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A FAGGOT’S HUMILIATIONPART TWOby dale10


With trembling hand, the totally humiliated Michael brought the large plastic beer cup full of piss up to his pre-cum coated lips. The smell of the urine was strong. The poor boy didn’t know
what to do. He was so confused. Was he all the things the doctor said he was? Was he really a dirty filthy faggot? Dr. Bras explained that being gay and being a faggot were two different things. A
gay person was attracted to their own sex, while a faggot was a cock hungry animal who wallowed in degrading, disgusting, forms of perversion and was a danger to normal healthy males. Faggots had
to be kept in their place for everyone’s health. Faggots only existed to help Alpha males unload their cum laden testicles and to serve their bodies and bodily needs.


Faggots were barely human. And Dr. Brass had just lectured all the dudes in the high school senior class about what a total faggot Michael was. Now they all looked at him like he was


Nothing but a piece of filth. He certainly could not go on this way at this school. And here he was new to the place and thought he would have a wonderful senior year.


“Drink your piss,” Dr. Brass said in a quiet voice, almost a whisper


And Michael, who must certainly be submissive and just didn’t know it, put the cup to his lips and began to slurp down the strong yellow piss. He gagged and choked,
and Dr. Brass put one strong hand on Michael’s naked stomach and rubbed it. “Nice and easy, don’t rush it. that’s a good faggot.” 


Maybe there had been something in the pills Dr. Brass had given him, but he seemed unable to resist orders. He felt humiliated, degraded, lost, but unable to refuse.
The boys in the room rubbed their jock strap enclosed dicks and called Michael disgusting names. Some of the boys now had their huge cocks out in the open and were masturbating them. The room stank
of macho male testosterone. Michael made a sick face as he swallowed the piss, and that only pleased the boys more. The piss washed the pre-cum that had coated the inside of his mouth, down
into his tummy. He suddenly wanted his mother…he wanted his mommy. Like a little boy, he wanted the security of his mom.


Dr. Brass loved few things more than to see a well-built teenage kid reduced to a crying little boy. The unmanning of a boy on the cusp of full adult maleness totally
turned him on. In fact, the last boy he had worked with in this way had had a total nervous breakdown, and was now housed in a special private clinic, where they kept him in diapers and a
baby bonnet. That kid’s name was Teddy, and he had been destroyed by tormenting him about his tiny dick. Michael’s cock was too big to totally wreck him that way, but still, it was not match
for the cocks of the star athletes of the high school, so they could have fun with him that way.


“Just relax, Faggot and keep drinking. Drain the cup of the piss. Just relax.” Dr. Brass lowered one hand and encircled Michaels flaccid teenage dick. He began to gently
frig the cock, his hand sliding gently back and forth from the dickhead to the root. The boy’s nice big balls rose and fell with the pumping. There must have been something in the pills they had
given him, because his cock became hard almost at once, in spite of the shame he felt. The teenage pecker stood out, the head full and pink and swollen, as young cock so often is. Young cock often
looks so aroused that you think it might explode. Michael grunted as he drained the cup of piss. The feeling in his groin was amazing. But not here. Not in front of all the guys in his class.


He stood there like a grotesque Greek statue, naked with a hard on, arm extended, holding out the empty plastic cup. The look on his cute young face said, “I did what you
asked, now please, please let me go!” 


“Now notice several things, boys,” Dr. Brass lectured. “When the faggot drank his own piss, his faggot dick became hard.” Michael wanted to protest that it had been because
the Dr. had frigged it, but he couldn’t say anything. “Also notice that his girl nipples hardened up and the nipple tips are standing out. Some faggots when aroused produce nipples that stand out
one or two inches. They are good as handles to hold on to when fucking faggot pussy.” 


The guys laughed, but one boy raised his hand. “Dr. Isn’t it gay to fuck another dude?” 


The good doctor acknowledged the question. “Well asked, Winslow, but you have to remember that a faggot is not really another dude. Yes, It might be considered gay if
you were to fuck, say, Collins here, although it might also just be two healthy straight boys horsing around, but still, it is not at all gay to fuck a faggot. It is not gay to use a faggot in any
way you want to. Faggots exist to serve Alpha males. If you like, you make take out your frustration with daily life on them. You may beat the shit out of them. You may even torture them if it
turns you on. You must never feel guilty using a faggot in any way that please you. Another high school in this very area has several faggots who serve the varsity sports teams. The boys there have
not used the urinals to piss in months. They use the faggots’ mouths. Fucking a faggot ass is simply finding a new and fun way to dump your load, of relieving your tensions. How great to get a good
cocksucking from a faggot between classes.”


“And we can use Michael that way?” the same boy asked.


“That’s why I am presenting him to you. When I discovered he was a faggot, I thought, how great for the senior boys at his school. Only, you should not call him Michael anymore,
except perhaps in class. Other times, even in front of the girls in the school, just call him Faggot.”


Michael shook his head, piss dripping from his lips. “No! No, you can’t do this to me. It’s not fair! You can’t…” Dr. Brass slapped the boy hard, leaving
a hand print on the soft cheek. The boys in the room cheered. Michael began to cry harder, tears dripping from his handsome jaw.


