THE HUMILIATION OF JIMMY PART 1
Jimmy Hawkins had missed the bus again. No matter how hard he tried to get his
books, say goodbye to his friends and run for the bus, he was late. It was as if
the driver enjoyed knowing that he had to walk 2 miles in the cold back to his
house. His only jacket was thin and it was a gift from 2 Chistmases ago and no
longer fit too good in the shoulders, making the sleeves too short and it
embarrassing to wear. His jeans were from the Salvation Army and were also too
small, he got those for his birthday last year, with the $1.99 price tag still
on them. His folks had promised him a party and nice presents, but they went out
to dinner without him that night, as he had forgotten to dust his brother's room
that day. His little bro, Matthew, had given him a cupcake with a candle in it
and Jimmy hungrily ate it up. Maybe he was wanted here? The dumb fuck never knew
that Matt and his buddies had mixed up some nice teencum & dog piss and injected
it into the filling.
Now he had the long chore of hiking back to his house. Past the rows of nice new
homes with green lawns and fancy cars in the garages, then onto the large
established houses in the "old money" part of town where real pretty girls sat
on the porches in summer and giggled while he mowed their yards. Someday he knew
that he would live here, in a big house with a beautiful wife and some kids and
a fancy car, and he would laugh at the tan, sweating, shirtless punk who had to
slave in the boiling sun, cutting grass for a few bucks. He would be in college
soon, just as soon as his folks had filled out his scholarship forms.
But for now he had to get home fast. He had chores to do around the house before
his dad came home and he still had to lift weights before supper. After supper,
his father would probably have another list of projects for him to do that would
take him right up to bedtime. There was no TV for him most nights, as his dad
kept him really busy. When his friends would talk about what programs or movies
they had seen the night before, he couldn't add anything, because television was
a privilege that Jimmy rarely earned. He hated having to listen to his family
laughing from the living room, while he worked his weight training in the
basement. He remembered coming upstairs and trying to be casual saying "What's
on??" and his father getting up from his chair, grabbing Jimmy by the hair and
taking him down to the basement and making him start the weights over...another
grueling 3 hours. When the night was over he was so exhausted that his dad had
to help carry him upstairs, take his clothes off him and put him in bed.
Passing the courts outside the YMCA his friends yelled to him to come and join
them for a quick game, but he knew better and declined. At 6' he was a natural
for basketball and the guys always liked him on their team and the girls liked
to watch when they would play shirts-n-skins so they could see Jimmy half-naked,
tall and tan, smooth and muscular. But, the last time he had stopped for a game,
All hell broke loose. His dad was pissed and beat him till his ass was so red
and sore he had to stand for dinner, and the next day during football physicals
he was the laughing stock of the locker room.
Even the doctor chuckled and rubbed his little stripped ass.
Finally at his house, Jimmy bounded the steps and pushed open the door. His mom
was sitting in front of the television having a drink, and from the looks of the
house that was all she had done all day. The place was a mess and Jimmy would
have to clean up fast.
"Your dad is gonna be late tonight" she said.
"Thank God", he mumbled back. Now he would have to time to do the chores and
lift. First off he had to change out of his clothes, damp from running home. He
went upstairs and peeled off the sweatshirt and Metallica T-shirt, then kicked
off his work boots and sox, standing in his tight jeans he looked in the mirror.
His shoulders were so broad and his lats were so wide that they formed a perfect
"V" to his 29" waist. It was too bad that his jeans were a 28" and too small all
over. He didn't own any underwear and if you looked closely you could see the
outline of his cock through his ill-fitting pants. The shaft and head went down
the right leg and his nads hung down the left. He had to save some money and buy
bigger jeans. These were his only pair that his dad bought for him, and the old
guy must have made a mistake and bought them too small.
He looked closely at his abdominal muscles, tight and in a perfect six pack; his
little belly button was completely flat to his stomach. But still no hair going
down into his waistband, though. All of his friends had begun to sprout hair on
their chests and abs, but not Jimmy. He was destined to be smooth, almost all
over. He hated that! In the showers at the YMCA, his old man had laughed at him
for not having much hair, and since then, hadn't let up. Even to the point of
examining his testicles in Jimmy's bathroom.
"Put your foot on the sink, boy" he had barked. A naked Jimmy had complied. He
felt the cool air hitting his privates and his balls swung forward.
"Now get that ugly hose outta my way" he then demanded. Jimmy lifted his long
uncut penis up and out of his father's view. The old man grabbed his sack and
pulled it close for examination, his hands still dirty from work, getting grease
on his son's bag. Man, that was embarrassing. His dad rolling his oversized nads
between his fingers, laughing at them because they were too big and too smooth.
Thanks God that hadn't happened in awhile. He tried to stay dressed when his dad
was home, so he wouldn't have to be strip and be "examined" again.
Now, he pulled down his jeans and stood naked before the mirror. He looked
great! Better than any model or actor. His friends said that he resembled Matt
Damon, with his blond hair over one eye and a killer smile. But Jimmy was built
a lot better and not nearly a homo like Damon was. He ran his hands over his
tan, smooth chest and down to his fat uncut penis hanging between his legs. His
balls were so full and oversized that his cock just kinda lay on top of them
jutting forward for the world to see. He didn't dare start playing with it. He
would come way too soon, as it had been several weeks since he had ejaculated.
His dad wouldn't allow him to masturbate, and the coach didn't like the boys on
the team cumming during season.
