Seth's High School Humiliation
Part 25: The Liveshow
Justin made his way to the bathroom, careful to do so quietly. Sunday morning followed Saturday night, which meant his father had likely been out drinking late at the bar. While the boy didn’t mind his dad being away on the weekend, he’d rather not wake the man after a late night with the bottle.
It was usually just the two in the small apartment. Justin did have an older brother, but he didn’t attend school, and rarely stopped in at home. Very occasionally, if the guy needed a place to sleep for a night, he would make an appearance. Justin was okay with his brother’s absence, as he was never exactly kind to him, verbally, or physically, and Justin had suspected for a while that he was involved in a gang. He was trying his best not to follow a similar path himself. It was hard, of course, when his father wasn’t exactly a strong role model, but it had been that way for over a year now, since his mother up and left, and it was just the reality that Justin had to do the best he could on his own.
The boy stepped over a large puddle of vomit on the floor, letting out an involuntary gag. It seemed his father had missed the toilet again. Justin closed his eyes, scrunched up his nose, and took a piss, relief flowing through his body as he finally emptied his bladder. The boy stepped back over the sick and silently returned to his room, glancing at his phone for the time. It was still early, but it was possible that Seth was up. He’d made extra special plans for the boy yesterday. They weren’t Mrs. Masters’ plans, as Justin was scheduled off on weekends, but they were ideas of his own making. Unfortunately, his plans had been foiled, at least temporarily, when Seth and Joseph left for a party.
Justin lay in his bed and opened the live camera app he’d installed a few days ago. No one was currently in the Zinck family washroom. Justin clicked the arrow underneath the feed, and Seth’s bedroom appeared in high definition, with the jock laying in a pair of basketball shorts on top of his blankets. The shorts looked to be tented and Justin grinned. With such a shitty home life, witnessing and causing Seth’s ongoing humiliation was one of the few things currently continuing to bring him joy.
Seth awoke, yawning wide and stretching out his whole body. He looked down at his morning wood and thought about the events that had transpired yesterday. His mind was clearer now, and he really couldn’t fathom how he had done all that. Stripping off in the pool was one thing, but he emerged from the water and mooned, then flashed everyone. After that, he’d even done exercises stark naked, and twerked along to a song for a laugh. What was even stranger is that he’d had the confidence to do all of this in front of thirty of his actual peers.
Seth tried to figure out what exactly he felt when he thought back to the events. He didn’t exactly regret what he’d done. It had been embarrassing, yes, but no one had been hurt, and nothing he did had been recorded. In the washroom after the show, the girls had told Seth that they would do their best with Mrs. Masters to make sure Sara didn’t hear about the event. They promised that if anyone leaked what happened, they would definitely come to regret it.
Thinking of the crazy day made Seth’s cock throb beneath his basketball shorts. He hadn’t even taken his blue pills yet, though he had remembered to take the white one the night before. Strangely, he didn’t feel hazy at all like he had the previous morning. ‘
It must just be a side effect until you get used to the med,’ Seth thought, as he got up, dry-swallowed his first blue pill, and hopped back into bed.
Before even giving the pill a chance to work, Seth pushed down his shorts and began to stroke his dick.
Marcy felt her phone vibrate as she watched her eggs boiling on the stovetop. The notification alerted her that someone named Justin had just added her. She recognized the name. It belonged to Mrs. Master’s assistant. The boy had done a good job helping with the auditorium humiliation the other day, so she quickly accepted the friend request and saw a message instantly pop up in the chat.
Justin: Hi, it’s me Justin from school. Idk if u remember me but I am the assistant. Anyway, idk if u know if something is wrong with Seth but he alr jerked it 3 times this morning.
Marcy smiled at the boy’s boldness. What if he’d added the wrong Marcy? She briefly wondered about Mrs. Masters’ choice of assistant. Why hadn’t she chosen the other boy, from the science club? She shook her head, remembering it really wasn’t her place to question the principal and her decisions.
Marcy: It’s normal for him, don’t worry.
Marcy: I suspect you know about this because you’re watching on the camera.
Marcy: You should record for us and Mrs. Masters. You can save it under “Gallery” in the app.
While waiting for a reply, Marcy opened her thread with Clementine. As she typed, she reflected on how far they’d all come as a group of girls. When their last practice patient, an exchange student from Brazil, returned to his country, the group had tried recruiting another patient to no avail. They had discussed possibly keeping the club alive by practicing on each other for a while, but a terribly timed leave of absence left them without a teacher supervisor, which was required for any organized group. With the lack of willing cute male patient (the real reason they had started the club in the first place) and someone to oversee them, their group was destined to fail.
Marcy: Hey Clem, can you get to Seth’s today?
