Humiliating Gabriel
by David Heulfryn

 

Gabriel sat silently in the back of the car. The black seatbelt crossed his chest and crumpled the maroon blazer of his school uniform. The silence in the car increased the tension; his parents kept their eyes fixed on the road, their faces betraying the rage they felt.

When the car pulled into the driveway of their compact two-bedroomed terrace house, Gabriel started to feel sick with nerves; his stomach lurched as the car stopped and his father pulled on the handbrake.

Without a word, Gabriel’s parents got out of the car and went into the house. Gabriel slinked behind them and was about to go upstairs to his bedroom when his father told him to go into the living room. He’d never heard his father sound so angry.

His mother sat on a chair while his father sat in the centre of the sofa. Gabriel didn’t know what to do or where to look. He decided to stand in the middle, facing his mother, but she couldn’t look him in the face.

“Don’t look at your mother like that.” His father’s stern and deep voice shocked Gabriel, and he physically shook before turning to face the man, his eyes cast down.

“I’m sorry,” Gabriel whispered as he looked at the carpet.

“Your mother and I were called out of work because of you. Your headmaster had us in front of him, telling us what you and your friend did. I never expected this ever to happen. Your friend may have got off worse, but we are so disappointed in you, Gabriel.”

The teenager held back tears. Those words hurt him. In his fourteen years, he’d never been in serious trouble.

“You and your ‘so-called’ best friend will not be seeing each other for a long time.”

“He’s still my best friend.” Gabriel stuttered, his voice low and soft.

“Still!” His father was incredulous, “After what just happened? I’m surprised. He got you into this trouble, and if he hadn’t taken full responsibility in front of Mr Price, you would be in a heap more trouble. However, what he said doesn’t let you off the hook. Your mother couldn’t believe it when Mr Price called her. She thought he had the wrong number, and it was another boy called Gabriel.”

Gabriel glanced at his mother, but she still couldn’t look at him.

“So far,” His father continued, “you have been a good boy. We knew when you became a teenager, you might push against us a little, but so far, your teenage years haven’t caused you to be a mumbling delinquent.” He took a deep breath, “Until now.”

Gabriel heard his mother sniff. She knew what was coming; they had spoken about it when they were alone in the headmaster’s office.

“I persuaded Mr Price to leave your punishment to us, and after we told him what would happen to you, he readily agreed. He even tried to tell us it would be too much. But I’m not going to let you think you can get away with this kind of behaviour. We intend to nip this in the bud.

Gabriel started to shake, and a few tears escaped. He’d been told off before; sent to his room and grounded for a few weeks, but he sensed what his parents had in mind was more severe.

“What are you going to do?” Gabriel asked, “I promise nothing like this will ever happen again, and I am truly sorry. You have to believe me.” He started pleading, hoping to get some leniency. More tears escaped; he hoped they might help.

“No amount of tears or ‘I’m sorry’ is going to help you, Gabriel.”

“Please, Dad. I’m really sorry. It was a moment of madness. It will never happen again.”

“I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.” His father glared at his son. Gabriel couldn’t hold his stare and looked back down at his feet. “Take off your blazer and hand it to your mother.” He demanded.

Gabriel took off his school blazer and passed it to his mother, who remained seated. Their eyes never met.

“Now your tie.”

Gabriel pulled his tie from his shirt collar and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. His mother rolled it up when he passed it to her. He now stood in his white school shirt and black trousers.

“Take off your shoes and socks and put your dirty socks in the shoes. I don’t want your mother having to deal with your stinky socks. I’ve smelled your room and it stinks disgusting. And I know it’s not just your feet causing the stench.”

Gabriel blushed. He knew what his father was referring to. He’d been wanking for a few years now, but no one ever mentioned anything about it, until now. Gabriel was getting very nervous. His clothes were gradually coming off. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping his father wasn’t going to make him go all the way. He knew nudity was commonplace in Cockaigne, but since he hit puberty, Gabriel had become bashful and tried to hide his naked body as much as possible. It was difficult at school after gym class, but at home, no one had seen him naked for many years.

“Now take off your shirt.”

“Please, Dad.” Gabriel pleaded. This slow removal of his school uniform was torture for him.

