Henry's Exposed Adventure Ch. 05

"What? What?" the other girls were shouting out. My worst fears were realized. My undersized penis had been spotted by a bunch of girls.

"It looks like a little acorn on top of a little balloon!!" said one of the other pirate girls, as she laughed out loud, almost doubling over. I held my hands over my crotch as tightly as I could and wondered if Miss F_ would come to my rescue. But two of the pirate girls grabbed my arms and tried to pull them out and away from my body so that I wouldn't be able to cover myself. I struggled against them as best I could and was almost winning the little wrestling match when the other two pirates joined in and grabbed my arms as well. There was no fighting two pirate girls on each arm, and in an instant I was fully naked and exposed, in all my dick and balls lack of glory, before all these girls. As soon as they saw all of me, I was surprised. The giggling stopped. Silence reigned again.

Then from out of the crowd one girl said: "I thought those things were a lot bigger than that." They all erupted in laughter. Even Miss Frobisher laughed. I turned a further shade of scarlet.

"His cock is too small for a handjob. Pinky-job, maybe, but that's it."

"Hey Michelle, if you want to deep-throat him, all you have to do is pucker up your lips!"

Each of these comments elicited more laughter than the last, and with each one I turned redder and redder with shame and embarrassment. But that last comment...did that mean that Michelle liked me? That maybe she'd talked to other girls about having a crush on me? Could there be a ray of sunshine through the clouds that seemed to follow me around like old Joe Bftsplk? And speaking of clouds, the storm outside was still thundering. I prayed that I would be hit by lightning just to end this torture. The four girls were still holding my arms so that I was unable to cover up, but I summoned the courage to look Michele in the eye to see if that last comment had meant anything to her. But her gaze was focused on my naked crotch, and from what I could see of her face she was smirking. There went any chance of a relationship with her, I thought.

Finally, Miss Frobisher clapped her hands loudly, as all schoolteachers do. "Girls! Girls! Silence at once!" The girls stopped their noisemaking. "Let him go, now."

The pirate girls released their hold on me.

"You, Marla," Miss F_ continued, "go get some towels from the janitor's closet, quickly. Michelle, you go take those clothes to the laundry room and try to dry them out." As Marla and Michelle set out on their missions, Miss Frobisher turned her attention back to me. "We need to get you something to wear. Genevieve, are there any pirate uniforms left?"

"No, Miss Frobisher. We're wearing all of them."

"What's left in the costume wardrobe?"

"Just the Cinderella gown."

"That will have to do then. Go get it."

Marla came back with a few towels and Miss F_ started to towel me off. I could have done it myself, of course, but it felt nice. Then two other girls grabbed some towels, and joined in. Soon there were six female hands patting me dry. I felt a lot drier, if not a lot warmer.

Genevieve came back with what looked like a long bolt of silk. She let the hem fall away to the ground and held it up to my shoulders. "This will work."

"Put it on," Miss F_ said.

"A dress? Do I have to wear a dress?"

More laughter from the girls.

"It's all we have. You can't just walk around naked. It's bad enough to have a male loose in Grimsley Hall, but a naked male? They'll skip a groove. Put it on, I said."

I took it and, never having put a dress on before, struggled to get underneath it so that my head would come out through the right opening at the top. I succeeded, barely, and then struggled again to get my arms through those holes. All this time my minute penis and balls were on display for all the Grimsley girls because I couldn't put the dress on and cover up at the same time. Finally I got it all the way on. It was a little better than standing buck naked in front of all those Grimsley girls, but not by much. The dress was some kind of silky fabric that clung to my skin. It actually felt good on my dick because it rubbed against it whenever I moved my arms.

"It's the real you," said one of them. More laughter.

Ms. F_ leaned back and looked down at me. "Your penis, small as it is, can plainly be seen through the front of the dress. We have to fix that." She turned to the girls. "Does anyone have an extra pair of panties handy?" she asked. There was no answer. "No one? All right then, Regan come here."

Tall, sexy, long-legged Regan walked up to where I and Miss F_ were standing. I was dreading what I thought was about to happen.

"Regan, take off your panties."

The girl reached her hands underneath her skirt and lifted it up. I got a clear view of her entire panty-clad crotch. I was speechless. Her panties looked very small, feminine and pink. They were those French-cut kind that had two little strings on each side that connected the crotch part to the back. Very cute. Regan looked at me with those doe-eyes of hers, bit her lower lip in that pouty way that's so adorable and put both her hands up under her skirt and started to wiggle her hips and ass a little from side to side and then backwards and forwards. She was obviously concentrating on this effort. My full view of Regan's crotch and panties evaporated as she pulled them down because she lowered her skirt in the process. In a minute her little French panties were at her knees. She lifted one leg behind her, then the other, and pulled held them completely off. I looked back at her and she was giving me a sultry look with her eyes, twirling the little panties around her index finger. Then she put the crotch of her panties up to my face. She held it right up to my nose so that it hit me, that scent, that sweet but tangy combination that was like walking into a garden of exotic tropical flowers after a spring rain. I wanted to breather her whole body in through my nostrils. But danger lurked because her panty perfume was a certain erection-inducer, and I was on public view at the moment.

