The Shaming of David 3

By WritingCouple

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Copyright 2015 by WritingCouple, all rights reserved

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The Shaming of David
Chapter 3
by: WritingCouple
 

 
I sat glumly, forlornly in the car for our drive to “Fiat Lux”. It was our first day and the thought of meeting Mrs Walsh once again had me petrified. I had no pants or undies on. Sean and I wore pants from the house to the car and as Miss Linda had instructed we removed them as soon as we got into our seats. Wherever we went this was the drill.
 
Linda sat up front beside Mom and Carolyn sat between Sean and I.  She absent mindedly rolled my cock in her fingers as she spoke to Linda.” It’s all farm land out here, Its beautiful.”
 
“Oh you’re gonna love it up here. It’s so secluded and peaceful. Starting tomorrow we’ll get picked up by the  special school bus. Gladys drives it,so you wont have to worry David... She’ll make sure you leave your pants on the first seat. You won’t have to hide your cock for a minute from all the little girls on the bus.” The three of them laughed at my expense. They talked about the school and what to expect when we got there, and all the while Carolyn fondled my cock.
 
My dick had become her worry beads or her security blanket. She pulled and rolled it as she watched her television shows or chatted with mom , Linda or Sean. What was most infuriating was the fact that I was not allowed to cum without Carolyn’s permission, and she liked my cock hard or semi erect. The door had been removed from my bedroom and toilet I was never given a private moment. Linda said I’d try to sneak off an orgasm.  I even slept with Carolyn who used my cock as a means of lolling herself to sleep.
 
On Saturday night I had waited till she nodded off then began to give my cock a good jerk off. I had been teased all day by Linda, mom, Deborah and especially Carolyn. I watched her closely as I brought myself to that glorious place and ZAP, I received such a jolt through my nuts that I was thrown out of the bed.
 
“Ah, ah, ah. No you don’t you naughty boy. We’ll have no more of that.” My mom stood in the doorway with a remote in her hand.
When Carolyn talked on the phone or ate her meals she would continue to fondle my cock. I was her habit.The only time she relented was when one of the others wanted to use me. Deborah was the first to fuck me. She climbed on me as we were watching television as a family and rode my dick like a cowgirl, facing away from me. The rest of them just watched her.  Her two hand were down between her legs wrapped around my balls and when she heard me breathe quickly and tense up she would squeeze my balls to prevent me from climaxing.
 
“I love cock, David. And while you are still big, I’m gonna fuck it and suck on it constantly but you will not get to cum. You are my dildo. That’s what I’m gonna call you from now on, David...  My Dildo. Where’s my Dildo?”
 
She encouraged my mom and even Linda to take free rides on my cock. It drove me mad with excitement and insane with frustration. Carolyn had a go at sucking on me then denying me relief. Linda was instructing her on the fine art of tease and denial. Linda herself was so good at edging that she brought me time and again to the limit, to a hair’s breadth of orgasm and then left me hanging.
 
She even made me watch as either she, Carolyn or both of them brought Sean to a massive orgasm with a hand job or blow job. I was completely immersed in sex but had none... no release...my balls were a swollen aching mess.
 
“Don’t worry,” Linda told me. “One day a week at school, all the boys in training like you, get into a circle and jerk each other off. The girls can all come and watch the show in the shower room and call out comments. You may not think you will cum like that but you will be so pent up with fuck juice that you’ll gladly participate in the show, you’ll see,  and you shoot all over each other. You will get lots of cheers. It is a lot of fun... Relief Day is every Wednesday afternoon. Gladys runs the washroom and showers, She’ll make sure you are prepped and ready to go or should I say cum.”
 
Both her and Carolyn and even Sean would have me play “Stop and Go” . Mom and Deborah got a big charge out of it. I’d sit on the couch and when one of them said “Go” I’d start to wank my cock. When one of them said “Stop” I’d stop immediately and my cock would bounce and dance for the never allowed release. All three of them had their controllers at the ready and would shock me mercilessly if I didn’t play properly. They would often bring me to tears of frustration. I wanted to smash their faces in and I wanted them to love and choke my cock all at the same time.
 
