I became increasingly proud, maybe even a little conceited about my appearance, which led me more and more to encourage Joey to show me off. I don’t... think I was really sluttish, but I knew I was becoming somewhat of an exhibitionist. And it was fun! I would still have occasional devastating attacks of guilt and remorse, thinking I was becoming a terrible harlot, but they grew less frequent in time, until eventually I quit beating myself up morally and eventually even stopped attending church. I used to just pull my shorts at the side so he didn't see anything vital, but recently I had been intrigued by him touching my ass whenever he had the chance. I was into girls, but the idea of him fancying me excited me. On this day I kept my underpants on, and when he saw them he gave me detention. So after finishing class in the gym I reported to his office while all the other guys went to the shower. I waited for a long time and everybody had gone home before he entered the office. "So,. You are slow but not as slow as most.?I had a hundred questions but she was right. If I opened my mouth, she would light my balls on fire again. I listened quietly. She continued: ?You will remain silent unless I ask you a question or give you permission to speak. Do you understand??Me: Yes, mistress.?She grabbed the controller and pressed the button again. I screamed and was rolling around on the floor as she calmly continued.Woman: ?I am not your mistress. You will simply answer me quickly. Then we zipped up and washed up and left. 4-At the mall washroom, I stood at the 1st urinal and a guy was at the sinks. I pulled out my cock and held it with my left hand. He then came over and stood at the 3rd urinal. Out of the corner of my eye I could see that he was not pissing so I boldly looked over briefly and then back again. He was sort of flicking his dick up and down and then he looked over at me. There were guys in the shitters so we did not speak. So I changed holding my dick to.