Note from the Author: All characters are over the age of 18. This is a fantasy and contains scenes of male nudity, reluctance, humiliation and light BDSM.
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After years of complaints about an uptick in unruly students, students failing to follow directions, and over funding of athletic sports programs but lack of funding into basic health and physical education classes, a series of bills were passed increasing the autonomy of teachers and coaches over in school punishments and "unconventional" curriculum. The bills gave freedom to local school administrators to develop curriculum and punishments that they saw fit. In reality, since most administrators went to school in 70s, this meant designing courses that reflected some of the practices that existed at the time and in effect reversing decades of privacy and modesty advancements for a few school districts overnight.
Although some were certain to be controversial, the administration at Jamestown high school seemed to have the overwhelming support of the local community and parents to make sweeping "improvements" allowed under the new laws. Without board approval required or guidance from the state, specific policy changes went under the radar as the new school year started so most students didn't become aware until the first week of the second semester. It soon became clear the school was hyper focused on trying to bring back the "success" of the past, that they ignored (or chose to ignore) the obvious implications of cell phones and co Ed classes existing. Unfortunately for senior boys at Jamestown high, this meant even if they objected, they had no choice in the matter if they wished to graduate on time.
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We met up the next morning like we discussed.
"Have you talked to Sarah and Isabelle at all since yesterday? I should have warned them or something I feel awful." Kyle asked.
"They haven't responded to any of my texts no. They probably just need time to process everything."
"Yeah.. I guess." He said.
When the time came, we made our way to the gymnasium. When we entered we were immediately taken back by the huge amount of students waiting on the bleachers.
"Ladies and gentlemen, if you're just joining us please have a seat on the bleachers. The presentation will begin momentarily." Ms. Cordoba, one of the AP Anatomy and Physiology teachers announced.
I looked to Kyle.
"Did today's class get moved or something?" I asked.
He shrugged as we walked in and took a seat on the bleachers.
"There must be at least 3 classes here." I said to Kyle, pointing to Coach Baldwin, Ms. Cordoba, and Mrs. Wolfe, the high school health teacher.
I scanned the gymnasium and saw that all the students were seniors our age. A camcorder was set up on a tripod facing the center of the gym. On the bleachers opposite us, I saw two of our close friends Justin and Ryan. Kyle and I briefly considered getting up and sitting next to them but the rows filled up quickly -- there was simply not enough room left.
Ms. Cordoba tapped a microphone a few times to get everyone's attention and the chatter in the room died down.
"Ladies and gentlemen I'm very happy to welcome you all today to a very special class. To put it simply, one of Coach Baldwin's students has not been on his best behavior lately and he has agreed to model for us in this hands on presentation today. The presentation will be recorded not just for those that could not attend, but as a resource for teaching future generations of students."
My heart sank. This is so much worse than I imagined. Poor Kyle.
"Kyle Hawkins would you please make your way to the center of the auditorium."
People whistled and hollered as he reluctantly stood up and walked to the center circle.
"Oh my god is he going to be naked for this like one of those art class models in college my sister was telling me about? I knew this class would be worth it!" One of the girls behind me said.
