Seth's High School Humiliation
Part 22: The Auditorium
Mrs. Masters looked at the boy who was sat in her office, butt on his hands, looking toward his feet. “Well?” she asked impatiently. “You called this meeting, did you not? Speak up, then.”
Seth looked back up at the lady who commanded so much respect. Perhaps respect wasn't the right word. Obedience?
“I know you told me they were safe, but uh… I’ve never heard of these before…” Seth pulled the pill bottle with the white capsules from his pocket, setting them on the principal’s desk. The lady left them right where the boy set them.
“I think the girls, as well as I, have clearly explained that they are a preventative measure to repair the anomalies found in your sperm. The science club ran two of your samples, and the reports were forwarded to the school nurse who immediately ordered the prescription from her outpatient clinic. I also spoke with your parents about the possibility of the prescription on Wednesday when I called them to a meeting.”
“My parents?” Seth asked. “I didn’t know they… why haven’t they told me that they met with you?”
“Well, in all likelihood, to save you from embarrassment,” Mrs. Masters answered dismissively. “What parent wants to discuss their child’s sperm with him? By all means though, if you don’t believe me, you should ask them. They are supportive of the medicinal combination the doctor has prescribed.”
Seth looked at his hands, unsure what else he could say. "Maybe I don't need to take them every day though?"
"If you'd like I can set up a consult with the nurse where you can provide another sample, but I'll want to make sure your parents, as well as the girls attend."
"No!" Seth protested, imagining that scene. “There’s something else I wanted to say…” Seth started.
“There always is,” Mrs. Masters sighed.
“I think… well, things have been getting a little crazy. I… well, I accept that I am going to go through humiliations in the Nurse’s club. I’ve kind of gotten used to it. But, um… the biology class… and then in the gym… it’s getting kind of public, isn’t it?”
Mrs. Masters didn’t say anything.
“I just don’t want you to get in trouble…”
Mrs. Masters continued looking at the boy without speaking.
“And I don’t want my girlfriend to find out.”
“Ah,” Mrs. Masters finally said. “Yes, your girlfriend. Sara, is it?” Seth nodded. “I can try my best to ensure she does not know what is going on. However, I can’t make any promises. As for what happened in the classroom, Clementine explained to me that it was a mistake, and the gym incident was a direct result of you trying to have other teachers interfere." She paused for a long moment before continuing. "What do you think happens if the Nurses Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration is to be shut down, Mr. Zinck?”
Seth thought, but he shook his head.
“You fail, Mr. Zinck. Your senior year was for nothing, and you will come back next year, and be involved in another club of my choosing. I think the cheerleading team might be appropriate, or perhaps the swim team.” She looked at the boy’s startled expression and it was as if she could read his thoughts. “Yes, I would give the cheerleaders or the swimmers as much influence over you as the nurses have. You would be their rookie.”
The principal finally picked up the bottle of pills. “You didn’t take one last night, did you?” She knew this, not by looking at the bottle, but by having watched the hidden camera in the boy’s room, and seeing it remained untouched.
“No. I wasn’t sure. But I will start taking them. I did take the blue one about half an hour ago.” The boy blushed and looked at his lap, which was just beginning to show signs of excitement in his joggers.
“See to it that you take both,” Mrs. Masters replied. “You can take your first dose tonight and get into a rhythm over the weekend.” She handed the pill bottle back to the boy, who stood up, his pants beginning to slightly tent. He thanked the principal, though he didn’t really know what for, and turned toward the door.
“Oh, and Seth,” Mrs. Masters using his first name surprised him, “You have a make-up meeting with the nurse club at lunch since you were ill yesterday. The usual room isn’t available on Fridays, so you’ll be meeting them in the auditorium.”
Justin pulled up his school email on his phone, surprised not to have an extensive list from Mrs. Masters. Instead, there was a single duty for his Friday: “Meet with Marcy May, study hall, at 11:00.”
When the time came, he made his way to the large room. A few older students sat in different corners, finishing final projects or getting an early start on studying for their end-of-year exams. A young brunette waved at Justin, and he realized that he recognized her. She had definitely been in a few of his classes before, but he had always been too shy to say hi.
He approached the girl and she welcomed him. “Justin? You’re Mrs. Masters assistant, right?” He nodded, and she smiled warmly, extending a hand. “I'm Marcy May. We could really use your help with our lunch plans for Seth!”
Justin listened to the plan as Marcy communicated the details in a hushed voice. His smile grew wider as he took it in. It was just too good, and if it worked out, Justin could count on the fact that Seth would be extremely exposed to a whole new group of students.
Seth showed up at the auditorium, nervous to be in such a wide-open area. He had spent most of the day with his hands in his pockets, happy he’d at least worn a pair of joggers rather than sweatpants, which would have made his erection more obvious. Knowing he was taking two blue pills throughout the day had helped him in picking his outfit.
The lights were off when he entered the room, but flicked on automatically, a default feature of the auditorium when there wasn’t a play or show going on. It indicated to him that he was the first to arrive, so he took a seat in the front row, waiting for the girls.
