From Humiliation Comes Hope Part 3
By Mickie

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Copyright 2009 by Mickie, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 3: From Unknown to Nicknamed

My alarm clock buzzing woke me up the next morning. I stretched over to turn it off. My bottom was still felt tender but at least laying on it wasn't impossible. Hey wait a minute my wrists weren't tied behind my back anymore. I could still see the slight marks from them being tied but I don't think it will be as obvious at school today and that was a major plus. School today, I was so excited and so nervous. Kate doesn't realize what she did to me; just the suggestion of a blow job to a horny boy like me was making my thoughts into jell-o. I needed to calm down and focus. I mean nothing might happen today at all. In fact a day at school where nothing happened would be a good day. I needed to calm down, I needed a quick release. A quickie hand job would take the edge off. Kate started school later and so I should have a half an hour before I needed to worry about her. I think I stayed hard all night my balls ache. I don't think I would need 5 minutes in my current state.

Then in walks my mom, as I lay in all my small but stiff glory. I flip over as she laughs.

"Mickie don't worry about it. All guys wakeup with one of those, just go use the bathroom and it will go down. Ms. Karens was right you do have a cute little guy," she says as she ruffles my hair.

I don't move right away which unfortunately gives my mother time to sit and inspect my bottom. I flinch at her touch.

"Still tender I see. But it looks like you are healing fine. Now scoot off to the bathroom with you." She commands and swats my bottom.

I scurry off to the bathroom, my little self bouncing in front of me the whole way.

I do have to pee which isn't easy when you are so hard as I was. I manage it and then wash my hands and face. I even wash up my whole body except for the circles with a warm wash cloth. I was hoping to lesson the lavender scent. It felt good to be so clean. I even remembered my deodorant. Now to take a minute and relieve some tension before Kate catches me.

I fantasize about Stacey's sweet hands caressing my body, as I sit on the toilet with my eyes closed.

"That is not going to help it become soft son." My mom breaks in on my thoughts. My eyes flip open as my mother is standing there hold clothes for me to wear for the day.

I am mortified. My mother just walks out leaving my clothes on the counter and the door open.

"Hey little brother," Kate strolls into the bathroom.

I am sitting hunched over my hands hold my erection down even though it was too late my mother had seen.

"Kate can you give me a minute?" I ask.

"Ah no I can't. I mind as well watch to see how you have been wiping. Maybe I can offer you a few pointers."

"I have already wiped." I lie.

"Ok then standup and bend over." She answers with a tone that she knows I am lying.

I stand up and bend over pulling erection in front of me.

Kate swats my ass and pulls me around by the shoulder.

"Somebody trying to play with himself again this morning. Maybe I am going to have to find a way to keep you under lock and key." She playfully threaten while pull my arms out of her view.

"I get that way in the morning, it just means I have to go to the bathroom." I try another lie.

She laughs and bobbles my little self, "Yeah I guess that is why you are sticky wet on the tip. Quit your lies and lets just get you dressed little brother."

To add to my humiliation Kate insists on helping me get dressed. I am relieved to have yellow underwear for today. It was better that the pale pink ones anyway. Kate sends me off to breakfast and says she will deal with my playing with myself when she gets home from school today.

I eat a quick lunch and off to the bus. The bus is a scary place for me. I am the smallest kid on the bus and I watched another boy get pantsed the first day of school for sitting in another kid's seat. The unnerving thing was you never know where the bullies want to sit. They move around and guys like me try to stay at least one step out of their way. As if the thought of being pantsed wasn't bad enough. How would I explain my yellow panties. Today was my lucky day I grabbed the seat right behind the bus driver. None of the tough kids want to sit up there. Usually some other nerds have beaten me to this seat but not today. Maybe today would be a lucky day.

