Seth's High School Humiliation
Part 23: The Scout
The rest of the school day remained mortifying for Seth. It would be an understatement to say that the dark green shorts were large on the boy, with the waist not even remotely snug on his waist. In fact, Seth quickly learned that if he was to release his grip on them fully and begin to walk, they would be around his thighs in about five steps, and probably off his body in ten. This realization had the jock with a tight grip on the front fabric of the shorts throughout the entire afternoon.
Of course, Seth’s erection had not subsided even slightly, despite his forced ejaculation in the auditorium. It was as rock solid as ever, urged on by his second dose of his medication. Unrestrained by the baggy shorts, it seemed to have a mind of its own. It bobbed along as he walked from class to class, usually pointing straight out, albeit a little left or right, but sometimes it appeared to be curious of the chatter in the hallway, attempting to peek out above the boy’s waistband. On at least one occasion, it managed its objective, and Seth had to quickly readjust himself. His head spun around swiftly, paranoid someone might have seen it in the crowded hallway, but the boy found relief when it seemed that no one did.
Seth was bitter at the fact that he didn’t have his basketball outfit with him to change into. He’d have given anything to be able to wear it early today. While at home with his fever, he’d forgotten to throw it in the wash, and after realizing his mistake just before school this morning, he was now relying on his mother to wash it and bring it to the game.
When Rowan saw his best friend walk into class, he stifled a laugh and shook his head in amazement. Seth told him furiously to shut up, taking a seat to his left, and hid his situation under his desk. Thinking he was at long last well-concealed, he began to work, but a girl in the row next to him caught the corner of his eye. She was glancing down under his desk and smirking!
With a start, Seth realized that she must be entertained because his dick was pointed toward her and occasionally twitching. Seth gave the girl a dirty look and tried to subtly adjust his dick toward his right side instead, where Rowan was sitting. Unfortunately, on the way over, the hard cock once again popped over the top of his waistband for a hello, and the girl gave a squeal of surprise as his entire dickhead emerged into the open. Seth stuffed it away, refusing to look back at the girl for the rest of the period.
Between his final classes, Seth ran into Sara who couldn’t believe he was in the shorts again. He lied to her, saying he had sat in superglue again. “Someone must be out to get you,” she said suspiciously, and then asked who Seth had made enemies with. He stressed that there was no one, and he must just have terrible luck, and Sara asked for his pants to assess the damage. Seth quickly lied he had discarded them, because they were even worse than the pair on Wednesday. Sara sighed, but had no option than to accept the excuse. She couldn't see how her boyfriend would willingly be walking around the school like this, so nothing else made sense. Seth was about to walk away when Sara spoke up again.
“Why haven’t you been wearing boxers?”
Seth turned and shushed her, looking around frantically to see if anyone had heard. Sara laughed and apologized, forgetting that it might be a bit embarrassing for his condition to get around school, but she continued to look at her boyfriend waiting for an answer.
“I just… it feels good. Kind of freeing, I guess.”
Sara made a strange face and looked around. Then, whispering this time, she asked, “So is that why you’re hard then?”
Seth blushed and looked at his feet, unsure of what to say.
“You should go to the bathroom and get rid of it,” she whispered. “If I didn’t have a physics presentation, I would help. But I don’t like the idea of other girls seeing you in those sexy shorts with the throbbing hard-on that belongs to me.”
As Sara said this, her hand brushed across the front of the green shorts, lingering on the crotch for an extra half-second, and Seth felt his cock lurch. He thought he could have cum in his pants right then if he tried hard enough. With a wink, Sara turned away and headed to her class.
As much as Seth wanted to escape to a restroom stall and bust one out right at that moment, he knew it wasn’t wise. He’d already missed a day of classes this week, and been late for others. He also didn’t think showing up late in a pair of XXXL shorts and having to make his way through rows of students would be favorable for him.
Finally, it was the end of the day, and Seth headed to the gym. The semifinals game was set to begin at 4:30, giving the group about an hour before the other team would arrive. Coach had recommended a quick practice of a new technique he thought might achieve success.
As Seth entered, he saw the coach talking and laughing with a student Seth hadn’t seen before. Seth ignored the two and entered the locker room where several of the guys were already undressed and pulling their outfits from their bags. Seth remembered that he didn’t have his uniform, and that his mom would be bringing it just before the game. He exited the locker room and approached the coach.
“–first time we made semi-finals in a few years now. Good group of guys though. Here comes Zinck – great shot on him.”
“Hey coach, uh, I don’t have my uniform yet. My mom’s bringing it in a bit.”
