The Photos

Then PE class finally arrived and Stefan was almost a little ashamed to admit to himself that he had somehow been looking forward to it all day.

Without any problems, Stefan was again able to occupy the seat in the farthest corner for himself, from which he would have the longest way to the shower room. With a grin, Stefan noticed how Jonas quietly secured the place next to Stefan without comment.

Because Stefan had already forgotten that his sexual organs were pulled out of his pants through the leg opening, and he had already got used to the feeling, the first exposure occurred unplanned when he took off his jeans. Which Jonas watched with great interest. Stefan had to touch his private parts under Jonas' attentive gaze and push them back into his pants before he could put on his gym shorts.

After Stefan had finished the gym lesson with great disinterest, he already felt great anticipation on the way from the gym to the changing room. Even as he walked, he felt his member in his trousers begin to swell. This had already happened slightly again and again during the sports lesson.

By the time Stefan had reached his seat and removed his clothes, his member was already so aroused that when he pulled down his gym shorts and pants, it stood out horizontally from his body and the tip of the glans peeked out of the foreskin. Stefan was inwardly amused by the way Jonas was trying to look inconspicuous, while at the same time his eyes were almost falling out of his head.

Since Stefan thoroughly begrudged Jonas his fun and found it arousing himself, he took his time getting the shower gel out of a bag. Stefan noticed how Jonas enjoyed the sight of his already quite stiff cock at close range and how it erected itself further and the glans came further out of its hiding place. He would have to show himself to all his classmates in the locker room and unintentionally live up to his nickname of Stefan the hard-on.

When his penis was standing up almost vertically, Stefan made his way to the shower room, his arms hanging loosely at his sides, and apart from shower gel he again carried nothing with him, even the towel remained in its place.

"Well, you pervert, are you going to show us your hard-on again?" blasphemed Ryan with an ironic undertone.

"Sorry, I just can't do anything about it, when I'm naked it gets hard," Stefan replied apologetically.

" It' s hard all day long, no matter if you have clothes on or not," Oliver mocked, triggering some laughter.

"After all, Ryan has been able to prove that several times with his checks, Boner Stefan!" added Bruce with a gleeful grin.

"Surely something like that has happened to you before," Stefan sought a little sympathy.

"At 12 or 13, but at 18 you should finally be able to control yourself down there," Tobias mocked.

But Stefan really couldn't control his penis at that moment, perhaps because he had been brought up so uptight and nudity was completely unfamiliar to him. But the explanation of why it was like that was actually unimportant, he had to go through with what he had started.

Again, Stefan chose a shower that was not only clearly visible from all the other showers, but also from the changing room. After briefly adjusting the water temperature, Stefan immediately turned back towards the room so that everyone could get a good look at his stiff member.

While washing his hair, Stefan closed his eyes, but heard all the more clearly the giggles, the stupid comments and again and again his nickname "Boner Stefan". He could almost feel the stares at his erect member.

Through his closed eyes, Stefan suddenly noticed a bright flash of light. Startled, he opened his eyes and saw Bruce standing in front of him, fully dressed and holding a large mirror reflector camera.

"Great!" Bruce remarked with satisfaction, looking at the camera's monitor.

Not only Stefan was irritated by Bruce's presence, but Oliver didn't find the action funny either: "Hey, if you take pictures of me naked, you can make an appointment with the emergency doctor!

"Calm down, I'm just taking pictures of the Boner-Stefan who can't control his dick," Bruce soothed and pointed the camera at Stefan's naked, defenceless body again. The second flash of light twitched, making Stefan aware that verbal descriptions of his naked body could now be joined by explicit photos.

"You've got a huge one," Tobias quipped, looking at the big camera.

"Thanks," laughed Bruce, "and the best thing is that the camera has built-in Wi-Fi. The pictures are immediately uploaded to the cloud via the school network. The memory lasts forever, and even if you lose the camera or it gets stolen, you keep the pictures.

"That means Boner Stefan is now naked on the internet?" asked Oliver curiously.

"For now, only password-protected in my cloud," Bruce explained, then followed up with a really nasty grin, "but I can change that at any time."

"Cool," Oliver commented.

"Now go back to washing, I want to take some more pictures when you have your hands on your dick," Bruce demanded cheekily.

Stefan briefly considered whether he should really go along with this, but escaping half soaped would be at least as embarrassing as finishing washing himself. He tried in vain to spot Marcel, but he seemed to have decided not to shower today. Bruce already had naked photos in his possession anyway, so one or two more wouldn't make any difference.

