The Shaming of David 1

By WritingCouple

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Hi I’m David Haliday. I was in grade ten, a brooding fifteen year old when it all this shit began. Dad had fucked off with a junior partner, Deborah, two years earlier; leaving me as the “man of the house”. And, as I can now see, I abused the privilege... demanding all the respect and accepting none of the responsibility of the position.

I guess I made life miserable for my brother Sean who was 12 and my little sister Carolyn. I would snap at them constantly, just for the hell of it. I’d push them out of the way if I wanted to get to the fridge or I’d yank them out of my preferred seat if I wanted to watch a TV show. It amazes me that they continued to love me and follow me about even through all of my shitty antics. Carolyn, who was 8 never tired of nestling up against me. If I was in an uncommonly kind mood, I would allow her the honor.

I seldom spent any time with the family since I would much rather barricade myself in my room and yank on my cock all day and night. I always had a hard on unless I had just tossed one off in front of my computer screen or stretched out on my bed. I could not leave my cock alone and was addicted pulling on it. So, I generally snapped and growled at Sean and Carolyn relentlessly to chase them away and allow me jack off time.

My mom, Bonnie suffered the worst of my moods and nonsense. She could do nothing right nor please my whims in any way. I can see now that I was a demanding, petulant, pain in the ass. Mom is pretty for a grown up. She runs every day and does those in front of the TV work out shows. Sean and Carolyn would often do the exercises with her and the three of them would giggle and laugh together. That really pissed me off. I guess that I wanted them all as miserable as I was. I’d watch them enjoying one another and make deriding comments... hurtful shit.

“Oh, why don’t you just go to your room as usual and leave us alone. We’re having fun.” Mom would groan as I groused.

I watched the workout routines because I liked to ogle mom’s cunt, ass and tits as she stretched, twisted and bounced. Some of her poses were a real turn on and her tights often bunched up showing her slit. I’d curl up on the couch behind them in order to disguise my raging woody. Then, I’d slink off into my room and choke my cock viciously as I imagined a hoard of sexual scenarios played out between mom and I. I confess to staring at Carolyn’s little pussy as well, and watching her ass wiggle and gyrate. You have to understand that I was fifteen at the time and would fuck a warthog given the opportunity. That’s the real reason why I sometimes relented to Carolyn’s snuggling. I could often catch great shots of her cunt and ass, especially if she was in a short sun dress or in a nightie. Mom and Carolyn’s cunts held as much attraction for me as any of the girls at school, or in the grocery store, or on TV, or in the park, or by the pool, or... well you get the idea.

It was this fascination with Carolyn’s little twat that landed me in my current pathetic situation. Mom had left the three of us to go Christmas shopping. She didn’t like to leave me in charge like that because I always had the pair of them in tears with my tyrannical behavior. Carolyn, who is naturally bossy herself used to butt heads with me when I was in control. She’d make determined stands, foot stomps, pouts, turn red with frustration and rage. I enjoyed all of it. I relished in tormenting her.

Sean on the other hand was a pleaser and would fetch, fix and smooth the waters, no matter what the situation. He got it bad from both directions; me the dictatorial older brother from above and Carolyn the demanding little sister from below.

That afternoon, I was sitting on the toilet stroking off as usual as Sean and Carolyn were tearing about the house playing tag or something childish. They played together pretty well most of the time. Well, suddenly, the bathroom door flew open and the two of them stood frozen in the doorway as my aroused cock shot off, splatting cum on the the floor then dribbling over my clenched fist. I could not have stopped the eruption no matter what. They both let out the kind of gasp that kids save for someone coming into a classroom really late.

“I’m telling mom.” Carolyn sang out. “I’m telling mom that you were pulling on your privates and that you peed all over the bathroom floor. You’re gonna be in real trouble when she gets home.”

