Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older.
This story is not intended to mirror reality. It is hopefully a way over the top humiliation story.
Humiliation in fantasy land is humiliating, but not traumatic if you get my drift.
Ned Hayes was sitting on the beach for the fifth day in a row. He wasn't so much bored as he was frustrated. Here he was, 18 years old, alone on a beach during Spring Break.
His mother and her latest boyfriend were off doing whatever it was they were doing. Sex or shopping was his best guess. So here he sat, watching a parade of ridiculously hot women stroll past. Sure, some were in their twenties or thirties, but he knew some of them had to be his age. But as much as he stared at all of them, not one gave him a second glance.
And why would they? At 5' 6" with a body that lacked any real definition, he didn't exactly stand out.
He thought about his brother Mark, all 6' of him, in his last year of college, probably on another beach somewhere, with beautiful women just lining up to sleep with him. The fact that Mark was an asshole didn't ever seem to be a factor in his ability to attract women.
Mark had been 5' 6" his sophomore year of high school, but a couple of growth spurts had him at 5'11" by the time he graduated high school.
Ned had been 5'4" as a sophomore, 5' 5" as a junior and now, 5'6" as a senior. At this rate he might hit 6' when he graduated...from college.
And he thought about Becky, his stepsister and her two friends Rachel and Lauren. He could be on yet another beach with them and his Dad and stepmom Claire right now, but that had it's own drawbacks. First of all, Becky and her pals treated him like he was three years younger than they were even though they were the same age. True or not, he was sure that this was because of his height.
His father, constantly chided him for not being tougher, more of a man, like his brother. And his stepmother enjoyed demeaning him, seeing him as a stand in for his mother, whom she did not get along with.
So no, that beach would be no better than this one. Oh well, he couldn't deny he was getting a killer tan.
As Ned sat on that beach watching all the beautiful, practically naked ladies walk by, he had just one wish, that before the school year ended, at least one girl would see him naked and be happy with what she saw.
Ned's wish would soon be granted, a hundred times over.
"Moon McNally," oh how he used to hate that name.
Spring break for Moon certainly didn't involve any beaches.
Just double shifts in the kitchen of his uncle's restaurant along with his two kid sisters, who both waitressed there, like him, every spring break and summer to make as much money as they could to help out their mother with rent and expenses.
He was an assistant coach now, but he'd carried that name ever since his senior year of high school. For Moon, college had never been an option. Nobody in his family ever gave college a thought, because it was not affordable and not practical.
Yep, he came from a poor family that attended a school chocked full of well to do families.
That is why even now, it bothered him so much that he had been picked on way back then.
And his had not been a random selection. No, those kids knew there might be repercussions, but the calculation was made that if their victim was a poor kid, a scholarship kid, well that kid would have no power to do anything about it.
And they were right.
It was late in the school year on what was called, appropriately enough, "Senior Day."
In May, the Seniors had a "Fun Day," off campus, so "Senior Day" in late April was essentially a make up day for that day, held on a day when the other three grades were off.
The senior class was divided up into four groups for four different activities. For one group it was a dull as dirt discussion on the dangers of Social Media. This lecture was held in the auditorium.
For another it was a forum on sexual harassment, #me too, and gender rules and roles. This lecture was incorporated into PE and was held in the two gyms, first for the boys and then for the girls. For yet another group it was a forum on how to survive college and how to get and keep a job. This was held in individual classrooms, not as a group. Finally, there was a lunch/free period added to the rotation.
The senior class consisted of 528 students, so approximately 130 students per group.
When Moon, Bobby, it was still Bobby back then, was called to the Principals office he thought it was to get some satisfaction, to see those other kids punished.
The room was crowded. His mother was there, father long out of the picture. And then there were the four other Seniors and their parents.
Two of the dads were busy tapping on their phones and a third was actually having a conversation on his, holding up a finger to the group as if to say "just give me a minute."
The principal explained to Bobby, that the four perpetrators were very, very sorry.
"They also would like to apologize to you right now, individually," he said. He put special emphasis on the word individually, as if he was really laying down the law here.
The two girls went first and told Bobby how truly sorry they were. And to anyone listening, they sounded sincere, but Bobby could see a sparkle in their eyes that belied their apologies.
The first boy mumbled out a quick "sorry" that made the principal role his eyes and sigh.
The second boy stood up and strode over to Bobby and using the nickname that was already taking hold, smiled and said, "Sorry Moon. Sorry that we stripped off your gym shorts and tossed you out of the gym causing you to moon half the school. It brought joy to a lot of people though, so I hope you can get over it."
The two girls giggled a bit at this as this last boy stuck out his hand for Bobby to shake.
Bobby just stared at him until the boys father asked, "okay, are we done here?"
And indeed they were. Those four students went on to the Ivy leagues and Bobby acquired a new nickname.