Stefan soon realised that it would be a little more than two pictures when he started soaping himself up and the frequency with which Bruce took pictures steadily increased.

Especially when Stefan held his foreskin back very tightly and rubbed the shower gel on his bare glans, a veritable flashlight storm twitched.

Stefan was somewhat relieved when he had washed himself completely and rinsed off the foam. Even though his member had become even harder, he found Bruce's photographing extremely unpleasant and did not even want to think about what else Bruce could do with the photos.

On the way back to his seat, Bruce followed Stefan with his camera and took a few more pictures of Stefan stark naked and very sexually aroused as he made his way between the clothed classmates.

The joy of having reached his place and being able to cover himself a little with the towel in front of Bruce lasted only a short time, however, because there was no towel left in Stefan's place. All his things had disappeared, sports bag, clothes, shoes. Only a note was lying there, and Stefan immediately recognised Bruce's handwriting.

Only if you are a good boy and participate well in the photo shoot, you will get your things back < was written on the note.

"What do you mean?" asked Stefan irritated.

"Well, after the natural positions in the shower, I thought with a little motivation you would definitely show us some more erotic poses, like a real porn actor. For the first picture, I want you to put one foot on the bench and leave the other on the floor so your crotch is nice and open," Bruce explained.

"You're crazy!" protested Stefan. This was finally going too far for him, he wasn't a porn actor after all.

"Too bad," Bruce said without any discernible emotion, packed the camera in his bag, took the bag and walked towards the door.

"Hey, you can't just leave me standing here naked," Stefan shouted indignantly.

"Yes I can, because you're not being good," Bruce said impassively and opened the door of the changing room.

"Wait!" shouted Stefan, startled by Bruce's consistency, and put his left foot on the bench.

"There you go," Bruce stated with satisfaction and unpacked his camera again.

"Wow, now there's some real action," cheered Ryan.

"All right, twist your pelvis a little more sideways, put your arms up nice and high and your hands behind your head. And smile friendly and invitingly into the camera," Bruce directed.

Stefan had hardly struck the pose when the flash flashed and laughter rang out in the room.

Stefan's mind spontaneously ran through countless possibilities of what stupid and mean things Bruce could do with this picture. But what could Stefan do? He could only play along and hope to at least get his clothes back in the end.

"The smile is a good thing. It shows credibly that you are having great fun showing your boner openly and posing for kinky photos," Bruce praised.

Although Stefan still felt that things were just getting out of hand and had clearly gone too far, he also couldn't deny the erotic tingling in his body. And his member remained fully erect.

"And now put your hand behind your ball sack and pull the skin nice and tight with your thumb so you can see the balls better," Bruce ordered.

Stefan followed the instruction. His scrotum was long and soft from the hot shower. He looked down and was surprised himself how clearly the outlines of the two testicles could now be seen under the thin, soft skin.

"You're supposed to smile at the camera, not stare down!" snapped Bruce and as soon as Stefan smiled at the camera again, the flash twitched.

"The hand stays like that. You don't need to smile now, this will be a close-up," Bruce explained and let the camera's zoom lens extend further.

"Good boy!", Bruce mocked.

"Wait a minute," Ryan suddenly spoke up again, "you should also take detail pictures with a comparative scale, in case anyone ever wants to know how big Stefan's bits are."

With these words, Ryan took a ruler out of his school bag and held it next to Stefan's left testicle.

"Yes, great idea," laughed Bruce.

"But nothing of mine will be in the picture," Ryan admonished.

"Don't worry," Bruce reassured him, "only Stefan's junk with the upper half of the scale will be on there." A short, glaring twitch and Bruce grinned contentedly at the display of his digicam.

"Perfect!", Bruce praised himself.

"His left testicle is 5 cm long," Ryan announced loudly in the changing room to everyone who had stayed to watch the spectacle.

Ryan briefly changed the angle of the ruler and again the flash twitched. "And 3.5 cm thick it is," Ryan added to the measurement result.

The procedure was also repeated on Stefan's right testicle. "His right testicle is a little bigger: 5.5 by 4 cm," Ryan let the others know loud and clear.

"I think it's all very average, he's not that well endowed," Bruce added. The humiliation regarding his own equipment from the day before was obviously still having an effect, so he now tried to make Stefan look as bad as possible.

"We should do that with his boner too," recommended Ryan, quite enthusiastic about his own idea.

"Yeah, great. Come on Stefan, come over here. Bend your cock forward horizontally. And now take the ruler and hold it on top. After all, it's supposed to be an objective measurement," Bruce demanded.

