Seth's High School Humiliation
Part 27: The Remote
Author note: Title changed because 'The Website' didn't seem like the main focus of this chapter, although it is mentioned. Might use 'The Website' as a future chapter title instead. Also, I liked the pairing of '
The Ring' and '
The Remote' more anyway, as the last two chapters feel like they go together a bit. I hope you enjoy!
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“You wanted to see me?” A nervous Justin asked. He figured he was in deep shit. He had never asked permission to live stream Seth’s Sunday predicament to a porn site, and in retrospect, it did seem pretty obvious that this would require explicit permission.
“Take a seat,” Mrs. Masters suggested. She took a deep breath. “As my assistant, I am sure you are already well aware that a few students saw... a certain subject of ours... yesterday on an... explicit website. I had a student report to me that he was streamed live for…” she paused, checking a sticky note on her desk. “…six hours and twenty-five minutes. At the peak of this stream, he had seven hundred and two viewers.”
Mrs. Masters paused, and looked at Justin, who just stared back. She was a hundred percent aware that he was the one who streamed it. He was likely the only one that was able to, besides her. And yet, he was confused. She hadn’t accused him.
“I am just wondering if you were one of the 702 viewers?” Mrs. Masters asked.
Justin wondered about her approach. He could pretty easily recognize a school staff who was set on getting him in trouble; He’d had plenty of experiences with those types. But the way Mrs. Masters was phrasing things right now was extremely curious. She seemed to be choosing her words very carefully. Justin decided to simply nod.
“Good,” she said, exhaling. “While the person who livestreamed the event did save a few clips to the gallery, I think the stream was a little too long, and may have contained some people other than our subject. So, some clips have been... erased. I just have some questions for someone like you, who might have viewed the whole thing. How many times was Seth brought to orgasm?”
“Uh…” Justin thought for a moment. “I think it was like, eleven times.”
Mrs. Masters raised her eyebrows, but said nothing. She added something to her sticky note. “And how did he achieve it?”
Justin blushed, not wanting to describe it out loud. Ironic. He was the one embarrassed, when he wasn’t forced to do any of the things that Seth had experienced. “First two times were, uh… normal. Like pulling it.” He blushed deeper. “Then he got a marker for the next few times. Probably around the sixth time, he switched to a thicker highlighter. And then the last couple times, Clementine used… ah… her fingers.”
“Very good,” Mrs. Masters said, making a final note. She looked up at Justin. “I think I made a mistake, in not telling you about Mr. Zinck’s different phases. Without knowing them, you could have
accidentally made the same mistake this anonymous spycam leaker made.”
Justin tried not to smile. She knew. But she was letting it go. Things were going right for him, for once in his life.
“Let me explain. Seth has three phases, and he’s currently on phase two. Phase one began when he joined the nurse’s club. In this phase, his humiliations had to be kept to a select few people, and occur in relatively safe places, such as the club meeting space, or a dark cinema, for example. Anything outside of a safe space like this would have to occur under my own strict supervision. Another important aspect of phase one was that humiliations could not involve any form of device or supplement, except, of course, suitable medical equipment, considering the club he has been involved with. We did have one mistake occur in part one, and that was that Mr. Zinck’s younger brother became involved. But we dealt with that error the same way we are dealing with the leaked spycam one… by just
rolling with it.”
Mrs. Masters paused and took a sip of coffee from her tumbler.
“We started phase two after one week, and I think we started it with a bang. We had him trapped naked in a classroom without any clothes whatsoever. Phase two allows Mr. Zinck’s humiliations to involve peers, siblings, and select teachers; Up to 30 can witness his humiliation at a time. Intimate partners and parents are discouraged at this phase, but not forbidden. It’ll just enhance phase three if they are saved for later. In phase two, a certain dosage of select medications are required and select devices from a specific website are permitted. Surveillance at home is encouraged, mostly to monitor that medication is being properly taken, and it’s also helpful if I have an assistant at this phase.”
Justin realized now that his own involvement in Seth’s humiliation had been part of some three-phased approach. He didn’t know why, but it made him feel a little disposable. Regardless, Mrs. Masters continued.
“Phase three is planned to commence at some point this week. I am considering Wednesday at the moment, but Thursday might be more suitable. It is the final phase of Seth’s humiliation, and will continue until school ends. There are almost no restrictions during that phase. I can increase the dosage of medications to the maximum safe amount and even mix certain ones under guidance of my medical contact. Any device approved by me can be used on Mr. Zinck. And his humiliations can involve anyone, including his girlfriend, his parents, even the garbage man! There is no limit to how many can witness his humiliation, and... you'll be happy to hear this... maximum creativity is encouraged, especially from my assistant. Do you see now how whoever posted the livestream should have waited until phase three?”
