Date: Sat, 17 Sep 2011 16:43:15 -0700 (PDT) From: Gay Man Subject: Taught A Humiliating Lesson, Part 1: A Bad Day In Class 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, Thomas Sinclair. Taught A Humiliating Lesson Part 1: A Bad Day In Class By Thomas Sinclair John Simm and Taylor Beck had a very contentious relationship. Not just teacher student. But they were at polar ends of the political spectrum. John Simm was a college professor. He was very liberal. Outspoken. Stubborn. He loved good debates and cared about his students. He was also quite handsome. Not a jock type. More bookish and trim but very good-looking. 32 years old, 5'11 and 165 pounds. Brown hair that flopped over his glasses, green eyes. He ran and swam. Not into team sports. He's been teaching for 7 years and all the female students had crushes on him and all the gay guys too. The straight guys were less enthusiastic. They were jealous of his popularity with the girls, his smarts and always lost to him in arguments. And on top of that he was their superior and hated having to do what he said just for a grade. Especially since he looked so young. Most of the guys in this school were privileged. Their dads were lawyers, doctors or politicians. Important people. And they saw this teacher as a hippy jerk on an otherwise conservative campus. Taylor beck was very different. Younger at 19 years old. Politically conservative. Hated liberals. A total stud jock. Muscular and lean. 6'1 and 185 pounds, much of it muscle. Short dark hair and brown eyes. He plays lacrosse and baseball. Loves team sports. But intellectual debates and schooling are not his thing. He's more interested in parties and frats and having fun. The only reason he takes Simm's class is it's a requirement. One topic that brings out the stomach acid in Taylor was slavery. His dad works for the government and understands how slavery saved the country. How they took lifetime criminals and sex offenders and eventually people that were heading in that direction anyway by being teen criminals and made them lifelong slaves. The way Taylor saw it, you be a good man and you stay free, you fuck something up and you get punished and you deserve it. Simm's view is very different. He never hid the fact that he was opposed to slavery. That it was barbaric and not something a country that prided itself on freedom should be doing. His views have gotten him into trouble with the dean as well as parents complaining. He's not alone in his views but he's in the minority. And college, he feels, is a place for challenging the majority. Today was another typical day in class with John and Taylor fighting. Mr. Simm teaches in a large auditorium. Mostly boys. Some girls. About 30 students. The place can seat 200 if necessary and everyone is seated up front. Mr. Simm "Today's class is going to breakdown the archaic procedure that free men go through to become slaves." Taylor rolls his eyes. "yeah right." "What was that Mr. Beck?" "You keep throwing in those liberal gotcha words like archaic and barbaric. I'm tired of you talking like this. It's important and right and it takes unwanted losers off the street." Mr. Simm "My goal here Mr. Beck is to have everyone fully understand what a person goes through..." "They are not people. They are product. Once they are enslaved they have no rights and it doesn't matter what happens to them." Mr. Simm "We've talked about this before. Everyone should have basic human rights. That's what this country was founded on." The argument gets more heated. Taylor is very emotional. "And when it was founded we had slaves. But those slaves were innocent. Today's slaves are not." Mr. Simm "It doesn't make it any less wrong to enslave someone even if they are a criminal. And when you see the crowds gather to watch slaves get inducted. It's humiliating. It's debasing and people watch it like a sport." "Because it's fun idiot." "Hey watch it. We're having a difference of opinion. You don't want to fail." When Taylor gets home tonight he's going to again rail against Mr. Simm to his frat buddies and his dad. He's obsessed with hating this guy. He hates having to listen to him. He just wants get a passing grade and get out. All the other kids just enjoy it and giggle at all the fighting. A few are taking notes. Mr. Simm "Enough of this. I think we made our points. What I want to do today is recreate what a slave goes thru. Step by step. The humiliation. I think people like to forget all that and close their eyes to the reality. So I'll need a volunteer to be our slave." Of course no one wants to be a slave. That's what Beck was counting on. Then he points to Taylor. "How about you?" The class laughs. Taylor doesn't like being shown up. Taylor "Yeah. No problem." Taylor gets up in front of the class. Mr. Simm "Now all you have to do it listen to me and do what I say, or I will shock you with this." He takes out a long shock stick. It gives a shock to whatever it touches. Similar but far less powerful than the taser sticks slave police and guards and handlers use. "It's not nearly as painful or powerful as real one. It's just a tiny spark. Like when you walk on a rug, but you'll get the point. Are you game?" Taylor "Let's do it." "OK SLAVE. You are no longer Taylor Beck. You are