“YOU SHUT YOUR FILTHY MOUTH, YOU DIRTY USELESS FAGGOT!” Dr. Brass knew how to handle boys. He knew how to control and demean them.


“Hey, Doc, I gotta’ take a wicked leak myself,” Collins said, displaying his huge dick to the whole room. “Do you suppose the faggot would drink my piss?”


“There is no suppose about it, Collins. You don’t ask a faggot, you simply order a faggot. Here’s the cup.” 


Collins held up his large jock hand. “Doc, maybe I don’t need the cup. Maybe I can just piss right in the urinal!” He pointed at Michael.


“Excellent idea. Now you boys are getting the hang of it.”


“NO! NOOOOOOOO! “ Michael sobbed and fell to his knees, his legs giving out. He buried his young face In his hands.


Collins walked to the front of the room, next to the doctor and Michael. His huge dick hung heavy and half hard with the need to piss. “Open up, Piss Trough!” he said,
grinning, trying to show off in front of the other boys. Throughout the room, teen dicks oozed pre-cum.


Dr. Brass slapped Michael on the back of the head. “You heard the man, open your fucking faggot mouth!”


Standing over him with his fat dick hanging over the boy’s face, Collins barked, “Lift your head a little, and stick out your tongue.”The horny boys in the
room moved in to get a better look at the action.


The doctor reached down and grabbed one of Michael’s already painfully sore nipples and twisted it. “You heard the man, stick out your ball licker!”Michael
helpless to fight back, obeyed. Collins, high school sports hero, actually rested his huge dickhead right on the submissive boy’s tongue. Michael felt the weight of the prick head on his
tongue. He stared into the jock’s hairy crotch and loins.


The boys standing behind Collins saw his muscular meaty ass globes clench, and then the first dribbles of piss came out of his large pisshole. He looked down to
watch them course their way down the submissive faggot’s tongue into his mouth. “Holy fuck, this is cool!” he said to the other boys in the room. The river of piss going into Michael’s
gullet grew stronger.


Collins eased more dick onto the boy’s tongue, entering the kid’s mouth now. It was the first time poor young Michael ever had a dick in his mouth. Oh, God! He didn’t want a cock in his
mouth. He didn’t want to be a faggot! They were making him be a faggot. He brought up his hands to protest.


“Keep your fucking filthy faggot hands down, you piss drinking cumhole!” the Doctor shouted knowing he was gaining huge points with the boys. 


Michael drew his tongue back into his mouth, and with it the fat cock. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help it. Now he felt the girth of the pecker, how meaty and thick
Collin’s dick actually was. He smelled cock and ball sweat as well as piss. The piss stream grew so great that Michael began to gag. Collins grabbed the kid’s head and fed him more and
more dick. He pushed Michael’s face into his hairy grown, the boy’s chin mashed into the large loose ball sack.


The half-hard pissing dick was now half way down the boy’s throat. Michael choked, as the piss splashed directly down into him. And the fucking dick was growing while the jock pissed. He was
getting erect from the amazing feeling of a mouth on his fuckmeat. The doctor moved around behind Michael and pinned the boy’s arms back so he could not fight off the cock onslaught. The
force of the piss stream kept growing stronger and stronger. The force of it actually hurt Michael.Then suddenly, Collins stepped back, withdrew his now still growing over eight-inch
dick from the faggot’s mouth and continued to piss, but right in the boy’s face.


The doctor jumped back to get out of the way of the torrent.


Michael was a fucking mess. Snot and piss ran from his nose. Piss bubbled up and out of his mouth, running in a stream off his chin and down his chest. Collins
fingered his fucker and pissed directly into the crying boy’s eyes. The piss stung Michael and he fell back onto the floor, knocking over the chair on which he had earlier been standing. The
muscular masculine form of Collins straddled him, as the jock pissed down onto Michaels face and chest.


“If you are going to be the school piss drinker and full time urinal, Michael, you’re going to have to learn not to make such a mess,” the laughing doctor observed. Many of
the boys in the room were masturbating now with full force. You could hear the hands pumping the swollen dicks, and the squishing of dick skin moving back and forth.


The doctor suddenly looked up in alarm. “Oh, please don’t cum yet, boys, we’ve still got a long way to go with the faggot! Try to hold off for a bit!”


The jocks let go of their pulsing throbbing pricks, some of them rising up to slap bellies, some handing heavy and other standing straight out, leaking strings of pre-fuck.
There were groans of sexual frustration throughout the locker room. A few of the boys actually rose up on their strong young toes to try to quell the need to blast a load of fuck. There is
nothing quite so erotic in the world as the sight of a boy in fuck need. The doctor has kept some of the boys with whom he has worked on edge for two, three, or even four months without release.
And when I say on edge, I mean he has the boys masturbated forty-five minutes out of each hour, all day long, every day, without letting them cum. The boys are driven to become blithering idiots,
some of them having such severe nervous breakdowns, they never recover. Who knows, this might be Michael’s future.


At long last, Collins finished pissing and stepped back, shaking the last few drops of urine from his huge dickhead. His cock was not almost totally erect, standing at a
proud ten inches.


