He masturbates.

Nate, who was still new to exploits with this level of risk, was reassured in his confidence by the mask, and, not wanting to waste the opportunity, reached his hand down to his crotch and began stroking his hard cock. He could see the crowd get excited and this. His eyes darted back and forth between the faces and the cameras. He had a difficult time reading their thoughts, as there was a lot of noise, mental and vocal happening, which was making it difficult to focus on one person's thoughts, but there was no doubt in their minds that his label was accurate. He could make out that some of them were thinking about how easy it was for him to escape his restraints, and if he wanted this.

He continued to masturbate in front of everyone, but occasionally made glances around to look out for any staff members. He knew he didn't have much time, not that he needed. The excitement was enough that he reached orgasm very quickly. He crouched down, keeping his knees apart, and started stroking faster. When he got really close he slowed down a little so that each spurt of cum was clear. It shot out of the head of his penis and landed on the sidewalk in front of him. It felt fantastic. When the crowd realized what was happening they tarted cheering and applauding, which continued as he stood up and took his hand away to they could see his cock's last few dry spasms as his orgasms subsided. One of these last few spasms brought forth a little bit of semen. He placed his hand back on his cock and squeezed it out and it came out not as a drop but as a strand, stretching out a bit before he shook his cock and it fell down. The students applauded one more at this encore.

He looked around and wondered what to do next, but he didn't have to wait long as his arms were quickly seized behind his back. He looked around and saw that one of the on campus officers and one of the staff members, either a teacher or someone else (he didn't know because he didn't recognize either of them, only identifying the officer by his uniform), had pinned him and were now taking him towards the building, to the boos of the students. Quickly, Nate made sure that the neither of the two men would remove in the mask, something he was glad to find they had no intention of doing anyways. They were intending to take him to the front office to find out what had happened.

The next thing Nate knows he is sitting in the chair across from the principal sitting behind his desk. The mask hadn't been removed, he had been escorted inside while the crowd was controlled by the remaining staff. Nate could feel he still had some semen on his hand and on his shaft. He didn't know quite how to wipe it off, so he just left it there knowing that it would dry and he would have to do something about it later. Hey still had "pervert" written across his bare chest too, and they hadn't given him any sort of blanket to cover himself, which he thought was odd, since as far as his powers could detect, they weren't sure if he was a victim yet. He was tied up after all.

Finally, after being asked to sit in the empty room for a few minutes, the door opened and the principal and another staff member carrying a blanket walked in. The blanked was handed to Nate and he reluctantly used it to cover his crotch.

“Well,” the principal began speaking after sitting at her desk directly across from where he was sitting, while the other staff member, also a woman, remained standing at her side.

“Are you okay?”was the principal’s first question.

Nate nodded his head.

“Are you comfortable letting us know who you are? Rest assured no information will ever leave this room.”

Nate thought about it for a moment. Did he want to reveal his identity? He decided to go through with it. After all, the only two people he would be revealing it to were in the room with him, and if he changed his mind he could just change theirs too. So he nodded his head once more, reached up, and pulled th a mask off his head, dropping it in his blanketed lap.

“What’s your name?” asked the principal.

It was deathly quiet.

“Nate Lawmaker.”

“Alright,” she said. Turning to the staff member she asked her companion to pull the file on him and to contact his parents. She insisted they be brought in to this as soon as possible.

“Should we get some clothes from the list and found?” asked the assistant.

“Yes, that would be good,” the principal replied.

But Nate didn’t like the sound of that, and he made sure that the woman will never actually check the lost and found but say that she did and claim to find nothing.

Meanwhile, he sat in the chair, alone, while the principal left so that she wasn’t alone in the room with one of her students while he was undressed. He read that in her thoughts. While he sat there he noticed that the semen that was on his crotch was starting to smear and stain the blanket.

A little while later, the door opened once more and a whole plethora of people can in to join him. The principal and the assistant:

“I just can’t believe that we have absolutely no clothing whatsoever in the lost and found,” said the principal.

“That’s what I said, but apparently it’s true, there was nothing,” replied the assistant.

“You mean to tell me that my son has been left in this room alone with nothing but a blanket?” asked Nate’s mother, who had arrived with his father.

“Ma’am, I realize your concern, but we re doing all we can, and we wanted to wait for you to arrive before we proceeded any further,” said the principal.