"Good girl," Miss F_ said. "Now hold them out so that Henry can step into them. Henry, do it."

This was rock bottom. I felt like a hole had opened in the earth and that my soul had fallen right into it. That would have been a blessing, in fact. Now I would not only have to wear a girl's long dress, I'd have to wear some girl's panties as well! Regan's panties too! And she was putting them on me herself! I was embarrassed as hell, but I was also, strangely, turned on. She knelt down in front of me, her face a mere two inches away from the crown of my penis, and held the panties open for me to step into. Then once I got my feet through the panties she started pulling them up for me! Up, up, and up under the silky dress, stroking the inside of my thighs all the way up. I was getting harder and harder, and then I felt her hands at my hips. She tugged the panties up so that they were extra snug against my balls. The panties actually felt nice on my balls, and I felt a bit of wetness in the fabric. Regan must have been turned on too, I thought. Between Regan's closeness and the panties I was really stiff.

"While you're there, Regan, tuck Henry's erection back so that it's not as obvious."

"Yes, Miss Frobisher."

Regan's hand went back up under my dress, up my thighs and between them. It was very sexy and I could feel myself tingling below the waist. Then she pulled the front of my panties down and reached in to grab my dick - pretty forcefully, actually. She moved it so that it pointed down and then pointed it backward. I looked up and saw that Michelle was back, and she'd seen the whole thing with Regan putting a pair of girl's panties on me and adjusting my dick once I was in them.

"I think his penis is in the proper position now, Miss Frobisher," Regan said.

"Thank you dear. You can step back now."

Regan smirked and winked at me, and then stood up to return to the other girls. As she walked away, she made a move to scratch her butt, which involved lifting her little Grimsley skirt and making sure I got a good look at her panty-less ass. Damn that was sexy, but I still couldn't believe that I'd just switched panties with her.

I could hear the other girls giggling uncontrollably. "It's not every girl that gives her panties to her boyfriend," one of them said.

"Yeah!" another one blurted out, "but not to wear!" The girls started laughing at my expense again.

But Michele wasn't laughing. She had an unmistakable look of sympathy for me and my naked plight.

Miss F_ then turned to the Grimsely students.

"You've had enough fun at poor Henry's expense, now, girls, so let's settle down. This a teachable moment. As you can see," she said, lifting up my dress to expose my panty-clad penis to the girls, Henry is tucked back so that he's not as visible up front. But he's fully erect, and his penis is trying to burst through his panties. When you begin your female-led relationships with men, I want you all to remember this experience."

I could feel my skin crawling with embarrassment and shame at what Miss Frobisher was doing to me in front of all these girls, including my would-be girlfriend. If anyone had told me at breakfast today that East Point's sexiest teacher would be exposing my erect penis, bent back in a pair of girl's panties to bunch of teenage Grimsley girls while I was wearing a long, silky Cinderella gown, I'd have told him he was crazy. Just before I punched him, that is.

"Now Henry's position in front of all of you, dressed as he is, is the paradigm of our phallocentric civilization. On one hand, that civilization is founded on the myth that it was the female who brought evil into the world and got us all kicked out of the Garden of Eden, so women are disrespected and even hated because of the bigoted, misogynistic rantings of a bunch of Bronze Age nomads. Despite that, all the heterosexual males that you'll meet in the world will devote most of their waking hours, even their lives, trying to get into your panties." She turned and looked at me. "Henry's done that in one afternoon, so he should be proud."

The girls then laughed, with a few claps thrown in, and even a wolf whistle, believe it or not. I didn't even know how to wolf whistle.

A lot of what Miss Frobisher was saying went right over my head, but I thought I got the basic idea. She was training these girls to control their men. The panties were tight, but they felt a little bit sexy, I'll confess.

"Girls, if someone tells you the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, don't believe it. It is always, and always has been, through the penis. That doesn't mean that you should be unnecessarily mean to men or to their penises. Sometimes, that's part of the play that you'll be engaged in with your male. Femdom, cock-and-ball torture and orgasm denial all have their proper place in a female-led relationship. But on those rare occasions when you allow his penis freedom you must lavish attention on it. Love it as a mother would a lost child. And Henry here would likely be your smallest child."

Here the girls all giggled again at my expense.

"Control the penis and you control the man. As we've seen, Henry is rather far below average in penile dimensions, but you mustn't overlook the benefits of the small-penised male. First, only idiot girls want men with ten-inch cocks. The real world is not a porn film. Something that big would bruise your cervix. Second, anal sex with a man whose penis is small is much more pleasurable. The anus has almost as many nerve endings around it as the labia and the scrotum. Our world is sex-obsessed and men are particularly obsessed with the size of their penises. Every year men spend more money trying to lengthen their penises than some countries' entire public health care budgets. If women learn to appreciate and enjoy small penises, everyone will save a lot of money, men in particular. Finally, as Henry here is demonstrating, feminization is much easier with a small penised male.

