Date: Sat, 7 Mar 2009 13:28:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Jasper Cooper <jax.cooper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Downfall of Nate Ramsey part 5

THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY

This story is a gay fantasy; no part of it is based in fact,
and none of the characters are intended to resemble actual
persons, living or dead. This story chronicles the
humiliating ordeals an 18-year-old high school senior is
unwillingly subjected to. If you are underage, or do not
want to read about such matters, you should leave this
webpage at once. Assuming you do not fall into either
category (and you should not have come this far if you did),
I wish you a very enjoyable time reading this latest
installment.

A note about this chapter: Yes, it took a long time but the
new chapter is finally done. And there's a good reason for
the delay - it is extremely long. Somehow, this story idea
just grew and grew, as did the potential to embarrass Nate.
This chapter is basically still building up to the main
event, which will occur towards the end of Chapter 6. But
meanwhile, there are a couple of new characters introduced,
both of whom (one unwittingly and the other intentionally)
will ensure that Nate's ordeal lasts long after that main
event.

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CHAPTER FIVE:
"Drowning in a pool of despair"


An icy blast of water awoke Nate from his troubled sleep the
following morning.

He yelped and then sputtered as the water went into his open
mouth. Trying to scoot away from the cold shower, he
succeeded only in banging his head against the porcelain
side of the bathtub. He had forgotten that he was still
confined to the tub by the cord binding his wrists to the
faucet above his head.

Wes reached across and turned off the faucet. Nate blinked
the water from his eyes and shivered, as much from the cold
as at the leers on the faces of his teammates, who were
standing around the tub. The events of the previous night
came back to him in a rush, quashing any hopes that it might
all have been just a horrible nightmare.

"Looks like our little princess is finally awake," drawled
Ethan.

"Yeah, hope we didn't wake you from your beauty sleep,
Natey," added Dave.

It had hardly been a `beauty sleep'. It had taken a while
for the burning sensation of the cream applied so liberally
to various parts of his anatomy to die down. Then a somewhat
blissful numbness replaced it. After the battering his butt
had taken from the paddle and the rough penetration of his
virgin hole by several objects, Nate had welcomed the
change. Unfortunately, getting some sleep in the tub was a
different matter. The porcelain was cold and hard, and no
matter how much Nate moved about in the limited space, he
could not get into a comfortable position. And of course,
the fact that every other movement tended to push the
cucumber a little deeper into his ass with a nasty jolt
hadn't helped matters ...

Consequently, it had been a long time before Nate finally
dozed off. And now it seemed like he'd only been sleeping a
few minutes before his rude awakening with an ice-cold
shower.

"Up you get," ordered Owen. "We're already behind time as it
is without you lounging about. Shane, do you mind untying
the slave?"

Nate blanched at the fresh reminder of what he now was while
his tormentor clearly reveled in the opportunity to rub his
face in it. Shane did as instructed by Owen and Nate rubbed
his wrists to restore the circulation in them.

"Come on, move it," Owen said impatiently as Nate struggled
to get up, his body stiff and aching all over. The Hamilton
twins leaned down and pulled him to his feet. One of them
pulled out the cucumber in Nate's ass with an embarrassing
slurp, which made Nate blush and his masters snicker.

Jason tossed a towel at him. "Dry yourself quickly. You
still need to have the burn salve washed off your body
properly but first, you've got breakfast waiting for you
downstairs and we don't want you dripping all over the
house."

At the mention of breakfast Nate's stomach growled. He
hadn't had anything to eat since lunch the previous day,
except for a couple of slices of pizza Devlin had secretly
fed him. The freshman, who had a soft spot for Nate, had not
been able to leave his idol starving and so had sneaked into
the bathroom after the others had gone to sleep. Nate had
pleaded with the younger boy to release him from his bonds
but Devlin had balked.

"Please, Nate, don't ask me to do that. If they find out -
and they will - the guys would kill me!"

"Okay, okay. At least take the cucumber out of my ass. I
feel like my insides are on fire!"

Devlin bit his lip. "I - I can't. They'll know something's
up if you don't have it in your ass in the morning. Look, I
can feed you the pizza and you might just find it easier to
sleep when you have something in your stomach."

Nate had finally agreed; what choice did he have? For Nate
it had been utterly embarrassing to be fed by a freshman,
but for Devlin it had been an unbelievable experience he
wouldn't have dreamt of otherwise. He had crept back to the
room he was sharing with two other freshmen, a huge smile on
his face.

                          & & & & &

When he had toweled himself dry, Nate was led downstairs to
the kitchen, still naked. There, on the countertop, his
meager breakfast awaited him: a tall glass filled with what
appeared to be a smoothie.

"Nothing too heavy for breakfast," explained Wes, "since
we're going swimming in a bit."

Nate stared at him. "We're going swimming?"

Wes laughed. "You make it sound like it's something new. You
know we always go to the pool on Saturdays." It was true;
their coach encouraged the boys to exercise outside of
regular practice to keep them in peak physical condition.
Doing it as a team, he felt, would motivate them to keep fit
and also bring them closer together. With this in mind, Wes
had arranged for the team to swim at the city's Olympic
sized pool every Saturday.

"I just thought - with everything else that's going on - we
wouldn't go today," said Nate.

Jason slapped him on the back hard enough to make him wince.
"Ramsey, try to remember that we don't change our schedules
to suit you. Now drink up."

His teammates watched, eagle-eyed, as Nate obliviously
picked up the glass and started drinking from it. He'd been
right when he thought it was a smoothie - a banana one from
the taste of it. But there was also an odd, underlying
flavor that was less than pleasant.

He put the glass down, half-finished.

"Aren't you going to finish it?" asked Cliff with wide-eyed
innocence. That should have tipped Nate off but it didn't.

"Uh, yeah," said Nate. He was too hungry to care about the
less-than-ideal taste of the smoothie. He downed the rest of
it in one gulp.

"Must have really liked it," commented Drew with an evil
grin. Nate noticed an identical expression on his other
teammates' faces and began to get worried.

"Yup, he's a closet case all right if he fancies drinking
his own cum that much," replied Troy.

Nate realized in horror what the underlying taste of the
smoothie had been. He turned green and tried to make a dash
for the basin to throw up but Owen grabbed his shoulder in a
vice-like grip.

"Don't even THINK of vomiting up the smoothie we went
through so much trouble to make for you," he warned. "Think
instead about how your mother will be the one feeling like
she needs to throw up if she ever sees what her pervert son
has been up to."

Nate felt sick to his stomach but managed to keep its
contents down. The threat had had its intended effect.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" stated Jason with fake
cheeriness. "I suppose we don't need to tell you which
banana we used." He saw the look of dawning horror on Nate's
face and chuckled. "Yes, the same one Troy stuck up your
butt last night. It must have tasted good, considering how
you gulped it down."

Nate's urge to throw up was stronger than ever but he
managed to control it.

"What's the problem, Nathaniel? Your cum not fresh enough
for you?" teased Owen maliciously. "Maybe next time we'll
let you have some straight from the source."

The terrified expression on Nate's face set the guys
laughing again - although more than a couple of them also
had obvious bulges in their pants. The thought of the
arrogant, oh-so-straight stud with another man's dick in his
mouth was turning them on. As for Nate, he fervently hoped
the guys were merely joking around, taking delight in their
hold over him. Anyway, he told himself, if they tried
anything like that he'd bite their dicks off.

Drew and a few other guys stumbled into the kitchen."Hey,
Troy, we were just reviewing the video Ethan shot last
night, of the slave's shower session. You did a pretty
fantastic job there - you could be a porn director, man!"

