Seth's High School Humiliation
Part 28: The Alleycat
Despite its temporary boost, Seth felt his confidence plummet as he entered the hallway. A draft that he had hardly noticed in the past now plagued his bare backside as he found himself without the spare clothing, or even his phone, both of which he’d kept in his backpack since his onesie didn’t have pockets. He was thankful that the hallway was deserted, for now, as the front of his outfit was drenched in cum and the cock ring was still buzzing along on nearly the highest setting, descending then ascending along his penis, as if nothing had even happened. He walked this way and that, desperate to get out of the range of the remote, now with a clear enough mind to look past his faux optimism and the fog caused by capsule HS.
Finally, he found himself back on the first floor, and the buzzing whirred to a stop. The ring sat at the base of his cock, but it no longer buzzed, and that was a relief, at least for now. Seth looked around, recognizing the motivational posters and half-sized lockers in this hallway, signifying that most classes here were for freshmen. He was in an almost-exclusively ninth-grade hallway.
Just as he came to the realization, a familiar giggle sounded behind him.
“Wardrobe malfunction?” Clementine laughed.
“Something like that.”
“You should be so, so embarrassed right now. I would be. Your bare bottom exposed like that in a school of hundreds of kids your age…” It was true. Seth began turning red. Clementine had emerged from the nearby washroom, her joy apparent at catching her plaything in the state he was in.
“Why don’t you come in the washroom with me, and we’ll see if we can assess the damage on the costume?”
She was still smiling, and Seth was unsure, but what other choice did he have? He wasn’t going to be able to retrieve his backpack without someone’s help. He had half a mind to look for Rowan but couldn’t remember his schedule for the day. Something about the fog in his head seemed to mess with his memory.
“Can we go in the boy’s washroom though?” Seth tried, but Clementine immediately shook her head.
“I can’t be caught in there. What a silly idea.” She said it as if it was absolutely no problem if Seth was caught in the girl’s restroom. He hesitated outside the door, but she continued in, disappearing from sight as the door closed behind her.
“Ugh,” Seth moaned, and followed her in.
“Okay, come stand in front of me!” Clementine had walked halfway across the washroom and froze in the middle of the room, still looking away from Seth. This meant that he had to walk around her, and then turn to face her. “Well, the ripped part isn’t on your front is it? Turn around!”
Seth turned, which meant that his ass was now facing the door. Clementine took a sidestep so that anyone who walked in would see the boy’s ass.
“Why don’t you get down on your paws, just like a cat would be? Then I can get a better look.”
Even though his face was now burning, he felt himself compelled to do what she was told. She’d seen his ass, and pleasured him by way of his ass, many times before. No big deal to show it off, really. He lowered to his hands and knees.
“Uh-uh, no way!” Clementine tsked. “On your paws, not your knees!” Seth switched from his knees to his feet, and felt his butt rise as a result. Then, he felt Clementine push his legs further apart with her foot, until both of his legs were spread wide. “On your tippy-toes, please.” She said, and Seth increased his humiliation even more. He could now feel he was showing his whole ass in a way that he’d never done in a school. He was positive his hole was visible.
The door opened and an anonymous girl entered. Seth couldn’t see who it was, but he heard the laughter, and the command from Clementine to stay as he was. His face felt like he was on fire as Clementine explained to the guest that Seth the pussycat had ripped his PJs, and she was seeing if anything could be done.
When the girl left, Seth decided to bring up a thought that had occurred to him. “Um, the medication I took. It makes things kind of hazy and I do things that I wouldn’t always want to do. I notice that. But… at the pool, I was so confident and never felt embarrassed. I had some of that today earlier, but right now, I’m feeling… well, this is completely humiliating. I’m still doing your suggestions, but why don’t I feel as confident?”
There was a pause. “Well, that’s obvious, isn’t it?”
“Is it?” It didn’t seem obvious.
“In the hallway, I told you that you should be so very embarrassed. That was an order. The medication has side effects that can make you feel confident and like you have no regrets after, but its main purpose is just to make you hypnotically suggestible. By telling you to be embarrassed, I was able to override that feeling of confidence.” She lowered herself close to Seth’s ear so she could whisper. “In fact, I want you feel nothing but shame and embarrassment for everything we make you do for the rest of today. You’ll do whatever everyone tells you, but it will be so humbling for you. You’ll be a true scaredy-cat.”
