Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2020 17:55:08 +0000
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: A Series Embarrassing Events - chapter twelve

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction that contains graphic sexual
content. It is purely for entertainment so please enjoy safely and
legally. Resemblances to real people, places and events is unintentional
(but would be really cool).


A Series of Embarrassing Events
Chapter Twelve: The Art of the Feel


FRIDAY 27TH NOVEMBER 2020

The three weeks since meeting Mr Godeita - aka Mason - had flown by.

Noah's dad had flown back to the USA and Noah had mostly managed to avoid
further humiliation; the comments about his hairlessness continued but Noah
took them good-naturedly. When he thought about how he'd worried his
underwear exposure on the dance floor at the Halloween party could be the
worst thing that happened, Noah almost laughed. Hardly any comments were
made about it in light of his new bald look from head to toe.

Jamie had avoided a repeat tryst but Noah lived in hope and Noah had had
had also had repeat fumbles with Matty and Ronan (separately) but nothing
more exciting than mutual masturbation.

Noah indulged fantasies of bringing the boys together and seeing what
happened but there was a spanner in the works - Toby. Toby was still his
best friend but Noah knew excuses when he heard them and he was hearing
them a lot - excuses not to hang out, excuses not to do homework
together...

While Noah was secure in his sexuality, it didn't take a genius (and Noah
was borderline) to figure out that Toby was not secure. They had only
fooled around once, over three months ago now, and like typical boys it
took them a while to talk about things. When they eventually talked about
it last month, Toby had said he didn't think he was gay but he was
confused.

They hadn't talked about it again since.

Noah and Toby still hung out as friends but there was always someone else
along to chaperone. Noah was a little hurt that Toby didn't feel
comfortable being alone around him anymore. Noah also felt a pang of guilt
that he hadn't tried to talk to his friend - his best friend - about how he
was feeling and how he was dealing with this conflicted sexuality. Toby
could probably use a friend to talk to if he was still confused and full of
doubt. Noah had been selfishly exploring his own adventures (or
misadventures) while Toby struggled. Toby had said he wanted to forget and
move one – but had he done either of these things? Toby was sullen,
withdrawn and moody and if it wasn't about maybe or maybe-not being gay,
then what was it about?

It was Friday afternoon and Noah knew he would be busy with his first EMARP
over the weekend so it was now or never and he had put it off long
enough. He had to talk to Toby – even though Toby didn't want to. Noah
thought he was being a good friend by giving Toby the opportunity to open
up.





The boys were in their usual lunchtime huddle but luckily Noah's other
mates were distractedly in the midst of a very serious conversation.

"When you think about it, hyperspace is a much more efficient way of
travelling," Matty argued.

"It's also a much more fictional way of travelling," Samir responded.

"And warp drive isn't?" Matty replied animatedly.

Ronan opened his mouth to say something by was interrupted.

<<No, no, no, light speed is too slow! We're gonna have to go right
to... Ludicrous Speed!>>

"Hyperspace is embarrassing. You... what? Enter some kind of other space
somehow, give me a break," Sam reported passionately.

"It's another dimension, asshole. Han Solo can do it," Matty countered.

"You know Star Wars isn't a documentary, right?" Ronan added neutrally.

"Neither is Star Trek and the rubbish warp drive nonsense," Matty said with
a grin.

"You take that back," Sam replied as if insulted.

<<Theoretically warp drive was described by Miguel Alcubierre in the
nineteen-nineties. You stretch space-time in a wave to cause the fabric of
space in front of you to contract and the space behind to expand. Like
surfing a wave; you move because space itself is moving.>>

"I'm not saying that," Ronan said.

<<And you can travel superluminally because you're not actually moving
through space-time faster than the speed of light and the restriction
doesn't apply to the expansion of space-time itself.>>

"You're not saying what?" Sam asked bewilderedly.

"Eh... I'm not saying you're both wrong but maybe we should just come up
with an infinite improbability drive," Ronan covered while cursing the
invisible intrusion.

"I'll get the really hot tea," Mateo agreed.

The conversation continued...

"Do you have any idea what they're talking about?" Noah asked Toby.

"Mateo is pro-Wars, Sam is pro-Trek and neither the twain shall meet," Toby
replied with the glint of a smile.

"I've been meaning to ask... Are you ok? Is anything wrong?" Noah asked.

"Fine. Why wouldn't I be? Nothing's wrong," Toby answered too quickly.





"...exotic matter? Do you hear yourself?"

"Have you figured things out yet?" Noah asked quietly, trying to tune out
the others.

Toby's face grew serious and annoyed and he blushed too, looking to see if
Matty, Samir or Ronan had overheard the question. He didn't want them
asking: "figured what out?"

"Shhh" Toby admonished; "No. Yes. There's nothing to figure out," Toby
insisted.

Noah thought he was helping. It would be hard to talk about your feelings
and sometimes all it took was someone to care enough to ask. This was not
one of those times.

"...because you'd need an energy source equivalent to the mass of Jupiter,
dumbass..."

"Toby, I'm trying to help," Noah said softly.

"Then go help yourself. Chat up Mateo. Or Ronan seems kind of gay too,"
Toby said hostilely.

Noah's jaw almost dropped.

"So, what if he is? I am and Matty's bisexual and so what?" Noah demanded.

Toby flashed a look at the other three boys in their group - they were
chatting, laughing and pushing each other and Toby was stuck having this
sucky conversation.

"Nothing is wrong with it for you guys but I believe in something you
don't," Toby answered; "It doesn't matter anyway; I prayed and I asked for
help and I know what I'm doing now."

"Toby, I thought it might help you to talk?" Noah offered patient,
hopefully even.

"I don't need your help, Noah. The Torah says..." Toby stopped short of
reciting Leviticus.

