It’s Rude to Point 9

By SuperEvil
superevil7@protonmail.com

Copyright 2026 by SuperEvil, all rights reserved

[8,479 words]

Chapter 9

Monday morning came way too soon for me. I was tossing and turning all night, my dreams all about the school hallways. I was standing in the middle of them, naked, just like I was supposed to be. But then, everything started to warp. The walls got all stretchy and weird, like taffy, and the locker doors started bending inward like they were made of rubber. And everyone was just... staring. I could feel the shame like a hundred-pound vest, crushing me, making it so hard to breathe. I tried to run, but my feet were all stuck to the floor, like I was walking through thick mud. I just stood there, trapped and naked under their spinning, pointing, buzzing stare. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sound came out. Just a dry, choking gasp.

I jolted awake, my whole body covered in a cold, clammy sweat. The buzzing in my dream had been my alarm clock, screaming right next to my head. My heart was pounding like a drum, and for a second, I didn't know where I was. I blinked, the familiar posters on my wall slowly coming into focus in the dim morning light. I was home. In my bed. I was safe. At least for a little while.

My whole body felt weak and shaky, like the dream had sucked all the energy out of me. A quick look at the clock told me it was almost seven. Time to face the real-life nightmare. My own personal horror movie, and it was all starring me.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the frantic butterfly wings in my stomach. I could hear the muffled sounds of my mom and little sister Lisa getting ready. The bathroom was my first stop, for an icy cold shower to get the sleepy feeling out of my body and the scared feeling out of my head. I couldn't hide behind steam and warmth today.

Walking out of the bathroom was always the worst part. I dried myself off, leaving my skin all pink and tingly. There was no towel to wrap around my waist. No clean, soft clothes waiting for me on my bed. Just... me. All naked and exposed for the whole world to see. Or at least, for my mom and Lisa to see. I walked into the kitchen, the cool morning air from the window making goosebumps pop up all over my skin.

My mom was at the counter, a cloud of steam from her coffee curling around her head. She took one look at me, her lips pressing into this thin, unhappy line. But then she let out this deep, tired sigh. "You're not... having a problem this morning, are you, Tommy?" she asked, her eyes not quite meeting mine, flicking down to my crotch for a quick, nervous second.

I could feel my face flush hot. My penis, for once, was just chilling. It was doing its best turtle impression, trying to hide as much as it could. "No, Mom. I'm fine," I mumbled, looking at a really interesting scuff mark on the linoleum.

"Good. That's... good," she said. "Are you ready for school today?" She said the words like she was asking if I was ready to go get all my teeth pulled.

"Yeah. Just... just let me eat my cereal," I said, grabbing the box and pouring a huge pile of colorful sugary rings into a bowl.

Lisa skipped into the kitchen, her bright yellow backpack bumping against her legs. She saw me and giggled. "You get to go to school naked," she chirped, grabbing a banana from the fruit bowl. "I wish Jeffrey had to go to school naked too."

"Lisa, eat your banana and get your shoes on," my mom sighed, rubbing her temples. "And you too, Tommy. Just shoes."

Five minutes later, we were all piled into the car. My mom put her foot down and insisted on a towel on the seat, which I guess I couldn't really argue with. She told me I should take it with me to sit on at school. I was in the back, while Lisa, of course, got to ride up front. I was fine with that. I felt less exposed back there by myself.

It felt super weird to sit there with nothing on while the world whizzed by outside the car windows. I hunched down in my seat, my bare back sticking a little to the cool leather. My mom kept looking at me in the rearview mirror, her lips all tight. This was not her idea of a good morning. Or a good life, really.

We pulled up to Sarah's house a few minutes later. Her door opened and she came running out. She was wearing this little, tight blue dress that swished around her legs when she walked. And she had on these little white sneakers with no socks. Her blonde hair was all pulled up in a high, bouncy ponytail. She looked so pretty. So normal. So dressed. My stomach did this weird little flip.

She bounced over to the car and slid into the backseat with me. "Hi!" she chirped, like everything was totally normal.

My mom actually turned around in her seat to look at her. "Sarah. Good morning. You're... looking very dressed up today."

"Hi, Mrs. Miller!" Sarah chirped back, all bright and cheerful. "I am! Boys get to be naked and get lots of fresh air. Girls get to have all sorts of fun secrets under our clothes!" She leaned over and gave my bare shoulder a little snuggle.

"That's an interesting idea, Sarah. Where did you hear that?" mom asked, putting the car in drive.

"Mia's cousin, the doctor. She says we should tell him stuff like that so he feels better about being naked," she said, and I swear I saw my mom's face relax. Just a little. Dr. Garcia. The magic password that explained away all the crazy. My mom didn't say anything else. She just kept her eyes on the road, her knuckles all white where she was gripping the steering wheel.

As soon as we turned the corner onto the street that led to the school, my stomach started to do these crazy gymnastics. This was it. This was the part I dreaded. I sunk down a little lower in my seat, pretending to be really interested in a piece of lint on the floor mat.

The school parking lot was already packed. Cars everywhere. Kids everywhere. And all of them were getting a front-row seat to my own personal horror show as my mom pulled up to the curb. As soon as the car stopped, I took a deep breath, grabbed my little towel, and opened the door.

