Taught a Humiliating Lesson

By Gay Man

Published on Feb 4, 2012

Gay

Disclaimer: This is a story of erotic fiction and meant for adult readers eighteen years old or older. All rights reserved. No part of the story can be reproduced in any form without the permission of the author.

Taught A Humiliating Lesson Part 3: Mr. Simm's Bad Road Trip By Thomas Sinclair

Mr. Simm can't believe all of this has happened to him in one day. It started off so well... when he woke up this morning he was a perfectly normal, happy man, had a girlfriend he figured he would marry someday, a loving family, a good job teaching in a conservative but respected school, good looking, good shape... he had everything going for him.

By 1pm he was full from lunch... looking forward to the weekend.

By 2pm he had been arrested by a slave cop and former pupil Officer Sanchez... he was stripped and stood stark naked, erect in front of his class, now a lowly soon to be official slave being humiliated by his nemesis and current student Taylor,

By 4om he had lost all his dignity... was spanked in front of students and faculty, forced to lick his cum off the floor, paraded in public naked, played a basketball game naked with Morris a former colleague, forced to bathe Morris in the showers and now... after all of this... hand cuffed, collared and leashed like a dog... he is being led to a slave cop car and the process of his enslavement will begin...

But Taylor, his former student that hates him with a passion is waiting at the car sporting a devilish grin.

Taylor "Hey man. I was worried I missed you."

Sanchez "No. We had a little fun in the gym. But gotta get going."

Simm stands there... head down. He looks at his dirty naked feet on the parking lot ground. He hears them talking.

Taylor "Listen... we got a big party going on tonight. Why don't you come back when you're done with that asshole and have some fun."

Sanchez "That's cool bro... but I gotta bring him in. And once I do I'm stuck with all the paper work and processing. His trial's tomorrow."

"You guys move fast. When do you have to have him back?"

Sanchez "Officially I have till 6am."

Taylor "Ok dude... then you come to the party... bring this jerk along... we can have so much fun with him... he can help us clean the place... serve us... be our bitch then you have him back by morning."

Sanchez misses college, the parties and hanging out. Even since he's been a slave cop he does his work, which he loves, then chills at night at home usually alone... now and then hangs with some cop buddies, a monthly poker game, watches a lot of sports but doesn't have the bonds he had when he was in college.

Sanchez "I really miss it dude. OK bro... sounds like a plan."

They both bump fists.

"What time's this thing start?

Taylor "ten but bring him around eight if you can to do some work."

Taylor gets in Simm's face. "Real work... none of this fancy professor crap... ever clean toilets? Wipe floors. I need laundry done. Can't wait for you to sniff my boxers."

Simm looks at Taylor in the face. He gives Taylor an angry stare. Simm can't take much more but Taylor knows he has no choice.

Taylor "Nice. You're about to break and I can't wait to see it."

Taylor squeezes Simm's nipple hard as a quick joke. Taylor grimaces. But it turns out... that's Simm's secret fetish that only his girlfriend knows about. His nipples are super sensitive and get him hard really fast. Taylor notices Simm's dick enlarging immediately.

"Holy shit man. Look at that. He's hard wired. That's fucking classic."

The whole time Simm just wants to crawl inside a hole and disappear.

He can't believe he's gonna be taken naked to one of Taylor's frat parties. Part of Simm always wanted to experience the frat scene but he was too shy. Never a party guy. He was the type that stayed at home reading or hanging with a few friends but very low key. He didn't like the noise and the attention... and now he's gonna be paraded naked and used and the center of attention for everyone. What a nightmare.

Sanchez checks his watch. "I gotta go. Some more work to do. We'll be back."

Sanchez yanks on his leash and Simm lunges forward and tries to keep up. Simm's dick, still hard bounces. He looks ridiculous. Luckily no one's here in the parking lot.

"Come on boy."

Sanchez leads Simm to his Patrol Car then shoves Simm in the back. His dick, standing straight out smacks the car door hard. It fucking hurts a lot.