Troy grinned and gave a very theatrical bow. Nate,
meanwhile, flushed bright red as he recalled the demeaning
things he'd been forced to do during that shower - things
that were now recorded for posterity on tape!

"As a matter of fact, the slave is in need of another shower
to get that gunk off of him," mused Owen, stroking his chin.
"I don't suppose you'd mind overseeing it as well, Troy?"

Troy shook his head. "Not at all, it'd be my pleasure." He
shot Nate an evil look.

"Great! He's all yours then. Just make sure he gets a
thorough wash."

"He'll be squeaky," promised Troy. "Come along then, slave
boy." Grabbing hold of Nate by his right ear, he began to
drag him, with Nate stumbling along to keep up and not have
his ear tugged off.

It took a moment for him to notice they were headed, not for
the stairs, but the door that led to the backyard. "Hold on,
this isn't the way to the bathroom!"

Troy turned round to face him. "Not that we need to explain
ourselves to you ... but we've decided that, what with you
being a slave, you don't deserve to get to shower in the
bathroom twice in a row. And besides, we couldn't be more
thorough in getting you clean than hosing you down outside."

"Hosing ...? You can't be serious! It's broad daylight out
there! My neighbors would see! I can't!"

Troy's eyes narrowed. "Can't ... or won't?"

Nate swallowed. He recalled the warning about penalties for
disobedience. It was scant consolation, but he knew that the
backyard, unlike the lawn, was surrounded by a six-foot-high
wooden fence. Only his direct neighbors would be able to see
in, and that too if they were looking down from their upper
floor windows.

Silently, he gave in and followed Troy, who smiled at his
acquiescence. It was a minor victory, but the slave was
clearly becoming more accustomed to his new status. As he
flung open the door, the bright morning sunlight hit Nate
and he balked. By that time, however, the rest of his
teammates were at his back and when he stopped, one of them
`helped' him with a shove out the door.

"Stand over there," ordered Troy, pointing to a spot in
front of the fence. Nate obeyed, casting a nervous glance at
the Rawlins house next door. He fervently hoped his young
Peeping Tom neighbor had been sufficiently stricken by the
telling-off he was bound to have received after having his
activities reported to his parents, that he wouldn't be
inclined to spy on Nate again. Otherwise, he would have been
treated to a real eyeful that morning.

Troy fumbled with the garden hose, finally succeeding in
turning it on. Nate had braced himself for the inevitable
cold splash, but it still hit him like a ton of icy bricks.

"Raise your arms above your head," Troy called out. Nate did
as he was told, shivering as the powerful jet was aimed at
his armpits. As Troy directed the hose down his torso,
washing away the residue of the heat salve, Nate saw Ethan
emerge from the house, video camera in hand. Evidently, this
shower session was also to be recorded.

"Lift your dick so that I can get at your balls," was Troy's
next instruction, making some of the freshmen titter. The
laughter spread when Nate yelped as his genitals bore the
full force of the spray from the hose.

Seemingly satisfied with the condition of Nate's front, Troy
told Nate to turn around and proceeded to hose down his
back. Nate trembled with dread, certain what Troy's next
command would be. Sure enough, it was what he had feared.
"Spread your buttcheeks, slave, so I can give your hole a
proper cleaning."

Nate hesitated; it had been bad enough exposing his most
private orifice to his teammates the previous night in the
bathroom, but it was infinitely worse now that he was
outdoors and in broad daylight. He knew, though, that there
would be no getting out of it. If he refused to obey, Troy
would simply get a couple of the guys to hold him down and
the commotion would rouse the neighbors.

"I said -" Troy began, but Nate was already hurriedly
pulling his cheeks apart. There were a couple of gasps as
Nate's tightly puckered anal ring came into view. Although
still virginal, the hole was perceptibly wider after having
a cucumber lodged in it all night.

"We'll make a whore of you yet," joked Lucas - or at least,
Nate hoped he was joking. He blushed crimson with shame as
the jet of water scoured his insides. Ethan, operating the
video camera, made sure to zoom in on Nate's asshole.

"Alright then, I think we're done here," said Troy at last.
"No, wait a minute. I almost forgot. Do you need to pee?"

As a matter of fact, he did. He hadn't had any toilet breaks
in more than twelve hours and his bladder was fit to burst.
Turning an even deeper shade of red, he nodded.

"Well then, go right ahead."

Nate couldn't believe his ears. "What?"

Troy rolled his eyes. "You heard me. You can go right ahead
and start pissing."

"H-here?" stammered Nate.

"Yes, HERE. There's a drain next to you, in case you haven't
noticed."

Nate hesitated, reluctant to urinate in this open spot, in
front of so many observers. "It's okay, I don't need to go
after all."

"Aw, what's the problem, Natey? Are you pee-shy?" mocked
Dave.

"You'd better be sure about not wanting to go," warned Troy.
"Because if this is due to some misplaced sense of dignity,
you can go stuff it. Slaves have no shame. Besides, this is
probably the only chance you'll be getting for a while and
trust me, wetting your pants is going to be a whole lot more
embarrassing."

Nate hated that Troy was right. "Okay," he said quietly. He
turned so that his back was to the guys. Almost immediately,
they moved forward to surround him from all directions.

"Guys, I can't go if you stand around me like this," he
protested.

"No privacy for slaves," barked Lucas. "If you need to go,
you can do so in front of us."

Nate gulped. The only consolation was that the ring of guys
surrounding him shielded him somewhat from any neighbors who
might be looking out of their windows.

Grasping hold of his dick, he willed the urine to start
flowing, and quickly. Masturbating in front of his teammates
had been bad enough, but at least that had been indoors. Now
he was being expected to perform this bodily function out of
doors and in broad daylight. Unsurprisingly, the urine
refused to flow.

"Oh look, poor Natey really IS pee-shy," Dave snickered.

"Maybe he just needs a helping hand. After all, the last
time anything came out of his dick, he needed to have
something up his ass," replied Ethan.

Perhaps it was the fear of being ordered to stick a finger
(or more!) up his ass again that made Nate go at last. The
first dribble of urine splashed the grass by the side of the
drain, provoking yelps of outrage from a couple of freshmen
who'd been standing a little close for comfort. A sense of
vindictive pleasure almost made Nate smile, for the first
time since his enslavement. He surpressed the grin and
instead carefully directed the arc from his dick into the
center of the drain.

After what seemed like ages (during which time Nate avoided
all eye contact with his teammates), the stream finally
stopped. Nate was acutely aware of the other guys' gazes as
he shook the last few droplets from his dick. Looking up, he
suddenly realized that Ethan had never stopped filming. The
past few moments had been immortalized just like his
masturbation session. Nate was filled with shame.

"Well, if you're done, we'll leave you to get dry," said
Troy. He started to walk back towards the kitchen door, the
others following.

Nate was stupefied. "You're leaving me out here?"

"Yes, Nate," Troy answered with exaggerated patience.
"Surely you understand that we don't want you dripping all
over the kitchen tiles."

"Can't I just have a towel?" begged Nate, desperate not to
be left naked in the backyard, with the sun shining and
scarcely any cover in the yard behind which he could hide.

"You had the luxury of one last night," Dave reminded him.
"We don't want you to get accustomed to luxuries, what with
your new status and all. Come on guys, let's go inside."

Nate tried to control his panic as he watched his teammates
disappear into the house, one by one, and he very nearly
succeeded. But as Devlin began to shut the door - the
gateway to the sanctuary of Nate's own home, his terror went
into overdrive. He rushed at the door and grabbed hold of
Devlin's arm before he could shut it completely. "Come on,
man, have a heart! Don't leave me out here!"

Torn, Devlin wavered between shutting the door on Nate and
allowing the hunk indoors. But the decision was swiftly
taken out of his hands by Troy, who appeared from behind and
attempted to disengage Nate's grip on the freshman's wrists.

