Walk of Shame

Literotic asexstories – Walk of Shame by madelinemasoch,madelinemasoch
Adam sat in his tiny, closet-sized dorm room with nothing to do. The floor was strewn with clutter, but he had no motivation to clean it. Adam was rather used to clutter, never being the neatest of human beings. Maybe Camilla would help him with it someday.

She was always on top of everything. Her room was spotless; he had even seen it. She showed up to every class on time and did all of the readings. Adam could barely muster enough energy to pass.

She even had a job… Adam had no job to speak of, and wasn’t looking for one, either. He had gotten a free ride by his parents’ will, essentially, but his only thoughts were of her.

Camilla was a gorgeous brunette he had met in one class the semester before their current one. Adam took every opportunity that trickled down to him to sit beside her, even when her friends made this a chore. She soon started saving a seat at her right hand every day, for when he would shuffle in embarrassed and late. She was all smiles nonetheless.

When she finally asked him why he would always come in late, he confessed to her his dirty stroking habit. Countless hours he had spent in front of his laptop, which he was supposed to be typing on, watching pornos and jerking off. That was an embarrassing day, but he had to be honest with her. There was never any lying to Camilla.

It was an ugly thing to admit, but she responded graciously, as usual. Since then, she would sometimes send him messages telling him to stop watching porn at random times in the day, and sure enough she was almost always right.

However, when he opened up his laptop again on that day, he didn’t dash quickly to one of his favorite filthy videos; instead, he clicked straight to Camilla’s profile and gazed longingly into his screen at the picture of her face that he’d expanded. He hadn’t seen her that day in person so far, so her digital reflection would have to suffice.

Just when he thought he’d found some solitude in the image of her, a knock was heard at his door. Adam closed his laptop, stood up off his little wooden chair–dreadfully uncomfortable anyways–and took his few little steps over to the door.

His heart jumped in his chest when he saw her face once again through the peephole. Her thick lips were somewhat pursed in annoyance and she dangled a leather leash in her fingers.

Adam swung the door open right away. “I’m sorry, Mistress.” The words rushed out of his mouth and fell to the space of the floor between them in a puddle. He turned around to step back and let her in and then right back around to face her again.

Camilla stood a head shorter than himself but with twice as much composure and authority. Her heeled black boots gave her a couple more inches of height. She was dressed in all black from head to toe, her outfit complete with tight leggings and a studded leather jacket over an extra tight tank top that barely contained her heaving tits in a beautiful rack of cleavage.

“Have you been a bad boy, Addy?” There she was with her little nickname for him: Addy.

His eyes darted up to her face. “No, Mistress.”

“Good,” she said. He exhaled with relief. She took a look around, never looking at him for too long. “Your room is disgusting.” He tensed up again.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he said.

“Stop repeating yourself, Addy,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress.” He took that as an order.

Camilla stepped forward and took a seat in his chair, one of the only clear surfaces in the room. She crossed her legs in front of her in her characteristically dominant posture. Adam sat on his unmade bed, instead.

One of her black claws of nails clicked down on his closed laptop. “What were you looking at on here before I came?” she asked in a high, sweet, genuinely curious tone.

“A picture of you, Mistress,” Adam replied meekly. He felt heat grow around his cheeks.

“Oh, really?” Camilla answered, positively surprised. “I thought you’d be indulging in something more illicit. I’ve never sent you any pictures of me like that, have I?” she questioned him.

“No, Mistress…” he said.

“No, I haven’t,” she said as a matter of fact, shaking her head playfully. Adam hung his own. What he wouldn’t give for a view of her like that.

She paused for a moment, and he saw her smile slightly at him. “I have a challenge for you today.”

Adam looked up at her head-on now. “A challenge?” His mind fluttered with what she might mean.

“Yes, my little bitch,” she said salaciously without breaking her smile as she raised a hand to snap her fingers. “On your knees in front of me, now,” she ordered.

Adam slid off his bed and dropped to his knees on the floor right beside her seat. His mistress brushed a lock of his still-growing mess of brown hair aside to latch the attached collar of her leash around his throat. He shivered a bit at just her touch.

When his collar was safely fastened, she gave it a mock of a tug. His head followed where she led it, of course, right across the air in front of her bulbous chest.

