By Kahuntwm
Copyright 2024 by Kahuntwm, all rights reserved
* * * * *The School of Humiliation, Ch. 3: Hunter
By kahuntwm1588@outlook.com
Once
Hunter’s parents had moved to the town in which the School of
Humiliation was located, he left the dorm and again lived with his
parents. But his parents set new ground rules for the lad. He was now
thirteen years old, rather close to fourteen, and he had developed
since he had arrived at the school. The girls in his pod, and George,
Henry, and Edward, were quite impressed with the growth of the boy’s
sex organ. When soft, his penis was now at least two and a half inches
long, and his balls were more prominently displayed, resting in his
smooth ball sack.
Up to now, George has narrated the first two chapters. Now, it is the turn of Hunter to tell the tale of his humiliations.
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“This is what is going to happen,” my dad said. “While you are in this house, you will be naked at all times.”
Even though I was getting used to being naked in front of my parents, I
wasn’t sure I liked this idea. After all, I was now almost fourteen and
no longer looked like a little boy. And I was having a lot of trouble
controlling my penis. It seemed like I was erect more than I was soft.
But before I could register my concerns, mom spoke up.
“Sweetie, this isn’t really up for discussion. You are our son and we
love how you look naked. We want to see you, all of you, and that is
that.”
She was right - that is that. I never lost my feelings
of embarrassment. Whenever I was with my parents, I was conscious that
they were always looking at my privates. And often more than looking.
One night, when I was washing the dishes, mom came up behind me and
reached around and grabbed my balls. I was startled, but she was so
gentle I couldn’t pull away. My cock began to grow and she began to
stroke it. When I was coming close, she turned me so that my cock was
pointing right at her face. When I came, my cum landed all over her
face and blouse. I was so embarrassed. But all she did was smile, get
up and leave the room. At no time during this did either of us say a
word. It was one of the most intense, and wonderful, moment in my life,
so intimate and so loving.
But the biggest surprise was when
daddy came into the bathroom when I was showering. I didn’t know he was
there until I stepped out of the shower, but I now know he was looking
at me as I washed my body.
“Daddy,” I exclaimed when I looked for my towel, “why are you here?”
“To dry you, of course,” he replied.
I remained speechless as I stood there and daddy began drying me. He
left my private parts to last and I looked down at him as he, kneeling
in front of me, lovingly and gently dried by cock and balls. For a long
time. Until he actually was massaging my sex organ as opposed to just
drying it. He looked up at me as he was doing it so we were looking at
each other as he was rubbing me. I saw love in his eyes as he fondled
me and I loved him so much. I then was rather shocked, but not really
surprised, when he leaned in and kissed my ball sack and soon he was
sucking on each of my balls. Christ, it felt good. I had to place my
hands on his shoulders to maintain my balance as he rolled my balls in
his mouth. It was so intimate, so gentle, so profound.
Naturally, my cock began to grow and soon my penis was resting on his
nose and eyes. He released my balls and began to lick my cock all over.
When he got to the crown, I was having trouble standing still. My brain
was swirling around thinking ‘Jesus, my daddy is sucking me off’. But
then he surprised me even more.
He turned me around, I placed
my hands on the sink, and he pulled my butt out and proceeded to kiss
and suck my butt crack. That finished me off. When I began to cum, he
turned me around and I squirted his face with my semen.
When I
was finished and my balls were empty, I just stood there as dad washed
his face and then he washed my penis. He gave me a hug, patted me on
the ass, and said “When you come downstairs, be sure that you are
completely and deliciously naked.” This was one of the special days I
had with my dad.
I turned fourteen in November and my life was
going very well. At school, my mentor Alisha, my girlfriend Hilary, and
the other two girls in my pod, Diana and Betty, had all seen me naked.
Embarrassing? Yes, but I did get to see Hilary naked and that made up
for a lot of embarrassment.
And my parents, Dan and Jill
Harrison, not only have seen me naked, but required me to remain naked
around the house. Embarrassing? Yes, but they both made love to my
body, as such, as that felt really, really good.
So, all in
all, I had gotten over feeling embarrassed when in the nude, or so I
thought. Then two situations occurred that demonstrated that my
feelings of embarrassment and humiliation had not ended.
The
first involved four of my teachers and coaches from the private school
I attended when the School of Humiliation could not provide what I
needed: certain courses (foreign language and advanced science classes)
and sports (basketball and soccer).
My favorite teacher there
was Ms. Paterson, who was my mentor at that school and taught my German
class. I think she was a lonely person, a widow in her forties, and she
took a liking to me, as I did to her. Nothing inappropriate happened
but she was a great help to me. The students at the school liked her as
well but they joked that she belonged to a ‘lonely hearts club’ which
involved three other teachers and coaches at the school: Ms Jodine, my
chemistry teacher, Ms Kettle, the assistant principal, and Coach
Lawrence, my soccer and basketball coach, who was very gay but never
bothered any of the boys.
