Chapter 7 of Highschool Humiliation
On Monday morning I woke up with a stiff one. I started to think about what could happen today. I still had to pay up for one mistake. Brandon said that he would like to see me during lunchtime on Monday. So I would here what I had to do to make it in order. I started to think about Michel and what happened during Badminton on Saturday. It seemed like he had enjoyed himself quite well. He has done this before with his coach. Maybe I could get him to do more with him. I just had to see what would happen if I saw him again today.
Michel was one of the more famous guys in school. Not big time popular but he had quite a big group of friends. He was good-looking (at least that was I found and heard from the girls). He was 1.80 long, had beautiful green eyes and light blondish-brown hair. He had a little bit of hair on his upper lip and had a well build body. You could see that he did some sports. I thought he only did play soccer but it seems he was active on more sporting area's
When I thought about it there were always a lot of people around him but so far as I knew he had no girlfriend. I know he bragged about some dates he had with girls but I didn't see him that friendly with any of them. I was anxiety to see him that day.
When I arrived on the school grounds I hadn't seen Brandon yet. He was not on the train. I started to look around to find Michel, but I didn't before the first hour started. I went in my classroom and saw that Michel was sitting in the back of the room. When I entered his eyes turned towards me and a smile came on his face. Just like he wanted to say Hi.
I quickly sat down on my chair in front of the class. I tried to look at Michel during that first hour a few times but my teacher prevented to do more. At the end of the lessons I went out of the room and waited for Michel to come out of the room.
He came out together with two of his friends.
"Hi Michel" I said. "You played a great match on Saturday, it was a shame that your team lost the total match".
He waited so that he could answer me. His friends walked towards the next room.
"Yes, you played quite well in that last match, Tim".
"I have never played better than that game. I think I was very motivated to get back at you"
"Well you did. Did you have a great party afterwards?"
"Yes we did. We went to our local canteen and had a big party until late that evening"
"Suck any cock?"
Startled by that question, I quickly looked around to see if anybody was around and could here me. Then I answered "No of cause not. I don't do any of those things with my teammates. Have you ever suck cock from one of your teammates or coach?"
"Well I never did, but my cock has been sucked several times. I am just to good for most of our team members".
"Did you like it?"
"Well if I may say than was your blowjobs one of the best I had so far. If you want you can do it anytime I am horny".
"You would like me sucking your cock again then". I asked.
"Yes, as long as you're not going to kiss me with a mouth full of cum. That was one thing I didn't like".
We talked some more about other things and went to the second lesson.
"I will see you around later," Michel said and he walked towards his chair in the room.
During that hour I could hardly keep up concentration on what was going on. Michel wanted me to suck his dick in the future. I hoped I could get him to do the same with me. The morning went on quite quickly for me not knowing exactly what the teachers were telling. When the bell sounded to announce lunchtime I knew I had to find Brandon. I forgot him during the rest of the morning but know I knew I had to find him.
I took a walk around the canteen but could not find him. I went outside on the school grounds and saw him sitting on the other side on a small wall. He was alone. When he saw me he called me. I walked towards him.
"Go and sit down, Tim" he said. I said down beside him and he looked at me.
"Did you had a nice weekend? He asked
"Yes I did, my badminton team won the game from the team of Michel. You know him don't you"
"Yes I do, so you had a big party afterwards?"
"Yes we had, I didn't come home before late that evening".
"Ok did you do as you were told?"
I looked kind of puzzled and because I answered the question quickly Brandon said "You know, not masturbating (or cumming) until I say so"
"Of cause I did, sir". I answered this, knowing he would have no way of to verify this anyway. I had masturbated at least four times during the weekend.
"Well just to check that I see you at my place after school this evening"
"I am sorry Brandon but that is impossible for me. I am grounded for the whole week"
"Well the choice is up to you Tim, or your obeying me or your obeying your parents and every one in school will see you putting up a big show. You didn't forget the video did you".
"I am sorry Brandon but is there not an other solutions. I will be punished more heavily if I am not home in time"
"No am sorry but the choice is up to you. You can come with me after school. Stay behind me when I walk from the station home and be sure to be there five minutes after I went inside."
He smiled at me and continued: "That is just one part what you have to do. We still have the matter of obedience with the jockstrap and changing into other underwear. I have thought about it and came up with the following thing. You are going to wear dark blue brief underwear tomorrow. You must be in the lockers as one of the first and undress as quickly as possible. You must walk around (going to the toilet for example) and not dressing into your gym shorts until every one else is."
