The Humiliation of Jimmy

Part 3

THE HUMILIATION OF JIMMY ~ PART 3

(If you haven't read Parts 1 & 2, then please enjoy them. However, if you
absolutely can't, then here's the Reader's Digest version: Jimmy Hawkins is the
low boy on the totem pole of his family, with his folks and his little brother
Matt always going out of their way to bring down his spirit and manhood. Luckily
he has his secret girlfriend Jennifer to keep him sane. The jock has been
working for 4 years to get a full wrestling scholarship and get out of this
hell. The story picks up a few weeks after Part 2...

Usual readership rules apply here... The following story features nonconsensual
sexual activity & familial discipline between people of all ages, so please no
one under the age 18 or over 118. Also, if this type of material offends your
senses or state, local laws...then it's your loss? So, please move on. I don't
condone child abuse or incest, I am just a writer.

LIFE IS GOOD, FOR A MOMENT

Jimmy Hawkins had an awesome day at school. First off, he was almost a shoe-in
for wrestling MVP and the team was on the verge of going to the State
Championships. If they could kick ass in the last 4 county-level tournaments, it
was off to State. Since football and basketball recruiting was so saturated, he
would have to rely on his almost perfect 4-year wrestling record.  The college
scouts would be watching the state tourneys very closely, and the Coach had
already pulled Jimmy into his office and told him to work extra hard to impress
the special guests. Since Jimmy's folks couldn't afford to send 2 boys to
school, and Matt was "the brain", Jimmy would have to be in top form and get a
scholarship. Matt's college catalogs were all over the house with his parent's
spending hours pouring over them, even though he still had 3 years of high
school to finish.  When Jimmy tried to interest his folks in the schools that
offered good sports programs, they were disinterested and discouraging.

"Who the hell would give your sorry ass a scholarship...hahaha...hey Monica, get
a load of the Dumb Donkey...he wants to go schooo," his Dad would joke, getting
his Mom to join in over dinner.

"Boy you are gonna have to either pump gas or pump old ladies to pay your way.
Either way you're gonna be using a hose." his Mom slurred. "If only his brains
were half as big as his balls...haha," his old man would toss in. Anyway, most
times his college applications somehow got damaged or tossed out accidentally.
So Jimmy stopped talking about college to his family.  

But being voted MVP would score some points with his folks and they would be
proud of him. Maybe then they could find the time to attend his meets. Only 4
more meets, then he would surely get the award and a free ride through college,
becoming freed of his progressively hostile parents and the little worm Matt,
who made his life hell.

On his way home he stopped at Jennifer's house quickly, she lived in the
neighborhood he respected most with the old money and huge homes. He planned
just to say hi and ask her to the senior day trip and formal. He had been saving
money for over 6 months to pay for these 2 events, he knew better than to ask
his folks for it. Besides, they really knew nothing of his relationship, or they
may have put an end to it long ago. Jennifer was gorgeous, and smart too.  Her
Dad was respected Doctor and community leader. Yet a stern and demanding man who
made Jimmy uncomfortable by staring him down and making digs about the teen's
humble background. Every time he would go to pick up Jenn for a date, Jimmy
would have to spend a few moments alone with the older guy, who delighted in
reminding the kid exactly where he stood. The man was 6'4" and barrel chested,
with thick salt-n-pepper hair and a mustache to match. He was straight out of
"Soldier of Fortune" magazine; muscular, mean and the master of his environment.

"Come on in Jeff," her Dad said to Jimmy. "Jennifer is next door but she will be
home any minute."  Why did he always forget my name, the nervous jock wondered.
"Sir, my name is Jim," he mumbled. He led the boy, by the neck, into the paneled
library. Her Dad walked to the bar, "oh yea, that's right, Jeff was her last
boyfriend, don't know how I could get you 2 confused...haha. You know they were
together for 3 years, everyone thought they would get married.  Well, I guess
they still may." Why did he always mention Jeff Hanks in his presence, Jimmy
thought. The boy was too sweet to realize that it was just another of the
Doctor's bad habits. 

