I'd survive. But Emily seemed eager for the show. She was ready to be entertained... and I was the entertainment; just a prop for her amusement. At least, that's what it felt like to me. My heart sank.

Then suddenly, the two senior guys left. We guys were all in shock. They just left the gym entirely, letting the door close behind them. As much as the senior guys were in charge of us, I felt they also provided a layer of protection. But when they left the room, it hit me. The girls weren't just observers. The girls were calling the shots! Whatever Jamie said, we would have to do, no questions. At that point, I was just praying it was going to be kept to a game of strip basketball. Playing naked basketball in front of the girls softball team suddenly became the best-case scenario. I didn't dare imagine what the worst-case scenario might be.

Jamie walked slowly down the line in front of us, like a drill sergeant, looking each of us up and down.

Then she got to the end of the line and stopped.

"Each of you will now take a step forward, say your name, and step back in line."

And it was weird. A simple task like taking a step forward and saying my name felt like an epic humiliation.

I was toward the end of the line, which made it worse. Because I saw the pattern. A guy would say his name. Like, "Bill." And the girls would erupt with taunting and laughing; stupid stuff like, "We're gonna see you naked... we're gonna see you naked..." and chanting his name over and over until the next guy stepped forward.

My heart was practically pounding out of my chest when it got to me. I stepped forward. "Brian." I announced. They erupted, just as they had for all the other players. "Brian! Brian! Brian!" Plus random comments like, "Hey, Brian! You're gonna look cute naked!" and "Show us some!!!" I glanced over at Emily and she was staring right at me. Then she actually pantomimed pulling down my shorts, and she laughed and raised her eyebrow at me again. My heart practically stopped. I had no idea what that was about. Did she have something against me? Was she just getting off on the idea of embarrassing me? No idea. But there was no time to think about anything. It was happening way too fast.

After all the introductions, Jamie had the crowd quiet down for the explaining of the rules. It would be a short game. The items we would lose would be our practice jerseys, then our shorts, and then our undershorts. That was it. Three items. Jamie actually said, "You'll keep your shoes and socks on. You know. For safety." That got a huge laugh from the girls, which then morphed into cheering and taunting.

So basically, the game could be as short as three baskets or as long as five. But that would be it. Because after a maximum of five baskets, one of the teams would be naked. I consoled myself with the thought that at least it would be over quickly.

Then, with us all still lined up facing the girls, Jamie turned to us and said, "Now we all realize this might be embarrassing for you. I just want you to know that the ladies have all made a pledge, which I know they intend to keep." Then she turned to the girls and said, "Ladies, please rise and recite the pledge."

A lot of the girls were already standing up from all the cheering, but a few were still sitting. But on Jamie's cue, they all stood up, raised their right hands, and with the sweetest and most innocent faces they could muster, they said, "We promise to watch respectfully. We are aware that you boys might be embarrassed to be naked in front of us, and we promise to do everything in our power to help preserve your dignity and keep your humiliation to an absolute minimum." And then all at once, they raised their right hands, showing us that their fingers were crossed. Wow. This resulted in some of the loudest laughter yet, and made my heart sink.

Finally, amidst all the laughter and hollering, Jamie sent us out to the court. So much nervous anticipation. You have no idea.

The whistle blew and suddenly everyone around me sprang into motion, while I was still trying to remember which way we were supposed to be going. I mean, remember, we're baseball players, not basketball players. A few of the guys were pretty good, but I wasn't among them. I never much cared for basketball. To be honest, I wasn't even sure of all the details of the rules. The ball went up for the tipoff, and before I could even blink, it was bouncing toward me. I heard one of the girls yell out, "Hey! No holding!" That got a laugh, for sure. I caught it, sort of, and immediately felt 25 pairs of eyes burning into me. I dribbled and then heard another one of the girls yell out, "Let's see those bouncing balls!" I'll admit, the comments were really throwing me off, just making me think more about the idea that I might be naked pretty soon.

And then, BAM! The first basket came, and just my luck, it was on our team.

The girls went wild. More "Strip! Strip! Strip!" chanting. The scoring team was giving high fives at first, but then they realized what they had done to us. So they quickly became a bit more muted in their enthusiasm, knowing it might be them next.

Jamie yelled into her microphone, "Alright losers. Jerseys off." Her voice reverberated through the space, and the girls were going nuts.

It's not that I was embarrassed to be taking off my jersey. I didn't care if they saw me without a shirt. But it's the way they were looking at me. It was all about inflicting maximum humiliation. And it was sure working.

A couple of the girls ran out and collected our jerseys off the floor, running around us and waving them in the air, taunting us with them. And then I realized that Emily was one of those girls! She had grabbed my jersey off the floor and was waving it in my face, and she said, "Alright, Brian! Looking forward to waving around your underwear in a few minutes!" Oh my god. When she said that, it sent shivers down my spine. I was already picturing it. Me standing there totally naked in front of all these cheering girls, with my crush running around me, waving my own underwear in the air and laughing at me. Holy shit.