A huge wave of sound crashed over me as soon as I stepped out. A mix of gasps and hollers and laughter. A wall of noise that made my whole body tense up. And the staring. A hundred pairs of eyes, all locked on me. My face felt like it was going to catch on fire.

"It's Tommy!"

"Whoa, he's fucking naked!"

"What a creep!"

I felt a wave of nausea. I hunched over, trying to cover my junk with my towel, but it wasn't big enough. It just looked sad and pathetic.

But then a warm, soft hand slid into mine. Sarah. She was right there beside me, a calm, confident smile on her pretty face, like she was taking a walk in the park and not escorting her naked boyfriend through a mob of jeering idiots.

"Come on, big guy," she said, her voice a low, steady murmur that cut right through all the noise. She squeezed my hand. "Just ignore them. Let's get inside."

I let her pull me forward. I kept my head down, my eyes glued to the cracked pavement. I could hear the whispers following us, a nasty, buzzing cloud of mean words. The feeling of the little breeze on my bare back; all of it was a thousand times more intense when a hundred people were watching.

"Ignore them," Sarah whispered again, leaning her head against my shoulder for a second. Her little blue dress felt like a shield against the world. "They're just jealous."

Jealous? Yeah, right.

The walk to the principal's office felt like it took a million years. Every single person we passed stopped to stare. The whispers got louder. Some kids were laughing. Others were just looking at me with this weird mix of shock and pity.

Lisa, who had trotted along behind us with my mom, caught up with us. "Wow," she breathed, looking around with big, curious eyes. "They're all looking at you."

"Lisa, please," my mom snapped, her face all pale and tight.

Finally, we got to the main office. My mom pushed the door open and marched right up to the secretary's desk. The secretary, Mrs. Gable, just stared at me, her pen frozen over a stack of papers. Her jaw dropped open.

My mom didn't even give her a chance to say anything. "We're here to see Principal Carlson. Tommy's starting the therapeutic nudity program today." She said it like it was the most normal thing in the world. The magic words again. The power of a made-up doctor.

Mrs. Gable just blinked, then nodded, picking up her phone. "Of course, Mrs. Miller. Please, go right in."

We all shuffled into Principal Carlson's office. She was already in there. But so was someone else. Another woman. Mrs. Abelson, the school guidance counselor. Great. More girls. My brain was starting to feel like it was surrounded. Like there was no escaping them.

Principal Carlson, a tall woman with her hair pulled back, was sitting behind her big, wooden desk. Mrs. Abelson, a younger woman with frizzy brown hair and kind eyes, was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the desk. They both looked up as we came in. Their eyes got huge.

Mom held out an envelope. "This is from Dr. Garcia, the toxicologist. It explains Tommy's... condition."

Principal Carlson took the letter and read it. Her face got all serious and professional. Mrs. Abelson leaned over to read it too. I could see Dr. Garcia's official-looking letterhead at the top of the page. My lie had legs. And they were strong.

"I see," Principal Carlson said, her voice all serious. "We've already made all the abominations for Tommy. I plan on making an official announcement during homeroom, to explain Tommy has a condition, and why he is... like this."

My stomach twisted. I so did not want her to do that.

Sarah squeezed my hand, a hard, little squeeze. "Principal Carlson, I'm worried that might only make things worse for him. A big, public announcement?"

"I understand your concern, dear. I plan on it to be brief, and to the point. We just need to inform the student body that Tommy is under professional medical care for a serious condition," the principal said. "There's no way to hide... this from them, however. It's important to establish clear guidelines for how they are to treat him."

"I'd also like to offer my support," Mrs. Abelson added in her soft, calm voice. "I'm the guidance counselor, and I'm here if Tommy needs to talk. Or anyone who has questions," she said. A shiver went through me. I'd rather die than have a 'talk' with the school counselor about being naked all day.

"We will be right there with him, won't we?" My mom said, putting her hands on my shoulders. "Me and Lisa will be here in the office with him until it's time for class."

"Mrs. Miller, I must urge you one more time to reconsider. If Tommy's condition prevents him from wearing clothes, there is always the option for homeschool..."

Mom suddenly cut her off, "Absolutely not! Tommy needs to be around his friends. This is for his own good. Being hidden away will only make him feel worse." My mom looked at the guidance counselor, "As for his support system, the girls, his caregivers, will be there to help him. Sarah, Mia, and Emma."

"That's sweet," Mrs. Abelson said, giving my mom a tired smile. "But as a school official, we have to..."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. These grown women were standing here arguing over my nakedness while I was stuck right in the middle. They all thought this 'condition' was real.

While the principal and my mom were hashing it out, I felt Sarah squeeze my hand. She leaned in close, her warm breath a little puff of air against my ear, whispering so no one else could hear. "Are things getting a little... out of control with the way Mia's acting?" she asked, her voice all quiet and worried. "The whole 'my project' thing she was pulling yesterday..."

I just shook my head, not even looking at her. "She's not out of control, Sarah," I whispered back, my jaw tight. "It's the other way around. She’s in control."

A weird, little flash of something hot and stubborn lit up in Sarah's blue eyes. "Is she?" she whispered, a little challenge in her voice. That competitive glint I knew so well was back.