Michael lay on the floor, his arms and legs akimbo, like a broken puppet. He coughed and piss bubbled from his mouth. His eyes stung terribly from the ordeal. Burning piss in the eyes can be
terrible. Even his hearing was distorted from getting jock piss in his ears. He was a fucking eighteen-year old waste of a kid. But little did he know that his ordeal had barely begun.


The Doctor picked up the turned over chair and placed a second about three feet away from it. “All right, Faggot, get up and pull yourself together and get up on these chairs,
one food on each chair, back to your audience.”He grabbed Michael under one sweaty and piss soaked armpit and dragged the kid to his feet. Collins assisted. They shoved a
disoriented Michael over to the chairs and ordered him to climb up onto them. He stood there back to the boys in the room, his legs spread over three feet apart, trying to retain his
balance. Some of the boys laughed and pointed out that it was funny how piss dripped from his loose hanging teenage ball sack. Michael tried to spit the taste of piss out of his mouth, but it was
impossible. For his efforts, the doctor slapped him hard on his right asscheek.


“Careful, Faggot, bad boys get spanked on their smooth teenage boy asses.”


“I’d like to take my belt to that ass!” Ortega yelled, pumping his thick foreskined Latino dick.


The doctor smiled. “All in good time, my boy, all in good time. But now it is time for us to explore the hidden wonders of the faggot pussy!Please reach back
with your hands, Michael and spread your ass cheeks for us, would you?” 

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The subject of petticoat punishment, when naughty boys are dressed as
girls as a punishment, strikes a chord with me, because it brings back to me
what I can only describe as the petticoat punishment I had to endure when I
was at primary school in England during the 1950's. From time to time I have
heard this form of punishment referred to as 'cruel and unusual' in the
United States, and is, I believe, illegal there today. What a pity. The term
'cruel and unusual punishment' is a concept that only seems to exist in the
United States, and frankly, one that we in England regard as oversensitive.
Yet another difference between our two cultures I suppose.
Humiliation amongst one's peers as a robust form of punishment was widely
used and approved of in the United Kingdom when I was at primary school, as
a salutary (and in my case) most effective method of bringing naughty
children into line with no deleterious side effects whatsoever. And
certainly less physically painful than the cane on the backside for boys, or
a tawse (a Scottish strap) smartly applied on the outstretched hand for
girls.
However, my school's headmistress, Miss Wareham, was vehemently opposed
to corporal punishment, and forbade its use. That may sound lenient, but her
alternative was to any boy far worse than a short sharp application of the
cane on his backside. Miss Wareham preferred humiliation as a punishment,
and a list of her inventive penalties for misbehaviour were pinned up on
every notice board so that there could be no plea of ignorance if you were
caught committing some misdemeanour or other. As I recollect, the list of
penalties went something like this:
Talking or being disruptive in class : The culprit had a baby's dummy
stuck in their mouth, and had to keep it there for the rest of the lesson.
Bullying or impertinence to a teacher : Girls had to wear a baby's
bonnet for a day. Boys had two bows of hair ribbon tied in their hair for a
day.
Swearing : Being a fairly strict Catholic school, swearing was
regarded as blasphemy, and the ultimate sin. It therefore earned you the
severest of punishments, and one that we dreaded. If we swore, the
headmistress used to contact our parents to obtain their approval to apply
it. Unfortunately for us, our parents (including my mother) almost always
approved.
And the punishment? Girls had to spent an entire day wearing a baby frock
and bonnet with appropriately babyish white ankle socks and a pair of black
patent strap shoes. A range of various made to measure size baby dresses
were kept for the purpose. Boys had to spend the day wearing the girl's
school uniform with ribbons tied in their hair.
What made it even worse was that the humiliating outfit was delivered to
our home the day before, so that our mothers would dress us in our
punishment dress first thing in the morning, make us go to school in it, and
ensure that we kept it on until bedtime at the end of the day. The outfit
was then collected the following morning.
I earned a dose of this most unpalatable experience one morning as a
result of taking the Lord's name in vain. It was silly of me really, and in
a way I more or less deserved it, if only because of my sheer stupidity. I'd
been giggling as I read a comic under my desk during class. Suddenly our
teacher Miss Markham stopped in mid sentence, and strode up to me. She told
me to hand over the comic, and as I did so, she said 'Very well Jimmy, it's
the dummy for you.' That's when I made my fatal mistake. I unthinkingly
swore, and at that she became furious. She looked at me and said 'How
dare you swear at me! It seems that something considerably more salutary
is required I think. I'm reporting this to Miss Wareham with the
recommendation that she applies the severest of punishments. And I think you
know what that is. She will inform your mother of her decision
tomorrow. That is all for now.'
She walked briskly back to the front of the class and continued with the
lesson, while I trembled in trepidation at the thought of having to undergo
what any boy would regard as the ultimate humiliation. Several of the girls
looked at me and tittered, as they relished the thought of me being dressed
as one of them for the day, and I blushed crimson.
True to her word, Miss Markham reported me to the headmistress Miss
Wareham, and I was duly summoned to her office at l
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