The girls went back to the side and we started playing again, and the taunts were becoming more pointed.

“Come on, boys, show us what you’ve got!”
“Don’t be shy now!”
“Hope you wore your lucky boxers!”

Then all the cheers started to morph into a group chant of "Let's go, Freshmen... clap clap clap-clap-clap... Let's go, Freshmen... clap clap clap-clap-clap..."

And then, before I even knew it, another basket was scored on our team. Oh shit. This was getting real.

The girls erupted as soon as the basket went in. And came the shouts and taunts.

“It’s okay, boys, we’ve all had hard days!”
"Careful! You don't want to lose your balls out there!"

The laughter was unbearable. That was really one of the worst parts. Just knowing they were getting such a kick out of our suffering. I don't know if they saw it that way, but that's sure how it felt to me.

I looked over at Emily, and she was pointing right at me, and I actually heard her say to the girl next to her, "Oh my god, look at Brian's face! Think he's nervous about stripping naked right in front of us?" And they started cracking up, pointing at me; first at my face, and then I think her friend pointed down at my crotch and laughed.

The guys on my team, we were all looking at each other in disbelief. And the guys on the other team, while a bit relieved, didn't seem to be reveling in it either.

Jamie walked forward again, microphone in hand.

"Alright, losers. Step forward." She made us stand right next to her, no more than five feet in front of the girls. I mean, they were right there.

"Do we have any volunteers..." Jamie asked of the girls, "who will help these guys out of their shorts?"

Holy shit! They weren't even going to let us take off our own shorts. They were actually going to strip us themselves! The girls went wild, shouting and raising their hands to be picked to strip us! I mean, it's one thing to be forced to take off your own clothes. At least you have some control. But she was soliciting volunteers to come up and strip us!

I was just praying, Not Emily. Not Emily. But of course, who volunteered to strip me? Emily. Cute, sweet, pretty Emily. This wasn't happening. Oh my god.

Emily sprang forward and looked right at me, with this fake sad face. "Aww, Brian. Looks like someone's about to lose their shorts. Gee. I wonder who that could be. Oh, that's right! You! Aww. That's so sad for you!" Each of the other guys on my team was in the same position—some tormentor was relentlessly teasing them about stripping them in front of all the other girls.

Then Emily really started to mess with my head; and she seemed happy to take her time.

"Tell you what, Brian. Do you want me to stand in front of you when I pull down your shorts, so the other girls can't see, or do you want me to stand behind you so you can give them the full show right away?"

I didn't know if she really wanted an answer or not, but she was waiting. So I said, "Um, in front?"

She lightly tapped me on the nose with her forefinger and said, "That's a great idea, Brian!"

She bent down and grabbed onto my waistband. Then she looked up at me and said, "Gee, Brian. I'll have to be super careful. I don't want to accidentally pull down your underwear at the same time by mistake! That would sure be embarrassing. I mean, not for me. Embarrassing for you. Wouldn't it be? If I mistakenly pulled down your shorts and underwear at the same exact time? Gee. I sure hope that doesn't happen!"

I couldn't believe it. I didn't move. I was frozen. I just stood there. The crowd of girls was like a blur to me. There was just a sea of waving and jumping, along with the overwhelming noise of the cheering and laughing and taunts. This was too much.

Then Jamie started a countdown over the mic. "10... 9... 8..." the girls all joined in... "7... 6... 5... 4..." She was counting down to our depantsing. It was too much to take. Finally, "3... 2... 1... Shorts off!" I couldn't even look down. I closed my eyes, and I felt Emily pull my shorts down to my ankles. I looked down, and she tapped my feet to step out of them. Then she picked them up, waving them like a flag, just like she had done before with my jersey. "I've got Brian's shorts... I've got Brian's shorts..." she chanted, taunting me like we were in the grade-school playground.

By now, all the girls were watching and cheering; even the girls who seemed hesitant at the beginning. They were now all fully committed to maximizing our degradation. It almost felt like some of them—maybe even most of them—were actually getting off on it. Emily certainly was.

The noise was deafening. But through it, I could clearly hear the taunts.

"Oh my god. He's totally freaking out!"
"Damn. This is so much fun to watch!"
"Yeah! I'm glad I didn't miss this!"

Then Emily came right up to me, still waving my own shorts in my face, and, as if she was in grade school, she started pointing at me and chanting, "I see England! I see France! I see Brian's underpants!" She laughed her ass off like she was the cleverest girl in the world. I didn't know if I was more angry or humiliated.

The whistle blew and we started to play again. I knew this was it. If we didn't turn it around, we'd lose, and I knew exactly what that meant. My team and I were really desperate at this point, trying everything we could to to make a basket. As the cheers and taunts continued, I heard one girl say something to the girl next to her, and this one stung more than any of the other taunts. She said through her laughter, "And they don't even know what's coming." Oh my god. My heart was really racing now.