Just when the girls were about to disband their extra-curricular organization, Mrs. Masters had summoned the four to their office with a proposition. Mrs. Masters would fulfill the role of the overseer of the club and would hardly actually attend the meetings. She would also provide a handsome subject for practice. And in return, the girls would be allowed… no, required, to strip the senior boy in their sessions. They would be mandated to put him through escalating humiliations until the end of the academic year, through three different phases, which varied in intensity of humiliation. Mrs. Masters promised that if all went well, the girls would each receive incentives, in the form of top marks in their science courses and a small sum of cash each, paid in full at the end of the term.
The girls had pretended to carefully consider the offer, but when Mrs. Masters threatened to give the job to the science club instead, Marcy caved instantly and accepted on behalf of the four girls. The group met two more times with Mrs. Masters to discuss a timeline, and what Mrs. Masters referred to as “mandatory milestones”, including several pre-planned ideas for humiliations. The best part to Marcy, though, was the free reign to add their own embarrassing ideas, as long as they fell in line with the current phase and the rules each entailed.
Marcy, lost in her thoughts, heard a loud sizzle to her left and noticed the pot boiling over onto the element. She turned off the heat and scooped the eggs into a bowl. Glancing back down at her phone, she saw responses arrive from both Justin and Clementine simultaneously.
Justin: Oh u kno about the cameras. I C. I am alr on recording it, don’t worry
Marcy gave the message a thumbs up, and switched to her conversation with Clementine.
Clementine: I wasn’t going until later but I can go now. Why, what’s up?
Marcy grinned as she typed her response.
Marcy: I can meet you there after breakfast. It looks like Seth took the SE capsule, so we’re in for a fun day.
“Emmett, can you help your siblings find something decent to wear for church?”
“Yes mom, of course,” Emmett replied with a smile, although inside he was not too impressed. It was Emmett’s opinion that his younger siblings, one male and one female, lived like slobs, although in reality they were probably as messy as most other eleven-year-olds. As the eldest brother, it often fell on Emmett on Sundays to help distinguish their dirty clothes from clean ones and find something decent for the twins to wear that would present the family as clean and functional. Emmett complied, partially out of a duty to his loving parents, but partially because he hoped to get a new telescope as his end-of-year present for good grades.
The two played their Nintendo Switch as Emmett sifted through their closet when a notification popped up on his phone. Someone had submitted a link to his anonymous dropbox, which was mostly used for questions and “tbh” requests, where Emmett would reply with how he felt about the person. Emmett was smart enough to recognize suspicious links, but this was a well-known domain. In fact, it was the domain to a porn site. He wondered who would want him to view a porn video?
Despite the irony of watching porn just prior to church, Emmett immersed himself fully into the twins’ closet and closed the door. He copied the link into his browser and waited for it to load. The title and video details loaded first.
Basketball Star Bedroom Jerk-off Spycam ⦿ Live
Stream began 12 minutes ago
27 watching.
Then the video loaded, and Emmett couldn’t believe his eyes. There was Seth Zinck. The exact same Seth Zinck that Mrs. Masters had been humiliating. The same one that donated a sperm sample to the science club, and produced a second sperm sample using their Samplesuction Pro.
Seth was being streamed, live from his bedroom to an unknown audience. Even over the two minutes that Emmett watched, the number of viewers climbed to 33. How many of those were other West Beach High School students who’d anonymously received the link? How many were strangers? Emmett shook his head and closed the app, forcing himself back to the task at hand. Something told him that Mrs. Masters hadn't approved this one. This couldn’t be good.
Seth closed his eyes and bit his lip. His left arm was behind his bed as his right pulled desperately at his cock for a third round. He had never felt such dissatisfaction at his cums for some reason. After the first, he’d barely felt any relief, and continued, thinking of some crazy fantasy where he had decided to jerk off in front of the thirty people at the pool party. Then, he came a second time, and actually felt anger that he still did not feel relief. What was wrong with him? Surely, the third time would be the charm.
The basketball shorts lay discarded on the floor, having long ago slid off the end of Seth’s bed. He continued to pump, trying to think of what could have made the pool party even hotter than if he’d decided to jerk off for the audience. He slowed down, realizing the exact humiliating act that should make him burn red with shame, but which turned him on immensely, at least as a fantasy. That feeling in his ass when the girls, and then the basketball team pushed against his prostate. It was unlike anything else. Yes, it had been embarrassing beyond comprehension, but the memory of it was simply surreal.
Seth looked around his room, spotting his pencil case on his desk. It was opened, and the contents were spilling onto the desk.
He couldn’t, could he?
The boy stood up, still rubbing his dick mercilessly, pausing only to pump a small amount of lotion on a black permanent marker, and another small amount on his hand, which he then transferred to his butthole. The lotion was cold, but Seth felt an unexpected rush of excitement at trying something new. He felt confident that cumming by means of stimulating his prostate would finally bring his much-desired relief.
