Listen, Ruby is one cruel bitch.

The college girls’s raucous laughter and lurid topics of conversation drift gradually closer to my group—and my birthday suit—but I don’t think they’re anywhere nearby.

This is about to change.

As if the world froze and falls silent for this very moment, Ruby screams, and her holler drowns out every other sound for what must be miles: “Boy, I sure am loving this nude male model! He’s just so naked!!”

It sounds more like a stampede of horses than anything human when the all-girl college tour sprints our way. I scramble to get my raging erection as hidden as possible behind the tiny bottle that serves as my only cover; the beating of my heart sounds like a marching army.

The mob of women round the corner at the cosmic speed limit, and their eyes go wide when they see me all oiled up and buck-ass nude. A sexy hijabi girl lets her mouth hang agape as her stare travels very deliberately south; the sexy coleegeiates gawk in a moment of ear-splitting silence, broken by these humiliating words…

“Holy shit— He’s naked!!!”

“Whoa. That’s so Fuckin’ hot.”

“Woof.”

“I wonder if his carpet matches the drapes…”

These comments and others escape their lips, along with wolf-whistles aplenty as the college tour runs straight towards us, or, er… straight towards me.

“Hey girls! Would anybody like a picture with our ‘non-nude’ model?” Ruby air quotes to our new, massive, and extremely horny audience.

“What do mean non-nude? I can practically see his dick!“

“Ooh! I like penises! Pick me!”

“Wait? Are we actually allowed to take pictures? He looks really uncomfortable…”

“It’s fine: His contract just means we can’t publish pictures with his dick in them. As for posing with this fine specimen, let’s just say it’s for your, um… academic edification.”

The sexy college students look at each other, glance towards the odious little redhead, bite their lips hard as they give me another good ogle, and then scramble over themselves to crowd my naked body. Ruby smiles like a predator, hands a drooling Tess her supplies, and directs the composition of my impending humiliation.

I’m bordered by a score of hyperventilating college girls while the chubby blonde sets up the camera, grinning to herself at the ridiculous sight of me; all blushing and naked, apart from a bottle the exact size of my cock. Everything in this moment is Hell. It’s too bright, too loud, too humiliating— just way too overstimulating by every conceivable metric!

It’s taking every ounce of my willpower for me not to sprint away from this nightmare, or have a total meltdown. The lecherous Muslim girl gives my bared ass a squeeze, and I feel my cock throb.

Wearing an ecstatic beam as I squirm and blush, Tess sets the camera to immortalize for these girls my glistening nudity, but…