Casey Ashland decides to sit next to me but she turns the other way the whole time and talks to her friends. Normally having Casey's back to look at would be great. But today I found myself sweating and nervous. I could see the top of her underwear through that small gap that happens in the back you sit and bent forward talking. I think she was wearing the same ones as me, only she had the electric pink. I could also make out the outline of her bra. The hairs on the back of her neck looked inviting. Wow I am so horny. I am so hard and girls panties don't help hold back an erection like boys underwear. Please don't be noticed. Panties by the way are so not comfortable. I mean my "little mickie" loves the soft feel but that just helps to keep me hard. Worse is the butt, they feel like you are constantly on the verge having a wedgie and the thinner material offers no comfortable padding to my tender bottom.

As we get off the bus I hear Casey and her friends make fun of some other girl who sat behind me saying she smelled like old lady perfume. I couldn't help but worry is was me and made a bee line for the school. I just needed to make it through this day without making a seen.

Stacey jumped me from behind as soon as I walked inside the front door. She grabs me by the arms and pulls me into the bathroom. I would have been happy if she said hi to me but pulling me into the girl's room was unnerving.

She seems so happy to see me and gives me a hug. "Oh you smell perfect sweetie."

I can't help but smile and say, "Thanks."

"Oh Mickie I just love your panties that are so perfect. They just about make my day sweetie." Stacey starts darkening my circles. She finishes by squeezes my hard little wet tip. It hurts but I so hungry for more. She just giggles as she snaps my pants back in place.

"There you go baby all set for class later," she add as she strokes my cheek. I go speak and she sticks her sticky finger in my mouth.

"Clean these for me OK baby," She coos at me.

I feel like such a looser but I suck my own juice off of Stacey's fingers. Someone starts to come in the door. Stacey quickly kisses me on the lips and shoves me in the stall closing the door and loudly says good bye to the two girls coming in.

I quickly lock the door and get my feet up not to be caught. These girls take forever playing with their hair and then dash out of the door. The first bell rings as I sneak out of the girl's room and I still haven't been to my locker and the taste of my own cum lingers in my mouth.

I have never been late for homeroom, I am filled with dread and fear but really I don't know why. My home room teacher is a gym teacher Mr Lenord and he doesn't even take attendance as much as talk shop with some of his future players. Still I am ready to crap my pants when I walk in the door and he yells my name. I meekly go over to him where he yells at me for being late and then informs me to not come to gym today but instead to report to the science lab. He notes that since I will be spending my gym period in the science lab, he could all but fail me for gym but suggests that I could still get a passing grade if I volunteer to clean up after school on Fridays. I thank him and promise to be there. He slaps me on the back and tells me he knew he could count on me. I am such a sucker.

The rest of the morning is a jumble of classes. Did my teachers actually try to teach? I don't remember a word. At lunch I huddle at a table with a bunch of other freshman boys like myself, I suppose we could be friends in time but this is our first year and our first week. We are all so worried about who might come up and knock over our trays that we haven't actually spent much time talking. Still I do know there names. There is Nialos and David on one side of me and the two boys on the other side I only know by their nicknames, "Hooked" and "Mule." They all seem to be staring at me, at least I thought but really it was Stacey who was coming up behind me. She made me jump when she put her hands on my shoulders. She insisted on calling me "little mickie" when said Hi to me. She smiled at me and told me she was so excited that my gym class could be waived so I could help her with her science class. She makes me promise to not be late, to actually get there as early as possible. I promise she kisses my cheek and bounds off in to the waiting arms off some big thug's arms, I can only guess that is her jerk of a boy friend Doug. Why was she over here kissing me if she was with him. The boys at the table distracted me. They didn't actually speak to me as much as wonder out loud. "Wow no gym class." "That would be so cool" "Extra time in the science lab even better", "In the Science lab with Stacey, dam does it get any better." For the first time in my high school carrier I feel like winner." I mean I was nervous as hell about what would happen in science class. Would Stacey have me all to herself or would I be shared with the class.....no I couldn't even think of what that might mean. Still it was cool to have others think my life was awesome even if the reality was far worse.

Before my head could clear, I found myself racing to the science lab filled with excitement and fear. It would be great to be with Stacey again but what would be happening to me. Stacey found me in the hall and takes me by the hand and brings me into small supply room off of the main classroom. Before I can say a thing Stacey is taking off my clothes. I am standing before her in just my little yellow panties, I am still erect I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least semi hard.