to be known from now on and until you die as TINKY." The class laughs. "So Tinky... slaves are not permitted to wear clothing... that's just a free man's right. Remove them now." Taylor throws Mr. Simm a look like there's no way that's gonna happen. Mr. Simm "Tinky... of course we're not gonna go all the way but we need to get the point. Unless you're ashamed?" Mr. Simm knows how to manipulate Tayloe who he sees as a simpleton. So that comment was it. Taylor starts unbuttoning his shirt. He's gonna show Mr. Simm he's not scared of anything. Mr. Simm "No Tinky. Start with your shoes. If you need help maybe one of the other members of class can help." Taylor responds "I'll be fine." Mr. Simm then hits Taylor with the shock stick. "Ouch! Shit that stung." Mr. Simm "A slave does not talk unless spoken too. Understand?" Taylor hates this but can't back down. "Yes sir." Mr. Simm "OK now. Shoes. Socks." Taylor removes his shoes and then his socks. He places them on the teachers desk. "Shirt please" Taylor pulls off the tight tee he's wearing. As soon as he starts to take it off the class sees his six pack and tight toned body. Taylor's a show-off. He always liked guys to be jealous of his body and girls to look. In the frat house he walks around naked proud of everything he has including his 8 inches and big balls. But this feels different. Being ordered is less exciting. It just feels a little embarrassing. Standing there half naked in class he's a beautiful specimen, He's Muscular. Tanned. Smooth. Some of the girls cheer and hoot. Mr. Simm "This is exactly what it's like in a courtroom where most of these strippings take place. And people in the crowd get to cheer and taunt and take pictures." Taylor is done removing his shirt. Mr. Simm "How far are you willing to go?" Taylor, being stubborn, starts to undo his pants. He;s ready to go all the way just to prove to Mr. Simm he's not scared. He unzips his jeans and we see his tight briefs. But Mr. Simms puts a stop to it. "OK... that's enough. I think we get the point. And I don't want to get in trouble. So what's next? In most cases the victim is measured. Every part of him. Then in the more extreme cases he's made to give samples of urine and sometimes even semen to determine his prowess as a stud slave. All in public. All with the peering eyes of strangers." Mr. Simm picks one of the guys in class to measure Taylor. He picks TOMMY, he's clearly gay, effeminate, thin, cute nerdy type with glasses. "Tommy, here's a tape measure. Let's get all the numbers." Tommy gets up excited. He's always fantasized about touching Taylor and here's his chance. Taylor "No fucking way. I'm not having that fag touch me." He puts his shirt back on. Grabs his shoes and socks and gets back in his seat. Mr. Simm "Well you proved my point. When you're a slave you are not only touched by any free man that wants to touch you. But you can be used however your owner wants. Meaning not just touching. A lot worse. Rape. Brutality. And you can't just walk away and stop it." Suddenly the doors open and two Police Officers enter the auditorium. Mr. Simm "Excuse me but we're having a class here." Officer Sanchez, 25, tall, muscular, handsome, Latin, walks down the aisle toward Mr. Simm Officer Sanchez "Not anymore. Mr. John Simm. You have been accused, tried and found probably guilty of treason. Spreading false statements regarding law 2375, the Homeland Security Slave Act." Mr. Simm backs up as the two officers get close. "What are you talking about? I'm a teacher. It's just a subject in class." "As accordance to the laws in this state, you are being arrested and taken to slave court under the ruling by Judge Harding that you are probably guilty. You will be given a court appointed lawyer and your trial begins in three days. In the mean time you will come with us." Taylor loves every minute of this. Mr. Simm thinks this is a joke. "This is absurd. This is a joke. I know you. You're Billy Sanchez. Who put you up to this?" He backs off as Officer Sanchez approaches. "I'm Officer William Sanchez of the Slave Police. I remember you. I remember how I didn't like you. When I saw the order come through I jumped at the chance to take you in." Officer Sanchez and his partner surround him. He takes out a real taser stick, the kind that only real officers have and quickly zaps him. It's way more powerful than the little one that Mr. Simm was using for class. Mr. Simm drops to the ground and screams. He's instantly sweating. The class realizes that this is all too real. Officer Sanchez "I'll give you one chance. You do what I say. If you disobey me at all... you will be shocked again. Stand up." Mr. Simm for the first time in his life feels like he is not a free man. He obeys. He stands slowly. His mind is reeling. He's forgotten about the class until Taylor and a few of his buds sarcastically applaud Mr. Simm following the officers orders. Taylor "Good job slave. I give you a B" Everyone laughs. Suddenly Mr. Simm realizes where he is. The irony. The humiliation just knowing Taylor is witnessing this. He doesn't want to look at the students. He whispers "please not here." Officer Sanchez "I remember your class. I know you are very familiar with this type of arrest and procedure." The he announces loud enough