Coach White just gave the boy a smile and looked at the student he was talking to as if he didn’t hear him. “Zinck, this here is Riley. He coaches the middle school team and came to watch our practice. Might stick around for the game too.”
Seth knew what the coach would expect and extended his hand to Riley, making sure to keep the other from releasing his oversized shorts. Now that he saw Riley up close, he could tell that, despite a baby face, he might be a little bit older than Seth initially thought. “Pleased to meet you,” the man smiled. Seth was pleased that Riley’s gaze didn’t flick to his shorts as so many other sets of eyes that day had done.
Seth turned back to the coach. “About my uniform…”
“We’ll just be going quickly over a drill, nothing major. Take a seat as you are.”
Seth didn’t need to be told twice, and sat on the benches, as his team trickled out of the locker room, sitting around him. Some, who hadn’t noticed Seth’s shorts until now, began to poke fun and make comments. Knowing his team so well allowed Seth some ability to quip back most of the time. For example, when Collin began joking about Seth’s style, Seth recalled the TikTok video his ex-girlfriend posted of their “clothes swap challenge”, a video Collin had thought was going to be kept between the two of them. Reminding Collin of the video in which he wore tight thigh-high jean shorts he couldn’t even fasten and the resulting week-long argument with his ex about taking it down was enough to shut the boy up.
Coach White took his place in front of the boys and briefly introduced Riley before he sat down at the end of the bench next to Rowan. The coach then pulled a rolling whiteboard from his office, beginning to explain his game plan as he drew x’s and o’s in black and red markers which represented home and visiting players. He added dotted lines and arrows to predict movement.
The drawings always looked confusing to Seth, so he focused only on his role in the elaborate diagram. He was expected to take the jump shot, and knock the ball to the right. Then he’d have to sprint left up the court, trying his best to remain open. In theory, he would then catch the ball from Rowan and either shoot it or pass to Preston if he was blocked. Easy enough.
“Easy enough?” Asked the coach when he was done explaining. “Let’s give it a try. Second string, you’re playing the opposite team.” Seth sat immobilized as several of the guys got into position. “Zinck, let’s go!”
“Coach,” Seth pleaded, “My shorts… you said…”
“Zinck, this game is one of the most important we have ever had, and I need to make sure everyone understands this play. Get your ass to center court, now!”
Seth walked to center court but still held his shorts with a death grip. His hard dick stuck straight out, tenting the fabric and causing most of the guys to snicker at the athlete's misfortune.
The coach tossed the ball in the air and both Collin and Seth swiped at it. Having a slight height and jump advantage, Seth easily knocked the ball to the right and began running up the left side of the court. He saw Vance fake a pass left, before slipping the ball to Rowan who ran past him. Rowan then looked toward Seth only briefly before tossing the ball his way. Seth, however, missed the catch, with only a single hand free.
“Zinck!” The coach shouted angrily.
“Coach,” he begged, and his voice broke. He was on the verge of tears. “My shorts will fall down if I let them go!” Most of the guys were openly laughing now. Only Rowan seemed to be trying to calm them, out of a duty of care for his best friend. “I can do this play in the game. I get it. Just don’t make me practice it right now, please. Please?”
The coach walked right up to the boy and began to whisper very quickly. “I know you can do it just fine, but as per the principal's instructions, you are to be humiliated at least once if there is a practice or game, and I figured it would be easier for you now than later. You’ve done worse with your teammates already, have you not? And didn’t you tell me that your mother and possibly a scout are coming tonight?”
Seth thought through what the coach said. If he had be humiliated again today, it was no question that now was the best time. Tonight’s game wouldn’t be like the last one. The stands would be full of the family members, friends and girlfriends of his team. And maybe his scout. The only new person to see him naked would be Riley, and what could he do? It would suck, but it might be the best case scenario. At last, Seth nodded and whispered back, “Let’s get it over with then.”
This time when Seth took the jump shot, he released the grip on his shorts, feeling them already slipping to the base of his cock. With just a few steps to the left, the shorts were gone, discarded on the floor closer to center court. Coach picked them up as they posed a tripping hazard, and as the boys implemented the play, he folded the shorts and set them next to Riley, who was watching the play with a seemingly mild interest.
Seth’s hard dick and hanging balls bounced with every step, as the other guys’ laughs echoed off the gym walls. Seth blushed red, trying to remind himself that they had already seen him. With a pang, he remembered that they hadn't just seen him - they'd all recently had their fingers inside of his butt. This time, he barely caught the ball from Rowan. He squatted, setting his feet under his shoulders, and aimed for the net, his junk giving one more gigantic bounce as his feet left the floor. Just as he made his shot, Collin ran past him and gave him a hard slap across the ass, but it didn’t matter, because the ball hit all net. Seth was at the bench instantly, pulling his shorts up as the coach reiterated that he wanted to see the same move again at the game. At the same time, Riley was getting an eye-full of the stud.
