High School Humiliation

High School Humiliation Chapter 1

Hi my name is Tim; I am now 20 years old and the story I am about to tell started four year ago when I was 16 years old. I went to a high school some 30-km away from my home. I had to go there by bike and train every day. The train had one stop between our place and where the highschool was located. In the class we were in I was the only one from our place but there were several who had to catch the same train as me. So when the New Year started we always wanted to see as quickly as possible which was our time off. The reason for this was the train time schedule. If we the seventh hour of the day was also the last one we had to wait for the train for almost an hour. During the first period we had either the whole afternoon of or had to go to school until the last hour.

During that first week on Thursday afternoon the last hour was gym. The hour was combined with class 4 c. the first lesson he already had my attention. A well built boy with a great torso and a very nice smile. He had brown hair and blue eyes. He was pretty good-looking to see. I hadn't had the chance to talk to him that hour but when the lesson was finished we walked back to the lockers I walked right behind him and heard a classmate call him Brandon. While changing back into our normal cloths (we didn't shower) my eyes were completed focussed in trying to get a glimpse of him in is underwear. He had a black colored brief on from which I only could see the backside but this looked quite well build.

Because I couldn't take my eyes of him I was almost the last one. I was just in time to catch the train still thinking back at that beautiful bum I had seen of Brandon. Just when I entered the train I saw him again. I sat down a few chairs back on the opposite site so that I could look at him. He left the train at the next station.

I could hardly wait until the next gym class. As it seemed almost impossible to see Brandon much more than during gym. All through the first semester my concentration was focussed on those two hours of gym we had each week. I wasn't that good in gym and Brandon was of course one of the best. The only think I could rearly do well was badminton. We only did this one during that first period. That hour I got the chance to show Brandon who I was. We had a small competition and we made it both to the final. I was on my best during that whole hour but as it seemed standing opposite to beautiful Brandon It was impossible for me to keep up my concentration. I lost with 12 - 8 from him but he smiled at me and that made everything ok. When we walked back to the lookers we started to talk.

"You played well," he said. "Do you play at a club?"

"Yes, I am playing at home for my local club for three years now."

"Any competition games?"

"No, not yet, I am on the reserve back of our junior team for a few months but I haven't had a chance to play a game."

"Bad luck," he said. "Well, see you around."

He walked back to his friends on the other corner of the lockers. I couldn't believe he just talked to me. I started to change into my normal cloths and as usual I looked in Brandon's directions to see if I could get a glimpse of him in his underwear. As he was almost that fare I saw that he was looking at me. I quickly turned my face away and tried to be as quickly as I could to get out of there.

During the next few weeks we hardly say anything to each other he had his friends and I kept with mine. Though it became harder to get a glance of him in his underwear. Because of some strange reason always one of his friends were in the way or he was looking back to me at that time and I couldn't look at him.

At night in my bad I say that afternoon of badminton going through my mind and just start to think what it could be to help him getting dressed and touching his underwear and dick.

It all changed during that second semester. On Thursday we had gym at the seventh hour and were forced to wait afterwards a complete hour for the train. The second week of that semester we were almost finished when Brandon walked to the coach and he asked if it was possible to continue for an hour because some of us had to wait for the train. The coach answered that that wasn't a problem because the rest of the afternoon there was no gym lessons scheduled. I started to walk back to the lockers because I couldn't believe that Brandon and his friends would want me to stay. But when I was almost at the door I heard Brandon yell.

"Hey, Tim, why don't you join us?"

I started walking to the other side where Brandon and four other kids who I had seen before on the train

"We were going to play a little basketball game. Do you want to join us?"

"Okay," I said.

Teams were picked and I was with Brandon in one time. Because we were only with four on a team it was quite a hard work to keep up the pace with the other boys.

After a half-hour I said, "Sorry guys, but this is just too much for me. I have to stop."

"Okay," they said.

It seems like some of them were glad to get rid of me. I had missed some good opportunities and lost the ball for our team a few times.

In the lockers I changed as slowly as possible but when I was dressed they were still going on so I left. At the beginning of next week's gym, Brandon came up to me:

"Would you like to play badminton after the lessons? I already have asked the coach if it was ok if we stayed again."

"Well, if you want to," I said.

"I would like to because the other want to wrestle and that is just one of the things I do not like."

"Okay, well then," and we walked together into the hall.

At the end of the lesson. The other students went and we walked to the material room to get the net for our game. When we came back some of the other kids who stayed were already busy. We put up the net and started playing. We had the time to play a complete game this time and for some reason I did a lot better than last time.

I lost the first set but came back and won the second and third.

"You played well," Brandon said. "We have to do this more often. Did you already play a game for your time?"

Not yet I said but one of team as injured his hand so I think I have a good chance in next Saturday's game.