"Ow"

Sanchez slaps him in the head "Shut the fuck up."

He puts Simm in the back ties the leash to a bar inside then shuts the door.

At least Simm is finally not exposed to everyone. The fact that he's nude in the back of a slave cop car actually makes him feel private and secure. This just shows how much dignity and privacy he's lost.

Sanchez drives off. A metal grating separates the front and back. But Sanchez never acknowledges Simm or says a word... Simm has no idea where he's going.

About twenty minutes later, Sanchez drives down a street that's familiar to Simm. He recognizes these places. Spots where he would eat and shop and walk a s a free man. The supermarket. The restaurant he took his girlfriend to all the time.

We're in his neighborhood.

As they drive passed these familiar places he gets more and more depressed knowing he can't go to any of them anymore. He's not normal.

Then he realizes he's being taken to his apartment.

Sanchez parks in front of the small apartment building Simm's lived in for the last few years. Simm likes it. Good neighbors for the most part. Friendly quiet street.

He doesn't want to get out and be exposed in front of people he's known for years. His only hope is everyone is still at work. However it's just a little before 6. People will be coming home soon. The timing couldn't be worse.

Simm's praying Sanchez doesn't take him out of the car but he does. He opens the door and grabs Simm's leash and yanks.

"Come on boy."

Simm gets out and stumbles and falls on the grass with his hands still cuffed behind him.

"Jesus you really are an idiot aren't you?"

He can't stand the fact that these people who are clearly dumber than him have this freedom to insult him and he can do nothing about it.

But Simm still gets up and follows Sanchez.

As he looks at the building, he immediately sees a skateboard at the front door. It belongs to Raymond the managers kid. He's 15 and used to be sweet when Simm moved in but in the last 2 years has become a typical teen jerk and troublemaker.

They've had a few unpleasant encounters recently and Simm is terrified he's gonna run into him.

He walks barefoot and naked up the path. It's so surreal. Even though he's been nude in public all day... up until this point it's just been on campus. Being out naked in the real world is just a little bit worse.

The feeling of walking naked up the outside steps is a strange one. Every step is almost dizzying.

What makes it more odd is this is the time of day he'd normally be coming home. Dressed in clothes. With his briefcase or backpack. Sometimes carrying a snack he got from the bakery down the street. But here... he's got nothing.

As they enter the lobby, they immediately run into his neighbor Chris. Him and Chris would pleasantly chat when they saw each other. Now and then borrow something. Play poker together. Not very close... but friendly.

Chris is in his mid 20's, dark long straight hair that covers his eyes. He's a mechanic and a tough young straight guy. Good and honest. When Chris sees Simm he just laughs.

"Wow dude. What the fuck did you do?"

Sanchez waits at the elevator as Chris grabs his mail from the box. The doors opens and Sanchez and Simm get in.

Chris "Hold that."

Sanchez holds the door as Chris gets in.

"Thanks man."

He presses 3 then turns to Simm smiling. He just looks at his naked body. His dirty feet. His long dick.

"I'd be so fucking embarrassed right now. I never even got naked in gym class" He laughs again. He doesn't intend to be mean. It's just a matter of fact for him.

Chris looks to Sanchez. "What he do?"

Sanchez "Treason."

Chris "Shit! You're screwed man. Where'd you pick him up? Looks like he's been through hell."

"Got him while he was teaching his class."

Chris can't help but laugh. "Holy shit man. That had to be a sight. I had some teachers in school I always prayed would be taken in front of the class. The class must have been going crazy."

Sanchez "Check out youtube. It's gonna be everywhere."

Chris to Simm "Sorry man. I guess you're not coming to the game this weekend."

Sanchez "What game?"

Chris "We do poker once a month. He's not the best player but he's got the poker chips. I noticed your movers out front. You know he's not gonna be needing them. You think I can I grab them?"

Sanchez "They get taken to the auction house then sold. But you know what... you can have it. I'm feeling generous today."

The elevator doors open and Simm's apartment is right there.