I didn’t see these teachers a whole
lot - most of my classes were at my School of Humiliation - but I did
develop solid relationships with them. What I didn’t know was that the
each thought I was rather good looking (which I was, but I previously
used my looks in such a manner that I was sent to the School of
Humiliation to be, well, humiliated). I know longer acted as if my
looks made me something special ,but these teachers, as I learned,
apparently lusted after me.
And for the first time since I had
arrived at the School of Humiliation and took classes at a neighboring
private school, an association, I was used against my will and
physically forced to submit to someone. I did not like that feeling of
lack of control.
All I remember is that one day, after soccer
basketball practice under Coach Lawrence’s care, I was getting dressed
after a shower, and waiting for a ride back to my new home. Next thing
I knew, I was tied spread eagle on a bed in a bedroom I had never seen.
The room was lit up and as I gradually woke up, I realized my situation
and began to get scared. Then these four teachers walked in and sat on
the side of the bed. I just looked at them.
“Hi, sweetie,” Ms Paterson said with a smile, “we are so glad you are with us today.
You need to know the following things. One, your parents think you are
at a small party tonight and that Coach Laurence will return you home
around ten o’clock.
Two, you can yell all you want but no one will
hear you because we are at my house which is in the middle of nowhere.
Three, you will follow our orders or we will flunk you in our courses.
Do you understand?”
I nodded my head ‘yes’ - I may have been a
bit groggy from whatever drug they gave me as I was leaving the school,
but Ms. Paterson was pretty clear in what she said.
Ms Jodine leaned over me and said “We want to see you naked so cooperate as we take off your clothing.”
Ms Jodine asked for my cooperation and I gave it, but only because,
being tied up spread eagle on the bed, I had no choice. I was angry,
not only because I had no control over what was happening to me, but
also because while I wasn’t as close to these teachers, I did know them
and I didn’t want them to see me naked.
And to add insult to
injury, Coach Laurence blindfolded me. Now I felt even more helpless.
Then I could hear scissors cut up my clothes and soon I was wearing
only my boxers (I found out later that Coach Kettle had brought a
change of clothing for me from my locker I had at the school where I
played soccer and basketball).
Mrs Kettle, who as assistant
principal at this school seemed to be the one in control, made an
announcement. “Well, Hunter dear, coach is going to remove your boxers
and we are going to get to see your most intimate parts.”
“Please don’t,” I mumbled uselessly.
“Oh, but we must,” she said softly. “Now don’t move - we wouldn’t want
coach to accidentally cut you as he cuts your underwear off, now would
we?”
No, ‘we’ wouldn’t, I thought. As I felt the cloth being
torn away from my body, I could hear the ladies commenting on my sex.
One saving grace was that they all seemed to like what they saw. Then
they each took turns fondling me. But they seemed to caress my balls,
rather than just fondle. There was a gentleness about it that I hadn’t
expected since these four teachers had essentially forced themselves on
me.
Then I felt one of them bury her face onto my sex organ.
She slobbered all over my cock and especially my balls. I could not
control myself and soon I was fully erect. Then they basically did what
I now know is called ‘edging’. All I know is that when I was close to
cumming, they stopped manipulating my cock and balls.
It was
during these pauses that they played with my ass. Coach untied one of
my legs and pulled my leg up and back and I could feel the air on my
anus. I could feel a finger playing with my hole and then entering my
body. This happened five or six times during the hour I was forcefully
caressed. I could feel the pressure inside me as each took turns finger
fucking me. During all this, they kept commenting on my ass saying how
beautiful it was. I like compliments, but I did not feel anything about
an ass that was pretty (except Hilary’s butt - her hole I did kind of
like but that is another matter).
After about an hour (I think
- hard to keep a sense of time when one is blindfolded), I heard Ms
Paterson say that they had to conclude the session because they had to
get me home before I was ‘missed’ as such).
“Coach,” she said,
“You may have the honors.” I could feel my cock being sucked and
engorged in Coach Laurence’s mouth. He knew what he was doing as his
blow job was one of the best I ever had. As the three women cheered him
on, they pinched my nips, or kissed on my lips, and one even was able
to push her finger deep into my ass. As I was about to cum, the coach
released me from his mouth and my first two spurts landed on my chest
and face. But he took my penis into his mouth so that he could swallow
the rest of my cum.
I didn’t like being forced and lacking
control of what was happening to me, but Coach Laurence’s blow job was
an outstanding one. It sent me into seventh heaven.
When I was
finished, the women left the room leaving me with just Coach Laurence
who gently cleaned me up and helped me get dressed (I was a bit
unsteady after his blowjob). We didn’t say anything to each other as he
knew I was not happy with the situation.