By now it was too late. His dick was standing straight up yanking his big nads
forward. Man, he had a big one! The last time he measured it, it was already 9
inches. A nine incher sticking out of a body with a 29" waist was pretty
embarrassing, because it was too big for his frame. When he was being punished,
his father would always make fun of it, laughing at it and yanking on it,
hurting and humiliating his poor naked son to the point of tears. He rolled his
little nipples between his fingers and felt a surge of precum leak out of the
big dong. He closed his eyes and started rubbing the cock head, peeling back the
long foreskin. His hips started to pump forward and his cock grew to almost 10
inches. Another glob of precum fell out of his cock and hit the floor.
He really didn't want to cum. He knew better. His dad would know by looking at
Jimmy's testicles, that they had been emptied and drained. That he had been
playing with himself. And for that he would be punished. He took his hands off
the big cock and looked into the mirror. His meat was standing up and out, with
its round head exposed and purple. A small puddle of precum had formed on the
floor, white and thick and would need cleaned up before it stained. Poor Jimmy
didn't even hear the door open....
"What the fuck are you doing BOY????" he father screamed.
"DON'T COME IN DAD!!!!" he yelled back, trying to grope for his jeans and cover
his cock. He stepped, barefoot, into the puddle of cold jizz and it stuck to his
foot.
It was too late, and his big father was in the room. Blocking the open door with
his frame. Jimmy's little brother Matt was behind his dad watching and
snickering. The little fuck had done him in!
"I told you he was up here playing with it, dad" Matt said. The punk had ratted
out his brother again. Not the first time and not the last.
"Good job Matt", his dad replied. "Now go downstairs and tell your mother what
happened and that Jimmy won't be having dinner with us tonight.
Jimmy's dad didn't even bother to shut the door, leaving the naked boy exposed
to the world. It didn't matter anymore; his mom had seen him naked before during
whippings and Matt showered with him every morning. But with a huge bone jutting
out of his small hips, this was too humiliating.
"I'm sorry dad!!!" he begged. Holding his hands in front of him, thinking his
cock was covered. However, the head and shaft were too long and stood above his
crossed hands. And the tool kept leaking, cum running over his hands.
"I told your mom I would be home early, but I didn't expect this! You dumb shit,
you know you aren't allowed to touch it!" the big man barked.
"Move your fuckin hands BOY" he demanded and Jimmy did as he was told. The dong
fell free and twitched on its own, spewing some precum at his dad. The white
glob landed on the man's shoe.
"Parade rest!" he yelled and Jimmy's hands went behind his back. A perfect
little naked soldier. His dad surveyed his oldest boy. Broad shouldered, large
pecs tan and smooth... strong legs, round little muscle ass sticking out. The
ass looked better with red stripes, though. His little waist and that big, dumb
tool sticking out of him! He hadn't seen such a stupid looking dick since a
horse he had seen at the track had a hardon! He would tell Jimmy this fact
later!
"Dad, I am sorry,,,I know you hate this, but I had to!" he pleaded. "Look, I
will never do it again! Only cold showers! I promise!"
"No dice, DONKEY DONG!" his dad shot back.
Jimmy cringed. He hated that nickname. His father called him that only when a
serious whipping would happen. This one was going to be real serious! His fuckin
drunkin mother had sold him out, lying about his dad's arrival time. Then his
brother had done him in by telling the nasty old man that he was upstairs
playing with himself. Shit, he only did it once a month; some dudes at school
did it 5 times a day! He heard stories from other kids in the locker room, the
only with the long hanging withered balls, beating off ALL the time. His own
were so full they stuck out through his jeans, embarrassing him as he walked,
and they kept his big cock erect almost round the clock.
"Get down to the basement" his dad, yelled.
"Can I get dressed?" Jimmy asked.
"Hell no, you like being naked so much, MARCH!!! And put your hands on top of
your head, you dumb mutherfucker." his dad shouted.
Jimmy walked out of the room, more humiliated than ever. His fat dong bobbed in
front of him up and down, with a string of precum hanging off the big purple
head. Tears began streaming down his face and his blond hair fell into his eyes.
"Please SIR" he begged. "Don't make me do this, dad" he pleaded.
"MARCH and shut the fuck up, no one in this house wants to hear you." he dad
responded, laughing. "This is going to be a good show."
Jimmy walked down the steps, his hardon banging against his abs with an audible
thud, and his oversized testicles swinging in front of him. His mom looked over
her shoulder and took a big gulp of he bourbon and Coke. "Whoa, when did he grow
up, Frank?" she asked her husband.
"Just because he has that big ugly hose hanging down, doesn't mean he's grown
up!" his dad replied. He put his hand on his boy's shoulders holding him in
place in naked in front of his mom. Jimmy could hear Matt snickering and staring
at his grown up brother's horse cock, exposed in front of his entire family.
"Make those mule balls SWING!" his Dad added.
"Mom, please..." he pleaded. She took another gulp and batted the kid's hardon
with the back of her hand, causing another string of young precum to leak out of
the boner and down the shaft. "GROSSS," she shouted...."Can't you control that
garbage hose?" She broke out into laughter as his dad forced him into the
kitchen and down the steps. She spilled some of her drink and began wiping the
mess up with Jimmy's college scholarship application papers. Tossing the booze
soaked pile in the trash. He wouldn't be going.
More banging as his dong whacked against his stomach, he secretly prayed it
would go soft. But he knew it wouldn't, not until he found release.