“Do it!” His father wasn’t going to let the pleading of a schoolboy stop him from doing what he felt needed to be done.

Gabriel let out a sob before composing himself and slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He passed it to his mother and stood with his arms folded, covering up his chest and erect nipples.

“Hands by your side, Boy. I don’t expect a son of mine to be ashamed of his body.”

“Please, Dad.” Gabriel quietly pleaded as he lowered his hands. His father looked at his son’s torso and his hard nipples. He couldn’t see any hair at all. He looked at Gabriel’s navel, hoping to see something, but he saw no evidence of hair leading down to the waistband of his trousers.

“Arms up, Boy.” His father kept dehumanising his son by not referring to him by his name. It was a coping mechanism for him. He didn’t want to do it, but he had to.

Gabriel lifted his arms above his head. His father could finally see some body hair. The dark tufts of hair in his son’s armpits showed that he was well into puberty. It didn’t look very dense, but at least he had some.

“Arms down and remove your school trousers.”

“Please, Dad.” Gabriel continued to plead but did as he was told, albeit slowly. He unbuttoned his trousers, lowered the fly and bent forward as he pulled them down his legs. He pulled them from his feet and held them in front of his crotch as he straightened them out to pass to his mother. He brought his hands in front of his crotch but thought better of it and let them hang by his side.

Gabriel now stood before his parents, wearing only a pair of white briefs.

His father looked at his son’s crotch. The bulge looked impressive, but he couldn’t determine if it was due to a big cock or big balls. He checked the waistband. No hair showed. Gabriel shivered with embarrassment, his eyes looking at the floor.

“Turn around, Boy.” He watched as his son turned, showing his brief-covered backside and then back facing him. “They look quite clean. No stains that a teenage boy usually has on his underwear.”

Gabriel blushed and was thankful he hadn’t cum in his pants that morning.

“Now take them off, Boy.”

“Dad, no. I can’t.” It was the first time Gabriel didn’t do what his father told him to. “Please, Dad. I’m begging you. I’m sorry. I’ve promised I’ll be a good boy from now on, but please don’t make me.”

“Either you do what I tell you, or the punishment will be a lot worse.”

Gabriel started to cry openly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Dad.” He begged.

“You have five seconds before I make you truly sorry.”

Gabriel sobbed as he pulled down his briefs. He shielded his cock and balls from his parents’ gaze by holding them. He passed his briefs to his mother and turned back to his father, tears welling up in his eyes, now using both hands to preserve his modesty.

His father smiled inwardly at his shy son. He couldn’t see his cock, but he could see the dense patch of dark pubes.

“Where should your arms be?” His father had softened his voice slightly, but he still meant business.

“By my sides,” Gabriel mumbled.

“Well?”

“No, Dad. I can’t. Please don’t make me. You know how shy I am.” Gabriel sobbed.

“Damn right I do, and it’s time you got over your shyness, especially around your family.”

Gabriel sobbed as he reluctantly moved his hands and exposed his cock to his parents. It was the first time his mother looked at him. She looked at his crotch and her son’s genitals.

“Not bad.” His father pondered as he looked at his naked son. Gabriel had nothing to be bashful about. His soft cock looked about four inches and was framed by an arc of dense black pubes. “Lift your cock and let me see your balls.” Gabriel did as instructed. His balls hung low and free. His father leaned forward to take a closer look. They were still hairless. “Drop your cock and retract your foreskin.”

Gabriel blubbed, but did it. He pulled back his loose foreskin to reveal his glans.

“At least you can retract it, and it looks quite clean.”

Gabriel pulled his foreskin back and let his cock hand free again.

“Now give yourself an erection. We need to ensure you can still retract your foreskin when your penis is erect.”

“It does, Dad. Honest.” Gabriel hoped his father would take his word for it.

“Based on your recent misbehaviour, you don’t mind if I don’t take your word for it.”

“Dad!” Gabriel pleaded, but grabbed his cock and started to stroke it gently.

“You can do better than that, boy. You must have been masturbating for at least a year by now.”

“Nearly two years.” His mother interrupted.

“I’m going to have to show you how to clean up after yourself. It isn’t fair to make your mother handle your semen stains.”

