Little Sister's Slave 17
By Xhumil
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Copyright 2022 by Xhumil, all rights reserved
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Biology
I
got home after my journey back from Sue's and let myself into the
house. I initially made for the lounge where I heard voices. Carrie was
already back from Clandu, gushing excitedly to mum and dad about what
they’d been doing. I stood in the doorway momentarily waiting for my
orders. I hoped I’d be sent to drop my things off in my room rather
than a list of chores, but as I stood there no orders came. Instead,
Miss Carrie rushed over to me and hugged me warmly. She’d missed me
apparently. They had fun in Clandu, but Doug was mopey the whole time
as he missed me there too, and the holiday just wasn’t as much fun
without me. This kind of warmed me a bit, but then I had to question
myself whether they missed me for my wit and charm or for the fun of
humiliating me. I assumed the latter.
When Carrie said that Doug
missed me in bed at night both mum and dad almost choked on their tea
which made Carrie laugh out loud, under the scrutiny of mum and dad’s
severe glares. Ok I laughed, but i've learned to make it sound like a
cough. Their reactions were still classic though. It was good to hear
that Doug actually missed me for me rather than what he could make me
do.
Dad asked me how Sue was, so I told him she was well, and
thanked him for asking. Miss Carrie quickly asked if I'd been a good
boy. She knew everything that had happened so I didn't know if this was
a test about Jack or a genuine question. I thought I'd been very good,
and I thought Jack took advantage of me, but then I guessed I was
expected to take responsibility for Jack's actions because he was free
and I'm just a slave. Like it was one of my duties to take the blame
for everyone else. So I answered. "Sorry miss, I was naughty with Jack,
Sue's boyfriend, and she had to punish me a couple of times."
Miss
Carrie tutted and shook her head telling me that it was a very naughty
thing to have done and asked me if Sue had punished me sufficiently for
it.
Another trick question? Being stripped naked by shop staff
I'd just won a victory against, exposed in front of commuters and being
a target for football practice seemed pretty harsh punishments to me,
but I guess the question is, can a slave ever be punished enough. I
felt I was running out of time on my answer so I thought I'd try and
escape the chance of failure or unnecessarily volunteering for more
punishment. "I will always defer to your better judgement on my
punishments ma'am" I expelled creepily through gritted teeth.
I
think I knocked her off guard with that, appealing to her moral
compass. Assuming there is anything left of her moral compass that is.
"I've
read your report" she said, referring to my emails, as she held my cock
cage. "And I think it would be unfair to Sue to assume she hasn't
punished you sufficiently" pausing for me to breathe a sigh of relief.
"Of course her judgement with this chastity device is very good and I
will be keeping you in it next term, just to show you what is mine and
what is not yours to play with." Bugger! I was hoping to get full use
of my dick back. "Also you have a very big term coming up in school so
I don't think it will be fair for any further to be said on the matter
of your naughtyness with Jack" what did she mean 'big term'? I mean its
only about the third term of the school year, so its not like we're in
exam territory. Before I could muse any further she flapped my cage and
called cheerily "what do you think of this dad?"
"Well if it teaches him a bit of control then it's a good thing" Dad retorted. "How will he get clean though?"
"Uncle
Jim sent me some keys" she paused and jangled a bunch of about 10 keys
"so I can unlock him and clean it in the bath. I'll give you and mum a
key just in case too"
Great! I'm the only one in the house who
doesn’t have access to my dick. Why? I mean what should it matter if I
touch myself. Its not hurting anyone. And on that rather depressing and
diminishing note she dismissed me to unpack and start my chores.
When
I got to my bedroom I quickly emptied my bag and placed my new gifts on
the desk. I chuckled to myself when I looked at the motley collection
of objects which now define my new life. A dictionary, thesaurus,
plastic duck, boat, ball gag, pink ball and pink collar cover. This is
the sum total of my belongings and a mini museum of who I now am. I
don't know why I found it funny, but when I think of all the stuff I
used to have to keep myself occupied its odd that my time seems fuller
now with no need for 'toys'. Its also telling that all my gifts are
from members of your household sir.
I rushed downstairs and
put a washing load on. It had piled up while I was away, so it seemed
the best place to start and it could be doing itself while I was seeing
to other chores.
I’d say I had completed about half of the
work needed to get the house back on track when it was time for my
bath. I provided Miss Carrie with a list of all work still needed, and
when I would complete it all by. She seemed pretty happy with that and
unlocked my willy. It rose immediately, much to my embarrassment.
“You’d better get in the lounge and tell my dad when your workload will
be complete” she said to me, knowing full well I don't like Dad seeing
me with a boner. More to the point he hates seeing me with an erection
too. The new term 'my dad' was annoying too, but served to remind me
that he was Carrie's dad only and no longer mine.
I meeky
stepped into the lounge and fell to my request pose. I was hoping it
would hide the stiffy. “What is it boy?” he demanded, so I told him I
was to have my bath but when all the jobs would be completed. “Fine.
make sure everything is done by when you said it would. Stand up and
put your hands on your head” he ordered. I complied knowing full well
what I was going to be displaying. Thwack! He smacked my turgid cock
with his newspaper, then grabbed my balls with a tight grip. “What have
I told you about learning to control this?” He demanded nodding to my
rigid dick. I could only apologise and promise to try harder. He
grunted and muttered something about the cage which I didn’t think
worth asking a repeat of. “Well, get out then!” he said. Dad seems to
have changed. i don't know if he’s stressed about my freedom process,
or more comfortable treating me as a slave than he did before. i hope
he’s not getting used to having me as a slave, i really want the
freedom process to complete. i bowed and left the room, led on by my
still hard cock.
Miss Carrie seemed pleased with the
proceedings, she’d been watching from the door, and immediately held my
dick as it came into her reach. “Come on, lets get this thing scrubbed
up ready for school tomorrow. I can’t wait to show our new toy, they’ll
all love how you get a stiffy the second you’re freed.” she fizzed.
“This is going to be such a fun term for us. You’re going to have so
much contact. Everyone's going to be so much more comfortable around
you. After this term” Again, a phrase which made no sense, why 'more
contact' than last year? Why do i need more people to be comfortable
using me? i quite like the nervous distance between myself and a huge
chunk of the shy students. Thats one less group to humiliate me.
The
next morning, I quickly showered to get the sleep off me, and miss
Carrie unlocked me long enough to dry my dick, inspect it and lock me
back up. It was necessary for her to clean under my foreskin before
re-locking me. I guess we both expected that. After last night's bath
she put me to bed and had me edge myself. I nearly came about 4 times
before she finally called a halt and put the cage back on. She had a
bag of ice she dropped into my lap to kill the boner before she
relocked me. She’s loving this extra control. I even gambled on begging
her to let me cum. She just gave me that look that says ‘never ask me
that again. It made me shiver slightly. She then told me it wasn’t mine
anymore and I’ll have my chance to cum at school. I was worried if
school would enter the equation, I hoped I wasn't going to be made to
cum in a special assembly again. I haven’t cum in ages now, if i was
forced to cum it'd likely hose the front row out of existence in a wave
of sticky whiteness. I’ve been so close to cumming so many times I feel
like I’m about to explode.
On the way to school I got a big hug
from Doug and Jenny. Doug checked out the cage with quite some
disappointment, complaining "I quite liked playing with this whenever I
wanted. Have I got to queue for it now, like the others?"
