Chapter 10

Ms. Connor had one last thing to take care of before heading to the auditorium. She picked up her phone and dialed Principal Jackson’s number.

“Hi ... Yes ... It’s a surprise, don’t make me ruin it for you ... Don’t worry, everything is taken care of ... No, the school is in no danger ... If anything goes wrong, just blame me ... I’m not worried ... Yes, I have two cheerleaders ready for your weekend ... Yes, they’re cherry! ... I’ll even throw in one of their mothers if it will help relax you ... Yes, she’s hot. She’s a former cheerleader herself! ... Fine, she’ll be there...”

She hung up the desk phone and grabbed her cell phone to send a quick text.

‘Hey Loni. I need you to chaperone the girls at Principal Jackson’s thing this weekend. Prepare the same way as Annie. You might as well be some eye candy while you’re there. Consider this a start to make up for cumming without permission. Don’t fuck this up.’

She dropped the phone in her purse and made her way to the auditorium.

I set everything up the way Ms. Connor instructed. It took me most of the day, and I was annoyed that I only had enough time to jerk off three times before the presentations were ready to start. I didn’t even have time to figure out what happened to my private video stash and live feeds on the network. Everything disappeared somehow. But I knew that I had to keep up appearances that I was doing nothing but helping Ms. Connor and the cheerleaders right now. My plot to put them all under my thumb would have to wait. I was so close I could taste it. My dick twitched in my pants just thinking about it.

I set up the cameras the way she wanted and showed the idiot cheerleaders how to aim them and zoom in and out. I even managed to teach one of them how to change what camera’s shot would display on the big video screens on either side of the stage. It should have taken two minutes, but it took more like thirty. Good thing these cheerleaders are so hot. At least they can marry some rich dude to take care of them. Once I had my way with them, first!

When I was done, I found Ms. Connor in the wings and told her that everything was ready. She stroked my dick like the slut she is and asked me to stay back in the wings with her just in case anything went wrong. The ditz would never be able to fix anything herself. Of course, I bit my tongue and agreed.

“Thank you, Eugene,” Ms. Connor said, “I don’t know how the team will ever repay you for all you’re doing.”

“No problem, Ms. Connor,” Eugene said, “Anything for the team. You know that. Oh, and I set the stage up for sound. You won’t need microphones.”

“Oh! That’s brilliant, Eugene. Why didn’t I think of that?”

‘Because you’re blonde and hot,’ I thought to myself.

I knew Annie was supposed to present her stupid volcano before that hot Spanish cheerleader, Laia’s presentation. But I didn’t see Annie anywhere, or her cheesy volcano.

The stage door opened, and a hot black-haired chick came in. ‘Who the fuck is that?’ I thought to myself.

“Sorry I’m late, Ms. Connor. I’m so nervous, I had to go pee again.” The girl said.

“No problem, Annie,” Ms. Connor said, “Eugene was just finishing up everything.”

“Oh, hi Eugene! Thanks for getting everything ready! Sorry I wasn’t around to help you.”

I was stunned. This hot chick was Annie? My Annie? I was speechless.

I heard Mr. Jackson talking to the assembly over the loudspeakers. He was out in front of the curtain, which was still closed. I felt my self being pulled out onto the stage. When I came to my senses, I realized that Ms. Connor grabbed me by the elbow.

“Oh, shit, Eugene!” she said as she pulled me to the center of the stage. “What the fuck is that rope doing hanging there? Help me get rid of it. Step up on the platform.”

She pulled me up onto the platform. My shoulder rubbed her tit as she did. I nearly fainted, but I managed to reach up and try to grab the rope. In a split-second Ms. Connor turned me around and my face was between her gorgeous titties. Before I knew it she had my wrists secured to cuffs over my head.

“What the fuck?” I asked.

“Just shut the fuck up, you creepy little shit. I know what you’ve been up to and if you don’t play along, you’re going to be in deep shit.”

She pointed to back to the wings and I saw two cops talking to Annie and my mom. What the fuck was Mom doing here? Then the school nurse joined them wearing her usual short, tight nurse’s uniform. I tugged at the cuffs at my wrists, but I couldn’t get free.

Ms. Connor explained what she knew and that the cops were ready to arrest me for possession of child porn. If I didn’t go along with whatever was happening here, I was going right to jail. My mom was in on everything. I still had no idea what the fuck the nurse was doing there, but I thought I should just keep my mouth shut and see what happened.

She left me there and Annie walked out on the stage. She didn’t say anything to me. All I heard was Principal Jackson.

“And now we have Annie Hanson’s presentation on Aberrant Sexual Behavior in Teen Boys.”

What the fuck? I tugged at my cuffs again, but I was stuck. I thought about screaming but one look at the two cops in the wings shut me up. I was stuck. The curtains opened and I was hit with bright stage lighting. I couldn’t see much beyond the table that was set up in the orchestra pit for the science project judges.

