Some New Disaster

Chapter 2
Lesson I: Safe Sex

Chapter Description: Male masturbation and humiliation

“Derek, would you please step forward?”

The blond-haired 17-year-old did so. He hadn’t the faintest clue of what to expect when Miss Berdette positioned him close to a blue plastic chair.

“Our first remedial lesson is on safe sex,” the teacher declared.

Derek smiled surreptitiously, glancing at the female members of his singled-out collective. He wondered with whom he’d get to play-act. Maybe this wouldn’t be such a rotten deal after all.

“And,” Miss Berdette continued, “as we all know -- or should have known come test time -- the safest sex of all is masturbation. Derek, if you’d please demonstrate.”

“Huh?” the boy squeaked, utterly surprised, but he had already made his way to the chair and taken a seat. Derek unzipped the fly of his cargo shorts, reached inside, fished out his circumcised penis, and began tugging on its limp length in front of the entire class. His attempts at protest, both physical and verbal, failed entirely.

The laughter hit his ears first. It burned. All of his peers in the classroom, from friends to acquaintances to enemies, howled and pointed as the teenager helplessly stroked his dick for their edification and entertainment.

“You’ll notice,” said the teacher, extending a metal pointer and directing it towards a large pull-down poster of the male genitalia, “that, as our young man here plays with himself, he will develop an erection-- a rush of blood to the penis that precedes ejaculation. During this phase, Derek’s meatus -- it’s not called a slit -- will emit a clear fluid called pre-ejaculate, or Cowper’s gland secretion, which he can and will use as lubricant.”

Derek’s surprise turned to humiliation and horror as he found himself helplessly demonstrating his instructor’s lesson. He didn’t think it possible, but, in spite of his internal feelings, his penis did in fact extend to a stiff but unremarkable five-and-a-half inches as he tugged on it in much the same manner as he had hundreds of times over the course of the prior three years. But those times had been in the reassuring embrace of carefully-orchestrated privacy. Here, in front of his home economics class, as Derek’s exposed boner drooled slick liquid from its head and caused its owner to let out a weak moan every few times his hand slide along its shaft, all the boy wanted to do was vanish.

“Now, the boy will commonly find that he will benefit sexually from abusing other sensitive parts of his body as he masturbates. He may, for example, remove his shirt and begin playing with his nipples.” Derek did so immediately, pulling his polo shirt over his head and tossing it aside with his left hand as his right continued pumping slippery fluid over his throbbing cock. The young man toyed with the nipples on his smooth, hairless chest, massaging them and pinching them to perfect hardness, his agonized whine turning into one of pure pleasure.

Most of the other eight F-students lined up along the side wall weren’t having any kind of fun, either. Each stared in awe, some laughing, many not, all wondering what terrors lay in store for them.

Can’t he stop himself? thought more than one pupil. Why doesn’t he scream?

“Or,” taught Miss Berdette, “he’ll strip off his pants and underwear and use his free hand to play with his testicles.” In seconds, Derek was actualizing this, as well. Sitting stark naked on the plastic chair, his clothes distressingly far away, sweat dripping from his blond locks and the cheeks of his butt beginning to make quiet smacking sounds against his seat, the teenager combined his increasingly fevered masturbation with an all-out fondling of his scrotum, showing off his immaculately-manscaped and downy pubic hair to everybody in the room. In a matter of minutes he had gone from looking like an academically-deficient high school student to a candidate auditioning for a terribly amateur internet porn vid. Pre-cum had begun to pool on the plastic between his outspread thighs. He wanted to ejaculate, and badly. He wondered why it was taking so long. Derek eventually, and correctly, concluded that he was in precisely zero control of what he did and how his body responded to it.

“Some boys choose to push something up into their butts while they masturbate. Perhaps a vibrating dildo. One that will tease his prostate -- remember that term, class? -- and lead to a much stronger orgasm. Objects such as these need to be properly lubricated to prevent anal tearing.” Miss Berdette handed Derek the necessary items. “Now, doing something like this doesn’t ‘make’ you gay. Plenty of straight boys, like Derek here, do it regularly.”

Derek had never done it at all, let alone regularly, so sliding the silicone penis into his asshole was a slow, somewhat painful, and wholly humiliating process. He had raised his bare feet up to head-level, exposing his periwinkle sphincter to his classmates, all of whom redoubled their laughter... and Derek caught a gasp in his throat as he worked the lubricated sex toy’s length into his one-way street. The boy flipped the switch on its base and the object began to hum with an insistent vibration. Derek had begun to weep.

Then he started to moan, fucking himself in the ass with long, smooth strokes, and fucking his fist with a relentlessly dribbling cock. Derek’s balls were boiling. He simply couldn’t recall a more urgent need for release in his entire life. He had completely tuned out the maniacal laughter of his classmates, the image of some of the more accomplished students falling out of their desks and rolling around on the floor, the facetious catcalls of other guys loudly asking whether they could have the next go at Derek’s tight ass.

“And,” Miss Berdette concluded, “ultimately, the boy will ejaculate.”

The furious storm of white heat that exploded from Derek’s penis was unprecedented. The boy threw his head backwards in his chair and opened his mouth in a soundless scream-- somewhat of a tactical oversight, as more than a little of his cum arced its way into it. As he unconsciously swallowed that portion of his release, he blew another several contractions’ worth of his seed onto his chest and stomach. It dripped downward. Derek’s denuded heels pounded on the tile floor. It seemed as if it would never end.

But it did. And, when it did, Derek slumped forward in his seat, the bleachlike smell of his semen rising into his nostrils, the hoots and hollers of his classmates flooding into his ears, the perfect humiliation of his live performance registering in his head and cementing itself as a permanent blight in one corner of his mind.

“As an addendum, it’s worth noting that a man’s ejaculate is perfectly nontoxic if he’s free of infection and disease, sexually-transmitted or otherwise.” Miss Berdette smiled at the exhausted, defeated boy on the chair, who was currently panting for delicious air as his ejaculation dripped from his naked form. “And you’re a pretty healthy young man... aren’t you, Derek?”

The F-student had no fight left in him. Using two fingers as a rudimentary utensil, he slid them along his skin and morosely ate his lunch while he sat at the head of the class.