Seth looked around. The auditorium was quite large, with both a ground floor and a balcony, having just enough seats to fit the hundreds of students that attended the school. It was generally used for assemblies, guest speakers, and school productions. The stage rose up at the front and heavy red curtains with gold trim at the bottom were closed, separating the front of the stage with the back of the stage. Several spotlights scattered around the ceiling pointed in numerous different directions. Everything was controlled by the audio-visual booth at the very top of the theatre.
Seth heard a door open and turned sharply, pleased to see that it was Lyndsey, followed by the other three girls. Lyndsey skipped down toward the stage. “It’s so great in here! I wish we could switch our meeting day to Fridays, just to be able to use this space!”
The other girls echoed her sentiments, as the space really was captivating. The group greeted Seth, and suggested that they go backstage, as it was a little more private. Seth agreed that would be for the best and followed them.
The boy was used to the routine at this point and stripped off his clothes. Why delay, when it could just cause a humiliation if they weren't all done on time? Seth was a little bit surprised to see the patient bed was here, but then he looked closely at it and noticed it wasn’t the same one that was in the other classroom. Still, the girls planned to use it and asked the boy to lay down on his stomach.
Seth awkwardly followed instructions, making sure his boner was flipped upwards so that he could comfortably lay down. Marcy insisted that Seth have his temperature taken, just to ensure the fever had fully subsided. She assigned Clementine to loosen the boy up, and Eva to admit the thermometer. Of course, it was no surprise to Seth when Clementine took far too long playing with the boy’s prostate, making his dick throb beneath him, and taking him to the edge already. He felt his abs smeared with pre-cum. Eva followed up with the thermometer, soon announcing that the boy was fever-free, and that they could move on to the next order of business.
Marcy pulled out a number of what looked like exercise bands in various sizes and colors. She said that today the group would be checking Seth’s circulation by tightening the bands for one minute, and then loosening them and measuring the time it took for the blood to return to the area. Seth was a little confused, because he had assumed (based off all of his previous experiences with the girls) that this meeting would humiliate him in some way, but he couldn’t see how this one fit the bill. Still, he bit his tongue. Was it too much to hope that Mrs. Masters had talked to the group and told them that they were going too far?
The girls had the boy sit up and started with his biceps. There wasn’t much to do as they waited, so the girls allowed the boy to check his social media on his phone. After a minute, Eva started a timer and the girls watched the color return to the boy’s bicep. Seth thought, ‘
there must be a better way to do this. Why aren’t they just checking my pulse or something?’ Then he remembered how embarrassing his previous pulse-checking had been, so he again kept quiet. The girls then fit ten tiny green bands around each of the boy’s fingers. He wasn’t allowed to use his phone while these ones were on, so he instead looked around backstage. There were a number of different props, like a wooden car, and some diner tables and chairs. He also noticed two ropes on the floor, tied tight into circles. He tried to remember what production the school was putting on, but theatre had never really interested the boy.
The girls had just finished with the fingers and put tightened a red band around each of the boy’s thighs when a chorus of at least twenty voices entered the auditorium. A booming voice quickly got control of the crowd.
“Okay everyone, we’ll get the Pink Ladies on the stage first and practice the sleepover scene, pronto!” shouted the stage manager. Seth looked panickily at his clothes, but the girls reassured him that no one knew he was here. The heavy red curtains separated the outer space from backstage. Marcy ducked around the curtains from backstage to speak to the actors.
“I’m sorry, we didn’t know you had a rehearsal today,” Seth heard Marcy say. “We’re just using the backstage for our nurse club meeting.”
“That’s fine,” the stage manager said, “We won’t need the backstage. But we do regularly use this space on the second half of lunch on Fridays, just for future reference.”
“Got it,” Marcy said, “We’ll finish up quickly, don’t worry.” She returned behind the curtain as the other girls removed the bands from Seth’s thighs.
“Let’s get done early today,” Marcy suggested, and Seth couldn’t believe his luck. He was pretty sure just last week the group had told him that they would continue until completion, even if someone witnessed it. Still, he wasn’t complaining. Today had hardly been humiliating, and he could get used to more of this. “We’ll just take the last circulation measurement from your lower legs while you complete your daily masturbation. Are you okay to do both at the same time, Seth?”
Seth nodded, but then thought to ask a favor. “I can probably cum a little faster if I’m allowed to look at some porn on my phone?”
Marcy considered it for a moment, and then looked at the other girls. “Are there any objections?”
Clementine smiled. “Well, I think it’s fine,” she said. “But I think it’s only suitable for this environment if the porn is nurse-themed.”
“That I can do,” Seth said, smirking himself, and pulled up a tab he had recently been using. It was already on a nurse-themed video too. He began jerking off his hard dick, focused completely now on the video. It was too late by the time he noticed that colorful bands hadn’t been placed on his ankles. Instead, it was two lassos of rope that had been sitting on the floor.
