Pulls off Zack’s Shirt

Left in only the tight jockstrap beneath, Zack panics. His shorts were ripped and his shirt were stolen. He tries to cover his crotch with one hand and his bare cheeks with the other. He’s bright red.

“Hey! This isn’t funny!” He yells and even his angry voice is soft. The boys are all laughing at his misfortune.

Suddenly, he feels a tug near his hole. He yelps. One of the older boys had yanked his jockstrap up his crack the tiniest bit. Now, he was staring down at Zack’s package.

“Seems to me you’ve got some tiny little soccer balls in that pouch, McKella,” the senior boy said as he palmed Zack’s privates for emphasis. Zack visibly gulped. The boy laughed maniacally.

“Come on, what next?”