Chapter 2: Monday

Alex - Before Class

Life in Reedville, VA is not exciting by any stretch of the imagination. Not even for a family like mine, which has enough money and influence - thanks to a two-century-old family fishery - to do damn near anything we wanted. It was a small hick town in the middle of nowhere on the edge of the Chesapeake Bay. Lisa had been my ex-girlfriend, but she was more than that; she was one of the four people in the world who knew me. The real me.

Two years ago, roughly, Lisa and I were dating - I thought pretty seriously but I didn't realize what a complete dick I was at the time. Lisa broke up with me and I hit her. Hard. My cousin Peter pulled my arm out of the socket for it. A couple days later, I tried to drown myself. The whole thing was not one of my happier memories.

Peter saved me.

After that, Peter became my Dominant and I submitted to his control totally. He told me when to sit, what to say, how to dress and made me miserable when I disobeyed him. He's not into pain - although I am big time - so we didn't do a lot of that, but between Peter and his younger sister Beth, I learned all about being a submissive male. Ah, incest - the game the whole family can play. When I found Brandon a year later, I got to learn about being dominant. But Peter kept me submissive even then.

Lisa made me walk the line between the two and even though we weren't dating any more - hell, she and Doug had been going steady at least six months - every so often, she let me have a 'conjugal visit'. Lisa made sex fun. Hell, Lisa made my life fun. Outside of Peter, she was my best friend. And she died in a car wreck. It was senseless, but then, so much of my life didn't make sense I wasn't surprised. Just hurt. I tried to be philosophical about the whole thing; tides roll in, tides roll out and God decided what comes and goes with them. I really believed that - I still believe it - but it wasn't helping me to feel better about knowing the rest of my life would be Lisa-less.

I saw later that the Saturday paper after the funeral had this great picture of me kissing Lisa's hand and Peter and Trina (Lisa's best girl friend) standing by. It got picked up by a bunch of other papers and online too. And we did beat the pants off Essex - 26 to 0 in our first shut out in school history. I did not attend the Homecoming Dance; I never even asked if they held the damn thing.

Monday morning, about a month later, when I arrived at the school building, I was sent to the principal's office. When I got there, there were nine other students waiting - including my cousin Beth, Peter's sister and my 'substitute dominant' while Peter was in college. I knew a couple of the others but I wasn't in a particularly social mood. Nobody was. Nobody had been for a while, it seemed. When Principal Giles called us in, Ms. Pat, the school counselor, was with him.

He started with some speech about this being a rough period for everyone and the need for things to return to 'normal' - like that meant something - and here's the brochure for the new program. I wasn't really paying attention but, the picture of the butt naked people on the pamphlet just reminded me of how much I enjoyed making out with Lisa and that I never would again.

I tuned back in when I heard Beth's voice, "My father agreed to this? You a lie." I watched Giles flip through a stack of pages on his desk and hand her one. Her face went a shade paler. "Oh my God." She looked at me, "Dad signed it."

I shrugged. If they needed a permission slip for a new sex ed class, I was sure my parents signed it too.

Someone handed me a laundry basket. "What's this for?" I asked.

"Your clothes." Ms. Pat stated simply.

I must have missed something - well, something relevant at least - because I didn't see any other clothes in the room or anyone my size to trade with. "So what am I supposed to wear?"

"Alex." Beth almost has her older brother's 'command' tone but not quite, "Read the program title."

I looked at the pamphlet I had dropped. 'The Naked in School Program'. "What the fuck?"

"As I said, Mr. McElroy, if you do not feel up to participating, we will select another student and move your participation to later in the year."

Around me, the rest of the students were slowly, nervously, undressing.

I could feel the spark of the first clear emotion I had felt in days welling up inside me. Rage. "Why would you pick me now?"

"We selected the first round of students last year because we knew the program might be a bit traumatic until everyone adjusted to it. So we want the first students to participate to be ones with confidence and student leadership to, well, lead the way. You were already on the list but after the Homecoming game we had hoped..." His voice trailed off as he saw me staring at Beth.