I stood up enraged at her rebellion. My cock was still erect and oozing the last string of cum. She could not take her eyes off it. “Oh, yeah, well I’m going to tell mom that you burst into the bathroom to spy on me. That you are always trying to get a look at my dick and that you touch it when you snuggle up to me. How’s that.”

“That’s a lie and mommy will believe me... cause she knows it’s the truth.”

“Well, I’m gonna tell her that you are always peeking into my room and I’m gonna tell her that you and Sean look at each other and touch each other all the time.” The pair of them looked shocked and stood with mouths open at this. I was inventing things to say but I immediately realized that I had stumbled onto something here. The way that clammed up and shuffled then stared at each other gave it all away.

“No way... You guys are playing sex games with each other? No way. Holy Shit.” It was a simple matter to wring a confession out of them. They had been poking, fondling and examining each other for ages... right under my nose... Fuck me. I forced them to show me what they do and soon we were gathered around the couch. Our clothes were strewn across the floor. Carolyn lay back on the sofa grasping her ankles and stretching her legs obscenely wide apart. Sean spread her cunt lips with his fingers and was showing me her clit and hole. I was on my knees pounding away at my cock, transfixed by Carolyn’s glistening twat. That is when mom walked into the room. She screamed and dropped all her parcels. We three froze like statues.

Mom’s eyes shot from me to Carolyn to Sean like flashing lasers. “Get to your rooms, all of you. Now.” We bolted, leaving our clothes scattered across the rug. Each of us was terrified and just wanted out of there. Mom is usually a “deal with it right away” kind of mom. So, it was unnerving that she left us stewing for hours right through our supper time. It was eight o’clock when she opened my bedroom door. Often she would have caught me stroking off by entering unannounced like that. It was a something she never did. Tonight however I was too frightened to whack off to the fresh images of Carolyn’s little cunt.

To my amazement, Deborah was with her, standing just behind my mom wearing a tight grey business suit. Dad had left her too and was now living with a law student. The student had only worked for the firm for a month before Deborah caught Dad banging the girl on his desk. Deborah and mom had become friends after that... sharing their mutual betrayal hatred of my father. She initiated their relationship when she phoned mom to suggest ways to improve the settlement that mom and dad were quibbling over. Deborah was a divorce lawyer and was also party to Dad’s tactics and strategy. She was extremely helpful and extremely bitter.

“Come with us young man.” Mom spoke then wheeled round. She and Deborah stomped down the stairs and into the living room where another surprise awaited me. Sitting on the sofa were two more women, strangers. They were sipping tea and stared at me without emotion. Mom promptly slid the coffee table to one side. She and Deborah joined the two ladies on the couch.

“Stand there. Stand right there.” Mom gave instructions and pointed to the spot vacated by the coffee table, a couple of feet from the gathered ladies. I inched my way into the indicated position and felt for all the world like a murderer on trial.

“I have put up with your behavior for far too long David... your moods, your petulance, your interminable masturbation, your oafish rudeness. It is going to stop. It is going to stop right here. Tonight.”

I nodded and stared at my feet wondering when this was going to end. I think I even snuck a peek at the dark recesses of the ladies skirts and began to work up a masturbation fantasy for when I was dismissed and sent back to my room.

“David,” Deborah joined in. “These ladies are members of the “Conservative Restoration Society of Glenville”. I happened to meet up with the group when handling a contentious divorce case. Once I was introduced to their mission and methods I immediately signed up. I have been trying to convince your mother to join as well. She has attended a few sessions but was reticent to commit. Well, David, your current little escapade has convinced her of the benefits of taking back control of her own household. A control ceded to the libido of a wilful teenaged boy. A teenaged boy who seems destined to mimic his father’s unbridled manners. A father who is a perpetual teen aged boy himself.” She was reddening with rage and indignation.

