The Devil's Advocate

Christian's
School of Humility

Chapters 19-21

Chapter 19

The rest of Sunday becomes a bit of a blur. I remember the ass fucking and subsequent anal climax in great detail of course. However, after that Danielle puts me on my side for my cleanup duty. This quickly goes from cleanup to another deep throat lesson. The rest of the night is fuzzy. I'm not sure but I think he ended up fucking my ass once more and taking my throat twice more. I think I blocked most of the details out. It is also possible that Danielle throat fucked the details out of my head via oxygen deprivation. Who knows how many millions of brain cells I ended up losing.

I could be wrong but I don't think I had any more anal climaxes for the rest of the night. I'm guessing I can only have those when my balls are hurting the most. That seems to be the correlation anyway. My balls still ache but nowhere near as much.

I wake Monday morning to the sound of Danielle running a bath. I look at the clock and see that it is an hour before my normal wake up time. I immediate close my eyes to go back to sleep. However, I then remember my weekend vacation with Danielle is over. This week could end up being just as bad as the prior one. I'm not sure I can survive that.

I don't know where I get the balls but I decide to make an escape attempt. Unknown to everyone, I've been creating an escape kit during the past several days. Unfortunately, there isn't much to it yet. There is just a roll of medical tape and some plastic food packaging. It isn't much but it should be enough to get me into the hallway. With luck I will make it another 20 yards to the main hall where the students will be roaming around. I will make the trip naked so they can clearly see I'm a boy.

If I was more awake then I would probably talk myself out of this plan. It isn't very well thought out and for all I know the students are already aware there are boys attending here. Though, I do find that a little unlikely. There is also the change that they might be too scared to tell their parents about it. Then there is the factor of the parents not wanting to tarnish the school's name. Yeah, it is a sucky plan. But half asleep it somehow seems like a good one. The sad part is that this is probably the best plan I've come up with in the past week or so.

Still, my focus isn't where it should be. I find myself thinking more about what might happen this week if I don't escape and not enough about the escape itself. Or even more important, what will happen when I'm caught. Yes, I said 'when'. Getting caught is a given. It's the middle of winter after all and I'm going to be naked. I don't think I would want to face the cold elements even if I had my school clothes on.

Danielle's bath lasts about 20 minutes. When he finally comes out I close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. He walks past the bed and on into the hall. I jump up and lift up the mattress where I have been hiding my escape kit. I grab the plastic and quickly push it under my collar where I know the metal contacts are. I then look out into the hall.

My plan is to sprint down the hall right when Danielle opens the door. I'm certain I can reach it right before it closes. However, when I look into the hall he isn't there. Oh, shit! Is he watching me in the observation room? Did he already make it out the door? The plan is going to shit very fast.

I start to panic but then hear a noise in my other room. Of course, he is probably putting my clothes and plug in my bathroom. He probably also needs to touch up his makeup and hair. I don't know how long I have so I jump back into bed and pull the plastic from my collar. I want to keep it ready so I stash it under the covers.

I lay there for another 20 minutes before I hear Danielle walking back toward the hall. I hear him walk into my room and next to the bed. For an instant I fear he has figured out what I'm up too. However, he just gives me a kiss on the forehead and starts walking away again. The second he is out the door I quickly replace the plastic and go to my door. The hallway is a long stretch but I can clearly hear the beeping as Danielle types in his code.

There is a short buzzing sound as the door unlocks. I peak around the corner and get ready to sprint. However, right when I'm about to kick off I see a large black hand grasp the door from the outside. I almost pee myself.

There aren't too many blacks that work at the school. Not that many black students now that I think about it. I'm pretty sure I know who this hand belongs too. The hand looks huge and is very high on the door. There is only one black man in this school that big… Ray. He's a security guard here and one big mother fucker.

I chat with him often. Or at least I did while I was janitor. He actually has a pretty interesting story also. You would think a security guard would be poor. Ray is actually probably the richest employee in the school. He's even richer than the Dean. He apparently inherited all of his money from his parents. He even has a younger sister who graduated from here several years back. Rumor has it he works at the school for free. His only fee is being allowed to play with the kids from time to time.

While his story is interesting, the main reason I hung around him was in hopes of someday seeing him in action. I can only imagine how big his cock must be and how a little 10 or 11-year-old would look trying to handle it. I never got the chance though. He always takes the kids into private rooms when he plays with them. I tried to peak at his cock a few times in the bathrooms but the urinal partitions just don't allow it. Not without making it obvious anyway. The closest I've come to seeing his dick is the impression it makes under his pants. He must be very virile because he seemed to have a hard on every time I met with him. While the impression in his pants gives a good estimate it just isn't the same as seeing it exposed.

I debated a few times whether I should ask my sisters if they ever got dicked by Ray. However, I just couldn't think of a good way of asking without it making me sound like I was interested in the guy in a gay kind of way.

I knew he had an office not far from this hall but it hadn't really occurred to me that he might be one of the main guards for this secure area

Ray holds the door open while Danielle easily ducks under his arm and walks away. As I watch this I can't decide what to do. Should I run to him and ask for help? Should I run and get under my covers? The first option isn't very smart. We seemed to be okay friends but he's a security guard for goodness sake. He has to know what is going on in here. To include what is going on with me.