We walked back to the lockers. The other kids were still busy; we still had almost 25 minutes before the train would come. The lockers were empty so we kept on talking about badminton.

I usually never sweat this hard after a game," Brandon said.

"Well, it is quite hot for this time of the year," I answered him.

I stripped of my gymshorts and looked at Brandon who was doing the same.

I just have to rinse the sweat of my face he said and walked toward the toilets in his white underwear. In the toilets there were a few sinks to wash your hands.

"If you want to freshen yourself up," he said, "I have a towel with me you could use."

"Okay," I said and walked in my underwear to the toilets.

There he was at the sink. I placed myself beside him on the other sink and looked at him. Of cause my eyes went down to his crotch and I could see he had a well build package in his underwear. He looked up and saw me looking. He said nothing but just gave me the towel.

"I get it back when you are finished."

He walked out of the room. My dick at started to grow from the moment I walked into the toilet and Brandon left just in time before I would have been embarrassed about it.

I waited a minute or so and thought about something completely different to make sure that my dick was back into normal size. I walked back in the lockers thinking that Brandon would have his clothes on by now. But when I came in I saw that he was still sitting in his underwear. I walked to the otherside were my cloths were but my underwear started to show my dick again which was getting hard. I saw him looking at me this time and when I was at my cloths and turned around he was just coming towards me.

"Well, well," he said, "just what I already thought. You are just glad to see me walking like this?"

"Well," I said, turning red completely.

"Say nothing," he said, "your dick is saying it out loud for you."

He walked until he was in front of me. "Well," he said, "do you like what you see?"

I still hardly could say anything. I tried to turn around.

"No, wait," he said. "Just take a good look now there is knowbody around. A better look you won't get." And while he said that his hands were on my hand and started to push down. "On your knees," he said, "there you have the best view."

I went down on my knees and was in front of his crotch.

"Well take a good look," he said.

I went with my hands towards him but he backed off.

"No, you are not going to touch," he said. "And if you want to touch anything, go and get your own dick. It is screaming for attention."

"Well," I said, "no, I..."

"Go ahead," he said, "pull it. Come on hurry or do you want that the other kids see you with a hard on."

"No," I said and put my hand in the waistband of my underwear and pulled it down. I started to stroke my dick still sitting on my knees.

"Come on, quicker," he said. "Just look at yourself," he said, "you little faggot."

Despite the humiliation of stroking my cock in front of him, I came rather quick. The whole idea that had happened had been one of my fantasies for long, so it didn't take to long.

When my dick spurted the last drips of cum I looked up to his faces.

"Well done," he said, "you better hurry and clean up, because the other boys will be in soon."

"You're are not going to tell them, are you?" I begged almost.

"Well," he said, "as long as you do what I want I will keep my mouth shut, I think."

I looked at him while he turned away to his cloths.

Half way he turned around. "Well, are you going to obey me?"

"What?" I said.

"Clean up and get your clothes on."

"Okay," I said, "I will do what you say, but please don't tell the others."

"We will see," he said and started dressing himself.

When I cleaned myself he left already the lockers so I started to dress and wanted to be out of there before the others would come in.

High School Humiliation Chapter 2

That evening my mind wondered back to the things happened during gym. I started to stroke my cock just thinking about Brandon in his underwear. The humiliation of being forced to masturbate in front of him made me horny again. I took my cock in a faster and tighter rhythm and moment later a flood of cum came out of my dick. After I cleaned myself and started wondering what Brandon had meant with the fact that I must obey him to make sure that he wouldn't tell any one.

The next day I saw Brandon a few times but he didn't do or say anything to me. I watch him a few times but just didn't want to be very obvious. During that day it became clear to me that I was in love with Brandon and would probably do anything for him. Those beautiful eyes in combination with that big smile and the perfect body made him irresistible for me. I just wanted to be with him, touching him, going through his hair with my hand, kiss his ears and feel his hard biceps.

While we were waiting at the train. Brandon walked past me and stopped for a moment. He then said, "I will see you tonight at seven at my home".

I looked at him and said, "That is impossible I will have to come by train and my parents would not allow me to."

Brandon answered, "You have heard me, you better be there if you don't want the others to know what kind of faggot you are."

He didn't wait for my answer but walked away from me. I just started to think about how I could get to Brandon's house without telling my partners that I would be out for the evening and taking the train. Our station was well out of the city. I was not allowed to come over there after dark. I suppose I could tell them that I had an extra training session badminton and that I wouldn't be home before midnight. They wouldn't mind this as long as it was for badminton.

At six I took my bicycle and went away to the station. There were only a few older people on the station and I took the train at half past six. At five minutes after seven I arrived at Brandon's place. He opened the door and said." Welcome you're late. I must think about that."

I answered him, "Well I am sorry but I couldn't be here earlier. The train was ten minutes to late"

Now in a more angry tone Brandon said, "That is no excuse. If you wanted enough you could have been on time",

"Sorry", I said.