Camilla laughed and pushed him back to his original position. “Good,” she said, satisfied for the time being. “You’ve been doing well going out in the little outfits I bought for you, Addy,” she remarked.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he said with a blink, genuinely grateful. She didn’t have to be so nice to him–she never had to be.

“But today I have a different look in mind for you,” she continued, her words suddenly snapping through the air like a whip. “Can you guess what that might be?” Her voice returned to sweetness.

“Well, the maid’s dress was last week…” Adam said, feeling the heat in his cheeks again. That one was especially brutal.

“Yes…” she said, drawing out the word, “…and?”

Adam wracked his mind, but couldn’t think of anything more humiliating than that. “I don’t have a guess, Mistress.”

Camilla heaved a great sigh of disappointment and answered, “Your outfit for today’s walk of shame is…” Her last word was drawn out dramatically, until she breathed, “…nothing.”

“N-nothing?” Adam repeated, feeling a fire start in his guts.

“That’s right! Nothing at all.” She seemed a great deal more excited than he was. “Are you excited?” she asked as if to mock his feelings, which she assuredly already knew.

“N-no, Mistress,” he answered honestly, as he always had.

“No?” She gave him a pouty face. “Awh, little bitchboy isn’t excited…” She tapped his nose and her hand recoiled as fast as it had touched it.

“Too bad!” she said with a laugh. “I know you’ll do whatever I say, anyways.” She seemed almost bored by it.

“Yes, Mistress,” Adam said regardless.

“Now, strip down,” she commanded him, her voice turning harsh again. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Adam replied before standing up and undoing the buttons on his shirt.

“Good boy,” Camilla said as he undressed himself as slowly as possible. Each button was like a chore. Finally, he shrugged off his flannel shirt and lowered his jeans at a snail’s pace.

In spite of the fact that Mistress always watched him change into the outfits she made him wear–when she was around–he was already embarrassed just to be shirtless in front of her. Even his torso was pathetic: too skinny, boney, a total lack of muscle mass, and shaved smooth the way she made him stay. She held back any derisive remarks she might’ve been thinking, however, and just waited for him to take it all off.

It was when his boxers came down that she laughed, as she always had. Adam couldn’t blame her; he’d never met a girl who didn’t laugh at the sight of his tiny, shriveled cock in all its naked shame.

It truly was an ugly thing, uncut and sticking out on the top of his balls like an overgrown wart. Camilla’s cackle reached a peak and it twitched.

“Take off those socks, as well,” she said after her laughter had subsided. “Cucks don’t wear socks.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he said without knowing what she meant. He’d never watched her have sex with somebody–it would likely break his heart. Neither were they together… yet. Adam whipped off his socks nonetheless and stood before Camilla entirely nude, aside from his collar and leash.

She stood up now, meeting his gaze with her piercing brown eyes. “You are absolutely pathetic,” she said before touching his face with both hands, only to let go an instant later and grab his leash once again. “I can’t wait to show everyone,” she said with a gleeful grin.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” he stammered and shivered. She was so bold to do this. He was a mixture of nerves and strange excitement.

“Good boy,” she said. Before turning around towards the door, she held up her pointer finger and thumb and pinched them close together in front of her face. Another little giggle and she led him out the doorway by his leash.

“I should really burn your boy clothes,” she remarked as she led him down the hallway of the residence hall. “It’s not like you need them anymore.” She cackled again–too loudly for his liking, in such circumstances–and just continued on. He had no choice but to follow wherever she led him.

To his relief, there was nobody in his hallway. As long as she was walking ahead of him, he could also gawk at her fat ass bouncing down the hall, as her jacket wasn’t low enough to cover it and her leggings were so tight he was surprised they could fit on an ass that thick. His puny dick twitched again as he gazed longingly at his Mistress’s butt.

Soon enough, she turned the right corner toward the building’s exit. He rushed to follow along behind her, not wanting to lose sight of that great ass for so much as a second’s time. Luckily, she wasn’t too far away, as she had turned around to stop in the entryway. Adam approached her, slowing his step once her eyes pierced his soul again.

“Do we have to stop here?” he whined, afraid someone would surely walk by and see him out there.

“Don’t talk back to me, bitch,” she scolded him.

“I’m sorry, Mistress,” he said, helpless to her power.

“Good.” Camilla’s eyes flashed with a different fire, and her feline smile returned. “Do you remember that black guy from class?” she asked, her sweet tone breaking back through.