He was right about the rest. The senior and junior class presidents and vice presidents were here and as were the captains of the boy's swimming and girl's volleyball teams. The guy who had the lead in the last four school plays was sitting next to the girl who won last year's all school talent show. That left Beth, who was gorgeous and I would otherwise have immensely enjoyed watching her ass naked for a week, but was not what you'd refer to as a 'school leader' compared to the rest of the room.

"We, uh...", he cleared his throat as Beth sank into a chair and put her face in her hands; she and everyone else realized that Lisa - head cheerleader and school social butterfly - was supposed to be here.

Lisa would have loved this. She had a great body - she would have cheered naked if they had let her. That thought almost got me - that this week they would have let her cheer naked. But if I cried - ever - it sure as hell wouldn't be in front of these assholes.

Lisa would have done it and she would have told me to do it, so I stripped. I was likely going to have to have a long talk with my Dom about this but Beth was Peter's 'Lieutenant' so I guessed I wouldn't get in too much trouble with him. Soon, I was down to nothing but my shoes and socks. Ms. Pat began the 'we're very proud of you speech' and I tuned her out and sat next to Beth. I put my arm around her and she hugged me back. She wasn't crying but she seemed close to it. Holding her like that, however, reminded me of one important detail that I seemed to have overlooked when I sat down.

Beth is fucking hot. I mean I've banged my cousin more times than I can count thanks to a cruise we went on last summer and I still get a rise seeing her naked. From where I am, I can see everyone else well. This is a hot bunch and not particularly shy. No one was attempting to hide themselves - except Tiffany who's shirt was around her shoulders mostly because of the AC. I also kind of got the feeling that I was the only one in the room who didn't know this was coming.

Finally, they dismissed us to get to our first classes - with instructions that we were to eat lunch together every day that week. In the hallway, traffic stopped as ten naked teens wandered to their lockers and classrooms.

Beth - First Period

"I want your work today to tell me something I didn't know about the human form." Ms. Cates said as she wandered around the classroom.

Brenda Tyler and I sat on stools, with a two-handled vase between us in front of the art class, naked. Our classmates alternated between staring at us and staring at their canvases. Ben Meyer had posed us that way and Brenda and I agreed to drop the vase on Ben's head when class ended.

Still, it was less uncomfortable than the walk from Principal Giles' office to class had been.

"I am so glad we have first period together." Brenda said as we left the rest of the group and headed for our lockers.

"Me too." I noticed as we walked that most of the teachers were in the hall that morning. I felt a little more secure until we ran into Jimmy Dixon and his crew.

"Oh, shit, yeah!" was where the degrading comments began.

Without asking, they began pawing us. I tried to pull away but Brenda grabbed my arm and calmly said, "You supposed ta ask reasonable requests respectfully but so I guess we'll allow this. But we don't want ta be late for class, so you have ta touch while we walk. Right, Dr. Bovell?" The physics teacher was just down the hall and the crowd of guys calmed down a bit to let us pass.

The whole trip to the art room was like that. I was shaking like a leaf but Brenda - pudgy, short, Brenda - walked like she was the only one dressed. No wonder she won junior class president by a landslide. When we got to the classroom, we both stopped by the door and took a deep breath.

"Oh my God," I said, "I have never been so scared!"

"You?" Her eyes went wide, "At least they want ta see you naked. You look like Barbie come ta life. I look like Petunia Pig."

"You do not. But you braver than I am. I thought I was gonna die a fright."

"You didn't act scared."

"I was trying to be like you. You my new hero."

She smiled, looked away and bushed a little.

At which point Ms. Cates called us to the front of the room and explained to the rest of the class what the program was, and reiterated what a 'reasonable request' was. Ben made a smart-ass comment about reasonable and relative dick size and Ms. Cates made him come down to the front of the room with us and analyze the best way to pose us in the morning sunlight. The tent in his pants by the time he was finished ensured that he kept the rest of his comments to himself.

It was clear, as well, from Ms. Cates speech that she was not supportive of the program. Naked art, she didn't mind. "But this program borders on exploiting the sexual rights of the student body and I - and others - feel that you should be free to bare or cover your bodies as you choose." She gestured to Brenda and I as Ben worked out our position. "These two young ladies, lovely though they may be, are being used by a male-dominated system..." I stopped listening as the ache in my shoulder had already started. Most of the rest of the class didn't seem to be listening either.

