The Goddess of Shame

Jon had been doing his best to forget about his humiliating experience at the museum. He couldn't believe he had been butt naked in front of his hot teacher. It had been several days now, but frequently the entire event would replay in his mind. Now in his shower at home, he tried to wash the memory out of his mind.

Just as he was lathering shampoo on his head, the curtain was suddenly ripped open. Startled, John twirled around with his hands on his head. A beautiful, otherworldly woman in a toga was the culprit. Quickly, he grabbed his shampoo bottle and used it to cover his crotch. Here he was naked again in front of a woman.

"What the hell? Who are you?" he asked.

"Silence mortal," the woman spoke softly but somehow her voice seemed to thunder in Jon's head. "I am Humiliatia, Goddess of Shame." As she said this, her eyes glistened, lit by some unseen fire. What she was saying was crazy, but something about her voice and her appearance made Jon believe her. "You dared disrespect my totem. And now is the time of your punishment."

"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know. How can I make it up to you."

"There is nothing you can do but endure your punishment until I grow bored of you. You will face trials of increasing humiliation until you think you have reached your limit, only to face more. You will pray to me to end your torment, but my justice will not be rushed."

And with that, the woman vanished, leaving Jon alone in his bathroom. Jon finished up his shower in a daze, contemplating the bizarre encounter he'd just had. Stepping out in just a towel, he heard a female voice teasing him, "Hey hot stuff."

Shit. Jon forgot his older sister Alice had invited a friend to spend the night. Julia was down the hall looking incredible. She was a year older than Jon. When they were little, he had a huge crush on he, and they'd had a flirty thing going since he was in middle school, but it hadn't gone anywhere yet. Normally, the cocky Jon would have used this opportunity to show off his torso, toned from soccer practice. But he was terrified by his recent brushes with humiliation. He held onto his towel with a deathgrip as he sheepishly said "Hi Julia," and started heading the other way back to his room.

Now you could not have paid Jon to loosen his grip. He was terrified of any kind of exposure he might suffer. The museum trip was more than enough embarrassment to last him a life time. But as he neared his room he had the weirdest sensation. Even though he consciously tried to stop it, he felt his hand lighten up on its grip on the towel. Slowly his arm went limp by his side. And shortly after, to his horror, he felt the towel begin to lower. He came to a halt just as he felt the towel fall to his ankles. He held out hope for a split second that Julia had retreated back to his sister's room, maybe she hadn't seen anything. And then he heard the wolf whistle. She was drinking in the sight of his bare ass. "Oh my God," he muttered as he bent down to grab his towel. As quick as he could, Jon slipped into his room wishing he were dead.

Meanwhile Julia headed back into Alice's room. Gleefully she announced, "I just saw your brother's naked ass!"

"Ew, what the hell?"

"He was coming out of the shower and dropped his towel. Honestly, he had a nice ass."

"Ew stop! That's my brother. He probably did it on purpose that perv."

"I don't think so. He turned his head over his shoulder after it happened and his face was bright red."

Alice changed the subject as soon as she could. This was not a conversation she particularly wanted to have. But Julia could hardly think of anything else, she had so enjoyed the sight. While talking to Alice, she was imagining all kinds of different scenarios where she would get to see the same view from the front. And as luck would have it, she wouldn't have to wait long for such an event to occur.

A few hours later, Julia told Alice she had to go to the bathroom. But really she walked down the hall to tease Jon. Jon was sitting at his computer in a hoody and lounge pants when he heard a knock on the door. "Hi Jon, good to see you again," Julia teased. Jon felt his face flush pink. He pretended not to catch her meaning and moved on until they were having a normal conversation. After a few minutes Alice came to see where her friend went. She was a bit annoyed to find her with Jon, but she joined in the conversation and pretty soon the three were laughing and having a good time.

