Back to school

Sleep must have eventually arrived, because the next thing you know, you are sitting upright, gasping after someone empties a bucket of cold water over you.

"You're STILL asleep?" Rebecca asks, incredulous. "Get up now, it's time for school."

Without the use of your hands, it takes you a while to climb to your bare feet; and of course, being asked to stand up only seconds after having your sleep interrupted makes you very disorientated.

You wince as your aching body is marched back across the garden. Your bed had been so uncomfortable that you somehow felt even more tired than the night before. You hardly have the energy to shiver the cold water droplets off your bare skin.

Before you know it, you're being squeezed back into the car between two attractive girls; well rested, well fed, and warm.

By this point, all of the lewd remarks washed over you; in any case you were too preoccupied thinking about something else to pay attention to what anyone was saying to you.

Was Rebecca seriously driving to school right now?! After everything she'd done to you, you didn't put it past her to make you arrive at school stark naked, but you prayed that she wasn't going to consider totally destroying your life.

When you were just around the corner from your destination, Rebecca pulled over. Winding down the window, she threw a bundle outside.

"Get dressed," she spat at you. You were pushed out of the car, and before you could ask the obvious question, someone untied the rope binding your wrists.

Your shoulders scream as you are finally able to relax them. You fall to the ground, and by the time you return to your bare feet, Rebecca has driven off.

The sounds of people arriving at the school sparks you into action. You hastily pull on the clothes that Rebecca has left for you; a t-shirt, a pair of baggy shorts, and a pair of sneakers. Had Rebecca been out to buy them that morning? You certainly didn't recognise them as your own.

You throw your hands into your pockets and lower your gaze as you join the throng of students making their way onto the school grounds; partly so that you don't attract attention, but also because you were concerned your over-sized shorts would fall down. It felt weird to be wearing shoes without socks; but not as bizarre as the sensation of going commando. As the material rubbed against your genitals, you find yourself becoming aroused again. Under any other circumstances, you would have considered yourself the luckiest man alive, to have spent an entire evening with a bunch of insanely hot girls.

All you wanted to do was LOOK! Why couldn't they have flashed even one bare breast at you? After all their teasing, the very least they could have done was give you a handjob-

You rest your back against the wall, breathing deeply.

You couldn't think about that now. Without any underwear, your boner would be visible through your shorts, and if you spent too long dwelling on what had happened, you'd break down and start crying.

With no watch or phone, you didn't know what time it was, so composing yourself, you headed straight to class. Once you were safe in the classroom, you could begin to formulate a plan of how to acquire some underwear.

You wince as your stomach rumbles loudly. Had anyone heard that? You'd have to scrounge some food from somewhere, there was no chance you'd be able to make it to lunch.

Settling down into your chair, you are just relieved that the worst is behind you. You'd have to think of a way to get your belongings back from Rebecca, ideally in a way that didn't involve another huge dose of humiliation.