"This is the second most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me." I whispered to Brenda.

"What was first?" she whispers back, shocked.

"I got my foot caught on a dock rope one time, only instead of falling in and causing a real panic, I swung by my ankle over the water."

"Ouch! That must have hurt."

"Not as much as my pride! The whole family could hear me yelling but no one could find me!"

I could see she was trying not to giggle - even I had a hard time holding it in - and finally, we both burst.

"You're posing, Ladies." Ms. Cates said sternly, "Do not disturb the artists." She went on with her favorite lecture about the creative process. Eventually, class ended and we put the vase down with a groan. As everyone else left, she stopped us. "Are you two ok with this?"

"You mean the program?" Brenda asked.

"The program, the timing, your participation. I want you to know that the faculty does not wholly support this program so if you need some support extricating yourselves, you can get it."

"Actually," Brenda looked thoughtful, "Some girls my size kinda uncomfortable with themselves. So if this helps them be, y'know, more ok, then I can take a little embarrassment."

I took a small breath, "Lisa was a really good friend." I could feel my eyes tear up despite the fact that I was trying not to cry. "I'm honored to do this in her place."

Brenda put her arm around me and they both let me cry for a few minutes. After a while, I realized that the smudges on Brenda's shoulder were my mascara. "Oh, damn." I half cried, half laughed, "I need a towel, I think."

"Oh, Beth!" she scolded me but gently. We headed to the bathroom and stopped at the girls' room door. There was a sign reminding all students that The Program required naked students to use the opposite gender's facility. "Ready, partner?" she said.

"No." I laughed. We walked into the boys' room anyway.

Every urinal was in use and the amount of swearing and sudden attempts to hide made us laugh even more. In maybe a minute, every boy cleared out of the room.

"You think with all the bragging they do at least one of 'em woulda stayed!" Brenda snorted. She turned to the sink and our breasts rubbed together. The touch sent an unexpected shiver up my spine. Brenda gasped and quickly turned on the water. I could see her blush in the mirror reflection.

"Are you ok?" I asked. I didn't think she was homophobic. "It was an accident. I don't mind."

She actually blushed deeper. "Yeah. Good. Hand me a paper towel, please."

I got the towel but instead of handing it to her, I wet it and begin cleaning my makeup off her shoulder. Her eyes fell shut and I began to guess the problem. "Brenda...", I began conspiratorially, " ... did you like it when our tits touched?"

"If you trying ta get me ta admit I'm a dyke, it's not a secret."

"Oh." I grinned a bit sheepishly, "I didn't know."

"Really? I though everybody knew."

"Nope." I took a deep breath. Alex once suggested that my 'problem' might be that I needed a girlfriend. "May I make a reasonable request?"

Brenda looked at me stunned then closed her eyes, "Thank you, God."

"Should I take that as a yes?"

"The Barbie doll wanna touch me. Beth, you can make any request you want, anytime, anywhere." Brenda's usual demeanor returned and she laughed, "Just don't wake me - this dream too good."

I wet my hands and got a hand full of soap. Then I washed her shoulders and neck. Slowly, I let my hand drift down over her heavy breasts - which were not as big as I expected - and her rock hard nipples - which were huge. I got more soap and let her nipples slip against the palm of my hand. She groaned and I had to admit, it was pretty hot.

The door opened suddenly and a boy stopped cold and stared at us. His eyes nearly popped from his head, "Oh fuck", He fairly moaned.

"Come in and join us or go away and let us finish." Brenda said. He sputtered then backed out of the door, "Well, that scared him off!"

"Poor boy. I thought two chicks was a big deal?"

"Is ta me." Brenda breathed. "You keep that up much longer, I'm gonna need ta shower."

"Oh. Sorry."

"Don't be."

I rinsed off my hands and awkwardly rinsed Brenda's chest. Then, once she was dry again, I impulsively kissed her nipples. I could feel my own pussy contract as she moaned. "Oh god, don't do that."

"Was it ok?"

"I can't walk. I'll never make it ta my next class."

I bit my lip. "Good."

I picked up my books and she got hers. As we left to all but run our separate ways or be late for our next classes, she arched an eyebrow at me, "You realize, of course, that this means war." I was the one blushing after that.