Seth moaned. Compared to other days, today was going to be really, really bad. It was a lot of work to fight a command when the fog was present, and he could feel it coming back a bit, now that the vibrations in the cock ring had stopped. Would he have the will to fight at all?
He heard Clementine back off, saying something about the tear being unfixable, and opening the washroom door. Even so, he wasn’t prepared for what came next. “Come here, kitty-kitty-kitty,” she encouraged, and Seth found his hands and feet already turning toward the door. He’d made a subconscious decision regarding the fog in his head. It seemed to him that he would probably have enough willpower to fight one major command, and he already knew what it would be. He would not, under any circumstance, jerk off in front of any students who had not already seen him do so. Other than that, he would have to just deal with commands, even if he was mortified by them. He knew in his heart that he'd survived so many other humiliations. He could make it through a few more, and hopefully no one would get too carried away.
Seth passed the doorframe to the hallway, and felt the tiled floor grow colder under his bare hands and feet. The washroom had been smaller, and as such, heated better, but the now familiar draft in the hallway remained. The difference in his new position is that he could feel it on his asshole, instead of just his cheeks.
“You’re a cute little alleycat, aren’t you?” Clementine reached down and scratched Seth’s chin. What the fuck, he thought, but her fingers actually felt good somehow. He lifted his head, just as a cat would do. She looked down the long hallway. “This looks like the perfect little alley for you. Take a walk down to the end and then come back.”
Seth went to stand up, but Clementine was having none of it. A hand on his back kept him lowered. “Pussies don’t walk on two feet.”
So, Seth was resigned to crawling from the washroom door at one end of the hallway all the way to the staircase at the end. He passed math classrooms, science classrooms, and even the home economics classroom. Behind the different doors he heard teacher voices lecturing, and student voices answering questions. He paused a few doors from the end. A classroom on the left had their door opened. He heard Clementine behind him say to continue. Seth closed his eyes, and scurried past, knowing that he would have to make the trip back in a moment.
With the spring weather, Mrs. K (whose last name was actually Kvilvang, but shortened to the relief of her students) had tried to ensure some proper ventilation in the classroom for her ninth-grade geography students. She’d worn a fleecy flannel PJ set to show solidarity with spirit week, but was regretting her decision, as the day had warmed up considerably. Her students quietly worked on their written assignments while she fanned herself with a paperback notebook.
A streak of what looked like white fur caught the corner of her eye just outside her classroom door as something darted past. She couldn’t be sure, but it had looked like some sort of animal. She was frozen, waiting to see if it passed again. It did, a moment later, but it had a human ass at the back. What the hell was going on? A glance at her students showed that no one besides her had noticed… at least not yet. “I’m just going to step into the hallway for a moment.” As a few of her students grumbled acknowledgement, not looking up from their work. Mrs. K exited, closing the door behind her.
As she saw the boy make his way back to Clementine, one of her students from another class, she realized exactly what was going on.
Mrs. K had seen Rowan, one of her past students through her window last Tuesday. He’d been hiding behind the dumpster with his friend Seth, but the remarkable thing was that Seth was naked. Mrs. K had admired the attractiveness of both boys back when she’d taught them geography in the ninth grade, but she’d obviously kept things professional, discrete in her watching of their muscular butts and checking out their developed packages, not-too-well hidden (as jocks do) behind thin sweatpants. She got away with as much looking as she dared.
But that day last week she’d made sure to stop Rowan as he passed the window, having a conversation to catch up with him. It was her way of extending Seth’s nudity just a little bit. It was a bold move for her, but not one that could get her in trouble, as long as she pretended not to notice the naked boy, cowering beneath her window.
Mrs. K had chalked the experience off to a one-time thing at the time. The boy had obviously been at the end of some dare from his buddies, or maybe he’d snuck off with his girlfriend Sara, and things had gone south. Mrs. K had always seen a mean streak in that girl when people crossed her. Regardless, she’d accepted that she’d probably never see Seth in that position again.
And then, it was Sunday, and Mrs. K received a link to her email. It was from a favorite student of hers, who noted serious concern when she'd been sent an explicit video of someone from their school. Mrs. K opened the video, and her eyes widened. Seth Zinck, fucking himself with a permanent marker. Live. With over 200 viewers.
