A couple of rapacious redheads.

It's so sudden. Three or four hands spirit you away, one clamped over your mouth while you're lifted out of the safety of Denise's embrace. You don't have the chance to freak out.

Your crush, reacting a second too late, whips around only to find you're missing.

"Sam?!"

Readjusting your eyes, you've been dragged into a different room— or at least backstage of the gymnasium. As you steady yourself against the yanking mitts, you get a look at your abductors; a mass of red tresses beaming salaciously, Janine and Charlotte have you in their grips. The relief you feel with the crowds' eyes off of you is little consolation as your captors tear at your curtain, putting their A-game into re-nudifying you.

The prize they're after is revealed once more, after a mighty pull cleaves your only cover in twain: The basketball team's captain and the pervert's faces light up incandescently now they've got you stripped bare again. With eyes locked like shackles onto your penis, the two girls hoot and holler their appreciation of the male form.

"Ooh~ look at that adorable wiener!"

"It's so appealing next to his rectus abdominis!"

"Hahaha! Check out how red he's getting!"

You buckle under their predatory leers.

Charlotte slaps a pair of handcuffs onto your wrists, forcing your arms around around your back as the manacles click shut; leaning in towards the crimson lobe of your left ear, the shorter redhead whispers an ominous threat, "Don't you dare assume the fun's over Sam… I'm not even close to being finished with you."

You gulp in fear, woefully unprepared for whatever it is these cruel girls consider 'fun'. They each glide their fingers across the muscles of your chest, sliding them sensually downward toward the prize awaiting them, but, before either girl gets her eager hands on your sex, Denise charges into this lurid scene, eyes wide as saucers; at first because she spies your flexing, exposed body, and then because she is appalled at her captain being your captor. You struggle to meet her worried eyes with your potentially inadequate cock on display.

Denise bites her lip, and tries to ignore the tingling between her thighs as she addresses the taller of your tormentors, "Jannie! What the Hell are you doing to him? How could you?!"

"Hey, he's hot… at least, mostly," she gestures to your penis, and you feel your face burn redder as she smirks, "Besides, I didn't do squat; it's all thanks to this little deviant. She planned everything out, sabotaged his clothes, and even stripped him herself."

"Charlotte, haven't you humiliated Sam enough?" Your crush cracks her knuckles, and glares at the lascivious girl furtively fondling your ass, "You, are going to pay."

"Uh-uh, you can't afford to threaten me— I plead you not to assume I don't have dirt on all students of the male persuasion." She clears her throat, "By which I mean, if you don't want Sam here's penis to wind up on the cell phone of every girl in this inane institution; back off, and let us to have our fun with him."

"You wouldn't. You don't have the guts."

"Want to wager?" Charlotte flourishes her phone, and the look on Denise's face tells you everything you could need to know; a blush bright enough to shine through her dark skin shows she's both horrified and aroused by whatever's on that screen.

Aw shit, they're probably those pictures that pervert took when you were showering— as if you weren't embarrassed enough already, now your naked body is being ogled by Denise two times at once! All your worst insecurities flood your humiliation-addled mind when you notice just how far down Denise has to lean to see you— there's no way you're 'big' enough for her, is there?

Your crush's mouth remains agape, her expression aghast and turned-on while her eyes swivels between the nudes on your captor's phone, and your sexy, shivering frame— bared before her in real life. The look on Denise's face shifts from one of horrified arousal into one of defeat; Charlotte really does have dirt on you, and her threat is as real as the statuesque beauty's feelings for you.

"Aw, don't worry Denise— we'd never hurt Sam, we're just gonna have some… fun." Janine utters these ominous words while tracing her fingers around your cock.

Denise remains conflicted, yet crestfallenly silent, not lifting a finger as her captain and the most dangerous pervert in school take total control of you. You blush crimson and plea with your eyes, losing your mind in an tumultuous storm of embarrassment and fear as a couple of rapacious redheads drag you naked into the school's halls.

The air conditioning tickles your bare skin in the worst kind of way, but…