"Of course
not, you two are my deputy owners. That’s why I had these cut for you"
Carrie said, handing them a key each. "I can't have my deputy mistress
and master without full access. The keys are purple tobmatch your owner
badges" Now, I like Doug playing with my dick, even if he does do it in
public, and I like that he was disappointed when he thought he'd lost
access to it, but I'm really not happy that they are being given
control of my dick when I'm not even allowed access myself. They don't
even live in our house. It's such a graphic demonstration of my loss of
control, now including lost access to my own body! Carrie won't say why
I have to be locked all the time but I know full well it's not my place
to ask.
Doug wasted no time and immediately opened the little
padlock. Carrie was on hand to explain how to remove the front of the
device leaving effectively a cockring in place which means when I get a
hard-on, which I immediately did at that moment, it is fuller and lasts
longer. I had no idea how they were going to lock me back up again, but
Doug seemed ecstatically happy at that moment leading me along the
street by my leash with my boner forging a partial bridge between us.
“He mustn’t cum though Doug. I’ve been keeping him full for the
demonstration” Carrie instructed to a grunt of disapproval from Doug,
who muttered something about missing it all last week and been looking
forward to it.
Its funny how a week can change people, and a
holiday makes you forget everything. Reentering the school gates gave
me a momentary flash of both ‘Oh no! here we go again, its like I’ve
never been away’ and ‘Oh wow! I‘d forgotten this place, and now
remenber all those people I know” Its like everyone I know was deleted
for a week and then recreated this very second. I don't think that’s
specific to me though. People were re-connecting all over the place,
little sparks of recognition going off like fireworks.
Curiously,
considering my state so far this year, people seem to have forgotten I
existed too. They're suddenly all excited to have a naked boy around.
Miss
Carrie keeps showing off her key to my lock to the amusement of her
friends and the annoyance of others. Her friends each got a lesson in
how to unlock me, and inspect my goods. Most of these girls have
handled me before. Most of them have actually given me a bath and
washed under my foreskin. Just the thought of that makes me feel very
small and diminished. So what does all this mean? Are these girls going
to get keys too? I hope not!
The bell rang and we all filed
inside. As usual Miss Carrie and Jennie went to their form classes,
master Doug to his, in the year above them, and I headed to my form
class a year above Doug. I was also now left defenceless and at the
mercy of anyone who wanted to claim ownership over me. The small ace up
my sleeve, or rather wrapped around my cock, was that beneath my
loincloth I now had a cage protecting my goods from unwanted handling.
It's
not like they can't see my dick through the cage, but a couple of
people ordered me to remove the loincloth and were disgusted at not
having direct access to my todger. Their disappointment secretly
pleased me, I have to say. I guess this chastity cloud has a silver
lining after all.
As usual the first assembly of the term
was a 'special' one with the whole school in attendance. It droned on,
and on then the head announced the live model for sex ed which caused a
stir in the audience, and everyone suddenly became attentive. As she
explained that everyone would be given the lesson, even those in older
years who'd already done it, I was being bustled to the stage. This was
when the penny dropped. "Carry Jenkins has kindly allowed us use of her
slave for these sessions" she explained as she started unlocking me on
the stage. When the hell did she get a key?
To be honest, I
expected a groan from people fed up seeing my todger, but as it flopped
out of the cage and started its rise she announced that the lessons
would be hands-on. Taking a handful of my cock as an example. Far from
bored groans, the place seemed to electrify with excitement, and the
youngsters who don't normally get a chance at me seemed to give out
squeals of excitement. I looked over at Kelly's slave Eetu who, subtly
as always, gave me a "sucks to be you" look, but very sympathetically
all the same. All from the comfy confines of his immaculate tweed suit
which never comes off in public.
"Now remember this is Carrie's
property, so show her some respect and don't damage it." The head
continued "I know you'll be excited but follow the instructions from
your biology tutors...." bla bla bla.
Finding myself once again
naked on stage in front of the entire school with a rigid erection
being gently stroked by the headmistress I realised that these special
assemblies really aren't my forté.
She explained that the
sessions would only discuss male sexual anatomy and that female anatomy
would be book bound, but the girls from the lower years would have
their own special lessons about their own body changes in addition to
the hands on session with the model…...me! Those no longer opting for
Biology as a subject will have their hands-on sessions in special
lessons to be set up. I really wished she'd stop saying hands-on like
that.
Mercifully the assembly ended without me having to cum
in front of everyone, but I learned that the first session was to be
today for Miss Carrie's class so she could approve the practical
elements. I couldn't imagine any instance or alternative reality where
she would not approve of anything that would degrade and humiliate me,
but here's hoping she turns everything down. I guess I’ve been handled
by most of her friends, so her class would allow me to ease into this
horrific nightmare gently.
With the assembly over and all
students filing out, the headmistress finally let go of my now weeping
boner. "We won't be able to pack this away before your first lesson so
I've arranged for a couple of your classmates, er...superiors, to
escort you to your first class. Mr Gibbons has a key to lock you once
you're soft." The headmistress instructed as Sal and Beattie joined me.
"Hands on head!" She barked as she handed the remainder of my cock cage
to the girls. "He’s not to cum now girls!" she followed up in a
reminder-type voice as we set off for the class.
The girls were
good I suppose, they didn't allow me to cum, but they kept me hard for
what seemed like the longest ever walk to the IT zone. I only see these
2 in my IT lessons, so don’t really know them that well. I realised
that I’d shared IT with them for the past 5 years and we’d never really
spoken, let alone them getting a chance to play with me. That means
that this activity for them was something new and exciting. They seemed
to love the way my foreskin moved, and how my balls felt in their
hands. I don’t think these have been with a boy before. It suddenly
dawned on me that despite being naked around so many people, only a
small few have handled me. There’s a vast population in this school who
are going to be unnervingly excited by this ‘hands-on’ experience with
my body. If I know so few people in my own class, then how many people
in Carrie’s class this afternoon are going to be equally unknown and
excited to play with me. I could feel the stress gears ratcheting up in
my head. I’m soon to be at the hands of 700 pupils, some of which have
never been close to a naked boy. Many probably haven’t seen me without
my loincloth. The way people get excited to see my body secret, to
handle my private parts is just so embarrassing. This term is going to
be the worst for humiliation yet. As I finished my waking nightmare I
found myself delivered to the hands of Mr. Gibbons. Literally! He held
my turgid member in his hand and said “goodness, I thought this would
have gone down by now. You’d better stand out in front until I can
re-cage you.” to a round of tittering from the class. “Actually casper,
stand on this chair. Today everyone we’re looking at picture
enhancement and manipulation. So everyone get your cameras out and get
some shots of our model here. Actually boy, as you’re starting to wane,
just pump this up to full until everyone has the shots they need.” he
said gently stroking my shaft like it was a puppy’s tail “We can
dispense with the cage until the end”
Break time couldn’t come
soon enough. I’d been relocked about half way through the lesson, and
given a few shots from someone else’s camera to work on. Considering
the revealing photos I’d been given I chose to crop them. Heavily! By
the end of the lesson I’d produced 4 different colour filtered images
of my belly button. Looking around though, there were full sized images
of me, enlarged images of my erection, my balls, even my rosebud had
been enlarged and filtered into sunset colours with a small forest
drawn in beneath. Worse still, every shot was uploaded to the school
library and shared externally for profit as ‘stock image pictures’ to
be downloaded by anyone with enough credits.