Alex - Fourth Period

Tiffany was in my Biology class and I was a bit surprised to see her looking flush already. "You ok?" I asked her.

"Uh, yeah." She looked down the hall oddly, "You know, people always tell me I'm smart, but nobody's ever said I have a tight ass before."

"Oh." Actually, I'd never noticed. Tiff was the senior class VP and one of those super smart girls that avoided most of the jocks. As we headed to our seats, I looked out of curiosity. She did have a tight ass - very compact. We didn't get to sit down; Ms. James called us to the front of the class.

"Are either of you in need of relief?" she asked, looking like she'd rather eat molten lead then do it.

Tiff damn near turned purple. "Um, I, uh..."

Ms. James sighed, "Would someone like to volunteer to assist Miss Walker-Reddy with relieving herself?" Hands went up before she could finish the question. Tiff picked one of the book geeks and a few derogatory comments followed him down the classroom. "And you, Mr. McElroy? Do you... ?"

My Dominant gave me some real specific orders before he left for college. One of 'em was that I still wasn't allowed to cum without permission. There was no way that was gonna work this week, but I hadn't talked to him about the program - I doubted he even knew about the thing - so I was hoping to get through the day without "relief". Oh, I was going to be a hard, dripping, aching, blue-balled wreck when I got home, but that was part of the fun.

"No." I said before she could ask but I felt the hand on my shoulder.

"I'll take care of Alex."

I had forgotten that Leigh was in this class. "Don't." I told her. Behind me, I felt the sharp, cold, metal bite of the straight edge of a wooden ruler slide across my ass. "Don't do this Leigh."

"Nice tattoo, Alex. New?" I didn't have a second; the ruler smacked down - probably right on it - and hurt like shit. The tat was a 3-inch high replication of the St. Andrew medal that Peter and I both wear. (It's a family thing - St. Andrew's the patron saint of Sailors and my Great Grandmother gave the medals to us the morning we sailed for the first time as crew.) Peter let me get in while we were in Bangkok - a reward for very good behavior. Since is was just above my butt crack, at the base of my spine, I'd never actually seen it but I was guessing that Leigh was getting a pretty good look at it while she landed the rest of her strikes square on my ass.

Peter had officially ruled play with Leigh off-limits while he was gone. Period, no exception. Leigh was my very ex-girlfriend and just about the only person still in school who knew my pain fetish - how deep it really went. She dumped me two years ago in a public humiliation that still bugged me. She hadn't forgotten anything. She hit me hard and fast. After the first 10, I was leaning on the desk in front of me, groaning. After the next ten, I was begging her. "Harder, bitch, harder."

Finally, I heard the ruler drop and she pushed me on to the floor, "Fuck me, Alex." Beating my ass always got her going too.

Vaguely, I heard the class gasp but I wasn't really paying attention. I was on Leigh in a flash, skirt up, panties ripped. I lasted maybe three condom-less minutes before we were both screaming. After a couple minutes, I could hear and think again and I realized that chaos reigned around me. Tiff coming hard beside me was part of the noise; the rest of it was half the class hovering over Ms. James who was passed out on the floor. A couple minutes later, the school nurse appeared with smelling salts. It took about ten minutes for the whole story to come out. Leigh and I got sent to the principal's office for Program Rules violation. No intercourse on school grounds. I grabbed my bag, figuring I was going to be there a while.

Leigh was a bitch.

As I stalked back to Giles, I realized that I was more mad at myself than at Leigh. Lisa's barely cold and I was already getting laid. Proof yet again that I was a fucking satyr. Satan. A soulless fucking bastard. I dialed Peter as I walked through the halls but I got his voice mail. He had a life now. I didn't leave a message.

Giles read us the riot act. "We said it expressly several times this morning Mr. McElroy - this program is not license to have intercourse on school grounds." He went on about bad examples and unsafe behavior and who gives a crap what else until he got tired of hearing himself talk. "In school suspension." He finally snapped at us. "And if you both weren't in that damn ballroom competition this week, I'd expel you for the week." I groaned silently - I had forgotten about that. The week just kept getting better and better. "Do you have anything to say for yourself, Mr. McElroy?"