Simm's worried his girlfriend Sarah might be there. He figures if she heard what happened and she must have by now... she would run over to look for him. She's there at his place half the time anyway.

He doesn't want her to see him like this.

But when they walk in there's no sign of her... instead the place is half empty. Lots of stuff in moving boxes and 2 burly moving men are packing things up.

Just in his head he screams "FUCK!" But he keeps that all to himself. To everyone else he looks emotionless.

Chris goes right for the box of poker chips still on the floor. Sanchez takes the leash and ties it to the door knob.

Chris pats Simm on the chest.

"Thanks for the chips. I can't believe what you're gonna go through dude. My dad was a bailiff so I got to go see a lot of these trials. He said if they really wanted to make an example of someone they would just make it all worse. I saw grown men stripped naked in court in front of their families. Sometimes they shaved them completely right there. Balling like babies. Some got milked. Others got spanked. I guess I got used to it. Doesn't really phase me anymore. Though I never saw someone I know get dragged in. I haven't been to a trial in a while."

Sanchez "Trial's Tomorrow at 10"

Chris "I'm off. Maybe I'll drop by."

Simm hasn't thought much about the trial. He doesn't want anyone he knows there but he's starting to figure more and more are gonna be showing up.

Chris pats Simm on the back and walks away.

Then Sanchez yells out... "If you need another for poker I play and I'm free this weekend."

Chris "Yeah man... apt 307, Saturday 8pm."

Chris walks off.

Simm is in disbelief at hoe easily his life and his stuff can be boxed away and replaced.

Simm watches the movers take everything. One man has a pile of his sports jackets and pants and suits and he's taking them out of the apartment.

Another is packing up Simm's new TV.

The pictures on the walls are being removed.

One guy comes up to Sanchez laughing.

"You're gonna love this... We found his porn stash."

He shows Sanchez the porn dvds he found. One is about spanking. It was a gag gift from a friend bur Simm actually enjoyed it.

Sanchez... "Yeah... I knew he got off on this stuff.... check this out."

Sanchez squeezes Simm's left nipple and he instantly gets hard.

"It's like a light switch."

Both guys laugh.

Simm's girlfriend used to say the same thing.

He looks like a freak to these guys which is ironic because Simm was mostly boring vanilla. He only watched the spanking video a few times and when he did, he imagined himself being the one who was doing the spanking. Not the spankee. And his nipples are just what nature gave him. He never knew why they got him so hard. His girlfriend loved it though.

"I guess we're gonna have to find another form of punishment if he misbehaves."

Sanchez gives Simm a big spank on the ass with his leather glove covered hand. Whack! Then another. Simm's hard dick bounces like a teeter totter.

He's been aroused so many times today with no outlet to relieve himself... that he's going crazy. He's never felt this much sexual energy in his entire life. It's ironic its happening as his life is falling apart.

It's possible the pent up sexual frustration that's driving him nuts is also the only thing that's keeping him sane. Without it... he might just collapse.

Simm hears a light tapping on the open door behind him. He turns around and to his horror... it's Raymond.

Raymond is 15, lanky teen, scruffy dirty blonde hair, wearing jeans, tee shirt. Typical kid. Always angry.

The last time Simm talked to Raymond... Simm yelled at him. Said if he didn't straighten up he'd end up in prison or a slave. Ray didn't listen like usual.

But now the tables are turned.

Ray "Are you Sanchez?"

Sanchez "Yeah."

"I'm ray. My mom's the manager. She's working right now but she told me to talk to you."

Sanchez hands the kid some legal paperwork.

"Give her all this. She'll know what it is."

The whole time Ray completely ignores Simm.

Ray "How long do you think you're gonna be?"

Sanchez "Maybe another hour. Doesn't seem to be much left."

Simm stands there with his hard erect dick almost touching Ray's arm. He's afraid to move.

Ray "You know he has stuff stored in the back room. Some cool things. Don't want you to miss anything."

Simm was hoping they wouldn't find his storage spot. He's got a few precious items he wanted to keep. He's still not in the mind set that he will never own anything ever again.