Jeff Hanks father was a Congressman and his Mom ran every charity in town. The
popular senior had been accepted to Vanderbilt and Duke, while lettering in 3
sports, being voted most popular, best dressed and most likely to succeed. He
also smoked dope and beat up hookers for fun. His Dad was powerful enough to
cover his boy's negative extracurricular activities. Jimmy had been seated
alphabetically behind him all through elementary and high school and came to
hate Jeff. Jeff was always somehow knocking Jimmy, because his Dad worked in a
warehouse and his Mom drank a little. Jeff used to also make fun of his clothes,
"hey Hawkins, another sale at Goodwill?" he would shout across the commons and
his audience would crack up. Jimmy would look down at his jeans; flooded, faded
and tight, making his crotch look swollen and overly large. In this pair of old
Wrangler's you could even see the outline of his cock and his balls running down
his left leg. He could never admit it but Jeff was right, alot of his clothes
were from Goodwill, while Matt's school wardrobe was from Pierpoint's and Gap.
Jimmy had tried fighting Jeff many times over their 12 years of school, but it
always ended evenly, so he tried making his own friends and steering clear of
Hanks.

Several times Jeff used his sports car pretending to almost run over the less
fortunate kid as he walked home from school. Jeff would veer his Mustang
convertible to safety after chasing the dumb jock into the weeds. The day of
their junior class pictures, Jeff and his buds had literally forced Jimmy into
the bushes along Center St., and the poor jock fell into 2 feet of mud. The new
white Polo shirt, which Jimmy had cleaned pools to pay for, was ruined and the
kid had to appear in the class picture shirtless and dirty. The faggot
photographer put him in the front row and made him sit with his hands on his
knees, chest exposed, lats flexed and muddy hair falling into his face.
Helpless, humiliated and on display. Then there was the time in the lockerroom
showers that Jeff Hanks...

"HEY, BOY! I am speaking to you! He rapped on the kid's head like an old door. 
Answer me when I talk at you, BOY," Jenn's Dad broke Jimmy's reverie and
bringing him back to reality. "I...I am sorry, Sir," Jimmy humbly answered.

"Boy, didn't you hear anything that I said...did your Mommy forget to teach you
manners?" the man was fixing another drink already. Jimmy could have sworn the
Dr. mumbled "drunken whore" when asking about his Mom.

"Yes, Sir...I mean no Sir," Jimmy stumbled. The old man had tripped him up
again. "Maybe I oughta call your Daddy, BOY and remind him to teach you some,
think I should BOY?" the Doctor always made him feel like a punk, calling him a
boy, and referencing his "daddy" or "mommy".

"Figures, anyway..." the older man continued, "I am glad that we are having a
chance to talk privately, just man-to-man without the women around.  Don't
always need the pussy hanging over us, right BOY?" He laughed and Jimmy offered
a mild nod. "A woman is gonna be owning your balls soon enough Jeff...I mean
Jimbo, and guys need some time to themselves. Just to kick back and be men. A
few of my buddies and I have a hunting place near Mount Airy and we go up twice
a year. Just the guys, you know? No cunts allowed. We don't need their wet holes
paraded in front of us 24/7. Although having a nice snatch to fuck on a daily
basis is a benefit of marriage. Yessiree, a warm, soft woman to lay under you,
lick your tool, and do ANYTHING that you say. It certainly feels good...right
BOY?"

All the sex talk had given Jimmy a raging hardon in his already too tight pants.
He could feel his teenage balls churning up some jizz and felt them start
pumping spooge up toward his piss slit. Without underwear on and the foreskin on
his dick having peeled back, his bulge was obscene. Jimmy looked into his lap,
noticing the clear outline of his cockhead, while the Dr. continued.

"You must have the women coming onto you alot BOY? Wanting to suck your cock?
Looks like you work out daily, am I right? Probably working out your dick too,
haha...pumping that big thing every chance you get?" Jimmy shrugged his
shoulders, staring at the floor. "Sure you do...all BOYS pound their puds." The
Dr. fixed a 3rd bourbon for himself and his voice was thickening. "You must
really work those shoulders too. What are you a size 44? Nah, you probably don't
know, since you probably don't own a suit. Stand up boy, I have an old jacket
that may fit you. Come on stand up." Jimmy hesitated, if he stood, his boner
would be sticking out, with the head defined in a wet patch of precum that was
growing on the front of his jeans.

"BOY, I gave you an order...are you deaf, son? I said to stand up NOW." Why was
her Dad acting like a drill sergeant, Jimmy wondered?  He was always
domineering, but this was extreme. He just wanted Jennifer to come home and save
him from this. He didn't know what to do, so Dr. Philips made the decision for
him. He grabbed the collar of the boy's shirt and brought him to his feet. Jimmy
quickly put his hands in front of his oversized bulge. "Boy you don't listen
very well, you could use a week up at the hunting cabin, we would pound some
discipline into that thick head of yours. Come to think of it, we need someone
to do the work while we're there, chopping wood, cooking, getting water,
carrying ALL the gear. Just you're basic pack mule jobs. Maybe I can give your
Daddy a call and ask him. You're not afraid of some backbreaking work and
disciplines are you? We always pay the "help" too, and judging by your clothes,
you look like you could use the money. Right BOY?"