"No sir." I tried to keep my voice level; the less I fought him the sooner I could go back to class. He sent Leigh back to class but sent me to Ms. Pat's office. I went without arguing since it was all a waste of time anyway. We stepped out of the office just as classes were changing so I had to weave through the gauntlet of students. Someone asked if they could make a reasonable request. I just stopped and let them do what they wanted.

I was ashamed to admit that I'd been rock hard since about mid-way through Giles' berating - I was (am) sick, but I like being punished. Being pawed like some kind of pet in the school hallway was pushing my control. It was inappropriate in light of Lisa. It was embarrassing to be used like a tool in public, which was exactly what got me so hot about it. Most of the girls caressed me. Some of the guys thought they were being clever or perverted and pinched or hit me. But, all it did was make me harder - I had long since accepted that I was bi. Part of me resented the treatment - hated everyone involved.

But most of me was enjoying every sick, twisted, perverted second. Hurt me, use me, abuse me. I stopped paying attention to what people did to me and found myself wallowing in the shame and glory of it. Peter was right; I so need fucking therapy. Eventually, I made it to Ms. Pat's office.

Her eyes went wide when she looked at me. "Do you, uh, need relief, Mr. McElroy?"

Oh God yes. "No ma'am." I sat down. It stung; my dick jumped. Lisa would have laughed at me. I was a fucking satyr.

"Ok." She sat at her desk. "We're worried about you, Alex."

So was I. "I'm fine. Can I go back to class now?"

"That depends. Will we have another performance like this morning?"

"No ma'am. Leigh will not do that again."

"Leigh will not. And you were just a helpless victim."

"No ma'am. I was the Submissive." She started; no doubt, she didn't expect that. "I'm the one who got spanked."

"I see." She said cautiously. "Alex, how much do you know about sexual spanking and things of that nature?"

I thought for a minute. She didn't need to know everything about me. But I didn't want to have this discussion again. "Enough to know the quirks of my own fetishes- " I exaggerated the 'es', " -and have a safe word - which I use if I need to. Leigh caught me off guard and knows enough about me to take advantage. She will not be doing that again."

Ms. Pat looked a tad uncomfortable, "You're the 'submissive'. Are you sure you're using the term properly?"

Jessie. Lisa. Brandon. "I know when I'm the Dominant one. I'm a little more ... aggressive." It might have been my imagination, but Ms Pat seemed to go a shade paler. "May I go, now?"

"Yes. Please do." She looked pained, like she hadn't meant to say that. "I mean, of course. I realize you need to get back to class. Please, Alex, come speak to me if you need to."

I looked at her as I open the door. She tried, but she was just too weak. The type who whine all day 'cause she broke a nail. "Yes, ma'am." Hopefully, I'd never have to see her again. "Thank you, ma'am."

Beth - Lunch

We naked few hogged one table for ourselves at lunch. "How's it been?" Stephanie asked first.

Everyone had at least one 'horror' story so far except Alex. But Alex's story had spread through the school like wild fire so when he shrugged and said "it's cool" the others left him alone about it.

"I can't tell who more embarrassed in the bathroom - me or the girls." Khalid commented.

"The girls." Tiffany stated, "Guys are supposed to be disgusting. We're supposed to be dainty. We don't do foul things."

"Oh, so the used tampon was my imagination." Jared said with an exaggerated wave, "Whew! I was worried."

"Ok, that's lunch for me!" Brenda pushed her tray away.

"Oh, stop!" Gail hit Jared shoulder.

"No, really." Brenda laughed, "I have ta start watching my girlish figure.

"Since when?" Zach reached for one of her French fries and she smacked his wrist.

"Since it occurred ta me this morning that someone might actually see it." She winked at me and I couldn't help blushing.

"Hey, it's not just you. Somebody behind me said my ass sags." Van-Chi lamented. "There's a comment that makes a guy self conscious."

"Oh, come on..." The discussion degraded into who had more to lose in the war between the sexes. I expected Alex to speak up at some point but he seemed to be distant from the whole thing.

I saw him tune back in, though, when Tiffany spoke up. "I just don't like the pinching. The jocks are just too rough."

"Who?" he snapped at her.

"What?" she actually jumped.

"Who was too rough?"

"Oh, a couple of the wrestlers. Nothing big. It was ok. Really."

