So...many...women!

Girls. All about your age, probably all seniors in high school and yet your recognize none of them. You have no clue why a bunch of strangers were walking in this classroom of all places, but that was the least of your worries right now. To be seen by naked girls forcing you into this mess was one thing, but for random females who have nothing to do with this to see your skin...shit, how could this day get any more humiliating?

"This is room 114, right?" A lanky girl with glasses, currently leading the pack, questions the group casually. You're not entirely sure how to respond. Obviously you weren't paying attention to the stupid room number when you walked in here, but your silence also comes from shock. Why isn't she screaming, covering her eyes, and calling you a pervert? Surely they weren't expecting a naked male to be in here, were they?

"That's right! We're part of the art class here, go ahead and make yourselves at home." It's not until you hear Chloe's cheerful response that you finally notice what's in front of you. All four girls reacted quick enough to stand side to side in front of you. You're the tallest of the group, but they still managed to cover the weak spot in your admittedly impressive painted uniform from everyone else. For now it seems the group that's been torturing you all day saved you from humiliation this time around!

At least for now.

Dozens of students begin entering the room, one after another, all with intriguing trinkets and canvases in their hands. Your body is frozen solid as they walk all around you and begin placing their possessions around the room. Some even walk behind you and you go stiff from fear. Nothing was covering your back, so once glance your way would reveal a well painted, but still very naked male ass. Even if they do assume you're clothed, the best case scenario would be that you're wearing extremely tight clothing that shows off all of your features back there.

"What's going on?" You whisper to nobody in particularly through clenched teeth. You have a pretty good idea but you still wanted some sort of clarification.

"Thought I told you earlier. Ms. Lee said we could use the arts and craft storage room to get our projects together before the fare." Chloe explains cheerfully. "We just came earlier than the rest of the girls."

"Those are the key words here, 'other girls'! I thought you meant just you guys!"

Your panicked whispers grow loud enough for a few of the guests to turn your way. You immediately bite your tongue. Better shut up before you bring even more attention to yourself.

Michele decides to finally break the news with a big smile. "The school decided to allow other schools' art classes to attend the fare today. Attendance has been horrid the past few years so I guess they're trying something new to gain publicity."

"Not that it's going to work." Gabby interjects with a frown. She was the only one out of the four art students who didn't seem to be enjoying herself right now. The goth was never one for big crowds, you've always noticed. "Not like a whole lot more of the same art is going to convince people to look at it this time around."

You feel a sharp pain on the tip of your painted dick and have to bite your lip to hold back a gasp. You look down just in time to see Michele flick your cock once again with her long fingernails. "Michele!"

"Still sporting one after all this, huh? Guess it's not just me after all, you want to show off to everybody." Hearing your childhood friend's words causes your eyes to widen in fear. Yet your erection twitches even still. "I did promise to humiliate you since you enjoy it so much, didn't I? Maybe we should show our project to the other artists and get some early opinions."

Fuck!