Justin nodded again, finally piecing everything together. Mrs. Masters wasn’t reprimanding him because she actually respected the creativity of what he had done. He just should have waited a few more days, so it could fit better into her plan. Soon he’d be able to do… well, almost anything to Seth. Armed with this information, Justin couldn’t suppress his smile, which Mrs. Masters noticed.
“I know… but phase three hasn’t started yet. However, I do have a project that could help us prepare for the phase shift, if you accept.”
“Sure, what is it?” Justin asked.
“Do you know how to build a website?”
“Uh, no. Not even a little.”
“No worries. I know for a fact that Lyndsey does. I’ll have her come to your class and get you in about an hour, and you’ll be excused from class for the rest of the day. You can work in room 202 today. I want you to design a website together. One part of the site should be blog-style, explaining every one of Seth’s humiliations. Lyndsey can fill you in on some of what happened before you were my assistant. Another section should include photos and videos of anything and everything embarrassing that happens to the boy. I know there are not many so far, but trust me when I say that there are about to be. I think you’ll have a hard time collecting them all, actually. And in the third section of the site, I want his bedroom camera to be streaming, 24/7. Now that you know the phases and what they entail, I want to
stress that we will not make the website public until phase three begins. Got it?”
“I got it,” Justin said with a grin. For the boy who had been humiliated at the hands of Seth, and who had so little positivity in his life, it felt like Christmas had come early.
The blue pill hadn’t yet affected Seth as he sat at his desk in first period math class. With a faint hum though, the ring on his cock sprang to life. He had found himself in a dreamy state prior to this moment, an effect of capsule HS, but the intense vibrations halfway down his dick snapped him back into reality. The ring’s quiet buzzing sound was drowned out by student voices as they socialized, pulling out their binders and textbooks to prepare for class. Seth remembered the remote and looked around at who might be controlling the settings. He didn’t have to look far to make a prediction; Jasmine, the cheerleader who had originally convinced Seth to get in the pool, was seated next to him. She had her hand in the pocket further away from Seth, and winked when he looked over.
“You have it, don’t you?” Seth asked.
“Tsk tsk,” Jasmine replied. “You can’t just ask me that! What if I didn’t know what it did? You certainly shouldn’t know what it does.” But then, as the teacher began to set things up, Jasmine couldn’t resist. “I’ll just show you what it does, I guess, so you’re not curious all day.”
She pulled the remote out and set it on her desk, referencing several buttons. “So first, I choose a number.” Seth could see that like a phone keypad, the numbers ranged from 1-9. The only difference was that the button that should say “0” instead read “off”. To demonstrate, Jasmine turned it off, providing Seth relief as the cock ring stopped buzzing. The relief was extremely temporary, Seth learned, as Jasmine then pushed “5” and the buzzing started again, slightly more intense than before.
“The higher the number, the more intense the vibrations,” explained Jasmine. “I had you on 4 before, but now I upped the intensity. Just for you.” She smiled, and Seth couldn’t help smile back. The pill was still keeping him in a really good mood, despite everything else.
There were three more buttons on the bottom, labelled A, B and C. “Default is B,” Jasmine continued. “This is stationary, and unless I’m holding down one of the other buttons, B is selected. But if I do this…” She pressed and held down A, and Seth felt the cock ring subtly shift. It was rolling slowly but surely straight up his hard dick, vibrating intensely as it made its journey. The cock ring stopped ascending as it reached the bottom of his cockhead, unable to overcome the bulbous head. Still, it tried to persevere, deeply stimulating one of the most sensitive spots on Seth’s dick. An inadvertent moan escaped his lips, causing a boy in front of him to turn around mid-conversation.
“You good Zinck?” The boy asked, in a heightened tone.
Seth used all of his willpower to keep his voice steady. “Y-yeah. Working on my purr. Y’know… I’m a… cat.”
The boy looked down at Seth’s onesie, pursed his lips, and nodded, turning back to his friend without another word.
Jasmine finally held down the “C” button, which did the opposite of “A”, allowing the ring to make a descent down Seth’s shaft. When it was about back at starting position, she released the button, and the stationary setting took over, which, truth be told, wasn’t all that better for Seth. He’d walked in with a soft dick, and now he had a raging hard-on that was super obvious in his white cat onesie. Though he was trying desperately to properly hide his erection under his desk, Jasmine tucked the remote away with the vibration still going and began to work on the math warm up that the teacher had written on the board.
Seth sat upright, with the fog in his brain lifted, his full attention now on the feeling in the front of his onesie. The rapid vibrations felt so good on his rigid dick… too good, in fact. The boy realized the onesie was becoming damp, not only with his precum, but also with his own sweat. He worried about Jasmine leaving the ring turned on for the full class. What if he shot his load into the onesie? There was nowhere for it to go, and it would surely show, wouldn't it? A look down confirmed the worst, as a noticeable circle of wetness was forming, turning the white cat fur to a moist grey. The intensity of the ring wasn’t too severe, but it was absolutely persistent. With his dick occasionally lurching, spewing bursts of pre-ejaculate almost at regular intervals, Seth knew he wouldn't be able to hold back forever.