Alex got up. When he turned around, I could see that his ass was still red but Leigh hadn't left a bruise.

"Hey!" Stephanie tapped the table to get my attention, "Is he ok?" They all looked at me.

"Not ... really." I hesitate. "He really a lot closer to my brother, but Peter had ta leave the day after the funeral."

"Well, that sucked." Khalid looked disgusted, "You'd think he'd hang around a bit."

"Oh, give him a break," Stephanie snapped, "He got a life of his own."

"Lisa was Peter's friend too, you know." I jumped in, "This was hard on both of them but Peter has swim meet next week so he's in training and Alex understands that; Peter left and I'm keeping an eye on Alex."

"Well look, if I can help," Steph shrugged, "Lemme know. 'K?

Alex came back before I could reply. With him was the defensive line. "Guys," he said and gestured to the wall of jocks behind him. "Williams, Wilson, Douglas, Trucker and Schaefer. If anyone makes you feel 'uncomfortable' again, tell one of them. They'll take care of it." He sat down and finished his lunch.

"Our own private security force," Jared openly eyed the players, "Well, I'll be needing relief soon. I don't suppose one of you will want volunteer?" He stood up, grabbing his tray and his books. "'Cuse me; I have to use the lil' girl's room." He stopped short. "You know, that's the first time I ever said that and meant it." He walked off shaking his head.

Gail stood up as well, arching her back unnecessarily, "Actually, I could use an escort to my locker - if you're free, Wilson." She and Ron were a known item so no one was surprised when he picked her books and slipped an arm around her shoulder. Slowly but surely, everyone finished their lunches and heads off in their own directions. I watched Alex. Brenda and Stephanie were the last two to leave.

"See you later, Barbie." Brenda said with a grin. I blushed uncontrollably.

"So, she solve your problem?" Alex asked softly. I started; I hadn't though he was paying attention but he was looking at me with a slight smile.

I blushed even more. "No."

"Pity." He looked back at his lunch. "I was hoping you'd at least get off in all of this."

"No, I mean she hasn't tried." He arched his eyebrows and I blushed even deeper. "Alex! Stop! Yes, I might let her try. There. Happy?"

"Only if you let me watch." I rolled my eyes and he almost laughed. "I'd have to be a whole lot more depressed than this to say 'no' to you, Beth."

In a mild panic, I looked to see if anyone heard that. "Alex, shh, don't say that."

"Oh please, we live in ass fart, Virginia. You know how many of these trailer park hicks doin' their sisters? We likely the most normal family in school!"

"Maybe, but can we just pretend that never happened when we're here? Please?"

He smiled again, "Yeah. I'm cool. But watching you walk around naked is rough."

"Rougher than watching Stephanie?"

"Hell yeah! That ass I can tap. Yours forbidden fruit."

"Augh!" I threw a napkin at him, "You're hopeless."

"Yeah." He looked wistful for a moment. "Yeah. Hopeless. Evil. Depraved. Goin' straight to hell."

"Alex?" The expression seemed to fall from his face and I couldn't read him. "What's rule number one?" Peter said to ask him that any time I started worrying about him.

He seemed to refocus. "No running, no jumping, no swimming. I know." He took a deep breath and flexed. "Come on. I'll walk you to class."

Alex - Seventh Period

I disliked Sociology to begin with; it was one of those filler classes they came up with when they realized we didn't have enough bullshit wasting our day. And I didn't like Mr. Irwin because he was one of those two-faced jackasses who'd do whatever Giles told him to do except when a parent got in his face - then it was 'I fought the decision, I told them not to'. He kissed so much ass his lips were brown. So when Irwin called me to the front of the room at the start of the period, it was just one more irritation in a day full them.

"Yes, sir."

"Don't take that tone in my class, young man."

I would be happy to leave the class, I thought to myself, but giving attitude to teachers was a suspend-able offense from my Dom. I took a deep breath, remembered I was already on thin ice with Giles and tried again. "Yes, sir."

Apparently, I said it better that time because he turned his attention to the rest of the class. "You all have a tremendous opportunity this year, with the advent of the NiS Program to not only get to explore your own views about yourselves but to understand how an enormous number of views co-exist in our society." He droned on. My classmates took notes. I tried not to fall asleep.