Doug Stacey boyfriend walks in the room. "So this is your new pet, Stacey."

"Doug this is little mickie."

"Hey little mickie, your panties are cute." Doug mocks me.

Stacey leads Doug to the door and tells him, "Not now Doug, I have to get mickie ready for a class presentation."

"Well when then?"

"Later I promise I will work something out, now please just go."

Doug leaves and in walks Ms Chomsky. She asked Stacey how much time she needs. Stacey looks me up and down and then looks at Ms. Chomsky and says 15mins. Ms Chomsky agrees but tells Stacey to make it quick as she leaves.

Stacey draws closer to me, her lips are right at my forehead with the short heals she is wearing today. As she kisses my forehead she reaches in and grabs my erection. Her breast dangle in front of me and I am amazed at her touch and shocked with a teacher and room full of students right in the next room. She giggles and whispers she loves my cute little mickie. She then explains in hushed tones as she strokes me that she was hoping today would be different that she would be able to give me a big surprise but that Ms. Chomsky is demanding that she do a presentation about the research to the class, I will be her demonstration.

"Mickie sweetie I have big plans for you, I have a big treat for you soon. Do you know what a blow job is? It when you take a big hard cock in your wet mouth and you massage it with your soft lips and bath it with your hungry tongue." Stacey purred to me as she stoked my little mickie. I couldn't take it anymore I began to cum as I never have before. Stacey surprised me in two ways. She somehow managed to have a glass beaker in her hand and she milked me very strongly into the beaker. It felt incredible. Second Stacey gave me a full throated kiss. I had never had a tongue in my mouth but it was awesome. I actually felt light headed and Stacey helped me lay down on the table in the room. It was then that I realized it was a rolling table and it was where she wanted me all along. Stacey told me that I seemed more relaxed and smiled and winked at me. She took off my panties and cleaned me up. She told me I was a sweet kisser but then she thought for a moment and said I needed this and she pulled out a tube of lip stick. I told her I can't wear lip stick. She giggled and said it wasn't lip stick, lip stick was for girls. She told me it was just gloss to make my lips soft, better for kisses, she said it would make a sweet boy like me a better kisser. I pucker for her to put it on my lips, it had a cherry taste.

I then gave her a pleading look and asked, "Do I really need to go out there naked?."

She thanked me for remindering her and she put the plague card over my privates. She told me I would be great. She would take care of me. She then asked what was I doing after school? I told her I was helping cleanup the gym. She said perfect and she would come find me. And with that she rolled me out into the class with just a small piece of cardboard covering my privates.

Ms Chomsky seems please by our arrival. The class was full of commotion about who was being rolled in practically naked to the class. Ms Chomsky easily settled the class to complete silence and Ms. Chomsky explained that Stacey would be reviewing the procedure. I looked out and noticed everyone wasn't looking at me but at a huge TV monitor. The table I was on was placed under the camera and now I was on TV. I was sweating despite the room being cold. My relatively naked self on display. The camera focused in on just my private area. The lights were dimmed to make the TV standout.

Ms. Chomsky instructed Stacey to pass out the handouts. Stacey explained that the office would only allow her to make 1 copy as a student and so she didn't have enough for the class. Ms. Chomsky seemed annoyed but took the hand out and said she would go make copies. She instructed Stacey to begin to explain the test circles with the help of her lab partner. Just my luck it turned out to be Casey Ashland from the bus this morning. Great she sort of knew who I was.

When the teacher left, the students started in. Who was I? They wanted to know. Casey said I was some freshman on her bus. But then Stacey tried to defend me, "It is a friend of mine, his name is Little Mickie. And he is brave enough to help us out with this project so maybe we can cut him some slack OK guys."

The class just laughed when she called me little mickie. "He sure looks little." "I bet all of him is little." "Quick show us what he's got before the teacher comes back." Casey flips up the plague and class breaks into laughter. Stacey quickly covers me and helps to calm me down enough to stay on the table. The comments pour in from around the room with lots of laughter mixed in.

