The game continues.

The rest of the game went on just pretty much the same way it started off: me running around in the buff trying to hit the ball while everyone around me just laughed and cheered behind their cameras. I would jump in the air to try and hit the ball but not only would I miss, my dick would wave around in the air and my butt would jiggle whenever I landed. I was accomplishing nothing but there was still so much whistling and catcalling from the crowd. At one point, I actually tried to kick the ball over the net but ended up tripping in the sand and landed on my ass. I got so tired from all the running around I crouched over with my hands on my knees panting heavily as I sweated from head to toe, making my bare body glisten in the light. My biggest mistake at that time was that I had my back to the net so when the opposing team spiked the ball over to our side it nailed me on the butt, pushing me over into the sand and leaving a distinguishable red mark on my right butt-cheek in the pattern of the volleyball.

By the time this hellish nightmare was over my entire body was covered in sweat, dirt, sand, and shame. Not surprisingly my team lost the scrimmage match but the only person who seemed to be upset about that was me. My team had more than enough fun watching me make an imbecile out of myself with my comedic naked slapstick routine. What saddened me the most was I kept thinking about Bridget during the whole match. Don't get me wrong, I am happy that she didn't get to see this drawn out humiliation, that's the one thing that would have made this worse. However, I miss holding her in my arms whenever I was feeling down. What I wouldn't give to make love to her right there and then right on the volleyball court. With the way I was feeling now I didn't care how that sounded or how that looked, I just wanted to be with her now because I knew she would make me feel better no matter how embarrassed I would feel afterward.

"Alright everybody, that was a good game. Let's shake hands." The team captain called out. The teams lined up facing each other though I'm pretty sure everyone was looking at me.

One girl with wavy orange hair and blue eyes took my hand firmly as she spoke to me, "Sorry about that spike. Just goes to show you, never turn your back in the middle of a volleyball game. But hey, at least I left you something there to remember me by." My free hand went directly to my buttocks where I felt the sting of the bright red patterns of the volleyball. As it became clear to me that this was the girl that nailed me on the butt, her eyes drifted downward toward my crotch. Blushing, I shifted my free hand back in front of me as the spike girl winked and released my hand. I proceeded to shake hands with the rest of the opposing team with one hand on my manhood. All of them seemed to have something to say to the naked loser.

"That was the best match I ever had! Hope to see you again in the future."

"Gotta tell you, you can't play worth a shit but we sure as hell enjoyed watching you try."

"I officially love volleyball again. This memory will stay with me forever in my heart."

"Man, you really lay it all out on the court don't ya?"

"You truly exposed all your true talents today, didn't you professor?"

I flushed at every single one of their comments. I just wanted to dig a hole to crawl in right there and disappear. More over, I wanted to see my Bridget. As soon as we were done I turned to leave but not before I heard one last call from Professor Sands, "Hands to your sides!" I automatically moved my hand off my prick as I looked to the enraptured crowd as I remembered that every moment of this humiliation was being caught on tape.