Doug showed off
his VIP status and unlocked me during break, removing the device to
“oohs” and “aahs” from watching students. This was a very welcome
freedom after a hard-on tried to smash its way out during social
sciences, agonisingly tamed by the sharp pins. My liberation by Doug
gave me an immediate hard on again. I'm not sure if it was because he
showed me attention, his delicate actions unlocking me or the new found
freedom but I was rock hard in seconds, all on display for the school
yard audience which had grown from previous terms due to their
excitement over my impending availability to them. It was like a
preview advert "a boy and his cock...coming to a classroom near you!"
They seem to all be more aware of me, all on some kind of permanent
reconnaissance mission to see what they’ll be getting in their classes.
As much as I hate the device I’m beginning to like the small amount of
privacy I gain from it. The downside is it is now suddenly an occasion
for people to see my willy unobscured. Its clearly an even bigger
occasion for them to see it hard now. It didn't help that when Master
Doug removed the cage it was like an unveiling of some kind. I hope
it's not always going to be like that, this new 'occasion' is more
humiliating than when the loincloth is just whipped off. I wished
they’d all go away, and I actually wanted my cage back. Not that Doug’s
handling wasn’t welcome after missing him so much over the past week.
He had me stand with my hands on my head while he caught up with his
friends, and my mates. I wasn’t allowed to talk to my friends, but
Damien and George were there with the group talking to Doug about the
holidays. I started to feel invisible. Like only my cock was there. My
hard cock got quite a bit of attention from various people tweaking and
rubbing it. Doug, Carrie and Jenny didn't seem to mind other people
touching it. When I made a move to adjust my foreskin Miss Carrie gave
me an almighty swat across my backside. “That's not yours is it?” She
said. Clearly I’m the only person not allowed access to it now.
I
noticed Damien smirking at the slap, which was embarrassing, but as he
was my friend I didn’t mind entertaining him. To make matters worse, he
proved a little point by gently pulling my foreskin back and forward
over my helmet. None of my owners batted an eyelid, they just watched
it happen. My dick was his, but not mine. “This is fun” he said quietly
to me. It was, it needed some action after so long. “You have a go” he
whispered. Obediently I took over his hold and started pumping my own
foreskin just as he had done. I really needed the feeling after being
cramped in that cage. Then Whack! Again…. “Leave that alone, its not
yours!” Miss Carrie bellowed at me again, to guffaws of laughter from
both Damien and George. I truly do now belong to everyone but myself!
“The
bell’s going to ring soon” Doug said to Carrie “How are we going to get
this down and packed away before then?” He continued pointing at my
solid boner, clearly never having to extinguish his own hardon without
orgasm.
“Oh thats easy” she replied swiftly kicking me in the
nuts. I collapsed to the floor in agony clutching my balls to a roar of
laughter from around me. “I imagine it’ll be soft by the time he stands
up” she said walking away. Doug crouched next to me with some concern
on his face, but he didn’t actually ask if I was OK. He simply felt my
balls, but his look was healing. Sure enough, by the time he’d helped
me up I was soft enough to be packed into my cage once again, and the
lock was snapped shut.
Dan met up with us in time for the bell
and walked me to Maths. It was an uneventful lesson, made pleasurable
by having Dan sat next to me, but was overshadowed by the doom of
Geography next. The bell rang and i headed for Mr. Granger’s class.
Hopefully 2-poles Granger would be in a good mood today and not single
me out for punishments like he does when he’s on a bad day. Arriving at
the class I remembered Bamber! Like I was saying earlier the holidays
make us flush things from our minds only to be rediscovered with
pleasure or horror when getting back to school. And there he was, my
nemesis since kindergarten, Gregory Bamber! Bullied me until about 10
years old then he left me alone, that's when i started fighting him
back. Then last year was the big fight which really put him in his
place, but since my slavery he knows I can no longer touch him and he’s
made my slave life a misery. He was waiting in the queue to enter the
classroom “Here!” he commanded “Next to me!” I joined the queue just
behind him and he removed my loincloth. “What the hell is this crap?”
he said, jangling my cage. He really isn’t the brightest, or most
observant. Surely he noticed the headmistress unlocking me in assembly.
Just as I was about to answer him 2-poles stepped out of his classroom
and called us in. As usual, as i got to the door I stepped aside
allowing my superiors to enter first and hoping Mr. Granger wouldn’t
start something with me.
All was fine, and as I entered the
classroom he told me to stand at the front. Once everyone was settled
he started the lesson with me still at the front of the class with my
loincloth in my hand. About 5minutes in there was a knock at the door
and a young girl about Miss Carrie’s age entered and asked to take me.
“He’s ready for you.” Granger said pointing at me, “Get rid of it”
flapping his hands like i was dog poo on his shoes.
I was elated
at getting out of Geography, but somewhat aprehensive of the lesson i
was going to enter. I had no idea exactly what I was expected to do,
but the term ‘hands-on’ was echoing in my head. I was taken to Science
lab 4 and shuffled into place in front of the teacher’s bench in full
view of the year 7 mixed sciences class.
The teacher thanked
the girls who had escorted me and then posed my arms out to either side
like a cross. “This is a male..” she started explaining, then slowly
undid my cage and took it off. She had keys too! I have no idea why I
felt embarrassed, that cage wasn’t really hiding much, maybe it was the
intimacy of the class, but suddenly finding myself the only one naked
gave me a little shock. Maybe it was the way she ‘undressed’ me, or the
way I caught Carrie looking at me proudly, proud of herself I might
add, I don’t know, I definitely felt myself breathe in sharply and my
heart start racing.
The teacher began by discussing the muscle
structure. I was glad I had been working out all this time, as she ran
her finger over various muscles I was pleased with the resistance I was
presenting to her finger. She talked about how male nipples differ from
female ones, and that they weren’t there just to stop the chest fraying
at the edges. In some animals males have been observed to lactate, but
in humans it is uncommon leaving females to feed the baby. Some boys
were asking which girls were going to get their “norks” out so they
could have a look, the laughter was quickly shut down by the teacher.
Inevitably
the discussion arrived at the reason why I was there. I assumed this
all along, as she started to discuss my penis. She had a bucket of
water, and while she went over the very basics she sponged my peenie,
the shaft, balls, between my legs and up my arse crack. It took
seconds, but was strangely erotic, although the water was so cold it
prevented me from hardening up. She held my dick out out draped over
the crease in her fingers, and then touched the top with her thumb. She
discussed circumcision while gently pulling back my foreskin,
explaining how some religions require circumcision, some nations
prescribe it for cleanliness, or to prevent masterbation, and how ‘we’
now see it abhorrently as genitle mutilation. One of the girls asked
which boy was going to show us their circumcised willy as a retort to
the “norks” joke, there was a gentle titter in the room which was
allowed to peter out. By this point my foreskin was now all the way
back and she was discussing the glans, and the urethra. She offered me
around and a number of girls reached out and played with my foreskin
and touched the glans.