Justin sat in the AV booth, watching the girls in pink jackets practice their scene on stage. He thought they were kind of hot. He was pretty sure they were mostly tenth-graders, with perhaps some elevens sprinkled in. Meanwhile, the male cast, who were most likely all gay, sat in the front row watching. Justin was so enamored with the girls in pink, that he almost missed his cue. He just barely saw Marcy poke her head out from backstage and give him a thumbs up. As quickly as he could he hit the switch, adjusted the spotlight, and exited the AV room, locking the door behind him.
Seth was just getting in a rhythm when he felt Eva and Lyndsey tighten the ankle cuffs. By the time he looked down and saw the ropes, he was being lifted by his feet into the air. He couldn’t even piece together what was happening. His phone fell from his hand as he ascended from the bed. A bright light suddenly blasted backstage as the curtains opened wider and wider. It wasn't the auditorium lights. It was a spotlight. And then Seth heard the shrieks, gasps and laughter.
Seth was hanging by his feet, high above the stage, naked and erect for all to see.
The boy tried to reach down (or up) to cover his dick, but he couldn’t do it for very long. Gravity was making his arms tired, so before long his arms were hanging back down. He was mortified to look down and see that his dick was leaking a long strand of sticky pre-cum for several feet below his head.
“What is the meaning of this!?” The stage manager screamed, although none of the actors seemed to be nearly as upset. Indeed, they were all taking in the sight and pointing and laughing. The pink ladies that had been practicing were beside themselves laughing.
Seth saw several tenth- and eleventh-grade theatre girls laughing at his situation directly below him. Image generated with AI.
Please ignore certain flaws with the image. Might replace this one when I make something better.
The optimistic part of Seth's brain was only slightly relieved that he was fairly sure he didn’t know any of them. However, he wondered with a start if they knew him. He felt his face turn red, not sure if it was from the humiliation or from blood rushing to his head. On second thought, he realized, most of his blood felt like it was still hardening his dick, and it wasn't rushing anywhere else.
Marcy explained to the stage manager that their patient must have stepped into the ropes by accident and posed the alternative question of who had been playing with the controls in the AV room. With that in mind, the stage manager quickly marched up the stairs to the room, finding it locked. “It’s never locked!” she exclaimed. “And I don’t have a key. Don't worry boy... we'll get you down! I’ll just have to go get Mrs. Masters.” She exited the room.
It dawned now on the boy that he had never been ‘lucky’ at all today, and that the girls hadn’t been backing off from his humiliation. In fact, this had to be one of the worst humiliations yet, as he hang there with all on display. Clementine shouted up that the boy was not off the hook (no pun intended) just yet. “If you don’t ejaculate while you’re up there, you can sit in the front row when you come down and do it while we all watch you close up!”
Seth felt a rush of anger at the girl despite her attractiveness. She couldn't actually expect him to jerk off upside down in front of this many people. “Fuck you,” he called out in a moment of rage. This took Clementine aback. He had obviously not thought through his defiance.
“Alright,” the girl smirked. “I’ll just tell Mrs. Masters you’re being non-compliant. She won’t get you down unless you do as you’re told.”
“Fuck you,” the boy said again defiantly, although it crossed his mind that he would probably lose this fight, yet again. But he didn't want to let her win.
“Alright,” the girl repeated, sighing, and she picked up Seth’s phone, which was still unlocked. She opened Snapchat and showed the boy which app she had open. She scrolled through. "You have a lot of contacts. You must be one of the most popular guys in the school! And your girlfriend’s name is Sara, right?” She pointed the phone camera at the senior.
“Wait, don’t!” Seth begged, a worry in his voice. “Fine. I’ll… do it.”
His hand, with some difficulty, returned to his dick. The audience cheered as the boy began to stroke.
One boy in the audience whistled, while another called out, “Summer lovin’, had me a blast!” referencing a line from one of their musical numbers.
A different girl winked at the boy in the audience and said, “He showed off, splashin’ around,” quoting another lyric from the song.
Clementine and the other girls watched on, as the boy finally shot his pent-up load, mortified, spraying the stage and carpeted floor below him. She whispered to herself. “He swam by me… Got my suit damp.”
By the time the stage manager returned with Mrs. Masters, the bell had rang and the girls and cast had left. Seth returned to his clothing, but found his joggers were missing. The boy swore loudly, not caring if anyone heard him. He sat on the floor with head in hands trying to think. He couldn't do another naked streak, especially since the auditorium had no outdoor exits. Then, he remembered the shorts from Wednesday, stuffed into a pocket of his backpack. He realized he looked absolutely ridiculous, but still pulled the massively oversized fabric up past his waist.
"Better than nothing," the boy grumbled.
Part 23 - The Scout 
t mind if more were to come.
Stuck in the air naked and erect and forced to jerk off. Seth will be the talk of the school surely, how much longer can Sara realistically be kept in the dark I wonder? I liked how you had the teacher leave before he had to jerk off, great writing. Just enough of a veer of realism to make the whole thing work.