Stefan did as he was asked and it even excited him when Bruce bent over Stefan's shoulder with the digicam to get a good picture. The humiliating touch of Bruce's clothed body on his bare skin almost made Stefan cum. A brief flash showed Stefan that the length measurement was now also documented.

With a nasty grin Bruce blasphemed: "Well, with 17 cm you are average at best. It's really good that we measured, so that the girls don't get the wrong idea."

"My ideas are always good," Ryan praised himself.

Stefan would have liked to suggest measuring Bruce too, but in his current inferior position he preferred to avoid that provocation.

"We still have to re-measure the thickness," Ryan reminded him.

"Yes, that's right, now take the ruler across at the root," Bruce directed and again the flashlight twitched over Stefan's shoulder.

"Wow, only 4 cm wide. It really looks bigger without a scale," Bruce mocked again.

"It's probably because of his narrow hips that it looks much bigger," laughed Ryan.

"It was a great idea," Bruce praised as he handed the ruler back to Ryan.

Then Bruce turned directly to Stefan: "Unfortunately, it won't be possible to avoid the whole school finding out in the course of the week that you only have a barely average dick. As honest people, Ryan and I will have to openly share your measurements."

"But at least he stays hard all the time, the more ashamed he gets, the worse it actually gets," laughed Ryan.

"And now on with the programme, in half an hour the table tennis club has rented the hall, the first ones will probably come earlier, and I want to take some nice pictures beforehand," Bruce urged.

"Oh, that's right, after school sports the hall is rented out to local clubs, so Stefan had better get a move on to get all the poses through in time," Ryan chuckled.

"You heard him. So put your hands on the bench, lower your upper body, stick your butt out wide and spread your legs so you can see your testicles dangling from behind," Bruce instructed his victim, who once again looked in vain for support or at least a recognisable approval or disapproval from Marcel.

"You're insane," Stefan protested, but followed the instruction.

"Spread your legs even more, yes, good, and smile longingly into the camera as if you're waiting for someone to fuck your ass," Bruce demanded and the schoolmates present fell into loud laughter.

Stefan held the awkward position while Bruce walked around him and photographed him from all sides. Along the way, Stefan glanced at Jonas, who was sitting very still and almost as inconspicuous as a piece of furniture in the corner. However, Stefan also noticed the mobile phone in Jonas' hand. Was the quiet little pervert filming what was happening here? And he was so damn inconspicuous.

"So, we'll do the next shots in the hall, I have a nice idea with Stefan as the goalkeeper," Bruce announced.

"You can't be serious," Stefan gasped excitedly. But Stefan realised he would have ****. By now he was the only person in the room who was still naked, and he still had no idea where his clothes were hidden.

"Yes, yes, the teacher has left and the table tennis club didn't rent the hall until...", Bruce glanced briefly and boastfully at his Apple Watch, "now just under 25 minutes to go, so get a move on!".

Stefan's heart pounded as he stepped stark naked from the changing room into the empty hall, which at that moment seemed even bigger and more public than normal. The way to the football goal seemed endless to him.

"There, very nice, now you stand in the middle of the goal, crouch down with your legs wide apart, rest your hands on your knees and look ahead as if you were expecting a ball," Bruce ordered.

Again Stefan took up the position and patiently had his picture taken.

"Even wider your legs, you are supposed to present your genitals properly," Bruce instructed and continued snapping blithely.

Stefan hadn't noticed that Ryan was missing. He now came running with a football that he had fetched from the storeroom.

"Ryan will now throw you the ball and you jump as high as you can to catch it," Bruce explained, giggling.

Before Stefan could think, the football came flying and Stefan jumped. He even managed to catch it while a veritable flurry of flashbulbs followed him.

"Wow, this continuous shooting function is totally awesome," Bruce cheered.

Ryan looked over Bruce's shoulder at the camera's display and grinned: "That one turned out great, ball in the air, Stefan in the air, his balls flying and his cock standing."

"You could enter that in a photography competition," Bruce agreed.

"Kiss the ball and jerk your cock while you do it," Ryan now said.

"That's ridiculous," Stefan observed.

"Just do it," Bruce said succinctly, "anything that embarrasses you is fine with me. See, there you go, a little more passion. Now get back into a wide-legged crouch and rub your cock on the ball."

Stefan didn't find this position particularly pleasant either and rubbing his unprotected member on the dirty football really wasn't erotic for him, but the friction served its mechanical purpose and Stefan's glans became wet.

"Now try if you can balance the ball on the glans, a few seconds for the photo will do, yeah, rad, these will be horny pictures," Bruce continued his shoot.