For the drive to our new school, I stared out the window and ruminated on all these things. Everyone was chatting excitedly. Carolyn was diddling my cock vacantly. I was dejected, forlorn and chastened. I watched the poles and the fields fly by.
 
We pulled up a long driveway into a wooded property, through a stone gate and to the very doors of the “Fiat Lux” school.  Although it was a mere ten steps from the car Sean and I were instructed to put our pants on before we entered the double front doors. I’m pretty sure that it was done because stripping was such an embarrassment.  Once we stepped inside there was a wall of storage cupboards with a sign reading. “Boys are to leave all clothing here.”
 
There were students from kindergarten to high school milling about and obviously preparing for class. It was eerie, like some mad futuristic sci-fi movie. The boys, no matter what age, were stark naked while all the girls wore kilts, knee socks, crisp white blouses and a school tie. Some of the girls pulled boys about, using their cocks as some kind of lead. At the base of the stairwell a young boy stood with his hands on his head while three girls giggled and prodded his dicky and his asshole. They were chatting and enjoying a good old time while the boy was shamed nearly to tears.
 
Sean was naked by now but I stood frozen in place, reeling at the nightmare before me. Then I was encouraged by seeing a male approach, fully clad in slacks and a sweater. To my dismay I realized that this was a staff member. The man spoke to me. “What are you doing standing there gawking with all your clothes on? Get them off this instant.” The stranger fumbled in his pocket and produced a remote. I jumped into gear and peeled off all my clothing. I stood completely naked beside Carolyn, my Mother, Linda and Sean.
 
The stranger stood with no intention of moving on.  “My goodness, look at this one.” He reached for and cradled my cock in his right hand. “This will cause quite a stir around here for a time, till it withers.” He was now bouncing my cock up and down in his cupped hand.
 
I had suffered many indignities since Friday night which seemed a lifetime away but nothing shocked or shamed me like this.  This strange man was playing with my cock in front of everyone. A group began to form at first just the three girls from the stairwell, then others were attracted by the gathering. In no time there were at least twelve girls of varying ages in a semicircle. Some naked boys stood by observing, but were pushed further to the background by any girl who chose to watch. The crowd swelled.
 
“It really is a beauty.” The man exclaimed and reached in to heft my balls, assessing their weight. “Such a shame... such a waste.” I could not help but notice some very attractive girls staring blatantly at my cock. I closed my eyes and lowered my head as the indignity continued. Some unknown girl’s voice piped up from the crowd.
 
“Look, he’s getting a hard on. Guess he’s a faggot, loves to feel Mr. Staller yanking on his cock.
 
“Well, he better get used to it.” Another voice joined in then there was an outburst of laughter.
 
 I would not never cry in front of them all but my face and chest turned crimson and I bit my lower lip. Then, I felt Carolyn’s hand reach over and  she began to fondle my shaft.  I wanted to scream out. “Oh please Carolyn, not here, not now.”
 
“He’s my brother and he’s mine to look after. His name is David.”  Shockingly they all backed off a pace even Mr. Slatter seemed to respect her rights. Her fondling turned into stroking and pumping. The group remained in place and I heard random comments about my size and weight. Some comments about dying to get their hands on it and the like.
 
“What’s going on out here?” I heard Mrs. Walsh’s voice and her heels clacking down the corridor. “Isn’t this a school?  Aren’t there classes starting? Get. Get. All of you.” I heard the crowd disperse and felt the principal’s presence in front of me.
She took my chin between her thumb and forefinger, lifting my head. “Look at me boy. There will be no closing of your eyes or looking away around here. You will observe every detail of your humiliation. That is why you are here.” I opened my eyes and stared into her face.
 
“Here you are causing trouble already? You come along with me to my office. Linda can you take Carolyn, Mrs. Haliday , and Sean on a tour of the school, then leave Sean in room 203 and Carolyn with the little ones.
 