"Yea? Remind me what it says, Toby," Noah said tightly but still sotto
voiced.

Toby could see Noah was insulted.

"I said I wanted to forget about what happened. I regret it and I want to
forget it," Toby insisted.

"Then why are you..." Noah started to reply through gritted teeth.

He stopped himself - Toby was his best friend and either he wasn't gay or
bi or anything else in which case he really did regret what happened and
wanted to forget it or Toby was gay or bi or something else and wasn't
ready to deal with it.

"You know what? This isn't my problem. I wanted to talk because I thought
you weren't ok but since you are totally fine, I guess there's nothing to
say," Noah said (sounding like a bit of a dick, to be honest).





Noah didn't need to speak sarcastically to load his words with
sarcasm. Toby knew it too but he ignored it because he knew he'd just
missed an opportunity to talk about what was in his heart and he'd blown
it. He wasn't ok, not at all. Noah known that and been good enough to ask
and Toby had thrown it back in Noah's face.

Noah turned away from Toby and shuffled closer to the rest of the group.

"Oh, fuck off! You're making this up. Euclidean geometry doesn't work like
that..." Mateo said, now sounding exasperated with the conversation about
fictional space travel.

"What are you guys talking about?" Noah asked with forced levity.

"Space travel. I think wormholes are a nice compromise..." Ronan tried to
say.

"They require extra dimensions just like captain Han So-stupid here," Samir
interrupted.

"This all sounds very complicated," Noah contributed; "Can't I just ride my
bike?"

The three boys looked at Noah like he was an idiot.

"Yea, sure thing Noah. Wolf 359 is only 2.39 parsecs away, average bike
speed is say 15 mph..." Samir said sardonically.

Ronan was doing the maths in his head, rounding numbers to make them easier
to work with, while Matty added with equal sarcasm:

"It should only take you... hmm, let's see... carry the one..."

<<Time equals distance divided by velocity. One parsec is 3.25 light years
times 5.88 trillion miles; 19 trillion miles times 2.4 parsecs; 45.5
trillion miles divide by 15 MPH...>>

"About three trillion hours," Ronan supplied.

Samir and Matty's eyes popped out and even Ronan had surprised
himself. Ronan was best known for being distracted and distant – he was
heading for an awkward parents evening about his grades – but he was
actually very clever when he put his mind to it. One of his minds anyway.

"Did you do that sum in your head?" asked Noah, sounding very impressed.

Ronan shrugged while Samir broke out the calculator.

"Three trillion hours is about three hundred and forty thousand years by
the way," Samir told them

"I'm gonna need to get going then," Noah giggled.

The boys all laughed while Toby sulked behind the rest of the group. The
others hadn't noticed – or pretended not to - but Noah was still acutely
aware of him and felt a stab of guilt that he hadn't made things better and
he'd probably made them worse.





Noah decided to tell Daniel about his plans for the EMARP after school. He
had stripped, put on a washing, prepared dinner and done most of his
homework by dinner time. Jamie had his own dinner plans with friends which
worked out well for Noah, who wanted to talk to Dan alone.

"And what in the name of Satan is EMARP?" Dan asked.

"It stands for Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing. I found the events on
Sextr..." Noah said; "It involves scenarios with naked models or actors and
people come along to watch."

Dan looked at Noah pensively for a long time.

"Well that sounds fine and not at all the kind of thing a child molester
would use to groom boys," Daniel said dryly.

Noah couldn't tell if his brother was taking the piss or being serious –
probably a bit of both, using sarcasm to buy himself time to think.

"I'm not a child," Noah protested.

"But you are a boy," Dan retorted.

"How many times have you tricked or encouraged me to be naked in front of
strangers?" Noah asked.

"That's different. I've always been around, watching over
things... planning for if things go wrong," Daniel admitted.

"Dan, I've planned this. I want to do it," Noah said and hoped he didn't
sound like a whiny kid; "Look, I'm telling you because I want you to know
not because I'm asking for permission."

"What does it involve exactly? This role-playing thing?" Daniel asked.

Noah opted not to get into the diversity of the available scenarios ran by
Mr Godetia and revealed only the upcoming role.

"I'm going to be a life model in an exhibition and people are going to look
at me," Noah said.

"Naked," Dan said.

"Yes. I'm going to be naked," Noah agreed.

"Sound like exactly the kind of thing you'd do in real life never mind a
staged environment," Dan said eventually.

Noah giggled and replied, "It's staged in a converted school that's now a
studio. I promise to tell you how things go, good or bad."

"I'm glad you told me and I know you'll be careful," Dan said; "But be
careful."





SATURDAY 28TH NOVEMBER 2020

Noah got the bus that took him to the edge of the city. Mr Godetia (Mason)
had given him an address for the Refined Arts Workshop and Studio. The RAW
(as Mason took to calling it) was the official name for the centre of
exhibition that hosted EMARP events.

Explicit Mass Attendance Role Playing event's had themes and Mason claimed
the guest list could accommodate triple digits but Noah didn't know if that
was a lot or not. The RAW was located at a site in Noblehill - a small town
near the boundary between the city of Dukesbridge and the adjacent large
town of Dukeskettle.

The RAW was a publicly credible face for a studio that specialised in
hosting bawdy, risquι and downright lewd events. Noah had no idea just
how specialised the studio was, he was too distracted by the premise Mason
had shared with him. Today, Noah had been invited to a faux gallery in
which he would be a live exhibit.

Noah didn't understand what that exactly what that would involve but Mason
told Noah that the fewer details he knew, the better. It would make his
reactions more real and therefore more entertaining for the audience.

After getting off the bus, Noah found himself on a B-road and five minutes
later, on his left-hand side the RAW emerged. The grounds were fenced and
inside was a mixture of grass and tarmac, indeed a road wound behind the
building where the faηade Noah couldn't see simulated a main street. But
that was for a different adventure.