All the attention led the discussion
onto erections, the mechanism behind it, how puberty affects boys and
causes constant erections. One girls shouted “Caspy’s up and down like
a nodding donkey aren’t you boy” and the class laughed in agreement. It
was true, even when I’m not being ordered to wank I’ll often get an
erection for no reason while wondering about, and that loincloth is
crap at hiding it. The teacher took the opportunity to show the class
my cage and let them feel the little spikes in it which help prevent me
getting hard simply through pain. Some were excited by the concept, but
the general feeling in the room seemed to be pity for me.
The
class were encouraged to gently fondle my testicles and each of the
parts were named, they were told how to check for cancer lumps, then
both girls and boys were told to feel my balls for lumps. Some boys had
their hands down their own trousers at this point which was strongly
encouraged by the teacher, but to use mine as a comparison.
After
discussing the testicles and where the sperm is created she moved onto
the fluid that's mixed with the sperm, she explained about the clear
alkaline fluid created by the prostate and explained that some of the
boys in the class can ejectulate only this clear fluid, some can’t yet
and some can produce fully working ejeculate including the sperm, which
she assured the class that I was able to do. She had me kneel up on the
bench with all the students gathered around me. With my dick now at
eyeline my hanging peenie felt even more naked swinging in front of
everyone. The teacher pushed me to all-fours, donned a latex glove,
dipped it in lube then inserted her finger into my rectum. She
discussed where the prostate was, and that it can be found and touched.
As she did so I started to sport an erection, she continued to gently
massage my prostate which caused the end of my peenie to glisten and
produce fluid which slowly gathered then decended like a spider's
strand. She asked one of the students to smear a slide on my peenie to
collect a sample, and then took the students to look at it in the
microscope.
“Can we get a chance to feel his prostate?” Carrie
asked. I have no idea why she needed to ask, I’m sure she feels it
every night when she’s bathing me.
“Well, he’s your slave Carrie, I’m sure you could check if you like. There are some gloves if you want them”
“No I mean, will you be giving all the students a chance to feel his prostate?” Carrie clarified.
“Theres
700 pupils in the school, we didn't think you’d want that kind of
invasive access to your slave” the teacher awkwardly postured.
“Oh no, I don’t mind, I’ve lent it to you to get whatever you can out of it”
“Oh..er....thanks...thats
very kind of you Carrie, OK class, check your fingernails aren’t too
long and when you’ve looked at the slide put on a rubber glove and see
if you can find casper's prostate if you want to. Go in slowly though,
if you’re feeling kind, use some lube”.
This wasn’t the kind of
hands-on I was expecting, more like hands-in. Carrie picked up on the
horror written across my face and shot me a little superior smile. It
turned out that about 70% of the class were up for digitally
penetrating me, and we’re not talking ones and zeros. One boy who was
initially very interested in my erection hung back until everyone else
had finished with my prostate then chose his moment to push a finger
into me, whilst gripping my erection with his other hand. He was very
thorough with his investigation, he then slid out his finger, but to my
surprise he then pushed two fingers in, his breathing was becoming
quite deep. When the teacher came over, rather than pulling out
embarrassed he just said he was having trouble finding it. This led to
a detailed discussion while he pushed his finger in and out gently
pretending to look. My peenie was dribbling quite profusely over his
other hand at this point, and as there was so much to cover in the
lesson she asked him to stay behind in break to investigate me further.
“Miss he’s dribbling a lot now, and moaning quite loudly, is he
cumming?” One of the girls asked. She knew full well what cumming was,
she’d been part of my sister’s homework club since the start of this
horror-show of a year and has made me cum many times.
The teacher
explained that this was a form of pre-ejeculate designed to prepare the
vagina to smooth the path for the sperm when it is finally released.
She also explained that not all boys and men will produce fluid or
react “er...orgasmically” to prostate massage, but “casper here appears
to respond quite graphically to it”
Inevitably we arrived at the
subject of the complete ejeculation. There was no request, the teacher
simply instructed me to demonstrate ejeculation and one of the girls
was given a sample jar to hold. As I started pumping the teacher asked
if anyone would like to have a go. A number of hands went up and she
picked one of the girls closest who let out a thrilled squeal. After a
short time it was obvious I was about to cum so she stopped the girl
and explained what was happening. This was really annoying and a little
cruel as I was so close to the edge. She picked a different volunteer
to continue, and kept repeating this until all the volunteers had had a
few pumps. The swaps seemed timed to keep me on the edge. There were a
few boys in the group too that wanted a go, quite notably finger-boy
was well up for a pump. The final volunteer was left to complete the
task, as my chest rose she asked for the jar to be made ready and I
shot about 8 squirts into it, it was amazing, I thought I was never
going to stop. I hadn’t cum for days and this was just the release i
needed, to the amusement of the class who’d clearly not seen such a
graphic or loud orgasm before.
Surprised, the student stopped
pumping leaving me with an almost ruined orgasm, so I quickly took over
to expel the last drops, noisily enjoying my completion. The teacher
told the class that the last few pumps often gave the most pleasure and
that I was very naughty for taking over to pleasure myself. She gave me
a light slap on the bottom and told me not to do it in subsequent
classes or I’d be severely punished. Apparently I wasn’t there for
‘fun’ I was an educational tool.
I was left at the front of the
class with my hands on my head and erection waning while they looked at
my sperm through a microscope and compared it with the pre-cum samples.
Some of the class continued to stare at it oozing out at source as the
lesson moved on to the egg and fertilisation with much scribbling of
ovaries on the screen.
The class ended with free study. While
some continued looking in the microscopes the teacher told the others
to feel free to look as closely as they want at my body, and not to be
scared to touch and check my prostate again if they wanted. I now felt
totally objectified, but as this was miss Carrie’s class, I knew some
of her friends so it was a kind of gentlish path into what was to be a
most humiliating hour every other day for the rest of term.
“Miss,
if he hadn’t wanked, how much fluid would have dribbled out when his
prostate was massaged?” Denise asked innocently. I’ve known Denise ever
since I was in infants school. I used to play with her big brother
Lukus, sorry if i'm repeating myself i may have told you that already,
me and Lukus were best mates, so I knew that this question from her
would be anything but innocent.
“I don’t think there have been many
or even any studies done.” the teacher said “I believe the term is
prostate milking, suggesting that quite a lot of ejeculate can be
gathered this way”
“Could we do an experiment as part of our special
project this term?” Denise asked, waggling a finger to indicate that 2
of her friends were also interested. The teacher mulled the idea over
and suggested that looking at my performance it could take a number of
hours for the ejeculate to stop, and maybe a timed experiment would be
better. But it would all be down to Carrie to approve such an
experiment. Carrie agreed almost before the teacher had finished the
sentence, and suggested that as Tuesdays and Thursdays were clear of
sex-ed displays that the slave could be given to the girls for the day.
The teacher agreed it would be an interesting experiment and asked
the girls to come up with a plan for not only collecting the ejaculate,
but also ensuring that they didn’t miss any other classes in the
meantime. If they came up with a suitable plan and measurement and
success criterion then she would take that to the headmistress and
governors to approve. No one asked for my opinion, but i’m learning
that as a slave my opinion is no longer relevant. What Miss Carrie
wants is whats important, and i’m beginning to understand this. I can’t
say I’m comfortable with what was my little sister making these
decisions about my body, but I accept we all have our place, and as her
slave my place is wherever she puts me.
