Seth's High School Humiliation
Part 19: The Practice
Content warning: Contains coerced male-on-male sexual activity between straight guys
Coach White sat across from Mrs. Masters. He was red in the face and the woman could tell that he was not happy. She hadn’t seen the man like this in quite some time; Perhaps not since she had ordered a smaller size for all the wrestling team’s singlets, partly to cut costs, and partly because it made for better eye candy.
“I just had a conversation with my shooting guard, Seth Zinck, and he told me about some… well, some sick perverted things.”
“Mr. White–”
“What you are doing to that boy is humiliating him! It’s practically flushing his reputation down the drain. It’s scandalous and you need to let him be!”
“Yes, and–”
“I demand that you lay off that boy for the rest of the year and let him graduate. He should drop this stupid club that you have him in and focus only on his studies and basketball. That’s how he’ll be getting into a good college, anyway.”
“Are you done?” Mrs. Masters asked patiently. She was not going to continue to accept being interrupted.
“I think so,” the coach said, feeling a little more confident. He hadn’t thought through a script coming into the office and felt he had done pretty well advocating for the boy.
“Okay then,” Mrs. Masters continued. “I will tell you everything, but you may not share our conversation with anyone, including Seth. It is important that the truth stays only between a few of us.”
A few minutes later, after hearing the principal’s explanation, the coach was again furious. “There’s no way… this can’t have been approved?”
“I promise it has been. I told you about the phases, and Seth is in the second one. Also, now that you know everything, I am going to have to ask that you participate in his humiliation, at least to a degree.”
“Participate?” Mr. White barked. “There is no way I’ll do such a thing.”
“So then, I assume you’re resigning?” Mrs. Masters posed.
The man began to stutter. “More than 25 years… I’ve been here. You expect me to… you can’t do this.”
“You have a choice,” reminded the principal. “Take me at my word that I won’t make you participate more than you have to. I have a new assistant, and some lovely girls that do most of the work. Why don’t you hear me out before you pass any judgement? Then you can decide if my ask is too much, and worthy of your resignation.”
The coach stared hard at his boss. “If I’m going to hear you out, I at least want proof that everything you told me is true.”
Mrs. Masters smiled. “Of course,” she said, and dialed a number on her office phone. “Hello, Mrs. Bradbury? I hope it’s not a bad time.”
Seth somehow made it through his final class with a dick that still refused to go down. He kept his hands constantly in his pockets, holding the throbbing appendage to one side, making sure that any pre-cum was absorbed into the fabric of the pocket, and not the front of his basketball shorts.
It seemed the whole school already knew about his streaking incident, and he did the best he could to deny the rumors. It didn’t help when Lyndsey showed up to his class, ten minutes before the final bell, with a garbage bag obviously filled with his laundered outfit. As Lyndsey winked and departed with a “see you soon”, Seth tried to stuff the clothes out of sight, but he still got some snickers from the students around him.
At the final bell, Seth booked it to the gym. His team felt like his last refuge: A group of friends who always had his back. Seth was not happy in the slightest then to see Marcy, Eva, Clementine and Lyndsey standing next to the coach. Clementine waved the boy over.
“I wanted to apologize about the spill earlier,” she pouted with her seductive voice. “I hope it didn’t make your day too hard. You got your clothes back now, right?”
“Yes, I did,” Seth mumbled. It didn’t matter what this group of girls did to him. Their charm and sexiness layered on top of their confidence left Seth in a vulnerable position. He struggled to confront them on anything, constantly remembering his ongoing humiliations at their expense. The truth was that when he with them, he felt a lack of power; He was essentially their playtoy.
But the coach – Seth could still talk to Mr. White in a normal way. “What are they doing here, sir?” Seth asked.
“Like I said,” the man mumbled, “I have to participate now, with today’s practice included.” With that the coach walked towards the boys coming out of the change rooms. “Let’s do some laps!” he shouted at the group.