"Nate, I do suggest you remember the boundaries between a
slave and one of his masters. Now, be a good boy and accept
your fate. And quickly, otherwise we'll have to throw you
out on your ass and that racket is bound to stir your
neighbors. I don't think you want that now, do you?" Troy
enquired, sweetly.

Nate reluctantly let go of Devlin's wrists and stepped back.
"The sun's out, so it shouldn't take you long to get dry,"
Devlin offered as though it would be of some consolation to
the unfortunate stud. Troy gently reached forward and pulled
the door shut.

Alone in the yard, Nate hesitated for only a second before
darting for the nearest shrub and curling up behind it. He
knew his position would make it harder to get dry but he
cared more about not being seen by the neighbors. Every now
and again, he glanced nervously towards the windows of the
neighboring houses. Once he thought he saw the curtains of
Bobby's bedroom window twitch and his heart almost stopped.
But seeing no one at the window, he eventually dismissed it
as a trick of the light.

Meanwhile, just inside, Devlin received a telling-off from
his seniors. "Do you remember what you were told?"

"Yes," mumbled Devlin miserably. "No fraternizing with the
slave."

"Exactly," said Jason. "Nate is not your friend. Maybe you
feel some of this stuff is unfair to Nate but you haven't
known him as long or as well as some of us have. He's pulled
some pretty awful shit on us over the years and now he's
getting his just desserts. As a team, we're electing to
teach him a proper lesson. Right, team?"

"Aye, aye!" yelled the other guys in the kitchen. "You got
that, Dev?"

The blond freshman nodded mutely.

"Good. Now go pack up your stuff, we won't be staying here
long when we get back from the pool."

Cliff looked up from his cereal, puzzled. "But I thought we
were going to be here all weekend."

"Nope," replied Jason. "That was the plan, but it's changed.
We older guys are going out to a club tonight and I'm afraid
it's 18 and above only."

"Oh." The lowerclassmen looked disappointed as they shuffled
off to get their gear together. As they left, Wes, Owen and
Drew came into the kitchen, the latter carrying a laptop.

"You guys should check this out," said Drew excitedly. "I've
put up all the footage from last night. By the way - that
shower vid you shot, Ethan, really is pornographic."

Ethan was surprised. "You've put that stuff online? But I
thought we promised -"

Drew waves aside his concerns. "It's a secure site. It won't
turn up on any search engine results, and even if someone
did have the address, they'd need a password to access the
footage. I've emailed all of you the link and the password."

The guys who hadn't seen the videos pored over it as Drew
set the laptop on the counter and pressed play on the shower
video. The comments from the observers went something like
this:

"Nice camera work, Greene. Ramsey's expressions are
hilarious!"

"Yeah, you should see his face when he's shoving three
fingers up his ass."

"I can't watch, man. This is like some kinky gay porno.
Petersen, I should've known you were the director!"

Drew meanwhile had wandered over to the windows overlooking
the backyard. "Where is the slave anyway?"

Lucas looked up from the laptop screen long enough to give
him a reply. "Hiding somewhere, probably scared out of his
wits."

"Are you guys sure he won't make a run for it?"

Jason snorted. "This is Ramsey we're taking about. The guy
who won't change in the locker-room unless he's got a towel
`round his waist? I think he'd sooner die than run out onto
the street in his birthday suit."

"Speaking of suits," Owen interrupted, "Wesley and I had a
look through the slave's closet to get him some stuff to
wear outside but we couldn't find anything appropriate for
the pool. Well, apart from boardshorts that came down to his
fucking ankles. Any ideas, guys?"

"I think I know exactly what you need," replied Dave. "My
little bro has this pair of Speedos he grew out of some time
back. Cliff only ever used to wear it in our home pool
`cause it was pretty worn." There was a devilish twinkle in
Dave's eye. "I should mention that it's white in color."

Owen chuckled as he visualized, with malicious glee, poor
Nate wearing the revealing swimwear in a public pool.
"Excellent, David. We can swing by your place on our way to
pick it up."

Hey," said Ethan suddenly, tearing his eyes away from his
handiwork that was playing on the screen, "what's this about
us going to a club tonight? It's the first I've heard of
it."

"Oh, that." Wes exchanged a glance with Jason, whose
answering nod confirmed what they'd agreed in advance.
Excluding the younger team members from the advanced stages
of their revenge scheme had become necessary. "Yeah, Troy
has arranged a little surprise for later tonight."

"What kind of surprise, Cap'n?"

Wes grinned mysteriously. "The kind Nate is not going to
forget in a hurry."

                          & & & & &

It was an hour later that the guys came out to collect Nate
from the backyard. By that time, all kinds of scenarios
about being discovered naked in the backyard had played out
in Nate's mind, each one more humiliating than the last.
Unmindful of his mental torture, Owen tossed some clothes at
him.

"Put these on," he ordered.

Nate struggled to his feet (no one offered a hand) and
looked at the clothes he'd been given. There was an old t-
shirt, its sleeves raggedly cut off, and a pair of cargo
pants - nothing else.

"Um, there's no, um, underwear?" Nate hazarded nervously.

Owen barked with laughter. "I'm sorry, Nathaniel, but we had
to toss all of your undies in the trash. We'll get you some
new ones tomorrow but, in the meantime, you'll just have to
go commando. It shouldn't be a big change considering you've
been, er, swinging free all night."

Turning red, Nate pulled the cargo pants on. Then he
discovered a second shortcoming. He'd always worn this
particular pair of pants with a belt; like many other
teenaged boys, he liked them to sit low on his hips, showing
off an inch or two of the boxers he had on underneath. The
problem was that he didn't have any underwear on today and,
without the belt, the pants would be slung dangerously low.

"I don't suppose I could get a belt?" he asked pleadingly.
"There should be a few in the drawer -"

He didn't get to finish his sentence before his teammates
burst out laughing. "Did you hear that, boys, he wants a
belt?" Owen turned back to Nate and snarled, "Don't push
your luck, Nathaniel - you're lucky we're letting you put
some clothes on at all!"

Nate bit his lip, knowing his pleas would be futile.
Cautiously, he did up the button on the pants and then let
them slide down. The result was as he had feared; the only
thing holding the pants up was the curve of his muscular
butt. More than an inch of buttcrack was visible at the rear
and at the front - well, let's just say it was fortunate
Nate's substantial pubic bush had been shaved off the night
before. When he moved forward, the pants slipped even
further but, thankfully, they held, although the root of his
dick was now starting to come into view.

Blinking back tears of humiliation, Nate pulled on the t-
shirt. It was an old pair, tight around the pectoral muscles
(his nipples stuck out prominently through the thin
material) and the bottom hem didn't quite reach the low
waistband of his shorts. Even the slightest movement caused
the shirt to ride up, exposing Nate's blatant lack of pubic
hair.

"Alright, stop preening and get a move on," complained Owen
sarcastically. "We've got to make a stop along the way."
Nate was once again bundled into the back seat of his own
car, although this time, Owen took the wheel with Wes by his
side and Nate sandwiched between the Ramirez brothers, Dave
and Cliff.

The ride was less of a torture for Nate thanks to having
some clothes on, although Owen did his best to make it
unpleasant. Nate was ordered to slouch down in his seat,
arms behind his head, so that his t-shirt rode up past his
navel and his pants rested just below the base of his dick,
displaying both his hairless armpits and six inches of
smooth skin on his lower abdomen.

Their detour to the Ramirez home, to pick up Cliff's old
swimsuit (or rather, Nate's new one) made them arrive at the
Franklin County Aquatic Center after the rest of their
teammates.

