Evren was standing on stage, while a boisterous junior caster named Cid, from the freshman class of the previous year, waved to the crowd and peppered them with enthusiastic commentary.
“I hope you all enjoyed that last dance by Arthur. I can see that a few of you liked it a little too much. A reminder to all audience members that the back-stage area is for boys only. You girls will have to wait for tomorrow to talk to these kids in person.”
There were a number of boos from the audience, while another audience member screamed, "I love you, Cid!"
It was very hard to see who was out there watching. The bronze mirrors and shaded lanterns focused all the light in the dance hall on the stage, leaving the viewers in the relative darkness of the hall, anonymous and free to express their displeasure.
The only audience members Evren could see were the girls in the front row. Every one of them was close enough to his age that he would be attending lessons with them over the coming year. Together they were a line of beauties with stylish hair and cute faces, leaning against the stage. Their mouths were smiling and moving in conversation, but all their eyes were fixed on the show. The stage hid all but their chest and shoulders from view, but that was enough to fill his vision. They weren’t wearing their uniforms for the event. Instead, most of them were dressed in skimpy dance clothes that showed a lot more cleavage than he was accustomed to. Stretching over the edge of the stage, reaching their hands to touch Cid’s toes, the girls’ outfits were practically falling off of them.
But the sight of these beautiful young women losing their inhibitions didn't excite him. Quite the opposite, in fact.
Evren was absolutely terrified.
He nearly stepped back behind the curtain through which he’d come, and would have, had they not closed it behind him. The junior boys on the other side were holding them shut. There was no going back.
“The name of that freshman caster once again was Arthur,” Cid exclaimed, pausing for a round of catcalls and wild applause before he continued. He even reached down and touched a few of the girls hands, which seemed to drive them crazy.
“Our next performer is from the Veylor family, which is the closest you can get to caster royalty around here. The fourth born out of eight siblings; he has seven sisters, so you know he knows how to treat a girl right.”
Evren could feel the panic creeping up. Why was Cid talking about his sisters at a time like this? Suddenly, all the girls in the audience seemed to resemble his sisters. Their smiling faces took on a jeering, nasty quality. They were waiting for him to mess up.
“He is wearing an extra-large leotard on his extra-large body tonight, and is reported to have an extra deep mana pool…” he paused as a loud ‘ooo’ rose up from the audience. Holding his finger up, he added with drama, “I wonder what else he’s got that’s extra big?”
The raunchy joke landed well with this crowd and was rewarded with a round of raucous laughter.
“Everyone, welcome the next boy… freshman caster, Evren!”
A round of applause erupted, and quickly died down. A strong set of hands emerged from behind the curtain and prodded Evren forward. He stepped cautiously into the spotlight.
The sound of a hundred girls murmuring passed over the audience. They seemed to be waiting expectantly for his performance.
He stood there for what must have been a few seconds. His thoughts were racing, as his eyes played over the blonde and dark-haired girls. He'd never been looked at the way they were looking at him right then. Like he was a piece of meat, ready to eat, and these girls were hungry.
There, front and center was a girl so breath-takingly beautiful that the others faded into the background. She was a tall stunner with a curvy body that commanded attention even as she stood in the dim light. And he’d met her before.
Veronica.
Her short hair was a radiant shade of yellow blond, which bounced as she moved her head, highlighting her long neck and shapely shoulders. Thanks to her low-cut top and his high vantage point, he was looking right down at her magnificent boobs. Those boobs were famous and worshiped by all the boys in his class, but his gaze lingered on them, thrilled that this view was only his. Every part of her face was perfectly sculpted: her full pouty lips, her regal nose, and her eyes that shimmered and filled him with desire, intimidating him at the same time. Standing there, arms crossed beneath her bosom with her big, blue eyes fixed on him, she was impossible to ignore.
A voice shouted from the back.
“Evren Veylor!”
It was nothing special, just his name. But her voice contained a fervor, like she was excited by his being there.
Under the intensity of the light, he could feel his face flush and his body started to react. Evren sensed more than ever that the green leotard he was wearing showed off every muscle in his body, especially highlighting the bulge that was growing between his legs. The eyes of every female in the Hall were on him and for some reason his body started reacting. What the fuck was wrong with him? Why would his dick get hard now?
