They test you out.

The redhead moves her hands over your body, examining your muscles, stroking your dick. "Mmmm... nice biceps. But I don't really like your pecs, you gotta work on those." She cups your balls in her hand. "Are these sensitive?" she asks, as you tense, preparing yourself for pain. She squeezes on, making you clench your teeth.

"Yeah, I guess they are," she continues with a laugh. "But you seem to like being touched like this..."

You are at full erection, your cock sticking straight out in front of you, as she moves behind you, caressing your butt cheeks. She reaches her hands around and starts sliding them over your dick. "You like this, don't you John?" she murmurs, increasing the pace. You try to not react, but soon you are breathing heavily. Then she stops.

"Thanks Samantha!" she calls out, heading back to her seat. She leaves you standing there, ready to explode, but needing Samantha's permission to start jacking off. You bear through as many more examine you, pinching your nipples, giving you swift kisses and many giving you a hickie, others torturing you like the redhead.

Finally it is over, and the students all clap. Samantha forces you to your knees and pats your head.

"Good boy," she says into the microphone. "Now you may release."

Humiliated, but really needing to cum, you stand up and start stroking furiously. The girls in the audience break out into peals of laughter, as finally you cum, shooting your jizz onto the floor. Your dick goes limp again, and the girls give some more applause.

"Great job Samantha!" "Good ****!" "He's a nice little boy!", accompanied by catcalls and hoots.

Then Samantha leads you off the stage, out the back entrance, along with the posse.