"Okay, come in, walk directly back to the living room."

I went in, nobody was around. I sat down on the couch.

Still angry Brandon shouted, "Who told you that it was okay to sit down? Stand up over there in front of the table."

I stood up and walked towards the table.

Brandon said in a little sarcastic tone, "Okay, let's see what we are going to do first. I will start a little music and you are going to do a striptease to the music"

I looked at him and said, "What about your parents?"

Brandon had his answer prepared and said, "They won't be home before late this evening and my little brother has a sleepover at a friend's house so come on."

The music started and after a moment I started to dance and began talking of my clothes. When I was so far that I had to take of my trousers my dick was already hard. This striptease made me feel very horny again. Brandon looked and said, "Well, go on." I went on and took of my trousers and afterwards my underwear.

"Well I see that you like to do this for me, don't you?" Brandon asked in a very `I know what's best for you' kind of way.

I started to stumble but I couldn't say anything that would make sense.

"Okay," he said, "next step, start to masturbate yourself and if you are going to come, take the glass of the table and fill it with your cum."

I looked around and saw the glass on the table, which was already filled with a small amount of white slurry.

"That's mine", Brandon said. "I just made you a little bit. Okay go on but be sure that you take at least 15 minutes before coming."

I started to stroke my dick slowly and just going with my hand around the top of my dick feeling how it grows.

After something like 10 minutes I just couldn't stop myself and cum spurted out of my dick. I got the glass just in time and most of the cum went in it.

"Okay," Brandon said. "you did great but you came too soon. I will have to punish you for that too. Currently you have two violations so that will mean you must do the following thing, on the next gym classes you are going to wear a jockstrap for underwear. You know what that is."

"Yes", I answered, "but I don't have one."

"Well I have so I will get it for you. You will not only have to wear it, but you are going to be the first one who is going to get into his underwear in the lockers and the last one to put on his gym shorts."

"How I am going to do that?" I asked.

Brandon answered, "It doesn't matter how, but as long as you do it."

"Okay, wait," he said, "I will get the jockstrap so that we can see how it looks."

He went upstairs and came back a moment later with a white jockstrap.

"Try it on", he said.

I took the jockstrap out of his hand and tried it on. My dick, which had become soft after I came a moment ago, started to grow again.

"You like that too."

"You're right about that."

"You are looking great in it. Keep it on," he said, "and be sure to wear it next gym class."

I wanted to start putting on my clothes but I first had to go to the toilet. I asked him were it was.

"You have to pee?" Brandon asked.

"Yes I need to."

"Well," he said, "you could do it right here into this glass."

He passed me on the glass that was in front of him. Not the one with the cum, but the one he was drinking from.

I zipped my trousers and took my dick in my hand. It was hard to start pissing in front of him, but after a few seconds the flow of yellow fluid found its way to the glass.

When I was ready I saw that I almost had filled the glass. I put it on the table and zipped my trousers up again.

"Okay," Brandon said, "now you must drink it."

I looked at him and said, "No way."

With a big smile on his face Brandon answered, "Oh yes you are, because if you are not doing what I say, the whole school is going to be witness of what happened here tonight. Of cause without knowing that I was here."

He walked right to the cupboard that was standing opposite to the table and opened it. Behind the glass was standing a camera and hearing by the sound of it was on.

"No, you wouldn't," I said.

"Well there is only one way to find out, Tim," Brandon said still smiling.

I looked at him and took the glass in my hand and brought it to my mouth. Slowly I started to drink it. I had to stop a few times otherwise I would have started to throw up.

"Well done," he said.

When I was finished. I looked kind of embarrassed at him.

He asked, "You like it, don't you."

"No," I said, "it was terrible."

It seemed that that was just the thing he wanted to hear, because he started to smile even more.

"Two violations so here is going to be you second punishment", he said, "Okay, beside that you have to wear a jockstrap during the next gym class you are also going to do the following: because you didn't obey me a moment ago, I want you to collect every drop of piss in a bottle or even in more than one until we meet next time. I will check on you tomorrow morning at school and at the end of the day. You better show me every time what you have. And now get out of here."

I couldn't get a chance to say anything. I was forced out of the living room with my shoes in my hand.

Outside I put my shoes on and started to walk towards the station. I hardly could believe what had happened. But during the whole evening I felt very horny.

High School Humiliation Chapter 3

I had to wait at the station for more than a half hour but I should be home around half past ten so that shouldn't be a problem. On the bicycle back home I found myself in need for a piss but remembered that I should put it in some kind of bottle for Brandon. I just made it home in time and found an empty Coke bottle to put all the piss in. Happily my parents weren't home on that moment. I found a note that they would be back around eleven o'clock.