Gabriel closed his eyes and kept stroking his cock. He struggled to get hard in this situation, but the constant stimulation eventually worked.

“Show me.” His father demanded, and Gabriel let go of his hard cock. His father looked at it. “Now retract the foreskin.” It slipped over the moist glans easily. “That’s very good to see.”

Gabriel was glad as his cock began to wilt, his foreskin slipping over his glans as he got soft.

“Have you had sex yet?” His father asked.

“No, Dad.”

“What about your girlfriend. How far have you gone with her?”

“We’ve kissed and I’ve felt her breasts through her clothes.”

“What has she done to you?”

“Kissed and cupped my crotch through my trousers.”

“Did she make you hard?”

“Yes, Dad.” Gabriel blushed again.

“Did she stroke you? Masturbate you”

“No, Dad. She just felt it through my trousers.”

“And what about boys? Have you done anything with another boy? Touched their penis?”

“No, Dad. I’m not gay.” Gabriel declared.

“You don’t have to be gay to experiment with boys.”

Gabriel hung his head.

His father sat back on the sofa and closed his legs slightly. “Now put yourself across my knee.”

Gabriel looked up and stared into his Dad’s eyes. “Please, Dad. You don’t have to. I’ve learned my lesson, and you’ve never done this before.”

“And based on your behaviour, it’s high time I did it. Now get your body across my knee.”

Gabriel sobbed at the shame of being spanked. He cried as he draped his body over his father’s knee.

The first slap was unexpected, but it was light; it didn’t leave any mark on Gabriel’s pale buttocks. For a moment, he stopped crying. The second slap was harder. This was the first time his father had spanked him, and it was clear that he was not used to meting out corporal punishment. As he kept spanking, he became more confident, and the palm of his hand left red marks. He paused a moment and looked at the blemishes he was making on his son’s beautiful, smooth and white buttocks. He rubbed them and exposed his virgin hole. Nothing on his son’s body was now private.

His father spanked him again. Harder this time, making Gabriel cry out in pain. He begged his father to stop, but his pleas were unanswered.

The spanking got harder and louder. Gabriel’s mother covered her ears, not wanting to hear her son’s screams and the sound of his buttocks being bruised.

Beads of sweat rolled down his father’s forehead as the beating intensified. Gabriel was now silent; he’d passed the pain threshold, and he now felt very little pain.

The spanking ceased, and both Gabriel and his father breathed heavily from the exertion.

“Stand up!” His father ordered.

Gabriel raised himself and gently stroked his bruised buttocks as he stood in front of his father.

His father laughed, and his mother looked up. They both stared at their son.

“It seems you enjoyed that.” Gabriel was hard. The spanking had given him an erection.

He looked down and saw his hard cock. His arms flew forward, and he covered himself up.

“Don’t hide it, Boy.” His father grinned. “An erection is a shame to waste.”

Gabriel exposed his hard cock again; it showed no sign of deflating. His foreskin was partially retracted, and a pearl of precum oozed.

“Let’s see how you masturbate. Let us see you ejaculate.”

“But that’s private, Dad.”

“Not always, Gabriel. We live in Cockaigne. Surely you’ve seen some people masturbating or having sex in public?”

“Of course, Dad. But I never have.”

“Then be grateful you only have to do it in front of me and your mother and not the entire town.”

“Please, Dad. You’ve spanked me,” Gabriel rubbed his sore buttocks. “I’ve learnt my lesson.”

“Look, Gabriel. It is for your own good. You’re fourteen and ashamed of your body. From now on, we will take every opportunity to ensure you expose your body. Making you masturbate in front of us is just the start. Your lessons in body acceptance and sexual freedom begin now. We’ve neglected your life education, expecting the school to make you overcome these childish inhibitions, but they haven’t, or you are reluctant to learn. All that changes now.”

Gabriel realised his father wasn’t going to back down, and looking over at his mother, he wasn’t going to change his mind. He grabbed his rigid cock and began stroking. He couldn’t look at his father as he masturbated, so he looked away. That didn’t help, so he closed his eyes and thought about his girlfriend. She was fourteen, like Gabriel, and they were in the same class at Cockaigne Academy. He’d never seen her naked, but he could imagine. It helped him stay hard, and his stroking got quicker and stronger. He began panting, and his father noticed that his balls had retracted.