Ray. "Let me show ya where it is".

As they start walking Ray finally looks at Simm and smiles.

"Can I lead him?"

Sanchez "Sure kid."

He hands Ray the leash but unexpectedly Ray instead grabs Simm's hard dick, squeezes and yanks his dick like it's the leash. Simm has no choice but to follow.

Sanchez laughs. "I like you kid".

Ray sadistically squeezes really hard. Simm is trying to keep up without falling or yanking his dick out of the kids hand. He knows that might be enough to get punished again.

As he yanks on Simm's dick, he's unintentionally jerking him off. Simm is pre-cumming like crazy and it's getting all over Ray's hand but the kid doesn't care. It's a sign of superiority.

What is normally something so personal... a man's semen... is now just a commodity that someone is going to own. And right now Ray owns Simm. Every time he squeezes hard it's Ray telling Simm "I Own You!."

Simm is really close to ejaculating and if he does it's going to get messy and he's definitely gonna get severely punished. He's trying to do everything not to cum.

They walk down the hallway and into the back of the building towards the outdoor garage. As they do, they pass the Harris's... a young married couple Simm was friends with. They're shocked. They didn't expect to see their neighbor John Simm naked, being led by his hard dick by the managers son and followed by a slave officer.

They keep moving. They don't want to get involved. All Simm can do is ignore them and concentrate on the job at hand... not falling and not cumming.

They reach the garage and Ray leads them to the back room with a lock. Ray squeezes his dick even harder. Simm is trying not to yell out in pain. The only good thing is it's keeping him from exploding with cum.

Finally Ray lets go and Simm catches his breath. This is so degrading. The kid wipes his hand on his paints then opens the door and points to a few items that belong to Simm... an old desk, a box of books, an old Victrola that belonged to his great grandfather.

Sanchez"Thanks kid. You've been a lot of help. Keep an eye on him. I'm gonna go tell the guys."

Ray "Sure."

Sanchez to Simm "Do what he says. I'll be right back."

Simm doesn't want to be left alone with this kid.

Ray takes out a cigarette and lights up. He examines Simm. As Simm stands there on display Ray gets real close. He checks out his pubes. Dick. Balls. He flicks his balls with his finger. It hurts.

He goes around and checks out Simm's ass. He gives it a smack.

The kid's not getting off on this on a sexual level... he's turned out by the power. The humiliation.

He gets into Simm's face and blows smoke all over him. Simm coughs. He knows Simm hates cigarette smoke. He was just yelling at Ray the other day to stop smoking near his window.

"Funny huh? Weren't you just warning me about becoming a slave. Fucking hysterical dude. I knew you were a loser. I wish I could afford to buy you."

For someone who before today was so well liked and respected... it's amazing how the monsters come out of the woodwork.

Ray grabs Simm's dick again and squeezes... "you are dying to cum aren't you?"

Simm says nothing.

I want you to nod yes or no. "You want to cum don't you?"

Simm hesitantly nods yes.

Ray strokes him some more.

"You want me to jerk you off don't you?"

Simm hates the idea but nods yes again.

Simm's sweating. His heart is pounding. He's not far from exploding. "Ask me."

Simm says nothing. He's just shaking.

"Ask me bitch."

Simm gives in "Can you jerk me off please?"

Ray stops. Lets go of his throbbing cock. Then smack Simm's face.

Ray "Well, that's not my fucking job pervert. Get on your knees asshole."

Simm catches his breath as his dick slowly throbs down. He's mentally exhausted. He struggles to get on the ground since he's still handcuffed. After a few moments he finally gets to his knees.

Ray "I want you to lick my sneakers."

Again this proves how sadistic people can become when they're given the chance. While this kid and Simm didn't get along before there was still this line you didn't cross, but once you're allowed to cross it... anything goes.

Raymond grabs Simm's hair and yanks his head down. "Come on boy. Do it."

He slaps Simm's head.

Simm can't figure out which one is worse... Taylor or Raymond.