The grown-ups were still arguing. Finally, Principal Carlson slammed her palm on the desk. "Fine!" she snapped, making us all jump. "He can attend classes. But my announcement stands. No running in the halls. No trying to cover himself up. And if he has an outburst in class, he comes straight back to my office." She looked at me, her eyes all hard and business-like. "Understood?"

I just nodded, my throat too tight to speak.

We were dismissed. Sarah held my hand as we walked down the hall toward her homeroom. My mom and Lisa, true to their word, walked right behind us, like I was some kind of important prisoner on his way to his cell. And the stares just kept coming.

As we walked, Sarah was quiet, but her eyes had this intense, thoughtful look in them. I could practically hear the little gears turning in her head. She was planning something. I could feel it.

When we got to her homeroom, she pulled me inside and over to our desks in the back corner. My mom and Lisa waved their goodbyes, promising to meet me after school at the front doors. Then we were alone, in a room that was already filling up with other students.

Sarah leaned over her desk, getting super close to me. "Okay," she whispered, her blue eyes all bright and full of a secret, happy mischief. "Principal Carlson wants to make a big deal about you. Mia wants to make you her little 'project'. Let's give them both a different kind of show."

I looked at her, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I'm going to take away her favorite toy. At least for a little while," she purred, a slow, sly smile spreading across her face. "And I'm going to do it by being the best, most caring, most dedicated girlfriend in the whole entire school."

She stood up, all straight and confident, and smoothed down her little blue dress. She was a showgirl getting ready for her big number. And she was right. The intercom beeped, and Principal Carlson's calm, serious voice filled the room. "Attention students and faculty. We have a student with a very special medical condition among us today. Tommy Miller..."

Her words buzzed in my ears, a dull, humming noise of total embarrassment. I kept my head down, my face burning, as a fresh wave of whispers washed over the classroom.

But Sarah wasn't paying attention to the principal. She had her own announcement to make. "Alright, everyone!" she chirped, her voice loud and cheerful. "Settle down! Tommy's condition is real. He's a very brave boy for having to go through this, and we need to be supportive. Which means no talking about it. No staring. He's just a student like everyone else."

Of course, her words had the opposite effect. Everyone just turned to stare at me even harder.

"So, to make everyone feel more comfortable," Sarah continued, a brilliant idea clearly dawning on her, "and to help Tommy focus, I think we should all share a little something. Something about ourselves. It'll be a trust-building exercise!" She looked around the room, her big blue eyes full of fake sincerity. Then she looked right at me.

She started pulling me towards the front of the classroom. "Come on, big guy. Let's show them that being exposed and having a secret is all just part of life."

My feet felt like they were glued to the floor. "Sarah, no. Please," I mumbled, trying to pull my hand away from her iron grip.

But it was no use. She dragged me right up to the front, next to the teacher's desk. I was on display. Like a frog in biology class. My whole body was trembling.

"I'll go first," Sarah said, a happy, little smile on her face. "My secret is... I really, really hate peas. I think they look like little green boogers." A few people giggled.

Then she turned to me, her whole demeanor changing in an instant. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear, her voice a low, teasing whisper only I could hear. "But I don't think that's the kind of secret everyone wants to hear about, is it, my brave boyfriend? I think they want to know about your big, strong secret. Look at everyone looking at you, Tommy. All those pretty girls, all dressed up in their little skirts and shorts, and you're standing here for everyone to see. I bet that's making you feel... big, isn't it? Making you want to point."

Her words were a hot, poisonous little caress. I squeezed my eyes shut. I didn't want it to. I tried so hard to think of boring, disgusting things. Rotting garbage. My grandma's feet. Anything but the dozens of eyes on me. But she was right. My stupid penis, my traitorous carrot, started to twitch. A slow, sleepy stretch against my thigh, waking up from all the shame-attention. I could feel it starting to fill with blood, rising up into a slow, semi-hard state. A sleepy, half-salute for the whole class.

"My, my," Sarah whispered, her lips still pressed against my ear. "It looks like somebody's waking up. Everybody can see it, you know. Your little turtle is poking its head out to say hello." She leaned back and gave the class a sunny, cheerful smile. "So, does anyone else have a secret they want to share?"

A few kids mumbled some stuff. A boy said he once failed a test. A girl admitted she hated her little brother. It was all boring and dumb, and everyone knew it. They were all just waiting for the real show. And Sarah knew it, too.

"Okay, okay, those are good secrets," she said, all encouraging. "But let's make this a little more interesting." Her eyes scanned the room, a hunter looking for its next target. They landed on Jessica Martinez, a quiet girl who always wore turtleneck sweaters, even when it was hot outside.

"Jessica!" Sarah chirped. "Don't you have something to share?"

Jessica's head snapped up, her face a mask of pure panic. "What? No! I don't have any secrets!" she stammered, hugging her books to her chest.

"Oh, I think you do," Sarah purred, a sly, little smirk playing on her lips. "I think you have a very... interesting secret. Something about... how much you're enjoying the view in this classroom right now."

Jessica's face went beet red. "That's not true!"

