By Kahuntwm
Copyright 2023 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved
* * * * *The School of Humiliation, Ch.1: Hunter
By Kahuntwm
Kahuntwm1588@outlook.com
Gay, CMNM, OON, Humiliation
I am not suggesting that Hunter Harrison was a bad boy - if he had been
totally bad, he would have not been accepted into our program. My first
name is George and my two partners are Edward and Henry. We are all in
our late forties and we all are proud to be gay. We also are very rich
- rich enough to be able to retire from our careers as investors. We
met a few years ago in adult art classes as we all liked to paint oil
portraits with nude models, especially male models, although female
models have their own allure. .
Our company is titled “School
for Humility” and ostensibly we are just that. But our real mission is
to take young lads and gals between the ages of twelve and seventeen,
and over a period of sessions teach them humility.
Although
our company and our methods are unorthodox, in our country they are
legal. We do, however, demand discretion and the parents have to sign
contracts requiring that discretion. We realize that once a child
reaches the age of eighteen, his or her discretion is beyond our
control, but no child who has reached adulthood while attending our
school has ever violated that discretion.
How do people then
find out about us, since we cannot really advertise? Simply put, we
have targeted teachers in the various middle and high schools who give
us names of children who, because of their behavior, would benefit from
our services.
95% of our students are from very rich families (a
class of people that produce quite a few of self-centered and arrogant
children) and the other 5% receive scholarships provided by my two
partners and me. Our private detectives investigate these children and
their parents to determine if they might be open to our services. Then
we approach them to offer our services.
The children must have
passports since our school is not in the western hemisphere and the
United States, Canada and England are where we get most of our
students. When a child attends our school, he or she does so for one
semester (approx. three to four months), live in a nice dorm, and are
supervised by Edward, Henry, and myself, George (for the boys) and
Helen, Sally, and Jill, three matrons in their forties, who are all
gloriously and unapologetically lesbian. (for the girls) Each semester
our student body has about ten boys and ten girls, ages 12-18.. Our
matrons are all former teachers (and Helen also serves as the school
nurse) and they teach all the children the academics which is different
from teaching them humility which involves all six of the adults.
Our school is a huge mansion with four floors and high ceilings. The
first floor is for administration and academic classrooms; the second
floor contains the five apartments (one bedroom, living room, and
den/office) for Helen, Sally, Henry, Edward and me. Helen’s apartment
is attached to the infirmary where the medicines are kept and where
there are five beds for any children who are ill;; the third floor
contains the rooms we used for extracurricular activities such as
music, art, weight room, a large room for drama productions, and a few
rooms that we used for discipline purposes; the fourth floor contains
the two dormitory rooms (one for the ten or so boys and one for the ten
or so girls). Dividing the two dorm rooms where the children sleep is
Jill’s apartment as she supervises the dorms for our students.
Requirements for Admission to our School of Humility:
Child must be fairly good looking - this is not the school for the ugly.
Child has displayed characterizations of meanness, arrogance, and rudeness.
Child is considered by peers and family as basically being a jerk or asshole.
Child socializes too much to the detriment of school and family.
Parents sincerely desire child to be a better person
Parents have to be willing to give their child to us for our tender, loving care.
Case File for Hunter Harrison, 12 years old.
Hunter was one of four twelve-year-olds, the other three being female
who began their first year at school as 7th graders.. The first week of
school consisted largely of classes and athletic exercises (weight
& exercise room and pick up games like soccer and basketball). The
children got to know each other and each of the ten youngest children
were assigned a mentor from the ten oldest children. Normally the
mentor/child were the same gender but because we had eleven girls and
nine boys, Hunter was the boy chosen to have an older female as mentor
and we assigned Alisha to him. Neither seemed happy with our decision
but we did not really care.
That is wrong - we did care what
Alisha thought. She was seventeen years old and had been one of our
permanent students. We got her when she was twelve but because of a
difficult family situation (rich parents who were not all that
interested in children who cramped their professional and social lives)
and stayed with us as a full time student (she still returned home
during the times when we were between sessions and had no students on
campus) and we had watched her grow (and watched her naked body
develop) over the years.
Alisha was not lesbian but she did
prefer to mentor the girls. But we talked to her and she understood the
reasons that we needed one of the older girls to mentor this boy. Of
course, once she saw Hunter and how pretty he was, she immediately
agreed to be his mentor.
As we got to know the children during
that first week, Hunter stood out as being particularly arrogant - he
really thought he was smarter and better than the other children and
smarter and better than us - his teachers. Knocking down an arrogant
ass, even one as young as 12, was always the best fun we could have.