"Okay, here's how it's going to work," said Owen after they
got out of the parked car and started walking up to the
aquatic center. "You will strip naked as soon as you enter
the changing room. You don't get to put your swimsuit on
until the four of us have changed into ours. It may only
take us a minute, or it may take ten, but either way, you
stay naked. If there's anyone you recognize in the changing
room, strike up a conversation with them. And make sure you
stand as close as you can to the door of the changing room.
No matter who walks by or who comes in. Got that?"

Nate swallowed. Acquiescing to Owen's demands would mean
exposing himself to anyone, females included, who might walk
past the men's changing room. And there was a good chance of
that, given that the women's changing room was right next
door to the men's.

"I don't think we need to tell you that violating this
stipulation will mean a lot of people receiving a very
obscene picture message from your own phone," Owen added
threateningly.

"Okay!" Nate blurted out desperately. "Stay naked for as
long as you guys take to get changed, I got it."

Owen smiled wolfishly as he hopped out of the car.
"Excellent! Clifford, give the slave his trunks." The
freshman handed Nate a wadded-up piece of white fabric. Even
without unfolding it Nate knew the material would not cover
even a tenth of what the boardshorts he normally wore would
have. He swallowed back another sob.

Walking into the center he saw, to his dismay, that there
were already quite a number of people there. Mostly it was
parents with young children, who (thankfully) would use the
kids' pool rather than the Olympic-sized one where Nate and
his teammates swam, but the number using the latter was
still not negligible. He fervently prayed that there would
be no one he recognized in the changing room but his hopes
were dashed as soon as he entered it.

Scott Burnham, the captain of the Carlisle Panthers - the
rivals of Nate's team, the McKinney Marlins - looked up from
his sports bag as they came in. Nate's heart sank; he'd
forgotten that Scott occasionally came for a swim by himself
on Saturday mornings.

"Well, if it isn't the Marlins," said Scott, toweling his
hair dry. All he had on was boxers and his well-defined
torso gleamed wetly. The rugged, black-haired Carlisle
Academy senior was working the scruffy look. "I thought I
spied some of your guys getting in the pool just as I was
leaving, Stanford."

"Morning, Scott," replied Wes conversationally. The rivalry
between the two schools ran deep. "Yes, the whole team's
here today. You done with your swim already?"

"Yeah, I was here when they opened and had the pool all to
myself." Behind Scott, Owen gestured to Nate to start
disrobing. Reluctantly, the stud pulled his t-shirt over his
head, painfully aware that his low-slung pants had come to
rest below the base of his dick. Fortunately, Scott's
attention was on Wes - but not for long.

"Scott, you remember my teammates: Owen Montrose, Dave
Ramirez, his brother Cliff and -" Wes gestured to them one
by one, pausing when he reached Nate, who was in the midst
of removing his pants.

Scott completed his sentence for him. "Nathan Ramsey. How
could I forget? McKinney's star player." Scott looked up and
down Nate's incredible body, now laid bare before him, and
his eyebrows almost disappeared into his fringe when he
noticed Nate's hairless groin. "Interesting look you're
going for there, Ramsey," he remarked with the trace of a
sneer in his voice.

Nate turned beet red. "I, um - thought I'd try something
new. Different. My girlfriend suggested it," he added
wildly. Unable to look Scott in the eye, he pretended to be
busy folding his clothes.

"Riiight," said Scott. It was obvious he didn't quite
believe him. He pulled on his trousers and reached for his
shirt. "Well, it was nice meeting you guys. I guess I'll see
you at the championship game."

"You sure will," Wes threw back.

Scott finished buttoning his shirt and grabbed his bag to
leave. "Oh, and Ramsey?" Nate's head jerked up from the
locker where he was putting away his clothes. "Smooth, man.
Real smooth." Whether he was referring to Nate's denuded
crotch or the lameness of his excuse for it wasn't quite
clear.

Nate could feel a small part of him dying inside. Scott
would tell the Panthers how the great Nathan Ramsey was
shaved smooth down there and his reputation as a macho
straight boy would be tarnished. Wes, Owen and the Ramirez
brothers, however, cackled with laughter.

"I think we've got a new moniker for Nathaniel, don't you?"
said Owen.

"Yeah, `Smooth', how'd you feel about your new nickname?"
asked Dave.

"Hey, wasn't he supposed to stand in front of the door?"
Cliff pointed out suddenly.

"You know, it completely slipped my mind in the hilarity of
Smooth's ... smoothness. Slave, you heard Clifford. I'm one
second away from pressing SEND on those picture messages."

Nate almost fell over his feet in his haste to return to the
appointed spot. An agonizingly long time went by as the
others took their own time getting changed into their
swimwear. Needing an excuse for standing by the door, Nate
rifled through the nearest available sports bag, ostensibly
looking for his trunks. His ears burned as he overheard a
pair of women walking past the door on the way to their own
changing room.

"My goodness, did you just see -"
"Yes, I did, Lucy. Now keep walking and DON'T STARE!"

He also had to endure the snide remarks of a group of
teenaged boys who came in to get dressed. They almost rammed
into him as they came bursting through the doorway, and then
stopped dead as they noticed his obvious lack of any body
hair.

"Not gone through puberty yet, big guy?"

When Wes finally announced they were ready to go into the
pool, Nate heaved a sigh of relief - too soon, as it turned
out. As he pulled on the Speedos, it quickly became apparent
that they were far too small for him. The threadbare white
fabric certainly didn't help matters: every curve and
crevice was clearly outlined, if not accentuated, by it.
There could be no doubt to any observer that Nate was
circumcised or that his crotch was shaved bare. And the
color meant that the material would turn translucent upon
contact with water.

"I can't go out there like this!" Nate exclaimed. The
teenaged boys looked up from the other end of the room where
they were changing and Nate hastily lowered his voice. "It's
- it's obscene!"

"Would you rather go out naked?" asked Owen. He grasped hold
of Nate's arm, his fingers digging painfully into the bare
flesh. "When we gave you these Speedos, our decision wasn't
up for questioning, certainly not by you. Now you can either
go out in those trunks or you can go out butt-naked."

Nate forced himself to think rationally. The Speedos, while
extremely revealing, did offer some degree of modesty. Being
forcibly stripped and tossed out on his ear, which was what
he was sure Owen would orchestrate in the event of his
disobedience, did not offer any such comfort. He gave in
silently and walked out into the public area of the pool.

Almost instantly, there was a wolf-whistle from one of his
teammates already in the pool - he thought it was Parker but
he couldn't be sure. What he did know was that it attracted
the attention of several onlookers who weren't part of the
team. Blushing with embarrassment, he quickly dived into the
pool. When he resurfaced, he found himself surrounded by his
teammates.

"Those Speedos leave very little to the imagination, huh?"
snickered Drew.

"Yeah, they're a very good fit," said Troy. He slapped a
hand against Nate's butt; the Speedo material was so worn
that it felt to Nate like the hand had come into contact
with his bare skin. Troy maliciously dug a finger into
Nate's crack, making him jump. He couldn't believe he was
being molested in this way in a public pool.

Wes's words therefore brought him some very welcome relief.
"Don't let us keep you from your exercise. We're still here
as a team to exercise like we do every other Saturday, so we
expect you to complete as many laps as you would normally."

This command was one Nate could willingly acquiesce to - it
offered a sense of normalcy that he had not expected, and he
was grateful for any opportunity to take his mind off the
hell he was living in. Not that the boys were willing to let
him be completely unhindered; every time he swam past a
teammate he inevitably got a slap on his butt or a tweak of
his nipple.  Fortunately, most of this went unnoticed by the
members of the public who were also in the pool - but this
was not the case with the virtually transparent Speedo,
which concealed nothing at the back (the front was,
fortunately for Nate, double-layered).