"Isn't it?" Sarah pressed, taking a step toward her. "I think it's true. I think you have a little crush on my boyfriend, Tommy. And I think you're very, very happy that he's so brave today. Go on, Jess. It's okay to admit it. Your secret can be... I really like looking at Tommy's erection."

The whole classroom went silent. Everyone stared at Jessica, whose face was now about the same color as a firetruck. Her lips trembled. Then she nodded. A tiny, barely there nod, followed by a choked little sob. "I really like... looking at Tommy's erection," she whispered, the words so quiet they were almost impossible to hear.

But Sarah heard them. And her smile got even bigger. "Good girl!" she chirped. Then she looked around the room again, her eyes landing on a quiet girl named Chloe who sat in the front row. "Chloe! Your turn!"

Chloe looked like she was about to start salivating on her sneakers and not move for the rest of the school year. Then she took a shaky breath and looked up at me, her eyes all wide and full of this strange, glittering hunger. "My secret is," she said, her voice a little louder this time, a little more sure, "that I think it's... really hot... that Tommy is naked." And then she actually giggled. A real, happy, little giggle.

The room exploded in a fresh wave of whispers. The 'secret' game had been officially changed to a 'confess your crush on the naked kid' game. And I was the star.

"See?" Sarah whispered in my ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down my spine. "They all love you. They love looking at your hard-on. They all wish they could touch it."

And then... my stupid penis betrayed me. It stood up. All the way. A proud, hard, pointing flagpole that was now on full display for everyone. A gasp went through the room. And then a hushed, shocked silence.

Sarah's whole face lit up. "Uh oh," she said, her voice all dramatic and sing-songy for the whole class to hear. "It looks like my brave, special boyfriend has a very big, and very full blockage."

The classroom door creaked open, and Mr. Parker, our homeroom teacher, peeked his head in. He had been standing in the hallway during the announcements. His eyes swept over the room, from a bright, smiling Sarah, to a frozen, beet-red me, and finally to my proud, traitorous carrot standing at full attention. His face went all pale. He was a young guy, maybe twenty-five, and he looked like he had no idea what he was supposed to do.

"Ah, Sarah. Tommy. Everything... alright in here?" he stammered, trying to look anywhere but at my crotch.

"Mr. Parker!" Sarah chirped, turning on her most innocent, damsel-in-distress face. She was so good at it. "Tommy has a blockage." She pointed a dramatic little finger at my erection. "I was told you were briefed on Tommy's condition by the principal's office?"

Mr. Parker's face went from pale to blotchy. "Yes, the memo mentioned... possible pointing," he mumbled, looking at a spot on the wall just over my left shoulder.

"Well, it's more than possible now. It's... present," Sarah declared, sounding super official. "We need to use our special hall pass for an emergency extraction." She looked over at Chloe and Jessica, who were both still staring at my pointing with a kind of glazed, hungry look. "We're going to need two volunteers to observe the draining, to help us document the toxicity level." This was all new, made-up-on-the-spot stuff, and it was brilliant. She was rewriting the rules as she went.

Mr. Parker just stared, his jaw working up and down like a fish. He was completely cornered. He probably thought 'draining the toxicity level' was some real medical thing, and the last thing he wanted to do was say no to something that might get him fired.

Jessica's hand shot up so fast she almost knocked over her desk. "I'll do it!" she yelled, her face still a bright, happy red.

"Me too! I'll volunteer!" Chloe squeaked, jumping up from her seat, her eyes locked on my erection like it was the most interesting thing she had ever seen in her entire life.

"Perfect!" Sarah chirped. She grabbed my hand again, her grip tight and possessive. "Mr. Parker, we'll be back in a few minutes." She didn't even wait for him to answer, just started pulling me toward the door, with Chloe and Jessica trailing behind us like a couple of excited little ducklings.

The second we stepped out into the hallway, I felt a weird sense of relief, followed instantly by a fresh wave of pure dread. The bell hadn't rung yet, so the halls were still mostly empty. But it wouldn't stay that way for long.

"This way," Sarah commanded, pulling me toward the little alcove by the water fountains. It was a little nook that was mostly hidden from the main stretch of the hall, but not completely.

"Okay," Sarah said, a bright, business-like smile on her pretty face. She turned to the two wide-eyed girls. "Okay, Chloe. Jessica. This is super important. What we're doing here is a medical procedure. You can't talk about it with anyone. Got it?"

They both nodded, their eyes all big and serious.

"This is the pre-extraction phase," Sarah explained, her voice all calm and scientific, like she was explaining the rules of a board game. "We need to help Tommy's blockage build up into a manageable mass so we can get all the yucky toxins out. Chloe, you're on one side. Jessica, you're with me."

Chloe scurried over to my other side, her hands shaking a little. Sarah wrapped her fingers around my erection, a firm, confident grip that made my whole body jump.

"Okay," Sarah said, a happy little smile on her face. "Now, what we're going to do is called 'Point and Praise'. It's something I learned from Dr. Garcia, Tommy's physician, to help boys with Tommy's condition feel better about their special treatments." She turned her head and looked me right in the eye. "You have such a brave, beautiful erection, Tommy. It's so brave to let all the girls see it. Now, you try, Chloe."