Somewhere behind him a boy’s voice urged him on.
“Just dance already!”
Evren turned around, pitching his voice so the crowd couldn’t hear, “I don’t know how to dance!”
“You’re a boy, just move your body!” the voice hissed back, but now a cheer was rising up, drowning him out.
By turning around, the spotlight was now on his butt, and he realized that his leotard was riding up his crack, showing off way more skin than he intended. He clapped his hands over his rear and spun around to face the crowd once again. He could hear some of the comments, as the cheers subsided.
“He’s turning red as a tomato.”
“Why isn’t he dancing?”
“Who cares, look between his legs. Nothing sexier than a shy boy packing a sausage.”
The demeaning comments washed over him, making him retreat even further into his shell. But then the music began to play.
It started with a deep note that sounded out loud and regular, like the boom of a bass drum echoing off the walls of the Dance Hall. He had been told that each boy was given his own music, magically generated to match the dancer’s appearance and style. Evren listened with dread and expectation as the music that represented him emerged.
The beat was slow and deep with accenting notes thrown in every two beats. It didn’t overwhelm the listener, but the sound of it gradually building speed and adding complexity encouraged Evren, and he felt his body begin to move. Slowly at first, he lifted his feet, feeling the beat with his legs and arms.
He started to sway to the rhythm. His hips swung back and forth and his hands rose up with his fingers spread wide.
The girls went crazy. As far as he could tell, they were cheering as loud as they had for any other boy. Were they laughing at him? He couldn’t tell anymore. With his face and neck still colored a deep red in embarrassment, Evren moved across the stage and slowly turned around. His brain was screaming at him to stop, that he was making a huge mistake, but his eyes and ears told him that the audience, a room full of girls his age, were excited to see him dancing.
A strange new feeling rose up from his loins. It was warm and sensual, and it pushed him forward to the front of the stage, towards the outstretched hands. More girls were pressing in, reaching for him. His eyes picked out more girls he knew, and as he stepped to the edge of the stage he felt their smooth feminine caresses on his feet and calves, further igniting that strange new feeling in his groin.
Veronica was there right in front of him.
Her height and long arms gave her a longer reach, so instead of stopping at his knee, her hand travelled up the inside of his thigh, all the way to where the leotard tightly cupped his privates. His legs froze, unable to function under the rising sense of desire that the girl's exploration was awakening. He could only look down at Veronica’s glorious tits which, thanks to her strained reach, had popped out to reveal a proud pair of nipples. They jiggled back and forth as she teetered on her tiptoes, smiling with that mischievous grin of hers. They were perfect, like rosebuds crowning her firm, round globes.
Her hand was running too far up though and, before he could stop her, her fingers had seized onto the hem of his leotard, pulled it to the side, up and over his dick, which sprang eagerly from the stretchy confines of his dance outfit.
Excited screams erupted from all parts of the Dance Hall, and Evren, panicking, felt himself falling backwards, his butt hitting the hardwood stage with a bang. The music cut out suddenly, and there was a mad rush of feet behind him as the Junior boys came pouring out onto the stage.
But Evren didn’t notice that. His attention was completely on the girls who were leering at him from just five feet in front. Their hands still reached for him, caressing and running lines up and down his sweaty legs. The pungent scent from his balls and dick which were pulsing with excitement was just now filling their noses and he could see a change coming over them.
The girls, no longer smiling and playful, had hungry looks on their faces and obsession burned in their eyes. Their hands, which had been soft and gentle, now dug into him, clawing and holding his legs attempting to drag him off the stage and into the fray of the dozen or so bodies that were waiting for him, filled with want.
But Evren was an immovable object. He decided it would be better not to go forward, and no amount of clawing or pulling on the part of the girls could move him. He shook the hands off his thick, muscular legs and slid backwards away from the edge. The girls with desperate looks in their eyes were attempting to climb the stage, but Junior boys were on them in a second, pushing them back, while more boys escorted him back-stage.
“Are you okay, Evren?” one of the other freshmen asked with concern, but he was quickly shoved to the side by a Junior that was fuming with anger.
Cid, the MC of the event, seized Evren by the shoulders, and shook him saying, “The girls out there are out of control. We may have to cancel the rest of the event! What the hell did you do out there?”
Evren was asking himself that same question. What happened out there on stage?