Hunter was quite handsome - cute and pretty - and he pranced around
like he was a god (in fairness, he did look like an Adonis). And
although we were reasonably sure that he had not quite reached puberty
yet, he was displaying symptoms of sexual awakening. Now when I say
‘reasonably sure’ I mean none of us (meaning Edward, Henry and myself)
had seen the boy naked. How could we? There wasn’t any real opportunity
to do as we never went into the boys’ dorm room (both dorm rooms were
under the supervision of Jill, assisted by Helen and Sally). But two
situations developed that dictated how we were going to handle Hunter
and would make his humiliation very special.
One, he and
Alisha became quite comfortable together. Now, I don’t mean that they
were in love because that wasn’t going to happen - Alisha was five
years older than Hunter. But they enjoyed each other’s company and
Alisha looked upon Hunter as a younger brother or as a close friend. He
was a boy whom Alisha felt she could help or guide or a boy with whom
she could have fun.
Two, Hunter had fallen in love with
Hilary, one of the three girls in the pod that consisted of the 12-13
age group. By love, I don’t mean that anything inappropriate occurred
between the two - after all, Hunter was only 12 and Hilary just 13 and
we carefully supervised these children. But the two held hands, hugged
each other, and enjoyed each other’s company. I will say Hunter had
great taste in girls - Hilary was a real looker whose breasts were
clearly beginning their mature development.
So when the
second week began, Henry, Edward, and I decided that we would start
Hunter in our “Model” class, a routine that we had used previously and
had now perfected. And the fact that Hunter had developed a close
relationship with his mentor, the seventeen-year-old Alisha, and had
fallen in love (puppy love?) with the thirteen-year-old Hilary would
make this ‘humiliation’ a very special one.
The room we used
for our paintings was an intimate studio with a small foot-high staging
in the middle on which models pose, while we set up our three stations
around the staging. I went to collect Hunter.
The twelve year old beauty was finishing a class when I corralled him. “Hunter, it is time for your first ‘occasion’.”
“What exactly is an ‘occasion’?” the lad innocently asked. “You keep mentioning it but none of us know what it means.”
“It is the time when we begin teaching you how to correct your faults.
We ask you to do something that you might now like or not want to do
but you must do it anyway. For you, we want you to see that however
special you think you are, that you really aren’t. It all involves how
you treat other people.”
“Oh yah - the humility thing,” Hunter smirked.
“Indeed,” I said, “you must do whatever we ask.”
“What if I don’t want to?”
“Then the consequences will be most unpleasant.” I didn’t say more -
always best to leave the student wondering what ‘most unpleasant’ might
actually mean. Henry and Edward had set up our art material when we
arrived. Now Hunter had shown that he kind of liked all of us. I don’t
know if he knew we were gay or even if he knew anything about
homosexuality. Based on his friendship with Alisha and Hilary we knew
he was probably very straight. That was okay with us. When we had
settled down, we explained to him about modeling.
“So you want me to just stand on that stage and hold a pose?” he asked.
“Yes, each pose will be for about five minutes followed by a quick
break before the next pose. When you change clothes, which you will do
behind that divider - the partition over there - you will have a
slightly longer break.”
“And you just paint me?” Hunter asked.
“Not exactly,” Henry said. “We make drawings that we will later use in our oil portraits or paintings.”
“And I don’t suppose I get paid for this?” he asked.
“Of course you do,” Edward said. “You get five dollars for the hour.”
That perked the boy up. Five dollars was a lot for a twelve year old.
Soon we were off and let me tell you, seeing this boy up there posing
was a treat. He had such a cute face. We did have him change his school
clothes to a more formal wear. When he changed behind the partition, we
were careful not to come anywhere near it - we did not want him to
begin worrying that we might want to see him undress. We wanted him to
feel relaxed with us in this situation. This was a process and the fun
would come later. We were very patient.
Hunter did a
wonderful job for this session and the next two. The fourth session we
would begin to make him feel a little uncomfortable. When he arrived,
we sent him immediately behind the partition to change into the clothes
we had left there.
“What’s this?” he called out. “There is just this bathing suit.”
“Oh, it will fit you,” Henry called out. “The bathing suit is nice and baggy.”
“This is all I will be wearing?” Hunter asked nervously.
“It will be just like you went swimming,” Edward said. “You were
swimming yesterday, weren’t you. I mean we weren’t there but I
understand that you all had swimming lessons?”
“Well, yeah, I guess,” he said. “I just feels weird.”
“Part of the program,” I said. “Part of learning humility is feeling weird. Now get to it.”
When he walked out, he was just the cutest little thing. His chest was
gorgeous - perfectly placed nipples and no hair anywhere to be seen
except on his head. His legs and feet were very pretty (his suit
covered everything from his belly to his knees).
