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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

razzafrazzin' - not the screw i was expecting, ya got me (and i really laughed out loud)

(was thinking screw as in screwed over, as you possibly intended)

imanewb wrote: ↑Tue Nov 14, 2023 8:04 pm (was thinking screw as in screwed over, as you possibly intended)

No reason it can't mean that I think many would argue that Seth is definitely screwed.

Could've been worse for him

Interesting to see that he's realizing that everything seems orchestrated.

Another great chapter

Seth was turned around at the window long enough for most of the class to recognize him. The word is going to get around real fast, faster
than a streaker can get off campus. Sara is going to hear about it and think her boyfriend is some kind of pervert. I wonder how long it takes
for the two blue pills to wear off?

lugro wrote: ↑Tue Nov 14, 2023 9:08 pm Could've been worse for him

True. Seth would also say it could have gone better

TeenFan wrote: ↑Tue Nov 14, 2023 9:36 pm The word is going to get around real fast

Definitely a possibility

TeenFan wrote: ↑Tue Nov 14, 2023 9:36 pm I wonder how long it takes for the two blue pills to wear off?

That is a great question!

Lovely stuff to see a new chapter, felt like ages since the last one even though it clearly hasn't been long. I just enjoy the story so much!

I think Seth made the right choice to choose Rowan to help him rather than Sara, better to keep her in the dark about the whole thing for as long as he can. He had to tell her from the start for it to be ok and I think he's now missed his window to tell her. Maybe she could have helped him if he had done, but it's too late now

I was absolutely shocked he made a run for it and was spotted by the classroom. Are we saying he was too fast for them to notice who he was and did they all see it was Seth? If they all saw it was Seth surely it's game over for him? The way he reacted and saying he "too fast" for them makes me think maybe he got away before they could register what was happening? Mrs Masters still has plans for him so i'm sure she doesn't want hime exposed to so many people this early. She still has sinister intentions I presume.

Another great installment, like I said i thought he'd be trapped in the room and survive a few narrow scrapes but remain undetected for now. I actually thought maybe the teacher in the class would be the mysterious Mrs Bradbury that we heard about a few days ago and she'd know he was in there and torment him by teasing exposing him to the class.

Either way, fantastic stuff and intrigued by the Advocate. i'm guessing its Rowan?

dsweenz71 wrote: ↑Tue Nov 14, 2023 11:00 pm

TeenFan wrote: ↑Tue Nov 14, 2023 9:36 pm I wonder how long it takes for the two blue pills to wear off?

That is a great question!

About 4 hours, although wouldn't be in 'full effect' for that long. Maybe a little longer/shorter.... dependent on metabolism, provided they were standard tablets, no other related issues, etc, etc... Of course, an emergency room visit to treat priapism could be on the cards (or an anonymous sexual health clinic, lest the 'rents find out)

Nurse's Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration

Part 18: The Advocate

Frieda: Jsyk, Seth Zinck streaked a science class
Sara: Shut up, no he didn’t
Frieda: He did! Danielle just told me.
Sara: I don’t believe it.
Dani was added to chat.
Dani: ???
Frieda: Tell Sara you saw her boyfriend
Dani: Oh ya I did, he wasn’t wearing clothes. He ran thru our lab then jumped out the window!
Sara: You’re sure it was him?
Dani: Like 90% sure and others think it was too.

“Phones away!” the teacher reminded as Sara set it on her lap. She couldn’t see any way that Seth would streak. Sure, he was a jock, but it just wasn’t like him. He was a bit more body-conscious than his peers and had even been reluctant to reveal himself when him and Sara had been intimate in the past. Sara stealthily opened a new conversation with Seth while keeping her eye on the teacher and began to type.




Seth looked out from behind the dumpster and was pleased to see that no one had come outside. Surely the teacher from room 202 had arrived at Mrs. Masters office by now, and perhaps the two had returned to the classroom. Seth looked at his friend Rowan who was still grinning widely. This had obviously been the highlight of his day, and despite his anger, Seth couldn’t stifle a grin as well. If his friend was in this situation, he’d be having a field day himself.

“Stop laughing!” Seth scolded, “We need to come up with a plan!”

“The only plan I can see is if we can get you to the gym,” Rowan said, gasping for air between two fits of laughter. “The gym has an outdoor entrance, so we’ll go in through there and get you into the locker room. Then I can go to one of our school lockers and get a uniform.”

“Alright,” Seth said, realizing there wasn’t a better alternative. Unfortunately, the outside gym doors were back around the corner he’d come, and then all the way down the wall to the other side. “Do you think they’ve stopped looking out the window yet?”

“Probably not,” Rowan posed. “But you could sneak along the wall, like, mission-impossible style.”