“I remember. Tyrice?” Adam replied, not knowing where she was going with this but having a fantastical idea in his head.

“Yes, Tyrice,” Mistress confirmed in a lusty voice. “I’ve been talking to him more. He’s meeting us here.” She spoke with such authority, imposing herself upon him.

“Y-yes, Mistress,” were the only words Adam could muster. He frantically looked left to right down each successive hallway around them. Thankfully, no one was there, but that would mean they would have to wait for Tyrice to arrive, anyway.

He just stood there, entirely naked in the entryway of his dorm building, in broad daylight and held on the tight leash of the biggest crush he’d ever had.

To his horror, a couple of people approached from outside–two girls. They didn’t seem to notice him there through the glass doors until they were already coming inside. The pale brunette in the front looked right down at his tiny cock and covered her mouth as laughter spouted out from it uncontrollably.

Her friend, a larger black woman, noticed next and didn’t bother covering up her own laughter. His hands darted to cover up his shameful cock, but only once it was already too late.

They stepped inside and the short brunette said, “What the hell is this?” with even more twisted laughter.

“Oh, hey, Becca,” Camilla said as if these outlier circumstances were perfectly normal. She tugged on the leash lightly and explained, “I’m just training my slave. He needs it.”

The girls giggled more, but Camilla noticed Adam was covering himself and slid over closer to him. “No, no, you’re supposed to be naked,” she said poutily. “Show the girls your tiny cock.”

Sure enough, Adam’s hands moved to his sides. As soon as his shame was revealed again, all three of the girls started laughing at him, again.

After her laughter subsided, the black girl shifted closer to him as he just stood there helplessly and put her pinky beside his little penis, careful not to touch it. “Average whiteboy, am I right?” she said before pulling away and waving her pinky in the air. This only made the other two girls laugh even harder at his expense.

“You’re right, Dahlia,” Mistress Camilla agreed.

“Oh my god, is it hard?” Dahlia said as she laughed some more. Adam looked down and saw his tiny dick had swelled another inch to stick straight up in the air.

“Hard as a rock, it looks like,” Mistress Camilla said.

“Pathetic,” Dahlia said, “That is absolutely pathetic.”

“I told you, bitchboy!” Camilla said excitedly.

“You are never fucking a woman with that little shrimpdick,” Dahlia continued. Adam, red with shame, knew that she was right. “Especially not this thickness,” she said as she rubbed her hands from her own thick tits down the fat on her belly.

Now that he looked at her, Adam realized how hot she was, wearing a black tank top just like Mistress Camilla, but no jacket. His eyes dashed around her ultra-thick body, from her round shoulders to her wide hips to her barely concealed, big fat tits. His tiny cock only swelled more.

“Do you agree with her?” Camilla asked just to embarrass him more.

“Yes, Mistress,” Adam replied dutifully.

“Good boy!” she said, her excitement only growing the more he was humiliated. Becca and Dahlia laughed some more before turning down the hallway Adam and Camilla had come from to leave.

“Bye, Camilla,” Becca said.

“Bye, girls!” Mistress said, all perked up by the interaction so soon.

“Have fun with that… thing,” Dahlia turned back to say with another laugh.

“Oh, we’re going to have so much fun together,” Camilla breathed darkly as she took a step closer to Adam. “Just wait until Tyrice gets here,” she practically whispered in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine.

Right on time, the elevator behind them dinged. As he heard the door slide open, Adam didn’t even want to look to see who it could be. “Oh, there you are!” Camilla said with great excitement before turning towards the elevator to greet him so Adam had no choice but to present himself.

Tyrice was just as tall, dark-skinned, and muscular as he remembered. His hair was as black as the rest of him, cut short and high with a fade on the sides. His biceps bulged out as all he wore was a dark gray tank top and black shorts.

He gave Camilla an arrogant smile and said, “Here I am.” He then looked Adam up and down and said, “This is the sissy-boy, I’m guessing.” He was obviously amused, but not enough to fully laugh. His voice was deep and low and full of confidence.

Camilla tugged on his bare arm and said, “Yes, this is Addy, my sissy slave.” Tyrice stepped up to him and looked him dead in the eye. It took guts for Adam’s gaze not to falter.

“I knew you were a sissy the second I saw you in class,” the black man said, not in a threatening or even particularly demeaning tone, just stated as a fact. He then inspected his naked body closer, circling the side opposite of where Camilla was standing to do so.