And for the first
time since he had arrived at our school a few weeks ago, Hunter seemed
very unsure of himself and seemed even a little embarrassed. And we
proceeded to make him feel even more embarrassed. Whenever we had him
change poses, one of us would go up and help him - moving a foot a
little forward or backward, bending his knee, raising an arm - and
complementing that part of his body.
“Oh,” Henry said when he
was moving the boy around, “what cute toes you have” or ‘your armpits
are very smooth.” Watching Hunter blush was so much fun.
But
the big day was the fifth session - we probably will see Hunter naked
in all his glory. The three of us were visibly excited about this and
began the session with another bathing suit pose.
“Hunter,”
I exclaimed at the end of this particular pose, “that was absolutely
stunning. You are very gorgeous - no wonder the girls pant after you.”
“Thank you, I guess,” Hunter replied. He probably was wondering how our
praising of his looks would help him be more humble. Of course, it
wouldn’t as now being humble was not the goal of this session. Getting
Hunter naked was.
“Hunter,” I said quietly, “we are now at the
time when we are going to demand something of you that you will not
like. When now want to draw you nude.”
The expression on the
boy’s face was priceless. I think his brain was trying to comprehend
what he heard. He began saying “I don’t think…” when the three of us
walked up to him from three directions.
“Hunter,” Ed said, “place your hands on the top of your head and close your eyes.”
Hunter looked at all of us and the confusion on his pretty face demonstrated that he did not know what to do.
“Hands on head,” Henry ordered. “Eyes closed.”
It was impossible to know what the boy was thinking. He was surrounded
by three men and if he felt trapped, it was because he was trapped.
Slowly he placed his hands on his head and closed his eyes. I untied
the string on his bathing suit and began pulling it down. Hunter’s
breathing got deeper and louder and I bet his sweet heart was pumping
away. We all looked at his private treasures, completely void of any
pubes, and we were very happy with what we saw. His twelve year old
penis was about two inches long and circumcised. His two delectable
testicles hung loosely in their hairless scrotum. There the boy stood,
his cock flaccid in front of three gay men whose cocks were anything
but flaccid. But our cocks were well hidden and his was on graphic
display.
We stood back and pointedly stared at his nakedness,
and then we returned to our canvases. Our arrogant boy was still
standing there, hands on head, eyes closed, completely at the mercy of
his three teachers. And he was blushing red with embarrassment.
After five minutes were up, I decided to up the ante. “Hunter, dear,” I
said quietly, “please get hard so we can get pictures of you all
excited.”
“I can’t,” Hunter said, almost whining.
“Here, let me help you,” I said. I quietly walked up to him and asked
him to open his eyes, “Look at me, Hunter,” I said. His eyes met mine
and I rested his penis in one hand and his two balls in the other. He
looked at me, then looked down at what I was doing, and groaned.
Loudly. A groan not of despair but of anticipation. I wonder what he
was thinking or feeling as he looked down and saw his cock and balls
resting in the palm of my hand. I didn't ask him if he wanted me to
stop, but if I had, I bet he would have said ‘no’.
Henry and
Edward came over to get a closer look and we watched with amazement as
we saw Hunter’s precious cock begin to grow and grow, until he reached
at least four inches - most impressive for a twelve year old. We
stepped back and pretended to draw, but concentrated on just looking at
Hunter’s sex organ, pulsating and twitching.
When the five
minutes were up I said, “Hunter, we cannot send you back to your
friends until you take care of your problem. You may masterbate now.”
“In front of you all?” he pleaded.
“Indeed,” I replied. And so he did. We watched him as he stroked his
boy cock and noticed his body was tightening up and his groans and
sighs grew louder. “I’m going to come!” he cried out.
“Just
let it go - right on the floor,” Henry said. And let it go Hunter did.
I counted four massive ejaculations out of his dear penis. When he
finished, it looked like he might be fainting so Edward quickly grabbed
him and helped walk him to the couch. There, Hunter just lay back,
exhausted, embarrassed, and, I bet, rejuvenated. I handed some paper
towels to Edward who gently cleaned the boy’s sex organ and Henry and I
cleaned the floor.
“Now, Hunter,” I said. Get dressed and
remember, not a word to anyone.” We surrounded the naked boy and handed
him his clothes as he quickly dressed. We were waiting for some kind of
reaction and were surprised when he looked at us when he was walking
toward the door and said ‘thank you’ with a slight nod. We knew the
signs from previous ‘modeling’ sessions with former students. He was
not gay but Hunter certainly enjoyed, much to his surprise, when we
looked and admired his naked body.