With the thought of what
had just happened to me in that class in mind, and that it is going to
be a regular thing, the rest of the day kind of smeared away into a
blur. That kid got his extra time with me during the next break where
the teacher slid her finger into me at the same time as his to help him
find ‘the lump’ that was my prostate, but I was already in such a fog
by this time I didn’t really register it. Though his elation at finally
finding my prostate and kissing my cheek for being so patient
brightened me a bit. The real pisser here is that I had no choice but
to be patient, and I’ve never even felt my own prostate. Something
pretty much the whole of Carrie’s biology class had now done.
Although
the rest of the day didn’t register, I felt like I was being protected
from Bamber and Storring, and always had an owner around, though the
constant excited babbling of people talking about having their fingers
up my arse kept breaking through my protective fog.
cas
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Biology
I
think what your mistress Carrie is doing for the school is a very kind
and generous thing. We're very proud of her sharing her slave with
everyone so that the whole school can get experience first hand of a
boy's anatomy. To allow intimate cavity inspections to anyone without
even being asked is very generous of her and shows juat what a lovely
young lady she is becoming.
Now, this is your chance to show
what a good abd obedient slave you are, so dont mess this up. You are
very lucky to have such a generous mistress, and lucky that so many
people are willing to play with your beautiful body. You are a gift to
the school this term so behave yourself.
Mr. J Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Biology
Sir
I
guess my mistress is very generous sharing my body with the whole
school. I'm sure a lot of people in her position would be wary of their
property being damaged or hurt with so many people handling it. Not to
mention worrying about the psychological damage being done. Yes I guess
she is being very generous to the school.
Yesterday, Tuesday
was unremarkable. More people seem interested in the slave than ever
before now they've all heard some of the thinks they'll be doing to me.
But the cage is causing quite a lot of grief to those people who are
too impatient to wait for their lesson to come round. This was very
evident in this morning's assembly. The wednesday punishment section is
still active, and still open to anyone who feels I have agrieved them.
I received 6 lashings from 7 people in junior assembly and 4 people in
senior assembly today. They were all jumped up charges of course, but
they all related to people who were upset their access to me was
hampered by my cage. If only they knew how upset I was about my own
lack of access to my willy.
The punishment rituals havent
changed, except now before the punishments start the headmistress
removes my cage. This seemed to attract some excitement in both
assemblies today, especially as i got customarily hard at my freedom.
The rest of the spectacle hasn't changed, requiring me to grovel about
on my knees laying the paddle in front of each of my accusers and
begging for punishment. The headmistress ended the humiliating ritual
by saying that charges for punishment have also been levied against
"E-2", as she annoyingly pronounces his name, like he's just fallen out
of a catalogue and thats his part number. "I thought this was made very
clear in the preceeding terms, E2 is a slave dedicated to serving Lucy
Dorridge, and Lucy Dorridge ONLY." She went on "You do not have any
rights to order E2 to do anything without Lucy's permission. If these
grievances are valid I will take them up with Lucy who can choose her
own punishment for her slave if necessary. Slave casper, on the other
hand, is owned by Carrie Jenkins, but as she has generously allowed him
to be educated in his own age stream, and not always in her presence,
he can be owned by anyone when his purple-badge-holding owners are not
around. As you are not allowed to hit casper, this is why we have this
Wednesday punishment section in assembly so you can punish him whilst
being supervised. So you now see the big difference between these two
slaves, I really dont expect to see any further charges against K2, nor
have to explain these differences to you again."
Well that told
them! Leave E2 alone and abuse me as much as they like. Its old news
but I hate hearing it. After all the unfair charges levied against me
in assembly i really didn't feel like performing naked for today's
lucky sex ed class. But of course, I had no choice. To make things
worse, yesterday in Geography i got a demerit for not doing the
assignment set on monday when i was playing finger puppet to miss
Carrie's class. Things are so unfair! How was i supposed to know there
was an assignment when i wasn't actually in the class?
Today i was
able to skip English though so its not all bad. I was instructed to
report to the biology lab during first break to be prepared for the
class. This was with a different teacher than the one who took Carrie's
class, this was Mr Billett. The teachers seem to have shared notes of
what Carrie had agreed they could do in their lesson, which from what I
could gather seems to be anything they want as long as its painfully
humiliating. I was quite confused about needing to go during break
though, which was slightly annoying as I was going to be 'looked
after', or 'owned' as they call it, by Janes who I sit next to in
Design. He's a pretty good laugh. I'm still going to carry on pimping
myself to people in my classes who i like. This keeps me from getting
owned by people i don't like. So after the careful organising i didnt
get my fun break with James afterall.
As it happens i had just
as much fun at break anyway. I reported to Mr. Billet as ordered, whe
explained that this will be a senior class, so most of the sex ed had
already been done in their earlier year, so this would be a more
technical presentation. We did sex ed about 2 years ago, so i guessed
these seniors had already done it. There seems to be no rhyme or reason
to the timings of these classes, i would have thought they'd get all
the lower classes in first, because i'll be free soon and once i'm free
i won't be agreeing to this crap anymore.
Anyway, after his
assistant washed me, you know, bottom, sctotum, willy, helmet, it was
no surprise that this pair had a key to me too. Mr. Billett then
painted the insides of a cock and balls on my actual cock and balls.
From one side I was normal boy, well slave, and if you looked at me
from the other side i looked like I'd been skinned alive. It was
awsome, he's a good artist, he even had time to paint some of my leg
and ab muscles, and a bunch of stuff on my back. He was very gentle
too, i could hear him breathing through his nose as he carefully copied
the textbook pictures on me, it was a little ticklish at times but felt
so good. i was a bit nervous when i got hard while he gently held it to
paint the urethra, but he just said "good boy, we can paint more detail
now" and carried on applying the paint to my unwanted erection. He may
have enjoyed it, i just found that bit very embarrassing. But honestly,
hardon aside, it was a fantastic feeling. i almost nodded off a couple
of times while standing there with the therapeutic brush lines lightly
stroking my skin. He also painted my prostate in, shown from the front
just above the base of my willy.
When the bell rang and the
class filed in i discovered they were a very special class indeed. One
of their number was Lucy Dorridge and her lovely slave Eetu.
It
was a super technical lesson, unlike Carrie's class, they got me hard,
inspected my cum and found my prostate, like Carrie's lot, but there
were discussions on muscle names and ..well loads of stuff that just
went over my head. They got me to cum in the first 15 minutes in this
class and rather than stand there slowly deflating Lucy asked about
refractory times and testing. The teacher thought this was a great idea
and Lucy set Eetu about the task of making me cum over and over and
squirting each one in a test tube which Lucy checked in the microscope
first before passing to other interested students to check. She seemed
better versed than the teacher in determining the sperm count and
'potency' which she was happy to explain to the class who seemed which
seemed deeply interested. I guess she's learned all that on the farm.
They gave me 5 minute breaks to start with, with the aim to reduce or
lengthen it. During this time Mr. Billett showed me off and let the
students photograph, poke and prod me, this seemed to be a very much
student-lead investigation with the teacher happy to advise or answer
questions. Being wanked over and over while 30 students poked at me
like a lab rat was pretty high on my humiliation scale. I couldn't see
if Eetu was just as embarrassed as he, as ever, wore his exceptionally
dignified emotionless face throughout. A couple of times when no one
was looking he squeezed my neck which was very welcome. A couple of
people tested my prostate just as I came, it seemed those times made
more sperm for some reason, a point Kelly was keen to note. Someone
asked her if she was sure her potency tests were correct and whether
these healthy looking wriggling sperms were not duds anyway. "This
slave has already sired twins which are due to be born in around 6
months time" she flatly responded to blank stares “he has fathered
twins” she spelled out to wows from the class and a number of slaps to
my back, which I accepted proudly.