He drove me home and
then said “I hope you will not say anything to anyone as we would all
get fired if our school found out about this. But I love you Hunter and
I love your body. Now, I know every inch of your intimate areas so
whatever happens, it was worth it to me.”
I never told anyone
about what happened and it never happened again. Within a year, all
four had left the school. I don’t think they were forced out but who
knows? I know Ms Kettle, who was an assistant principal here, got a job
as Headmistress at another school. Coach Laurence retired from teaching
and moved out of town but he was in the papers a lot as he became coach
of a professional soccer (football over here) team. Both Ms Paterson,
my mentor and German teacher, and Ms Jodine, my chemistry teacher, both
resigned from the school but both ended up teaching at the university
level.
These three people humiliated me, but I didn’t stay
angry for long. I was embarrassed but I also liked being ‘admired’ and
the touching I really enjoyed (I tolerated but did not enjoy finger
fucking). I get confused by my conflicted feelings but I was not one
for self analysis. I did kind of enjoy the moment.
The second
situation that occurred that rendered me back to embarrassment, if not
humiliation, occurred in December of the year my parents moved to the
town the School of Humiliation was located and I moved out of the dorm
to live with my parents.
I was startled to find out that mom
and dad (who were very, very rich) decided to invite and pay for our
extended family to fly to our home. This was a large group, too big for
even our home. All four of my grandparents were still alive and mom and
dad said they would stay in our house in the guest rooms.
Mom’s parents were Grandpa John and Grandma Jane (Johnson) and mom had
one brother, my Uncle Harry and his wife, my Aunt Mary (Johnson). My
aunt and uncle had two children, my cousins Peter (age 17) and Paula
(16).
Dad’s parents were Grandpa Kevin and Grandma Karen
(Harrison) and dad had one sister, Aunt Janet and her husband, Uncle
Mark (Krempel). They had two children, my cousins Susan, 14, and
Rhonda, 12.
I hadn’t seen any of them for quite a while,
ever since I was sent overseas to the School of Humiliation. We had
always been, as a family, close to our extended family so I knew and
loved all my close relatives. I also knew that I didn’t want to be
naked around them. Put another way, I didn’t want to be the only one
naked (OON). Especially being the only one naked around my cousins.
“Son,” Dan said when he and mom told me about the visits of the
relatives, “you do understand that you will remain naked, at all times,
when they are here.”
Although I knew this was coming, I
decided to protest most vigorously. I really, really did not want to be
naked in front of my extended family.
“Why do you want to humiliate me so?” I pleaded.
“As the word implies, to humble you,” mom replied.
“I have been humbled enough,” I said. “I am tired of being the only one naked all the time.”
“First,” dad said, “it isn’t all the time. Don’t forget, we both have
the joy of seeing your girlfriend Hilary naked. But tell you what. We
begin with you being naked and then let us see what happens? Wouldn’t
you like to see Susan or Paula (my two oldest female cousins) in the
nude? I know we would.”
I have to admit that possibility
enticed me. Susan and Paula were both beautiful teenagers. Seeing
Susan, who was two years older than me and Paula, who at fourteen, was
my age, in the nude, would be worth me being naked.
“But dad,” I said, “what if they refuse to get naked? We can’t force them to do so.”
“That is true,” dad said. “But we have talked to their parents and they
are all for it. We feel once you have broken the ice, they will go
along. And by the way your uncles and aunts want to see you naked.”
“Really?” I asked. “Why would they?”
“Oh, sweetie,” mom said, “you are so handsome and your sweet sex is so cute.”
I am embarrassed to say that I am very subjective to compliments and
praise. And I have enjoyed being the only one naked. At this moment in
the discussion, I began to become erect. Mom came over to the couch and
sat by me. I covered myself with a pillow. I just felt so weird sitting
with my parents and sporting a hard-on. Then dad came over and sat on
the other side. There I was, again naked with an erection with my
parents.
Dad removed the pillow and they each looked carefully
at my erected penis. Then mom raised her eyes to mine and proceeded to
run her fingers across the crown of my cock. My reaction to her touch
was a groan that was very audible which elicited a laugh from my dad.
Mom soon began to wrap my cock around her fingers. Jesus, it felt good.
Dad spread my legs a little and he cupped my balls in his hand. Now I
was in seventh heaven and no longer feeling embarrassed. I could feel I
was cumming and my body stiffened.
“Let it come, son,” dad whispered. “We want your semen.”
I briefly thought ‘what are they going to do with my semen’ when I
cried out as I made a huge mess with five or six spurts. I was
experiencing a very intense organism while my sex organ was in the
hands of my parents. I was beyond embarrassment.
But I was out of my mind as my body spasmed with each spurt.
