Even more than that

"Oh my god. Is John naked?"

There's nowhere to hide. Classrooms are emptying out, and the school halls are rapidly filling up with girls. Smart girls. Beautiful girls. Respectable girls. And, above all, clothed girls.

You spot some familiar faces, mixed up with casual acquaintances and people who you've only met once or twice. There's even some complete strangers in the mix. There's a redhead you know from basketball practice, a brunette you share math class with, a blonde who lives down the street from you. All of them gorgeous, accomplished young women, the kind of girls who any man would want to impress.

But you're not impressing them right now.

"Tara, you have to see this. John is in the hallway naked."

"Wow. What a loser."

"His cock is out! That's so funny!"

"Is that a boner? Wait, is he enjoying this?"

You back up against the wall, feeling overwhelmed by the tide of femininity. Everywhere you look there's curious eyes and devilish grins, girls crowding around you and peering over each other's shoulders to get a better look. They seem to share an instinct, some ancient impulse which tells them that when you get a man in a **** position like this, you don't let him get away until you've well and truly made him suffer. You can tell from the look in their eyes. They're having the time of their lives.

Feebly, you try to cover yourself, but Ashley laughs and swats your hands away. She grabs your cock and gives it a couple of practiced tugs, sending a current of electricity through your body and making you let out a pathetic whimper of desire, before dropping it with a look of contempt as if it were something disgusting.

"Hi, everyone," she says, beaming at the girls, taking an infuriating pleasure in every single second of your defeat. "John's being punished for being a little pervert and getting a boner in class. Isn't that right, John?"

"Uh..."

"Speak up, John! We can't hear you!"