Despite her hidden infatuation with the boy, she knew she had to report the situation to Mrs. Masters, especially since a student had brought the concern to her. She quickly dialled her boss’s number, hating to be the bearer of bad news, but fully expecting that this would lead to a lot of work on what should normally be a principal’s rest day. Imagine Mrs. K’s surprise then when Mrs. Masters was surprisingly calm, explaining absolutely everything to Mrs. K. Imagine her shock when Mrs. Masters went into detail about the different phases, informing her that she would not get in any trouble if she ever helped things along. Imagine her thought process when Mrs. Masters suggested that she, herself, play a big role later in spirit week, to give the boy a humiliation he would never, ever forget.
Now, Mrs. K stood in the hallway, becoming involved even earlier than she thought she would. “Clementine, can you explain to me why Seth Zinck, a high school senior, and star member of our school’s basketball, is dressed as a cat with a human butt, and is roaming our school hallways?” She had winked at the girl when Seth wasn’t looking, indicating Clementine would not be in any sort of trouble.
“Well, he’s just a curious little guy. He means no harm,” Clementine said, and began to scratch Seth’s chin again, as the boy blushed deep.
“Seth, stand up, let’s get a look at you.”
Seth did as he was told, happy in a sense that someone had given him an order that overrode Clementine’s to be on all fours. He was, however, embarrassed when his cock tented the front of the cat onesie, especially when he noticed both Clementine’s and Mrs. K’s gaze lower to where his dick pushed out the fabric.
“What is all over his PJs?” Mrs. K asked Clementine, pointing at the greying and still damp spots.
“I don’t know, it looks like he had some kind of accident.”
“Maybe he rolled in something he shouldn’t have.”
“Probably. Boys are gross.”
Mrs. K smiled, then asked Seth directly. “What happened to the front of your outfit?”
Seth lowered his head but couldn’t bring himself to say anything.
“Answer,” Clementine commanded, then turned to Mrs. K. “If you want him to do something today, you just need to tell him to.”
“I cummed,” Seth muttered.
“Speak louder, and repeat yourself,” Mrs. K tried.
“I cummed,” Seth said louder, then looked back, alarmed, at Mrs. K’s door. He would just die if someone else heard him. Thankfully, she had closed the door.
“Well we can’t have you wearing that anymore.” Mrs. K stated. “You’ll get matted fur in the front, especially with that thing bobbing around underneath. Take it off.”
Seth bit his tongue. Should he try to deny this demand? There was so much more of the day left. If he used his willpower here, what was to stop someone from doing something else that was even worse, or getting him to strip later, when his guard was even lower? He reluctantly climbed out of the cat PJs, leaving them in a heap at his ankles. Clementine snatched the outfit away, almost knocking him over in the process.
Seth reached up to take off the fuzzy ears as well, but Mrs. K said to stop. She took in the sight of the jock, naked and up close for the first time. He was truly attractive, with broad shoulders, defined abs, and sexy biceps. V-lines perfectly pointed down at a rigid cock, which glistened with moisture at the tip. A cock ring lay low on its base, and a set of plump balls hang below, one ever-so-slightly lower than the other. “Leave the ears on. I think they are a good reminder that you're a sexy little kitty cat.”
“Back in position, kitty. Walk the hallway again, on your fingertips and tippy toes.” Seth wondered how Clementine could be so sadistic as to make him expose himself like this. He was bare naked with a hard-on, in a school hallway, expected to crawl down a ninth-grade hallway while exposing his ass for her and a past teacher, as well as anyone who walked out of a classroom.
But maybe this should have been the command he chose to use his willpower to refuse, because just as the boy reached the stairs at the end of the hall, his butt high in the air and catching the draft, the end-of-period bell sounded, and students poured out of classrooms into his “alley”.
Part 29: The Suspect (coming soon)
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Author's note: Thank you for all those who have been following the story for two months now! And welcome to new readers. You all together keep me inspired and writing
I also quickly wanted to plug that there is a holiday-themed spin-off regarding Seth's best friend Rowan, which will have three parts. It can be read here.I'm curious, what has been your most-liked chapter or humiliation, so far?
As you could have guessed, there are many more to come!
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