Thankfully, he wouldn’t have to. As the teacher took up the warm-up on the board, Jasmine hit the off switch. Her main concern was the nervousness that someone might hear the hum, although a smarter girl might have realized as long as she couldn’t hear, it was unlikely anyone else could have. Seth was therefore only subjected to a vibrating ring when there was chatter around the room, which thankfully, in their math class, was not all that often.
As the bell rang for second period, Seth had to exit the math classroom to the busy hallway. He was careful to position his backpack in front of his groin. Not only had the wet spot grown in diameter, but thanks to Mrs. Master’s blue pill, the furry patch below his stomach was also protruding much further in front of Seth than it had been when he first entered the classroom. Trying to avoid a fresh onslaught of comments from those who were seeing Seth’s outfit for the first time, he ran directly into Sara, who was looking adorable in her dog onesie.
“There you are!” She said, pulling his arm and guiding him to the locker bay. “I signed us up for best costume award, and–” By pulling his arm, she’d inadvertently uncovered his crotch, and Seth watched with dread as she lowered her gaze. Her mouth opened and closed several times, almost comedically, before she was finally able to get a word out: “
Why?”
Seth shook his head in embarrassment, trying to figure out how to possibly answer her question. Then Seth realized that her question wasn’t exactly clear.
“
Why-are-you-hard?” Sara finally said through clenched teeth. “
And-why-does-it-look-like-you’re-not-wearing-boxers-AGAIN!?”
“Uh…” Seth said, and rubbed his temple. Without the vibration sensation, the fogginess was coming back, and preventing his brain from thinking clearly. “Go away,” he moaned aloud to the haze.
“Oh, I will alright!” Sara shouted. She lowered her voice just slightly then. “Until you can take care of your little...
scratching post, I don’t even want to be seen with an alley cat like you! It’s humiliating!”
Sara then stormed off in the direction of her Physics class. Seth knew he should go after her and clear things up, but was there a point right now?
Maybe I should give both of us a bit of time to cool down, he thought, shifting his backpack back to his groin and walking toward his Chemistry class.
Everything usually works out anyway. That last thought had to be capsule SH positivity.
Seth's chemistry classroom was arranged with five lab tables towards the front of the room, each with legs bolted to the floor and accommodating up to six students around the perimeter. Two sat on each long side of the table, and one sat on each end. There was no assigned seating in particular, but most people sat in the same place every time. Seth, for example, preferred to be the lone boy at the far edge of one table situated next to the window. Because they often conducted experiments in this classroom, backpacks were always set at the back of the room. This presented a bit of a problem for Seth. He wasn't the only one in the room and if he placed his backpack there, he would have to walk back toward the front of the room, where his table was, with no cover.
Rather than walk all the way back and place his backpack, trying to discretely cover up while heading to his seat, Seth decided the best choice was to sit down first, and try to slide his bag toward the back of the room. As friction would have it, his bag only made it halfway there.
“Hey, Niall, can you move my bag the rest of the way? I undershot.”
Niall laughed, shaking his head. Seth was an okay guy, but he didn’t really like him by principle. In his mind, all jocks were assholes, and Seth, by association, deserved to be taken down a few rungs. However, he’d just put his own backpack down himself and decided to take the high road this one time and help Seth out. “Fine,” he said, and brought the backpack the rest of the way, before turning back to get his first good eyeful of Seth dressed as a cat “Do you really wear a cat onesie to bed?”
“No,” Seth said. “Long story. My girlfriend. She’s dressed as a dog. Thought it would be cute, I guess.”
“Interesting,” Niall said, sitting down at Seth’s table. Something else had caught his attention. “Nice tail…”
Seth looked around the room as more students entered. Someone would be getting the remote from Jasmine, but this class wasn’t like the previous one. He had no fellow team members, cheerleaders, or friends in this class who would be likely to have the remote. He wondered which acquaintance, of whom he knew he wouldn’t have a great relationship with, would end up with the remote control.
It didn’t take too long to find out. Three more people sat at his table. Although he didn’t know much about them, he recalled that their names were Lilith, Samantha and Ellis. Lilith, who was sitting opposite Seth, suddenly placed the remote squarely in front of her on the table. He looked at it, then looked up at her, but she wasn’t looking back. She was studying the remote control closely, probably not sure what exactly it controlled.
“What’s that?” Ellis asked.