“I bet you look good all dressed up,” he said, much to Adam’s shock. Tyrice then looked to Camilla and said, “You’ll have to show me sometime.”

“I’d be happy to,” Camilla responded salaciously before lightly stomping her right boot on the carpeted floor. “Shall we go?”

“Yeah, let’s take this sissy out for a spin,” Tyrice said happily. He crossed around Adam once again, only to give Camilla’s ass a smack through her leggings and continue on towards the entryway. She moaned lightly and gazed at him with lust in her eyes that Adam could see so clearly from the other side of the leash.

“Come on, Addy,” Camilla called to him as she followed Tyrice to the big glass doors that made up the entryway. He had no choice but to follow her, too, as she held the leash and she made the rules.

The trio made their way out the glass doors, Tyrice holding the last of the two open for Camilla and her slave to walk through without issue. At least there was no one else immediately outside to see him.

Tyrice caught up to Camilla and walked side-by-side with her. Adam followed along behind them both.

The fact that anyone looking out their dorm room windows could see them like this at any moment made his heart pound in his chest with anxious embarrassment. They were surrounded on all sides by three stories of windows on the brick building as they made their way down the walkway to the sidewalk by the always-busy street that their residence hall was situated on.

Camilla and Tyrice made no hesitations in crossing over to the sidewalk, however, taking a brisk pace to follow. The pebbles on the pavement below Adam’s feet dug sharply into his heels. He knew this was going to be a very long walk… perhaps the longest walk of his life.

It suddenly occurred to him just how many people could potentially see this, and how much of a disaster that could turn out to be for him. “Do you think we’ll get in trouble, Mistress?” he called out to her from a few feet behind.

“Oh, no, we should be alright,” Camilla said calmly, waving off his concerns. At least one of them was calm.

The street was much busier than the entryway and the hall. Cars dashed by from both directions, and Adam was sure he could hear laughter from beyond their windows as they passed.

A short, stocky girl in a dark gray hoodie coming from the parking lot on the opposite side of the building looked up from the ground to see them. She usually looked at the ground–hands at her sides, demoralized in all the wrongest ways. Today, she smiled and outright laughed at the sight of Adam completely naked and leashed on the sidewalk before her.

Her bubbly cheeks reddened with mirth and she stopped in her tracks just to take it all in and laugh at him. Camilla spouted some laughter in response and the trio walked up to the crosswalk.

“Are you some kind of cuck?” the chubby girl called out to them through her stream of laughter. She was looking directly at Adam. That was when Tyrice finally laughed, as well.

“Something like that,” Camilla said, her voice heavy with mirth. She then put up her pointer finger and thumb again and said, “Hope you enjoy the view!” to the girl down the sidewalk.

Adam’s cheeks were burning, now. He knew his whole reputation would be ruined by this single day.

The chubby girl laughed even more and Tyrice pushed the button on the crosswalk indicator so its lights flashed. A big black truck stopped in front of the white lines on the road.

Adam could see a white man not much older than himself in the driver’s seat of the truck laughing at him as he followed Camilla and Tyrice across the street. To his horror, he rolled down his window and shouted, “Fuckin’ faggot!” directly at him.

“Take it easy, now,” Tyrice said coolly at the man in the truck. “He’s just a sissy. Watch your mouth.” Adam couldn’t tell if he was mocking him or defending him, but that word he kept using–sissy–didn’t feel any less embarrassing.

Luckily, they passed on the crosswalk without an issue with the man in the truck, who just rolled his window back up and drove onward, wherever he was going.

Adam wished he had a car. He wished he could just go wherever he wished, do whatever he wished, be whoever he wished… but that wasn’t possible. He was stuck on Camilla’s tight leather leash for the time being–not that he minded that, exactly. This was certainly a compromising position to be in, in particular, however.

At least the tar on the road was smoother on his bare feet than the sidewalk and the path, but that didn’t last long. Pebbles soon struck his heels again as they crossed the opposite sidewalk onward towards the grassy center of the campus.

It was official campus buildings they were passing by to get there, though, so Adam’s heart didn’t slow its beating pace for a second’s time. He couldn’t escape the fearful thought that the wrong person would see them eventually.

The green space ahead of them was full of more people than before. There was a group of boys passing balls around and a whole slew of people–most of them girls–on the stone porch in front of the library, sitting and talking and sipping on coffees. Adam’s horror only grew as the twisted trio he belonged to approached the sprawling crowd.