The next couple of days we
all noted a difference in Hunter’s demeanor around the adults and the
students in his pod. Alisha, his mentor, noticed the difference, also.
Sometimes, after such a session, the child, whether male or female,
would be sullen and quiet. Not Hunter. He became a bit more livelier
and most important, much kinder to others than before. Some of his
arrogance remained; after all, this was a process and not an ‘immediate
cure’.
Alisha, who remembered fondly her own sessions ‘modeling’ asked if she could join us in Hunter’s next session.
“I’m not sure that is wise,” I said. “He may freeze up, refuse to
disrobe, and revert back to the behavior we are trying to eliminate.”
“I don’t want to do that,” Alisha pleaded with her beautiful but
soulful eyes, “but I know Hunter very well and if he thinks it will
please me, I bet he will do it. If he really objects, I will just walk
out.”
“Okay,” I said, “but not this next time. Let’s see what Henry, Edward, and I can do to soften him up, as such.”
Hunter’s next session began with him on the stage and I told him to
take his clothes off. He shrugged and took off his shirt. We knew that
he probably realized that all these sessions would be in the nude. He
accepted his fate and soon he stood before us completely naked.
“Hunter,” George said, “you have the perfect penis and your balls are simply delicious just to look at.”
“Thank you, George,” Hunter replied meekly. George then brought over a
chair and put it on the stage. “Hunter,” he said, “this chair is not
for you to sit on but to use as a prop. First pose is to put you left
foot on the chair, elbow on your knee, and look down.”
Hunter
shrugged his shoulders and made the pose. I was standing in front of
him and his cock and balls hung loosely, more exposed with this pose
his previous poses. I don’t think he noticed but it was an enticing
pose, his boyhood just hanging there in all its glory. But his next
pose was designed to see every inch of his nether regions, including
the one area we hadn’t yet explored: the delectable ass.
“This
time,” Edward said, “you are to stand next to the chair with your back
toward us. Now, lift your right leg over the back of the chair so that
the crook of you knee is resting on the back of the chair.”
I
could see Hunter thinking about this pose and then it slowly dawned on
him that this was exposing his butt hole to us. “I don’t want to do
pose,” he said.
“But Hunter,” I said, “we must see your hole.
You are in our care and we are terribly fond of you and we need to see
every inch of you. Nothing about you should be hidden. We must know you
completely.”
We don’t know what the lad was thinking. Was he
finding the embarrassment too much? Would he feel humiliated? Did it
make any difference? Whatever he was thinking didn’t stop him from
doing the pose. Personally, I felt that he did not want to disappoint
us. By now he must have assumed we all were gay. And he realized that
while we were fond of him, we all were in love with his nude body.
Suddenly he felt comfortable about us seeing and admiring his ass. He
turned his back to us, and lift his leg over the back of the chair and
suddenly, and gloriously, his ass crack opened up, and we saw his most
intimate orifice, the entrance to the inside of his body, the area that
no other person had ever seen. We were the first.
Now we all
had seen Hunter’s body - his asshole, his hanging balls, and with
pretty penis. He was all ours. We now controlled him. I went up to him.
“Now, Hunter, dear,” I whispered, “hold steady.” I reached up and
cradled his tender balls in the palm of my hand. Then George went to
his front and began to gently squeeze his penis. Edward then placed his
fingers on the boy’s quivering asshole. Hunter held steady as each of
his most private and sensitive parts were being massaged by the three
of us. His face told us that he was in paradise.
Hunter’s
body began to shake and jerk in response to the charged feelings that
flowed through his body. His butthole was perhaps the most sensitive
and caused him almost to collapse. He was about to scream out when we
literary picked him up and got him to the couch.
We laid him there and his eyes were closed. “Should we continue?” I whispered.
“Oh, yes,” the nude and hairless boy said. So I massaged his testicles,
George stroked his cock, and Edward inserted his finger a little into
the dear lad’s asshole.
The bodily sensations the pretty boy was
feeling overwhelmed him and very quickly he ejaculated his cum all over
his body. At his age, there wasn’t that much and it was rather watery.
His tiny balls did the job as well as twelve year old testicles can do.
But it was enough to send him over the top and to send us to paradise.
Once he was dressed, we each gave him a hug which he returned. He again said ‘thank you’.
“We should be thanking you,” I said, “for giving us so much pleasure.”
“I seem to be receiving the pleasure,” Hunter said softly.
“Sit down,” Edward said, “and tell us what you enjoy most.”
“I don’t know - I liked everything,” he said.
“Tell me what it felt like when I had my finger on your hole,” Ed asked.