The Refined Arts Workshop and Studio was a converted Primary School and sat
far back from the fence through which Noah was now gazing. The RAW was L
shaped, extending backwards along the left wall from Noah's vantage
point. It looked benign and unremarkable from the outside and Noah was
reassured that at least passers-by could not see anything from here so
there would be no accidental exposure.

Noah found a gate that was open and walked in, reaching what he assumed was
the main door - large double door that swung into a foyer with a boxy
reception looked like a hangover from the original school.

"Can I help you?" asked the man at reception.





He was handsome, early twenties, nice eyes and had a deep but placid voice.

"I'm here to... well, I'm looking for Mason. Mr Godetia," Noah added lamely
as if the man wouldn't know.

"Ok, and who are you?" the man asked.

"Noah. My name is Noah."

Noah waited just outside reception and felt like a naughty schoolboy
waiting to see the Head Teacher. Mason didn't keep him long and emerged in
trousers, and a shirt that hugged his nice physique and making him look
lean and sexy.

"Hello, Noah. Nervous?" Mason asked.

"I don't know," Noah confessed.

Mason chuckled; "C'mon, I'll show you around."

They stepped past the reception area to where Noah could see a series of
doors but it was the sign that caught his attention. Noah chuckled at it.

"Over eighteen's only?" Noah said with a titter. "Does that include the
actors?"

Mason smiled tightly and then laughed a little too easily. He could see how
smart Noah was and knew the time would not be long in coming when that
would be a problem.

"Your character is sixteen, Noah," Mason said gently. "The audience won't
want you to break character."

Mason led Noah to the first in a series of large double doors that opened
into a very large open-plan arena: it was absolutely enormous. Looking to
his left, Noah saw a stage and realised he was standing in what was once
the assembly hall of the school.

"When we bought this place, we adapted most of the internal walls so they
can be moved or removed to created bigger or smaller spaces, depending on
the scenarios we're hosting," Mason explained. "We left load-bearing
structures in place but it made nearly eighty percent of the ground floor
into one big room, as you can see now."

Noah was intimidated by the size of the place and tried to imagine what it
would look like filled with people and how he would feel once he was naked
within the crowded expanse. At the moment it looked almost like an art
gallery with pictures on easels, statues on columns and podiums that were
empty.

It really did look like an art gallery set up for a special exhibition –
well that was certainly true. There was perhaps ten people still setting
things up but they gave Mason room to do his thing.

"You said you can make the space bigger or smaller for different
scenarios... like what?" Noah asked.





"Well, scenarios like the art gallery today mean we need to open up a large
arena for the exhibition," Mason explained. "A scenario set in an office
means we divide the space into smaller rooms. We have a popular scenario
involving an actor who thinks he's alone in the office, gets naked for some
alone time but then he is caught by his colleagues."

"Why?" Noah asked – though he'd seen porn with scenarios just like it.

"It's called role play, Noah. EMARP is mass attendance role playing. Our
actors aren't the only one's playing a part, the attendees are too in a
way. You get a kick out of nudity in a crowded room and they get a kick out
of the exhibitionism," Mason expanded.

"You mentioned a hospital scenario, right?" Noah asked nervously.

Noah was imagining an enema in front of a room full of people – it
wasn't the kind of thing he'd be into.

"Oh yea. They're great. They're the reason we extended the building. It
used to be a long rectangular structure, we expanded to make it L shaped
and give us more flexibility," Mason spoke excitedly. "We did an emergency
room scenario where the patient, played by an actor, losses all his clothes
in an accident and has to go to the reception to wait. The audience are
crowded in the reception with the poor naked actor and other actors
escalate things."

Mason chuckled, clearly enjoying himself but watching carefully to ensure
Noah was not panicking. Mason wondered if Noah would ask how things
escalate when the other actors get involved; he was reluctant to tell Noah
that the hospital scenario had ended with the actors fucking in front of
the audience.

"So, what do I need to do today?" Noah asked.

"You are going to strip naked and stand on a podium for us. This is a nice
gentle introduction for you which will introduce you to the audience,"
Mason said benignly. "You get show off and attendees get to feedback how
much the love you; then, in the future, we can negotiate between the kind
of EMARP you want to be a part of the kind of thing they want to see."





Noah didn't reply but wandered around the gallery to get a better look at
the set up. Two handsome lads walked past with portraits of nude men in
their hands, laughing between themselves but still not interrupting Mason's
sensitive work with the new boy.

Mason watched him, giving Noah space and was cautious not to overwhelm or
frighten the boy who was going to be a sure hit. Noah approached an archway
that had been erected with pillars on both sides and the arch
overhead. Between the pillars was a painting of a very attractive young man
who was of course naked. Noah wasn't sure how old the object of the
painting was but he looked early twenties.

"That was a piece done by one of our attendees. A lot of the art in here
was been rendered by someone who attended past events and was inspired by
them," Mason enthused; "They donate the artwork in exchange for shares, we
sell it and reinvest in the RAW."

Noah looked at Mason, realising that the facade as a Refined Art Workshop
(and studio) was not entirely fictional. Mason was running a business and
Noah would do well to remember that Mr Godetia was going to make money off
his nudity.

"Are you ok, Noah?" Mason asked.

"Yea. I'm just taking everything in," Noah answered.

"Are you ready to take things off?" Mason replied.

Noah was not led back to the reception and main entrance but rather through
the exhibition area and towards, Mason explained, the west wing. The west
wing was just a name for the extension to the original building. It wasn't
until Noah was almost at the door that he realised how bright the
exhibition room was; there was a skylight but also windows that lined
almost half the wall opposite where he had entered the hall. Outside Noah
could see the side of the property that he couldn't see from the front of
the building - it looked like a street.