Simm leans forward then falls face first into the concrete floor. His ass is sticking out. He moves to Ray's sneaker and rests his face on it for a moment. He can smell the dirty sneaker.

"Come on."

Ray sticks his tongue out and licks the sneaker.

"Lick it like a dog."

Simm has lost all dignity. He starts licking.

"That's a good boy."

This morning he was a normal guy and now he's naked in his garage licking the sneakers of this sadistic kid.

He starts licking the front. Then he licks the side of the sneakers. The rubber. The laces. The tongue.

He reaches the top of the sneaker and accidentally licks part of the kids ankle. His ankle is smooth but his legs are hairy. Obviously Simm has never licked another guy before. It was salty. That's all he could think of. Then he realizes he licked the ankle of this stupid kid. He stops out of shock.

"Keep licking slave. I didn't say stop"

Simm doesn't stop. He licks more of the kids ankle. And Simm's still rock hard. He doesn't know why. He's not gay. He's clearly aroused by this kid ordering him around. It's all that untapped sexual energy coursing through him.

Ray sees his hard on.

"You like that don't you. You know your place bitch."

Simm's heart is racing fast. He's delirious.

He's wondering how far will this kid take it.

Then the garage door opens and a car comes in and park. Ray does nothing to save Simm from this humiliation.

Simm is face down looking at the kids shoes. He can hear the car park nearby. The engine turn off. There's a silence for a moment then the sound of the car door opening and closing. Just one. He hears what sounds like a man's dress shoes walking toward him.

Simm's butt is face up and knows whomever that is can see his asshole.

"What's going on?"

Simm recognizes that voice. It's his next door neighbor Sam. He's 30 years old, works as an executive assistant for a real estate firm. Always dresses nice. Very opposite of Simm who was more the casual college look. But right now Sam out dresses him by a mile.

Ray "Slave cop wanted me to watch this guy until he got back. Was just having him clean my shoes."

"Is that really necessary? He's got to be humiliated enough as it is."

Simm finds it funny hearing his own words spoken by Sam. When he met Sam, he was more like Taylor and the others but over time got him to see the light about slavery. Simm doesn't want Sam to know it's him. But...

"OK slave get up."

Here it goes. Simm tries standing but he can't with his hands cuffed and starts to fall. Sam grabs his arm and helps him up. He's still seeing the backside of Simm. But as he helps him up and gets so close to him he turns him around and sees who it is.

"John? Oh my god. What happened?"

Simm feels free here to speak... at least until Sanchez comes back.

He's exhausted. Mentally drained. "They grabbed me this morning. It's been horrible. They stripped me in class. In front of all my student."

He's barely coherent. Simm is almost ready to cry.

Sam caresses Simm's bare shoulder. "Shhhhh... it's ok." Even though he knows it's really not. He just wants to make his friend feel better.

Sam looks down and sees his raging hardon. He doesn't know what to think. His dick is not only hard and wet with cum but has dirt and tiny gravel stuck to it from the garage floor.

"I'm sorry man. I'll do anything I can to help."

Ray "I don't think you're supposed to be talking."

Sam takes out a wetnap from his pocket. He rips it open then grabs Simm's dick and wipes it clean. Sam is not gay but he's proving to be a good friend. The first real sign of kindness Simm needs right now.

Sam wipes the shaft of his dick then the head, He cleans off the dirt and pebbles and cum. This feeling though gets Simm even harder. His dick pulsates with every heart beat.

Simm says quietly... "Thanks."

His dick is now at least clean.

Sam lets go and Simm's cock bounces back up towards his stomach. Sam walks over to the garbage and tosses the dirty wetnap it in.

He can barely look at his friend.

"I have to go. If you need anything.."

But Sam knows there's nothing he can do. He gives Simm a big hug. Then whispers in his ear. "Be strong my friend."

Sam let's go and leaves quickly through the door to the stairs and is gone. Sadly it's true... out of site out of mind. Sam wants to forget this as soon as possible.

Is that the last nice thing someone is going to do for him?

Sanchez comes back, grabs the leash.