"Uh... okay," Chloe stammered, her face all flushed. "Your erection is... big. And... red. A nice, pretty color."

"No, silly," Sarah giggled. "Praise about the pointing! And about how he's pointing at us, and how he's naked and will never get to see our secrets!"

"Oh! Okay!" Chloe said, her face lighting up with understanding. "Your penis is pointing right at me! And it's huge! And you'll never, ever see me naked!"

"And what about you, Jessica? Try it," Sarah prompted.

Jessica took a shaky breath, her eyes all wide and locked on my erection where Sarah's hand was. "Your... your hard-on is pointing at all of us," she whispered, her voice all high and shaky. "And you have to be naked, but I have clothes, and... and you'll never, ever see what's under my turtleneck. My secret bra. And my panties. And they're very lacy."

A hot wave of shame washed over me, but my stupid penis, the traitor, loved it. It gave a hard, angry little throb in their hands.

"See? It's working!" Sarah chirped triumphantly. "Now, for the... procedure."

She started to move her hand, a slow, steady rhythm. Chloe and Jessica watched her with rapt attention, their eyes following every stroke my evil girlfriend made on me. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block them all out, but it was no use.

"He's getting all tense," Chloe whispered, her voice full of this new, clinical fascination. "His whole body is getting tight."

"That's because the blockage is resisting," Sarah explained, her sweet, cheerful voice making the dirty words sound like a lesson from health class. "You have to be firm. You have to show the blockage that you're in charge."

She tightened her grip, her strokes a little faster now. A strangled little gasp escaped my lips. My hips started to move, an involuntary little push against her hand. I couldn't help it. It felt too... intense.

"Good, good," Sarah purred. "That's the coalescence stage working. The poison is gathering together. It's almost ready. Chloe, get ready for the pre-extraction. You'll need to catch it."

"C-catch it?" Chloe stammered, her face all pale.

"On your hand," Sarah instructed, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "We need to test the toxicity."

My whole body went rigid. I could feel the pressure building up, a hot, urgent wave I couldn't stop. "Sarah... I... I'm..." I gasped, my words all choked and broken.

"I know, big guy. Let it all out," she crooned. And then it happened. A hot, messy spurt that shot out and landed right on Chloe's outstretched hand. She jumped back, letting out a surprised little squeak, and looked at the milky mess on her palm like she'd never seen anything like it before.

"Okay! Taste it," Sarah commanded.

"What? You want me to taste his spunk?" Chloe squeaked, her eyes all wide with shock.

"The blockage. You need to test the blockage," Sarah corrected, her patience a little thin. "For toxins. Dr. Garcia says it's the most accurate way."

Jessica just watched, her lips parted in a silent, fascinated 'o'.

Slowly, nervously, Chloe brought her hand up to her lips. She stuck out her tongue and gave the little puddle a hesitant little lick. She wrinkled her nose. "Salty," she whispered.

"A mild-to-moderate toxicity," Sarah announced, nodding like she was reading from a chart. "Okay, now for the extraction."

"W-what? There's more?" Chloe asked, looking from her sticky hand to my still-hard erection.

"A full extraction is a two-stage procedure," Sarah lied smoothly. "The pre-extraction empties the initial chamber. The main extraction drains the backup reservoirs. Much deeper."

My whole body tensed up in fresh horror. She was following her crazy script perfectly.

"But I have it all over my hand!" Chloe whined.

"Go wash it," Sarah said with a dismissive little wave of her free hand. "And bring back some paper towels! Jessica, you're on observation duty."

Chloe scurried down the hall toward the girls' bathroom. Jessica took her place, her face a mixture of fear and pure, unadulterated greed as she stared at my crotch.

Sarah started stroking again. The slow, steady rhythm started right back up, making my whole body twitch. "See, Tommy?" she purred, her hot breath in my ear. "You're being so brave for the girls. You're helping them learn."

"Oh god! Oh god! Please! Please, Sarah," I whimpered. The feeling was too much. It was too sensitive, too fast. I was still all sensitive from the pre-extraction. My hips bucked and squirmed, a desperate attempt to get away from the maddening stimulation.

"You have to hold him still for this part," Sarah instructed Jessica, her voice all calm and professional. "It can be... violent."

Jessica's eyes went wide, but she nodded. She reached out and put her hands on my hips, her touch tentative at first, but then getting a little more confident when she realized she was strong enough to help hold me in place. The cool touch of her hands on my bare skin was another jolt of sensation I didn't need.

"That's a good helper, Jessica. You're such a good helper," Sarah purred, a happy little hum in her voice. "Now, we keep going until we get to the bliss point."

Just then, Chloe came running back down the hall, a handful of brown paper towels clutched in her fist. "I'm back! I'm back!" she chirped, her face all flushed from the run. Her eyes locked onto my struggling body and Sarah's stroking hand, and a hungry little gleam appeared in them.

"Perfect timing," Sarah said, a triumphant smirk on her face. "I need you to monitor for full evacuation. The blockage needs to be completely cleared. It has to come all the way out this time, so we know the toxins are gone."

"What's it look like?" Chloe asked, her head cocked to the side.

"You'll know," Sarah promised, a dark, little smile playing on her lips.