"Oh, that's popular too. When we extended, we made a faux high street,"
Mason told Noah as the stepped into the west wing. "We use it to make
outdoor scenarios like a stag party gone wrong; the model is tumbled out of
a stag-bus naked and then the passers-by see him..."





Noah could imagine how exciting it would feel to be exposed in the middle
of a busy street in town. Noah was led a few doors down and directed into a
comfortable changing room.

"My very own dressing room?" Noah gushed melodramatically.

Mason chuckled closed the door so they could speak privately.

"The event will only last a couple of hours," Mason started.

Noah's eyes bulged at the idea of being starkers in a room full of
strangers for two hours.

"Your role is as a live model, Noah. You can change your pose when you
like, I would advise every twenty minutes to half an hour so you don't get
sore," Mason suggested.

Noah was starting to feel excited by the scenario.

"Should I cover up or do I need to let everyone see... everything?" Noah
asked.

"If you want to cover your groin, it would be better to start with that
pose and move on to full exposure. The podium you're on means people can
walk around you and see your ass too," Mason laughed softly.

"Are they going to touch me?" Noah asked.

"Touching is not expressly forbidden but not without invitation or
permission from you, ok?" Mason reassured him.

"What if I... get hard?" Noah enquired.

"Great!" Mason answered; "Life models are usually discouraged for obvious
reasons but we tend to be more avant-garde. In your role as a life model in
a buys art gallery, throwing a boner would be very embarrassing. Attendees
love that."

"Ok. If I need to ask anything else..." Noah started to ask.

"I'll be around. I'll not be by your side the whole time but if you need
me, I'll be around the gallery," Mason asserted the scenario.

All that was left now, was for Noah to get naked.





Noah was left alone for the task. He hung up his jacket and pulled off his
jumper, shoes and socks. His skinny, hairless ankles poked out the bottom
of his dark blue denims. There was no point delaying things so Noah dropped
them too and folded or hung up everything while he stood around in his
black Y-front underpants (the piping of the Y, the legs and the waistband
was bright blue).

It felt strange being in a new place, almost naked and soon to be totally
naked and he didn't know what to expect yet. What Noah hadn't expected was
someone to walk into his changing room without knocking. Noah was like a
deer in headlights as he was caught in just his pants by the stranger - a
tallish, tanned, bleached-blonde lad in his late teens or early twenties.

"Hi, I'm Nic. Mason said he forgot to leave you a robe?" Nic said.

"Oh... ok..." Noah replied with a blush.

The robe was over Nic's arm and he dutifully presented it to help Noah put
it on. Noah didn't know where the scenario began and wondered if the young
man was his first encounter with the audience or another actor. Noah felt
stupid asking and didn't want to ruin the set-up so he didn't ask.

"You can't put it on with those on," Nic told Noah; the young man pulled
the robe away and eyed Noah's briefs.

Noah felt Nic's eyes as he humiliatingly pushed his underpants down and
stepped out of them. Nic saw Noah's tight little ass and wished he hadn't
worn such tight trousers because his dick was getting fatter at the sight
of the naked new boy. Noah put his pants into the locker with the rest of
his clothes and turned back to face Nic.

Nic hadn't expected Noah to be hairless - he was smooth all over and it was
fucking hot - and his little penis poked out from his groin with two nice
testicles suspended underneath. Noah blushed as he exposed his penis to Nic
and he slid his arms into the robe that Nic held up for him. Noah wanted to
explain he had been shaved on his birthday four weeks ago but it was
embarrassing that a month later he was still looked smooth because his hair
was so downy and fair - Noah himself could only feel stubble if he stroked
his skin. Noah tied the robe but saw his scrawny chest was exposed and his
legs from the knee down remained bare to the world too.

"I'll show you the way," Nic told him.





Noah followed, closing the door behind him that Mason assured was very
secure. Noah followed Nic who, a few seconds later, opened the door into
the exhibition area. The noise hit Noah, surprising him that so many people
could have arrived in the short time since he'd left. How long had it been
since he left the gallery?

Noah entered the room and Nic again led the way. Noah could see people
looking at him, checking out his legs and admiring his exposed chest. They
wove through the room until they were almost in its centre.

Noah hadn't really considered how this scenario would play out; he hadn't
anticipated having to strip in front of everyone. Noah knew he'd be naked
but taking clothes off – participating in his moment of exposure - was
another level to his mortification.

Noah hadn't expected north of one hundred people to be around to see him
naked in public. He hadn't really thought about how he'd feel to be seen by
all those people. They were all men too, which Noah liked but it meant his
penis might like it too.

Noah's penis filled and pushed just a little, expanding by half an inch.

"This is you, stand up on the podium," Nic insisted.

Not everyone was watching - some were still browsing the artwork around the
room. The podium had two steps up to a circular disk that was about three
quarters of a metre in diameter. The elevation ensured Noah was visible
across the room, though anyone who wanted a good look at his bum or his
privates would need to come closer. Noah stepped up and stood with his feet
hips-width apart.

"Ok Noah, give me the robe," Nic demanded.

Noah untied the robe and it flapped open, barely exposing him until he
slipped it off his shoulders and it landed in a heap at his feet. Noah was
now naked in front of the crowded room.

The teenager dropped his hands to cover his three-inch penis and testicles
but he felt a flutter of excitement as Nic brushed his legs while removing
the robe from the scene. Noah looked down and saw the young man grin,
clearly enjoying himself - whatever his role in this was.

Looking around, Noah could see instant interest being paid to his cupped
genitals and the pert mounds of his buttocks. Looking down, his genitals
were covered but it was still humiliatingly obvious that he was flaccid and
hairless.





"Noah is our latest live model," said Mason, who materialised from the
throng.

"A little nervous, are we?" asked a moustachioed gentleman.

