The Main Path

You gulped, and before you knew what was happening, you were walking hastily towards the door. Coach Jenna quickly followed behind, and the door shut with a thud, followed by a click as Coach Jenna locked the door. She didn’t bother looking back, and instead grabbed your left hand, and began pulling you down the open path towards the grassy greenery of the main campus. As though your situation couldn’t get worse, you heard the bell loudly ring, indicating it was another class shift. Immediately, people began to flood onto the greenery, luckily without having noticed you yet as Coach Jenna led you across the street, and into the main campus.

Coach Jenna loudly whistled, causing some to turn in your direction, and instantly go wide-eyed as they saw you desperately trying to cover yourself with your one free hand, and failing miserably. Your dick was already erect, so covering it with only one hand was all but impossible. It was at this moment, that you cursed your Mom's insistence to attend her former University, a University which had only in the past three years begun allowing male students. Because of the recent and largely unpublicized shift from a former "Women's University" to one which was more inclusive, the student population was over 90% women. As such, almost all of the hundreds of students walking about the greenery amidst the 1:45 to 2:00 class change were college girls around your own age and female professors, all of them about to see you completely exposed.

The reaction was almost immediate, with almost a hundred, if not more fellow students and some of the professors suddenly pointing and laughing in your direction, gathering the attention of several more. Within only a few seconds, the entire visible area was looking in your direction, and beginning to openly laugh at you. You began seeing a few faces that you recognized, causing your stomach to drop.

“Is that John?” Asked a petite Asian girl who sat near you in your Statistics class.

"Oh my god, it is! He's naked!" Her friend said, as they both began to laugh at you.

“He’s with the volleyball coach. Is she making him do this? But there’s so many people around...” Another of her friends questioned.

“Ehh... Who cares! Take the eye candy where you can get it! I bet he did something, and now she’s making him walk around completely nude. Which is extra embarrassing right now, since it’s the middle of class change.” The girl from your statistics class said, giggling as your coach walked you past their group.

There were more people that you recognized among the crowd. Two girls from your chemistry class, one from your history class, and one from your art class.

You spotted your History professor among the crowd, and she dropped her bag to her feet once her eyes spotted you. She was wearing a red blazer, over matching red dress skirt, and a white blouse. You cursed yourself for being extra participatory in her class, and leaving enough of an impression for her to remember you. She'd taken to teasing you a bit in class about your performance at the basketball games, not that you minded too much since it was all in the name of fun and jokes. "John?" She said loudly, a large smile rising to her lips.

You began to freeze up, as people began flocking towards you. In every direction, there were more people, all laughing, pointing, and even whistling at you. Some were even beginning to pull out their phones, and began recording you!

"C-Coach Jenna! We've got to run! This is too embarrassing!" You stammered, as more and more people began to follow, or come towards you to spectate your humiliating walk along the main path.

Coach Jenna ignored you, continuing to walk forwards. Her eyes fell on your professor, and both you and Coach Jenna suddenly stopped. "Dr. Rosalind! A pleasure as always!" She greeted, extending a hand. Your professor had scooped her bag back into her hands, and returned the handshake to Coach Jenna. "It's nice to see you too! I was just going to talk to John for a moment!" She said, looking towards you. She looked you up and down, adjusting her glasses. "Mr. John, I see you've chosen to forego your clothes today. Is this some sort of political statement? Or some sort of hazing I'm not aware of?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

You looked around, the crowd was still uproariously laughing at your predicament. Behind you, in front of you, and on your sides were hundreds of women pointing in your direction, looking your body all over. All you had was a single hand to cover yourself, with the other firmly locked in Coach Jenna's grasp, unable to be retrieved. You tried covering your dick again, only for your hand to be unable to **** your erection down, as well as being unable to fully cover the length of your entire dick. As such, your hand continued scrambling between covering your ass, chest, hip, and dick as you felt the eyes of all the students and professors scanning your completely nude form. You screamed in embarrassment as a large flash of several cameras immortalized your humiliating exposure.