She stood as she continued. “This is Dr. Christine Fallon. She is a practicing psychiatrist and president of the Glenville chapter.” The lady smiled but again without emotion or warmth. And this... this is Gwendolyn Walsh the principal of “Fiat Lux” a private school devoted to the enlightenment of young boys. Gwendolyn was a large breasted severe looking woman in a tweed suit; a suit which might serve either a man or a woman. Deborah sat back down and Gwendolyn now rose to speak.

“All three of you will be attending “Fiat Lux” starting on Monday morning. Yes the school is dedicated to the enlightenment of little boys like yourself but we have many female students. They are encouraged to find and foster their natural inclination towards control and superiority. One of our senior girls will be left in your home for the first month or so to train your family in our practices and philosophy. She is working on her homework assignment in the kitchen as we speak and will be called in later. You will call her Miss Linda. Christine?” Gwendolyn sat and the Dr. stood and approached me.

The bedrock of our program Bonnie is a drug called puericil. Properly administered it will transform him into a human being as opposed to a rebellious concoction of hormones. She eyed me judiciously but spoke to my mother or the other women. She only addressed me directly with either orders or reprimands. She reached into her yawning purse and produced a stethoscope. We’ll make sure he is sound then I will begin the treatment immediately. The sooner the better... naturally.

He is tall. The drug will have minimal effect on his growth but it will stunt him a tad. I flinched and began to utter a protest. She reached for my ear and twisted it as if I were a naughty toddler. The imposing Principal Gwendolyn sprang to her feet and moved menacingly to my side. “You will remain silent and motionless or this will go very badly for you.” Gwendolyn announced.

My mom and Deborah moved in close to each other in the middle of the couch in order to get a close up of the proceedings. “The majority of the effects will be exhibited by the changes to his penis and his testes. Gwen, take off his t-shirt please.”

I was taller than all the women except for the principal but I felt like a wee child surrounded as I was by them and their collective feminine power. My face and upper chest reddened as the doctor began to apply the cold stethoscope to my body. She tapped and thumped both my breast and back. She gathered caliper-like samples of the flesh on my sides and stomach using her thumb and forefinger. Shockingly, the Principal ran her hands over my back in a stroking and exploratory manner.

The doctor checked my throat, teeth, ears. My mother and Deborah were sitting on the edge of the sofa cushion. They too were flushed and intense. “Apparently, he is quite proud of his cock and can’t seem to leave it alone.” The doctor intoned and suddenly yanked down both my pajama bottoms and my undies in one swift ripping motion. I screamed out an “Aah” and my hands flew to over my cock and balls.

A sudden and stinging slap flew at my hands. Mrs. Walsh the principal swung fast and furiously knocking my hands away. She then clasped my balls and the base of my cock in her fist. “You will never, never, never,” her hand pulse painfully on my testes as she repeated the word never “cover up your dicky from any of your betters. It is there for their inspection and amusement whenever they might chose to see it. And, who are your betters? Every female you meet here, at the school, at the shops. Every female anywhere. Do you understand? It is very simple.” As she spoke she increased the pressure on my balls so that I was bending forward in pain by the time she finished her little speech.

I was gasping for breath. “I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Tears were running down my cheek as the pain intensified.

“Yes.” I yelled. The grip however tightened rather than eased.

“Yes, Mrs. Walsh... and don’t ever raise your voice in front of your superiors.”

“Yes, Mrs. Walsh.” She released her fist hold on my balls but her thumb still rested atop my cock. She began to move it teasingly up and down, along the shaft. I had never had anyone touch my cock since I was in diapers and the sensations began to arouse my unruly prick.

“It’s a big cock.” Dr. Fallon observed. It is almost at its full growth. It will begin to shrink when the drug starts to take effect. She handled my cock as she spoke. Mrs. Walsh continued to stroke the top of it with her thumb as Dr. Fallon slid the skin back and forth. “See how quickly he is into full arousal. How often do you think he masturbates Bonnie?”

