Rules are Rules

"Well James," Mr. Smith says, "this was your own damn fault! I still can't believe you'd even think it would be a good idea to come streaking to school today young man!"

"But sir, I seriously didn't mean to! I forgo-"

"Save it, James. Rules are rules, and you have to go naked throughout the rest of the day." He firmly states. The class giggles at his remark. He stands to his side, giving them all a perfect view of a nude James covering his winky with both hands. "Now go and take your seat."

"Yes sir..." James says defeatedly, as he shuffles to his seat, in the middle of the classroom.

Mr. Smith, although a strict and duteous teacher, was a very understanding man for his students. Today's lesson was to analyze and philosophize who could've been at fault for Romeo and Juliet's ****, and he tried his very best to keep the class engaged in the lesson while taking attention away from James's predicament. Maybe James really didn't know he was naked this whole time. I mean, why on Earth would someone walk around with that little nub in plain view anyways!? To keep that poor boy in school without giving him any pants to cover his shame is just downright cruel. No... the least Mr. Smith could do is try and diffuse the situation as much as possible by doing his job! And it seemed to work somewhat. Almost half of the class seemed to be engrossed in Mr. Smith's lecture; he knew how to preach, that's for sure. He was great at capturing their attention. He even seemed to get James's attention!

At first, James was sitting as stiff as a board, legs crossed, hands firmly in lap, and face as red as a tomato. But as Mr. Smith went on about Mercutio's failure to guide his friend or Friar Lawrence's lack of insight on warning Romeo of Juliet's plan beforehand, James began to relax, almost forgetting the situation he had caught himself in. His legs unraveled, his face no longer blushing, leaning on the backrest of the desk now; though James could feel some glances and snickers beside him, he began to feel a little more at ease now.

That is, until his easiness reached his hands and arms.

James began to relax so much that he stretched his hands and arms above his head for a brief moment, forgetting that he was naked and sporting a 1-inch willy entirely! Though unlike him, several students around him hadn't forgotten, and some had their cameras ready!

As James stretched, he looked to his side, saw a few girls right next to him with wicked grins and their phones out pointed right at his tiny penis. He then looked downward, remembering that he has been naked this whole time, and threw his hands back to his lap with a quiet gasp. The girls softly giggled. James just stared forward, blushing brighter than ever.

A few minutes afterwards, one of the girls leaned over to him. "Psst, hey nakey boy! Check it out!" She whispered, showing a picture of him stretching on her story on Snapchat. There's a big arrow pointed right at his little peepee, and a laughing emoji and a pinched-fingers emoji in each corner of the photo. The Snap already has over 20 views, but he notices that she has over 500 friends on Snapchat.

James feels a pit stirring in his stomach. "Oh God..." he whispers. "Please, please please please pleasepleasepleasePLEASE delete that! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?" She responds, with a sadistic grin.

"Y-yes... ANYTHING!" He begs.

"Quiet in the back!" Mr. Smith demands. "Now where were we..."

"Okay little peeny boy," She says while removing the picture from her Snap. "Meet me behind the auditorium during lunch hour. Deal?" She asks while extending her hand for a handshake, awkwardly high above James's desk.

"O-okay... deal." James complies, going in for the handshake. As he reaches, the girl leans over and gives his whole crotch a quick squeeze before jumping right back to her desk. James yelps loudly.

"JAMES!" Mr. Smith yells.

"Yes sir!?"

"I've been up here trying to do my best to keep all eyes and ears away from you, and there you go causing more attention for yourself! I was even going to turn out the lights and finish up the Romeo and Juliet movie for everyone to finish off the class, but there you go whispering and yelping and even stretching to show off that little thing of yours!"

"Bu-bu-but I... but she... but I-" he stammers.

"I gave you the benefit of the doubt and assumed that you were just in the wrong place in the wrong time. But clearly that isn't the case! Clearly the principle had the right idea! Now get your ass up here, son! While we're going to watch the movie, you're going to stand up beside the class to watch it with us!" He commands.