Noah nodded but everyone was warm and friendly and curious and
respectful. He was treated like a genuine model - a nude exhibit. Well, he
was certainly being exhibited. After a while, Noah shuffled his feet to
adjust his stance and a while later, he stopped clamping his testicles with
both hands – now just one hand.

There was a surge of interest as his penis took a step closer to being
revealed. His free hand hung limply at his side and a while later, Noah
lifted that arm to expose his hairless armpit much to the delight of
everyone passing by.

"This is Noah's first time as a live model. He's sixteen and is interested
in exploring Art and Sculpture in the future. We can see he has agreed to
reveal himself in fine detail in an effort to understand the experience of
modelling," Mr Godetia said officiously.

Noah felt like he'd been teasing the audience - his penis was still covered
by one hand but the sight was improving every second. However, it was Mr
Godetia who was really teasing the audience with a description of Noah's
character created specifically for the scenario.

The age of the attendees was everything from late teens to forties or
fifties. Noah wondered if his youth was that part of the appeal, or did
they assume Mr Godetia was lying and that he was older? Did the audience
think the mid-teen age was part of his act?

Noah cast his eyes across the crowd and was excited by the sheer number of
people surrounding his naked body. He was naked in a bustling room of
strangers and it was exhilarating.

Noah guessed he had been standing for over half an hour when he decided to
make his move; the moment came and Noah shifted his footing again and took
his hand away from his dick. One hand remained behind his head to expose
his pathetic armpit and his hairless groin was revealed too - his penis was
unobscured while his other hand floated at his side.

Noah felt more eyes on him than ever and he was happy to get to much
attention. People came and went, some lingered as if memorising his
nakedness and other passed by and returned multiple times. Noah was the
main feature in the gallery and there was no escaping that he was the
centre of attention.

Noah didn't see them coming, the first time he was aware of them was when
one said:

"Oh my fucking god."

"Is that Noah?"





Four boys aged sixteen or seventeen stepped forward, parting the front row
of a crowd, until they were right in front of Noah's naked and exposed
body. The height of his podium meant that the observer's eye level was
between Noah's bellybutton and his nipples.

Noah blushed because he knew all four boys! One of them was Dural – a
boy from school - who had teased his shaved crotch in the showers. Dural's
best friend Jasper stood beside him and their mutual comrade's Damien and
Ramon (Ram) stood equally agog. Dural and Jasper were peers at Noah's
school but he knew Damien and Ram from after school social activities. Noah
and his friends sometimes got their asses kicked at football by this
athletic quartet of friends.

Noah recalled that attendees were supposed to be eighteen and he felt a
nagging sense of doubt about Mason Godetia. However, whatever Mason's
intentions, Noah got exactly what he wanted out of the arrangement. He got
to exhibit and expose himself to adoring an audience in a safe way.

Noah remained in his pose while the expression of the boys fluctuated
through denial, anger, bargaining, depression and... no wait, that's the
stages of grief. The boy's expressions included: surprise, delight, humour,
proxy-shame and pity.

"Oh my god, it is Noah," said Ram.

"Why are you naked?" asked Jasper.

"Check out his ass. Wow!" Damien proclaimed.

"Well, if it isn't the hairless wonder?" mocked Dural.

There was quite a crowd gathering and they seemed quite taken by the
spectacle of Noah being discovered by boys he knew. It only made Noah more
embarrassed but he remained still with one hand behind his head and his
penis on full display.

"Do you boys know the live model posing for us today?" asked a young man.

"We go to school with him," Dural indicated himself and Jasper.

There was a ripple of laughter and excitement from the crowd of at least
thirty men lingering nearby and the number was growing.

"And we know him from after school events," Ram chipped in for himself and
Damien; "Never thought he'd do something like this after school."

"I thought you'd be bigger," ridiculed Damien.

"Look at his pathetic hairless armpit," Ram said meanly.

"He's not got any hair and I've really checked," Dural derided.

"I think he looks beautiful," Jasper complimented.

"Pretty as a picture," Dural agreed; "Now there's an idea, can we take a
picture?"





This hadn't really occurred to Noah - he had seen photography and artwork
of past models around the room but not considered that he might be
photographed today. No-one else had taken out a camera phone to take snaps
of him. Surely they wouldn't allow boys he knew to take naked photos of
him.

"Go for it, boys," encouraged someone in the horde of horny men.

"Yea, Dural. Get picture," Jasper egged his best friend on.

Dural took out his phone and Noah heard the shutter sound effect of
pictures being taken.

"You can totally tell his armpit is hairless in that picture," Damien said
as he looked over Dural's shoulder.

"That's not all you can tell is hairless," mocked Ram.

Ram approached the step of the podium but did not ascend; he did reach over
and point emphatically at Noah's hairless penis and scrotum. More
pictures. Noah heard the camera noises even as his balls were laid to rest
in Ram's hand. Noah reminded himself this was not a legitimate gallery and
he was not really a live model – he was an actor in a massive
role-playing event. He hoped this was all part of the scenario. As Ram
stepped back, he gave Noah's penis a tug.

If touching was a faux pas, it was ignored by the enthralled men in
attendance. Noah felt his dick swell a little, pushing it past four inches
in a matter of seconds. Noah willed it to stop - the last thing he wanted
was to be erect while on display to the room full of strangers.

"Does it get any bigger, wee man?" asked a man in his thirties.

He wasn't insulting the size of Noah's penis with the question, "wee man"
was an affectionate moniker dispensed in a friendly Glasgow accent by a man
with big brown eyes.

"Do you want to see?" Dural asked as he indicated the phone.

Dural stepped to the bottom of the podium and turned the phone for Noah to
see the screen. Dural swiped through the humiliating pictures of Noah's
nudity and despite himself, Noah became more aroused.