“I think he’s close,” he said, looking at his wife.

Gabriel brought his free hand behind him and winced when he felt his buttocks. He moved his hand back and cupped his tight balls.

His father looked back at his son and his rigid cock. His foreskin rolled over his glans to cover them and then back again. His glans was wet with precum.

“Don’t ejaculate on the carpet. Catch it in your hand.”

Gabriel took his hand from his balls and held it in front of his cock. His palm was flat, ready to catch the cum when he eventually ejaculated.

It didn’t take long. Gabriel’s parents leaned forward to get a better look. Gabriel grunted and squeezed his cock as it throbbed. He pulled back his foreskin and watched as his cock spewed cum onto his palm.

Gabriel was panting as his orgasm subsided.

“Show me.” His father demanded.

Gabriel held out his hand for his father to see. He took a finger and poked the congealed white fluid.

“That’s nice and thick. You’re very well developed. Have you ever tasted it?” His father looked up into his son’s eyes.

Gabriel shook his head.

“Well, try it now. Every boy should taste his semen.” Gabriel brought his hand up to his mouth, and he hesitated. “It won’t harm you. Many boys like the taste.”

Gabriel tentatively stuck out his tongue and reluctantly licked the thick cum on his palm.

“So, Gabe. What does it taste like?” His father had softened and no longer chastised his son.

“Urm…” Gabriel thought a moment. “A little salty.” He took another taste. “There’s also a sourness to it. But I don’t like the texture. It feels like I’m eating snot.”

His father laughed. “Lick it all up like a good boy.” Gabriel licked the palm of his hand clean. “Good boy, Gabe. Now,” He took a deep breath, “we need to start taking a closer interest in your development. Your bashfulness is not appropriate. From this day onwards, whenever you are in this house, you will be naked. And you will not attempt to cover up.”

“Yes, Dad.” He knew better than to try to change his mind. “Will that apply to all of us?”

His father laughed again. “Your mother and I don’t have any issues with our bodies. It will only apply to you, Gabe.”

“What if we have a visitor? Can I wear clothes then?” Gabriel asked.

“No, you will remain naked until the moment you leave the front door, regardless of who is here. Furthermore, if you get an erection, you are not to hide it, and we do not expect you to spend all your time hiding away in your bedroom. Your bedroom is for doing your homework, sleeping and masturbating.”

Gabriel blushed.

“You are also to tell us every time you masturbate. You must tell us when you go to your room to masturbate, and we expect you to tell us when you get home after school if you masturbated at school. I know mornings when you wake up are a particularly common time to masturbate, so if that happens, you need to tell us when you get up.”

“Do I have to, Dad?” Gabriel pleaded. “I can cope with being naked, probably, but why do I need to tell you every time I wank?”

“Because we are telling you to. You need to get comfortable with sex if you are to have a fulfilling sex life in a few years. Accepting solo-sex, masturbation, is the first step. I know boys also masturbate together, so let us know if you masturbate with any of your friends and if you masturbate each other.”

“Dad!”

“No part of your body or sex life will remain private from this moment on.”

Gabriel hung his head, “Yes, Dad.”

“Now wash your hands.”

Gabriel left the front room and washed his hands in the kitchen. He looked down his body at his soft cock and small tuft of pubes. After drying his hands, he felt his tender buttocks; they still hurt, and he doubted he could sit down. Gabriel enjoyed looking at his body, playing with his cock and fondling his balls. Now, what he did in private would be made public. Every wank, every ejaculation would be shared with his family.

Gabriel’s cock swelled at the thought. He wasn’t sure if he was excited or embarrassed at what his new life would be like. Gabriel’s cock was now hard again. He walked back into the living room.

“I’m going to my bedroom for a wank, Dad. Is that alright?”

“Of course it is, Gabe. You go and play with that hard cock of yours.”

Gabriel went upstairs and lay down on his bed. The mattress was soft enough not to cause much pain on his arse. He’d forgotten to close his door, but he now had no secrets from his parents and left it open.

Downstairs, his parent smiled at each other and listened as their only son grunted and groaned as he wanked. They heard him gasp and knew he had just cum.

 

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