"Dude he is old enough to be in high school?"
"More like preschool size"
"Hey little mickie has a little mickie." "Little that thing is microscopic!" "Microscopic? It is more like he does have one at all."
No Listen guys, he is not 'little mickie,' he is 'mickie-less.' And with that whole class bursts into laughter and I didn't know it yet but I had just been baptized with my new nickname. On the first Friday of my freshman year of high school my name is set, I will now unofficial be dubbed 'mickieless.' I guess they couldn't yell hey "dickless" down the school hallway but yelling hey "mickieless" would work and I could be ashamed all the same. Even Stacey is smilling as she tries to hold back from laughing. I am ready to get up and bolt out of the room.

Only Ms. Chomsky return calms the class and leaves me frozen on the table in my shame.

That is when she hits them all with a bomb. "Keep laughing all of you but after today will see how many of you join mickie. Your next assignment is to obtain a vollenteer like Stacey has to contribute to the research.'

"But Ms. Chomsky what if we can't get a volunteer?" "Then you will have to be one of the volunteers." The room felt silent. They realized that my fate could soon be their own if they couldn't find someone to do it for them." The weak-of-will freshman would now be hunt down like prey to save the cool kids from embarrassment during the following week. But that is someone else's story.

I was still ashamed at being so made fun of but I couldn't wait until some of these jokers would join me and now be part of the joke. Stacey was summoned to continue with her demonstration. Casey was relegated to handing out the copies but before she left my side, she whispered in my ear. "mickieless, it was you on the bus. You smell just like my grandmother." She left my side with a knowing smile on her face. As if I did have enough of a reason to be ashamed already.

When Stacey is done, she rolls me into the next room, I get dressed. Stacey holds up a glass beaker and says here drink this. I can tell it is the beaker I came in earlier but now some sort of yellow liquid has been added to it. I don't want to drink my own come but Stacey insists it will help calm my nerves. I start to drink it, it is like bad lemonaid only not so sweet. I start to cough and stop but Stacey holds it up and pushes me to finish the whole beaker. My throat is burning a little. My whole face feels warm and my chest is starting to warm, like I can feel it seeping into my whole body. I begin to worry, did Stacey poison me?

"What was that stuff?" I choke out.

"It is called limoncello the perfect accent for your sweet juice." Stacey coos at me, "Don't worry little mickie it will help calm your nerves for the afternoon. Now scoot off to gym before the bell rings and the whole class is out in the hall to bother you."

First she insists on freshening up my lips gloss and gives me one last admonition, "Don't let any of those sweaty gym boys tempt you mickie, save yourself for me. I will be there as soon as I can when class is over."

Feeling warm all over I walking to the gym. As horrorible as the day has been, I am already starting to feel better. I think I might like limoncello even if it does taste like liquid cough drops. I have never had alcohol before. So many first for me today.

I find Mr. Lenord who seems to have forgotten I was coming and so has forced many of my classmates to clean up during there gym class. He send me to go around the outside fields and find any missing or lost equipment and bring to the supply closet. Boring but at least easy. Stupid old baseballs, a Frisbee not much else just a walk around the fields. It seems to help put me a mellow mood which is surprising given my crazy day but it does. Maybe the limoncello helped I don't know. I didn't feel drunk though. I mean I didn't feel what I thought drunk felt like. I could walk pretty strait and my speech was fine.

When I got back Mr. Lenord was in his office the whole gym seem deserted. He told me I could be on my way but made me promise I would be back next Friday and I am sure he will have more for me to do them.. I was a little disappointed to not see Stacey but she had me so confused these days I was also sort of glad.

I jumped when she surprised me from behind in the hallway just out the gym. I couldn't help but smile to see her and get a warm hug from her. I didn't even mind her nickname for me, "little mickie," at least not when we were alone like this. Actually we had never been alone like this. We walked hand in hand down the school hallway. I imagined us a couple and our other cool friends might wave hi to us as we went hand and hand to class.