A cool breeze ran through them as they walked beneath the gray and cloudy sky above. Adam’s eyes traveled down to his swelling little erection, fully exposed to all who may look. It was tiny, no bigger than two inches. He could’ve sworn he felt the many dispersed gazes of the crowd before them swarming onto it. It was so surreal to be so utterly opened up to the world in his shame.

Looking back up, Adam could see he had already been spotted, and more and more people would follow as they traveled closer and closer to them. The boys on the green–all of them white like Adam but all of them also taller, more muscular, more manly than himself–seemed to notice him first. He supposed he stood out, being the only one there even close to nudity.

Some of them looked to Camilla walking beside Tyrice after noticing him, and seemed oddly intimidated by the sight. One of them just stared, unnerved, but most of them started laughing. Their game of pass would have to wait.

“Hey, that’s Adam!” the tall boy holding the ball called out. He splattered into a stream of laughter.

“Adam with the atomic dick,” another exclaimed, sticking up his pointer finger and thumb as Camilla had done twice now, all while looking right at him. This only made the other boy laugh even harder, rolling onto the grass below them dramatically. Tyrice chuckled as well, but was much more composed in comparison.

Adam was flushed with shameful embarrassment. He couldn’t imagine the amount of new nicknames he’d be branded with after that single day. At least the grass was softer on his feet than the tar had been, and at least he could stare forward at Camilla’s fat ass at any moment necessary.

She didn’t seem taken with the other white boys out there on the grass. Aside from a rejoining laugh, she ignored them all.

She and Tyrice led him all the way across the grass towards the sidewalk at its right hand side. Thankfully, they didn’t step onto the sidewalk entirely just yet, but traced along the border of the green all the same.

A sideways glance assured Adam that they still had the athletic boys’ attention captured. What he was more worried about was the girls up in front of the library, however.

“No campus cops anywhere to bother us,” Tyrice noted out loud as the three of them steadily came closer and closer to the swarm.

“Thank fuck for that,” Camilla said.

A small blonde girl sitting in a chair facing them now noticed him first, looking up from her laptop screen to see Adam there, naked and publicly debased, led on Camilla’s leash as she walked beside Tyrice instead of him.

Her lips elicited an overwhelming guffaw, and all the girls around her turned to stare, starting with the heavyset brunette who sat at the same table across from her. She fully stood on her feet and turned to see what was so funny.

Her own fat tits–bigger than Camilla’s, Adam could already tell–swayed beneath an elaborately patterned yet modest dress as she whirled around to witness him. She gave a massive gasp and covered her mouth as more laughter began to pour from it. Soon enough, the whole flock of girls of all shapes and sizes bore witness to his shame and laughed, as well.

Much to Adam’s horror, Camilla stopped walking onward, still standing far enough away from him that neither she nor Tyrice obscured their view. He was sure in that moment that his entire body had turned red with embarrassment. This would most likely be the worst moment of the day, in that regard.

Any resolve he still held onto fell through the ground to burn in hell for eternity, for his sin of total weakness.

“You like the view of the sissy, girls?” Tyrice gloated with a long gesture as he stepped slowly closer to Adam.

“That thing is tiny!” the big-titted brunette called out from the veranda.

“I think my pinky nail is bigger,” Camilla agreed and wagged that pinky nail around in the air as she stepped closer behind Tyrice with a broad smile on her pretty face. Everyone laughed even harder at that.

Adam kept his hands at his sides and waited, obediently exposed, for Tyrice and then Camilla to surround him, the black man at his left side and his mistress at his right. What plans they had to make all of this worse on him, he did not know; his role was only to wait and endure what they gave him.

“Now, show them how good my little sissy can be, Addy,” Camilla ordered him before placing a hand on the bottom of his chin. He looked into her big brown eyes and knew he could never disobey.

Tyrice flexed his muscles wide, showing off just how big those dark arms were to all the ladies before them. He turned to Adam and commanded, “Kiss my muscles, whiteboy.” Adam faltered despite himself.

“Go on, whiteboy, do what he says,” Camilla goaded him on. She then physically grabbed the back of his head and forced it forward. He puckered his lips so they landed right on Tyrice’s big, swelling bicep.