"We have an excellent practical study opportunity here. Henry is suffering with an unrelieved erection, and you girls need to learn how to handle that situation. Who knows what's appropriate for a male in this condition?"

"A hand job?" asked one.

"A blow job?" asked another.

"Either one would do," Miss F_ said, "although if you're pressed for time, or in less than suitable physical surroundings, the hand job is generally preferable. Do we have any volunteers?"

All the hands went up.

"Let's see..." Miss F_ said, "how about...you, Michelle."

Oh man. My prospective girlfriend was about to jerk me off in front of all these girls. While I was in a dress. And wearing french cut girl's panties. But despite all the shame and humiliation I felt, my erection had subsided not one bit. If anything, the panties made me harder.

Michelle came up to me and started to feel my crotch through the dress. She moved around, putting her hand down the neck of the gown and pinching my left nipple before doing the same with my right. She was breathing heavily on my neck and nibbling my ear. Soon she was behind me, lifting up the gown to get at my panty-trapped dick, kissing my neck all the way around. I let out an involuntary moan.

"See how she keeps him focused? Remember this girls," Miss F_ said. "Michelle is very skilled."

By this time my dress was hiked up all the way to my waist, and my panties were on display to the entire female audience. Michelle reached around from behind me, into my panties and pulled my dick out. She did not pull the panties down, though, which was cool because they felt so good on my balls. Then I felt her other hand reach underneath and between my legs, pushing the panties aside and getting underneath them. I felt a finger - a thumb maybe? - probing around my asshole, while her other fingers started twiddling the panties, right beneath my ballsack. All the while, she was stroking my dick with her other hand. All of a sudden I felt a sharp pressure in my asshole and my hips jerked forward. I was coming, and it was taking me by surprise. I was to learn that this was called "milking" the prostate, and fingering that organ through the asshole could bring on ejaculation even if you weren't hard. Wow.

I was hard, though, and I started to jut my hips back and forth as the bolts of semen shot out of my dick and onto the floor. She kept stroking my cock vigorously as she pressed on my prostate. There was one spurt, then a second, then a third, almost as strong, and unbelievably, a fourth. I thought I was done, but then the pleasing pain in my ass (literally) started again, and more semen felt like it was being forced through me. I ejaculated a fifth time, very powerfully, and she kept right on jerking my cock, more and more furiously. This was followed by a sixth really good ejaculation. She increased the pressure on my prostate even more, and a seventh spurt flew out of my dickhole. The feeling was unbelievable. Usually the intensity of my ejaculations subsided a lot after the second spurt, and I usually only got four spurts max before I was finished. But here I was, up to number seven...and... Oooohhh eight!! and each one was intense as the first. More pressure, and I could feel more semen issuing, but it was dribbling out, not spurting. I didn't know whether I felt better that she stopped because it was so intense, or whether I wished she continued because it was so intense. She then let go of my dick and pulled her finger out of my asshole. She pulled my panties back up and straightened them out for me. They were wet and sticky with my own cum, as well as Regan's cunt juices.

When she pulled her hands back I felt completely weak at the knees and unsupported, and I just crumpled down to the floor to try to recover.

Just at that moment, one of the pirate girls ran into the room with a worried look. She went right up to Ms. F_ and told her that the storm had knocked out the bridge on Route 19. That, I knew, was the only way back to East Point. If the bridge was out, we wouldn't be able to leave Grimsley tonight.

"The phone lines are down as well, so we can't even make a call," the young pirate-dressed girl said.

Oh shit, I thought. If I thought things couldn't get worse, this changed my mind.

"Well, looks like we're stuck here for the night, Henry. But we're in deep shit. We have figure out what to do with you," Miss F_ said.

From my position on the floor I looked up and said I didn't quite understand.

"An overnight male visitor at Grimsley Hall? That is unprecedented, and if anyone were to find out about it...Let's just say there'd be hell to pay. There are no private rooms at Grimsley Hall, Henry, and every bed is occupied. I can share a bed with someone, but a male? Hmmm. Where are we going to put you?"

"Why don't we put him in our room?" Michelle said. She and Regan and Alessandra shared a larger, 3-bed dorm room. "My bed is one of the old extra-wide models. It can fit two, although it's pretty cozy. He can sleep with me!"

I couldn't believe my ears. Michelle was actually suggesting that I sleep with her? Even though I'd just been vigorously wacked off from behind by her, the thought of it made blood rush once again to my groin.

"Do you realize what you're asking, young lady?" Miss Frobisher asked. "A boy sleep in your room? With one of the Grimsley girls? In her bed? If any parents found out, well, it doesn't bear thinking about."

"No, it won't be a problem," Michelle said.

"Why not?"

"Because our Male Subjugation class just finished a special project on castration and quasi-castration devices!" Michelle said, all smiles. "And Nurse Wrench is in today, so she'll be stuck here too. She's medically qualified to do the work!"

Male subjugation class? Castration devices! Holy shit! And she was all smiles about it!! Did that mean that the price a male had to pay for staying overnight at Grimsley was castration? And a nurse was here to do it?!? Oh my god...oh my god...I was really in deep shit.