At that very moment Deborah appeared in the door way. She had driven her own car since she needed to be in at the law firm immediately after the tour of the school. She would not miss that.  She had spent the entire weekend at our house revelling in all my humiliation and using my cock incessantly. It was her that would get my mom going on my dick. She had only left our home for a one hour meeting with my dad. “I’ve got enough on that man to make him agree to David’s reformation and more. He’ll be no trouble...” That is how she squelched my final hope on Saturday afternoon. She smiled wickedly to see Mr. Walsh. Grab me by the ear and twisting it led me down the hallway to her office.
 
I could hear Linda going on about the age and history of the glass trophy case as she began her tour. Once in her office, Mrs. Walsh steered me into a standing position beside her swivelling desk chair. “You get yourself nice and hard as I finish up this paperwork.” She spun herself into her working position and began to shuffle some papers within an open file. I pulled on my cock, my traitorous cock which sprang to attention and the most inappropriate times. It began to thicken in my hand. I stood inches from Mrs. Walsh. If  I had arched my back and pressed my hips forward  I might have pressed my cock head against her cheek. She was a stern, big woman but my cock didn’t care about things like that and just imagined the feel of her cheek and perhaps her mouth sucking on it.
 
She spent a good deal of time on the file, then, returned the loose papers into manila folder. She swivelled in her chair and brought her face to within inches from my cock. She took it between her forefinger and thumb and stared at it. She slid on the reading glasses which hung about her neck. “It’s my job David to degrade, humiliate and train little willful boys like yourself.” She squeezed the head of my cock so that the eye of my knob opened up. “And, I’ll tell you a little secret... I love my job.”
 
Still pinching the head she reached for a box on her desk and flipped it open. From its blue velvet interior she retrieved a metallic rod. She inserted the end of it into my cock hole and pushed until it sank deeply into my cock. I whimpered as I felt it almost in my scrotum. She smiled and looked up into my face and began to move the rod back and forth as if she were fucking my cock hole with it. “Just a bit of fun.” She commented.
 
Then she pulled the rod out and guaged the depth of its wetness with a measuring tape also found in the box. She scribbled a number on a legal pad that sat atop her desk. I could make out the title  ”David Haliday”. She proceeded to measure and annotate the length of my cock its girth at the base, mid shaft, and multiple dimensions from my cock head. A bead of precum arose on my slit. Without comment she wiped it away with a finger and presented it to my lips. I licked it clean without comment. She was engrossed in the examination and recording of the minutia of my cock and balls. She busied herself with numbers and descriptions.
 
She clicked her ball point closed and tossed it on the desk. “We’ll see how you are doing next Monday. Suddenly and with no warning she slapped my cock hard with her right hand. “Still proud of your big cock eh boy?”  She had slapped the upper side of it. It was still bouncing in reaction when she slapped the underside even harder. “Still like to show him off do we?” She gave it about ten good wacks top, bottom and on both sides. It quickly grew incredibly sore and red all over. She raised her right hand high above her head then brought it down mightily, stopping inches from the top of my dick. “Did, you just pull your cock back and away from me? I can’t believe that. Did you just flinch and pull your ass back? You actually pulled your cock, my property away from me. Well, I can’t believe your gaul. I don’t know if anyone has ever had the effrontery to pull back from me.” She stood. Grabbed the remote from her desk and zapped my balls till I fell to my knees in agony. “Get up you little baby? Answer me. Did you pull your cock away from me?”
 
From my knees I answered, “No, Mrs. Walsh, if I did, it was an instinct, a...”
She zapped me again until I fell to the floor clutching my tortured nuts. She pretended to be even more shocked as she spoke again.
 
“Did you... Did you... use the word NO to me. Did you say no to me?”
 
“I did, but I was just trying to explain. I...”
 
She reached down and grabbed my throbbing balls and physically lifted me to my feet. Without a word of explanation she dragged me by the balls, outside her office, passed the secretary, along the hall, down the stairs and through a pair of swinging doors. I was on tip toes and moved always to anticipate her direction. I could barely stand the pain and thought she may rip the balls right off me.
 
I found myself in a large open area classroom. Kids played at sand tables, with jigsaw puzzles, toys of all descriptions. The little boys were all bare assed naked and the girls were in uniform. One little girl had a boy bent over a work table and was spanking his bum yelling something about “Don’t you ever, ever, ever, snatch a toy or anything else from me or else....” It seemed to me that they ranged from kindergarten to about grade three, all the primary grades. There were three teachers in the room. One of them was Mr. Slatter the author of my initial humiliation in the foyer.
 