"Please Mr. Smith, I didn't mean t-"

"Yes, and you probably didn't mean to wind up in school naked, either! Bullcrap! Get up here young man!" He yells louder.

Shaken out of fear, James gets out of his desk and slowly, ever so slowly, walks to the front of the class. Each step accompanying with what felt like a million heartbeats. He can feel the class's eyes and smiles, but no one is laughing due to Mr. Smith's rage silencing everyone. The silence, arguably, is so much worse. It helps him hear his heart, hear his footsteps, hear his rapid breathing, hear his mind screaming and begging for divine intervention. After ages turned to seconds, he makes his way to the very front of the class, and faces his peers.

"Alright James, shuffle over to the side a bit. I said I was going to put on a movie, and I'm still going to." As James moves over, Mr. Smith grabs ahold of the projector screen and tries to pull it down. "God damnit! This thing always gets stuck. James! Give me a hand!"

"Uhh... but-"

"JAMES! Now!"

"O-okay." James grabs ahold of the projector screen end with one hand and tries to pull, but it doesn't budge, try as he might.

"Both hands son! Both hands!"

"But, what about covering myself!?"

"You don't have much to cover anyways, James. Now help me out or I'm making you go back to the principle's office!" He commands. The class laughs at his comment.

James, not wanting to go back to the principle's office, faces his backside to the class and grabs the screen with both hands. In one strong pull, he yanks the screen, successfully unsheathing it from its roll! But James also lost his grasp when pulling back, stumbling backwards and falling flat on his butt, giving some of his classmates a perfect view of his 1-incher. The class laughs at the spectacle. James, realizing what just transpired, immediately clasps his groin, jumps back up, and runs beside the projector screen once more.

"Real nice James. You really don't care if anyone sees your little thing down there, do you?" Mr. Smith says, annoyingly.

"What!? No! It was an acci-"

"Damn it, James! When will you learn that your lying is what gets you into this mess to begin with! Hell, if you like showing off so much, why not show it all off right here, right now! Be my Goddamn guest!" He yells once more. The class looks at him, then James, stunned. James is speechless for a few moments.

"Wait... do you mean-"

"Yes James. I do." Mr. Smith says, matter of fact.

"No! Nononono please Mr. Smith I'M SORRY! I'll stay up here all day if you want me to! Just please don't make me!"

"Too late, James. We're waiting."

Oh God, why me, James thought. As if the walk of shame up to the class wasn't enough! Now THIS!? James surveys his class's reaction to all of this, and all he can see are prying eyes, grinning teeth, and phones. God, why the phones!? The room goes quiet again, waiting with anticipation on James's next move. James squeezes his eyes shut. He can practically feel his heart pumping in his ears.

First... the left hand.

He sets his left hand off to his side and all that's left is his right hand. He can't tell if he should be thankful or curse God for the fact that his right hand can cover his entire penis and testicles. His legs are growing weak at the knees just thinking at the onslaught of laughter and ridicule he's about to face within the next five seconds. I wonder what would happen if I just faked-fainted right now? James thought. No, not like that would stop people from seeing my little penis... Maybe if I had a heart attack, I'd at least get some sympathy points? Some nice words on my gravestone, right? I'm a nice guy, I deserve that at least! "Here lies James: Swimmer, Academic, Friend to All, One-Inch Wonder."... Shit... let's get this over with...

3...

2...

1...

Finally, the right hand.

For a very brief moment in time, the class is quiet. Motionless. Bewildered at the thought that a man, no, a boy could be so tiny in his nether regions. Yet here he stands, wearing nothing but his shoes and socks, plain as day! Because of the silence, James opens his eyes and looks around. What a mistake that was.