It was hard to focus through the laugher and the cheering. I briefly caught Emily's eye, and she shouted out, "Hey, Brian! Don't get too excited!" And I looked down, and holy shit. I was hard. Maybe not all the way, but enough that you could clearly see the bulge in my compression shorts. I quickly scanned the other players on my team to see if I was the only one. I couldn't tell for sure, but I think it was just me. I tried to hide it as best as I could, but there wasn't much I could do. I turned red almost as soon as I realized it.

Emily, of course, picked up on my embarrassment right away. She stood on her folding chair and pointed right at me with arms fully extended, forefingers out, yelling at the top of her lungs, "Brian has a hard on!!!"

Oh my god. I had no idea how this was happening. I wanted to cover up with my hands so bad, but we were playing basketball! I'd end up catching a pass in my face! So I had no choice but to run around. I quickly reached my hand into my shorts, trying to reposition so it wouldn't be so obvious, but Emily saw me and yelled, "Brian's got his hand in his shorts!" Then the taunting really started.

"Keep a stiff upper lip, Brian!"
"Call a pecker penalty!"
"Can't wait to see it, Brian! We promise not to laugh... too much!"

And then the chant began. "Try harder! Try harder!" There was uproarious laughter.

I couldn't concentrate on the game at all. Someone actually gave me an easy pass and it rolled right into where the girls were standing. Emily, of all people, picked up the ball, taunting me to come get it from her. I trotted over. She gave me a look up and down. "Wow, Brian. All hard from playing basketball. Seeing these other guys in their underwear turning you on???" And instead of handing me the ball, she just threw it in to another player. Then she looked down at my boner through my shorts, raised her eyebrow, and said, "Well, at least we know it works!"

I wanted to just melt and disappear into the floor, but I had to run back out to the game. But it wasn't another 10 seconds before the other team made their third basket on us. And in the instant when that happened, the whole place went absolutely bonkers. I mean, through the roof. And we were just looking at each other like, holy shit. This is it. We're getting naked.

I couldn't look at the girls at all. Or even look at my teammates.

Jamie summoned the losing team, ordering them to meet her at the microphone. She made us stand in a line. So there we were. Nearly naked, facing the girls who were a maximum of five or six feet from us.

The crowd got real quiet all of a sudden, anticipating the inevitable.

Then Jamie slowly lifted the microphone. She looked at us and said, "Boys..." She paused dramatically. And then she said, "Welcome to the Freshman Show!"

And when she said that, the girls went absolutely crazy. It was deafening in there, with the yelling and laughing echoing off the walls. They were banging the metal folding chairs on the floor and whistling. It seemed to go on forever, while I and my losing teammates awaited the ultimate humiliation. A chant took over the crowd, "Freshman Show! Freshman Show! Freshman Show!"

[NudeBaG]

Here we go!

[EverythingOff]

Here we go!

No kidding! The girls are absolutely looking forward to the big reveal! Especially Emily! (Poor Brian...)

[Skylar21]

I get the feeling that the basket ball game is not the only event. What will a naked team do after they've lost the game and their clothes?

[DrWhoFanJ]

I also can’t help but think the girls are at least a little disappointed the other team are still all fully dressed as they would’ve been hoping for both teams to make it all the way down to their underwear. (And I personally had also been hoping that at least one of the team had even more embarrassing underwear than the expected boxers for extra teasing. )

[EverythingOff]

I get the feeling that the basket ball game is not the only event. What will a naked team do after they've lost the game and their clothes?

Excellent question, indeed. I guess the guys will find out soon.

I wrote the whole thing in advance from start to finish. But as I rethink some things, I keep getting ideas for new chapters... or ramping up the ones I've already written.

Thanks for reading and commenting. It keeps me motivated to keep writing.

[EverythingOff]

I also can’t help but think the girls are at least a little disappointed the other team are still all fully dressed as they would’ve been hoping for both teams to make it all the way down to their underwear. (And I personally had also been hoping that at least one of the team had even more embarrassing underwear than the expected boxers for extra teasing. )

Yeah. There's that. I'm primarily keeping it focused on Brian's experience. The other players are tertiary characters. Also, I think the girls will have plenty of fun with Brian, even without the other team. So I hope they will be pleased.

I hadn't thought about the underwear angle. That would have been good. I'll add it to the list for the future.

[TeenFan]

There can be an extra penalty for being on the losing team if there is a shutout of 3 points to 0.

[EverythingOff]

There can be an extra penalty for being on the losing team if there is a shutout of 3 points to 0.

I mean, I think the penalty is pretty rough as it is. But what kind of extra penalty did you have in mind?

[NudeBaG]

Just make it fun for the girls