"You have any trouble with him?"

Simm doesn't know if Raymond will rat him out about talking to Sam. "No. He was a good boy."

Sanchez "We gotta go."

Sanchez leads Simm through the garage and out the gate into the night.

A few minutes later Simm finds himself back in the slave car. He watches his neighborhood go by.

It's been about eight hours since Simm went to the bathroom and now he has an overwhelming urge to pee. He obviously can't do it without permission. He'll get severely punished and he's afraid to speak. But he does say something quietly...

Simm "I have to pee."

Sanchez "I'm going to remind you this just once. If you speak which is only in emergency situations you ask correctly."

Simm doesn't know what he said that was wrong. Then it hits him.

"I have to pee... SIR."

It's so humiliating for him to have to ask to pee and call this younger former student sir.

"What was that boy? I didn't hear you"

Now Sanchez is playing games but Simm has no choice but to play.

Simm louder "I have to pee sir. Please can I go to the bathroom?"

Sanchez "Well I don't want you fucking up my car."

Sanchez is driving down the main street of town and decides to stop at a fast food burger joint. This is just getting worse. The place is packed. Families are all inside. Cars lined up in the drive through.

Simm wishes he had kept his mouth shut.

Sanchez pulls into the parking lot and takes out Simm. Simm follows completely mortified.

There are some teen skater boys hanging out outside by the tables.

People start honking their horns laughing at Simm. The teens see him coming toward them. One throws a crumpled up piece of garbage at him. They all laugh.

Sanchez to the kids "pick that up." The kid obeys but still laughs.

Simm thinks they're going to head around the back so he can pee in a slave trough... those are simple receptacles for slaves to relive themselves. There is some privacy walls less so for the slaves and more so people don't have to witness it. But Sanchez surprises Simm and plans to take him inside.

Simm prepares himself for more people looking at his naked body under the bright lights of a fast food restaurant.

They walk in and everyone immediately looks and points.

They stand in line.

Simm just keeps his head down. He's been in this place many times before. He loves the veggie burgers. He can smell all the delicious food. He's so hungry. But he's not allowed to eat right now. He knows that.

He feels the cold floor on his bare feet. He's afraid to look up and recognize a friend or neighbor. He hears snickering and laughter. He's almost numb to it at this point.

They get to the front of the line and Sanchez orders food. He orders it to go. Simm is so happy he doesn't have to stay here as he eats.

Sanchez asks the server... "I'm letting you know I need to use your facilities for my prisoner."

The girl behind the counter looks at Simm. He's so hot. She smiles.

"It's OK. I know the exceptions. It's around back."

Sanchez takes his food ticket then heads around the corner and into the bathroom with a leashed and cuffed Simm.

Simm looks up and sees three urinals side by side. All are being used. Simm stands there naked waiting in line like everyone else. When the middle one opens up he walks up to it.

The two men peeing are shocked there's a naked slave in the bathroom next to them.

One guy yells out... "What the fuck is this? I don't pee next to a slave."

Sanchez "Mind your own business. I'm a slave officer. He's my prisoner."

The guy backs down. He looks over Simm and laughs. "We'll I Guess you're getting what you deserve."

Simm stands there with his dick pointing to the urinal. He's not used to standing in public naked and peeing. It's very unreal to him. He doesn't have to unzip. Take out his dick. He just has to let loose.

He tries to concentrate knowing people are looking at him.

Sanchez yanks on his leash. "Come on!"

Finally Simm let's go if his pee. He relieves himself, It feels so amazingly good. His feet are getting splashes with his own urine and he's standing in dried sticky urine on the floor but he doesn't care.

The feeling of peeing in public and naked might be humiliating but it's also freeing in a way. He has no secrets anymore from anyone. He doesn't have to hide his dick from peering eyes.

When done... he instinctively wants to zip up, He feels weird just stopping. The last amount of pee dribbles out. He stands there not knowing what to do.

"OK dummy. Let's go. Even a dog knows when he's finished."

