Nurse's Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration
Part 17: The Screw
Seth felt his heart pounding in his chest as he heard the voices of his classmates grow louder. He was naked and erect, trapped in the storage closet of a small classroom. He hadn’t even had the chance to ejaculate, although despite his outward appearance of sexual excitement, the relief of his balls was the last thing on his mind right now. The emotion dominating his thoughts right now was anger. How had he ever allowed this to happen? Five minutes ago, he was doing what he was told, trusting that the girls in the nurse club would make sure his secret wasn’t found out, and look where that had gotten him. And why did Mrs. Masters seem to have it out for him? This had gone too far. If Seth got out of this mess, he vowed to never strip naked for them again.
Of course, anger was not going to help him out of his mess right at this moment, so it relented to a secondary feeling of uneasiness. His stomach grumbled as his body wrestled with a fight, flight or freeze response. His body wanted to run, but logically he knew that even if he could dart by the students entering the classroom right now with as little impact as possible, he’d be naked in a school hallway while a class change was in process. That would just not work.
Seth took inventory of the room he was in, with the help of the backlight from his phone (though he dared not turn on the flashlight in case someone saw it through the crack in the door). There was the patient bed, lined with crinkly white paper. On one wall was a shelf, a little high, with different sized boxes, though Seth couldn’t tell what was in most of them. Only one box was marked with a messy scrawl that said ‘flasks’. There was also a broom and dustpan in the corner, right next to… his sneakers?
Seth put his footwear on as he heard the class got settled. If he had to make a run for it, he’d better be ready. Seth heard the teacher begin to speak and wondered if he could possibly just hide out until the girls returned with his clothes. That question was quickly answered as the teacher explained the lesson for the day. “For the first half of class, you’ll work with a partner to identify the different symptoms of a disease or ailment from chapter thirteen of the textbook. Then we’ll mix up the partners and get out the patient bed so you can do some role-playing and quiz each other on symptoms.”
Seth swallowed hard. If the teacher was going to pull the patient bed out halfway through the class, he was absolutely doomed. It was at this moment that Seth realized he would need external help.
For some reason, his first thought was to call the school from his cell phone and ask for Mrs. Masters. She had already seen him in embarrassing situations, but she surely couldn’t want him flaunting his nudity at other students. She'd have to help! But then again, he remembered her involving Emmett in witnessing his nudity and forcing him to use that sex toy. Seth also recalled the time she didn’t care if he was seen by other students in the hallway measuring his penis. Had that only been a week ago? Wow. His face burned as another surge of anger pumped through him, triggered by the thought of what his life had become in just a week. He dismissed Mrs. Masters as an option.
Then there was Emmett of course, a boy who knew of his situation. Seth didn’t know him extremely well, but he might show him some compassion. Seth scrolled through his Snapchat realizing he didn’t have the boy’s contact information.
Seth opened a new chat with Joseph, his brother, and began typing. He didn’t even know what to say. He finally explained his situation, as vaguely as he could while still communicating urgency.
Seth: I need help, can you bring extra clothes to room 202? The club ran late and I am in the closet.
A moment later, he got a response.
Joseph:
LOL ‘in the closet’.Joseph: Can’t tho. At the dentist with dad. Going in now. Good luck.
'Shit', thought Seth. He’d forgotten his brother’s appointment. Seth wrote back:
Seth: Fuck. Can u please give me Emmett’s info so he can help me?
The message remained on delivered as Seth silently cursed his luck. He wondered how long his brother’s appointment would be and couldn’t remember if he was getting a cleaning or a cavity filling.
Seth’s hard dick gave a giant twitch and he realized that the pills he took were not going to let him settle down any time soon. This should be the scariest event of his life, and in some ways, it was. But it was also like his dick hadn’t gotten the memo. He found himself gently stroking his dick as he thought about what to do next, but then shook his head and stopped. He did not have the time to waste jerking off right now. He had an undetermined amount of minutes remaining until the teacher would open the door, and he needed a plan.
Seth had considered everyone who already knew about the club, other than the girls who had left him this way in the first place. 'Fat chance they'll help', thought Seth bitterly. He felt a knawing sensation in his stomach as he realized there was really only one other option. He had to let a new person know about his situation.
The decision was between Sara and Rowan. He knew both would help him, but figured Sara would be more mature about the situation. She might tease him later, whereas Rowan would definitely do so. He opened a chat with Sara, and began to type.
Then the boy hesitated. What if she was embarrassed by him, especially after the other students realized he’d been naked in school? What if she didn’t understand why he had joined the nurse’s club, and thought he was doing it because she wasn’t satisfying him or something. He deleted what he'd written and closed her chat, instead opening one with Rowan.
He knew he had to explain more to Rowan than he did to Joseph. Rowan wouldn’t understand the immediacy of the situation if he didn’t. It was still incredibly hard to bring himself to type out the words though. He tried several variations before he finally closed his eyes tight and hit send.
Seth: Rowan, I need u bro. Please don’t ask why or anything just help me. I am in room 202 in the closet and there is a class here. And I don’t have clothes. U gotta help me! Bring me something to wear.
Seth watched in a mixture of both horror and hope as the message was opened. For what felt like an eternity, but was only about two minutes, there was nothing at all. Then, typing.
Rowan: I want to ask so much. But ur right. Help is the priority right now. I’ll go get my basketball stuff from my locker.