I was never more nervous in my whole life. No matter how many times I went to the bathroom, I still felt like I was going to pee my panties. Well, if I had any panties on. So much had happened in the last 24 hours. I went from a geeky hippie-chick to a sexy cheerleader. Me! A cheerleader! Wow!

It was the first time I was ever anywhere with no panties on. And this dress was so short! All day long I felt like I was showing my cunny off to everybody. My bald cunny that my mom took me to have waxed last night. I never felt so naked.

Then there was Ms. Connor making sure I had a proper ‘shine’ all day. It felt so good when she licked my bald little cunny, but she didn’t let me orgasm. She said it would ruin it. I never thought much about masturbating or sex, especially in school. But I knew that I needed to relieve this tension as soon as this presentation was over. Shine or no shine, whatever a shine is, anyway.

The curtain opened and I saw the judges looking up at me. Ms. Connor told them in advance that the topic of my project changed. She said cheerleaders always got away with anything with a pretty smile and wink. So far, so good. Nobody objected and here I was on stage with Eugene tied with his hands over his head. He was such a creep and I wanted to get even with him for all the naughty things he was doing to Ms. Connor and my new teammates.

I cleared my throat and started my presentation by introducing myself. The audience murmured, not believing it was really me up here. I hardly believed it myself.

“You all know Eugene Cottrell, here who has been assisting me with this project for several weeks. Don’t worry, he’s perfectly safe as Nurse Hatchet, who will assist me today, will confirm.”

Nurse Hatchet walked out onto stage, swinging her hips like a runway model. She came to the center of the stage to attest to Eugene’s safety and explain her role and then stood on Eugene’s left side.

“Eugene’s mother, Mrs. Pat Cottrell will also assist. She has given her consent to Eugene’s participation and will assist in some of the demonstrations.”

Mrs. Cottrell nervously came up to the center of the stage.

“I ... I swear that Eugene is participating with his and my consent,” she said and moved to stand on Eugene’s right.

After saying that we had law enforcement representatives present to observe that nothing unlawful was taking place, I explained to the audience that my project was to demonstrate the physical harm that could occur to teen boys by exposure to pornography and frequent masturbation and some controversial methods to reverse the damage. The auditorium erupted in laughter.

I heard Eugene begging with his mother, but she just kept shushing him and pointing over to the police officers in the wings. I’m not sure if what they were saying could be heard by the loud audience. But, eventually, he stopped.

“First, you will notice how under-developed Eugene is compared to boys his age...”

As I spoke, Mrs. Cottrell demonstrated. When I said that the subject will display lack of body hair, she yanked his shirt up over the cuffs and pointed to his bare chest and armpits. She pulled his shoes and socks off as I explained that this was due to imbalances caused by hormones released while viewing pornography and masturbating. I didn’t know if any of this was true or not. I just said what Ms. Connor told me to.

We couldn’t see from the stage, but I knew that the audience could see close up video of Eugene’s hairless body parts that were being revealed on the big screen TVs on each side of the stage.

I was happy that the audience calmed down. I think they wanted to see just how far this would go. Or maybe they were thinking about what it would feel like to be in Eugene’s place right now. Anyway, it helped calm my nerves and I was able to continue.

Eugene’s Jeans came down and he was left in his tighty-whities. He was visibly relieved when his mother stepped away without removing them. I pointed out his hairless legs.

“Next we’re going to demonstrate the physical effects of excessive masturbation on reproductive health,” I explained, “First, Mrs. Cottrell will give you some background information.”

Mrs. Cottrell stepped forward and said, “Eugene has a terrible problem and I hope that today’s presentation will help him. He masturbates at home four or five times a day on school days and many more on weekends. Even when I walk in on him, he can’t seem to stop himself. I also found out recently that he masturbates several times a day here in school.”

“MOM! No! I don’t!” Eugene screamed.

Mrs. Cottrell went back to her place next to Eugene. I waited for the laughter to stop before I continued.

“My first hypothesis is that this extremely excessive masturbation will manifest itself in arrested penis and testicle development. In order to assure you all and law enforcement that we are proceeding with consent. Mrs. Cottrell will be the one to remove Eugene’s underwear to see if my first hypothesis is correct.”

Mrs. Cottrell went behind Eugene and grabbed the leg bands of his underwear. She waited a few seconds, as instructed.

Eugene turned his head to his mother and begged, “Mom! You can’t let them see my little peepee!”

She tugged them down to his ankles and off. Eugene was completely naked in front of the entire school. He crossed his legs to keep his secret covered.

“NO!! How could you?” he screamed.

I motioned to the wings and Ms. Connor brought out two stands, putting one under each of Eugene’s knees. His legs were spread wide and pushed up above his waist, completely exposing his underdeveloped, hairless penis and testicles. I knew that the large video screens were zoomed in tightly on his humiliating little peepee, as he called it.