Jimmy continued to stare at the floor, hands folded over his jutting bulge,
which was covered by a precum stain, now the size of baseball.  "BOY, LOOK AT ME
WHEN I SPEAK TO YOU!" his elder demanded. "I want to see if this jacket will fit
you, so let me get it. As the Dr. left the room, he discreetly picked up the
boy's ratty backpack, tossing it down the hall garbage chute. Oblivious to the
recent activity, Jimmy thought, "this is not happening to me, now I gotta try on
clothes with him and take his charity. Although he did realize he needed
something for the dance." The Dr. returned a moment later with the blazer. It
was sure is nice looking, Jimmy thought. The Dr. offered it to him, standing a
few feet from the sectional where Jimmy was.

Jimmy paused for a second, and with one hand reached for it, keeping his other
over the obscene hardon bulge and its sopping precum stain. He turned his back
to Doctor and slipped it on, "fits good" he commented and began taking it off
quickly. Where was Jenn, he thought.

"Hey, don't take it off BOY, I have to see how it fits, maybe our maid can take
up the sleeves," the man said, adjusting the jacket on the boy's shoulders and
spinning the teen around to face him. "Boy you are built like a brick shithouse,
pecs are showroom perfect, flex for me, c'mon boy, don't be shy." Jimmy turned
deep red, but obliged the man. Nice...very nice Jeff...I mean Jim. Sorry, boy, I
keep forgetting that Jeff is the smart one with a future..."

 Without warning the Dr. lifted up Jimmy's tee, and studied his abs.
"Flex,,,okay,,,okay now relax them,,,good boy, now put your hands at your sides
I have to judge the sleeve length." Without warning again, the man reached into
the waistband of the boys old jeans, his long fingers digging deep enough to
brush the boys sandy blonde pubic hair. The Dr. secretly laughed to himself, he
was loving this impromptu "exam" he wanted to know what this rube had planned to
stick inside his little princess. His fingers started to pull out, having
"accidentally" yanked on a handful of hair, but then he felt something... WET! 
Dr. Philips was horrified and removed his fingers, sniffing them quickly.

"Why the fuck is this goo leaking outta you, PUNK?" he shouted at the kid. Jimmy
looked up as the Doctor's eyes went from crotch to face and back to crotch.
"What is the meaning of that...you some sort of homo? No one here wants to see
that HILLYBILLY HOSE! He pointed directly to the bulge and its growing cum
stain. "And your pants are soaked!" "I...I...I'm sorry Sir, I couldn't help
it..." Jimmy muttered.

"OBVIOUSLY YOU CAN'T CONTROL THAT "THING". LOOK AT THE NASTY JIZZ STAIN ON THE
FRONT. I SAID FUCKING LOOK DOWN AT IT NOW! GOOD GOD, YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO SMELL
IT, I CAN! SO, THIS IS HOW YOU ARE PRESENTING YOURSELF TO MY DAUGHTER? YOU LIKE
SHOWING OFF THAT "THING"? ANSWER ME! YOU LIKE SHOWING THAT "THING" OFF TO GIRLS?
MAYBE LITTLE GIRLS, TOO? HUH? ARE YOU A FUCKING PERVERT?" he kept slurring and
screaming at the red-faced boy.

Jimmy was shocked and beyond humiliated. "N...N...No..ahhh....I aint." the kid
stammered.

The Doctor stared right through the boy. "I wasn't gonna tell you this, but, I
asked Jeff and his friends to keep an eye on you. And he told me and my wife
some very interesting things about you and that family of yours; for starters he
told me that you had some sort of dorky white trash cock. He said it was all
freaky looking and uncircumcised, just like most backwoods trash boys. Actually,
he said it was like something you would see in a faggot porno magazine.  He told
me your dong was more animal than a human looking. He also said his dog's prick
was better looking than yours was. We had a good laugh over that one, yessiree.
But now you come into MY house and parade around like some horny homo, strutting
around with your Dog Dick aimed at me. And my daughter is gonna have to look at
that sloppy mess? I have half a mind to call your parents and report you. Is
that what you want?" Jimmy stared down, remaining silent; just wishing the man
would stop the verbal abuse. "Answer me fast, Dog Dick, or I call them.
3...2...1."

"No Sir, please don't, I'll clean myself up, I just need some rags" Jimmy
begged, humiliated by the situation, knowing that Jeff and the Dr. Philips had
talked about him and his penis, laughing at his both and giving him the nickname
"Dog Dick".  What else could he have possibly told Jennifer's Father?