Seth was extremely relieved to see his family finally arrived, so he could change into his basketball shorts. He was grateful they didn't comment on the shorts he was wearing, though Mr. Zinck did look condescendingly at his son, and then glance briefly at a woman with grey hair tied neatly into a bun that had just walked in behind him. Whatever that was about, Seth didn't know. He asked where Joseph was, and his mother said he was spending the afternoon with Clementine. Seth got red in the face, but said nothing else, heading quickly to the locker room.
With the rest of the team already prepared, Seth was quick about changing clothes, and didn’t even think to lock up the shorts, leaving them instead on the floor of the locker room. This wouldn’t have normally been a problem, except that Mrs. Masters’ assistant had snuck into a stall during the practice. He wasn’t here on the principal’s orders, but in desire of instilling additional anonymous humiliations to his nemesis.
Justin emerged from the stall, looking the shorts over, perplexed how the boy had even worn these through the latter half of the school day. He turned them over in his hands, unsure how even he could make them worse for the boy if he was ever forced to wear them again. They already had no drawstring and were several sizes too large.
Justin looked closely at the seam in the back. The threads were stretched, as if the person who had previously worn these shorts had somehow outgrown them and continued squeezing into them. Justin pulled a pair of scissors from his bag, cutting every third or fourth thread, leaving the shorts barely held together at the rear, right down through the legs and up to where the fly began. He exited the room and joined the stands to watch the game.
The coach’s play proved to be effective on several occasions, and Seth was thrilled that his team came out on top. That meant that a week from today they would qualify for the championship game, a feat the school hadn’t achieved since 2005.
Seth had played his entire game with his hard dick leading the way, and he only hoped it wasn’t too obvious from the benches. He wondered if a scout had watched him, and was at least relatively thankful that the coach had allowed his humiliation to occur during the practice rather than during the game. He couldn't imagine shooting baskets in the nude in front of this crowd, which included his own parents!
The two came over and congratulated their son. A man in a suit and tie also congratulated Seth. He had suspected this might be the scout, but it turned out that this man was a scout from a different school, here to watch Vance. He introduced himself as Anthony, and said he wasn’t in the position to offer anyone a scholarship based on this game, but would be returning for the final game and might be able to pull some strings to get two smaller scholarships together. Seth pretended to be interested, but was slightly crestfallen that no one seemed to be from Redwood College, his first choice of school, and was about to head back to the locker room to change when Riley approached him with the coach and the older woman with grey hair that his father had given a look toward prior to the game.
“Seth, that was a fantastic game,” Riley shared. “I represent Redwood College, on a part-time contract basis. I am basically just a scout for them, but they asked if I could come and check you out. I have to say after seeing both your practice and your game, I was impressed by your confidence and athleticism.”
Seth blushed hard, shocked at what he was hearing. This guy witnessed the pre-game practice. He saw Seth nude from the waist down. And here he was, complimenting his confidence? Seth was speechless.
“We’re considering you and one other from another team for our top scholarship. That's full tuition for four years. So, I’ll just have to come to the final game and see how it goes." The man gave Seth a wink, and he was able to ease up, realizing at last that he was being admired. "You should know that as of now, you have my vote, and my mother was impressed as well.” With that, he nodded toward the lady with grey hair. She extended her hand.
“Amelia Bradbury, Mr. Zinck.”
Seth took her hand as she smiled warmly. “I suppose you work for the college, too?” Seth asked.
“No, my boy. I manage a bank downtown. In fact, I believe your father is one of my employees, which means of course, I have to be very hands-off from your future. Conflict of interest, you’ll understand. No, no, I would never interfere in the slightest. I am simply here as a guest of my son’s, enjoying a basketball game.”
She leaned in closely now to the boy, and looked down at the remaining bulge in the boy’s shorts, which was finally shrinking to a semi, instead of a full-mast problem. “I do admire your confidence as well, and think boys should be boys, but you seemed a little too excited for this game. But heed this warning. Do be careful. You never know when an accident might happen and who might be around to witness it.”
Interlude - The Order
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Author note: I appreciate your patience while I have been under the weather! I'm still recovering but feeling a bit better and able to write at last. If I made any typos or glaring mistakes in my state, please let me know by message. Thank you