Seth heard the teacher clear his throat and get the attention of the class. “So, lots of good ideas with your partners?” He asked. “Let’s go over one or two examples and we’ll do the role-play early. I want to make sure you all have enough time.”
Seth grinded his teeth in renewed frustration as he wrote back again to Rowan. Just when he thought he'd caught a break, it all came crashing down.
Seth: Forget clothes. Don’t have time. Go outside now and help me. I’m going out the window.
Rowan: From the 2nd floor?
Seth: I can’t streak the school and I climbed down from higher before.
That was true, and the two boys knew it. Seth and Rowan had both climbed up and down buildings before, usually after having a few drinks and as dares. Seth had never done it naked though.
Seth figured if he was about to streak the class anyway, he might as well see what if there was anything to cover up with. As quietly as possible, Seth stood on the patient bed. It was on wheels, but they seemed locked, though Seth didn’t know much about how it worked. He would just have to try his best to be careful and quiet. The paper crinkled slightly, but there was no way the class could hear it over the pair that were now speaking about the recognizable symptoms of COVID-19.
Seth realized that all the boxes except for the vials were still sealed. Were the other boxes vials too? The only way to find out was to open them. He tried to rip the tape off one, but unfortunately just a small strip came off. He tried again, this time successfully, and it made a louder tearing sound. He froze. The classroom had gone quiet. He was scared someone might have heard him. But then, applause.
“One more example then. Any volunteers?” asked the teacher. Seth’s time was running out.
He opened the now untapped box and saw six giant rolls of brown paper towel. Mummifying himself was not going to work. He couldn’t get out of a window with a bunch of paper wrapped around him. He moved onto the second box, which, after a moment of untaping, proved to be filled with bottles of hand sanitizer.
The third box was when Seth’s luck finally seemed to turn around. Garbage bags! Well, technically recycling bags. They were clear blue, but they were something. Seth grabbed one, wrapped it around his waist and tied it tight, his erection snaking up and to the left. His dick and pubes were just visible, but only if you looked closely.
Seth put a hand on the shelf, using it as an aid as he was about to step down, but as his weight shifted, so did the wheels underneath the bed. As the bed moved slightly away from the shelf the boy panicked, putting more pressure on the wood, and it creaked. Thinking it was about to collapse, Seth pulled his hand back, but this shifted the bed more. As Seth began to fall he tried to grab the shelf again, but accidentally knocked the entire box of vials off, which fell to the floor with a crash and the sound of breaking glass. Seth found himself, thankfully uninjured, on the floor next to them.
The classroom definitely heard that one, and Seth wasted no time waiting for someone to investigate. He swung open the door and darted for a window that was already open, by the teacher’s desk. He pushed it up further as the class erupted in sounds of shock and surprise, with a couple excited laughs. The teacher made a demand that Seth didn’t hear and then turned to his class, ordered them to stay in their seats. He stormed out saying he would be getting the principal. Seth didn’t care, he was almost out of the traumatizing situation as he turned, for the first time to face the class, and extend his lower body out the window.
He saw at least fourteen faces of people his own age all looking in his direction. Their expressions were varied, with some looking shocked, while others smirked or openly laughed. A few had already grabbed their smartphones, struggling to open the camera app before the boy was gone. ‘Too bad,’ thought Seth, ‘I’m faster than you.’
Right on cue, Seth saw Rowan run around the corner to the school. He broke into laughter as he saw Seth’s legs emerge from the second-storey window, hardly covered at the top by a blue make-shift skirt. As Seth's legs kicked around, looking for the lip on the brick, Rowan noticed something was wrong. Why was the front of the bag hooked on the window sill? Seth was still about a foot away from the lip, and the bag didn't seem to be coming with him.
That's when Seth noticed the screw. As if somehow the world was conspiring against him, he had missed noticing a single screw with no apparent purpose that was attached to the bottom of the window frame. Murphy’s law in action guaranteed the worst-case scenario for Seth, of course. His plastic bag skirt was caught on it, and the screw wasn't simply puncturing a layer of the bag. Somehow Seth had gotten the entire bag caught through multiple layers as he’d started putting his legs out.
This meant Seth had a decision to make. He could climb back into the classroom, which would take a great deal of effort at this point and would extend the duration of his humiliation to his fellow classmates. Or he could drop to the ledge below, tearing the bag in the process, and desert it in the classroom window.
It was the idea of the students now recording and getting up from their seats that made him pick the second option. He had to escape now. As Seth finally reached the ledge, the plastic bag remained completely above him, hooked onto the screw. Seth squatted on the new ledge, then threw his legs down, commanding his friend urgently to spot him. Rowan was laughing hysterically at this point but got into position for his best friend. Seth dropped without incident, put both hands in front of his erect dick, and and ran around the corner as fast as he could, hiding temporarily behind a garbage dumpster.
“Good thing you had your shoes,” Rowan finally said when his laughing had subsided. I think only six people made it to the window by the time we hid.”
"Good... thing..." Seth said out of breath. And that was when Seth put it together. The girls had taken everything, but had left his sneakers in the closet. It was like they knew he would need them.
It was like it was all planned.
Part 18 - The Advocate
(and i really laughed out loud)
I think many would argue that Seth is definitely screwed.
was added to chat.
Jk