The School of Humiliation 2

By Kahuntwm

Copyright 2023 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved

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The School of Humiliation, Ch. 2: Hunter
By kahuntwm1588@outlook.com

CFNM, OON, Incest, embarrassment


Hunter’s modeling left him on cloud nine. The fact that his seventeen-year-old mentor Alisha had jacked him off was an ecstatic moment for him. And the fact that Edward, Henry, and I watched and cheered brought him closer to us than before. But this session made him feel special (of course, he was special which was a challenge in teaching him humility), and our progress humbling him plateaued out a bit. He seemed to be a bit full of himself. So, on to step two.

A word about Hunter’s relationship with his three classmates who shared his ‘pod’. Since our school has only about twenty students at any one time, and they were (most of them) with us for grades 7 thru 12, the pod for each grade group was very small. But with Edward, Henry and me (George), and the three matrons, Helen, Sally, and Jill, our school was able to teach most of the core classes. However, as we were not competent in certain areas such as AP courses for the older students, and certain science courses (physics), we had to farm the children out to other schools.

Banking on our students’ discretion (which never failed us), we had a contract with an exclusive private school near us (I am not giving a name since I am telling this story without revealing where - it is in Europe - we are located), which did teach in English, for our students to take these courses there (Edward would drive them there and pick them up later). Also, if a student wanted to participate in team sports (basically soccer and basketball), he or she could do so. In return, sometimes that school sent students to us for courses they did not offer which were mainly in the arts.

Needless to say, when we began this contract, if one of these outside students wanted to be in an art class, we did not have nude modeling. All this activity between the two schools was limited - usually only two or three students from our school participated. The point is that Hunter was one of them - he loved bsketball. And given his vibrant personality and his athletic skills, he became somewhat popular at the other school.

Enough on that background and word about Hunter’s small pod classmates. I have mentioned Hilary, who was about five months older than Hunter, being his so-called girlfriend. Betty and Diana were the other two members of this pod and fortunately they all got along with each other. It was time for us to have the three girls participate in Hunter’s modeling sessions.

When the girls met with us about joining the art class, we knew they meant that they wanted to join Hunter in learning how to draw and paint. They were unaware that up to this point, Hunter’s only participation was to model.

When I told Hunter that the girls wanted to have an art class, I made sure that he would be joining the other three in learning how to draw and paint. I don’t think he was overjoyed with that but he thought it might be fun if the girls were there. The first two sessions went well. We placed objects on the stage (flowers, books, vacuum cleaners, etc.) that the students, sitting around the stage, would use to create their art work. At the conclusion of the second session, I decided to create the situation where we would have a nude model and that model would be Hunter.

“Are we ever going to draw people?,” Hilary asked one day, when Hunter was away playing basketball, “Could we hire a model?”

“Sure, we can,” I said, “but we don’t have to hire anyone. Hunter here has modeled for us and he would be happy to do so.”

“That is cool,” she said, “I didn’t know that. But if he is modeling, then he doesn’t get to draw or paint.”

“Sure he will,” Edward said. “One of you could model sometime and then Hunter can get his practice.”

So the seed was planted. Next class, Hunter came dressed in his soccer uniform and the girls got to draw him. I was careful not to put him in any revealing positions that would allow the girls to take a peek up his shorts. It was important that he did not think he might be modeling in the nude. Save that till later, once he is comfortable with the three girls in the class.

After the fourth class, Hilary asked to see me, Henry, and Edward, for a minute.

“George,” she began, “I am speaking for the other two girls. We would like to see more of Hunter.”

“In what way?” I innocently asked.

“You know - like naked?” she asked slyly.

“You mean you want him to pose in the nude?” I asked, pretending to be shocked.

“Sure - he is so cute that we want to see him naked and this class is the only way we can make that happen. And George, we all know that you and Edward and Henry are gay and we know you probably want to see him naked, also.”

It was good to hear that since it meant that the girls were unaware that Hunter had already posed naked for us. What Hilary didn’t know was that the three of us would like to see the girls naked.

“I see your point,” I said, “but you realize that we cannot force him to pose in the nude and I don’t know many thirteen year old boys who would do it willingly.”

“Leave that up to me,” Hilary said. Later that day, she and Betty and Diana corralled Hunter for a group discussion, and she related to me how the discussion proceeded.