“God alone knows.” My mother replied. “He is at it constantly, his sheets and undies are crisp with the stuff and there are tissues full of spunk cover the bedroom floor. He leaves splats of cum all over the toilet seat and on the bathroom floor. His computer mouse is a goo covered mess.” I was mortified. Mortified by my nakedness, mortified by my mother’s intimate revelations, mortified by the way my mother could not take her eyes off my cock.

“His testes will begin to shrivel as well. His pubic hair will recede until he has the sexual apparatus of an eight year old boy. I looked pleadingly at my mother, knowing that she would not allow me to be disfigured like that. I know for sure my dad would stop all of this. I couldn’t wait to get to a telephone.

“This is the last time you will get to see his cock this size and this erect. Come, take a closer look. Both my mother and Deborah stood and took a step towards me. The four women banded around me staring at my stiff cock. Deborah reached in and took it in her hand. Both Mrs. Walsh and Dr. Fallon released it and allowed her to yank and explore. She was stroking it hard and fast the way I like to jerk off and she got my hips pumping rhythmically. “God it’s exactly like his father’s same shape, same size even.” She stared into my eyes. “It’s a great cock. Too bad you can’t control it and will have to give it up. I’m going to enjoy seeing the process. You are going to end up with a little kiddie dicky... a baby dick... a pencil dick. Do you realize that? I wish like hell that we could do your father at the same time.” She was angry and spiteful. Still, I longed for her to keep talking and keep jerking. I was so close to shooting all over her skirt.

“Feel, Bonnie.” Its exactly like that two-timing bastard’s cock. My mother, my own mother gently took my cock into her hand.

“You’re right Deb... same length... same girth... even the ridges and head are the same.” She now took both hands to my cock. She closed her eyes and whispered. “God, it’s been so long since I held a stiff cock in my hand. I’m salivating here. And I feel so debauched wanking on my son’s cock. I don’t think I’ve ever been this horny.”

My face was crimson with shame as my mother chatted about my cock with these women around us. My prick was as hard as iron so that they could all see how excited I was in spite by my mother’s touch. I was ashamed, aroused, angry, terrified all at the same instant. My eyes welled up as they continued their examination.

“Well, Bonnie.” Dr. Fallon piped up. “Now that you are taking control of your own household, you can use either of your sons’ cocks in any way you chose. They will soon be docile and subservient to your every wish. Let your imagination run wild. That, Bonnie, is the natural state of things... the way a household should be run. Cocks are meant to serve, entertain, amuse. It is what is best for them and best for us.” My mom nodded at the doctor’s wisdom but did not pause in her fondling of my stiff cock.

Deborah was having her way with my balls rolling them somewhat painfully in her fingers. She looked at my mom and they both smiled. “Do you think I could have David for the occasional sleep over during his training. He looks eerily like his father and I’d love to pay him back by tormenting his son.”

“Yes, yes.” Dr. Fallon chipped in. “That would be a grand idea... superlative training for the boy. Hot tears of rage, indignation, frustration, fear, rolled down my cheeks.

“Okay ladies let’s discuss the dosage and administration. I recommend suppositories since they are effective and humiliating for the subject. This lad needs constant humiliation to suppress that teenaged libido. He’ll get loads of that at school, Mrs. Walsh will take care of that. Miss Linda will show you how to achieve the same results at home... and I do believe Deborah will surely add to the induction.

Enemas are recommended to prepare a squeaky clean passage which will transport the drug wonderfully. Both you and Miss Carolyn will be giving him these treatments.” I jumped as if a jolt of electricity had suddenly surged through me. “Mom, no... Carolyn is a kid, a baby. She can’t see me like this. She can’t touch me. I’ll be better. I swear to God.” I was now crying in supplication.

Mrs. Walsh grabbed me by the wrist and dragged me over to the coffee table. “Oh, your sister will do much more than that I’m afraid. She will prove your most astute trainer. Miss Linda’s homework is schooling your sister on boys, girls and their proper relationship. The pair of them are in there now getting ready for the new rule of order in the household.