And then she started going faster. And faster. Her hand was a blur on my over-stimulated skin, a relentless, maddening rhythm that made my brain turn into mush. My whole body was thrashing now, a desperate, hopeless dance against their hold. Sarah's grip was like a steel trap, and Jessica was surprisingly strong, her fingers digging into my hips to keep me from squirming away.

"No! Please! Stop! I can't! SARAH, STOP!" I begged, tears of pure, helpless frustration streaming down my face. But it was no use. They just held me tighter, their faces set in these determined, focused looks. They were nurses. Doctors. And I was the crashing patient.

"It has to be this way, Tommy," Sarah's calm, steady voice said, cutting through my frantic cries. "It's for your own good. You'll feel so much better once the blockage is all gone."

And then, everything just... exploded. It wasn't like the pre-extraction. It wasn't a little spurt. A white-hot, blinding flash of pure sensation went through my whole body. My back arched into a painful, perfect curve, and a loud, choked, animal-like sound was torn from my throat. A huge, powerful jet of fluid shot from the tip of my erection, followed by another, and another. A desperate, messy flood of it. It was the biggest sneeze of my life. The whole hallway was swimming in a dizzying, overwhelming wave of pure, blinding bliss. For a second, all the shame and the pain just washed away, replaced by a warm, floaty happiness that made me feel like my bones had melted into pudding.

"Look! See?" Chloe shrieked, a real, genuinely excited shriek. "It's all... watery! And clear! So much of it!"

"Perfect," Sarah purred, a slow, smug little smile spreading across her face. "A full extraction. The backup reservoirs are completely cleared." And then, she gave my poor, spent penis a few final, slow, milking squeezes, just to make sure she'd gotten every last drop, making me twitch and groan.

"Holy crap," Jessica breathed, her eyes all wide and shiny as she stared at the big, wet puddle on the floor.

"Now, for the last step of the main procedure, Post-extraction," Sarah announced. "We have to clean up the patient. And the site. And we have to help the patient relax and understand why it is important for him to accept being naked for us."

Chloe immediately scrunched her face up. "Are you saying we have to... clean that up?" she asked, pointing a perfectly manicured finger at the puddle on the floor.

"It's important to see everything through, and I'm not saying you have to lick the floor," she said, a little giggle in her tone. "But a girl has to do what a girl has to do. You can't let a boy with a serious disease be left in a mess."

Sarah turned to Jessica. "You'll do the clean-up on the patient," she said. Then she gave Jessica a stack of paper towels and then she pointed a finger at me. "Jessica, you can see how red and a little swollen his penis is from the treatment. We'll have to be very gentle with it. You'll also have to clean up the area around his testicles too."

Jessica's face went all red, but she took the paper towels from Sarah and moved in closer. Her touch was hesitant at first, but then it got a little more confident. "You're okay, Tommy," she said. She dabbed the paper towels gently around my soft penis, and against my testicles too.

I was too blissed out to really be shy. "Thanks, Jess," I mumbled, my mind still a slow, happy puddle. That made her blush even more, and a small smile spread across her face as she went back to her work.

"Okay, your turn, Chloe," Sarah said, pointing at the puddle on the floor with her shoe. Then she grabbed Chloe's wrist and made her kneel down. Chloe winced as she knelt on the hard hallway floor, but she did it. She started wiping up the mess, her nose all wrinkled in disgust.

A happy, smug little smirk was on Sarah's face. She loved this. She loved being in charge. She loved that I was her naked little project.

"So," Chloe said, looking up from her wiping. "Since we're... helpers now... does that mean we get to, like, get passes out of class to help him with other... treatments?"

"I was hoping you would ask that," Sarah said, her smile getting even bigger. "You two are going to be officially my back-up team. In case I'm not around, or in case we need a three-girl extraction for a particularly severe blockage."

The words 'three-girl extraction' made my whole body shudder.

"Wow," Chloe said, her eyes all wide.

"I would have to... I would have to do that to him again?" Jessica asked, but her voice didn't sound scared. She sounded excited.

"It's a big responsibility," Sarah said. "Not everyone can handle it."

I just sat there on the floor, a lazy, goofy smile on my face. All my muscles were pudding. The world seemed to be moving in slow motion. The post-extraction bliss was a powerful drug. It was a lot easier to take all this in when my brain was all happy and fuzzy. It made the craziness feel almost... normal.

"Okay, let's give the patient his affirmation," Sarah said, looking at me. "It's very important for the post-extraction healing."

"Can I do it?" Chloe asked, her voice full of this new, eager energy. She had just wiped a puddle of my mess off the floor, and now she wanted to play doctor.

"Of course," Sarah chirped.

Chloe got right down on her knees in front of me, her face all serious, like she was about to say a prayer. "You look very happy, Tommy. Relaxed," she said. Her eyes kept darting down to my spent, soft penis, then back up to my face. "It's nice to see you naked."

"That's not bad, but try it like this," Sarah said, stepping beside her. "It feels good, doesn't it, my naked boyfriend? All this freedom. All this nakedness. Girls get to have secrets under our clothes, but boys get to be naked for everyone to look at," she said, sounding so much like Mia it was a little creepy.