The boy who gave that last apology was Mark Hayes and the father who had raised his finger while on a call and asked if they were done, was, of course, Mark's father.
Senior day, four years later.
While some of the teachers remained, the entire administration had turned over.
Moon had worked a few different jobs since graduating from High School, but this year he had landed himself a job right back here as an assistant coach/PE instructor.
Mark Hayes was about to graduate from Yale or Princeton or wherever.
His parents had divorced and his little brother Ned lived with his mother and was now himself a senior at the same High School.
It had been a good year for Moon, but whenever he saw Senior Day on a calendar, he experienced a little PTSD. Sure it had been four years, but Moon couldn't let it go, the humiliation festered.
When he came across the name Ned Hayes on his class roster that first day of school, his mind immediately went to Senior Day and a chance for retribution
Moon's twin sisters, though not identical twins, Shannon and Patty were also seniors this year. They were a close knit family and Moon enjoyed seeing them everyday. Shannon was the athlete, 5'9", muscular and a star volleyball player. Patty, a bit shorter at 5'7" had a more buxom figure. Shannon was dirty blond, while Patty's red hair was hard to miss.
When the "incident" had happened, they had teased Moon mercilessly for months, but eventually let it go. And now, they were all too eager to help him extract some revenge!
Senior year of high school had been all right for Ned Hayes. He hated that so many girls were taller than he was. Annie Carter had asked him to go to a party this coming weekend and he had turned her down for no other reason than she was a couple inches taller than he was.
That might have been why he had such a crush on Jenny Adams. She was cute and an inch shorter than he was. But she was also cute enough to be popular and attract the attention of lots of boys, boys who were way cooler than he was.
He'd worried about his step sister Becky when the school year began. She was also a senior this year and he was constantly on guard for the teasing that came his way from her and her friends. The teasing had been relentless when her mom and his dad first got married. He had to stay at their house whenever his mom went out of town, which was a lot, and inevitably Becky would host slumber parties on those nights, and "pick on Ned" was always one of the night's main activities. An activity his step mother encouraged.
But at school, Becky, Rachel and Lauren mostly just ignored him.
So on this Senior Day, he was feeling pretty good as he stood in line to file into the boy's gym, especially since he had just spied Jenny in line to enter the girl's gym. He waved at her and got a smile and a wave back! He hadn't even noticed Annie, a few girls back, glowering at him.
He was distracted by yelling to his right and turned to see one of the other groups filing into the Auditorium for their assembly. He saw Becky and her cohort, but as usual, they just ignored him.
.
Finally the gym doors opened and everybody piled in. The plan was to "suit up" and then head for the bleachers. The boys would get the talk first and then do calisthenics, while the girls would do gymnastics first and then get the lecture.
So there were all the boys in their white t-shirts and blue shorts making their way to the bleachers. Soon the lecture was underway.
Coach had warned them that he would not tolerate any foolishness and that he and his assistant, Mr. McNally would be watching. Needless to say, high school boys do not make for the most receptive audience in any circumstance, let alone one that involves a lecture on sex.
There had already been a few warnings when all of the sudden the boy in front of Ned grabbed the back of his head and let out a scream and turned angrily to Ned and yelled, "cut it out!"
Ned was confused.
The lecture stopped and a furious Coach demanded to know what was going on.
The boy insisted that Ned had whacked him on the back of his head.
Ned and two of his friends denied this, but another boy insisted that he had seen Ned do it.
Moon told the coach that he had seen it as well and that Ned was lying.
"Okay then, you," he said, pointing at Ned, "Principal's office now!"
Moon was excited, his plan was working well so far. This is more or less what had happened to him three years ago. He had been set up in the same way he had just set up Ned and was sent to the principal's office.
When the coach's star basketball player, Mark Hayes, escorted him out of the Gym, Mark's buddy and their girlfriends were waiting and pantsed Moon in front of all the students in the quad and then dragged him over to the girls gym and threw him inside and held the door shut.
Moon shook his head tamping down the memory. Ned was pleading his case when Moon spoke again. "Hey coach, instead of sending him to the Principal's office, why not just send him over to the girl's gym?"
Well this got a smile from the coach. This was one of his favorite punishments. His wife as it happened was the girl's coach. She knew if a boy was sent over, her job was to heap as much embarrassment on him as possible.
"Mr. McNally, would you be so kind to escort this young man to Coach Amy at the girl's gym."
While many of the other boys hooted and laughed, Moon gripped Ned by the shoulder and guided him towards the door.
Once out of the gym, Ned started to plead his case with Moon. Moon wasn't listening. He was more interested in the students out on the quad who were taking an interest in them, but really just in Ned.
"Ooh, somebody's in trouble!"
"Hey sexy, nice legs!"
"Oh just you wait," thought Moon.