“Hunter, we found out that you have posed for George, Henry, and Edward.”

“Really?” Hunter asked cautiously. Did they know he posed nude for them?

“And that you posed nude for them,” Hilary continued.

Question answered. “I thought that was supposed to be a secret,” he said with some disappointment within his voice.

“The only reason they told us was that we asked that you should pose naked for us,” Hillary said, taking Hunter’s hand in hers.

“I can’t do that,” he said, pulling his hand from hers. “I mean, you are my closest friends here at school. I don’t want you to see me naked.”

“Why not?” Betty asked. “It isn’t as if we don’t know what you have hanging between your legs.” This caused Hunter to blush profusely.

“We are best friends,” Diana said. “You know we love you and we would never tease you.”

Hunter pause to think this through. He would look rather immature if he said ‘no’ and now he wasn’t sure he wanted to say ‘no’.. After all, he liked it when George, Henry, and Edward saw him naked. And if he got naked, perhaps….

“I’ll tell you what,” Hunter said. “I will do it if in future sessions, you each pose naked for the other two and me.”

The girls agreed quickly. After all, this was Hilary’s trump card if Hunter proved too reluctant. All three felt that if Hunter would be naked for them, then it was only fair that they, at some future point, be naked for him.

After Hilary related this discussion with me, I was startled that the girls had agreed to pose naked for Hunter since that meant they would be posing naked for Henry, Edward, and me.

“And you all are okay with us seeing you in the nude?”

“Alisa told us that she had posed for you guys when she was our age, and still does,” Hilary said.

“That is true,” I said. “As long as you don’t mind.”

“I am pretty sure we don’t,” Hilary concluded.

Then I felt sort of wicked and I whispered in her ear “And I would not mind seeing all your private parts.” Hilary just giggled and skipped her way to her next class.

Soon, the magic day arrived. Hunter was very nervous - having his female friends see his sex organ was a daunting task for him. The girls were all excited since at their age (twelve and thirteen) they had never seen a real live boy naked. Alisha, who was mentor to all four, was going to be there. The girls were glad of that.

Soon all seven of the budding artists (Hilary, Betty, Diana, Alisha, Henry, Edward, and me) were at their seats with their drawing material all at the ready when Hunter walked in and disrobed. I watched the girls’ reaction when this beautiful boy stood naked in front of them. Their eyes lit up and focused on his sex.

“Wow,” Diana said, “Everything just hangs there.”

“How long is your cock?” Betty asked.

“Never you mind,” Hunter replied.

“Nice balls,: Hilary said.

Hunter exhaled and relaxed once he realized that everyone liked what they saw. And so, for the next forty-five minutes, Hunter did a few poses that exposed every part of his perfect body. As usual, I got an erection which I had to hide but it sure was fun watching the girls see their friend Hunter in the nude.

Then Hilary got up and walked to Hunter. “May I just touch?” she asked.

I could see Hunter wanted her to but he didn’t know if he should. He looked over at me and I said “It is your body.”

The room became very silent. Hunter stood up from his pose and nodded his head. It was so cute. Hilary gently took Hunter’s penis in her hand and then cupped his balls. Hunter let out a loud groan. Diana and Betty got up to take their turns. Then we noticed that Hunter, even though the three touches were quick, began to get hard.

“Oh, how nice,” Alisha said. Hunter began to panic. He thought had matters under control in such circumstances, but when his three closest friends touched his most delicate male member, he lost it. The girls crowded around the humiliated boy and watched his penis grow and grow.

“Oh, George,” Hilary said, “can we draw his penis now?” Poor Hunter just stood there and I asked him to turn so they could draw his profile. He closed his eyes and did as requested and the pictures that were the result were superbly drawn. Each girl caught Hunter’s erection perfectly.

When the girls finished, Alisha knew Hunter would need some relief and she (and Edward, Henry, and I) felt that she should do the honors. She took Hunter to the couch and made him sit between her legs, and she reached around and began to stroke the embarrassed lad.

“Come, girls,” she said, “and gather around. This is how you treat a boy when he is in such discomfort.” So Hilary, Betty, and Diane got the lesson of their young lives. They watched as Alisha used her fingers to massage Hunter’s penis crown and how she cradled his precious balls. She even had Hunter open his legs a little so that the girls could get a clear sight of his smooth perineum and his cute anus.