"Don't you need to use the restroom, Nathaniel?" Owen asked
suddenly.

"No ...?" replied Nate, a little puzzled at where this was
leading.

"Well, you do now." Owen's  tone of voice brooked no
argument and Nate immediately put together why Owen was
displaying apparent concern. He'd hoped to make only one
journey between the pool and the changing room in his wet,
translucent Speedos, but that choice was taken out of his
hands. Reluctantly, he obeyed, getting a few strange looks
from the people he passed on the way. Some looked disgusted,
others amused, but all around he was just an object of
ridicule. By the time he reentered the water, he was
trembling - and not because he was cold.

"I've done what you asked," he told Owen in a shaky voice.
Owen's desire to humiliate Nate, however, had been quenched
for the time being, and his attention was now elsewhere.

"What's up with Spencer?" he was asking Troy. "He looks down
in the dumps."

Nate followed their line of vision to the lifeguard tower,
where a handsome, blond college-aged guy was keeping watch
over the pool. Nate didn't know Spencer Zarowsky personally;
he'd only ever seen him at the pool but heard plenty from
Troy, whose elder sister Carly was in the same year as
Spencer at the local university. Nate had rolled his eyes
when he heard of the collective disappointment of the
college girls when they learnt that Spencer was gay. The
college guys, however, had been relieved - it would've been
hard to compete with "green eyes to drown in" and a body
honed by years of competitive swimming. It was the latter
that had helped Spencer ("Z" to his friends) secure the job
of a part-time lifeguard at the county aquatic centre.

"Carly said he broke up with Derek," Troy said in reply to
Owen's question.

"That jerk who plays for the Panthers?"

"Yup, that's the one. Poor guy, looks like he could do with
some cheering up."

Nate didn't hear Owen's response as he received a tap on his
shoulder. He turned around to see a pretty, brunette girl
crouched down at the edge of the pool. "Hi there, handsome
stranger."

"Hey, Allie," he said self-consciously. She was a frequent
user of the pool on Saturdays and had made her interest in
him obvious for weeks now. He knew his new swimming attire
would not have escaped her notice. "How are you?"

"Fine. In fact, better than fine, since I set eyes on a
certain someone this morning. Nice trunks, Nate. You really
should wear them more often - a lot less work for the
imagination, if you know what I mean." With a seductive
wink, she stood up and strutted off to the women's changing
room.

Nate blushed furiously - he always welcomed girls' attention
but now he wasn't in control of when and how he got it. Just
how much had Allie been able to make out through the
translucent Speedos? He wasn't allowed much time to ponder
the question, however, as he turned around and bumped into
Owen. He had clearly overheard Nate's exchange with Allie
and was far from pleased about it. The Speedos had been
meant to humiliate Nate, not make him more desirable to the
females.

"So she thinks you look hot in your Speedos, huh?" hissed
Owen. A few of the other guys had swum closer to them and
Owen's next words were directed to them. "I'm sure she'll
find you totally irresistible WITHOUT them!"

Nate's eyes widened in fear as the boys lunged at him. "No,
guys, you can't be se-!" The rest of his words were lost as
someone pulled him under, making him swallow a mouthful of
chlorinated water. Half a dozen hands grabbed at his
Speedos, pulling them in various directions. Nate tried to
kick out at them, catching someone's shin, but he was vastly
outnumbered to make any significant impact. He remembered
being in a similar situation just the day before, when he'd
been forcibly stripped of his underwear on the basketball
court. The scene that had started his descent into hell was
now repeating itself, less than 24 hours later, but this
time in an even more public setting. He lashed out again,
determined not to let them succeed.

Unfortunately for Nate, strength in numbers was not the only
factor working against him that morning. The Speedos, its
seams already weakened from wear, could not resist the force
of so many hands pulling it in different directions. With a
horrible ripping sound, it came apart in two separate
pieces, leaving Nate completely naked.

Their mission accomplished, the boys backed away from Nate.
He resurfaced, gasping for breath and about to yell for the
guys to return his Speedos (or what remained of them) to
him. But then he discovered all the thrashing about in the
water had attracted the attention of several onlookers. Most
of them had passed it off as just teenaged fun, but that was
only because the depths of the water hid the fact that Nate
was fully nude. He desperately covered his groin with both
hands and approached Owen, who was holding one half of the
Speedos.

He hated begging but there was no other option. "Please,
Owen, just give them back ..."

"You can always come get them if you want," replied Owen
before turning around and swimming to the far end of the
pool. Nate was about to follow, when he realized that
chasing after Owen would mean exposing his naked behind. He
turned to Drew, who had the other half of his trunks. But
before he could even ask, Drew had followed Owen's lead and
rapidly swam away from him.

Panic was swiftly setting in. How long before people started
to realize he was naked? A swimmer brushed past him and Nate
shrank back against the wall of the pool, fervently hoping
she hadn't noticed anything. He looked for his teammates
and, to his horror, saw them all getting out of the pool.
Seeing his terrified gaze in their direction, Owen gave him
a cheeky wave while dangling the torn Speedo in his other
hand. The boys disappeared into the changing room.

The panic now threatened to overwhelm Nate. He looked around
the pool desperately for anyone, any ally who might offer
him a way out of the predicament he found himself in, but he
couldn't anticipate their reactions. Would they help, or
inform the lifeguards? He could imagine himself being
branded a pervert, dragged naked out of the pool, reported
to the cops, his parents informed ...

He shuddered, the thought too awful to continue
contemplating. He knew he had two options: stay in the pool
or get out and run to the safety of the changing room. The
first option meant there would be no escape if someone
realized he was naked, and he knew that, the longer he
stayed in the pool, the greater the chance of that
happening. He surveyed the distance from the men's changing
room door to the pool edge nearest to it. Could he make the
dash to the changing room without being spotted? His chances
were slim, he knew that - and his two hands would not
protect his modesty if he did end up being seen.

Then his eyes fell on a Styrofoam flotation aid lying by the
side of the pool. The child to whom it must've belonged was
currently swimming by himself, watched over by his father.
Nate quickly estimated that the float was wide enough to
provide some cover for his butt, and he could use his other
hand to cup his genitals. His confidence went up a notch.
Maybe - just maybe - he could get out of this with the last
shreds of his dignity intact.

Slowly, he inched closer towards the end of the pool nearest
to the changing room, quietly swiping the flotation aid on
his way. The father and son didn't seem to notice. As he
completed the underwater leg of his journey, he saw his
teammates exiting the changing room, freshly showered and
changed back into their street clothes. Nate must have been
paralyzed with fear for longer than he'd thought.

"See you later, Nathaniel!" called out Owen.

"Yeah, don't take too long!" sniggered Ethan. Nate only just
managed to hold his tongue as the boys piled out. He hoped
their departure would let him escape from his predicament
with relative ease.

He took a quick look round the pool. Everyone seemed to be
busy with their own stuff; there would be no better moment
than this to make a dash for the changing room. He placed
his hands palms-down on the side of the pool, preparing to
hoist himself out of the water. It was then that he realized
a minor flaw in his plan. There was no way he could cover
himself up as he was getting out of the pool.  He hesitated,
loath to being fully exposed even for a few seconds. But
then he remembered that he had no alternative so, gritting
his teeth and hoping for the best, he quickly hoisted
himself out of the water.

Unfortunately for Nate, in his hurry to minimize exposure,
he slipped on the wet tiles as he clambered to his feet. He
managed to break his fall, but any hope of escaping into the
changing room unnoticed was gone.