“Here, please... Chop! Chop!” Mrs Walsh called from the center of the room. All the kids scurried into a semi circle in front of us and the three teachers pulled over little kiddie chairs and sat behind the students.
 
“This boy,” she began. “This boy had the nerve to pull his cock away from me.” There was a collective “Awhh” from the kiddies. I noticed my sister Carolyn sitting front and center, staring up at me.  She had the naked dicky of a little guy in her hand as she observed the proceedings attentively. I am ashamed to admit that I felt a twinge of jealousy. How absolutely amazing. I hated the way she relentlessly fondled my cock and now I was jealous of the new little dicky in her hand.
 
I noted that many of the girls had the same habit and were stretching, bending, fondling the cocks of any little boy who was around them. One very young one had a dicky in both of  her hands. They all looked up eagerly at my cock and fondled away at the various cocks without intent or focus.... just a habit.
 
“He is new. His name is David Haliday... say David Haliday.” They sang it out like a practiced chorus. She turned me sideways and with an open hand on my balls she presented my cock to the class. “He has a really big cock and heavy, heavy balls, maybe the biggest cock and balls we have ever had at Fiat Lux.”
 
“Can I touch it and play with it?” one little cherub from the middle of the pack called out.
 
“Not just yet, Martha” Mrs. Walsh said. “He is here for some discipline and I want you all to watch.” I groaned in disbelief and humiliation. How did this woman come up with one more shameful thing after another. “After his punishment, he will spend his first week of school here with you. Then, you can all do as you please with his cock, balls, bum. That will serve to bring him down a peg or two. He is just like any other boy in the class. You all have your remotes and know what to do if he disobeys in any way.”
 
“Can I zap him now?” a girl called out...”No, no let me.”... “I wanna try”...different voices called out.
 
Mrs Walsh clapped her hands together sharply. “Enough if I see you calling out again without raising your hand. You will not be allowed to play with David for the rest of the morning.” They were like a school of piranhas and I feared being left alone with them. Believe it or not I wanted Mrs. Walsh to stay with me. That desire, however, did not last long.
 
“I brought David here because he pulled, actually pulled his cock back from me. From me if you can believe it. Now even you primary girls know what it means when a boy covers or pulls back his cock.”
 
The girls again sang out by rote, a trained chorus. “Cock spanking till he cries.”
 
“Very good girls.” What did they say David?
 
I swallowed hard, “Cock spanking till he cries.”
 
Violently she swung at my exposed cock and wacked it cruelly with each syllable...” Cock... Span..king...till... he ...cries.” She continued lecturing and slapping viciously.  “Now a big, SLAP, boy like this. SLAP Can take a lot, SLAP of hits,  SLAP without SLAP crying. SLAP. He will take SLAP even more SLAP with you SLAP little ones SLAP watching SLAP.
 
Little Martha got so excited by the cock beating that she sprang to her feet and began to clap and hop up and down. A pretty young teacher quietly settled her down, carrying the girl back with her to the teacher’s seat. Martha still bounced however on her teacher’s lap and worked her hand up under her own kilt and began to finger herself. The teacher ignored this behavior and concentrated on my bright red cock, watching it bounce and flip about painfully.  During the Martha incident, Mrs Walsh had administered at least twenty more violent slaps to the top , bottom and sides of my rapidly bruising cock.
 
“Did you just pull back again? I certainly hope not. Arch your back, stick it way out there, offer it to me, place your hands on your bum and push it way forward. Girls you tell me if he pulls back. Can you do that?”
 
“Yes, Mrs. Walsh.” They sang out. Surprisingly, Mrs Walsh looked like she was about to deliver another upper cut to the underside of my cock but instead she slapped my balls with a sickening splat. “I threw my head back in agony and roared.” But, I dared not flinch or pull back. The principal wailed away again with renewed vigour sending about every fifth blow to my nuts. Tears ran down my cheeks but I would not cry.
 