Well nothing new so far, I thought.
"What lesson do you have before the gym hour tomorrow?"
Gym was our last hour and the hour before we would have math.
"Math, I believe," I said.
"Where in the class are you sitting?"
I did not know were this was leading to so I answered "I am sitting in the third row on the left side, near to Frank".
"Frank? The one with the blond hair and blue eyes?"
"Yes, that is the one" I answered.
"Well then you are not going to have any trouble doing the following thing. Just 5 to 10 minutes before the end of that hour you are going to play with your self. You must be sure to start stroking you cock and be ready to cum just before the bell goes. You must stroke you though your underwear. You understand?"
"You want me to cum in my underwear just before gym?"
"Yes you understood me. Just be sure that the wet spot is there for me to check. When you walk towards the toilet on the way back you must walk right passed me. I will be able to see if the spot is fresh, probably I can smell it still." The last part he said in a most sarcastic way.
"You really expect me to do this, do you"
"Yes I do, Tim. You know what the consequences are if you don't. I told you them before. So I will leave it up to you if you are going to obey me or not. I will see you after school at my place". With that said he walked away and went inside. I was still sitting there on the wall not thinking about what I would do.
I almost stayed there for the complete hour thinking about what I would do. I just heard the sound of the bell at the background and started to walk more or less automatically towards the next lesson.
The rest of the afternoon was even more of a blur than the morning hours were. At last the bell went, I knew I had to go quickly to be on time for the train. When I came at the station as saw that Brandon was standing with a group of friends in the middle of the place were the train was supposed to stop. I walked towards the group and stopped about two meters from them. I decided that it was better to disobey my parents than to be watched on television in front of a lot of kids. When we stopped at the station I went out and walked about 100 m behind Brandon. I saw him entering his house and looked at my watch. I waited 5 minutes and went towards the door. Just when I wanted to enter, the door opened.
"Come on in, Tim. Everything is ready," Brandon said.
"Ok I said. Going in to the living room".
"Yes that is fine, leave your coat overhear".
I went in the living room. I saw that there was a microscope on the corner of the table. I started already to think is there away to see if I had masturbate and cum. I just could not believe there was. I hardly believed I would fall through, but who knows.
"Wait one moment, by the way you can start undressing already"
He walked upstairs and I started to undress my self. I saw that there were to glasses on the table. One already filled with quite a lot of cum. It was the same as I used the two times before when I had to masturbate at Brandon's house. That glass was closed by a folio paper. The other glass was empty.
I undressed until I only was wearing my underwear. My dick was kind of getting hard again just knowing that I was able to show off for Brandon. It became more and more exciting and less humiliating to masturbate for him.
Then I heard there was somebody coming down from the stairs and when I looked at the door, not only Brandon entered but also a just a little bit older looking copy of him.
"Tim I want to introduce you to peter my brother. He is studying medcine at the university for a year now".
"Hi Peter, I said" We shook hands and I quickly put mine for my dick so that he could not see it through my underwear.
"Hi Tim" he said, "so you want to see how many of your little sperm cells are in your load. You are not afraid of being not healthy, are you"
So that was the story that Brandon had maid for his brother. I saw that Brandon walked around towards the two glasses that were standing behind my back. He took one away out of the site of Peter.
"Yes I, just want to know how virile I am"
"Well before we can count them. You have to give me a specimen so did you bring something with you or is the reason you are in your underwear that you need to make a load"
"I haven't brought anything with me so I think I need to get a sample for you"
"Well go on then, I have to be out of here in 30 minutes. "
"Right here" I asked.
"Why not" Brandon said quickly. "We now what you are doing and done it ourselves before didn't we brother"
"Yea I did, but if Tim rather would like to do it on the toilet that's Ok with me"
"No Tim, you don't mind do you"? Brandon said. " We don't have the time for that also"
"I don't mind," I said. Knowing that that was the answer Brandon would like to hear. Being forced to masturbate not only for Brandon but also for his 21-year-old Peter was humiliation again and less arousing. Peter and Brandon said down on the couch and I took of my brief and started to stroke my cock.
"Nice cock" Peter said. "Do you masturbate much?"
"Well almost one time a day" I said.