From behind he heard the scream of a woman shocked by the
sight of the naked teenager sprawled facedown by the
poolside. Nate frantically struggled to his feet, as
hurriedly as he could without slipping again.  A man (the
lifeguard, probably) yelled out "Hey, you! Stop right
there!" but Nate ignored him. Clutching the flotation aid
against his backside with one hand and ineffectively cupping
his dick and balls with the other, he ran for the changing
room, not even pausing for breath until he'd made it inside.
He could hear footsteps behind him but he wasn't bothered as
long as he could at least be clothed before he faced those
people.

He was in for a rude shock, however. As he made a beeline
for the locker with his clothes he realized something was
amiss. The locker door was wide open - and there were no
clothes in it. For a second he thought he'd mistook the
locker, but the truth soon dawned on him. With trembling
fingers he extricated the piece of notepaper that'd been
left for him inside the locker. There was only one sentence
written on it:

`Hope you find a way to talk yourself out of this one,
Smooth.'

His heart stopped. Behind him, the changing room door banged
as his pursuer caught up with him.

"Alright, care to tell me just what's going on here?"

Shifting the flotation aid to cover his front, Nate slowly
turned around to face the young lifeguard, Spencer. His mind
raced as he tried to think of a plausible excuse as to how
he'd ended up naked in a public pool.

"Spencer, I'm really sorry, man. I know how it must look but
- but I swear, I can explain."

"I certainly hope you can, Nate. There's gonna be quite a
few people out there wanting to know why there's a pervert
running around the pool in his birthday suit."

Nate turned red, but he did notice something else. "Wait a
minute, you know my name."

Spencer sighed loudly. "Yes, and it's certainly going to
help me when I go to report you in a bit, unless you give me
a very good reason for your indecent exposure."

Nate was at a loss for words; the threat of being reported
for indecent exposure terrified him. Fortunately for him,
Spencer's eyes fell on the note he still had grasped in his
fingers. He made a grab for it and got it away from Nate
before he could even react.

Nate bit his lip nervously as he watched Spencer read the
single line. His eyebrows rose, and his eyes went from the
note, to the empty locker behind Nate, to the naked boy in
front of him. "I see," he said finally.

Nate wondered just what it was he saw. Spencer looked up
from the note, grinning slightly. "They got you real good,
huh?" Seeing Nate's terrified expression, his smile widened
- but it was not a mean smile. He gave the younger guy a
friendly clap on the shoulder. "Don't sweat it, Nate. You're
not the only one who's been in this position before. If it
makes you feel any better, I endured my fair share of hazing
when I was on the swim team."

"They stripped you naked in a public pool?" asked Nate
disbelievingly.

"Okay, so maybe it wasn't that bad. But they did tie me up
in my high school locker-room with nothing but a sock over
my dick for the janitor to find the next morning."

In spite of himself, Nate's eyes widened. "That's terrible!"

"Says the guy who just mooned all of Franklin County - at
least those in the pool today," laughed Spencer. "Trust me,
I got off lucky. The janitor found me before the freshmen
did." Nate was silent; Spencer didn't know the true extent
of what he'd been through and he certainly wasn't going to
hear it from him.

"Spencer ... I don't suppose you have any clothes I could
borrow?" he asked, hopefully. "It'd be just for a while,
till I get my own back -"

Spencer held up his hand. "Say no more. I can't lend you my
street clothes but I think I have a spare uniform lying
around somewhere in the office. Just let me ask Brody to
continue watching over my end of the pool, then I'll pop
along to the office and scrounge up some kit for you, okay?"

Nate nodded gratefully.

"By the way - could I just grab that float off of you? You
never know if little Jonny might need it."

"Huh? Oh." Nate reluctantly clasped his genitals with one
hand and handed over the flotation aid to Spencer, who
accepted it with a "thanks" and a quizzical look on his
face.

"Smooth, huh?" he grinned. "I get it now."

Nate looked down and blushed - one hand was such inadequate
cover for his crotch that it made no secret of the fact that
he was shaved down there.

The next few minutes seemed to tick by ever so slowly. The
wait was made even more unpleasant by the arrival of a
couple of college kids, who'd seen him make his naked dash.
"Hey, shy-boy!" one of them said sarcastically. "This here
isn't a nudist commune."

"Yeah, get your freakin' clothes on. No one wants to see
your baby-dick." The other guy swatted Nate's hand away from
his crotch and they both burst out laughing upon seeing its
hairless state. Spencer's timely arrival prevented it from
going any further.

"Alright, guys, you've had your fun. Now leave him alone."

"Aww, Spence, don't be such a spoilsport." Grumbling, the
guys - obviously acquaintances of Spencer's from college -
went to the other end of the room to get dressed.

Turning back to Nate, Spencer held out a stack of folded
clothing. "I realize I'm shorter than you, so these probably
won't fit you as well as they do me, but -" He stopped and
averted his eyes as an overeager Nate grabbed the clothes
from him and started pulling on the red shorts. They were a
little small for him, barely covering half of his thighs,
but after the exposure of the last few hours, Nate was
grateful for any cover he got. "Thanks a lot, man," he told
Spencer as he slipped on the sleeveless top with the word
LIFEGUARD emblazoned on the back in red. "I promise I'll
wash and return these as soon as I can."

"Don't worry about it," said Spencer cheerfully. "There's no
rush; I don't have another shift here till Tuesday and I can
wash what I have on now by then. Sorry it took me so long to
get back to you with these - I had to smooth things over
with some rather irate parents." Observing Nate's horrified
expression he laughed. "It's okay. They accepted that it was
an unfortunate incident that will never happen again."

"Thanks so much, Spencer. You really saved my life."

Spencer laughed. "That's pushing it, don't you think?"

Nate shook his head. "I mean it, Spence. Thanks." He turned
to leave but then remembered something. "You never told me
how you knew my name."

"I've been to a couple of your games. My boyfriend -"
Spencer caught himself and amended, "My EX-boyfriend plays
for the Panthers. You really burned up the court - pretty
hard to miss." He didn't add that he thought Nate was too
pretty TO miss. "You never told me how you knew MY name,
either."

"Oh. You know Carly Petersen, right? Her brother Troy plays
on my team."

Spencer nodded. "Yeah, I know them both. But I always
thought he played for MY team." He grinned at his own joke,
which took Nate a moment to work out.

He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other. "Yeah
... um, look. I gotta go but ... thanks for the clothes, and
for everything. I'll get them back as -"

"Go," said Spencer firmly but grinning. Nate went, and
Spencer turned around to find his two college buddies
watching him keenly with devious smirks on their faces.

"What?" asked Spencer defensively.

"Moving on already, are we, Z?" asked one of them.

"Oh, shut up!" Spencer rolled his eyes and strode out of the
room. But he couldn't deny that Nate had looked particularly
cute when he was all naked and vulnerable. Nor could he deny
that a fantasy of throwing the teenaged stud over the
bleachers and fucking him hard had crossed his mind. Spencer
sighed and decided that he desperately needed to get laid -
the lack of sex since his breakup with Derek was definitely
getting to him.

                          & & & & &

Nate had barely made it through the doors of the aquatic
centre when he was grabbed by his waiting teammates.

"Boy, you certainly took your time in there," remarked
Lucas.

"Nice outfit," added Dave, tugging Nate's shorts down a
couple of inches to reveal that he didn't have anything else
on underneath. "Making a habit of going commando, huh?"

"Courtesy of Spencer, I take it?" drawled Troy, noting the
LIFEGUARD written on the t-shirt.

Nate shook off the grips of the Hamilton twins furiously.
"Yeah, well, at least some people have a heart."

"Oooh!" His teammates mocked. "Some people have a heart!"

"You bastards just left me naked in the county pool! Did you
WANT me to get arrested for indecent exposure?"

"Puh-lease," said Owen, "you weren't going to be arrested.
In fact, you seem to have gotten off scot-free."