"It totally rubs against the glans," Stefan noted.

"Not my problem," Bruce laughed, "if you don't like the ball, just show what you've got on the climbing pole, I think about two metres up and your boner should be completely against the pole."

Laughing uproariously, Stefan now pulled himself up the climbing pole and, when he had reached some height, pressed his stiff penis completely against the pole.

"Don't forget to smile," Bruce reminded him, snapping more photos, "that's it, you can come back down."

Carefully Stefan slid down the pole stark naked and as aroused as he was. The cold metal rubbed fiercely against his stiff cock and he felt he couldn't take the pressure much longer. But to cum unintentionally in front of the boys, he really didn't want to experience such an unimaginable embarrassment. So Stefan tried, as best he could, to keep control of his sexual arousal.

"That makes him pretty horny, look how his pre-cum is running," Ryan remarked.

"If you don't have a girlfriend, you just enjoy sex with the climbing pole," Bruce mocked.

"Are we doing the finale here or in the changing room?" asked Ryan.

"We do it near the entrance door. There I have the expanse of the hall as a background and can nicely free Stefan as a motif from the background, and Stefan still has a little thrill, whether someone from the table tennis club comes too early and sees him right there at the entrance," Bruce explained.

"Sounds good," Ryan agreed.

"Then if you'd be so kind as to go to the storeroom for a moment, I'll show Stefan to the door," Bruce purred in a frighteningly friendly manner to Ryan.

"You're welcome," Ryan replied with a grin and ran back to the storeroom while Bruce directed Stefan towards the front door.

"So Stefan, this is the most dangerous place to get caught. I hope the thrill will make you horny again for the last shots. For now, I'm afraid you'll have to wait for Ryan," Bruce said with a nasty grin on his face and once again gloated at his classy high-tech watch on his wrist as he positioned Stefan five metres from the front door.

Nervously, Stefan's gaze alternated between the front door and the storage room. Every minute Ryan took brought him closer to being caught. But the excitement only made his member grow harder.

Finally, Ryan appeared in the doorway of the storage room. With one hand he rolled the biggest exercise ball he had found in the storage room next to him, with the other he operated his mobile phone and seemed to be searching hard for something. He was obviously in no hurry to reach Stefan's position at the entrance door of the sports hall. Even though it certainly didn't take a minute in total, the time dragged on endlessly for Stefan in his helpless position.

When Ryan finally reached his destination, he held his mobile phone under Bruce's nose: "Look, I saw him the other day in some school book and thought it was really perverse how he spreads his legs naked. And it would go really well with the ball."

Bruce grinned wickedly: "Wow, Ryan, you have even kinkier ideas than I do."

Ryan then went to Stefan with his mobile phone and exercise ball: "We're going to do a little art and culture. Do you know the Farnese Atlas? Try taking its position."

Stefan looked at the display of the mobile phone and caught sight of a picture of a marble statue depicting the Titan Atlas carrying the globe on his shoulders. Stefan was also sure that he had seen this statue not so long ago in an art or history book in class. Unlike Ryan, however, he had paid less attention to how wide this statue had opened its legs.

"But it has a knee support," Stefan interjected.

"We'll just take the football," Ryan suggested.

With the football under his right knee and the exercise ball on his shoulders, Stefan felt rather silly, but Bruce and Ryan looked quite pleased as they looked over the display of Ryan's mobile phone at Stefan.

"Open the crotch even more," Bruce directed, "yes, that's perfect."

As the first photo flash twitched, Bruce imitated the perspective shown in the photo of the statue. He then experimented with other angles of Stefan.

"Perfect, like the original, only young and with a hard pipe," Ryan commented mockingly.

"Quite a wonderful idea, Ryan, with these photos I could easily apply to an art academy," Bruce praised.

"What are we going to do to him now?" asked Ryan.

"After this art indulgence, I suggest a little simple, dirty pornography," Bruce chuckled.

"That shouldn't go amiss," laughed Ryan.

"Good, Stefan, then put the football away and sit on the exercise ball, put your legs nicely to the side, yes, good, and pull your scrotum long and put it forward on the ball so that the testicles are presented, just like that, yes, and bounce a little, feel how the ball pushes your legs further apart, just let it happen, that's how it should be, yes, a little more, very good, hands behind your head and, of course, smile, here's the camera," Bruce directed again eagerly.

Stefan followed the instructions and patiently had himself photographed in this position too.