I was sobbing when the woman bent me over so that my palms rested on the coffee table. “Legs spread.” She ordered and kicked one of my ankles. “Pigeon toed. Yes. You will make access to your rectum as easy as possible. He is ready for you doctor.” As she said this her hand slid down my belly and her fingers curled around my cock. She whispered in my ear. “If I see one hint of disobedience boy, I will squeeze your balls until your writhe in agony. Get used to this treatment. It will occur either the easy way or the hard way. And, for your information, I prefer the hard way.”

I was whimpering when the doctor approached my helpless backside. “Come ladies, you will be administering the medication yourselves soon. You can use these or not...” She snapped a rubber glove on one of her hands. “Usually, family members dispense with them and just go to good old soap and water. He has a nice tight little sphincter,” she observed as she spread my cheeks wide open. “You can lean him on a table like this or over a mattress... anywhere. But I’d prefer to have him balance bent over and spread his own cheeks wide. It is more humiliating for him to offer his little rosebud for abuse. “David, reach behind yourself and spread your ass cheeks for us to examine you.”

Mrs. Walsh, in a warning gesture, inched her hand down my cock and cupped my balls in her hand. I was a quivering mess as I moved my hands to my ass and spread my bum open.

“Wider.” Intoned Dr. Fallon. “Bonnie, Deborah, feel free to kneel down and inspect his anal opening and his balls. Give yourself something to compare with the changes that will begin in about two weeks time. Touch, prod, comment, giggle... it will all serve to humiliate him and further his induction.

The indignity of holding myself wide open as my mother and Deborah began to fondle my asshole and my balls was overwhelming. I could not stop sobbing and catching my breath. Then, Dr. Fallon slid in between them and shockingly thrust a finger deeply into my ass. I yelped and sprang up only to be instantly forced back down by the ever vigilant Mrs. Walsh. I can remember being nauseous and moaning loudly as the doctor wiggled and curled an invasive finger up and in my ass.

For the first treatment, I will insert the drug without the enema. Miss Linda will instruct the both of you and Miss Carolyn all about enemas and their cleansing or controlling benefits. She left her finger inside me for ages wiggling, exploring, penetrating. Her voice revealed that she enjoyed this part most of all. She produced a long waxy object, shaped like a test tube from her vest pocket. She stretched out and held it in front of my face.

“I’m going to insert this up your bum. I’m going to stuff it up there as far as I can then I will have you press your cheeks together as it dissolves inside you.” My eyes widened and I could not control my trembling. She looked from my mother to Deborah. “Never miss an opportunity to humiliate him like that.”

“Here we go, treatment number one. Make sure you observe closely.” My eyes clenched shut in anticipation. I waited...waited...waited. “Oh goodness me, I nearly forgot. Miss Linda, Miss Carolyn,” she called out. “Do you mind stepping in here for a moment.” I heard mom and Deborah chuckle and then the kitchen door swung open.

Linda looked to be about fourteen, in grade 8 or 9. She wore a short schoolgirl kilt plaid with various shades of blue, a crisp white blouse, blue knee socks, black pumps and a tie which matched the skirt. Her hair was long, blonde and straight. She looked like an image of Alice in Wonderland that I remembered from one of my childhood picture books. She had blue eyes, rosy cheeks. She was on the thin side but she was ever so pretty. The shame of her seeing me like this caused my cock to wither despite Mrs. Walsh’s stroking. Holding onto her hand was my little sister Carolyn.

She looked the same as ever; but yet, totally reformed. Her eyes shone brightly with an unsettling excitement. Her grin frightened me. The tip of her tongue poked out of her lips. She was flushed and her breath was a series of quick intense pants.

“Come girls, come, come. I don’t want you to miss a thing. Bring her over here Miss Linda. Let’s give her a real close up...”

(The End)