I'm going to be a father to
twins. A pair of little caspers. I hadn’t thought of this until now.
Before, it was just having sex with that girl slave, and proving myself
as a stud, but now I’m being described as a father I’m not sure how I
feel about my own offspring going through a life like I’ve got. Of
course not all slave children become slaves, i hope both are being
surrogated for a nice couple who can't have children. I really hope
they wont be slaves too, if they are, i hope they’ll be like Eetu. I
wonder if Carrie has told mum and dad what I did at the slave farm. I
wonder if they view my children as their grandchildren, or just income
from my work. I guess no one will ever discuss it with me. I suppose if
I never see these children, then what does it matter, they were just
sperm when I saw them, I have no further investment than that. I hope
they don’t become tormented slaves though.
By the end of the
lesson i appeared to have a refractory time of 8 minutes and after 5
ejaculations minimal reduction in 'yield or potency', whatever that
means. Lucy whispered in my ear that her mum will be very pleased with
these results.
It was an interesting lesson, but i was knackered
at the end and really sweaty. i don't know what paint the teacher used
but none of it came off, smudged, or ran.
Lucy's test,
although humiliating, was heartening because at least I know that good
test ideas get carried out, meaning that the prostate milking idea from
Carrie’s class was dead in the water and I was spared potentially hours
of odd orgasm sensation. Orgasm with no fireworks!
cas
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Biology
Dear Sir
Thursday was a pretty standard day, I was spared from biology class prodding, but Friday more than made up for it.
I
was called to the girl’s gym after first break for a Non-biology
student lesson. I guess these girls were about Doug’s age, and I think
its the first year where they can opt out of lessons. The female
instructor unlocked me and handed my cage to her assistant. I assume
that this debacle is replacing a PE lesson. The teacher started off
painting to each of my sexual organs and asking the class what they’re
called. She had a board which she was writing all the names on. Both
technical and derogatory names were scribbled onto the board. She then
briefly explained the sperm path and its purposes. She then discussed
periods, eggs and their purposes. Then came the awkward part. The
assistant handed out a bunch of carrots and condoms and instructed the
girls to put the condoms on the carrots. OK so far. Some of the girls
moaned that they’d already done all this the year before, so the
teacher asked who wanted to put the condom on me. Every hand shot up.
“What state does the penis need to be in for you to put a condom on
it?” she asked the class. “Correct, Hard” she responded to one of the
girls, then grabbed my dick. I really feel weird about teachers
touching it, but I was good, I didn’t flinch, I just shut my eyes to
block out the embarrassment. “What kind of motion do I need to apply?”
She asked. “Correct” then sharded pumping me softly until I was hard.
“So, as you were correct Liz, you can be first, followed by liv who was
also correct. Form and orderly like behind these 2 girls, and if his
willy wanes, just pump it up a bit like this” she instructed gently
demonstrating masterbation on me again. It didn’t go unnoticed by me
that throughout the discussion she had one finger circling my rosebud,
but again I didn’t say anything or flinch. Twenty girls fumbled with my
cock, and 20 girls slipped the condom on me with varying degrees of
usability. There really wasn’t much time for them to have more than one
attempt, as the teacher kept reminding them. “Quickly now girls, I’m
sure you’re all looking forward to seeing what sperm looks like as its
ejected.” I don’t know what the excitement was, they’d all seen it at
the start of term, but I guess I understand its something worth
watching again and again. I could watch Doug cum on loop for hours. He
bites his lip and grunts with a high pitched squeak. He’s beautiful, in
everything he does.
As the last girl rolled the rubber onto my
shaft the teacher became slightly flustered as she bustled the girls
away. “The purpose of the condom is…what?” she asked “yes, and to block
diseases, some of which are….?“ Then she wrote the diseases called out
to her onto the board. “Well done girls. Now, lets see what the fuss is
all about. I’m sure you want to see how the ejeculate is released, so
we won’t be needing this” she continued, ripping the condom off me.
“The slave will now show you a solo orgasm.” She nodded to me “now!”
and I started the all to familiar action of wanking in front of a room
of excited students. This time all girls while she questioned the girls
again about where the penis would normally be inserted to make
children, What would replace the hand for stimulation etc, etc. One of
the girls answered that the mouth could be used, to giggles from the
rest. “Well, that's a good point, and thank you for mentioning it.” The
teacher responded, holding my dick to stop my pumping further. “You
don’t always want full intercourse, and a safer way is to eliminate the
whole baby making process altogether.” She took hold of my member again
and rubbed my helmet with her thumb, she could see the signs of my
impending orgasm starting to show on my face. “Would anyone like to try
this?” she asked. One hand went up then nervously lowered when she
realised she was the only one. The teacher called the girl forward and
knelt her down. “Just put it in your mouth” she said in an almost
whisper, again, fingering my hole. I’m sure if noone had volunteered
she’d be gobbling me down herself. The girl wrapped her lips around my
dick, then sucked me in. There were titters and excited sighs. “In out,
in out, thats it” she said to the girl who really got into it and sped
up, pushing the teacher’s finger away from my arse hole taking over
with her own finger.
“Please miss, I’m going to cum” I announced, as I had been trained to say.
“That's
enough now Jen” she said, pulling the girl off me. “Now, this is
pleasuring the male, which you don’t have to do. You don’t always have
to accept a boy’s penis into you through any of your holes. You can
make him pleasure you in other ways, which is probably the safest sex
you’ll have. Would you like him to stimulate you now Jen?” Jen nodded
eagerly as the teacher stood her up and flicked her fingers at me
signifying my role. Throughout all these lessons theres been a weird
assumption that I am sexually proficient. No one has asked if I knew
what I was doing or not. And this was no exception. I was just expected
to stimulate the girl. Obviously I knew what to do, running my fingers
up her thigh under her skirt then down the waistband of her panties and
in. It was warm and moist. It was very moist, i worked a couple of
fingers listening for the tell-tale moan prompts. A couple of girls had
started their own self satisfaction journeys, poorly hidden beneath
their bags which have mysteriously appeared on their laps. “That's
enough now” the teacher barked at me slapping my backside as Jen’s
moaning reached rapid succession. “Go and sit down Jenny” she snapped,
I think she was jealous actually. “Boy; we have about 10 minutes left
of this lesson, complete the task I set you earlier so the girls can
see what all the fuss is about”
i took hold of my hard dick once
again, it hadn’t subsided whilst i was playing with Jen, if anything it
just throbbed more. i was already on the cusp of cumming anyway, so a
couple of seconds was all it took before i shot a gigantuan load across
the floor to gasps and release-moans from the already excited girls.
There were no microscopes in this lesson, it just wasn’t technical. I
was presented with a cloth and told to clean up my mess while the
teacher hurriedly explained about tampons. This was an odd kind of
lecture, I’m not sure it satisfied its remit much, but that’s the joys
of PE teachers, they’re thick as shit so you don’t need to think much
in their presence. At least the lesson spared me from 20 more fingers
up my arse which i was deeply thankful for.
cas
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Biology
Hi Carrie darling
I’ve
been reading little casper’s accounts of the biology lessons. I must
say he’s taken on the role very well. I hope you and the other students
learned from your experience using him in front of teachers.