"There is no time for that, you stupid idiot, because those filthy piece-of-shit
jeans won't dry anytime soon. I'll get you a pair of Jennifer's brothers'
pants," the man then left the room and raced up the stairs. Jimmy couldn't even
raise his eyes to face the man. He returned with a pair of 501 Levi's, waist
size: 27". "Put these on, NOW, before my angel gets home. I don't want her to
have to see this dirty mess. "My God, Jeff was right about you, a horny white
trash loser just like your Dad. Sheesh."

"Sir, where should I go to put these on?" Jimmy asked as he slipped the jacket
off. "You change right here, BOY. For cripes sake, I'm a doctor and you're just
a boy." Jimmy was beyond humiliated; the library door was wide open, he didn't
have underwear on, and the old guy was gonna see his bone. He had wanted to make
a good impression on the man and now he was reduced to being a half-naked punk
named "Dog Dick". "But...but..." Jimmy started to say and changed his mind when
the man stared him down, just as his Dad would. "Hurry the fuck up kid," the
Doctor demanded, "I'll put 'em in the dryer."

Jimmy kicked off his shoes, and unbuttoned the cum-stained Wranglers. They were
snug on him with a 29" waist, but he had no idea how small the Levi's might be.
Jimmy turned his back to the man and dropped his jeans, lifting his leg to slip
them off his big jock feet and giving the old man a clean view of his pink
puckered asshole and swollen donkey balls hanging down. "Geez, you stink
BOY...don't you ever wash your balls. Maybe I need to teach you how to bathe?"
the Doctor laughed at him. Jimmy was 3 shades of red as he slipped them off the
other foot, and without turning around he asked for the Levi's. "On the sofa,
Dog Dick," Dr. Philips answered, pointing toward the couch across the room,
where he had tossed the jeans. He thought to himself just how much his wife
would have enjoyed this. He would have to fuck with this dumb kid's head one
more time, maybe as an Anniversary present to her. He and Mrs. Philips shared a
wicked sense of humor when it came to raising boys, which was the very reason
Jenn's brother was enlisted in the strictest military training Academy in the
USA. They had mapped out the little fucker's life for him from the Boys Academy
at 6 years old to the elite FEMA Marines at 16 years, with no stops in between.
That little jarhead regretted the day he was born, every single day.  

Jimmy's tee shirt was too small for him and it barely reached his navel, so his
9-inch bone was sticking up and out for the Doctor to see. Without the benefit
of being cut, his foreskin dragged his horse nuts into prominence; they were
almost the size of large plums and hung about 5 inches away from his body in a
hairless wrinkled bag. His little muscle butt stuck out in back and its dimples
were deeply indented. The kid gave up hope and walked across the room openly
exposed. "Awww boy, you are making a fucking mess on my wife's rug. This isn't
your Mom's carpet, Dog Dick. He squeezed the head of his dork to keep it from
leaking more. It was useless; he would have to wipe up the rugs before Jenn got
home. We don't live like the horn-dog trash that you and family are. I heard
Jennifer joking that your Mom is actually your sister, is that true, Dog Dick?"
Since Jimmy couldn't cover his privates, his hardon batted from side-to-side
hitting his thighs with each step, and making an indecent "whap" sound. The poor
muscle boy could only stare at the ground and not say a word, he had never been
so humiliated in front of a stranger in his life. Jennifer's Dad had broken his
spirit. Was he just a stupid Dog Dick after all?

As he crossed the room and passed the foyer door, Jennifer quietly appeared,
hoping to surprise him with a kiss. Instead she was horrified.  She had never
seen Jimmy naked before, let alone with an erection. She put her hands to her
mouth to stifle a scream. Here was her boyfriend, naked with a hardon, parading
around her dad's library like some faggot prostitute. Walking closer she saw her
father smirking. Dr. Philips had seen his precious daughter run up the sidewalk
and come into the house. This was too perfect, he thought. Now she would come to
her senses and drop this white trash scum. The Dr. surveyed the boy and the
situation; while the kid was now useless to his precious daughter, he might make
a nice mule for the cabin trip with the guys and maybe even a new pool-boy for
his wife.

"JENN!" the Doctor feigned shock, "darling you shouldn't have to see this."
Jimmy spun and saw his teenage girlfriend standing in the doorway, staring at
his naked dork, which now had another long string of white jizz hanging from the
tip. She was amazed at the size of the ugly purple head, peeking out from under
all of that excess dick skin, he didn't look like the regular boys at all! Plus,
all the white slop messing up the rug. Her Mom was going to freak out. He
repulsed her, flaunting his body like this for her and her Dad. As if he was
some big shot New York model. Jeff was right about him being a hillbilly retard
with some penis like an animal. How could she have been so stupid to even date
him? Ugh! Nasty boys with nasty parts.