The growing crowd (now at least sixty), the teasing, the fact his peers had
taken pictures, his hairless skin detecting soft blows of air conditioning
on his ankles and buttocks – it was all leading to a swell of
excitement.

The crowd gasped as Noah got harder and when Dural spotted it, he stepped
back to take more embarrassing pictures of the sixteen-year-old with a
full-blown boner. When his cock was fully engorged it measured at over six
inches - impressive for a schoolboy. Noah knew worse was still to come, for
his cock was messy and immediately started leaking.

Long and gloopy strands of pre-cum stretched from Noah's cock, stretching
and then detaching until it hit is toes; then it leaked all over
again. Noah quivered but the shutter sound effect of Dural's camera was a
potent reminder of his exposure before a room full of clothed men all
contemplating his nudity.

The Glasgow man put his fingers under the stream of precum and then ate the
sticky secretion with a happy grin.

"You're the smoothest boy I've ever seen," the man said. "Do you shave your
legs?"

"No," Noah replied.

There was a murmur of enthusiasm as the word spread that they had a
naturally smooth beauty in the room.

"Do you shave your balls?" the Glasgow lad asked.

"No," Noah confessed.

The Glasgow lad cupped Noah's velvety balls in his hand and pulled
down. The tugging eased Noah's foreskin back until the head was totally
exposed and the weeping eye blinked out more cock snot. The Glasgow lad
stood back and admired Noah in all his glory.

The repetition of Dural's phone – the shutter sound effect - was a
reminder to Noah of his nudity, his erection and his humiliation being
immortalised.

"I can't wait to show everyone at school," Dural chuckled to Jasper.





Jasper guffawed and Noah's cock gave a spontaneous leap that cast off
sloppier pre-cum that hit his smooth leg below the knee. The crowd of more
than seventy gasped at the sight of the leaky boy cock.

"Oh dear, I don't think I can allow this Noah," said Mason.

Noah had almost forgotten about Mr Godetia standing amongst the crowd but
he was relieved to see the man had arrived to put an end to things. The
scenario had clearly gone quite far enough.

"You still have half an hour left of live modelling," Mason continued;
"However, you should make that nasty erection go away... you know what to
do."

"What?" Noah responded.

"Are you saying..." Damien tried to ask.

"Are you telling him to..." Ram started too but stopped because he thought
his friend would say it.

No-one spoke for a second.

"Are you suggesting he beat off?" Jasper asked.

There was murmur of excitement.

"Of course. A live model shouldn't have an erection. Noah is a healthy
sixteen-year-old schoolboy, it shouldn't take you long to discharge," Mason
said almost conversationally.

"I don't think..." Noah started to say.

"Oh, c'mon Noah," Jasper bemoaned disappointed that he might not jerk off
in public.

"Yea, do it Noah," Ram added.

"Wank it quick," Damien demanded.

"I'll just switch to video," Dural declared.

Noah still had his pathetic armpit exposed and his heart was pumping fast
when, in front of a hundred people, his fist wrapped around the shaft of
his cock...

"Oh my god, he's actually gonna fucking to do it?" Dural said as he centred
the video.

...Noah started to jerk.





Noah had jerked off in front of a few people on Halloween and intuitively
he knew that when he'd filmed a Live-Me on his Sextr account, hundreds or
thousands of people must have seen him; however, this was different because
he could see at least a hundred people in the crowded room watching him.

Noah held his cock and stroked up and down, using his own pre-cum as lube
to make the whole shaft slippery and sensitive. His cock was shining and
Dural continued to film while moving into a more adventitious
position. Noah dreaded to think what people would think if Dural or Jasper
really did share it with people at school.

Noah concentrated on the sensations in his dick, which throbbed and leaked
with exquisite feelings. Noah's other arm was not exhausted and finally -
and he could tell people were disappointed that they could no longer see
his smooth axilla so he reached between his legs and cupped his smooth
scrotum.

The crowd delighted and Noah grew more adventurous, extending his finger to
touch his hole. The pleasure pulses fed Noah's cock almost to bursting
point but Noah kept going and mentally forestalled his ejaculation.

"You are fucking filthy," said Damien.

"Fuck," Noah breathed.

His hand was getting faster - a slick, wet slapping sound could be heard as
he beat his cock and neared climax. Noah was practically bouncing on his
bare feet as his orgasm began to build. The teenager put his arm behind his
head again, exposing his hairless pit and making his exposure all the more
vulnerable. Noah's cock was pointed at the crowd and like deep sea world,
the first rows might get wet.

"I'm gonna cum," Noah said.

"Not on the floor," Mason warned at the last second.

Noah bent his knees and thrust his hip out - at the same second, he pulled
his cock up so it was aimed at himself. Also, at the same moment he bent
his head forward to looked down to witness the explosion of his cock, his
mouth opened in a perfect O of pleasure.

What happened when his cock shot was that the ejaculate launched into
Noah's mouth with the first spurt, the second shot hit the corner of his
eye and dribbled down his nose and the third landed in Noah's suprasternal
notch and leaked down the middle of his chest between his nipples; as the
spurts became less powerful, Noah's cock simply pumped spunk onto his tummy
which filled his belly button.

Boy cream was still on Noah's face, lips and body when his eyes fell on
Dural who had recorded everything.

"Shit did you get the bit when he jizzed in his mouth?" asked Ram
delightedly.

"I got everything," Dural confirmed.

Noah licked his lips and moved to wipe his face but Mason stopped him.

"You could just leave it there, you only have fifteen minutes left," Mason
suggested.

Noah looked at him agog - fifteen minutes covered in his own cum, his ass
shiny with sweat and his cock only just deflating?

"Is that ok, Noah?" Mason asked.

"Yes. That's ok," Noah agreed.