After a bit, Jon pulled a handle and some cups from under his bed where he hid it and started pouring. Julia, her mind still running wild, suggested a game of drink or dare. Going in turns everyone would get a dare and if they didn't want to do it they would drink. The trick was to not dare something too outrageous or the person would just drink. You had to do something bad enough to contemplate picking the shot but no so bad the choice was clear. So the first time Jon got to offer the dare he dared Julia to flash her bra. He knew completely taking her top off or flashing her breasts was off the table, at least until a few drinks in. Alice punched his shoulder and called him a perv, but to Jon's delight, Julia really did lift her shirt up for a few seconds. Greedily, he burned the image of her perky breasts in her black bra into his memory.

When it was his turn to get a dare, he figured Julia was going to get him good after what he'd made her do. So he was relieved, when she said "I dare you to do the broomstick challenge." Alice let out a cackle, but shushed when Julia flashed her a dirty look.

"What's the broomstick challenge?" Jon asked.

"It's kind of hard to explain, you have to hold a broom in a certain way and then there's a bit more."

"Ok I'll do it," Jon said, thinking he got off easy.

"Great," Julia said grinning ear to ear while Julia got up to get a broom.

When she got back, Julia took it and started explaining how the challenge worked. "Ok so I'm just going to stick the handle of the broom into your shirt through one sleeve," she explained as she did so. "And then push the broom straight through to the other sleeve." When she was done, Jon was standing with his arms straight out like a T. the handle poked out one sleeve and the bristles were just outside the other sleeve.

"Ok so far, pretty easy. What's the challenge part."

"Ok, well you see how it's hard to move your arms now," Julia explained. Jon wiggled his arms a bit as a test, but the broom kept his arms tightly confined to the T shape. "So now I'm going to get behind you, and see how well you can deal with this..." A bit nervous, Jon waited while Julia moved behind him. He was looking ahead at his sister was staring at the ceiling trying not to laugh. And he quickly learned why.

In one swift movement, Julia pulled Jon's pants and boxers down to his ankles. As his ass came in to view once more, Julia couldn't help but give it a quick, playful smack, eliciting a high pitched squeal from Jon. Frantically he tried to bend down to pull up his pants, but because he had a broom stuck through his sleeves he couldn't bend his arms. This caused him to stumble forward, stepping out of his pants and underwear. Julia and Alice were laughing hysterically while Jon struggled to free his arms from his sleeves. Not content with the rear view, Julia scooped up Jon's pants and underwear and walked around to his front, still laughing her head off.

For a moment she was slack jawed. There beneath his dark green hoodie was Jon's flaccid dick. It was big. Composing herself, Julia slyly teased, "Not bad Jon." And watched with glee as Jon struggled against the broom. With every motion, his penis bounced and Julia watched its every move. She desperately wanted to reach out and grab it, but she controlled herself. The sight alone was pretty good. And then she got lucky. Twisting and turning, Jon stumbled forward again, smacking her with the broom on accident. She wasn't hurt but she did fall backwards on her butt. Before she could get up, Jon once again tried maneuvering his arms out of the sleeve to no avail and stepped forward carelessly. His dick made full contact with Julia's face. To his horror, he felt himself begin to stiffen. He had to hurry up.

Eventually he was able to pull his arms out of his sleeves. He quickly pulled his hoodie down in the front to cover his junk. He was beet red and stammering his protests.

But Julia was very much enjoying the situation. "Well, now you know what the airplane challenge is."

"That was too far," Jon complained, looking ridiculous with his hoodie stretched down as far as he could manage. "Can I have my pants back."

Julia pretended to think for a moment. "Nope."

John rolled his eyes, "Ok well at least turn around while I get something else to wear."

"Sure" Julia said sarcastically as she watched the stud head over to his dresser and pull out a pair of boxers. As he was pulling them up his legs, she slyly took out her phone and quickly snapped a picture of his bare ass right before it disappeared for good.

"Ok, get out I'm going to bed."

The girls marched out of his room, still giggling. Jon turned off his lights, buried his face in his pillow and stifled a scream. He could just about die from embarrassment. He closed his eyes trying to go to sleep, but a few minutes later his phone buzzed. It was a text from Julia. To his horror it was a picture of his bare butt and a few seconds later a text reading simply "Memories." Jon begged her to delete the picture. But of course she wasn't going to do that. She did, however, promise not to show it to anyone, and Jon figured he just had to trust her on that.