"Yeah, no thanks to you guys! If Spencer hadn't -"

"I find it really ironic that only yesterday, you didn't
want the hands of a `faggot' anywhere near your body, yet
today, you're happily accepting clothes from one - and
wearing them without any underwear, I may add," commented
Troy.

"That was completely different!" protested Nate. "Spencer
isn't - he's a nice-"

"A nice what, Nate? A nice faggot?"

"No, that wasn't what I was going to say -"

"But that's what you think!"

Wes intervened. "Alright, guys, calm down. Let's go and grab
some food, okay?" This suggestion drew a few cheers. Troy
shot Nate a murderous look who shrugged it off and started
to walk away from the group. "And where do you think you're
going?"

"You guys threw me to the sharks in there! I've never been
more humiliated in my life. Now you want me to follow you?
Fat chance!" responded Nate.

"You thought that back there was humiliating? Imagine when
all those people - and many, many more across cyberspace -
view the fantastic website Andrew's set up. And that will
happen if you don't listen to us. Now get. In. The car,"
ordered Owen.

Nate hesitated. The swimming-pool incident had seriously
shaken him, and shown him just how drunk these guys could
get on the power they wielded over him. He had to break the
cycle - but at what cost? The pictures and videos they had
of him - and would undoubtedly publicize at the drop of a
hat - were far worse than anything they could do to him in
public, surely. Reluctantly, he acquiesced to Owen's demand.

Ten minutes later, they all converged on Abel's Diner, which
was popular with students for hearty, inexpensive, and often
unhealthy meals. Because of the early hour, the boys managed
to secure the four large booths (each seating six) at the
front of the diner. Saturday shoppers strolled past on the
main street, oblivious as to what was occurring just a few
feet away.

Nate received his first instruction as soon as the waitress
left their table, having handed out the menus. "Okay, shorts
off."

He stared at Owen, who'd issued this command, incredulously.
"What, here?" He was seated at the windowed end of the
booth.

"You can either take them off yourself or we'll do it for
you."

Looking around wildly, Nate did as he was told. He normally
wouldn't have believed the guys would forcibly strip him in
the middle of a diner, but after what had happened that
morning in the pool, he wasn't going to put anything past
them. Stripping voluntarily would at least not attract any
attention, as long as he sat on the edge of his seat with
his lower body hidden under the table.

The shorts were taken away from him and tossed to his
teammates in the adjacent booth. It felt utterly surreal to
Nate: he was sitting, naked from the waist down, in an
eatery. He sat as far forward as he possibly could, thankful
that the top he'd borrowed from Spencer went further towards
protecting his modesty than the one he'd been given to wear
that morning by his teammates.

"Now get hard," ordered Troy.

"WHAT?!" The exclamation escaped Nate's lips before he could
stop it.

"What he means, Nathaniel, is to work up an erection,"
explained Owen with an exaggerated air of patience.

"I know what it means," hissed Nate, "but I can't do it
here. If the waitress realizes what's going on -"

"I don't think she'll differentiate between catching you
with pants down and catching you with your pants down AND a
boner," observed Jason.

Nate opened his mouth to argue but the return of the
waitress to take their orders prevented him. He hadn't even
had the chance to look at the menu but that didn't faze his
teammates. "He'll have the same as me," said Wes when it
came to Nate's turn to order. "And a - vanilla milkshake?"

The question wasn't directed at Nate but rather at Owen, who
nodded. The waitress went away again.

"Go on then, make your little dick hard," said Drew.

Unhappily, Nate clasped his dick in his fist and started
pumping it.

"Make sure it's hard the whole time," added Owen. "Guys,
feel free to check up on him." Nate soon discovered what
they meant by checking up on him. As he reached down to give
his softening dick another quick squeeze, his hand brushed
against a shoed foot.

"What the -" He almost jumped out of his seat before he
remembered he was naked from the waist down.

"Just making sure you're `up' for the task," smirked Troy.
He rubbed his shoe (Nate didn't even want to think where
that shoe had been in) against Nate's hard dick. This was a
regular occurrence over the next hour and a half, but Nate
had other things to worry about. Keeping his dick constantly
hard had a drawback Nate had not anticipated - though his
tormentors certainly had. Despite the humiliating scenario
he was in, he found that it did not prevent the stroking and
the rubbing from bringing him ever closer to climax!

His concentration was interrupted by the waitress setting a
tall glass, filled with frothy white milkshake, in front of
him. He instantly stopped stroking his dick, embarrassed
even though she couldn't possibly know what was going on
under the table. One of the guys chose this moment to rub
his foot against Nate's cock, making him jump slightly. The
waitress looked at Nate strangely but left without a word.

"You still have that stuff, right?" Wes asked Drew. Nate's
curiosity was rapidly replaced by horror as Drew produced a
glass, its mouth taped shut with saran wrap. He couldn't
believe there was still some remaining cum from his jerk-off
session the previous night, after what they'd put into his
breakfast smoothie.

"So, do you want it in your milkshake or perhaps as dipping
sauce for your chicken?"

"Guys! Please, not again. I swear it'll make me throw up
this time!"

"It didn't at breakfast, so no reason for it to this time.
In fact, you're going to make sure you don't throw up, or
we'll just have to make you produce some more, right here
and now, to complement your milkshake. You wouldn't that
now, would you?"

Nate certainly didn't. Troy shielded Drew from view as he
poured the revolting mess into Nate's milkshake, using the
straw to scrape out the last dregs and stir it into the
creamy drink. It turned Nate's stomach just to look at it.

"I - I can't. Please don't make me," he begged. Their only
reply was to nudge the glass closer to him, with the
instruction, "Drink up".

Nate was spared immediate anguish by the arrival of their
food. But as soon as the waitress had departed, he was once
more faced with the unappealing prospect of drinking his cum-
laced milkshake. He looked at the five faces at the table
and saw not one iota of sympathy in them. Trying not to
think too hard about what he was about to do, he brought the
straw to his lips and prayed that it wouldn't taste any
worse than the breakfast smoothie.

Unfortunately for him, the smoothie had benefited from the
strong banana flavor masking the taste of the cum, which in
turn had been taken directly from the freezer and thus, been
somewhat fresher. He almost spit out the first gulp of
milkshake, but the watchful eyes of his teammates advised
him otherwise. With great difficulty he swallowed and pushed
the glass away from him. To his horror it was instantly
pushed back.

"Every last drop, Nathaniel. And remember to keep that dick
hard. I hope you can eat your chicken one-handed."

Nate couldn't believe his ears that they seriously expected
him to maintain a hard-on while downing the disgusting
beverage forced upon him. He grabbed a fork with his right
hand (the left was busy ensuring his boner nudged the
underside of the table) and stabbed at the chicken on his
plate. Somehow, alternating between the milkshake and the
chicken, he managed to finish the drink. He lost count of
the number of times he had to fight the urge to throw up.
The loud and cheerful chatter of his teammates surrounding
him only made him feel even more isolated, driving home the
reality of his new existence.

Wes noticed that Nate's milkshake glass was empty. "Well
done, Nate. Looks like you didn't throw up after all."

"Are you sure you don't want another milkshake?" asked
Jason.

"We could let you produce more fresh `seasoning' for it,"
added Troy.

Nate shook his head miserably. Luckily, everyone else was
finishing up their meals so the threat was not realized. As
the boys counted out their money to pay the bill, Nate's
shorts were tossed back to him. He quickly pulled them on,
discovering, to his dismay, that his dick was still hard
after the rough stimulation he'd been providing it over the
previous hour and a half. Without any underwear to restrain
it, his hard-on made the front of the shorts tent out
obscenely. Worse still, he was dribbling precum that was
creating a small but noticeably darker patch on the bright
red fabric.