Behind those four was also Ms. Cole, his counselor, who didn’t say anything. She had a worried look on her face, and Nate could read that it was because the others didn’t know about her involvement in the incident. In fact, the evidence was still in her office in the form of his bag and clothes.

Once everyone had arrived the principal and her assistant resumed their positions from before and everyone else found a place to stand in the room.

“Oh Honey, are you okay?” asked his mother.

“Yeah Mom, I’m fine.”

“Well, now that we are all here, we can finally discuss the issue,” said the principal at her desk.”By this point most of the students have made their way home, and anyone caught lingering was ushered off campus.”

“Now,” she continued, she looked at Nate,” are okay talking about what happened?”

“Yeah, sure,” he replied. His calm demeanor took everyone off guard.

“Was this the result of some of you classmates’ bullying?”

“No,” he replied. “I did it.”

“Excuse me?”

“I tied myself to the pole.”

“You know you don’t have to lie. Like I said before any information you disclose in this room will not be shared with anyone else. There is no need to protect your assailants.”

“There weren’t any,” he replied. “I took my own clothes off, I walked out there, and I jerked myself off, though I didn’t plan on doing that last part when I got out there, it just came to me in all the excitement.”

These were all white lie. They were technically true. He was leaving out some key information.

“How did you get tied up?”

“I did that too, it’s not that hard. And I left a rip in the tape so that I could tear it quickly if I needed to.”

Everyone was stunned by this confession.

“Okay,” said the principal. “Suppose we believe you, why did you do all of this?”

“Well I wanted to do something daring and thrilling,” he continued with the white lies. “And the truth is,” he said bluntly, “I enjoy being naked and showing my body to others. I wanted to do something extremely risk that could very nearly go wrong. It turns me on.”

Everyone was slack jawed at this, especially his parents. Ms. Cole, however had a different reaction that nobody else in the room without mind powers could have noticed. She knew all of this about him of course, he had confessed to it earlier, but she was still wondering like the others why he was admitting to it.

“Well I don’t know what to say to that,” said the principal. She looked at his parents, “any thoughts?”

“Nate, what’s wrong with you?” said his mother. “I know I raised you better than this.”

“No, you haven’t,” he replied. “You always pick my sister over me.”

“That’s no true!”

“Is so.”

“Enough,” said his father, the first words he had spoken since being in the room.

“Ms. Cole?” said the principal.

“Hmm?” said the woman, alarmed at the mention of her name. “What?”

“”You’re his counselor, so you have any opinion on th smarter thus far?”

“Well, I… uh… no,” she began, and she would have continued stammering out in agreement while looking suspicious if it weren’t for Nate’s interference.

He took control of her mind and made her say words she would never say.

“I think that this is very natural,” surprised at what she was doing, very heathy.”

They all started at her.

“What do you mean by that?” Asked the principal.

“I mean I don’t think there is a single thing wrong with what Nate did her today.

“Surely you can’t be serious,” said the assistant.”

“I am completely serious. In fact, I think we should blame ourselves. Nate here is a victim. He is just acting out in that way that boys his age do.”

“Are you crazy? That doesn’t make any sense,” Nate’s mother correctly pointed out.

“So what are you saying?” said the principal. “That we shouldn’t punish him?”

“I’m saying we should not only not punish him, but that we should encourage him to engage in this behavior more in the future. Don’t you see? This is how he deals with his environment. This is how he expresses himself. He has made his body, his skin, his voice, his medium. And his antics are him screaming at the top of his lungs: ‘see me!’ And we should not be shutting him down. This is our fault for forcing him to behave according to our standards and our rules. I myself as his couselor perhaps could have been paying closer attention, and I’ll admit to that, but I can’t do that unless my students come to me first, and I’m glad he did. And though I know it is hard to hear,” she said this to Nate’s mother, “but what Nate said earlier, about his sister always being the center of attention over him, probably has something to do with this, and this is his way of dealing with it. He has found a way and we are once more trying to stifle it. But we shouldn’t, we should be guiding him on his journey.”

After this speech there was total silence. Nobody knew that those were actually {male_male}’s words coming out of her mouth.

‘Oh shit,’ Ms. Cole thought. ‘There goes my job.’

But to her surprise the first words spoken were: “I agree.” Coming from the assistant.

Everyone suddenly turned to her.

“I think we should be encouraging Nate.”