"JIMMY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" she screamed at him. Appalled and in shock,
she couldn't take her eyes off his dripping cock as he attempted to cover it. He
held his meat with one hand and tried to cover his bag with the other. Too much
dick was still showing and he looked at her as if he were going to cry. He
glanced back her Father, who had moved to the sofa, sitting next to the jeans,
"I can explain Babe, please just let me..." Jimmy began. The old man shut him
down, cold. 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP TRASH-BOY! Sweetness, I never wanted you exposed to any
perversity. I was simply trying to help this dumb boy by giving him some old
clothes, I felt sorry for him seeing how obviously poor and uneducated he is.
But he couldn't control his testicles and they slopped up his pants, I was
trying to give him a pair of your brothers so he would make a good impression on
you." Jimmy was still frozen trying to keep his hands in front of himself, while
the tears built up in his eyes. Her Dad used phrases and words including Dog
Dick, white trash cock, trailer park assmuncher, closeted homosexual, garbage
hose, ball-scum, and animal-looking-baby-makers. The boy was totally broken
down, openly weeping & apologizing to his best girl (who was now so disgusted
with his lack of respect that she doubted she would ever see him again.) Thank
God for men like Jeff Hanks, she thought, to protect her forever from inbred
pervs like this one. 

She yelled, "Jimmy, you filthy faggot, just shut up and get that ugly Dog Dick
out of here, NOW, and don't come back, you were right Daddy, he is nothing but
scum," with that she ran to her father and held him close. The old man spoke,
"You heard her, Dog Dick, get out of here before I call the cops." Jimmy was
horrified & crushed, the tears continued flowing freely down his young handsome
face. "Please listen to me Jenn..." he attempted.

He pleaded, crying and yelling, "I LOVE YOU JENNIFER", but her Dad shut him down
again. He reached for the Levi's as her father quickly cut him off, "you leave
with what you brought."

The older man rose and grabbed Jimmy by both the wavy blond hairs on his head
and the blond bush at the base of his penis. He had 2 heaping handfuls of 1
scared boy. Jimmy hadn't even picked up his shoes yet as Dr. Philips marched him
to the foyer then, yanked up the back of Jimmy's tee and pulled it over the
boys' head from behind, throwing Jimmy into darkness and confusion. Dr. Philips
then simply opened the front door, and tossed the blinded idiot hick out onto
the front lawn. The kid landed on his back with his legs up in the air and
spread wide.  Neighbors on both sides looked over laughing; one ran inside to
get his camera. Jimmy scrambled to pull his t-shirt back down to cover even a
part of his totally naked teenage body, he spun too fast and fell down onto all
4's, exposing his little pink hole and low hangers to the world.  He had to get
his wet jeans back on. Jennifer's Dad then began yelling at him, "you filthy fag
pervert, stay away from my daughter FOREVER. If I even see your face on this
side of town, you'll be grabbing your ankles for every nigger in Juvey Hall."
Jimmy pulled up his stained jeans, forcing his floppy dong down his right leg.
He ran barefoot down the drive and toward "his side of town", crying and
terrified. His crotch made a squishy noise as he ran...and some cum-bubbles even
formed around the zipper. As he passed a neighbor's house, the man tending to
his grass sprayed the dumb kid with his garden hose, laughing.

If his Dad ever found out...oh please...God no.

He finally slowed down a few blocks away. His crying had become quiet sobs and
he had to sit, he was soaking wet and his feet were cut and bleeding from gravel
and glass. "Why was this happening?" he thought to himself. Jennifer was the
only girl who really liked him, and not just for his body or his cock. She
listened to his hopes, his opinions, and his fears. He could tell her how rough
life at home was. How Matt got allowance, freedom and privilege, while Jimmy was
forced to stick to the "House Rules", an ever growing and changing list of
policies. The Rules had to be followed and if they weren't, Jimmy was punished
accordingly and most often brutally. He was going to be late getting home which
was a key offense. Mentally he tried to scan the latest list and remember the
discipline that came with being late from school...

He had been made to write a copy of the Rules chart into his notebook, so he
would just look on the inside cover. Where were his fuckin books ??

He thought for a moment. Just then he realized that he had left his whole gym
bag in Jennifer's library, and aloud he actually said.

Very quietly Jimmy said...Oh, God, NO PLEASE NOT AGAIN!  

To be continued...