“An experiment,” Lilith explained. “The girl that gave it to me says Mrs. Masters is measuring something. I have to try to hold the A button down for an increment of exactly twenty seconds, and then repeat the same thing with C. But I’m not allowed to use a watch or anything. I just have to guess. She must be measuring our perception of time for some reason.”
“That sounds like a Physics experiment,” Samantha suggested. “I want to try.” She grabbed the remote and slammed down “A”. Seth gasped, but followed it with a sigh of relief. Nothing had happened.
“You dumbass!” Lilith said, grabbing the remote back. “You don’t even know how to use it! You have to enter the password first. It’s 8!”
If Seth had gasped before, it was nothing compared to the sound he made when Lilith turned the intensity to 8. His whole cock and balls began vibrating uncontrollably. Even his stool seemed to be vibrating. Still, the hum was somehow fairly quiet, even though his cock was shaking at what had to be twenty or thirty high-intensity vibrations per second.
“Now I can push A and C,” Lilith explained, demonstrating with A. As she held down the button, the cock ring began to rise, while keeping it’s intensity. When it hit the magic spot right below Seth’s dickhead, he let out a deep involuntary moan, and the whole table looked his way, except for Niall, who looked to be tying his shoelaces.
“Sorry,” Seth said shakily. “I don’t think my breakfast is settling.”
“I think that was twenty,” Lilith said, turning her attention back to the device. “Now I press C.” Seth realized that as his cock leaked more pre-cum, the ring started to ascend and descend faster, helped along by the slickness of his cock. This was turning into a very dangerous situation for the boy.
The teacher finally entered the room and started the lecture, but Lilith continued to conduct her experiment while she talked. Seth knew, at this point, he couldn’t last. He was a goner. He had to get out of the classroom, and fast.
Seth raised his hand, but the teacher, in her usual fashion, chose to ignore it as she droned on. As the cock ring once again reached Seth’s dickhead, he couldn’t wait anymore. He was openly panting at this point, pushing down and squeezing his hard dick between his legs, trying desperately not to cum. Niall, the only one who could openly see Seth and what he was doing, was perplexed but figured the jock just desperately needed the washroom.
“Can I go to the bathroom, please!?” Seth shouted, attracting the attention of the entire class. Lilith stopped pushing A, looking up, but this meant the ring was stuck, vibrating at an intensity of 8, right at the most sensitive spot on Seth’s dick.
“
It’s an emergency,” he pleaded, as the teacher stared at him, aghast that he had just interrupted so rudely.
“Very well then,” she said, and Seth jumped out of his seat, bounding for the door, hoping he could get free from the remote’s range before his imminent ejaculation.
If Seth had simply walked toward the classroom door, he could have been spared from quite a bit of his humiliation. Yes, he still would have ejaculated in his onesie in front of the entire class. There was no escaping it at this point. It was absolutely inevitable, because he was too close.
However, walking patiently might have allowed Seth to have felt the resistance in his backside. He might have noticed that Niall had not been tying his shoelace, but had instead tied his furry cat tail to the table leg, which was bolted to the floor. He might have been able to turn around and carefully untie the simple knot in the tail of his onesie, before heading to the washroom to clean himself up.
He might have even had time to collect his backpack from the back of the room, and cover up his front as he exited the class, protecting just a tiny bit of modesty. This also would have meant that he would have a change of clothes with him as he reached the washroom.
This is not at all what happened. And what actually happened occurred almost too quickly to comprehend.
POP. POP.
RRRRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP.
The two buttons flew off the butt flap and rolled under tables as the entire patch ripped clean off Seth’s rear. He spun around, only knowing that something not good had happened. Then, just as he saw the tail tied to the table leg, the cock ring took him over the edge. He hadn't realized he was this close, but it was too late now.
One spurt, two spurt, three spurts. It was everywhere. As high up as his bellybutton and as low as his knees. Soaking through and greying the thin cat fur onesie. Seth’s back was to the teacher, who was turning red, looking absolutely livid to have a shenanigan like this in her class. She believed that everything had been Seth’s own doing. It wouldn’t be the first time that she was the victim of some senior prank. “GET OUT!” She bellowed.
The class was roaring with laughter at everything. Some were seeing the front of Seth’s tented, but now much looser onesie. Others were ogling at his bare arse. Some had even pulled out their phones and were recording the event to share with non-believers. Seth looked longingly at his backpack. Could he... should he... grab it?
And then, in what could only be described as some weird post-nut fog effect of capsule HS, Seth felt completely calm, cool, and confident. His teacher had told him to get out. That demand seemed reasonable to him. There was no reason to linger, and grab his backpack. He'd prefer to just do what she said. He looked around at the class at the smiling faces, gave a couple nods, and turned back toward the door, with his naked ass waving goodbye.
Part 28 - The Alleycat 
is placed next to the word "Bloodbath" suggesting being happy if the family got killed?
But I'll try to make it worth the wait!