These were of course Nate’s words once more, but this time, rather than simply forcing the woman to speak while conscious of her thoughts, he had actually made her believe this.

“I agree as well,” said the principal. “But what about the parents? I am willing to fight for this but you will ultimately have to be onboard.”

“Of course,” said his mother, “anything.”

“Yes,” said his father.

These were of course Nate’s doing as well.

“What about you Nate?” asked the principal. “Will you let us help you help yourself?” He had not prompted this question, but like the other, except for Cole, he had made them believe this wholeheartedly, and therefore they were going to take actions that followed of their own accord.

He said nothing but nodded his head.

“Then it’s settled,” said the principal. “So, um, we will be talking more about this in the future, but for now I think it’s best that we go home and rest, Nate especially. It’s been a very big day for him.”

They all agreed in their own way and prepared to leave. Nate stood up wearing just his blanket. He made the principal say something else before everyone left.

“Ms, Cole, I’m going to put you in charge of seeing to it that this plan out yours for Nate is followed through on. No exceptions.”

Ms. Cole was still shocked at what she was hearing.

“But why me?”

“Because it was your idea, and I trust you to see it through.”

“But…”

“What is it?”

She didn’t know how to continue. Luckily, Nate had some more words for her to say.

“Fine, thank you,” Ms. Cole said, aware that she was once again not in control. “But may I have a moment to speak with him in my office. It will only be a few minutes.”

“Sure, I see no problem with that?” The principal looked at his parents. “Do you?”

“No,” said his father.

“No, go ahead,” said his mother.

Ms. Cole turned and looked at Nate, who was waiting to follow her back to his office. She shook her head in disbelief but, without any psychic influence, decided to go along with everything and take him to her office. And it was then that it dawned on her. With the door closed behind them she confronted him.

“How did you manage that?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” he replied.

“Don’t play coy with me. That had no sense or logic to it, but it did work out exactly as you would have wanted it t, so you must have had something to do with it.”

“Very clever,” Nate replied, smiling. “But it also worked out exactly as you would have wanted it to as well.”

“What do you mean?”

He took this opportunity to drop the blanket now that it was just the two of them. He placed it on the chair and stood casually without any clothes on.

“I mean, now you are off the hook for the bad thing you did, and now you have free rein to do it again in the future.”

“But how?”

“Who cares? I know you like it. Let’s just say that it is for a secure reason that isn’t likely to backfire or fail in the future. What you need to focus on is doing your job, which now includes finding ways to let me expose myself and get them okayed by the principal, who will agree to most things.”

This was a lot to take in for Ms. Cole. She had to sit down. She took a few deep breaths while Nate got dressed. By the time he was done she looked back up at him.

“Is this real?” was all she said.

He placed both hands flat on her desk and said “yes.” And surprisingly she seemed to be satisfied with that answer, at least for the moment.

They walked out together. And as they did Nate mentioned one more thing.

“So I’m thinking that we should make this like a weekly thing,” he said. “Today was fun, but we should have something like this, maybe a little milder and more confined in a week or two.” He spoke of it as if it were a business deal.

They walked back to Nate’s parents, who were waiting at the entrance to the school, and who were glad but confused to see him dressed again. When they got close, Nate made Ms. Cole give an explanation.

"A teacher wandering the halls found a bag on the floor of bathroom with some clothes in it and turned it in to the office," she said. "Just a few minutes ago, before the assistant principal checked.

His parents looked at each other.

"That makes sense," his mother said. "At least you won't have to ride home without your clothes."

'Well," his father said. "It's been a long day. Let's go home."

"Have a nice day," said Ms. Cole, her own words.

"You too" Nate's mother said as the walked away with them. But before he did, he shared a glance with Ms. Cole, a glance of acknowledgment. They both knew what they were both thinking, and Nate didn't even have to use his powers for that one.

It was an awkwardly quiet car ride home. When they arrived, his parents didn't say a word as he instinctively went up to his room like he always did when he walked in the door. They didn't talk about what happened or stop him. He could tell they wanted to say something, but didn't even know where to begin. They would rather talk it over between themselves first, anyway.

Nate? He couldn't be happier. He had had an amazing day. He set his bag on the floor and laid back face up on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes and thought about jerking off in front of all of those students wile they cheered and watched him closely. He was but a few meters from them. Cumming felt amazing. They would probably be talking about it for weeks. And from that conversation he had with Ms. Cole, he knew that this far from over.