It was actually twenty minutes before Mason returned to tell Noah his time
as a live model was over. In that time, his four teenage peers stuck around
to ask him embarrassing questions in front of the audience and to taunt
him.

"You wouldn't catch me nude before a room full of strangers," Jasper said.

"I mean, do you think you're showing off with that little, hairless
wiener?" Dural asked.

"You're getting stinky now, Noah," Damien said.

"I can't believe you wanked in front of so many people," Ram added.

"You came all over your face," Damien added; "You ate your own jizz!"

"You don't look old enough to be able to cum," Dural asserted.

"You've got a big dick for such a little guy," Jasper complimented
benignly.

Dural took even more pictures - the worst was when he stopped at the edge
of the podium and pointed the camera up between Noah's legs. He stood to
show Noah the picture.

"This one is a keeper. You should use it for your yearbook profile," Dural
said.

The picture:

Noah's thin and silky legs rose to a hairless scrotum and his tight hole
was visible between peachy buttocks that, from the angle of the camera,
looked like a love heart. Noah's cock had softened, but it was still thick
and long, with the head fully exposed and shiny with tasty goo. Noah's
fair-skinned body rose up, his small round nipples stark in the otherwise
perfectly smooth and pale skin. Noah's pathetically hairless armpit was
also apparent and finally, his young face looked down into the camera with
shy reserve.

The 100+ crowd had thinned to four dozen, who remained entranced by the
machinations of the boys Noah's own age. Dural played with the phone and
sound emerged from it.

"I'll fast forward to the best bit," Dural declared.

Dural turned the phone for Noah to watch himself bending with ecstasy and
then cum launched from his cock into his mouth, face and body; he could see
himself swallow and then cum filling and then dribbling from his belly
button.

The spunk was still sticky, congealed and it had been pulled by gravity to
the root of Noah's penis. Noah missed his pubes where the jizz would have
tangled in the wiry hair. Now, it clung to and dribbled around his hairless
groin.





"Did you like the taste of your own cum?" Jasper asked.

Noah shrugged and was relieved to see Mason coming - he had said fifteen
minutes but he was sure it had been twenty. Jasper grinned reassuringly at
Noah and he felt a little less worried than before.

"I think we should get you cleaned up," Mason said.

"See you then," Dural said and he took off with the other three boys.

Mason beamed up at Noah and held out a hand for Noah to come down off the
podium.

"You were magnificent. That was a fantastic job," Mason complimented.

"Really?" Noah asked sceptically.

"Absolutely. You took everything in your stride," Mason assured him. "Why
don't you go back to your changing room?"

"Where's my gown?" Noah asked sheepishly.

"Oh. Nic must have taken it. Never mind, it's not far and you know the
way. It's not as if everyone hasn't seen it all already," Mason said with a
chuckle.

Mason had a point but it still felt weird to walk through the crowd naked
and covered in his own secretions. Noah must have looked reluctant because
Mason spoke again.

"It's important for live models to be comfortable in their nudity
throughout the gallery experience," Mr Godetia said. Then to the audience;
"Don't you think Noah has done well? He shouldn't be embarrassed to leave
the room as he is now, should he?"

There was some hoots and claps and nods and grins all around and Noah knew
he wasn't getting a gown either way so he set off through the gallery. Noah
was acutely aware of his penis and testicles, which swung between his legs
while his bare feet slapped on the floor.

When Noah reached his changing room, he sank into a chair and hung his
head. He put his face in his hands and smelled his own cum on them from
when his ejaculation had leaked all over them. The full impact of what he'd
done hit Noah: what was he going to do about Dural and the others?

Mason arrived a few minutes later and it was the first thing Noah asked.





"What about those boys from my school? They'll tell everyone at my school,"
Noah said in a sudden panic. "They'll spread naked pictures of me."

Mason pulled a chair in front of the naked boy and put a reassuring but
entirely non-sexual hand on Noah's knee. He was delighted by the panic on
the boy's face but it would have been cruel to not reassure him. Not to
mention, it would make it difficult to cultivate a more lasting business
relationship without trust.

"Noah. They are not going to tell anyone. I'm the one who invited them,"
Mason said honestly.

Noah looked at him with shock rapt attention. He felt betrayed for a moment
but then he started to think. It had been rather a coincidence that boys he
knew had arrived.

"When you used Sextr to log into my private group, the EMARP group, you
agreed to the terms and conditions," Mason said slowly. "This includes
allowing Sextr and the group administrator, that's me, to access to your
Sextr follows, followers and contacts as well as all other social media
connections."

Noah started to realise that the four boys who he'd seen today must also
have Sextr accounts and he was friends with them on Facebook, WhatsApp and
Instagram.

"We use that data to find people with similar interests to you, like Dural
and Jasper from your school, and then send them private invites too," Mason
said with the twitch of a smile. "We asked them to come along to make your
scenario today more exciting for the other attendees. I must admit, I never
expected it to go that far."

"You invited them to take pictures of me and video..." Noah asked.

"You said you like embarrassment both on your questionnaire and in
interview. We provided that humiliation by inviting people you know," Mason
said as if it was quite reasonable. "And I think you'll agree, it made the
gallery scenario very exciting. The audience loved it."

"They have naked pictures of me and a video of me masturbating and shooting
cum in my fucking mouth," Noah replied with dread.

"No, Noah... they don't," Mason replied and he removed a phone from his
pocket.

Noah recognised it as the phone that had recorded his degradation.





"It's a prop, Noah. It belongs to the RAW and we use it in EMARP scenarios
to add a little je ne sais quoi," Mason attested. "It's role play. It's
just pretend."

Mason handed it over for Noah to examine and sure enough he found all the
pictures and the video - which he opted not to watch in full. Noah turned
the phone over and put it screen side down on his bare thigh. Noah was
aware again of still being naked but didn't move to cover up or get dressed
yet.