"I must take that into account when I count you sperm cells"
I startled when he said that but had just enough concentration to continue stroking my cock.
"There is a glass on the table, Tim. You can put you cum in there when you are finished" Brandon said.
I started to stroke quicker and a moment later a few spurts of cum landed on the bottom of the glass.
"That was nice to see" Peter said " Now, give me the glass so that I can take a look under the microscope".
I handed him the glass and started to put my briefs back on.
"Come on, lets see the results" Brandon said. He grabbed my hand and took me towards the table and the microscope before I could dress my self further.
Peter started to put some cum on a small glass and put it under the microscope. He was a few minutes busy with the microscope and then he started to write down some numbers on a paper that was beside the microscope.
"Well he said, the numbers are quite low. If I not knew that you masturbate on a daily basis I would say that the chance of you becoming a father are small. But if you are masturbating on a daily basis this is quite a normal number."
I quickly turned my face towards Brandon when Peter ended his sentence. He looked at me and smiled. He looked quite happy now he had caught me on not following his orders.
"I will go upstairs Brandon and make sure that this sample can be used in the future. We have to collect all kinds of sample for one of our practices. So if you don't mind Tim?
"No that is Ok Peter," I said
Peter walked out of the room and went upstairs. Just before he closed the door he said that he was going away when he was finished and that he would call Brandon next week.
"Peter, is not living here any more, but has still his room upstairs" Brandon explained.
"Well it seemed like you have not obeyed my orders. What do you have to say for your self"
"I am sorry sir, but I though you would not be able to check it"
"To be sure that you have learned you lesson, you better go and stand in front of the table with your hands on the table. You are going to choose your own punishment. I have four different kinds of punishments written down on different notes and you are going to pick one of them out without seeing them".
He handed me a small ashtray were the notes where in. I choose one of them and gave the note to Brandon. He opened the note and said:" You are going to be spanked with a belt on your bottom, 30 times. Followed by a surprise".
He walked towards the couch and I just saw that he took a belt from behind it. He said: "bent a little bit"
Then I first heard the sound that the belt makes when it going through the air. The next sound is the one of it landing on my buttocks and almost at the same time, but yet a few of a hundreds second later, the pain going through my bottom into my body of the belt coming down on the right buttock.
Before I could get a deep breath the next slap hit my bottom. He continued to slap me for I think 10 times before he stopped for a moment. Tears are running over my faces and I had difficult controlling myself in not screaming loud.
He took my briefs of and said:" they are already starting to color a little bit". I wanted to turn around to look but Brandon said keep in position and the next slap came down on my bottom. I could feel quite good that one layer of cloths was gone. The pain was sharper this time and when the second slap came I started cry again and shout loud when it landed. He went on until I thought he had slapped me 25 times.
Ok He said now be ready. I felt how he took my balls in his hand and pulled them backwards. "Put your hand on the front side of your balls and push back" he said. This was the first time he touched me in one of the more private parts and my cock swelled enormous. It had become soft during the first slapping.
"You like that, don't you, touching you. Don't answer I can see it for my self".
I pulled my balls back and then I heard the sound of the belt going through the air. This time it landed not on my bottom but on my balls and I quickly stood right up and took my balls in my hand. At the same time I started to yell and cry.
"Get right back in to positions and push does balls back" Brandon ordered
I did as told and a moment later the belt came down on my balls two times in a short time. I yelled hard again and tears were now running down in a steady stream.
"If you yell at the last two whips you will deserve another five"
I pushed my balls back and was ready to obey my master. The whips were even harder than the first three but with a lot of pain I managed to control my self. When he was ready I didn't know how quick I had to get my balls in both hands.
"Get your underwear back on" Brandon ordered.
Again I did as I was told. Brandon walked towards the couch and said down.
"So far you did well. Come and sit down beside me".
I walked towards him and sat down.
"Now the last part for today. I have made a drink especially for you during the last days".
I didn't know what he was thinking about, but that changed when he took the glass from behind the couch.
"Did is what I collected during the last days and what you contributed last week when you visited".
I was staring at the glass, which was filled with a good load of cum of Brandon and myself. It was quite much. It had a strange greyish-green color. It had lost a touch of the white it has when it is fresh.
"Open it and drink it in one time" Brandon ordered.
I took the glass from him and started to take the folio of it. When I got the first bit of I already smell the stuff. It was heavy fishy smell. I got the glass to my lips, but just before I started to drink the smell became too much and I started to gag.