Seth was about to attempt his laps, though he wasn’t sure how that would work with his enlarged penis, when Eva leaned over and whispered in his ear. “You stay put. We have some instructions to give you.”
By the end of their laps, the guys had all noticed the presence of the ninth-grade girls. They spoke in hushed voices, rating them on scales of 1-10 and discussing which one had the best blowjob lips. Most did agree that Clementine was the winner, although the other girls had some fanboys too.
“Okay, gather round,” the coach said. “Practice is going to be a little different today… well, because I said so.” He seemed flustered. “These girls are from the Nurse’s Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration. They will be providing a presentation to you today, and if we finish up early, you can shoot some hoops.” The coach then joined the team on the bleachers and put his head between his hands. There was irritated chatter amongst the guys. They’d come here for a practice, not some lesson.
“It’s nice to see you all today,” Marcy said, loudly and clearly. She was the obvious public speaker of the group. “I first want to thank our lovely volunteer Seth who has agreed to help us with our demonstration.” The boy shifted from foot to foot nervously. “Who here has had a physical examination before?”
Some of the guys chuckled, realizing where this might be going. Marcy waited, and eventually Collin put up his hand.
“I think we’ve probably all had one, but it’s where we get looked over and stuff. And the doctor felt our balls and made us cough.”
“That’s exactly right!” Marcy exclaimed. “But before you all came in, the coach was telling us that you don’t have physicals all that often. It’s important to catch any abnormalities in the testicles early.” She turned to Seth and smirked. “It’s time to demonstrate.”
Seth remained frozen in place and had gone white. He knew this was coming. In fact, the girls had explained everything they were going to do to him while the rest of the team warmed up. But with the eyes of his entire basketball team on him, he felt incapable of stripping down.
“Zinck,” the coach barked. “You agreed to this educational presentation. Or should I get Mrs. Masters?”
Agreed? Like hell he had agreed. But that was the story to prevent more people from knowing the truth. And it seemed like the more people that learned the truth, the more people were involved in his embarrassing antics. Did Seth really want every individual basketball player having a say in his humiliations? He had heard all of their kinky ideas for their girlfriends, and their ideas for daring freshmen during Frosh week. No, he could not allow them to find out the truth. He had to convince himself that he was a volunteer for this role. He was doing this so that the team could be healthy, so that they would know how to find testicular cancer. Without allowing himself a moment to rethink, he pushed his shorts to the floor.
The team burst out in laughter. Seth was sporting massive wood, and he couldn’t even be sure it was fully an effect of the pills anymore. His cock and balls were practically purple with frustration at this point, and it bobbed up and down even as he stood still. Some of the guys made lewd comments, but Seth blocked them out, and the coach shut them down.
“You’re doing great Seth,” Clementine whispered in his right ear, “But lose the shirt so everyone can get a good look.”
With that, Seth was left naked, other than his sneakers and socks. Marcy reached a hand down low and cupped Seth’s balls. “When you’re feeling your testicles, you’re looking for consistency,” she advised. “From one week to the next they should feel the same. A good place to check them is probably the shower. Clementine, your turn.”
The girls each took a turn feeling up Seth’s balls in front of the team. Clementine, of course, took it a step further, sliding her pointer finger between Seth’s legs and tickling his taint with her manicured fingernail. This caused Seth to begin leaking, which wasn’t ideal as too much would create a noticeable puddle on the laminate gym floor.
“We would now like to welcome you guys up to feel what a proper set of healthy testicles feel like,” Marcy invited. “This is really important, because you’ll need to know the norm so you can compare your own.”
The reaction of some of the boys when the girls invited them to feel Seth's balls. Generated by AI.
Marcy’s logic obviously made no sense, as Seth’s balls were bound to be a different shape and size than others in the class, and unsurprisingly, no one moved from the bench. Coach cleared his throat and proclaimed that anyone who did not examine Seth’s testicles for at least fifteen seconds would have to strip down and examine their own to prove they were healthy. The guys grumbled, but no one challenged the coach, and slowly the group formed a line.