He yanks his leash and they turn to leave the bathroom. A drop of urine hits a man's shoes.

Man "Hey... watch it."

Simm turns and sees a drop of pee on the guys nice dress black shoes. He doesn't know what to do. The man is with his 10 year old son.

Son "Daddy, why is the man naked?"

Man "He's just a slave son. He's not a man."

Sanchez "Sorry sir, he's new. Slave, on your knees and clean that shoe."

Man "That's OK..."

Simm's relieved.

Sanchez "No, he has to learn."

Simm obediently gets down on the floor and for the second time in an hour is about to lick another guy's shoes. This time it's his own urine... and knowing this man's young son is witnessing this.

No one cares. He's just a joke.

He bends over and topples again to the floor. The other men in the bathroom laugh at his clumsiness. Simm wiggles himself to the shoes and then licks the spot of urine off. It takes two licks and it's gone.

Sanchez "Hey dumbass I didn't mean lick it off. What the hell is wrong with you? Jesus you really are a freak of nature."

Simm lays there naked on the floor even more humiliated if that's possible. He just assumed he was supposed to lick it off. What an idiot he's thinking to himself.

He's got a bachelors degree, a masters and was thinking of going for his PhD and now he feels like a total moron.

Man "Now I have slave spit on my shoes."

The Man's son is confused "Why is he doing that daddy? That's so gross."

"He's just a stupid slave son. They don't think like you and me."

The Man's about to leave when Sanchez interrupts...

Sanchez "Sorry sir. Can you please wait one more minute. This slave is particularly stupid and I need to teach him. Slave, clean this man's shoes and do it correctly."

Simm has no idea how he's supposed to clean his shoes with his hands cuffed. "How do I do that sir with my hands cuffed?"

Sanchez "That was a start. If you had any sense you would have asked to get uncuffed first."

The little boy laughs. "He is stupid daddy."

Sanchez uncuffs Simm. It's a relief but also degrading. Simm quickly grabs some paper towels and water and soap and gets on his knees naked on the mens room floor and gently wipes the man's shoes down. All the while, men are coming in and out of the bathroom to pee and shit and wash their hands and seeing Simm on display making a fool of himself.

The man "That's fine. We have to go. Good job boy"

The little boy copies his dad. "Good job boy." Then the kid pats him on the head like a dog.

He takes his son and leaves, leaving Simm humiliatingly laying on the bathroom floor. Simm oddly feels a twinge of happiness for the compliment. Feeling like he did a good job. Then he snaps out of it and all he can think is "Oh my god. What's wrong with me?"

It's amazing how fast someone can be degraded to a point where the slightest compliment over something that is humiliating actually feels good. He thinks If he were still teaching... this would be a good subject for his class. Quickly in a flash he thinks of his class, how he would teach this lesson, argue his point. And then reality...

Sanchez yanks on his leash "Come on let's go."

A few minutes later Simm is in the back of the car cuffed again but now his hands are in front of him. Sanchez is feeling better that Simm is accepting his situation.

Sanchez eats his burger and fries up front as Simm is drooling in the back. Simm just wishes he could have one fry.

Then Sanchez does the unexpected... he takes a fry and hands one to Simm through the grating. Simm takes it with his hands and devours it.

It's such a good feeling but the feeling disappears as fast as the fry was eaten.

"Thank you sir." Simm can't believe he said that without any prodding.

Sanchez "You're gonna be just fine boy. They all adjust."

Simm sees the clock in the car. It's almost 8 o clock. He finds it hard to fathom this ordeal has just been going on for something like 7 hours. He gets one fry and he's thankful. A neighbor washes his dick and it's a nice gesture. He washes a stranger's shoe naked on a dirty bathroom floor and feels a sense of accomplishment. All he can think is... What's happening to me?

He looks out the window and can tell they're headed back to the school. And he knows where he's gonna end up... Taylor's frat party.

To be humiliatingly continued...

Thanks for all the compliments and enthusiasm. Feel free to write me with questions at nakedinla@yahoo.com

Next: Chapter 4


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