"And now try to let your upper body sink backwards, you may keep your balance with your hands and feet on the floor, and your buttocks must be supported by the ball as the highest point," Bruce demanded.

Stefan managed the position quite quickly and he also became embarrassingly aware of how much his pelvis was being pushed up by the exercise ball, because in the supine position the ball was pressing against his bottom from below in such a way that his genitals were sticking up in the air as the highest point of Stefan's body.

"Wow, that's so cool how his stiff cock sticks out," Ryan exclaimed enthusiastically.

"That was the aim of the exercise," Bruce confirmed and pressed the trigger.

Stefan found this position very humiliating, his private parts completely exposed to the camera and the gazes of his classmates. Pre-juice oozed from his glans and his member trembled with excitement, while Bruce signalled with every flash of light that another picture of Stefan's naked, aroused body was making its way into the cloud.

"Take one hand off the floor, you should still be able to keep your balance, and play with yourself. Anywhere but your cock and balls. And remember the camera!" demanded Bruce.

How could Stefan forget the camera. But by now horniness had completely overcome Stefan's logical thinking. Stefan wanted to present himself in front of Bruce, he wanted to present his private parts for Bruce and his camera.

"Make your nipples hard," Ryan called out.

Stefan played with his right hand on his nipples, which quickly showed the desired reaction, and the whole process was of course documented photographically.

"Moan like a real porn star," Bruce demanded.

"But you're just taking pictures," Stefan noted irritably.

"Some mobile phone videos are being shot here too and it increases your horniness, which will be seen in the photos," Bruce chuckled.

"Oooooohhh, aaaahhhh," Stefan tried, as the information about the mobile phone videos created additional tingles in his body.

"The moaning has to sound much naughtier," nagged Ryan.

"Mmmmmhhhh, yeahaaaaaaahhhh, I'm so geeeeeiiiiil," Stefan moaned.

"That's better, try harder," Bruce urged him on.

"Mmmmoooooooooaaaaaahhhh," Stefan moaned.

"Now play with your balls like the other day when we watched you at the window," Bruce demanded, taking numerous photos of them again.

"And now stroke your average dick and especially your bare glans very gently with your fingertips, but don't cum until I say so, and smile, for the camera, and moan," Bruce continued.

"Oh, yes, yesaaaaaaahhhhhh," moaned Stefan, by now barely in control of his senses from sheer horniness.

"I think it's great how well-behaved you are here pleasuring your favourite friend Bruce and being such a good and obedient boy, for my entertainment," Bruce taunted cynically and, vain as he was, simply talked about himself. Needless to say, he took picture after picture as he did so.

"Aaaaahhhhh," was all Stefan could moan in response.

"Very gently massage the exposed glans with your fingertips. It's all thick and shiny, these will be very nice pictures. Just the fingertips, but nice and intense, keep making yourself horny," Bruce ordered.

"It's coming," Stefan shouted loudly.

"You're supposed to wait for my command," Bruce snarled.

"I can't hold it!" whimpered Stefan.

"Hand off your cock, hand on the floor, mouth wide open and scream really loud," Bruce shouted and started the continuous shooting function of his camera.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh," Stefan screamed as the first thick jet of cum squirted out of his thickly swollen glans. Through the extremely raised pelvis, a good portion splashed up to Stefan's face and into his open mouth.

"Yeah, nice, thick spunk," cheered Ryan, while Stefan's cock squirted out the next thrust, which completed a similar trajectory.

Stefan would have liked to jerk himself off with his hand, but Bruce's direction was clear and so he had to allow the further, completely uncontrolled squirting of his sperm without contact.

Six thick spurts of cum flew over Stefan's head, partly into his face and open mouth, all over his upper body. Four more spurts did not reach his face, but once again thoroughly sucked his naked upper body.

Stefan lay helplessly on the exercise ball, which pushed his genitals up for presentation, his member wouldn't stop twitching and dripping and demanded to be touched, which he wasn't allowed to give him.

Bruce took pictures of Stefans cum-splattered face and the cum in his open mouth after he had cum. Then he took some more pictures of Stefan's fully sprayed body and the still twitching and dripping member.

"I guess we'll have to practise with you on the command to cum, but I think we'll have some nice and usable photos of you anyway," Bruce stated mockingly.

"What a poor sucker," Oliver said, shaking his head as he walked towards the changing room. Marcel, who had remained rather impassive and without any clear reaction all day, also went back into the changing room.

"It was great fun with you," Ryan laughed and left as well.

"With a little practice you'll be a real porn star one day," Bruce mocked and left Stefan like everyone else in the direction of the changing room.