Abigail's nerd friends.

Right outside the music room, two other girls' faces glow with sick pleasure at the sight of your toned, blushing body. It's the infamously uncool quartet of Yolanda, Angelica, Tammy, and Abigail… minus Tammy, (the gangly blonde with the not-so-secret crush on you) whose absence you were beyond grateful for.

These geeky ladies—seeing the throb of your painfully-average penis— get straight to the point, catcalling you without quarter as Charlotte keeps you helpless.

"Whoa! You weren't kidding Abby— He's so hot!"

"Check out those pecs…"

"Hahaha! Nice penis, Sam!"

"Wait till you see his cute little ass!"

Angelica stops drooling over you long enough to ask, "Can he be my boyfriend? Or does Tammy have dibs?"

"Nah, He's always making goo-goo eyes at that stupid giraffe on the basketball team, but I think he's way too 'small' for her!"

"Wait, he likes Denise?!? Hahaha! That whore would eat this guy's little weenie in one bite!"

"He wants the tallest girl in school with that in his pants? Hehehee~" looking straight at your crotch, Yolanda says, "why don't you go after girls your own size?"

"Now that you mention it, even though it's throbbing, his dick doesn't look all that big— it's practically tiny!"

Your already crimson face deepens in hue, turning you burgundy down to the neck as your deepest, most embarrassing insecurity is exploited by these cruel harpies.

"She's probably sucking some other, bigger guy's dick right now— probably **** herself on him too."

"I'd bet that gangly idiot's sleeping with the teachers just to get passing grades."

"Ha! Knowing that moron, she's probably screwing Mr.Fukahara after every math class!"

In spite of your twitching cock, bound arms, and overwhelming mortification, you find yourself on the offensive, "Shut up, you assholes! Don't talk about Denise like that! She's a wonderful person— much better than any of you perverts could hope to be!"

Your insults don't take. You swallow your lungs when you see the looks on these evil nerds' faces; there's a mischievous gleam to their smiles that frightens you to the bone as they consider your insult. "Now that's not a very nice thing to say, is it Sam?"

"Hot, naughty boys like you need to be punished~" All together, they move in on you, groping your muscles from head to toe; Angelica plants a kiss on your lips as Yolanda and Abigail explore your exposed abs, pecs and arms.

You feel feckless and violated, incapable of defending yourself with handcuffs on. Their creeping hands inch closer to your dick, making your breath hitch, but before they can grope the treasure between your legs, an unlikely ally pulls you from their rapacious mitts.

"Hey!" Charlotte warns, "Be mindful; if you touch this Babes's dick, he might blow his load!"

"I want to see that!"

"Seconded!"

The short, skinny redhead's delicate hands trace and caress around the base of your twitching shaft, and Charlotte teases—or promises—your other assailants, "Well, if you want to watch Sam here erupt, just follow us!"

"Yeah, and trust me when I say it'll be worth it!" Janine adds, ogling you shamelessly.

Your perverted tormentors drag you—literally drag you—across the school, displaying your nubile, sexy body to everyone in the rapidly filling hall. Your heartbeat pounds like thunder in your ears as girl after girl after girl gets an eyeful.

The unsolicited wolf-whistles of young women who suddenly knew they had more important things to do than study are bad enough, but…