“Okay,” Seth said, and took a step out from behind the dumpster.

“Um, not so fast, buddy,” Rowan stopped him. “You’re not going to take care of that first?”

Rowan was looking obviously at Seth’s dick for the first time. He’d snuck glances ever since the boy escaped the classroom, but this was the first time he was openly ogling it. Seth’s dick was hard, twitching occasionally, and leaking from the tip.

“There’s no point,” Seth responded dejectedly. “I was given Viagra or some shit. He’s not going down for a while.”

This, of course, made Rowan begin laughing all over again. “You’re really fucked, you know that?”

The two set off. Rowan confirmed that no one was looking out the window anymore, but Seth thought it safer to still press himself against the wall as he crept along. He decided to face the wall, which was better should anyone come around a corner and just see his backside. At the same time, it was reinforcing his hardness as his dick occasionally brushed against the hard red brick of the wall.

“Bro, you're leaving a stream,” Rowan laughed, pointing at a wet spot that Seth had left on the last set of bricks as he edged his way across. He had, in fact, left several wet spots, but this one was still connected to his dick with a long, drooping thread of sticky pre-cum.

Seth also had to dodge a few windows on the lower level, which he did almost completely without issue. In one classroom though, a teacher on a prep period recognized Rowan outside her open window. She had been Rowan's teacher in a previous year, and excitedly began conversing with the boy, asking how things were going. She did not realize a naked teenager was directly below the window, silently begging that she not look down. Rowan cut the conversation short, saying he was looking for the basketball coach, and the two finally finished their adventure to the gym.

No one was in the gym during this period, except for the coach who looked up from his desk in the office at the far side. He did a double take as he saw one of his star basketball players entering the room without clothes. He allowed the two to enter the locker room before following them in.

“Zinck” he stated. "Explain." He appeared unperturbed by the boy’s nudity.

“I… decided to go streaking,” Seth hesitated. He internally kicked himself. Why was he still protecting the girls that had left him like this?

It was obvious the coach didn’t buy it. He stared at the boy’s face, unblinking, for an extended period of time. Then his eyes flicked down to the boy’s twitching dick, before finally coming back up to his face, “I’m finishing an email. It will take me a few minutes. I am then going to come back and ask you to explain again.” With that, Mr. White excited the room.

“You didn’t go streaking,” Rowan said, “Although you haven’t told me what exactly is going on yet either. If you want me to go get you clothes, spill the tea.”

Seth knew he had to tell someone, so he opened up to Rowan about the club. It was incredibly hard to tell his friend everything, especially the specific actions the girls did to him. What made it worse was that Rowan would often ask questions like "Did you like when they did that?" Of course, Seth always said no, but his dick would twitch each time, communicating a different answer. Seth initially left Mrs. Masters out of the story completely, embarrassed to admit that the principal had seen him in such a state. However, towards the end, Rowan insisted that there was no way the girls could run such a club, and demanded that Seth tell Mrs. Masters about their antics. Seth was forced to confess that she already knew.

Seth’s phone sounded, and he opened it to see a message.

Sara: Ok wtf, people are telling me you’re streaking the school. Is this some prank

“Shit!” Seth exclaimed, “Sara heard about it!”

Rowan looked over his shoulder at the message. “Deny,” he advised, “Look right there, it says ‘people are telling her’. She doesn’t have proof.”

Seth’s stomach was churning. He didn’t want to lie to his girlfriend, but he definitely didn’t want to tell her the truth. A part of him felt like he had been cheating on her, even though he knew most of his situation had been coerced.

Rowan saw his friend struggling and reached out for his phone. Seth, still deep in thought, hardly registered his friend snatch his phone and begin typing. “Hey!” he said too late, swiping for his property and missing as Rowan hit send.

Seth: Not sure what that’s about but it wasn’t me

“Rowan, you don’t understand Sara. When I lie to her, she doesn’t let it go. She snoops around and tries to figure out the truth!”

Sara: So you’re in your class right now then?

“We need to cover all our bases,” Rowan snapped back, and opened their group chat with the rest of the basketball team.

Seth: Yo if Sara asks, I spent this period with coach in extra ball practice for the semifinals. You guys got me?
Preston: Got it. Did u rly streak?? I just heard
Vance: Got ur back.
Collin: Wats in it for me? Jk

A few more guys responded with similar responses. Rowan then opened the locker room door a crack and took a photo of the empty gym, sending it to Sara.

Seth: Had some practice with coach instead of tech but yeah I’m in class, see?
Sara: Hmm… ok.

“She’s not buying it,” Seth shook his head, but then a new message from Collin appeared.

Collin: Sara’s in my health class and just asked. I backed up ur story!

