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Humiliated 1 (Young Friends/Authoritarian: b/m/humil/underwear )
I enjoy being humiliated, and can perform it quite well on others if the moment is right. I am curious about what it is and why I like it. I associate it with intense, prolonged and sexual pleasure. For you my view of humiliation may be domination, or mastery. The first time it happened to me it was a complete surprise, it is still a favourite wank memory.
Ian was 13 when this happened and I was nearly 11. His sister Ann was 9. We lived close together in the suburbs of London. It was the summer vacation. Ann was a close friend of my younger sister and we would go swimming together almost every day to the local pool. Ann had pretty much decided I was going to be her boyfriend in some way and would be very flirty always trying to kiss or hold hands and she would get tangled in my legs while in the pool as a game.
One afternoon we were back at her house. I knew she had a brother but he was at that age much older and at a different school -- he and I always ignored each other: I was just a kid. He was a stronger, older boy. I had no sex life as such. Used to get erections, but was innocent of all sexual knowledge. I enjoyed kid things: hide and seek, playing, running and fighting and sometimes slightly weird pissing up the wall competitions and showing girls my dick along with boys my own age. It was all just play. That day changed it.
Ann and I were in the house alone watching TV around 4.30 in the afternoon when Ian came striding through the house. Sweaty from a game, he was in school soccer kit and with a rucksack over his shoulder. He was about 5ft.10 skinny under-14 soccer team kid with straight dark hair, white skin and green eyes. They were from Scotland and spoke with regional accents -- I was a Londoner. `OK you two -- not fucking then?" I looked at Ann and she shook her head -- "You are bad Ian, I'll tell our dad you said that." He hadn't stopped to deal with her response but ran up to his room.
About 15 minutes later my sister arrived and she and Ann got into chatting. I could hear moving upstairs and I quietly went up to the closed door I could not make out what was happening. I went over to the bathroom where the door was ajar. Pushing the door to behind me I looked around. I had been in the room before but it smelled different -- not bad, just different. There was no steam so he had not bathed or showered, but the room was strewn with Ian's sports kit.
Across the floor his used school team strip was scattered where it had fallen. I was due to go to that school after the summer and out of a kind of curiosity I picked up the shirt by the shoulders. I held it up to my body and looked at myself in the mirror -- I would look ok in this kit, I guess. I saw that the shirt was darker under his arms. I touched the darkness with my fingers and smelled them from where I had contact with the boy's sweat. It was quite strong and musky, somehow attractive. I raised the shirt to my face and inhaled his armpits -- strange warm smell. I realised it was making me horny. I didn't wank yet, but I got hard ons a lot. I threw down the shirt and then saw the crumpled briefs. I instrinctively picked them up and held them by the waistband. The shape of Ian's cock had stretched out the front panel of the white brief and the cotton was soiled. I felt my cock pumping in my pants and I lifted the front panel of the briefs to
my nose and breathed in. First what I knew was piss around the leg hole to the left side, smelled a bit like mine which I used to smell sometimes when I had worn them a few days - I kind of liked it, but I knew it was not something to do openly. Something for under-the-duvet, to smell before sleeping.
But there was a huge starchy patch, the cotton was almost glued together, under the worn waistband right over to the left hip. That was a new smell. As I was engrossed in breathing this in I looked across to the mirror and saw Ian standing behind me at the half open door. He was wearing just a pair of loose grey track pants -- no other waistband visible. His hand was reaching out and he grabbed my shoulder roughly snatching his intimate clothing from my hand. He pushed the door closed behind him and locked it.
"What the fuck are you up to mate?" He looked at the garment in his hands. I felt my face redden. His eyes were angry and drilled into me. I could see him thinking as he assessed the scene. "So you a queer boy are you? Thought you were into ma wee sister, but here ye are sniffing ma piss and cum." I had no idea what cum was. I know I was even redder. I fell back onto the seat of the toilet. He stood over me looking at the underwear and then me. He was sneering at me as he pushed me back against the tank of the toilet and with his hand through waistband of the pants he trailed them over my face. He smiled menacingly .
"I am going to make you pay for this lady . . . . oh yes indeed"
He was so natural at this. And at 13. He trailed the piss stains over my nose. "Like the smell of ma stale lad's piss do ya you little pervert?" The rolling `r' in pervert was thrilling. His young male voice hardly broken but still much more masculine than mine. "What about ma arse?" He trailed the back of the briefs where he his young arse had tracked the cotton. My eyes saw the marks and I found myself inhaling the thrilling sourness of his body. "And the wank sweat off ma bollocks" -- so many new words along with a delicious sweaty musk smell from between his legs. "And I bet you like this best of all don't ya?" He rotated the briefs so that the thick starchy mark at the waistband hung about half an inch under my nose. Warmed by my breath as I drew in the scent, the drug of young sperm fired my brain. My cock was now helplessly twitching and pumping in my shorts. I could feel like I was pissing warm slime into my underwear. I had just squirted my first load of cum. His eye saw the movement in my shorts. "Right then mate - you filthy little cunt, spunked yersell sniffing ma cock did ya? Well, I'll tell you what's gonna happen now".
Sitting on a toilet in my cum soaked pants with a straight boy standing over me taunting me with his smelly cock and stale underwear. Life was never the same again. More to come.
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