"Naked for everyone," Chloe repeated, like a little kid practicing a new phrase. Her eyes got all bright, a happy, greedy little light in them. "I get to see all of you," she added, her voice a soft, happy little whisper.

"Boys have to share everything, but girls don't," Jessica piped up, wiping the last little drop from my leg with a delicate touch. She was really getting into the helper role.

And then the door to our homeroom opened with a loud creak. Mr. Parker's head poked out. He looked pale. He had heard my yelling.

"Everything... okay out here, ladies? Mr. Miller?" he stammered, trying real hard to look at the water fountain behind me and not at the naked boy being tended to by three girls.

"Everything is perfect, Mr. Parker," Sarah chirped, hopping to her feet like she hadn't just been in the middle of a "procedure." "Tommy just had a very successful pre-extraction, and then a full extraction." She looked at Mr. Parker with her big, innocent blue eyes. "I'm training new helpers. We've identified that Chloe and Jessica have a real talent for the therapeutic care boys with TMS require."

Mr. Parker's face went from pale to blotchy red. He just stood there, opening and closing his mouth like a fish.

"I... see," he finally managed to get out.

BRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNGGGGG!

The passing period bell blasted through the hallway, a loud, jarring sound that made all of us jump.

"Oh! That's the bell! We have to go!" Chloe squeaked, her face all excited and scared at the same time.

"Okay, Tommy, upsy-daisy," Jessica chirped, grabbing my arm and helping me to my feet.

"Thanks, Jessie!" I chirped back. The whole world had a happy, yellow glow to it.

"My name is Jessica," she corrected, but she said it with a shy smile.

"Right, Jessie!" I chirped again.

"Let's get to class, everybody," Mr. Parker said, his eyes still looking anywhere but at me. He quickly shuffled back into the classroom.

"Okay, my happy, naked boyfriend," Sarah said, taking my hand. "We have to get to first period." She gave Chloe and Jessica one last, bossy look. "Remember what Dr. Garcia said. You can't talk about this to anyone. You'll get your official 'Care Team' passes at lunch."

Chloe and Jessica just nodded, their faces all serious.

"Okay, let's go," she said, and she started pulling me down the hall.

The hallways were already a complete disaster zone. It was like all the normal rules of walking and talking had been thrown out the window. Kids weren't moving to their next class. They were just standing in big, clumped-up groups, staring. A fresh wave of whispers and little snickers hit us, a wall of noise that made my ears ring.

"There he is!"

"I can't believe they actually made him do it."

"Look at his tight butt!"

My face got all hot, but the happy, floaty feeling from the extraction was still there, like a warm, protective bubble. I just squeezed Sarah's hand a little tighter and kept my eyes on the cracked linoleum, walking with this weird, clumsy, floppy-legged walk. My legs were still all wobbly like Jell-O.

Then I saw them. Chris and Amanda, standing right by the drinking fountains, a human roadblock in the middle of the chaos. I was so happy to see them! Chris and Amanda had been my best friends for years. We'd been a team since third grade. They would understand. Or they would... I don't know... fix it. That's what Amanda was good at. Solving problems.

My heart did this happy little pitter-pat, but it also did this nervous little jump. My two best friends. Seeing me like this. Naked. In the middle of the school hallway. With a crazy happy-go-lucky smirk on my face. I wanted to turn around and run the other way, but the happy-bliss in my legs made it hard to run. I just sort of... kept walking.

Chris's jaw was hanging open. A real, cartoon-style jaw-drop. His eyes got all big and bugged out, staring at my dangling, super-relaxed carrot. Amanda was different. Her whole face got all tight and her green eyes were like little lasers, scanning everything. The dopey, blissed-out smile on my face, the way my legs were all wobbly, the way I was holding Sarah's hand, the big, wet spot on her dress... she was putting all the little pieces together in her super-smart brain.

"What the...?" Chris finally choked out, his gaze still locked on my crotch. "Tommy? Dude? What the...?"

Amanda's hand shot out and grabbed his arm, her knuckles all white. "Shut up, Chris," she said, her voice all tight and quiet.

"Hi, guys!" Sarah chirped, totally ignoring the look of horror on Amanda's face and the total shock on Chris's. She stopped right in front of them, a big, fake, bright smile plastered on her face. "We're having a great morning, but we have to run to class!"

"Sarah, what is going on?" Amanda demanded, her green eyes boring a hole right through my girlfriend's bubbly act. She pointed a finger right at me, a sharp, jerky motion. "Why is he...?"

"Oh, Tommy!" Sarah said, letting go of my hand and draping her arm around my shoulders in this way that was both sweet and totally possessive. She gave me this little shake, making my whole body wiggle in a dopey, boneless way. "Tommy, didn't you tell your best friends in the whole wide world what's happened to you? You're not being a very good friend, keeping your condition from them."

My brain was still all mushy. I looked from her happy, smiling face to my two friends, who looked like they had just seen an alien land in the hallway. "I... uhhh... It's... the thing," I mumbled, my words all clumsy. "The... thing."

Chris just stared, his mouth still hanging open.

"He's being shy," Sarah said, patting my head. "But it's okay. I can explain. See, Tommy has been diagnosed with a very, very serious medical condition." She said the words with this big, important, hushed tone, like it was some huge, tragic news story. She looked back and forth between Chris and Amanda, making sure she had their full, undivided attention.