When Rowan reached Seth, he cupped his best friend’s balls and mouthed an ‘I’m sorry.’ Seth felt that the apology was more than just about having to feel him up. It was, after all, on Rowan’s advice that Seth told the coach about everything. It was his advice that led to him naked during basketball practice when the team should, instead, be shooting hoops and practicing layups. Seth experienced a sudden surge of anger at his friend, and felt an urge to throw a punch his away. He seethed, but knowing the problems it would cause, controlled his temper. Thankfully, Rowan finally let go of his balls and moved back to the bench.
Several of the guys made a joke about being careful not to poke their eyes out. Seth cringed, realizing his state, forced to consider himself grateful that his team were just grabbing his balls. He was pretty sure that if anyone grabbed his shaft right now, male or female, he would be shooting in no time. He did not need the humiliation of releasing at the hands of a guy added to his repertoire.
At long last one of Seth’s other close friends, Preston, cupped Seth’s balls. He had an extra firm grip and for some reason Seth’s dick decided that was the right time to ooze a large volume of pre-cum. “
Ewww,” Preston exclaimed, looking around for a towel or something else to wipe his hand on. Lyndsey provided Seth’s jersey, much to the boy’s dismay.
“I think we’ll all agree that Seth handled that like a champ,” Marcy said, smiling at the jock. “And now you all know what it feels like to have a nice pair of healthy testicles.”
No one said anything for a moment when Marcy looked at Seth. “We’ll move onto the final part of the lesson then.”
“Please. No.” Seth begged the girl quietly, having already been informed what was next. He didn’t think he could do it.
“You did a prostate exam without complaint at lunch time. What’s the difference now?”
At the mention of ‘prostate exam’, a murmur of shocked whispers fluttered across the bench. “Prostate? The thing in your butt?” “She’s going to finger our boy?” “Yo, that’s sick.”
Seth knew his begging would get him nowhere. Marcy reminded him quietly that she could make it worse. Her plan for non-compliance would be to have the coach invite Mrs. Masters in the gym, and then have every single guy test out Seth’s prostate. Clementine also suggested to have one of the guys video call Sara and show her what her boyfriend was doing at this very moment. Seth unwillingly visualized all the options, and realized the original plan was the best one. He was being taught a lesson for tattling, and just wanted to finish the day, go home, and jerk off. Seth nodded.
“We’ll make sure everyone can see then. On your back.”
The gym floor was cold on Seth’s back, and he flinched noticeably as he lay down. Eva took Seth by one of his sneakers, while Lyndsey took the other one. They pulled the boy’s feet and legs back until his sneakers were close to his head. It seemed there was a collective grunt in disgust at the sight of Seth’s anus. Coach White excused himself to get the girls gloves from his office, but then he remained standing behind the boy, not wanting to see the private place the girls were exposing.
Marcy pulled on a glove and retrieved a tube of lubrication from her pocket. In seconds, she was greasing the boy’s hole, and looking for his prostate. “It can be hard to find until you know what you’re looking for, but we recommend that you’re all checking your prostate as often as your testicles. Any abnormalities should be reported to your doctor as soon as possible. Prostate cancer is, after all, a serious health concern for men like yourselves.”
Seth shuddered as the girl finally found his prostate, and poked it lightly. His dick throbbed, releasing yet another purge of pre-cum. Unfortunately, with his dick hanging over his face, this stream had nowhere to go but across his chin. He tried to wipe it off with his hand, but Lyndsey used her free hand to grab his forearm. “Nuh-uh,” she said with an evil grin.
“Clementine, you can have a turn.”