As we walk, Stacey snuggles up next to me and whispers, "So are you ready for your big surprise?"

Trying to seem cool but with my throat suddenly dry I croak out, "Well yeah, sure. Um but where are we going to do i?. Um I mean only if you want to.."

Stacey laughs as she leads me out the front door of the school, "Doug live just around the block his parents are never home."

"Um Doug's house? Um won't he mind?"

I was instantly hard just listening to Stacey talk and feel her arm around me. We reach what I could only guess is Doug's house.

"Stacey I don't know if I can do this in front of Doug." I say as she rings the door bell.

"Don't be silly sweetie. I mean who are you going to give a blow job if Doug is not there? Oh wait do you have some other boy you are sweet on?"

I am shocked speechless. I am giving the blow job? I thought I was getting a blow job! Doug opens the door and pulls us both inside. He is dressed in just a t-shirt and boxer shorts.

Stacey gives Doug a lingering kiss and says, "You look like you are in a hurry."

Doug blushes. Stacey laughs and tell him to be patient and go wait in his room that she and I have to go get ready. Doug rushes off. He and I never speak I think we are both feeling pretty shy about this whole thing.

"Listen sweetie I know you seemed shocked that it is Doug but if you were really interested in someone else I wish you had told me sooner. I mean I can still try and workout another opportunity for you but you can't just leave poor Doug all excited like this and besides you don't want to let me down do you baby doll?"

"I am just not sure I can do this."

In a harsher tone, "You already agreed to do this. You aren't going to make us both look like liars now are you? I spoke with Kate I know she had to spank you yesterday, I mean I saw for myself your bottom is petty torn up. So you have two choices here my little doll baby. You can go along and make me very happy and proud of you or you can risk our friendship and I will have to get Doug to help me spank you and then you will of course still have to please Doug. It is your call honey baby."

It was hard to argue with Stacey especially as she stood their topless in front of me. So I could believe it but I said, "OK what do, I have to do."

Stacey squealed with excitement and gave me a big hug. I had never been so close to boobs in my life. Stacey then returned to her excited tone and said that I should think of this all as acting. She would tell me what to do and say and she would dress me perfect. And with that She put her bra on me. The cups at first seemed empty but then she adjusted the straps so it was tight and push my small little boobs so that it almost seemed like I had tits only not really. Second she started putting makeup on me and had me take off my jeans. I was now standing in my panties and Stacey's bra with a face full of makeup. She next she did my toe nails and finger nails. Lastly Stacey surprised me with a wig from her book back and had me put on her high heals.

She had me look in the mirror and I was surprised by what I saw. I mean I felt stupid but I didn't look like a clown. I looked like teen girl who had stolen her mother's bra because she didn't have much yet. I mean I guess my little hard erection was different too but it barely seemed to show. Stacey put on my shirt which fit her tight and only seem to highlight that she didn't have on a bra. Stacey and told me what to do and say. Now it was time to act out my script.

There was music playing down the hall as we reached Doug's room the door was open. Doug had actually fallen asleep. He looked like he had been sitting on the edge of his bed and laid back and fallen asleep waiting for us. His leg off the side of the bed planted on the floor. He was shirtless and his muscular chest was breathing up and down in front of us.

Stacey whispered I could lick him to wake him up. She reminded me, that he really isn't that big but that I should pretend he is and tell him so and tell him how good he tastes.

I awkwardly walk in and got down on my knees. Stacey helped me down, it was hard to walk in heals. The carpet was also rough on my knees soft knees. Together Stacey helped me fish him out of his boxers. He was soft and she was right he wasn't much bigger than the width of my hand.

"Kiss the tip." She held it for me. I did, it was softer even than my lips. "Here take it in your hands now and lick it all around." I did and Doug stirred and grew in my hands. He was much bigger now. Stacey might not have thought him all that big but staring at it seemed big enough to me. His shaft was maybe the size of a hot dog with a kitchen nobb on top of it. Not huge I guess but at least two inches bigger than I had ever been. I guess I am sissy sized after all.