"So, what happens to all this?" Noah asked of the damming naked evidence.

"We delete it. You can delete it yourself if you want," Mason suggested.

Noah shook his head and trustingly handed it back.

"So, Dural and Jasper don't have video of me? But they do know..." Noah
chose not to end that sentence.

Noah felt humiliated but he'd loved it. He had loved being naked,
surrounded by people, being seen. Even the part where he's jerked off had
been equal parts embarrassing and exhilarating.

"They know you were a playing a role. So were they; it was all part of the
scenario? Besides, they signed a non-disclosure contract," Mason explained;
"Don't worry, closeted boys aren't going to admit to looking at naked
boys. They don't want to be excluded from attending future events. Most
importantly, they'd be litigated against for breach of contract..."

Noah wondered how Mason knew Dural and Jasper were closeted.

"Breach of contract?" Noah said.

"Terms of non-disclosure. All attendees and actors sign an NDA," Mason
said.

Noah realised he hadn't paid very close attention to the agreement he had
with Mason for his participation in EMARP. It all reminded Noah of a news
story from a few years ago about the Presidents Club charity dinner and how
the all-female hostesses were gagged (metaphorically) from revealing
details of sordid treatment from all-male attendees.

"Dural and the others aren't eighteen," Noah said; "I thought the EMARP was
for over eighteen's only?"

"Their characters were sixteen, that's all," Mason said.

It was the same answer he'd given Noah earlier. Which is to say, it wasn't
really an answer; it was more of an evasion.

"Is this legal? I don't mean EMARP... I mean me... posing naked in front of
an audience?" Noah asked.





Noah knew Mason would have a clever answer for him. He had noticed his
concern about his age versus the age of the audience had been skirted
around. Noah felt should have asked more questions before participating but
he had been so excited. The way he was sexualised made him feel a way he
never had before. Men were looking at him and he liked it but...

"Sixteen is the age of sexual consent in the UK. Generally, our actors are
eighteen and the attendees enjoy that reassurance," Mason said very
carefully.

"And who are you to disabuse them of that?" Noah said with a sardonic
smile.

"The audience loved your twinky little body. They believe you're a twinky
eighteen-year-old, but enjoy the fantasy of you being a schoolboy," Mr
Godetia said; "In fairness, I literally told them you were sixteen."

Noah breathed out a long breath. He didn't really care if dirty men
attended to see him naked. People watch porn all the time for the smooth
and young men with boners. This was basically a live version of that. If
only Noah knew how close to the mark he was with this line of thought.

"You really don't think they'll tell?" Noah asked sheepishly, returning to
his worry about Dural et al.

"I've already spoken to them. They said, and I quote, that was the most
fucking amazing thing we've ever seen," Mason reiterated. "They want to
come to more EMARP events and they don't want to get sued. Besides they
wanted me to tell you, they wouldn't want you to be hurt by them spreading
the word."

"You said something about Dural and Jasper being in the closet?" Noah
remembered.

"That little detail was in their questionnaire," Mason said with a
smirk. "They haven't come out so they have secrets too."

"Ok," Noah said.

"Did you enjoy yourself? I know the attendees enjoyed their parts did but
did you like role playing a live model? I want you to enjoy your role in
this as much as the audience does," Mason stated.

"I think I did. It was exciting... especially when I got to touch myself,"
Noah confessed awkwardly.

"It's the art of the feel," Mason joked; "You were very, very popular. We
may need to give you a rise."

"I got a rise during the scenario," Noah joked.

Mason left the room chuckling and Noah got dressed.

When Noah walked out to the RAW, he headed back to the gates, avoiding any
of the lingering attendees. Noah could have showered - his dressing room
had a shower - but there was something exciting about putting his clothes
on over his sweaty and messy body. He didn't stink but there was a whiff of
sex and sweat on him. There was also flakes of dried cum on his chin.





Noah started up the road towards the bus stop and it was already getting
dark outside, after all it was late November. He spotted figures loitering
just ahead and Noah tensed out of self-preservation rather than instinct of
actual danger - when he got closer, he realised it was Dural, Jasper, Ram
and Damien. Noah discovered they had been waiting for him and wanted to
make sure he was safe; they cheered and hugged him when he got close. It
felt almost surreal - they weren't friends but maybe they were something
else now.

"That was great, dude."

"We didn't mean the mean things we said. It was all an act."

"It was just part of the scenario. Mr Godetia encouraged us to be
creative."

"You are so brave. Not everything was a lie, I couldn't do that. You've got
balls of steel."

Noah was glad their derogatory and shaming comments had been part of the
act.

"You're ok, right?" asked Dural and he seemed sincerely worried.

"Yea, I had a blast too," Noah answered.

"I could never do what you did. That was amazing," Jasper said.

Noah looked to see Dural and Jasper were holding hands. Ram and Damien
weren't so intimate but Noah was surprised that he hadn't even considered
the cool boys from his school might be gay.

"I have a confession, Noah," Dural said sheepishly.

"What?" Noah asked nervously.

"That wasn't the first time I've seen you..." Dural actually blushed.

Noah could see the blush even in the wane light. Dural mimed masturbation
with his free hand. Noah took a moment to process this - where could Dural
have seen him jerk off? The Halloween party?

"I've been on Sextr for a while and we're actually already friends. I'm
BurlingtonBoi," Dural admitted.

"Wow! Really?" Noah asked.

Dural nodded and Noah blushed as he remembered the way he'd jerked off in a
Live-Me a few months before his sixteen birthday. They had reached the bus
stop just in time and waited in turn to get on board.

"Well it's nice to finally meet you. Are you really from Burlington, boy?"
Noah asked.

Dural chuckled at the turn of phrase. It was nice to have a new friend.



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