The laughter of the girls seemed to turn to cheers at that. Without Camilla’s help, Adam crossed around Tyrice to kiss his other massive arm. Looking up, he saw the short blonde girl clapping her hands while her big-racked brunette friend lost herself in laughter. He was serving as great entertainment for these queens, at least.

“What a cuck!” he heard one of the other whiteboys out on the green snicker. It did not matter, though. All the girls were excited by his display of shame and submission.

A couple of them even held out their phones to record or take pictures of him. The entire campus would likely soon hear about this. Adam’s little dick twitched at the thought as Tyrice dropped his stance and walked past him.

The tug of Camilla’s hand on his leash soon came around his neck, and he turned to obediently follow them away.

“We’ll be off now, girls,” Camilla called to the flock as they continued around the library’s grassy yard. They certainly could all tell who the real man amongst them was, now. Adam truly felt the stark contrast between Tyrice and himself after being forced to acknowledge it physically. Mistress only knew what was in store for him next.

Adam followed her and him all the way around the library and onto the sidewalk behind it. The pebbles strewn about the tar stabbed the bottoms of his feet yet again.

There was no one on that street to encounter so far, but campus buildings still surrounded them–two dormitories across the street, and a class building at their left after passing behind the library. The potential for people spotting his nakedness from behind windows was great, and caused his heart to continue to race as he walked obediently behind his mistress and this black man she had brought along with them.

The road slanted into an upwards hill as they walked farther and farther on the sidewalk. A blonde girl with a dark tan in black athletic shorts and a skimpy pink tank top started coming down the hill on a bike, luckily on the other side of the street.

Just as she came into view, Adam witnessed Camilla and Tyrice exchange smiles ahead of him before latching hands together. He looked down to see his little dick was still rock hard, just a swelling two-inch boner fully exposed for all to see.

The blonde girl’s eyes darted across the road to take notice of this shameful fact. She gave an audible laugh as she continued on her course, casually, as if an emasculated white boy with an embarrassingly tiny cock was nothing she hadn’t seen before.

Adam took in what he could of her bulbous tits and curvaceous thighs before she rode out of his view. Then, his gaze returned to Camilla’s fat ass as it bounced before him. She walked still hand in hand with Tyrice.

It was when the hill finally rounded out to flatness once again that Adam realized they were approaching the downtown storefront. He inhaled a deep sigh and braced himself for the coming barrage of embarrassment.

Even worse, Camilla and Tyrice were inseparable to each other, locked hand in hand even still. His heart ached every time his eyes caught glimpse of this, so he decided it best to stare longingly into her fat, bouncing ass from behind her leggings, instead. His cock swelled so hard he was surprised he wasn’t dribbling.

More and more cars started passing them by on the road as they came closer and closer to the storefront. All of them assuredly had passengers who couldn’t have conceivably ignored the sight of him naked and leashed on the sidewalk.

Finally, Camilla and Tyrice turned the leftward corner towards all the shops. When he caught up, Adam obediently followed.

The crowd there was immense as people seemed to flood in and out of the stores that lined that street. There were more people there than there were even on the green, all of them random, all of them unfamiliar townsfolk, he presumed. He didn’t lose his mistress and the black man at her hand, however.

Soon, he felt various eyes fly into him. Laughter could be heard from all directions all around him. He wanted nothing more in those many moments of shame than to sink through the ground himself and disappear forever.

For a split second he even contemplated jerking his leash out of Camilla’s godly hand and running away, but that would surely only lead to nothing but even worse embarrassment. Instead, he obediently continued on the course he was led.

Finally, they moved beyond the sprawling crowd of hapless shoppers treated to Adam’s humiliation and onward to stop at yet another crosswalk. Adam caught up behind his mistress and Tyrice and stopped to wait for the cars to let them pass.

Her hand was still locked in his grasp, and Adam’s tiny cock was still hard for all to see.

Adam looked to his right side to see another couple across the street beside them. A thick and busty redhead stood hand-in-hand with another white boy, taller than himself, with a scruffy beard.

The girl pointed directly at Adam and heaved out a gut-shuddering laugh so hard it forced her to bend down. In the fires of shame, at least Adam could get a good look at her pale, bulging cleavage.

“Holy fuck! That is pathetic!” the big-titted redhead wailed through her laughter at him. “It’s even smaller than yours!” Her presumed boyfriend, who had been snickering along with her, dropped his head in shame.