The girls had been giggling and ‘oohing’ during all this but openly cheered when they saw a boy ejaculate for the first time in their innocent lives. Seeing Hunter spurt his semen out of his pee slit and watch his face contort as if he was in heaven was thrilling. But Hunter’s groans and verbal outbursts as he experienced his climax absolutely blew their minds..

The girls watched as Alisha cleaned the boy up and I realized that we had given Hilary, Betty, and Diane the lesson of a lifetime. They had now seen every inch of their friend’s body and seen and heard him come to sexual climax. They came over to give him a group hug and thanked the naked boy for allowing them to see him as he experienced such an intimate moment. Most importantly for Hunter, the relationship that he now had with his three friends meant that there was no doubt that soon, he would see each of the girls as naked as they could be.

Which occurred the next class when the same group settled around their art supplies except that now Hunter was a student of art, and Hilary was the model.
We were not surprised that Hilary needed no encouragement when it came time to reveal herself to her friends. Unlike Hunter, she was experiencing no embarrassment or hesitation. Off came her robe and soon we all could gaze at her bosoms, so soft and so firm. Of course her breasts were not large - she was only thirteen. But they remained enticing and pretty. Then I looked at her vagina and I had an ‘oh, my gosh’ moment. Her pussy had no pubes to obstruct the delicacy of her labia. Her entrance was so soft, so graceful, so perfectly placed, that even I, who was a committed gay person, wanted to explore the inside. Then in a moment so subtle that no one else noticed, Hilary, no doubt remembering my last comment to her about seeing her naked, gently parted her labia while looking directly at me. I am a committed gay but that little move rolled me over with desire.

Of course, no way was I going to touch a thirteen year old naked girl. But I did place her legs as she posed in such a way that her vagina opened up a little so that we could see some of her delicate parts. I looked over to Hunter and I could see that he had a raging hard on pushing his shorts out. He looked so cute as he was almost drooling at the sight of his naked girlfriend opening up her love canal for him to see.

After a few minutes, Diane asked if Hunter could go naked and pose with Hilary. Hunter had no hesitation this time and when his boxers came down, his erection popped out. I took the excited boy up to the stage to stand behind his naked girlfriend. He couldn’t take his eyes off her as this was the first time that he had seen Hilary’s private treasures.

I placed his right hand around her shoulders in a way that his hand could rest on Hilary’s bosom. I took her hand and placed it so that she was touching his balls. His erect penis we left alone in all its glory.

When the pose was completed, Hilary asked Hunter “can I take care of your problem?”

Ever the dutiful student, Hunter looked at me for permission, and I nodded ‘yes.’ So we gathered around and watched Hilary place Hunter in the same position as he had with Alisha. Hilary’s hand reached around and stroked Hunter as Alisha had done.

I could hear Hunter whisper to her ‘faster, faster’ and soon he exploded his cum all over Hilary’s hand and onto his pubes and stomach. She couldn’t resist tasting his sperm and clearly liked it. Then she and Alisha quickly cleaned the lad up and the day’s lesson ended.

We all were able to enjoy the nudity of Betty and Diane during the next two lessons. As far as I was concerned, these classes were the greatest ones I ever ran in my long career.

Then a potential problem came up. Dan and Jill Harrison, Hunter’s parents, called to say that they would be in Europe for a couple of weeks and wanted to visit their son at our school for a day or two. Obviously having parents wanting to visit was not something we encouraged, but it also was something that we couldn’t very well deny. Hunter did not seem too concerned when we told him that his parents were coming in a few weeks.

“I will just have to keep my clothes on,” he said matter-of-factly.

I knew the parents were arriving at a certain day but not the time. As it was, they came at a time when Hunter was at the other school for a French class. After I met with them in the hall (Henry and Edward were teaching classes at this time), the Harrisons and I sat down in my office.

“George,” Dan said, “I want to let you know how pleased Jill and I are with Hunter’s progress. In his letters and phone calls he has sounded much less arrogant and much more humble. You have accomplished what we failed to do.”