"Come on, no gagging this time"
I tried a second time and decided the best to do this was quick and in one time. I took a big breath and started to drink it all in ones. The taste was awful. Fresh cum is all right. But this was standing for almost a week. I drank it all and had a lot of trouble to control myself. When I finished I almost started to gag but just could keep it in.
"Ok you have done well, you can go know. But don't forget about tomorrow" Brandon said.
I started to gather my clothes and dressed my self.
"Go on" Brandon said " Get out of here"
I quickly left the room and went outside. When I was there I started to gag. But after a minute or saw I could control myself again and started to walk towards the station.
I went home that evening, but when I said down on my bicycle I could feel quite good who soar my buttocks were. I slipped through the back door and went upstairs very quietly. Hoping that my parents who were in the kitchen didn't here me.
An half hour later my mother came in and said " You are already home, we didn't hear you. Dinner is ready"
That problem was solved quite easily but I still had to go through gym class next day.
When I woke up the next morning I started to think about what kind of underwear I had to put on.
I went through my drawer with all my underwear and found that I had only one blue brief it was a dark blue one but not a very think one. I thought that almost every thing could be seen write to it. IT would even color darker when it would be wet. I put it on. It was an old one because it fitted just. It was very tight around my body and you could very good see the shape of my balls and the place of my dick. It was good that not the exact outline of my dick could be seen. But I did not know what would happen if it turned stiff.
I dressed, eat breakfast and went to school. I had to go through the whole day, because gym was the last hour for that day. During lunchtime it became clear that I was only one-week Brandon's slave. It seemed longer by that time.
During lunchtime Michel came towards me and asked if I would be interested to come to his place that afternoon after school. I know you have to wait for the train for almost an hour. I could not made any story up and I wanted to see him. I was afraid if I would see know he would never asked it again.
The math hour started I was sitting next to Frank. I pushed myself against the desk when we had 10 minutes to go. My dick was now under my desk and I could stroke myself through the pockets in my trouser. It was almost impossible for Frank to see.
When I started to stroke my cock my balls were more painful than normal and I could feel quite good what the whipping had done to them. Just with a few minutes to go I my cum spurted into my underwear. I took my hand out of my pocket and pushed with it my underwear against my skin so that it would be filled with cum. Also the cum would not be able to run down my legs anymore when I had to stand up in a moment. I looked at Frank and I believe he hadn't noticed anything.
I relaxed for a moment and then the sound of the bell came. I had to go to gym class. The first part coming in my underwear I had fulfilled but would I their go in to the lockers and changes knowing that it would not be dry.
When I was half way to the lockers, Michel came towards me and said: "Gym now and then we are out of here:
I didn't answer but there was now way I could get out of this now. Together with Michel I walked into the lockers. When I looked around Brandon was already there and a few others were to, but not to many yet.
When I put down my bag and looked up I saw that Brandon was looking at me. He was definite waiting for my to undress myself.
I went on and took of my shoes and socks. Then my blouse and T-shirt were put on the bench. I looked around and most of the kids were their now. It didn't seem that they were looking but any way I felt very nervous about what I was going to do. I looked at Brandon again and he was still looking in a very interesting way.
I slowly started to take of my pants. While I was doing this I bent forward to pull my trousers over my feet, I looked at my underwear to see what the damage was. I felt my face turning red. There was a big spot almost three by three centimeters big white spot and you could smell it was still very fresh. I had to go on and started to stand up and ready to walk towards the toilet. I tried to do it so easy and if there was nothing going on.
When I walked past Brandon he looked quite openly to my crotch and I hopped that nobody else was noticing this. I only was there for a moment and walked back to my things on the other side of the locker. When I past Brandon I waited for a short while just to hear him say: "Well done it looks and smell if you have done what I asked".
I hurried back towards my place and turned around so that every one could see it. I waited until every one was ready and started to get my gym shorts on. When I came into the gym hall some of the kids were talking to each other and looking towards me when I entered. It seemed like that some of the kids had seen the mess in my underwear.
However nobody said anything and at the end of the hour I did the same routine. Again I saw some looks but they didn't say anything. I was again humiliated in front of the whole class. I looked at Brandon when I was finished dressing. He smiled big and sarcastically towards me. Well I thought just forget this. But when I came outside Michel was waiting for me. I still had an hour with him to go.
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