Camilla darted her gaze rightward to them and laughed, as well.

“Most of these whiteboys are small,” Tyrice said casually to her.

Camilla quickly looked back to him and said, “Really? They can’t all be that bad.”

“Oh, yeah, they are…” Tyrice explained. “Your little Addy here isn’t the worst I’ve seen.” His thumb gestured back at him without acknowledging his presence with a glance. Camilla only laughed more.

The redhead across the street whipped out her phone and snapped at least one picture of Adam’s naked disgrace of a dick. He didn’t even bother covering himself; this hadn’t been the worst of his humiliation that day, either.

It was only once the pictures had been taken that they could finally cross the street ahead of them safely. The light blinked, and they were off on their trail once again.

They had to pass by a big black car that had stopped to make way for them at their left hand side. Despite its windows being closed, Adam could’ve sworn he heard snickers and laughter from behind them.

“Little pindick whiteboy,” he thought he heard from inside the car in between giggles. He lowered his defeated gaze to the ground Camilla walked on and felt his reddened cheeks had betrayed him.

Upon reaching the other side of the crosswalk, Camilla and Tyrice halted their pace, so Adam was forced to stand there and wait for them to continue. “Should we go around that way?” Camilla asked Tyrice with a hand gesture around the few stores directly ahead of them.

The leash swung in her hand and forced Adam a step forward, as she wasn’t about to let go of Tyrice’s own hand with her left.

“Nah, let’s just go left. It’s quicker, but there’ll be more witnesses,” Tyrice decided.

“Okay!” Camilla agreed with an excited laugh. They kept walking on that leftward turn without acknowledging Adam whatsoever.

He supposed they both knew he would follow their lead, as they hadn’t left him with any real choice in the matter.

He was little more than a prop at that point, a ragdoll, an object to be humiliated. That was his sole purpose to them, he felt. Though it made his heart ache, the continual hardness of his little dick betrayed him, too.

Many trudging steps beyond the remaining stores of the downtown area left Adam’s feet aching so much he couldn’t tell which part of all this was worse on him.

The coffee shop they passed was the last of it. Its windows made up the entire outside-facing wall, so when Adam passed naked at Camilla’s leash, the whole place erupted with laughter that was audible from outside. Camilla and Tyrice found this especially funny, as well.

Several more cars passed them by as they made their way back towards their residence hall. Adam knew deep down that there was no escape from this. What they would do with him there, he could only wonder.

He hoped Tyrice would go back to his own room so he could be alone with his mistress, but judging by the remarks made that day, both by passers-by and the two of them, the chances of that seemed scant as he was clad.

He felt his humiliation had only just begun, even though he had been humiliating himself for Camilla’s enjoyment for months now, and this was the most extreme that had gotten so far. The fire of shame burning deep inside his chest was like a revelatory flame that had shown him his true place beneath her.

All that was left to pass by was the church beside the school’s buildings. Luckily, nobody was in the vast parking lot outside of it.

Still, the sheer humiliation Adam had endured left an impression that he knew would last upon him. No experience aside from this walk had given him so much shame. It was truly an exceptional and extraordinary day.

Another crosswalk stretched on before them ahead of their building. Soon enough, it would all be over.

Adam no longer felt the pebbles digging into his bare heels. He was sure his physicality had gone completely numb. No one else was around the entrance to their residence hall, surprisingly.

Camilla stopped walking just in front of the path toward the entryway with the big glass doors. She finally let go of Tyrice’s hand and turned around to attend to Adam. “How do you feel?” she asked, moving the very same hand to the bottom of his chin.

Shivering at her touch, Adam whimpered, “Ashamed, Mistress.”

“That’s good,” Camilla said before a dark grin flashed across her pretty face. “Promise to be a good boy for your mistress?”

“Yes, Mistress. I promise,” Adam assented. Her gorgeous brown eyes ensured he had no choice but to obey.

“Good little Addy,” Camilla affirmed. She whirled around, starting back towards Tyrice before she continued, “Now, we’re not going back to your shitty little mess of a room. I’m going to take the both of you back to my own room.”

She then wrapped her free arm around Tyrice’s muscular one.

Upon turning back towards Adam, she said, “You’re going to watch him fuck me the way you know you never could. We’ll make a real cuck of you, yet.” She winked one of those cruel brown eyes and laughed as the both of them turned to the entryway and led him there by his leash, naked and ashamed.