he thought back...

It was about a year and half ago. High school, senior year. 18 year old Michael Lake was staying after school and had just finished up some extra credit in the AP lab. He gathered his things and headed for the gym locker room. He took showers at school because the lock on his bathroom door was broken and his doting family would always bust in on him at the worst times. Ironically, he had more privacy in the gym showers after school than in his own home.

He got undressed, got his shower sandals on, and waltzed into the open room with spickets all along the walls and a big drain in the middle of the tiled floor.

He turned on the water and let it get hot, then he stepped in and began washing himself. He stepped out of the flowing water and poured some shampoo from a small travel bottle into his hand, depositing the bottle on the ground and he rubbed the shampoo into his wet, blonde hair.

When he was satisfied with the lather, he stepped forward and began rinsing the shampoo out.

Then something odd happened, the hot water suddenly went ice cold. He let out a small "yipe!" at the sudden change in temperature, but was surprised when he couldn't step out from the cold water. Someone was holding him there!!!

He struggled and flailed to get loose from this mystery assailant's grip. Finally he decided to charge forward instead of trying to go back. He stopped himself against the freezing tile wall and whirled around.

There stood Hannah Khan, dressed in a baggy hoodie and loose sweat pants.

"Hey Little Perv." she said, smiling an evil smile.

"H-Hannah!" Michael stammered.

"Today's the day I teach you a lesson for running into my chest all the time." She said, scowling now.

"You do that shit on purpose!" Michael fired back.

"Oh yeah right. You might have everyone fooled with your good-little-study-boy routine, but you not me. Its time to teach you to stay the hell away from me, for good." then she lunged forward.

Michael let out a distressed shout as Hannah grabbed him. She was bigger than him, and because of the sheer difference in their size, stronger too.

"LET ME GO!" Michael yelled as the tall girl lifted him off the ground from behind by his armpits and carried the flailing, naked Michael through the locker room. She kicked open the door and threw him out into the hallway. His feet were still slick with water and shampoo and he slipped backwards, landing on his back, legs splayed wide.

In a daze, he sat up, and to his horror, all around him were students, about 8 in all. Friends of Hannah's, no doubt.

"Holy shit, she actually did it!" one of them said.

"Ewwwww, look how small it is!" a girl said.

"Tiny man, tiny dick." a guy laughed.

Poor Naked Michael scrambled to get up and cover himself at the same time, but he was too slippery and fell, his head slamming against the floor with moderate force. He was now face down, ass up, his spread cheeks and cold-shriveled balls pointed right at the group of laughing seniors.

"Nice asshole, asshole!" a guy laughed.

"He's got a nice little butt though~" a girl said before slapping it hard.

Michael let out a tortured, "GGH!" and and fell over on his side, curling up in a fetal position. Everyone laughed harder.

"Awww little boy doesn't like his spankings!" another girl teased.

"Get a picture!"

"haha, yeah!"

He heard the demoralizing sound of a dozen camera-phone clicks.

"Hey move his legs, I want a pic of his weiner!" yet another female voice demanded.

Michael curled up even more and squeezed his eyes shut and breathed heavily.

"HEY what the HELL do you all think yer doing?!" A gruff female voice yelled from the end of the long hallway.

"Shit! Coach McGuire!! Scatter!!!" a voice called out, and Michael, his eyes still closed, heard their footsteps fade as they all ran away.

"Jesus christ..." the gruff woman said as she rushed to Michael's side. She knelt down and helped him up into a sitting position. Michael was basically catatonic, he sat there with his arms at his sides, not even bothering to cover his shame.

The burly, short haired woman put her hand on one of his shoulders and said, "You alright, son?"

Michael shook his head weakly.

"Ah, of course. No shit Helen," she cursed her stupid question. "It's clear they stripped ya, and you don't gotta go into any details if you don't want to, but did they... do anything to ya?" the coach asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

Michael shook his head again.

Coach McGuire sighed with relief, "Thank god. Just a fuckin' childish prank. Well, c'mon, son. Let's get you up and into some clothes."

The gruff gym coach lifted the naked senior to his feet and walked him back into the locker room. His clothes were, thankfully, still sitting on the changing room bench. Michael shamefully put on his clothes while the coach gave him some privacy.

In the weeks that followed, Coach McGuire, to her credit, did all she could too round up the group that did that to Michael, but in the end, no one could be identified, not even Hannah, as Michael "didn't get a good look at their faces."

In reality, he just wanted it to all go away. But it didn't. Rumors swept through the senior class. It wasn't everyone, and it wasn't every day, but every so often he'd be walking down the halls and one of the girls he recognized from that night would wave and say, "Hi, Needle-Dick!" as she strutted by.

As if his dating life couldn't have gotten any worse...