Hunter blushed and seemed embarrassed to be even talking about it. “No one has ever touched me there.”
“Well,” Henry interjected, “we usually don’t do that but we did for you
because we love every part of your body, especially the most intimate
parts.’
“We have scheduled another session tomorrow morning, just after swim time,” I said.
“Why so soon? Although I am not complaining,” Hunter said smiling.
“Because we are going to have a visitor,” I said. “Alisha.”
“What?” Hunter practically screamed out. “Alisha? She is one of my
closest friends here - I can get naked for her. She would think that is
weird.”
“No,” Henry said. “She is very fond of you. See, when she first arrived here at your age she also was a model for us.”
“Really?” Hunter asked in surprise. “You have seen her naked?”
“Every year that she has been here,” Henry said. “You owe her a lot so
you must do this for her. She has never liked a student for whom she
was a mentor. Now, she wants to see you - all of you.”
“Will I get to see her naked?” he asked.
“Perhaps. But in the future and only if she agrees,” I said.
Once he left, Henry and Edward got on my case because I was less than
honest with Hunter. We did not mention that he was her first and only
male student for whom she was a mentor. A harmless trick and perhaps a
little manipulative but I did promise never to mislead a student like
that again.
The next day arrived and soon Hunter was modeling
in the nude. Alisha wasn’t there yet but we could see he was very
nervous. About fifteen minutes in, she arrived. As soon as he heard the
door handle move, he quickly grabbed a towel and covered his most
delicate parts.
“Hi Hunter,” she said with a smile. She went right to him and gave him a great hug.
“How come you have a towel on?” she asked.
“You are a girl and I don’t want you to see me naked,” he said, lowering his eyes.
“I thought you liked me?” she said, pretending to be hurt.
“I like you very much - not like ‘in love’ like a couple - but you are like my best friend,”
“I thought Hilary was your best friend,” Alisha said.
“She is like my girlfriend, which isn’t the same thing,” he replied.
“Don’t you trust me?” she asked, still faking the hurt feelings routine.
“Of course, I do,” he said rather forcefully.
“Then you should let me see you naked.”
Hunter clearly did not want to hurt her feelings but he didn’t want her
to see him naked. But he finally decided that he would rather be nude
than hurt her. So he stepped back and looking her right in her eyes, he
dropped the towel. He watched as her eyes lowered until she focused in
on his delicate and delicious sex organ. Alisa gave out a noticeable
groan.
“Oh my word,” she said, “you are fucking beautiful. What a cute penis you have.”
With her approval confirmed, Hunter relaxed his body. She came up to
him and gave him a hug. While they were hugging, she reached down and
cupped his balls which made him jump.
“Oh, those feel good,”
Alisa said. Poor Hunter. It was clear to me that he was profoundly
embarrassed but that he also was enjoying the attention. We had him get
up on the stage and gave him a pose. For the rest of the period, Alisha
just sat there staring at Hunter naked body. We were kind of hoping he
would get erect but he did not. So we decided to up the ante.
“Alisha,” I said, “why don’t you help Hunter get an erection.”
She jumped up and before Hunter could react, she cradled his balls and
vigorously massaged them and gently stroked his soft penis. “I will be
very gentle with your balls and your cock,” she whispered.
Alisha then briefly released his sex and stood behind him. She quickly
squeezed his soft ass cheeks and then reached around and captured his
entire sex organ and rubbed his penis crown. Hunter began groaning as
Alisha stroked him. She whispered sweet words into his ear saying ‘I
love your cock’ or ‘your balls are so smooth’.
Suddenly
Hunter’s groans became more pronounced and his body tightened up as he
began to reach his climax. Out of his penis slit came several spurts of
his immature cum, landing on his genitals, Alisha’s hand, and on the
floor. It was a stunning moment and all three of us got to see it.
Once Alisha had emptied the boy’s balls, his knees buckled and she
helped him to the couch. Looking at him in the eyes, she put her finger
into her mouth and licked his cum off. She then reached for more and
playfully placed some of the cum on the lad’s lips. He just stared at
her in wonder and we couldn’t tell if he liked the taste of his own cum
or not. Alisha smiled and scooped more of his cum onto her fingers and
licked his cum off. “Oh, Hunter,” she said, giggling, “you really taste
wonderful.
Hunter began this session feeling much
embarrassment. He ended it with a relaxed feeling of wonder and
satisfaction. He loved Alisha and their age difference meant his love
for her differed from his love for Hilary. But she had seen him naked,
seen him erect, and tasted his sperm and she loved him even more for
it. Alisha would be graduating at the end of the school year but they
would remain friends for a lifetime. Couldn’t ask for more than that.
{End of Chapter 1}