"T-Tommy has a condition?" Chris stammered, finally finding his voice. It cracked a little. "What... what condition?" His eyes were still wide with shock, but I could see a flicker of something else in them. Worry. He was my best friend.

But Amanda's face had gone all hard. She was like a little shark, and she could smell a lie from a mile away. "What condition, Sarah?" she asked again, her voice low and tight, her green eyes narrowed. She wasn't buying this for a second.

"It's called Toxic Male Syndrome," Sarah announced, like she was proud to know the big, important words. Mia had taught her well. "It's from the big chemical spill by the old factory a few years back. Mia's cousin, Dr. Garcia, is the lead toxicologist on the case, and she's the one who diagnosed him."

The name-drop worked on Chris. His face got all serious, the worry on it deepening. "The chemical spill? Oh, man, Tommy... That's... that's awful." But Amanda, smart, brilliant Amanda, just rolled her eyes.

"Sarah, I'm pretty sure I would have heard if some new, dangerous chemical disease was giving boys... special medical conditions." she said, her voice all cool and sharp like broken glass. She gestured a little wildly toward my naked body. "Especially a condition that apparently requires this as the treatment."

Sarah just let out this happy little giggle, like Amanda was being a silly little kid. "It's very new, and very hush-hush research. Dr. Garcia doesn't want the whole town to panic. But it's a very serious condition that affects the male reproductive system. It's extremely dangerous. The toxins build up... and if they're not drained, it can lead to a... a brain explosion!"

A brain explosion? She really laid that one on thick. Even with my bliss-mush brain, that sounded a little... off.

"A what?" Chris gasped, his eyes getting wide all over again.

"An aneurysm," Sarah corrected smoothly, like 'brain explosion' and 'aneurysm' were pretty much the same thing. "His brain could explode. But he has to stay naked for the drainage. The clothes... they can dislodge the toxins and make it worse. That's why we have to do those procedures."

"Procedures?" Amanda asked, her eyes narrowing even more. She had heard the code word. "What procedures?" Her gaze shot down to the little damp spot on the front of Sarah's dress from our little hallway cleanup.

"Emergency extractions," Sarah said, her chin jutting out defiantly. "To drain the blockage. Like we just had to do. Right before you guys got here. Chloe and Jessica even helped."

Chris's head snapped toward me, then back at Sarah. "You... you... in front of... in front of Chloe Martinez?"

A hot little zing of something shot through me. A weird mix of shame and pride that Chris knew Chloe was a girl who, like, never got in trouble. She was the definition of a goody-goody. And she had just helped drain my blockage.

"Dr. Garcia says it's better with multiple helpers," Sarah said, her matter-of-fact tone making the whole thing sound like some kind of normal, crazy group project for science class. She gave my shoulder another little squeeze. "But it's all okay. My brave, strong boyfriend is feeling much better now. Aren’t you, big guy?"

"Boyfriend!??" They both shrieked at the same time. Chris’s and Amanda’s faces were twin masks of total shock.

"Yes, boyfriend," Sarah purred, her blue eyes all sparkly and full of possessive fire. "He's all mine."

Amanda's jaw snapped shut with an audible click. This wasn't about my weird naked condition anymore. This was about me and her. It was about me and the evil, mastermind girlfriend. Amanda and Sarah hated each other. Like, really, truly hated each other.

"You're..." Amanda stammered, her face getting all red. "You're not... you can't be... you can't be going out with Tommy! He's my... my best friend!"

"He's my boyfriend," Sarah shot back, her sweet, sugary voice getting all hard and sharp. She pulled me in closer to her, her arm like a vise around my shoulders. "And he needs me. He needs my special care. A lot of it."

The hallway was starting to clear out as the final bell rang. A warning bell for the next class. We were going to be late.

"We have to go," Chris said, shaking his head like he was trying to wake up from a really weird dream. He looked at me with this big, sad, concerned-puppy-dog look that made my heart ache a little. "We'll... we'll see you at lunch?"

"Yeah, see you then," Sarah said, already pulling me away.

"Bye, guys!" I chirped, a goofy wave following my dopey smile.

Amanda just stood there, staring after us. Her whole body was all rigid, her hands balled into tight little fists at her sides. I could feel her angry, determined stare on my bare back all the way down the hall. She was a puzzle-solver. And this was her new favorite puzzle. My life was her favorite puzzle.

Sarah finally pulled me into my first-period class. English. The room was already full of kids, and when I walked in, all naked and wobbly, another wave of gasps and whispers washed over me. But the blissful, Jell-O feeling in my legs was still going strong, and it made it hard to care as much. I felt like I was in a big, warm, protective bubble.

"Alright, Tommy, Mia and Emma are here to look after you now. I have to get to my own class," Sarah said. Before she left, she leaned in close, her lips brushing against my ear. "Be a good boy for me. Let Mia and Emma help you if your blockage starts to build up again," she whispered. Then, right there in front of the whole class, she leaned in and gave me a big, dramatic smooch right on the cheek. She gave a little wave to Mia and Emma, a secret queen handing over her crown for a little while, and then flounced out the door.