Dough wakes and he sits up. Our eyes locked. He seemed shy and almost worried with my hands on him. I could see he was a cute boy and I understood what Stacey saw in him for the first time. I was jealous but I saw what Stacey saw in him. As Stacey stroked my hair, I remember what she had told me to say and I did, "Your so big Doug and you taste so good, I am hungry for your cum."

I took him in my mouth I tried to relax and let in as much of him as I could. Stacey had warned me that it was OK if I couldn't go all the way. She said I would get better in time but might never fully deep throat. It was mostly in when it tickled my throat I gagged. Stacey and Doug laughed and Stacey coached me to now just suck and pump him.

Stacey then left me to go kiss Doug. I was lonely and felt ignored as they made out above me. I would show them. I relaxed, took a deep breath and took him deep again. As he reached the back of my throat I wiggle my head a little and slowly, relentlessly I took Doug down my throat. Before I knew it my nose was meshed into his pubic hairs. I couldn't breath and I needed to breath I gagged and pulled back. I coughed a little but I had done it. Stacey and Doug both had given me their full attention.

Stacey looked impressed.

Doug muttered, "mickieless is the bestest."

Stacey playful hit him in the arm. He gave her a look like he didn't know what he had said wrong. I decided to take Doug in again. This time he couldn't hold still and squirted in me. The first shot went right down my throat I didn't even taste it. The next filled my mouth and then last two squirts hit my lips and face. Fortunately they were smaller. I swallowed most of him cum. Stacey sucked and kissed the rest from my face. She was so very proud of me. Doug had moan his approval as he came and now was breathing heavy on his back.

I happy that Stacey was proud of me and I felt smug that I could take all of Doug. But I also was ashamed. I mean what was I now. Was I gay? Not really I preferred Stacey to Doug but still. I wasn't much of a man to offer Stacey. Stacey helped me out of my confusion. I was Stacey's little doll baby. I was her little mickie. I might be mickieless to everyone else but at least Stacey thought I had a cute little mickie.

While Doug recovered, Stacey happily took me to the bathroom and helped me clean up. She took back bra. She actually let me help her put it in back on. I had a ragging hard on. My hands had actually touched the side of her beasts. She didn't put a shirt back on right away but in just her bra she washed the makeup off of my face and put the wig away. She would give me little kisses as she cleaned me up. She took the polish off my finger nails and then asked if she could keep my shirt. I told sure. I don't know how to say No to her I begin to realize but don't really care. She gave me her blouse to wear which seemed silly but at least I had a shirt. She bent down and took her shoes back. Her face was now even with my little mickie. It was leaking and hard. She smiled up at me and said, "Looks like you enjoyed yourself after all sweatie."

I couldn't help but smile back and tell her I did. Really I enjoy now and being with her. I so hoped she would relieve my tension but she didn't and I was too bashful to ask. She told me I seemed like a loaded gun. She told me to be a good boy on my way home and not touch myself as that was up to Kate now and I would deserve a big spanking if I was naughty. She then lightly dusted my privates with pink dust, I guess it was some sort of blush. I don't know makeup very well but it was clear if I tried to jerk off this stuff would either blow off or leave obvious streaks. Her light touch only heightened my desire for release. To my angst she slipped me into my jeans and gave me my socks and shoes. I hesitatingly asked her about my toe nail polish and she told me to leave it as she liked it, she knew Kate wouldn't mind and who would see it over the weekend. She told me I could ask Kate's permission to remove it for school on Monday if I wanted and she would forgive me.

I thought better of complaining but part of me want to yell I didn't need Kate's permission. However the rest of me was just glad to be in the same room with Stacey. I thought I would have a long walk home when to my surprise a horn honked and my mom's car was out front. Stacey had called Kate who told my mom I was studying at Doug's house and asked if she could pick me up just in time for dinner.

Stacey kisses me on the lips out front where my mom can see not an open mouth kiss but still a kiss in front of my mom. I run to the car blushing. I was so confused at least I would have the weekend to figure what was going on with me and Stacey.