Seth felt a wave of relief. This is why he trusted Rowan. He could be stupid at times, but he knew how to spin a lie, and protect his best friends. Maybe he’d know what to do with the coach. “What should I tell Mr. White when he comes back?”

“I think…” Rowan considered. “…You should tell the truth.”

“The truth!?” Seth gasped. “You just wanted me to lie to my girlfriend.”

“Well yeah, but that’s different. Her knowing would just make things worse for you. I think that if you tell the coach, he could be an advocate for you. Hell, maybe he’ll talk to Mrs. Masters and the girls and have them stop. He could make a new club for you or something. You could clean the gym for your club hours… something like that.”

“I don’t know if I can tell him…” Seth complained, a bit of a whine in his voice. He wanted to tell on them all so bad. But could he actually go through with it? Then he remembered his personal vow when the girls left him naked. As hard as it was, he had to get help.

As if on cue, the door opened and the coach returned. He looked from Seth to Rowan and then back at Seth. “I’ll give you another chance to explain, boy. Out with it.”

With a deep breath and great courage, Seth once again relayed everything that had happened to him over the last week. His dick again involuntarily reacted to the story as he told it, lurching at the part about the exercises and massages, and then again when he described the suction chamber Emmett had used on him. Finally, he spoke about today, hesitantly including the anal play, the blue pills he was forced to take, and being left stranded naked in a closet.

The coach was silent, a look of shock on his face. He opened his mouth a few times, but no words came out. When he eventually spoke, his words were slow and steady, and seemed to take great concentration to keep them this way. “I am going to talk to Mrs. Masters right now. I don’t understand how you got yourself in this mess, but we are going to get you out.”

He turned to Rowan. “I think you should get your friend some clothes.”

With that, both Rowan and Mr. White left the boy alone. Seth was lost in his own thoughts. Coach was going to advocate for him and he was finally going to be out of this mess. Maybe he’d lose his chance to graduate. So what if he did? He could always graduate next year, right? Seth shook his head. It wasn’t an option to not graduate this year. His parents expected him to, and he wanted to walk across the stage with his friends. Redwood College would never accept him next year if he failed his courses this year. He’d been so humiliated during the past week, but if he failed it was all for nothing. And just like that, Seth was having second thoughts.

Rowan returned with two basketball outfits (his own and Seth’s) as the bell rang. The two had practice after school anyway, so it made perfect sense for them to change early. His hard dick was obvious without boxers, but he tucked it into the waistband and pulled the shirt down over top. Then, there was a knock on the locker room door.

Seth went to answer it and was surprised to see Sara. She seemed out of breath. “Why do I keep hearing you streaked?” she asked, staring at the boy’s eyes, looking for deception.

“I don’t know. I’ve been here the whole period.”

Sara looked around. “Where’s the coach then?”

“We just finished up. He stepped out for a minute, I guess. I was about to shower. Can we talk later?”

“Fine,” Sara relented, and the door was closed.

Mr. White opened the door a few minutes later. He looked at Seth. “Your girlfriend just asked me if you’d been with me this period, practicing for the semifinals.”

Seth looked pleadingly at the coach. “What did you say?”

“I told her yes, you’ve been here with me,” he sighed. “I do not like lying for my boys. You’re the one in a relationship. Figure it out.”

“Yes sir,” Seth said, and then remembered why the coach had stepped out. “Mrs. Masters, sir… what did she say?”

Coach’s expression suddenly changed. He looked absolutely dismal.

“You will have to continue with the club with the little nurse girls until the end of the year. She also warned against telling anyone else. She would like to decide who finds out and when," His voice changed, getting quieter. "There’s something bigger going on here, Zinck. I’m not allowed to talk about it, but you had best just do what you’re told. I don’t want this effecting our chances at the cup this year.”

Seth and Rowan looked at each other, aghast. “Coach, you have to tell me what bigger thing is going on? I have a right to know, especially since it involves me.”

The coach looked as if he’d just lost the basketball finals, his eyes wet and his face red. “I’m not allowed to tell you, Zinck, and because you told me, I am going to have to participate, to a degree. I would strongly warn that you not tell anyone else.”

A stinging silence hung in the air as no one else knew what to say. Finally, the coach straightened his posture and looked at the two boys as if his conversation never happened. “You’d better get to your last class, and I’ll see you at basketball practice after school.”

Part 19 - The Practice
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Author note: I am considering changing the title of the story to something simple, like "Seth's High School Humiliation" or "Seth's Senior Year Exposure". The reason is that I think some users on the site hesitate to even click on the story when it seems it is about nurses if that is not their thing. And while there are some medical themes, they are not very prominent in the grand scheme. What do you think? Thanks!