“Well, thank you,” I said, pleased at what I was hearing. “Hunter is a sweet kid and we all greatly enjoy having him here with us.”

“Now, does he have friends here?” Jill asked. “I mean friends who are boys. All we hear about is these three girls - Hilary, Betty, and Diana. Also, this Alisha.”

“First,” I replied, “Alisha is Hunter’s mentor and since she is seventeen, she isn’t a friend in the sense you mean, although she and Hunter get along very well.” I thought it best not to mention that Alisha had jerked Hunter off. “And the three girls, who are twelve and thirteen, are in his pod, and they all have gotten along with each other famously. Now, there are three boys in the next pod who are thirteen going on fourteen and they are the three boy friends that Hunter has. He just doesn’t see them as often as he sees the three girls in his pod. I will say that Hunter is very popular at school, with all the students, even those much older than him.”

“Well, he does seem very happy,” Dan said. “Now I want to touch on a point that may be awkward for you, George, but not for us. Do I understand that there is some nudity going on?”

I decided the truth would work best on this subject. “Yes, in fact there is. Nudity is a wonderful way to bring humility and kindness to an arrogant student.”

“So I take it that my son has been in the nude at times?” Jill asked.

“Yes, indeed,” I replied.

“Good,” she said. “Tell me, how is his sex organ growing”?

Now that question caught me unexpectedly. So I said “Very well and very normally. His sex is perfect for a twelve year old.”

“Has he reached puberty yet?” Jill asked.

“Most certainly,” I said.

“Ah,” Dan said, “my son is becoming a man.”

“Now where and when does this happen - you know - Hunter getting naked,” Jill asked.

“He models for me and our two other male teachers in art class and he models for Hilary, Betty, and Diane in art class,” I answered.

“In the nude?” she asked.

“Beautifully so,” I said with a smile.

“Do the girls model in the nude?” Dan asked.

“Now they do,” I said. “Before, Hunter was the only one naked. That was what led to his new found humility.”

“We wish to see this,” Dan said, “without him knowing, at least at the start. Can you arrange for this to happen?”

“Most certainly,” I replied. As I took them on a tour of the school, I began thinking just how I would arrange for Hunter’s parents to see him naked. It seemed best to do this in art class as, up to this point, the only place Hunter appeared naked was in art class.

I also wondered why Hunter’s dad and mom wanted to see their son naked. The boy was only twelve and surely they could have arranged things at home if they wanted that to happen. And I wondered if Dan was gay or at least bi. He was the father of five children (Hunter was the youngest and the other four were either in college or working), so I was guessing ‘bi’.

The solution provided itself when Hunter arrived and I could see the dynamics between parent and child. Mom and dad were very authoritative and fully expected to be obeyed without question. They did take time to explain their decisions and their orders but obedience was insisted upon.

And yet the reaction of Hunter when he returned to school and saw his parents was one of sincere and passionate love - both the love he had for them and the love they had for him. Dan and Jill joined Hunter in his classes and sat through them all. That night, they took him into town for dinner and returned in plenty of time for curfew.

After Hunter retired to his dorm room, I caught his parents as they were going out the door.

“Hunter has an art class tomorrow at 9:00 am and we will have him pose. Henry, Edward, and I have devised a game where the artist's painting will pull a card and Hunter will have to strike that particular pose. And the artist will have a minute to draw the pose.”

“I like that idea.,” Jill said. “I will be one of the artists and do my own drawing. I used to be pretty good at art so it will be fun for me.”

“And I,” Dan said, “will have a camera and will take pictures of each pose.”

“That works,” I said.

“Now,” Tim said, “will the girls be naked at some point?”

“Hopefully,” I said, “but not tomorrow - perhaps in the next class depending how long you will be in town.” The next class will be Monday.”

“We will be there,” Dan said. “Are you confident that the girls will pose in the nude?”

“Hilary certainly will,” I said. “I doubt the other two will.” Which was pretty much how it turned out. I have to admit that I was surprised at the attitude of Dan and Jill Harrison. There was nothing in Hunter’s persona when he arrived at the beginning of term that would indicate his parents were as open and liberal as they seemed to be. From the information we had, the Harrison’s were authority figures who did not let their youngest child think for himself or exercise any real freedoms. Then again, while Hunter was reluctant to be naked in front of Henry, Edward, and me, and again, in front of Alisha and Hilary, in the end he did go along with it as we could have hardly forced him to do so.

