At 12:45 p.m., boy showed up to the cabin as ordered. Boy was dressed in moth-holed tightie whities, the #Hashtag t-shirt enumerating boy's most embarrassing fetishes.
Sir J tore several of the many holes in the tightie whities bigger -- leaving just BARELY enough to cover for lunch at 1 p.m. On the porch, he called boy a LOSER and, embarrassingly, boy immediately boned right up. He used his booted feet to begin to tenderize boy's inner thighs -- and boy's junk.
He found it amusing to hold boy's boner to keep his balance as he raised his feet to kick boy's thighs. There were #Witnesses walking by and they just laughed.
Sir J grabbed boy's junk and used it to lead boy into the cabin. Boy was embarrassed as Sir J introduced boy around to his cabin mates. Too many #Witnesses. Argh.
But that was just the start. Sir J pulled out a horrid clown wig with a bald top and stringy frazzled gray hair on the sides and back. Sir J made sure the hair looked as awful as possible (and from the pic, one can see that was pretty awful), all the while keeping up a running patter about how silly and pathetic the loser boy looked...and how everyone at camp (all 300!) would soon #Witness this.
Then Sir J pulled out a red rubber clown nose and added it to the outfit making boy look even more ridiculous if that was possible. The #Witnesses in the cabin laughed. Boy blushed. And boned up. Which caused more laughter. Sir J gathered up a couple empty pie tins and a couple full cans of shaving cream. That just made boy dread the eventual gunging.
Sir J used his foot again on boy's junk and inner thighs as the cabin mates laughed and went about their business. Finally, with lunch coming soon, Sir J used boy's junk (which he pulled out of the torn tightie whities) as a leash and led him out of the cabin into the open.
Sir J realized he needed one more thing and told boy to stand there (right by the road where half the camp was walking to go to lunch) with the scraggly wig and ridiculous clown nose and edge himself. Yowzers. Boy obeyed. Feeling very embarrassed as many guys walked by. The more humiliated boy felt, the closer to shooting boy got...which of course only added to the humiliation and awareness of the many #Witnesses. It seemed like boy was stranded there forever, yet it had to be only minutes.
Sir J returned and using his favorite leash led boy to the grub line. Every single guy stared and laughed as Sir J and boy approached the line. And there were a lot of them. #Witnesses. Sir J continued a hot and humiliating commentary as he asked other #Witnesses for comments on the thoroughly embarrassed boy.
Out of respect for the lunch staff, Sir J stuffed boy's junk back in the tattered and holey low-rise tightie whitie briefs. They hid nothing of boy's embarrassing boner. Everyone could still tell...to boy's continuing horror.
Once inside the door, there was a LONG walk of shame as Sir J used his leash to lead boy past the many guys already waiting in line. There were so many and they all couldn't help but notice the bright red face being led by them.
As boy sat down near the front of the room facing the room for maximum visibility, boy was ordered not to use his hands to eat. Sir J intended to force feed boy in front of the hundreds of assembled #Witnesses. Gulllllllllp.
Sir J picked up a potato chip and held it in front of boy's mouth. Boy leaned forward, and Sit J pulled it back making the boy look even more ridiculous and desperate. Finally, Sir J crushed the chip on the outside of boy's lips and allowed the embarrassed boy to get a few shards as the rest cascaded down the boy's t-shirt and landed in the scantily clad lap.
Similarly, Sir J teased the boy with a catsup-laden hamburger, smearing the catsup, cheese and hamburger grease all over boy's face and shirt. Hunks of potato chips and hamburger bun littered the floor and boy's clothes by the time the meal was done. Boy was horrified by the mess he had made on the table, on his clothes and especially on the floor. But boy was still hard much to Sir Jās amusement. But Sir J had a plan to make it even more traumatic. He instructed boy to eat the pieces if bun off the floor...without using hands. Boy obeyed, knowing full well how out-of-place this was and well aware of the unwanted attention he was attracting from the many #Witnesses.
Boy cleaned up the rest with napkins and was led outside by his aroused junk.
Picking a conspicuous spot in the middle of the camp, Sir J pulled boy's junk out of his shreds of underwear. Boy was instructed to edge himself in full view of the passersby. Turning redder by the moment and getting more and more aroused by each stroke at the continuing complete and utter humiliation, boy obeyed.
Sir J kindly offered some of the menthol-laden shaving cream as a lube...ouchie but in a hot way.
All this time, Sir J had continued to tell loser boy how ridiculous he looked...and pointing out how many #Witnesses had seen this. They would all remember the ridiculous boy's antics for a very long time. Once done, forever humiliated.
As boy obeyed the orders to complete his humiliation by getting closer and closer to cumming, Sir J slowly filled each of the pie tins with shaving cream. Boy's brain was overloading with the hot humiliation scene. Boy felt so dirty for jacking off in the ridiculous loser get up -- with the menthol shaving cream to provide some heat -- in the middle of all the #Witnesses walking by as Sir J calmly pointed all of this out as boy's brain melted down and his arousal took complete control.
Sir J finished creating the two pies he planned to use on his humiliated subject. At this moment all of boy's brain was feeling the intense humiliation of getting turned on so insanely. Sir J said he felt boy was going to cum from the humiliation of getting pied...and proceeded to smash both pies in boy's face.
Sir J was absolutely correct. Boy shot as this final element of the humiliation hit! The awful nose. The ludicrous hairpiece. The shaving cream edging. The pies in the face. The #Witnesses. It all came together and made boy blow his load.
After a few moments for boy to come down, Sir J used a hose to wash the pie and cheeseburger and chips off a thoroughly humiliated and totally flying boy. Boy expected the water to be cold, but it was, at first, bath water temperature. Even by the end, it had only cooled down a bit. It was a *HOT* day. LOL.
As boy returned to reality, sipping some water, Sir J dared boy to lose the tightie whities and wear just the cup he was sipping from instead...a childrenās drink cup printed with cartoon characters. Boy thanked Sir J (not enough) and obediently put on the cup and proceeded to tour the camp with many more looks of shock from those who #Witnessed.
It was a day boy shall long remember. Sir J said we should do another scene next year. Can't wait.
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