Luckily, Coach Jenna could see you were frozen in embarrassment, unable to process anything other than the humiliation of being naked in front of almost the entire campus. “Well, this is a little exercise we’re doing to end his little problem with nerves on the court.” She explained, earning a laugh from your professor.

“Oh my, how embarrassing!” Your professor said, looking around. “You’re naked in front of the entire school!”

You screamed in embarrassment, desperately turning as Coach Jenna moved forward, continuing to lead you around the campus. Coach Jenna seemed content to continue forward at her slow, steady walking pace along the path. You however, wanted desperately to sprint as far away as possible. "Coach Jenna! Can we move faster? Everyone's laughing at me..." You requested, blushing madly as you passed right by another small group of very amused girls.

Coach Jenna looked back at you, raising an eyebrow. "Of course they're gonna laugh at you. That's part of the exercise. We're going to the main academics office, so its only a few more yards." She explained, pointing at the grandiose two story building on the right side of the path. You were slightly confused by what purpose or intention she had in leading you there, but you had little concern for where you were going, so long as it was away from the eyes along the path.

And then, you spotted her. Your lab partner in your Chemistry lab. A cute blonde-haired girl with golden bobs that fell down to her shoulders. Every day, she always wore a pair of jeans, black sneakers, and one of a million colors of plain T-Shirts. You watched as the books in her hand plummeted to the ground, as she stared agape towards you, raising a hand to her face. You'd spent the past few weeks getting closer to her, learning her name was Brianna, her favorite movies, her change in major to graphic design, and her sense of humor. And now you were directly in front of her, being dragged around naked by the Volleyball Coach in full view of almost the entire student and teaching body.

Before you could speak a word, Coach Jenna continued pulling you forwards, through the glass doorway of the academics building. You turned around, looking at your newest location for a moment. There was a small sitting area on the right of the front door, and a receptionist desk on the left that seemed to guard the hallway entrance. The receptionist looked up from her screen, smacking her lips on a piece of gum as she looked towards both of you. "Can I..." She began, only to trail off as she slowly began looking down your body after starting from a direct look in the eyes.

Coach Jenna sighed. "We're here to see Gina. She's expecting me." She explained bluntly. The woman was unable to respond for a moment, before quickly turning back towards Jenna, looking a bit flustered. "Oh. Yes. Of course. She's... She's in the meeting room waiting..." The receptionist said, adjusting her hair with a side sweep, as she blatantly stared at you. Her eyes began to slowly move back down, locking on your almost completely exposed dick, and a smile began to raise to her face. Coach Jenna quickly pulled you along to the elevators just a short ways down the hall, and you heard the receptionist loudly yell out behind you. "Hey guys! You are NOT going to believe what I just saw..."

You weren't able to hear any further, as the elevator doors promptly shut behind you. Coach Jenna released your free hand, which was immediately placed over your dick, joining it to form an almost complete cover, minus the fact that you had to hunch over a bit to fully suppress your erection beneath your hands. The elevator opened up only a second after your adjustment, and Coach Jenna was prompt in speed-walking down the left hallway. Without fully thinking it over, you began to follow her from behind, carefully peaking into each of the glass doorways to make sure nobody was inside the room before continuing. Something that struck you as odd, was that the rooms seemed to be empty of any of the staff.

You reached the end of the hallway, which led into a double door of frosted glass. You heard noise within, and gulped. Coach Jenna swiftly opened both the double doors, and dragged you into the room by grabbing your left hand once more. You weren't able to grasp who was in the room until after you'd entered, but as your eyes adjusted to the brightly lit room, it became clear that you were in a small meeting room, with several occupants sat at the table. One pale, formal looking woman you recognized as the dean of the college, but a most of the faces were from women you hadn't met, each of them now staring towards you instead of the dean.