I
really must point out my concern in allowing so many students to
penetrate him with their fingers. Are you sure you have allowed the
right activity here? You wouldn’t want him to get ill and unproductive.
On another note, did you read the psychology report into your slave’s wellbeing?
Love
Jim
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From: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: Psychological assessment
Hi uncle Jim
I’m
glad you like the lessons I’ve arranged, I think casper will make a lot
of new connections, and maybe find more people wanting to play with him
during breaks.
I’ve been carefully inspecting his hole each
night during his bath time and he doesn’t appear to have been damaged
by any of the students, but I will ask the headmistress if she could
talk to the teachers about student finger nails and make sure there's a
lot of lube. I think you’re right, I wouldn’t want to lose my Saturday
income because he can’t perform at the shop. There may also be some
more farm work for him to do too.
The lessons will be
alternating, so some weeks will be Tuesday and Thursday and others mon,
wed, fri. On a sex-ed day I’ve been sending him to bed early. Straight
after his bath so he’s well rested.
Sue seems to have had fun with him on his visit.
The
psychology report was interesting to read, especially as it was from a
student trying a new field of psychology. It was like those pet
psychology reports you see. I saw he thought I should be kinder to the
slave, but I also noted from casper’s emails that he had been having
sex with my slave before he wrote the report. I think I’ve done a lot
to calm the slave down from how he was when he was free, and mum and
dad hadn’t managed to tame him till that point, so why should this
stranger tell me what to do?
He also said that casper is happy, so I must be doing the right things.
Love
Carrie
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: lady_Carrie@Freemails.com
Subject: RE Psychological assessment
Hi Darling
No
one is saying you’ve done a bad job. We’re all so very impressed with
how you’ve tamed the beast and made something useful out of him. But it
may be time to try a slightly new strategy and see how well conditioned
he really is. If more kindness towards your ex-brother means he becomes
a dick again, then clamp down, by all means, and you may have to walk
the line of kindness and punishment until he learns its best to have
you as a happy mistress. You never know dear, you may enjoy the
punishment opportunities this strategy gives you, or just enjoy having
him loving as well as obedient. It may also help relax your father a
bit.
Love Jim
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Biology
Hi Sir
Week
three of the most humiliating term of my life, and Tuesday was the
lowest I think I could ever go. That prostate experiment is still
active. They’ve just been ‘designing’ it I suppose. I guess they get as
many marks for the planning as they do for actually completing the
test. I was summoned to the biology lab during registration. It seemed
very early to be doing this, but the teacher and girls felt that based
on my past performances the experiment could go on for a while.
I
reported as instructed to Mrs. Lopp’s lab, she is the Biology teacher
who agreed to the prostate experiment. i arrived only to find that Mrs.
Lopp is not only a Biology teacher, but also a form teacher with her
own registration class. The three girls that Miss Carrie said could
experiment on me were already in the room, along with 30 other students
and Miss carrie. This looked like the form year of my mistress and the
three girls, but I wasn’t sure if they shared this registration period,
or they had all been summoned too. It wasn’t important, and none of my
business.
The class seemed a little unruly, and as soon as Miss
Carrie removed my cage there were whistles and desk banging. The
teacher calmed the room, but my inevitable erection brought more
whistling. It was pretty daunting and embarrassing really. “So, your
plan to not miss any classes and still manage the experiment was
probably what swung it with the governors to be honest, well done
girls. Will this do?” Mrs. Lopp said, pulling a trolley round with a
piece of foam on top.
The girls nodded excitedly and ordered me
to kneel on the trolley on all fours. There was a round of barking in
the room, assumedly referring to me being on all fours like a dog.
Someone started a chant of “Make him cum, Make him cum” which rang out
for a short while accompanied by barking and howling until Mrs. Lopp
regained control. The girls seemed to ignore the commotion and busied
themselves placing vials beneath my penis.
“I managed to get this
too” Mrs. Lopp said holding up a Prosty 2. It’s a prostate massager,
kind of like a big vibrating hook designed to, well, massage the
prostate when it’s inserted. The girls studiously slathered it with
lube and slowly inserted it into my arse. Carefully watched by Miss
Carrie, and cheered along by the class. The whole thing was utterly
demeaning, I just hung my head and tried to ignore the rabble's noises.
“So As you’ve noticed previously, casper here has a rather excessive
reaction to his prostate and his erection will simply not wane. How are
you going to ensure the ejeculate is deposited into your collection
vials, and not wasted running down his shaft?” The teacher prompted
again. Without missing a beat, Denise removed a pink ribbon from her
hair, tied a bow around my semi and fastened it to a weight on the
trolley. There was a vial already in place waiting for my dribbles. The
prosty 2 was switched on and within a short time my erection was at
full power threatening to bust the bow and dislodge the weight. Worse
still, the orgasm feeling had started already and I let out a long mid
to high pitched moan, followed by a longer low pitch moan. I couldn’t
help it, it was all I could do to stop it. Believe me I would have
prevented the noise if I could, the room just erupted with laughter,
whistles and echoing moans. It was mortifying, just utterly desperate.
My stomach sucked in, I lost my breath and then the juices started
flowing accompanied by another moan. I couldn’t do this for long, it
was agonising, worse still I felt like I wanted a pee. It was an awful
feeling, just an endless feeling of unfulfilled release, but endless
orgasm. I’m not sure the orgasm was in a nice way either, it was almost
like my guts were being vacuumed out. Obviously they weren't, the
Prosty was just a vibrator. i suppose its like when you’ve been sick
and you can’t be sick anymore but still keep convulsing and trying.
Well imaging that from your balls and dick. That wave ended thankfully
and I was able to relax. i looked at the stopwatch to see how long it
lasted, 30 seconds. Pretty good I suppose, apart from the humiliation
of having a baying crowd watch this horrendous spectacle I guessed I’d
be locked back up and out of there in 5 more minutes or so. i still had
a wretching feeling in my stomach, but i felt pretty good that the
ordeal was over. i closed my eyes to regain a bit of composure, before
the unedifying spectacle of climbing down naked from the wobbly
trolley. “That's a good flow” I heard the teacher saying “I think
you’re off to a good start here girls” It can’t be, I chanced a look
down between my arms and past my chest, i could see my harnessed
erection pointing into the vial's opening and there it was, a long
syrupy strand of cum oozing down into the glass. I couldn’t believe it,
betrayed by my own body.
“Good job you thought of the trolley
girls, you may be in for a long one here” Carrie chirped, squeezing my
neck. “I wish I was in your project group now, this could be fun. These
are so you can keep him” She then handed out a purple square ‘owner’
badge to each of the girls “And this to keep him in line if needed”
giving them a paddle to share, just as another orgasm started and took
over my systems again. I resumed moaning and whining to a laughing and
howling chorus from the class, this was the absolute pits!
