Kendall’s friends secretly wanted to spite him

“We’ll take this from here.” Clint, one of Kendall’s friends, offered to Trent. Trent shrugged and walked away, leaving Kendall and his friends to their own devices. He’d figured he’d given Kendall a hard enough time already.

Kendall, meanwhile, was still covering his goods rather timidly, his feet pointing inward and slouching his shoulders, almost as if he were trying to disappear out of vision.

“Hey, chin up.” Clint goaded, noticing Kendall’s shy demeanor. “We’re all guys here, and we’ve known you for years. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Kendall eased up a bit at his words, feeling like a weight had left his shoulders.

Clint was president of the school’s Yearbook team, but also acted as a leader of sorts to the group. He was intelligent and observant, but handsome and charming in his own way. But deep down, he harbored a deep disdain for Kendall. They’d always been such close friends through elementary and middle school, but once they hit high school Kendall completely switched up. He began ignoring them to focus on working out and hanging out with the same jocks who’d bullied them in middle school. He prioritized following the trends and being popular over his friendships. In Clint’s eyes, Kendall had betrayed them. And it was time for his ****.

“Here, we’ll try to jack your car window open. You go find a good place to hide.” Clint ordered, looking to another one of their mutual friends, Arthur. “Arthur, go with him and make sure he doesn’t get into any trouble.

And with that, Kendall and Arthur were off. They decided to crouch behind the rows of trees that lined the border of the parking lot. Just as Kendall was finally starting to feel less anxious about everything, he felt an unidentified pair of hands roughly grab his arms from the other side of the tree. He felt something being wrapped around his wrists, and suddenly, he couldn’t move, being bound in place. Kendall immediately tried to struggle free, wanting nothing more than to cover himself again. While he was distracted by the fact that he was naked and tied to a tres, Arthur swooped in and grabbed him by the legs, positioning him like a prop, posing him in a spread-eagle position where all of his most private spots were deliciously visible.

Before he could ask what the fuck was going on, Clint walked into his sight, holding his yearbook camera, pointing the barrel directly at Kendall. Kendall struggled against his rope constraints, but to no avail. Clint snapped a few snapshots of Kendall in high definition, his position exposing everything from his cock and balls, to his asshole, to the contours of his abs.

“That one’s going in the yearbook for sure.” Clint remark, curtly turning around and walking away, leaving Kendall as he was.

“I’m thinking a full page spread.” Suggested Arthur.

“Talk about putting the spread in spread-eagle.” Chuckled Clint, their voices getting further every time they spoke as they walked off, leaving Kendall naked, bound, and at the mercy of whoever found him next.