The boy laid back on his bed and pulled his feet way up by his head. He looked up at the ceiling, hardly registering that his smoke detector and light fixture were getting a full show as he slowly slid the marker into the orifice. The boy let out a soft moan of pleasure as he pushed in deeper.
“That’s a strange place for a marker,” said a voice at his door, causing Seth to almost roll out of the bed. He tried to pull the marker out, but the lotion had made the plastic too slick, and Seth's fingers slipped off of it completely. The marker remained unmoved.
Joseph stood at the bedroom door with Clementine, and both were laughing.
“Why were you watching me?” Seth demanded, frustrated. He placed his hand back on the marker, though he made no further attempt to pull it out just yet. They’d already seen where it was anyway, so what difference did it make?
Joseph closed the door, so his parents wouldn’t hear anything. “We’re just here because we have to monitor you cum at least once every day. Don’t you remember? Looks like you’re off to a great start.”
“I already came twice,” Seth blurted out before he could stop himself. “I don’t know what’s going on, but the cum just never feels… satisfying.” He looked at Clemetine now. “Is it the meds?”
“Could be,” Clementine posed, but didn’t offer any further information. Instead, she crossed the room, placing her hand on top of Seth’s, which was on top of the marker. “Would you like me to help you make your ejaculation satisfying?”
Seth considered telling them both to leave his room, but something stopped him. He was torn between her meanness the other day in the auditorium, where she stole his pants, and her kindness yesterday when she allowed him to masturbate in relative privacy. As conflicting as all this was, Seth felt insanely horny at the moment, and he couldn't stop himself from nodded a simple yes. Maybe she could help him after all.
He was trying desperately to only look at Clementine while he nodded, and not see his younger brother. While it was embarrassing to have something in his ass in front of either of them, it felt less ‘gay’ to be doing it in front of a girl, or at least, that’s how Seth rationalized it. He also came to a realization that, while he didn’t consider himself homophobic at all, a desire to pleasure himself through anal stimulation just didn’t seem like something the star of the basketball team should be pursuing. He was about to pull out the marker, but Clementine held firmly against his hand.
Her hand guided Seth’s, first pushing the marker in, and then pulling it slightly back out, and then repeating, a tiny bit faster each time. Seth was surprised to feel the marker brush against his prostate on the very first insert, but he remembered that Clementine had always known exactly what she was doing when it came to his ass. He wondered briefly how she knew so much, but as waves of intimate sensations began to overtake him all throughout his body, Seth lost his thought, and could think of nothing else but pure pleasure.
A second soft hand pushed his away from his dick, and his eyes flew open, fearing it was his brother’s. Thankfully, he realized it was just Clementine’s second hand, and he allowed her to take his dick, now using his free hand to grip his sheets as she began masturbating his cock for him. Seth was getting so close now. He couldn’t remember anything he’d ever done with Sara being this intense. As he began to moan with pleasure, he wondered if perhaps he should ask her to do butt play on him.
A jet of cum narrowly missed Seth’s eye, landing across his nose and forehead, and a second hit him just below his chin. He didn’t understand how he was still cumming so much on his third load. His previous two loads were drying on a grey sock that he’d dropped between the bed and the wall and he was now wearing the third.
“How did that feel?” Clementine asked seductively as she wiped remnants of the boy’s cum in his pubic hair.
“It felt…” Seth started, and then sighed angrily. “Why am I still fucking horny? This is ridiculous. It felt good, but I have to cum again. I just
have to!”
The door opened, and there Marcy stood with a smile. “No stress. We’re here to help with that. Your dad let me in, don’t worry.”
Marcy crossed the room and crawled over Seth, at one point perched on all fours directly overtop the boy. For a moment, he thought she might kiss him. Then, she finished climbing over him, sitting between him and the wall. On her journey over to Seth's place, she’d watched Justin’s recordings so far, and knew exactly where Seth had discarded his used sock. She reached down and retrieved it, feeling the dampness of his previous loads. She raised the well-used sock to the boy’s face and began to mop up the cum between his nose and forehead. Despite her attempt, the sock had absorbed all it could, and the cum was mostly just spread around.
“We’re here to help you
all day long, Seth. And you will be wanting to cum
all day long.”
“How do you know that?” Seth asked, but his hand had already found its way back on his stiff dick.
“You took the SE capsule today.
SE is Subsequent Ejaculations. Your balls are bursting with semen right now. It's been producing all night while you slept, but a side effect of the capsule is the prevention of wet dreams. But now that you're awake... well, if you don’t keep masturbating, your dick will just keep leaking the stuff anyway. It's probably best that you let us girls help… uh, milk you…
all day long.”
Seth felt Clementine push the sharpie back in, brushing it right up against his prostate. The day was indeed going to be a long one.
Part 26 - The Ring
Just kidding. I'll consider this idea for the future. There's a full week of spirit events, after all. It might fit naturally in somewhere!