He desperately willed his hard-on to go down, without
success. When the waitress had collected the money and the
boys got up to leave, he tried to hold his hands in front of
his shorts. But Owen, who had clearly anticipated this, was
having none of it. "Hands at your sides," he whispered
firmly in Nate's ear. "Now!"

Nate implored him not to make him embarrass himself in front
of the people in the diner and on the street. His plea fell
on deaf ears.

"If you don't do it yourself, Nate, I'll get Shane and Stu
to do it for you."

Nate knew that would only serve to draw more attention to
himself so, very reluctantly, he brought his hands apart to
his sides. His hope that the tent in his pants would pass
unobserved was also immediately extinguished. As she bid
them a good day, the waitress's eyes fell on his crotch and
only her professionalism prevented her from gasping out
loud. She did, however, shoot a scandalized look at Nate.

It only got worse as they exited the diner and walked to the
parking lot. Every disgusted look he got from the
pedestrians made Nate wish the ground would swallow him
whole. And the reaction of the old lady, who had to squint
through her glasses to ensure her eyes weren't playing
tricks on her, had his teammates rolling with laughter.

"That was quite the free show you gave them back there,
Nate," said Owen as he got into the driver's seat of Nate's
car.

It was Troy's remark, however, that made Nate's heart stop.
"Maybe next time we'll have you streak through the town
center; give them a REAL show."

Wes commented on the wet spot at the front of Nate's shorts.
"I think you'd better make sure you wash that out before you
return the shorts to Spencer."

Owen looked over his shoulder as he reversed the car out of
its parking bay. "Actually, I have an idea about that. Wash
the shorts, but don't go making any arrangements to return
them till I tell you to."

Nate knew any `ideas' that Owen might have would only mean
more humiliation for him, but he didn't have time to ponder
it as he received his next instruction: "Take your dick out
of your pants and keep it at full mast."

"Hell no!" Nate shouted before thinking it through. Wes and
Jason exchanged a glance and then, simultaneously, grabbed
hold of Nate's shorts and pulled them down to his knees.
Freed from its fabric prison, the hard appendage flopped
out, hitting Nate's stomach with an audible "thwack".

"Looks like little Natey is happy to be out in the open,"
Jason snickered.

Nate looked around in terror; the car roof was down and they
were cruising down a city street. However, amazingly enough,
it seemed the other road users were so engrossed in their
weekend shopping that they did not notice the eighteen-year-
old hunk in the convertible who was unenthusiastically
stroking his dick.

For Nate though, the thought that someone might at any
moment notice him wreaked havoc on his psyche. Troy,
spotting a car full of college-aged teenagers coming up
behind them, wasn't about to let the chance to publicly
humiliate Nate get away so easily. Nate, who'd been thanking
his lucky stars that he hadn't been spotted thus far, was
dismayed to hear Troy's command.

"Nate? You see that blue car, with the college kids?"

"Yeah ..."

"Stand up, and flash them."

Nate bit his lip and glanced at the other car, which was now
drawing parallel with them. Jason, sensing his hesitation,
pulled him up by his right arm. The shorts slipped off
completely and pooled around his feet. He tried to hurriedly
sit back down but Wes and Jason forced him up again.

One of the college kids happened to look towards the
adjacent car and his jaw dropped open. "Holy shit! Look, you
guys!"

"What is it, Tim?" sighed the girl beside him. Then she
looked and her jaw dropped as well. "Holy shit!" she echoed.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing?" yelled the guy in the
driver's seat. "Put your fucking pants on! No one wants to
see that thing of yours!"

"Moon them," Wes whispered to Nate. Anything to stop the
college kids from seeing his hard dick was welcome to Nate,
so he turned around and bent over, flashing his butt. Of
course, in the process he was dangling his hard dick in
front of Wes's face who, given how long he'd secretly dreamt
about seeing that dick up close, didn't mind in the least.

The girl screamed in delight and had the presence of mind to
whip out her camera phone to snap a shot. "Stop looking,
Jen, you'll only encourage them," the driver (presumably her
boyfriend) hissed angrily and rather loudly. Tim, however,
looked just as intrigued as Jen!

The exit to Nate's neighborhood came up and Owen turned in;
the college kids' car continued straight on. Nate sighed
with relief and sat down.

"You're not blushing as hard," commented Wes. Nate looked at
him, puzzled. Wes elaborated, "Yesterday, when we made you
ride naked, you were red all over. That isn't the case
today. You seem to getting more comfortable, being naked in
public."

Nate shuddered at the concept. He didn't think he'd ever be
comfortable with public nudity, especially not waving his
hard dick around! He hoped that college girl - Jen - hadn't
captured a photo of that. He'd die of embarrassment if that
ever got out.

"Well, he'd better get used to being naked in public,
because something tells me it's going to happen very often
from now on," said Owen unfeelingly. "Right, here we are."
He brought the car to a stop outside the Ramsey home.

"Out you get, Natey boy," Jason declared cheerfully. As Nate
bent to retrieve the shorts, he added, "Carry the shorts in
your hand; I don't think Spencer would want you dribbling on
his shorts any more than you already have."

Despite Wes's statement just a few minutes before, Nate
found himself no more comfortable making the trek from the
car to his front door naked (albeit from the waist down)
than he had been the previous night. He fervently hoped that
his neighbor two doors away, who was mowing his lawn, was
too intent on that task to observe Nate's nude dash. He most
certainly hoped young Bobby Rawlins next door was not
watching!

Of course, when he reached the door, his teammates once more
took their own sweet time to unlock it, drawing out the time
Nate spent naked outdoors. When the door was finally held
open, he didn't make the same mistake as last night and
crossed into the foyer only after the guys had. He shifted
from one foot to the other nervously as Jason held the door
open for the other guys, who were arriving in their own
cars, to come in. Anyone on the street could've caught a
glimpse of Nate standing just inside the door.

"Why do you still have your shirt on?" asked Owen as if it
was the most obvious thing in the world. "Inside this
house," he continued, "you don't get to wear clothes." There
was a cheer from the other guys as Nate obediently pulled
the shirt over his head, returning himself to the now all-
too-familiar state of total nudity.

The last four freshmen - Devlin, Cliff, Wade and Jesse -
entered on the heels of the senior who'd given them a lift
in his car. Devlin kept glancing behind him, even after the
door was shut.

"What're you looking over your shoulder at, O'Rourke?" asked
Wes.

Devlin looked at his captain with a troubled expression.
"Um, I don't know, cap'n. Maybe nothing, but there was this
guy, about my age, standing out front in the house next
door. He kept looking at us when we were walking up the
driveway; I don't know how much he saw. But just as we
reached the house - it looked like he was coming over here."

Wes turned to Nate. "Do you know who this guy is?"

Nate nodded his head wretchedly. "I think so. But you can't
let him in! Or at least let me have my clothes back before
you open the door. If Bobby sees me like this -"

"Who's this Bobby?" asked Owen, making no move to hand over
Nate's clothes.

"Mr. Rawlins - the neighbor from last night - his son."

"And why shouldn't we let him in?" There was a curious light
in Owen's eyes that went unnoticed by the panicking Nate.

"You don't understand! I reported him to his parents for
being a peeping Tom -" Too late, Nate realized what he'd
said out loud. "No ..." was all he could croak as Owen,
grinning wickedly, reached past him to open the door.

Standing out on the doorstep, just about to ring the bell,
was a bespectacled, brown-haired boy in his mid-teens. His
eyes widened, not so much in surprise as in awe, as he took
in the scene in the foyer. Owen, a jovial smile on his face,
proclaimed:

"Come inside - Bobby, is it?"

                     To be continued ...


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