The
bell rang and the class headed for their junior assembly, the girls
followed up behind, pushing me through the corridors on my trolley
wailing like an old broken ambulance siren as each orgasmic wave hit
me. The corridors were full with each student regarding me with a cross
between amusement and derision. Thankfully my fringe is now back to
full form since Tilly hacked my hair off, so I was able to hide behind
my hair as best I could. There was no mistaking it was me though. As
the hall, well gym, filled the head beconned the girls up to the
podium. Soon I was on the makeshift stage in front of all the juniors
kneeling naked on a trolley with my dick throbbing and dribbling into a
jar. The head described the experiment, and explained that the girls
would have full ownership rights today meaning there was no scope for
proxy ownership and to just leave their experiment alone. She blabbed
on a lot more, pausing while another orgasmic wave took over my vocal
chords. Now the whole lower school was laughing at me. She seemed to
enjoy it saying humiliating things like “When your experiment has quite
finished wailing and lets me speak I’ll continue….” This garnered more
laughing from the audience. The girls tried to help her by swatting my
arse to shut me up, being careful to avoid the Prosty 2, this didn;t
work as I had no control, but as each swat got another laugh, they did
more anyway.
With the horror of junior assembly over, we
headed for the senior assembly which was in full flow. The deputy
nodded as the headmistress and leaky slave circus took the stage for a
repeat of the humiliating ordeal for the benefit of the older students
who gafawed throughout just as much as the younger crowd.
My
ordeal lasted for hours, wheeling me around the school like some kind
of cum-producing tea-trolley, each one in turn taking me to whatever
class they had next, leaving me at the front of the class in full next
to their respective teacher. None of the classes went smoothly, the
teachers all seemed very patient with my howling, but the constant
laughing at my perpetual orgasms was horrendous. I bet the teachers
were having a great time in the staff room talking about it. Each one
feigned interest in the experiment so they could hold my dick, looking
at the lines studiously drawn on the vial by the girls every 15 minutes
since the start of the experiment.
One of the French teachers
was very kind though, as I was moaning my way through her lesson she
would put a comforting hand on my head and scrunge my hair periodically
rather than pausing and looking in a way that just drew unnecessary
attention to me. That was soothing, i liked that.
By lunch time
I was absolutely knackered, my moaning was more of a desperate cry and
my stomach felt like it was inside out, but annoyingly i was still
producing fluid. I lost count of the number of people who’d slapped my
arse in the corridors. Of course Lucy Dorridge was a regular visitor to
the girls to see how I was going, no doubt to be reported back to her
mother later. I hope she doesn’t take me to the farm and leave me on a
milking machine all night, that would be the end of me.
Out of
my three tormentors i liked Becky the most, she always rubbed my back,
and stroked my head, she often lifted my face to tell me what a good
boy i was, giving me a little kiss with it. I didn’t dislike any of
them, they were just doing a project, maybe they could have given a
thought to how I felt before starting this very public humiliation, but
I guess I’m just a slave so they don’t consider it.
Having marked the jar with the time and level the girls then took it in turns to get their food.
On
Denis's watch she proudly allowed people to pose for pictures holding
my dick like they were milking a cow. All the time taunting echoes of
my pathetic orgasmic whimpering, which now sounded more like a toddler
forcing out its last tantrum cry, rang out around the dinner hall. I
simply didn’t have the energy to make any better noises, but also no
energy to hold back the woeful noises I was making.
In
afternoon registration Mrs Lopp held my willy to check its flow. The
dribble thankfully was now poor, and Becky said they should put me out
of my misery by drawing a graph showing the production over time and
projecting when they expected me to be ‘empty’. I could have kissed her
if I had the energy to purse my lips.
The bow was removed, the
Prost 2 was carefully extracted, although it felt like it had grown to
become part of me as it was initially dislodged, and the last vials
were cleared away and catalogued. When it came to getting off the
trolley, that was easier said than done. My legs had stiffened and I
just had no oompf left. A few boys were asked to help me off, which I
could have done without. They folded me back so I was laying over their
arms staring up at them, cock projected forward and now most prominent,
which one of them used as a handle while he supported my butt with his
other hand and they lifted me down onto the floor to great laughter
from the rest of the class. I just lay there on the cold floor dick
pointing rigidly to the ceiling, like it had rigamortis, just trying to
straighten my legs. I was shuffled over and propped up against the cold
wall while I regained some strength. The girls received their cooing
from the teacher for a job well done and showed off their copious notes
and documentation while emptying my painfully milked cum down the
drain.
The bell went for lessons and I was basically ignored
as the classroom emptied. Even the teacher left. I just stayed there
dozing and weak. I was basically fazed for the rest of the afternoon, I
made an appearance at a couple of classes, shuffling down the halls
naked, no cage, no flip flops and no loincloth, my balls felt like they
had been inflated to 10 times their normal size, I almost believed I
should be able to roll around the halls on them as enormous wheels. My
dick on the other hand felt like it had shrivelled to nothing. But
everything was super sensitive. A naked boy in the halls gathers a lot
of gropes, this was no exception, and for the first time since the
start of term they also had no cage to hinder their access to my cock.
Now I was ownerless and they’d allseen my most comic, deprived and
lowest moment, I was now everyone’s clown. I was too numb frankly to
let it bother me.
In the lessons I did make it to, the
teachers made it clear that without my loincloth there was no furniture
for me, and made me sit on the floor legs wide open. I assume that was
to enhance their view. I just hope no other bright spark has any
experiment ideas.
Slave
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From: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
To: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
Subject: RE Biology
Slave
It
sounds like you’ve had an eventful start to the new term. I’m so glad
that Carrie is such a lovely and generous girl that she shares her
resources with her friends. Your mistress makes us so proud.
Science
is such an amazing thing. I’d love to see the results of those tests.
I’ve often wondered if muscle gets lazy over time. I thought of a
simple experiment myself to test that. Supposing you has an easily
observed muscle, like the sphincter, and stretched it over a period of
time, I guess ever bigger dildos would work for that, would its rest
state get bigger, or would it return to the the same diameter once a
dildo has been retracted. And would the speed it returns closed change
as the dildos got bigger. I wonder if that's an experiment I could get
your mistress to try out for me. I guess now we’ve discovered the
trolley time is no longer an obstacle while you’re being stuffed and
measured.
I must chat to Carry about this sometime. In the
meantime, next time you’re at work, send me the prices for different
sized dildos, the largest one needs to really stretch you.
Mr. Jenkins
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From: Casper429@Slavemail.CC
To: Jim.jenkins@lorbar.com
Subject: RE Biology
Sir
That's
an interesting sounding experiment. The trolley has a wobbly wheel.
It's not a very good trolley at all, and all the dildos will get stolen
in this school, it's quite rough.
Its been another week of sex
education, I am learning lots, but as the novelty for the teachers has
worn off, they are less bothered about my treatment. One day I had one
person with 2 fingers up me, another pulling back my foreskin while a
third was pinging my bum cheek with a stretched condom. Those things
hurt when they’re fired at bare flesh. The classes seem to be coming
round more frequently and at different times of the day, I guess to
catch different classes.
I’ve probably now had about 200 fingers
up my arse, some of them at the same time. I've cum for a class about
15 times and I’ve lost count of the number of people who’ve played with
my erection, helmet, foreskin or balls. All of these instances with me
either standing at the front or kneeling up on a desk with my hands on
my head.
This new-found familiarity with me and my body has
broken all the barriers between me and the younger students now.
Whereas before I was slightly shielded by their shyness and fear,
that's no longer the case. So many of them try and own me now before i
can get to my real owners. My cock cage has now seriously become my
friend.
Slave
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