Harry Can't Win Part 2 ( duplication)
Posted: Tue Oct 06, 2026 1:05 pm
( Sorry for the duplication on this story. Newbie here. Overlook me )
Like a man on death row awaiting his execution, every day brought a new anxiety about being stripped at school. Being naked in front of others is fine if you’re in public showers or changing rooms, but not in the hallway of a school with 200 of your peers looking at you, laughing, and capturing your embarrassment on the latest technology.
Friday dawned with an ominous foreboding; Dark clouds, drizzle, and a chill filled the air.
The first two periods went by as always. Harrys next class was on the second floor where the upper classmen were as well. He had an extended break before class so he dunked into the boy’s restroom to pee.
The only available urinal was in the center. Two junior students were on either side. Harry paused, but the need made him take his place and he began emptying his bladder.
“This guy’s a freshman. I don’t think we’ve got him yet,” the boy on Harry’s left side yelled to the boy on his right.
The alarm bells went off in Harrys head. This was it. The gods had abandoned him. Harry cut off his stream, stuffed his penis back into his undies, zipped up and headed for the door.
“Freshman! Get him!” the two shouted to others coming in the door. Like Daniel in the lion’s den, Harry was set upon with reckless abandon.
They dragged Harry kicking and writhing to the back of the room. While some watched for any approaching teachers, Harry was lain face up on a wooden bench. His arms pinned and his legs held, Harry watched helplessly as one by one every piece of clothing was removed from his body.
They stood him naked, Showing him off like a Roman soldier parading his naked captives down the village streets.
A sizeable crowd had formed now. The bathroom was filled with bawdy laughter all at Harry’s expense.
Escaping was futile. Harry was the object of amusement. His arms pinned behind him, he was helpless to their taunts as they pointed to Harrys flaccid member and his hairless balls.
It could have stopped there, after all, Harry was buck naked. They did the deed, but now the second part came. The humiliation. The denizens of disaster worked feverishly on their helpless victim.
As Harry was held in place someone grabbed a can of shave cream. Before Harry knew what was going on he felt the gooey substance against his skin. Then they started rubbing it on his balls. His penis hardened. Luckily for Harry, it wasn't the kind of gel that would irritate the skin. It did the opposite. It stimulated it.
Harrys subconscious began questioning his sexuality. His mind answered. Relax Harry your not gay, your penis is just responding to external stimuli.
Harry snapped back to reality. What was this? Toilet paper. Rolls of toilet paper. They worked to wrap Harrys body from his waist to his balls in sheets of toilet paper, like a half naked mummy until their work was done.
Then came the challenge. Harry would be taken into the hall.
Clad only in a half assed wardrobe of toilet paper. He must make a dash down the hall, retrieve his clothes and run back to dress.
A careful check was made to ensure no teachers were around. A sea of students lined the hallway on each side. The guys stood with Harrys clothes at the opposite end.
The signal was given. Harry bolted like a wild animal heading to devour it’s prey. Cheers, jeers, and guffaws erupted as Harry began his sprint.
The cool air slithering over the shave cream gave Harry another unwanted erection. His penis jutted out from the toilet paper. There he was running down the hall wrapped in toilet paper with his dick sticking out bouncing up and down like a springboard at the pool. A sight not lost on the girls.
Now, the action of Harry running was causing the toilet paper to unravel. Strand by strand was falling to the floor. Harry was naked again. Just as he reached his clothes his penis erupted with globs of semen. He was cumming in front of them all. His face went ashen with shame.
Cameras moved to catch the eruption. Harry grabbed his clothes and turned to run, only to slip on his own semen. Getting up he ran naked to the shelter of the boys room.
Back in the restroom, Harry quickly dressed. It was over. The hallway grew silent and everyone went about their business.
The janitor tried to figure out what the hell was on the floor.
Harry made it to his class and was the talk of the day. At least it was Friday. By Monday a new victim would be sought and Harry would no longer dread the day.
Maybe….
Like a man on death row awaiting his execution, every day brought a new anxiety about being stripped at school. Being naked in front of others is fine if you’re in public showers or changing rooms, but not in the hallway of a school with 200 of your peers looking at you, laughing, and capturing your embarrassment on the latest technology.
Friday dawned with an ominous foreboding; Dark clouds, drizzle, and a chill filled the air.
The first two periods went by as always. Harrys next class was on the second floor where the upper classmen were as well. He had an extended break before class so he dunked into the boy’s restroom to pee.
The only available urinal was in the center. Two junior students were on either side. Harry paused, but the need made him take his place and he began emptying his bladder.
“This guy’s a freshman. I don’t think we’ve got him yet,” the boy on Harry’s left side yelled to the boy on his right.
The alarm bells went off in Harrys head. This was it. The gods had abandoned him. Harry cut off his stream, stuffed his penis back into his undies, zipped up and headed for the door.
“Freshman! Get him!” the two shouted to others coming in the door. Like Daniel in the lion’s den, Harry was set upon with reckless abandon.
They dragged Harry kicking and writhing to the back of the room. While some watched for any approaching teachers, Harry was lain face up on a wooden bench. His arms pinned and his legs held, Harry watched helplessly as one by one every piece of clothing was removed from his body.
They stood him naked, Showing him off like a Roman soldier parading his naked captives down the village streets.
A sizeable crowd had formed now. The bathroom was filled with bawdy laughter all at Harry’s expense.
Escaping was futile. Harry was the object of amusement. His arms pinned behind him, he was helpless to their taunts as they pointed to Harrys flaccid member and his hairless balls.
It could have stopped there, after all, Harry was buck naked. They did the deed, but now the second part came. The humiliation. The denizens of disaster worked feverishly on their helpless victim.
As Harry was held in place someone grabbed a can of shave cream. Before Harry knew what was going on he felt the gooey substance against his skin. Then they started rubbing it on his balls. His penis hardened. Luckily for Harry, it wasn't the kind of gel that would irritate the skin. It did the opposite. It stimulated it.
Harrys subconscious began questioning his sexuality. His mind answered. Relax Harry your not gay, your penis is just responding to external stimuli.
Harry snapped back to reality. What was this? Toilet paper. Rolls of toilet paper. They worked to wrap Harrys body from his waist to his balls in sheets of toilet paper, like a half naked mummy until their work was done.
Then came the challenge. Harry would be taken into the hall.
Clad only in a half assed wardrobe of toilet paper. He must make a dash down the hall, retrieve his clothes and run back to dress.
A careful check was made to ensure no teachers were around. A sea of students lined the hallway on each side. The guys stood with Harrys clothes at the opposite end.
The signal was given. Harry bolted like a wild animal heading to devour it’s prey. Cheers, jeers, and guffaws erupted as Harry began his sprint.
The cool air slithering over the shave cream gave Harry another unwanted erection. His penis jutted out from the toilet paper. There he was running down the hall wrapped in toilet paper with his dick sticking out bouncing up and down like a springboard at the pool. A sight not lost on the girls.
Now, the action of Harry running was causing the toilet paper to unravel. Strand by strand was falling to the floor. Harry was naked again. Just as he reached his clothes his penis erupted with globs of semen. He was cumming in front of them all. His face went ashen with shame.
Cameras moved to catch the eruption. Harry grabbed his clothes and turned to run, only to slip on his own semen. Getting up he ran naked to the shelter of the boys room.
Back in the restroom, Harry quickly dressed. It was over. The hallway grew silent and everyone went about their business.
The janitor tried to figure out what the hell was on the floor.
Harry made it to his class and was the talk of the day. At least it was Friday. By Monday a new victim would be sought and Harry would no longer dread the day.
Maybe….