In any case, there wasn’t enough time for me to analyze the proclivities of the Harrisons and their relationship with their now almost thirteen year old son. If they wanted to see their son in his naked beauty, who was I to question? After all, I had wanted to see Hunter naked the first minute I met him.

On the day of the class, the artists included Henry, Edward and me, as well as Alisha, Hilary, Betty, and Diana. In the minutes before we began, Hunter had disrobed and was standing there in the nude casually talking with everyone. Hilary stood by him holding his hand although I felt she would rather hold his cock.

I began class by placing Hunter on the stage in a manner that emphasized his sex organ. Then I waited for mom and dad to come in. Jill was the aggressor here as she walked right to her son. When Hunter realized that the intruder was his mom, his face went beet red and he quickly covered his genitals with his hands.

“Mom! Dad!” he called out, letting everyone know who these strangers were. “What are you doing here?”

“To learn how to paint,” Jill said. She gave Hunter a kiss and hugged him. He could not hug back because his hands were still covering his cock and balls. “Oh, sweetie, give your mommy a hug.” She pulled his hands away and then pointedly stared at her son’s sex organ. Hunter covered his face with his hands.

“Oh, look Dan,” she said to her husband, “see how our baby boy has grown. Nice pubes”

Dan came over, took a long look at his son’s treasure, and said “I am very impressed, boy.”

The rest of us just sat back and enjoyed this moment when a mom and dad get to see their teenage son in the nude for the first time. And I had to giggle at how embarrassed the dear boy was. I decided to bring the class back to order and got up to show Jill where to sit.

“Dan, will you like to sit next to her?” I asked.

“No thanks, George,” he said. “I have my camera and I will be taking pictures of the class.”

That comment caused Hunter to take his hands from his face and call out “What?”

“Now, Hunter,” Dan said, “calm down. I will be taking pictures of you because I want a record of my son in his naked glory.” And that was that. Interestingly, Hunter raised no objections. Apparently he didn’t dare. At some point, Dan came up to his son and lowered his camera to take a closeup of Hunter’s most private part. I heard Hunter groan but the boy did nothing to impede his father. By the way, later Dan gave me a copy of the photo of his son’s penis and testicles. It is one of my most sacred treasures.

As mentioned previously, Hunter’s poses took place when someone read the card dictating that pose. My favorite pose and the most stunning one was written by Edward on the card and which Dan picked when his turn came.

“And the card reads,” he said with a flourish, that ‘The model must be on his knees, legs spread wide, with his butt facing the artist.’”

That elicited lots of laughter and cheers (except from Hunter) and I helped him to get the pose correctly. It was an exhilarating and electric pose as we all could see Hunter’s smooth, graceful ass split open exposing his anus with his low hanging balls swinging below. We could see everything Hunter had that he had hidden so much of his life. The most intimate and pure parts of his body were there for us all to see.

“Oh, Hunter, dear,” his mother exclaimed, “my pretty baby boy.”

Only Hunter was no longer a baby boy as his hanging balls and glorious penis made very clear. The picture Dan made of his son in this position also is one of my most treasured items.

I could see Hunter’s face was bleeding red in embarrassment but to his credit, he maintained the pose until I helped him up. I took him aside and asked if he was okay or was he angry with us?

“Not really, I guess,” Hunter whispered. “At least I know that I have nothing to hide from my friends.”

“Well,” I said, “I feel privileged to have seen your body as completely as I have. You are truely, as your mother says, very pretty.”

Jill came over to her son and gave him a great hug. “I love you Hunter and thank you for letting me see your cute butt and flowing balls.” Turning red again, all Hunter could do is hug his mommy back. He hugged her hard knowing that his mommy loved every inch of him.

Releasing her son, Jill then said “Where is Hilary?”

Hilary stood up and said “I’m right here.”

Jill walked over to her and said “My, aren’t you the gorgeous thing! My son has excellent taste in women.”

“Thank you,” Hilary said with a smile. “I think I have good taste in boys, too.”

“Thank you for that,” she said, “I shouldn’t say it but I think my Hunter is the most beautiful boy in the world.”