Seth closed his eyes. ‘
Not Clementine’ he thought, remembering how much fun she’d had at lunch time inserting two fingers. Thankfully, she only inserted one this time, but almost immediately found the boy’s prostate. She rubbed it, back and forth, with caused Seth to clench and squirm. He added additional paint to the canvas that was his face. His dick began bobbing, desperate for release. In fact, he thought he was about to shoot when she suddenly pulled her finger from his butt. Marcy leaned down to whisper to the boy.
“Have you decided who?”
Seth swallowed. She’d told him ahead of time that the final demonstration would be selecting a boy from his team to find his prostate. Despite his anger with his best friend, there was no other choice. “Rowan,” the boy said in surrender.
“It’s important that you all know where to locate your prostate, and unfortunately you can’t know just by watching. Seth has selected one of you to use his as a learning experience, and communicate to the others where to find it. The lucky guy Seth has selected is… Rowan!”
Seth grimaced, hating how Marcy was phrasing it all. He hadn’t explicitly preferred Rowan. He’d just been forced to pick and selected the one that made the most sense. The two had been through a lot in life together, and he was sure their friendship could survive this.
Rowan hesitated, but the coach cleared his throat and nodded at the boy. Rowan was never one to resist his coach; He had too much respect for the man. He slowly made his way to the boy, and kneeled down. “I don’t want to do this,” he whispered to his friend, who didn’t react. Seth was trying to disassociate from one of the most awkward minutes of his life. Rowan’s finger had just touched the boy’s butt when Marcy laughed.
“You’re going in dry and without a glove?”
The class laughed nervously as Rowan went red. He applied a glove and some lube, beginning to push his middle finger in the boy. Why his middle finger? He wasn’t really sure why he selected it. Maybe because it was the longest, and he was most likely to reach the prostate with this one.
“He’s really tight,” Rowan said awkwardly, and again several boys in the class chuckled. “How will I know when I find it?”
“You’ll know,” Marcy smiled. The boy was now up to his second knuckle and still pushing in. He began to move his finger around a bit, and hit something hard.
"
Urrrrrghhhh". Seth gave an involuntarily deep moan, and opened his eyes wide. Had that been as loud as he thought? Judging by Rowan’s expression and his quick pull away from the boy’s prostate, the answer was definitely ‘yes’.
“Push back in,” Clementine encouraged. “I think you found it. Give it a little tickle, he
really likes that.”
Seth wanted Clementine to shut her mouth. Yes, he did really like that, at least he thought so. But he didn’t want it done to him at the literal hand of his best friend.
“I found it again,” Rowan said proudly, and began to rub the spot. Seth felt his cock begin to pulse. Rowan was doing it different than Clementine, or any of the girls in fact. The only way to describe it was that Rowan was pushing harder, massaging it in a more assertive way... '
like a man,' thought Seth. He couldn’t hold back anymore. His dick began to shoot. His cum first coated his neck, then sprayed across his nose and closed eyes. By the time Rowan pulled out, his face was covered, and his dick was still dribbling, now dispersing the last drops of his seed across his lips.
“And that’s how you check your prostate,” Marcy said, beaming at the group of basketball players, none of whom really knew how to react. She turned to the coach. “Thank you for letting us educate your team on the importance of assessing one’s own health.”
The coach stood stunned. He was still behind the boy but had just watched him shoot his load on his own face in front of the team. He remembered the plan Mrs. Masters had communicated, pleased that his part was finally fulfilled. “Alright, thank you ladies. Zinck, hit the showers early. You need it. The rest of you… huddle up. We have some practicing to do.”
Part 20 - The Library
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Author note: Thanks for the feedback on last chapter. As you can see, the title of the story has been changed. I should also note that this story will continue to increase in the level of humiliation for poor Seth (as you are probably noticing). I get that it's not super realistic, but that's not the point of this story... it's really a sexual fantasy with no basis in actual reality. I try to make it just believable enough while still letting my imagination play out. I also understand if the level of exposure and/or humiliation gets to be too much for some, and you have to stop reading, or skip a chapter. I will try to provide content warnings for chapters I could imagine some would deem to be 'extreme'.