The dean raised an eyebrow, putting down a stack of papers that had been in her hands. She wore a dark blue pantsuit, buttoned up all the way to the top, with only the slightest bits of a light blue blouse visible beneath the formal jacket. Her face was adorned with a single pair of rectangular glasses, and her hair was tied into a neat ponytail at the back of her head. "Coach. We're in the middle of a rather important-" She began, before looking towards you. Her eyes immediately widened, and a pen dropped out of her hand and onto the carpeted floor below.

The silence of the room was deafening. Then, you heard a small noise from the Hispanic woman on your right. This was echoed by the light-skinned woman sat to the right of her next to the Dean, and you quickly deduced that the pair were desperately trying to hold in their laughter. The two women on the left looked to be in a similar situation as their counterparts, and a look to the dean confirmed she was beginning to form a smile.

"Gina, I would like to ask for a special accomodation for John, as his coach. His therapy requires very specific care which requires some adjustments made to his daily life on campus, that I would like to ask you to sign off on. My actual influence carries almost no weight without your signature." Coach Jenna said, looking over at you.

The dean looked back at you, and back at Coach Jenna. Then back at you, this time for a much longer, moving glance, and then back to Coach Jenna. "Jenna. Why is... what I can only HOPE is John, completely naked in my office? I assume this is your doing?" She said, leaning back in her chair a bit as she tilted her head.

Coach Jenna coughed. "Well, this is part of the therapy. He suffers from a fear of embarrassment, and it has begun greatly impacting his performance on the court, and I believe it will soon impact his life unless action is taken. I cannot prescribe any medicines that won't fail him on a **** test before a game, nor do we have the time to slowly and methodically cure him of his issue. As such, I firmly believe that the correct move to make for hastily treating his issue is to **** him into a constant state of embarrassment, in a manner similar to immersion therapy." She very quickly explained, beaming a smile towards the women at the table. "So after his practice today, I instructed his teammates to lock him outside of the locker room naked while my team was practicing on the court. Then I led him here, right in the midst of class change. But I believe this may take a prolonged treatment to fully overcome, so I would like to ask you to officially sanction John's temporary treatment plan for the remainder of the season, or until I feel the desired effect has taken place, or the treatment is not working."

After relaying her plan, and story to the room, there was a short second of silence, before the woman on your right spoke up.

"Wait, you made him walk ALL the way here? Like that?" She asked, smirking a bit. Coach Jenna nodded.

The woman on your left suddenly burst into laughter, causing her neighbor to do the same. Immediately, the two women across the table erupted into laughter, causing you to blush. Here was what looked to be some meeting of officials at the college, and all of them were laughing at you as you stood with nothing but your two hands to cover yourself. Even the dean cracked a smile, before beginning to chuckle a bit.

"I was wondering what the commotion outside was all about! Now I get it!" The short woman on your left wearing a green dress loudly declared.

"I can't even begin to imagine how many people saw you..." The light-skinned girl said, blushing a bit.

"Look, boy. It's not streaking if you're covering yourself!" The Hispanic girl cheekily joked.

After a short moment, the dean coughed, trying to regain some degree of order in the room. "Well, as you I'm sure already know, our guidelines clearly state that nudity is strictly prohibited on campus grounds that are not a place of residence. Outside of certain events, like the charity streak of course." The dean said. You heard Coach Jenna sigh, and begin reaching into her pocket. You began to feel that maybe the nightmare was over, and that you'd finally get to cover up again.

"...However, I understand that some student's situations require a little more... accommodation. Especially if we mean to grow our athletics program to match the level of higher level colleges and universities. As such..." The dean began, looking around the room. "...I suppose if all the other members of the university growth council were to agree, I could revise the guidelines to include a sole exception for a student in our athletics program. Maybe I could send out an e-mail to our professors just to be sure that nobody would attempt to prematurely end his exposure. Any objectors?" The dean questioned, looking at the women gathered at the table. All heads immediately shook, causing your stomach to form a huge knot. Had the university heads signed off on Coach Jenna's request? There was no way that you could actually be made to go naked all day, every day. Right?

