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Jimmy's Humiliation
by Ponyboy G (ponyboy_g@yahoo.com)

***

Jimmy gets caught skipping school and masturbating too. 
His parent's decide to teach him a lesson. (Mm, inc, 
nc, v, mast)

***

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 Christmases 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 his Dad 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 muther-
fucker." 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," his dad responded, laughing. "This is 
going to be a good show." Jimmy walked down the steps, 
his hard-on 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 the 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 hard-on 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. 

"Grab your ankles, PONYBOY!" he dad yelled. Jimmy 
spread his legs a little, and bent over to hold his own 
feet. What a humiliating position for a kid to be in. 
Looking up at his own bag, hanging down in his face. 
Through his legs he could see his kid brother sitting 
on the steps, eating candy and grinning. 

His dad took off his belt and cracked it twice. Winding 
up he hit the kid's upturned ass, CRACK! Jimmy almost 
fell forward, but he knew that keeping his balance was 
vital. If he fell, his dad would spank him on his back 
and that was much worse. CRACK. CRACK.CRACK. 3 in a 
row. 

"OWWWW!" he whimpered. "Please dad... honest... I'm 
sorry..." he begged. 

His dad was not listening. 

CRACK! 

CRACK! 

CRACK!! 

Three more in a row. 

This was just the beginning. Jimmy's young ass was 
already turning red. "Whoa, look at that glow," his dad 
commented. "Hey Matt, is it red enough?" he yelled up 
the stairs. "No way dad!" 

Matt yelled back. "Whip him good!" 

"Get on the weight bench Donkey Dong!" his dad ordered. 

Jimmy rose and stumbled to the bench. The ugly hardon 
was now half soft and hung fat and exposed between his 
legs. Along with his pink wrinkled hole. "Get that 
thing hard again, BOY!" his dad barked. "What?" Jimmy 
asked. "You WANT me to play with it?" he asked 
incredulously, laying back on the weight bench. "Boy, 
you are SO FUCKIN STUPID... why do we even send you to 
school?" his dad answered. 

Jimmy fumbled with his meat, peeling the foreskin back 
and rubbing the red head. Precum made the head shiny 
and embarrassed the young jock. He soon had his rhythm 
back and was bucking his hips, beating his cock in 
front of his dad and brother. Using both his hands to 
massage the shaft, Jimmy had never reached this level 
of embarrassment, this was TOO MUCH! 

"Stop it, you stupid shit! Let go of that garbage 
hose!" his dad yelled. "Legs over your head." He 
demanded and Jimmy complied. This was the worst 
position to be in because his nuts fell through his 
legs and onto the bench. "Get that ugly bag out of my 
way!" he barked. Jimmy reached between his legs and 
lifted the heavy balls onto his own dong. This was a 
matter of protection for his privates, the last time 
his dad spanked him in this position, the old man had 
accidentally hit his bag and they swelled up like a 
grapefruit. 

His dad dropped the belt and rubbed his hands together, 
warming them up. He swung back and his boy's ass. 

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!! 

His large hairy hands fell onto the boy's smooth butt. 
Causing red handprints to form on top of the red belt 
welts. 

"OWWWW! Please STOP! You're killing me!" he pleaded. 

"No way kiddo, if you're going to play with yourself, 
you are going to pay!" the large man barked. 

Jimmy's ass was a mass of welts and handprints and his 
face was streamed with tears. Jimmy cries had risen to 
the point of loud sobs. "DADDDDDDDYYYYYYY!" he begged. 

The old man was pounding away at the young ass, moving 
the young jock up to the head of the weight bench. He 
was like a machine, his arm swinging back and forth and 
his hand landing on the muscular round ass, turning it 
from pink to red and then to maroon. After about, what 
felt like 40 whacks, his dad was finished. 

"Get up DONKEY DONG!" his dad, yelled. Jimmy could 
barely stand; he wobbled onto his feet and stood naked 
before his father, rubbing his ass gently causing his 
fat thick cock to sway. He no longer cared about being 
bare-assed, nothing was worse than what he had just 
experienced. "Go upstairs and apologize to your mother, 
tell her what you were doing in your room, what you 
were thinking about and what we did down here." 

His father grabbed the young pony dong and walked him 
upstairs pulling the boy by his penis. His brother Matt 
followed behind laughing at his butt naked brother and 
whacking the whipped ass with a GI Joe. 

"Mom, I am sorry." He said to his drunken mother, still 
sitting in the chair. "I was in my room masturbating my 
penis" his face was beet red and tear stained. "And I 
was thinking about having sex with a girl…about fucking 
her hard" he finished. He looked down at his crotch and 
noticed that his dong was beginning to thicken again. 
Oh, no, he thought to himself. This was going to cost 
him BIG TIME. 

His mom reached out and grabbed the young meat, 
fondling his foreskin and and staring at his testicles. 
"Frank, he has a horse cock," she commented, slurring 
the words. "But we should have had him circumcised" she 
added. Jimmy looked at ceiling and cringed. His father 
had mentioned this idea before, and he dreaded it. The 
thought of being "cut" at this age was too much to 
bear. 

He knew it would hurt and the healing would be 
impossible with his cock getting hard all the time. 
Plus the humiliation of a doctor and nurses staring at 
his naked body and altering it killed him. He was 17 
and didn't deserve this treatment. 

"That's a great idea hon," his father agreed. "I'll 
call the doctor tomorrow." The old man sat in a chair 
and Matt sat on the floor next to him, grinning. "But 
for now, the boy has a chore to finish." He pulled an 
old dirty handkerchief from his pants pocket and threw 
it onto the floor in the center of the cramped TV room. 

"PONYBOY, I want you to beat that thing like you were 
doing upstairs and I want you to shoot right here in 
front of your mom and brother," he chuckled and stared 
at the hung jock. "And I want you to aim for the snot 
rag, and if even 1 drop misses it there will be more 
hell to pay in the basement!" He finished. 
"Dad... Mom... please..." Jimmy pleaded for what was 
left of his dignity. 
"Do it DONKEY DONG" his brother yelled, causing his dad 
to laugh and high five Matt. 

Jimmy started to fondle his young exposed dick, peeling 
back the foreskin and letting the precum flow onto the 
rag. His muscles strained to pleasure himself, his pecs 
and abs flexed as he rubbed his testicles. Trying to 
forget about the presence of his folks, he continued to 
play with the growing young cock, using his own jizz as 
lube. His mom sat laughing and his brother stared in 
awe as the, now 10 inch, cock stood up. He rolled his 
testicles between his fingers and milked the shaft, 
moaning unconsciously aloud, building to a climax. 

He looked down at his exposed nakedness and rubbed his 
hand across his beet red, beaten ass, pumping his cum 
hose freely and feeling that he would cum any moment. 
This act would forever change his life at home. His mom 
would now have seen her oldest son ejaculate and this 
would probably happen again and again. 
The humiliation was too much to bear and as he cried he 
began to shoot loads of young dick-juice onto the dirty 
rag. His dick twitched on its own, and he pumped cum 
without even touching himself. 

The spooge missed the rag, shooting over it by 4 feet 
and again landing on his dad. This time the spunk was 
hitting his dad's pantleg. His dad growled under his 
breath. 

This was going to cost him again. 

"Get downstairs, PONYBOY" his mom yelled, smiling. She 
and the PTA women had a plan of their own. 

The End 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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