“Hey man, is that you?” a male student is asking Victor Phillip, the president of the University’s student council.

When he looks to the direction the student is pointing, time suddenly slows. Sound around him is swallowed up into this hallow vacuum and his mind is an echo of horrified gasps. It’s a projected image on the brick hallway just ahead of them. A projected image of him, naked, and in the shower. He knows exactly who’s responsible for this.

His heart is slamming through his chest. He pushes and shoves through the crowd. He sees everyone looking right at him. Sees the smiles viciously bare teeth while an unmistakable sound of laughter comes spilling through voices sharply hunting his deepest vulnerabilities. That’s when he feels a hand slam on his shoulder.

Victor spins around to see Patrick and his little gang of followers.

“Why!?”

“I told you,” Patrick said. “I told you what would happen if you didn’t let us have our party, Victor.”

“You mean where another person nearly falls dead drunk!? Listen, not cool, dude,” Victor’s voice quietly retreats into a whispering shudder as Patrick and his little gang form a tight circle around him.

Victor’s stomach nearly drops when he feels one of Patrick’s goons’ hands. They’ve grabbed the front of Victor’s shorts and pull him forward. This is when the others hold his arms into place. The goon arches his eyebrow as he releases and then very calmly uses his fingers to clasp the button on his shorts and pull. It slips, almost effortlessly, through the slit. It’s when this person lifts up the head of Victor’s zipper and pulls down that he asks, “Wh-what are you doing, man!?”

As the zipper vibrates against the front of his shorts revealing the bright orange waistband of his dark underwear, Patrick says, “Well, ugh, you’re naked up there. I mean, you shouldn’t have a problem with being naked right now, right?”

“Excuse me!?”

“Strip him, boys.”

Victor struggles, but their hold on him is just too strong. His shorts get looser and then they slide down his legs. They’re yanked off his feet. Hands are curling fingers underneath the bottom of his red-and-yellow striped shirt. His toned stomach is expanding and collapsing quickly. They’re pulling and prying at his long sleeves and the front of his shirt. Stretching the fabric, pulling further in different directions, harder and faster until ripping and tearing sounds begin to send a chill through Victor. Flecks of the shirt fall to the ground as his collar is pried apart. The red and yellow becoming thinner until there’s nothing left but threads being dragged across his bare skin.

The group stops and steps away. Only enough to still have a tight circle around him and for him to see he’s got nowhere to go.

Patrick smirks at him as he has his hand out. He quickly motions his fingers up and down, signifying to give it up. Victor knows exactly what he’s referring to: his underwear.

Victor sighs as he reaches his thumbs into his waist band and quickly pulls down. The strip of pubic hair is seen first and then expands into the thickness of his uncircumcised penis.

He then cups one hand over his privates And gives Patrick his underwear.

“Don’t y’all think he needs two hands?” Patrick asks.

Victor swallows a hard gulp of air as he releases his hand from his dick and now has both hands on his last article of clothing. His cock can be seen swaying, the slit at the tip of his head peaking through the foreskin as he holds up his briefs.

Veins begin to clasp the skin and they can see he’s getting hard. As Patrick takes his underwear, he says, “Hold his arms.” They do and Patrick uses the tip of his fingers to just barely touch Victor’s dick. Victor can feel the warmth of Patrick’s fingers, the nerve endings standing on end at the light, delicate stroking of his penis. It doesn’t take long for it to expand and the head trying to escape through the foreskin getting tighter against his erection. His excited prick has a sensation running hot, the slit on the end wanting desperately to scream. And at just the moment where it begins to bounce up and down as pre-cum is salivating through the pulsating red helmet, they disperse. He can still feel the base of his dick pulsating up, his hungry penis wanting to badly release itself. His nerves tingle from both humiliation and excitement as the whole student body watches.