for the whole class to hear... "Remove your clothes now." There's a buzz in the class. The girls can't wait to see the stud teacher completely naked. Taylor can't wait for his humiliation. Tommy has had fantasies of this and has a total hard-on. Mr. Simm can't believe this is happening. In his mind he quickly goes through his options. He knows the laws, barbaric or not, he knows them and can't fight them. Does he run? An escaped slave is rare. And how? He'd never get away. His only hope is to be found innocent but that almost never happens. But that's the only thing he can cling to. But he knows even in that scenario he has to do what they say. This is a nightmare. Officer Sanchez starts to count down till the next zapping. "five, four, three..." Mr. Simm gets it. So he starts to undo his tie. His hands are shaking. He gets it off and tosses it to the ground. This angers Officer Sanchez. "Idiot! You fold it and place it on the desk. I'm not here to pick up after a slave." Mr. Simm bends down and picks up his tie. He folds it then places it on the desk. "Keep going." He stands up then removes his jacket. Taylor speaks up. "Hey man. Since he's not gonna be needing that jacket. Can I have it? I always wanted to be a professor" Taylor and his buddies laugh. Officer Sanchez doesn't see anything wrong with it. As soon as someone is found probably guilty in private court he loses all rights to everything he owns. There have been some cases where the person was found innocent in his trial and in those cases property and money are given back but only if they are found 100 percent innocent. A rarity. Everyone knows probably guilty means guilty. But the idea that someone loses all of their belongings including their clothes, not only puts the fear into society to behave but teaches a lesson that without the government there to support you, you literally have nothing. Officer Sanchez "Why not? Come on slave. Hand over the jacket." Humiliatingly, Mr. Simm hands his jacket to Taylor who smugly grabs it and puts it on and shows off for class. "Fits nice." Officer Sanchez "Come on. Keep going." Mr. Simm tries to reason with the Officer "This is a mistake..." But that was enough. He taser's him again. Mr. Simm falls, screams. He gets it now. He starts removing his shirt immediately as he is on the ground. The buttons are hard to undo with his shaking hands so he rips it off of himself. The buttons go flying on to the floor. He feels the air on his chest in class. It's shocking. A surreal experience that's just gonna get worse. He gets up. His body is glistening from sweat. He's pale, toned and trim and beautiful. He has a little amount of hair on his chest and a trail that leads down to his pants which are soon going to be off. He shakes from the pain and humiliation as well as the cold air conditioning in the room. His nipples are hard. Taylor "Look at those nips. Cold in here isn't it. Gonna get a lot colder bro" Everyone laughs. Other kids are taking pictures and filing it with their cameras. This is gonna be all over campus in a few minutes. In fact students are starting to come into the auditorium to watch. Mr. Simm takes off his shoes and socks. Places them on the table along with his torn shirt. He's breathing heavily. He almost feels he's gonna faint but doesn't. He wishes he could. He looks out to the class and it's all now a little blurry. He sees them all staring at him. Gawking at him. He went from respected teacher to half naked joke in a matter of a few minutes. Mr. Simm undoes his belt and opens his pants. He just can't believe it. He unzips and that's when it hits him the most. It wasn't the pain from the taser, the ripping his shirt off, or handing his cocky student his favorite jacket... it dropping his pants. One of the most humiliating things a person can do in front of others. He lets go and the trousers as they fall to the floor. He's just in his underwear now. Black snug boxer briefs. This is followed by catcalls, and whistles. Cheers by the students. He places the pants folded on the table. Taylor starts a chant in the room. "Strip! Strip! Strip!" The whole class is cheering and yelling it. More students have come in from the top of the auditorium. Word spread fast. Class size has more than tripled to over a hundred. It's a sport like Mr. Simm was just saying a few minutes ago but now he's the spectacle to watch. Mr. Simm, a few minutes ago was a fully dressed, free man teaching his students, a respected superior to them... was now beneath them and all men and soon to be stark naked. With the chants of Strip! Reverberating in this echoey auditorium... Mr. Simm loses his last bit of dignity... he sticks his thumbs inside his underwear for possibly the last time ever. This goes through his mind. This might be the last time he will feel elastic on his thumbs. The feel of soft cotton on his skin. The last time he will feel any cloth on his body at all. He reaches in and then pulls them down. His heart sinks just as his shorts do. Tears stream down his face. Students cheer. Taylor is high-fiving his buddies. Simm feels the underwear hit the floor on top of his feet. He lifts his foot to remove them completely. The feel of the cold air on his penis and balls was something he will never forget. He's light-headed