Martha kept calling out... “He pulled back. He pulled back Mrs. Walsh.” She hoped wildly to see a crueller punishment doled out. She was flushed and sweating with excitement.
 
“I’m running out of steam here.” Mrs. Walsh complained but kept up the torrid pace of slaps.” Miss Larson will you take over?” The pretty young teacher rose quickly and bringing Martha along with her, stood before my agonizingly painful cock. She was only about six years older than me and so pretty that my tortured cock could not help but respond to her. Martha snuggled right in between us inches from my glowing cock.
 
“No, Martha,” Mr’s Walsh spoke up as she saw the little girl’s hand raise to my dick. “I told you that you would have to wait.” Miss Larson moved Martha to the other side of me so that the rest of the class could enjoy my torture.   Martha moved in just as close now but on the other side. She stuck her hand down her waistband and was openly fingering herself with her right hand. She placed her left thumb in her mouth and settled in for a good show.
 
Miss Larson was not as big or strong as Mrs Walsh but her arm swung with a youthful and lithe speed. She also had a whipping type flick with her hand and the first resonant SLAP had me yelp in pain. I felt almost as if she had cut me for blood. The seated audience broke into spontaneous applause at the blow. But that did not forestall her. She rained a flurry of sharp stinging slaps to my cock. She only hit the top, where the shaft meets the head. But, she unerringly struck the same spot over, and over and over.
 
When I began to plead with her. “Please... Please... Oh Please Miss... I’m begging you.” The class again broke into applause.
 
“Don’t forget to crack him in the nuts sometimes, Mrs Walsh coached.” Her technique was to grab my cock and pull it up high so that my balls protruded from underneath. She then dealt a lightning like whippy blow to my vulnerable testes. Martha tried to say...”He pulled back.” But her speech was terribly impeded by the thumb in her mouth.
 
I whimpered pathetically and begged her for mercy. I knew instinctively that  talking was a mistake and that talking can easily lead to crying. I knew I was close to a break down.
 
“He’s close,” Miss Larson announced expertly. “Mr.Slatter do you want to finish him off?”
 
”I certainly do” Mr. Slatter said and sprinted to my cock. “He raised his arm high and over his head and down his back like a tennis player ready to serve the ball. He swung with such force that I could feel the breeze on my chest until he nearly demolished my cock. He did not wait for my reaction but rather struck in quick succession. I withstood about five of them till I collapsed... a weeping mess on the floor before the children. I sobbed loudly and wracked my lungs for air. I had no control and no dignity left.
 
“Up, up, up or we’ll be forced to continue,” Mrs Walsh said as she raised me by the upper arm. “Hands on your head. We’d all like to see you cry.” My face contorted in that shameful way it had when I cried as a kid. I was literally bawling, coughing, and sputtering with my hands on my head. I also knew better than to close my eyes but rather I stared at the pointing, giggling children. My cock was crimson , black and blue from the punishment.  
 
Mrs Walsh stood close by my side. “We have an assembly this afternoon and the girl who is most well behaved until them will be allowed to lead David by the cock, into the gymnasium. Martha dashed back to her original place on the floor and sat with her back ramrod stiff, paying exact attention.
Carolyn, your new student is David’s sister. Be nice to her as a new girl and if you become her friend she may invite you to their house for a sleepover. You can enjoy David and his brother Sean all day... unsupervised. Wouldn’t that be fun?
 
Stand up Carolyn let everyone see you. She also has to give David his daily enema and his suppository of  Puericil. If you are nice to her she may chose one of you to assist her in either of those chores. He is to be treated just like the other boys in here. He is a toy for all of you. Miss Larson and Mr. Slatter will ensure that you share him properly... one or two at a time and your teachers will tell you when your turn is up. No hogging the new toy. You can spank his bum if you like, just like any boy in the school but I think we will leave off the cock spanking until I check his little dicky tomorrow for any serious bruising.”
I could not stop sobbing. I did so quietly now but I was still weeping none the less.
“Have a nice time with him girls but don’t let the other boys back slide while he is here. Constant training is the responsibility of every female in the building.”
 
The End of Part 3
 

 
 

 
 

 
 
 

   
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