"Wait, you can't do this! Uhh... What will all the other students think when I start walking around naked?! What will the police do when they see me?! And more importantly, I can't go to class naked!" You protested, earning a sudden intense look from the dean.

"Mr. John. With all due respect, I trust what Coach Jenna deems as the appropriate course of action above all else in regards to athletics. If she believes that having you walk around with not a single article of clothing to your name will improve your game on the court, then for as long as you remain on campus I shall see to it that you remain completely naked. Your professors will be made aware of your unique circumstance, as well as our campus law enforcement. As for the students..." She said, looking at you with a subtle smirk and a wink. "...Well. I think I won't be hearing any complaints." You stared aghast, looking around the room. It seemed to be the truth, that you were now going to be made to go naked on campus!

"Thank you!" Coach Jenna said, tossing a pair of keys to you after quickly seizing them from her pocket. You recognized them as your dorm apartment keys, and instinctively reached up with both hands to grab them mid-air. Unfortunately, the move briefly caused you to fully uncover your dick, exposing it to open air and causing a gasp from two of the women sat around the table.

Coach Jenna pointed out the door. “You’re free to go. Your clothes have already been confiscated, and they will be returned once your treatment is finished.”

You stood in shock for a moment, before Coach Jenna ushered you out of the meeting area. She pushed you back into the hall, and slammed the glass double door shut behind you. You backed into the door, and heard it the latch click shut behind you, confirming it was locked. You stood still in the hallway, not even covering yourself as you stood backed against the door, struggling to come to terms with your situation.

As requested, you were now expected to be naked on campus at all times! Apparently your clothes had also been confiscated, and your professors would be informed. This meant that not only would you have to find a way about your day-to-day life without clothes, but you were even expected to attend your classes dressed in not a single stitch of clothing.

You were so occupied with your slow, horrified realization of how dire your situation had become over the course of an hour, that you failed to notice the receptionist, along with several of the other staff on the first floor, had went up to the first floor after the receptionist witnessed your arrival. What looked to be about fifteen women dressed neatly in dress-wear, all looking at you with widening smiles.

“Oh my...” One older, black-haired woman gasped.

You caught the flash of a camera, recognizing it as belonging to the receptionist’s phone as laughter began to echo down the hall. “I told you guys!” She said, snapping a few more pictures as you stood frozen.

You blushed madly, and quickly put both hands over your dick. Without much further thought, you spotted the stairwell on your right, and instantly bolted through the doorway. You tried to ignore the laughs from upstairs the best you could, as you continued to run downstairs. You reached the bottom of the stairwell, and sprinted through the outside door, not considering what awaited you on the other side.

The remnants of the crowd were still lingering around the building, and several people immediately took notice of you upon your exit through the emergency door, upon the loud thud of the door shutting. One girl pointed in your direction, shouting loudly “Look, he’s back!”

Without any other options, you decided your only way out of this situation was to sprint back to your dorm. You tried to ignored the rising laughter, whistling, and pointing as you ran down one more flight of steps, and bolted into the crowd along the main path. While it seemed most of the students had gone to class at this point, there was still several dozen students milling about the green space.

“Look at his butt!” A short brunette said to her friend.

“Rock on bro!” One punk-looking girl enthusiastically encouraged, offering a wolf whistle as you ran past.

“Where did your clothes go? Did you forget them?” One well-dressed woman asked.

“How humiliating...” another girl echoed, admiring the view as you ran past.

The humiliating run from the academics building was everything you’d been expecting. After a full mile run back to your apartment, you were glad to see almost nobody on the stairs to the second floor. You hastily made your entry into your apartment, away from prying eyes. You were exhausted from the embarrassing day you’d had, so you decided to get to bed early.