When I was spent, I flopped back on the couch feeling very exhausted. I
think mom cleaned me up but I can’t be sure. I was still out of mind
and suddenly very sleepy. I know dad helped me to my bedroom and got me
into bed. I think I immediately went to sleep, but I do remember that
daddy gave me a kiss and ruffled my hair as he covered me up. I slept
for ten hours. A tense workout can do that to you.
Our
extended family arrived over a period of two days during which I
remained fully clothed. Neither mom or dad insisted I go naked, so I
assumed there would be a dramatic moment when everyone would see my
nakedness. I knew the hour was coming when Hilary and Alisha (my
girlfriend and my older mentor) as well as George, Henry and Edward
(who ran the School of Humiliation), came to the house.
“Dan and
I,” mom began, “have endorsed a special lifestyle that we wanted to
share with our parents and siblings. We believe that all children ought
to be humbled, if not embarrassed, as they grow up so that they do not
think of themselves as so special that they can act like jerks.”
“Hunter,” Dad continued, “has been guilty of acting like a jerk, as all of you are aware.”
I was immediately embarrassed as dad’s comment brought forth laughter
and joking from everyone, especially my cousins. Oh well. I did act
like a jerk for a long time.
“Hunter, come up please,” dad
said. I came up and stood beside him. “I want to say to Hunter and to
all of you how proud I am of my boy. Thanks to George, Henry, and
Edward, my son has become very humble and he is turning out to be a
kind, considerate, and loving young man. Alisha, his mentor at the
school, has been instrumental in Hunter’s maturing personality. I want
to thank you all for all you have done for my son Hunter.”
Now
THAT sounded great to me. To know that dad is so proud of me and said
so publicly constituted a very special moment in my life. I was
absolutely beaming up there. So I knew ‘humble’ time had arrived. I was
going to have to get naked in front of my grandparents, aunts, uncles,
and cousins and I was feeling the intense embarrassment coming on to
me, a feeling that I had mistakenly thought I had put to rest.
“Dan,” mom said with a smile, “please strip Hunter.” I looked at Paula,
Susan, and Rhonda, my three female cousins, and saw the shock in their
faces followed by broad smiles. I closed my eyes and kept them closed
while mom continued talking.
“Yes, family,” she said, “we have
adopted a lifestyle that requires our child to be in the nude almost
all the time while at home. Now, my nieces and nephew (Peter, who at 17
is three years older than me, is my only male cousin), no one is
requiring you to strip.” I could hear audible sighs from my cousins at
this statement. Continuing on, mom said “That would be up to you, but
for the rest of your time here, Hunter will be naked.”
And so
dad began to strip me and when he pulled down my boxers, an audible and
loud gasp came from everyone in the room. I looked at Paula and Susan
and they were looking directly at my sex organ. The smiles on their
faces told me that they enjoyed my private parts. I was embarrassed but
I was relieved that they liked what they saw. Peter, who was a few
years older than me, smirked a bit, but when he realized that I was
watching him, he gave me a thumbs up. Rhonda, who at twelve, was two
years younger than me, looked as if I was the first boy she had ever
seen naked.
Within a minute, dad and mom broke things up and
everything went back to normal. Paula and Susan came up to me and we
began talking (after all, we hadn’t seen each other for over a year).
It was as if I wasn’t naked. Then Susan spoke up.
“Hunter,”
she said softly, “can I look at you closely?” Being rather stupid, I
wasn’t sure what she meant until she leaned down so that her eyes were
level with my cock. I was turning a bit red. I saw mom walk over.
“Aunt Jill,” Susan said, “is it okay if I touch him a little?”
“I’m sure,” mom said, “but be very gentle and quick.”
I couldn’t help but notice that Susan hadn’t asked me for my permission
- after all, it was my cock and balls. Apparently my permission was not
required. Not that I would have said no but I would have liked to have
had the option. It didn’t matter, especially when I felt her fingers
fondling my balls. Jee, it felt good. Within ten seconds, she stopped
and Paula took over. I thought I would get hard but mom stopped the
girls before that happened. And after that, we all continued as if
everything, except my nudity, was normal.
And so, I remained
naked the entire week the family was here. And the touching continued.
My Aunts Mary and Janet never missed an opportunity to touch my balls
and cock or to pinch my butt cheeks. I always got a kiss or hug after
the touch and yes, I did enjoy such loving attention from my aunts.
And my female cousins? Well, they did more than touch. One day, the
three of them (Paula, Susan and Rhonda) corralled me in my bedroom
while everyone else was outside on the patio. There, each one
thoroughly inspected my body, running their fingers over my balls, my
penis, and my ass.
They were so funny, laughing, giggling,
and teasing as they touched my most intimate areas. Damn, I liked being
admired. And they got to see my cock fully erected. Rhonda, who was
only twelve, got a real education about the way a boy’s body works, And
when I cummed? Well, they enjoyed that but not as much as I enjoyed it.
All in all, things were going well. But the fun was just getting
started.
{End of Ch 3}