Like clockwork, the class explodes into hysterics right as he looks at them all. All of his peers, girls and boys alike, pointing at him, pinching their fingers together, crying in fits of laughter, and worst of all; recording him. He looked over at Mr. Smith for any sympathy at all; the kind of sympathy that he showed him at the start of his plight, and all he saw was a pitying, yet humorous smile on his face. Truly no one was in his corner that class, or that day for that matter.

After letting the class unload their hysterics on James, Mr. Smith finally took control of the situation. "Alright alright, settle down class. And put your phones away. It's time we begin our movie."

Oh thank God, James thought, as he covers himself and starts walking to his desk.

"Where do you think you're going!?" Mr. Smith interrogated, blocking him from returning from his desk.

"I uhh, I thought we were going to watch the movie?"

"We are! And so will you! From the front of the class. Without covering young boy," He said while pulling away both of James's hands. This caused the class to laugh again. James, just as embarrassed as before, trudges back to the front of the class and faces them and the projection. Though Mr. Smith told the class to put their phones away, he can see a few people recording him from under their desks. He wants to tattle to Mr. Smith, but he knows that'll only get him into more trouble now.

"Alright class, we have about 15 minutes left of class, so we'll just have to pick up the movie where we left off and finish it tomorrow too." Mr. Smith says.

15 minutes. That's all that's left. And with a movie going, that shouldn't be too hard, right? James thought.

Mr. Smith starts up the 1968 version of Romeo and Juliet version, and all seems to be going well, though James can't help but look at his classmates every now and again and feel his heart drop, reminding himself of his unfortunate situate. He's tried keeping his eyes closed, but Mr. Smith told him he can't due to the fact that they're going to have a test on this movie at the end of the week. Not that James will remember any of it to begin with, given the circumstances.

The last 5 minutes of class are approaching, and everything seems to be going fine. Until the movie changes to a new scene. Romeo and Juliet are lying in bed together after a night of "passion". Romeo then wakes up to the morning sun and gets out of bed to put on his clothes while Juliet stays in bed. Oh, he's naked, James thought. James can't help but take his eyes off the projection whenever Juliet appears though. Something is stirring down below.

Romeo then lays back onto the bed and kisses Juliet, and she turns to her side to face him. Holy shit, she's naked! James thought. James is definitely starting to feel something change inside him, though he's to engrossed in the movie to pay attention to his surroundings.

Romeo then throws the blanket off her and jumps on her. Oh my God, there's so much going on here! Are we allowed to watch this in school!? James thought. James's 1-incher now not only begins to grow, but the stimuli from his principle and the girl who groped him are playing a part in causing a small bulb of precum to form at his tip.

Finally, in an instant of panic, Juliet throws Romeo off of her and turns to her side, ever so briefly flashing the audience for a fraction of a second (something highschool boys will most likely remember for the rest of their lives). James begins to salivate a little, his tiny penis at a whopping 2.5 inches with a small bit of precum on it. _Oh... my... God... BOOBS!!! _James thought, barely able to contain himself (in several ways).

Just as Juliet throws on her robe and the scene changes, the school bell rings. "Alright class. I know that was an... interesting way to end the class today. But I want you to take away more from that than just the nudi-GOOD LORD JAMES! What in God's name is wrong with you!?" Mr. Smith cries out.

James, lost in a trance, jumps up. "Wha-wha-what do you mean!?" The class looks at him and then burst out into greater fits of laughter than before.

"Yo! James popped a stiffy!"

"Where!? All I see is a toothpick, haha!"

"For fuck's sake, James. It was bad enough that you're willing to flash yourself, but now you're going to do it while you got a hard-on!?" Mr. Smith yelled.

James looked down to see that he was, in fact, rock hard. Looks like that movie was just too much for him. "Wait no! It was the movie! I swear."

"I don't have time for this James. Just... just go to your next class. Disgusting little pervert." Mr. Smith remarks.

James, ashamed of how his miniscule genitalia has betrayed him once more, goes to pick up his backpack, and leaves Mr. Smith's class. Why did I have to ruin my relationship with the one teacher who would show me any grace? James thought.