I decided not to stay up and wait for them but to go to bed already. I hid the bottle of piss under my bed knowing I would need it again early next morning. I just could not believe that Brandon had made a video of it. I would like to see myself back on video. There was one thing that would have made the evening better. I didn't get a look of Brandon in his underwear or in the nude. I really would have liked that.

I fell asleep before my parents came home. The next morning I woke up with a normal urge to go to the toilet. I looked at the clock; it was seven o'clock. That means that my parents weren't awake. I decided to have a quick shower and pee in the bottle before they would awake. After that I went back to my room. The bottle now was 3/4 -- full that would mean I had not enough room in it for the rest of the day. Normally I would go twice or three times to the toilet at school. I would have to take another bottle with me to school. When I came into the kitchen, my mother was already making breakfast so I couldn't get another bottle. Worried about how I was going to get through this day without another bottle and Brandon looking over my shoulder I drove away on my bike to the station.

When I let the train I saw that Brandon was waiting.

"Here you are," he said. "We will wait until the others are gone and then you can show me if you have done exactly what I told you."

"Okay," I said.

After everybody walked past us, I opened my bag. "Here it is."

"Okay," he said, "that looks like everything from last night until this morning. You are going to show me during lunch if you have filled it and again before we leave school at the end of day. I suppose you have another bottle with you?"

"No, I haven't. I couldn't get my hands on it this morning without my parents seeing."

"Well, that is your problem. You better get some bottles at the school then."

He walked away, while I was getting the bottle back into my bag. I should be very careful that nobody would get a chance to look into it.

During morning break I bought some bottles of Coke and flushed them trough the toilet. It was only small bottles but they had to be enough for the rest of the day. During lunch I showed Brandon my collection. I filled the big one and had gone trough half of the first small bottle.

"Okay", Brandon said, "you are doing okay. I will see you after the last hour in the canteen. We have to wait for a half our on the train. You can join my friends then. Don't forget to go to the toilet first. I want you to fill up the small bottle then."

I did what he said and, after I visited the toilet, I went into the canteen. Brandon and three other kids of his class were sitting at a table in the middle of the canteen.

"Tim, over here," I heard Brandon shout.

I walked towards them and Brandon started to introduce me to the others. I knew Mike, because he was also in our gym class. I didn't know the other two. They were introduced as Jason and Peter.

"Did you know that they also play badminton?"

"No, I didn't. Were are you playing."

"In the same team as Brandon is. He is our junior team member. "

"Would any of you guys like a drink?" Brandon asked.

Jason said he would like a Coke and Mike wanted an apple juice.

"And You Tim, do you want anything."

I wanted to say something but at that moment. Brandon looked at my bag that was standing between us.

"Oh I see you already have an apple juice."

And with that he got the small bottle out of my bag and put it on the table.

"Well wait one second I will get us one and we will see which of us can drink it all in one."

I just could not get it. Brandon just pulled the full bottle with pee out of my bag and put it onto the table. I looked at the other but they found nothing odd about it. Well if you look at it you could say that it was apple juice.

Was he going to make me drink this in front of the others? I just could not walk away now.

Brandon came back and said: "I just know something better. We our going to drink one by one and I will time us. I will start."

Brandon took the bottle to his mouth and started to drink. After 35 seconds Brandon finished his. Ok now you Jason. Jason was just not that quick and it almost took him 40 seconds before he was finished.

"Okay, Tim, you are next."

I looked at Brandon and wanted to say something.

"Well, go on -- open it and start drinking," Brandon said.

"It doesn't matter", Mike said "if he doesn't want to play along."

"Oh yes he will. Won't you Tim?" Brandon asked.

I just nodded and opened the bottle. I could hardly imagine. I would have to drink this without letting the others know that it was my pee instead of the apple juice.

I drank it very slowly without gagging. But it took me a complete minute before I was finished.

Brandon had been looking around to see if the others were looking odd. But nobody seems to notice anything.

"Well-done", Brandon said, "it was your first time though the one-minute is not that bad."

"Okay," I said, "now Mike."

I wanted to be out of the spotlight as soon as I could. Mike started to drink and was done in 25 seconds. We talked a little and then Brandon said, "Well, it is time to get the train. We walked back to train and Brandon walked right next to me.

"Well how did you like that?"

I looked at him and said, "It still tasted terrible."

"Indeed it would, but you did exactly what I wanted so no penalty for this."

He left me there to go on with his friends.

I could hardly believe I was humiliated in front of the others and nobody noticed it. Just thinking about what I had done it gave me a very horny feeling. Brandon said nothing about stopping to collect my pee so I should go on with that and of course tomorrow we were going to have gym again.

When I was home I took a smell at the bottle. This made me horny again and I started to stroke my cock. And you can imagine what happened later. I came with an orgasm I had never had before. I kind of liked it to be humiliated in front of other.

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