“Mom,” Hunter moaned, indicating that he wished she hadn’t said that.

“And,” Hilary whispered to Jill, “even his little butt hole is delectable.” The two giggled and hugged.

‘Dan,” Jill said, “didn’t you have something to ask Hilary?”

Dan came over and said “My wife is correct. You are very beautiful.”

“Thank you,” Hilary said, now blushing a bit.

“Would you do us a favor?” Dan asked. She nodded ‘yes’. “I want a complete set of pictures of my son, and you would make that completion by posing with him. Would you consider doing that for us?”

Hilary looked at me and I said “It has to be your decision, Hilary,” I said.

She looked back at Dan and Jill and asked “Do you mean…”

“Yes, I do,” Dan interrupted, “in the nude. Surely someone as cute as you are wouldn’t mind letting us see your body. I bet every part of you is as cute as your face.”

Hilary smiled and I knew she would do it. It was really sweet because Jill came over to her and started to unbutton Hilary’s blouse. Hunter, still on the stage, was watching in anticipation. Any time he could see Hilary’s nakedness was a great time for him.
I could see Hilary was nervous but she emoted excitement and anticipation. Having her boyfriend’s mother strip her naked was exciting.

Soon she was standing there in just her bra and panties with all of us focused right on her. To me, she seemed more beautiful than ever. I don’t know. I had seen her naked before but the sight of Jill revealing her treasures to us made it feel like the first time.

When Jill took off Hilary’s bra, her bosoms did not drop out - her breasts were not yet big enough to do that - but just appeared. At thirteen years of age, her bosoms were just large enough to show us what was to come in the next couple of years. And when her panties came down, I could hear Dan mutter a soft ‘wow’. Her pubic mound was devoid of any hair and her vagina slit was prominent on display. It was such an erotic thing to see.

When the class resumed, I placed the two beauties in all sorts of positions so that we could all get to see the treasures that were so special. And Dan? There were no parts of their bodies, even the most hidden parts, that he didn’t get a picture of.

The final pose took our artists ten minutes to sketch and Hunter’s father took at least six shots, all from different angles. I had Hunter standing sort of behind Hilary - he was over just enough so that we could see his cock and balls. But we didn’t get to see them in the pose. I directed Hilary to take her left hand and cradle Hunter’s entire sex, thereby hiding his sex from the viewer. Hunter used his right hand to cover both of Hilary’s budding breasts and with his left hand, he covered her precious vagina. The pose was sexy as hell simply because you could not actually see anything.

Finally, and regretfully, class ended. Hunter and Hilary got dressed (it was cute as Jill helped her son get dressed, practically doing everything for him; Hunter, to his credit, allowed his mom to do this without any complaint from him). Finally, I was left in the room with Dan and Jill who had startling news for me.

“George,” he said, “I understand you underwrite this school. Is that correct?”

“Partially,” I said, “Henry, Edward, and I underwrite it together. We all are quite wealthy.”

“But the money won’t last forever,” Jill suggested.

“Probably not,” I said, “but it will last for our lifetimes.”

“We would like to invest money to give the school financial stability for the unforeseeable future. You three will continue to run it until you retire and Jill and I will choose the next headmaster. Also, until you retire, she and I will be in on all decisions concerning school. You, Edward, and Henry, plus Jill and I, will vote on all decisions. I do not anticipate a lot of differences - we love what you are doing and want to expand on that -but if there are differences, you three will always be able to outvote us two..”

“When did you two make this decision?” I asked.

“When we realized how successful you have been with Hunter. He was becoming a difficult child and we were afraid of losing him emotionally. You gave him the time he needed, you offered him a different path, and you got him to go naked. Astounding.”

“But,” Jill said, “we made the final decision the moment we were able to see our boy naked. Dan is a great photographer and the pictures he took today were always precious to us. But, where to put them? We certainly cannot at home because pictures of children like the ones we have are, if not illegal, certainly be objectionable to many people. But here in this country, we can display them on the walls of our home without any concern. Also, we want to be with our boy as he grows in the next few years. And he is going to be naked most of the time.”

So, it was done. In the next chapter (if readers wish there to be one) will chronicle Hunter’s passing through his teen years as well as introding new boys to The School of Humiliation.

{End of Chapter 2)