Date: Fri, 11 Jul 2008 10:32:23 -0400
From: Michael DaVinci <mdavinci@socialfarts.com>
Subject: Unexpected Nightmare part 1

I certainly didn't see it coming. One minute I was plodding along the
hallway between classes. The next minute two tall bulky guys converged on me
out of nowhere, and grabbed each of my arms, practically lifting me off my
feet.

"What the hell?" I protested in vain.

A third guy shouted "Down this way!" and we turned right abruptly down a
dead end hallway. Someone opened a utility door at the end and I was rushed
into a small room filled with cleaning supplies. The door clanged shut
behind me and left us in darkness. By this time my heart was racing and I
was beginning to feel panicky.

"The light, dimwit!" shouted the gang leader. After a minute of rummaging
around, someone found the switch and I finally saw my kidnappers. Two I knew
from gym class, the third, in charge, I had seen around but didn't know his
name.

"What the hell are you doing?" I repeated in a plaintive voice.

"Shut up or I'll report you for skipping class!" replied the one on my
left -- apparently one of our school monitors.

"Quick -- let's set him up fast and get back to class!" countered the one on
my right, who appeared more nervous about this than the other two.

"First, here's the law," stated the leader, standing over me looking much
stronger than me. "You do everything we say, and don't open your mouth, or
we will guarantee that you will never walk again." "Second, take off your
clothes, now!"

My heart must have skipped a beat before it started pounding double-time.
This had turned from a really bad day into a total nightmare. I did nothing,
absolutely paralyzed with fear.

"Take them off or we rip them off! Now!" the leader yelled in my face. I
looked at the hate in his eyes and decided that I didn't have much choice.
Slowly I took off my T-shirt. The leader grabbed it and tossed it to the
floor.

"More!" he shouted again. I kicked off my shoes, then stopped again. "Come
on, get on with it!" he continued, then grabbed my belt and quickly undid
the top of my jeans. "Down!" he ordered. I pulled down the zipper and
lowered my jeans as well as I could with two goons holding me by the
armpits. "Help him!" he barked at the guy on my left. Then the one on the
right grabbed my other arm while his partner pulled off my jeans, then my
socks. "Everything, you assholes!" he continued. Soon my underwear joined
the pile on the floor, and I stood there, naked, red-faced and now shivering
with fear.

"Check the hall -- let's get out of here!" the leader ordered next. The one
holding me turned and steered me towards the door. I resisted and started
squirming. The third one slipped out in front of me and checked the hall.

"All clear, let's go!" he said, then darted out towards the main hall, his
head checking in both directions. As I started to protest, the leader cuffed
me roughly on the side of the head, and threatened to knock me out and cut
off my dick. I gave up and moved ahead, still shivering with fright and weak
in the knees.

I was grateful that the halls were empty, but practically nauseous at the
prospects ahead of me. There were a thousand students in the school, and at
least fifty teachers. And a starchy old principal who never bothered to
listen long enough to find out what had really happened when something went
wrong. I couldn't imagine how the staff would react to seeing a naked
student in the school. And even more than being naked in front of the world,
I had the utmost terror of being seen with an erection. So far I looked like
my normal flaccid self, but deep inside I could feel something building that
could only be arousal. I tried not to think about anything. I felt like I
was about to die.

I felt relief, if that is possible under these circumstances, when we turned
away from the school office and down to the far reaches of the building.
Someone had thought this through -- they knew where they were going. But I
nearly choked when I saw where we were ultimately headed. They took me to
the hall intersection that was always the busiest when classes changed. As
we approached I saw two more guys waiting for us with some rope and an old
piano. Soon I found myself trussed out arms wide, one arm tied to the back
of the piano on the right and the other to the hinge of the fire doors to
the adjacent school wing on my left. My butt was reflected in a big mirror
behind me and my dick faced the hallway. I turned red with fear, shame and
anger. And my dick started to rise.

My attackers started laughing. "The little faggot is enjoying this! He's
getting a boner!" one taunted. One of them grabbed my half-hard dick and
pulled on it. "Maybe we can make him come!" he gloated, with a wide smile. I
squirmed away from his hand but decided not to spit at him in defiance -
things were bad enough as it was. And by then, my dick was as hard as a
rock, and pointing skyward. The leader took a picture of me with his cell
phone, and warned me not to mention their names or they would send the photo
to my parents. Then they all laughed again, before scurrying off to hide in
their classrooms until the next bell.

After I heard the last door close, silence descended. My heart was still
racing and my dick remained very hard. The true horror of my plight started
to sink in -- they had positioned me opposite a wall clock, so I could do
nothing but count down the minutes until I was exposed naked to the entire
school. I started to cry, releasing all the pent-up tension of the previous
twenty minutes. At first I tried to hold it back, but then it came out
anyway in sobs and whimpers, and I felt the tears roll down my face and drip
onto my chest. I gave in and let it come. After several minutes I slowed
down and felt a little better.

Finally my brain kicked in again and I began to think through my options. I
could yell for help and attract the janitor or the principal, who of course
would find not an innocent victim but a simpering naked boy with a raging
hard-on. Since no one gets to tell their side of the story in this school
that wouldn't go down very well. I could wait until discovered and rat on
the goons that had stripped me and tied me here. The students would probably
applaud them, though, since seeing a naked guy would be a welcome break in
the boring school routine. And those guys were far bigger than I was, they
could probably make every day a living hell, if that wasn't already
guaranteed.

I could break free, if I knew anything about escaping from tight ropes. I
could hide behind the piano, but the stupid thing was on casters instead of
wheels and no matter how hard I tugged at it, it wouldn't budge. I could
drop dead right now as a Christ-like martyr, but I certainly didn't know how
to make that happen, no matter how appealing it was to just check out
completely from this nightmare. Or I could just hang tough for a while in
hopes that someone sympathetic might come along and release me -- one of the
junior janitors or a maintenance worker. Oh God! - or a parent -- there were
often volunteers here to help with extra reading. Nothing I came up with
offered any hope.

So how could I survive being naked in front of everyone? Would I always be
known as the boy who was hung nude in the hall? Could I ever get a
girlfriend even if I wanted one? Would anyone ever believe me that it was
not my own fault? Would everyone see all my physical flaws and mock me for
them? (There was a lot about my body I was not particularly happy about,
from my skinny shoulders to my uncut dick, to the paltry showing of pubic
and armpit hair that had erupted to date. And I thought my erection looked
pretty weird as well, though I had never seen any others to compare it to.)

My best thought so far was that I would survive better if I wasn't so
aroused. But the more I thought about not being turned on, the firmer my
dick got, and the higher it pointed. What the hell was that all about? I
knew I shouldn't have fallen asleep last night without jerking off. And this
morning I was almost late, so no time then either. I tried thinking about
other things, but standing naked in a school hallway always seemed to draw
me back. I tried thinking ahead, but that made it worse. Even just looking
at the clock and imagining it hitting the top of the hour made my heart
jump. Once when I was trying to rehearse in my mind how things would go, my
heart really raced and my balls started to tighten up as if I was going to
come soon. I had to calm down. Being seen naked was bad, being seen aroused
was far worse, but coming in front of everyone would be totally unthinkable.
So I shut down.

***

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