but doesn't fall. Tommy and the girls are all admiring Simm's totally nude body. From their angle they can get a great view of his ass. It's beautifully rounded and smooth. He's got a tan line even though most of him is fairly pale. His legs and arms are lightly hairy. Officer Sanchez loves this part of the job. He loves to go into offices or schools or wherever the guilty ones are and humiliate them in front of their colleagues or family or friends. He gets a total charge out of it. This case is sweeter since he knew Mr. Simm and felt about him like Taylor does. Simm places the underwear on the table. He grabs Simm's hands and places them on his head and turns him to the crowd. "Keep them there. And don't say anything" He gets on his radio and talks with headquarters. "I got him." Simm is now totally naked. Sweaty. Cold and shivering. His nips are hard. His ball sack has shriveled up. His penis though has always been impressive and still is. It hangs low. He's a good nine inches hard. But soft he is still about six. He's one of the few uncut white guys out there. His cock is still swinging back and forth as Taylor gets up, and approaches the officer. Taylor "You were in Alpha Delta right?" "Yeah" They shake hands like Frat Brothers. They both laugh. "Cool Job." Officer Sanchez "I love it. You get jerks like these off the streets. Good pay. Great benefits. And the chicks love the uniform." "Can I talk to him?" Officer Sanchez "Sure, have fun. Until I hand him over he's mine so you can do whatever you want. I had that prick five years ago. He gave me a C." Taylor goes up to Simm wearing the coat Simm just had on a few minutes ago. "How does it feel? Who's the big shot now?" Simm can't say a word. Taylor picks up the shock stick that Simm used on him and pokes him with it. It gives a little spark. Not a lot. Simm doesn't move but it's clear it stings a little. "How's that feel?" Taylor moves the shock stick to Simm's dangling uncut penis. He puts it right up to his fairly long foreskin. Simm knows he can't move. After a few tense moment Taylor touches Simm's foreskin and cock head with it. It shocks him. He reacts to it and almost falls but balances himself and stays up. He's trying not to cry. But everyone loves it. There's no sympathy, just ravenous raucous enjoyment. But the touching of Simm's penis in public and the small shock got his blood flowing. His penis starts to twitch a little. A sign of life. Then Taylor whispers in Simm's ear. "Your dick is hanging there for all to see. All the girls are looking at it. Tommy over there is dying to suck it. Your balls belong to me. Your ass too. You're a fucking low life slave." Taylor reaches behind Simm and spanks him hard. The class laughs. He spanks again harder. Again. Again. His hand print is now on Simm's ass. One of Taylor's buds yells out "Put him over your knee dude." Taylor loves it. He grabs the teachers chair and pulls it in front of the class. He drags Mr. Simm over. Taylor sits. Taylor "Bend over my knee bitch." Mr. Simm knowing that Officer Sanchez is watching with a taser does what he's told. He gets on his knees and over Taylor's lap while never taking his hands off of his head. His ass is in full view of the auditorium. His pink virgin asshole is visible to everyone. Mr. Simm can feel the cool air hitting his asshole. Another first for him. Taylor spanks him more. "You've been a bad teacher. Naughty teacher haven't you." Everyone is laughing. The small electric shock, the rubbing of his penis against Taylor's legs, the feeling of chill in his ass, the humiliation has all had an effect on Simm. He starts to get an erection. His cock head starts to grow. Not just a little but full on raging hard-on. Simm doesn't know why. Is he enjoying the exposure? The humiliation? He was fairly vanilla when it came to sex and totally straight. His six soft inches are now a full nine inches of solid embarrassment. He knows any minute Taylor is gonna notice. To make matters worse Simm pre-cums a lot and it's smearing on Taylor's pants. Simm can't believe this is getting even worse. Taylor noticing his erection. "Holy shit." He jumps up. He sees Simm on his knees with his long hard dick sticking up and a wet spot on his pants. "You're a fag too. Figures. And you fucking jizzed on my jeans. These were three hundred bucks." He angrily grabs Simm by the arm and lifts him up for the whole class to see. His dick is sticking straight out. Pulsating to his increased heart rate. Little drips of precum are hitting the floor. Voices yells out from the large crows, "He's enjoying it." "Hey, professor is pointing to something." Everyone is laughing and snapping pics. Mr. Simm will be all over the internet tomorrow. Tommy is almost drooling. He stares at the drops of pre cum oozing from the head of Mr. Simms dick. He really wants to lick it off. Seeing all the cameras, it hits Simm even harder. His mind is reeling. My parents are gonna see this. My brothers. Neighbors. What about my apartment? My stuff? What about his girlfriend? Even the sillier things we take for granted like my vacation next week. The shows on my DVR. The favorite pizza I like. It's all gone. Everything is gone. In a matter of minutes he has been reduced to a naked humiliated joke. What happens next?