No, the second option is best. However, I delay too long and he sees me peaking down the hall. He just raises his right index finger and shakes it back and forth. Then he turns and leaves, locking the door behind him. It's a small gesture but speaks volumes. He obviously knew what I was up too.

Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!

He knows I was trying to escape! Then I remember the video camera. Shit! He has video of it even! I'm so screwed!

I quickly remove the plastic from my collar and toss it in the trash can. I also grab the roll of tape and do the same with it. It is kind of late now but at least this will show them that I might have learned my lesson. A punishment will still be required but maybe it will be a hand spanking and not one with that nasty whip. Plus, there is always that tiny chance Ray won't report me… though I find that unlikely.

I shiver under the covers in fear for the next 20 minutes until the alarm goes off. Going through my morning routine seems trivial right now, but I quickly go about it. If anything, it might help show them how sorry I am for attempting escape.

My enema, shower and makeup are all a blur. All I can think about is what is going to happen to me once the Dean finds out about my escape attempt.

As a minimum, I'm sure they will take away my food supply. So, after I'm all dolled up I go to the kitchenette with the intent to eat what little food is left there.

"That bitch!" I groan when I find the bread and cheese is missing.

I don't really mean it. Well, not really. I'm upset with Danielle but mainly I'm just taking my anxiety and frustrations out on him for me getting caught earlier.

At least he left the egg. I haven't been that hungry lately and the egg is probably enough to get me through the day.

"Fuck!" I say much too loudly when I crack the egg open and find it is raw.

Could this day possibly get any worse? Stupid question… of course it can and probably will.

I have the egg cracked in half… one half in my left hand and the other half in my right. I stare down in disgust as I debate whether I should eat it or not. I keep telling myself I don't want too. However, the obvious counter point is that I have to eat something and a raw egg is better than dog food. Yet, I don't want to eat a raw egg. My mind goes back and forth like this for over a minute.

Stop being a pussy and just fucking eat it! the voice in my head yells. If Rocky can do this than you can.

Okay, don't ask me how I got the gull to compare myself to Rocky. Rocky is about as manly as a man can get. Me… well, I'm wearing fucking makeup and a girl's school uniform.

The yolk ended up within the shell in my right hand so I choose to eat the left portion first. I close my eyes tight and empty the half shell into my mouth. Oh, God! This is even worse than I expected. It takes all my will power not to spit the foul substance out. My brow and nose scrunch up in disgust as I force myself to swallow. Yeah, I'm definitely no Rocky.

The egg is even more viscous than sperm. However, just like sperm it seems to stick to everything as it slithers down my throat. God is it disgusting.

I tell myself that there is just no way I can eat the other half. Not with the yellow yolk in there. I walk to the bathroom to flush it. However, before I dump it I remind myself it is still better than dog food. Oh, God! It is absolutely horrid as I swallow the second half. I feel the yellow yolk go straight to my stomach but the clear outer part leaves a gooey trail behind just like the first half.

I gag over the toilet for a moment but manage to keep the egg in my belly. My stomach feels much better once I drink some water from the facet. I don't feel any of it in my mouth anymore but I still brush my teeth again just to make sure.

I almost pee myself when I enter the guest room and find the Dean standing there. I swallow hard when I see the doctor is there as well.

"Time for your ET and BS," the Dean says with a smile.

I forgot to ask Danielle about these acronyms and therefore still have no clue what they mean. The Dean says it though like I should already know what they mean. Normally this would piss me off but right now it is the sweetest sound ever. Like everything else, I'm sure I'm not going to enjoy this. However, it is something they already said they had planned for me. Therefore, this is not a punishment for my escape attempt. This means the Dean either doesn't know about it yet or isn't that upset about it. I know I'm not off the hook yet, but as a minimum it is at least a short reprieve.

"Disrobe and get on the bed," the doctor informs me. "Remove the plug also."

I quickly comply. With a possible pending punishment hovering over my head, I have extra reason to please them today. I do keep a close eye though on the doctor and the instruments he is taking out of his bag.

There is no piss or other tubes, so that is a good sign. However, the items he does bring out are things I've never seen before. One item looks like some kind of odd rod. The length of it is only a half inch wide but it has a large 2 inch [5 cm] metal ball on the end of it. I already know this is probably going up my asshole. I just don't understand why. I'm concerned but not too much. I know my hole can handle something that big.

The second item concerns me a whole lot more. It is a small half foot square box with controls on it. The doctor plugs it into the wall outlet and it makes a low humming sound. What really concerns me are the wires coming out of it. There are about a half dozen and the end of each wire is what looks like a very thin needle. Maybe this is a punishment after all.

"She learns fast," the doctor chuckles when he sees I've already positioned myself on the bed on my hands and knees with my ass pointed toward him.

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that," the Dean says. "Are you sure you haven't dosed her too much? She seems way too… compliant."

I blush as they talk about me like I'm a dog or something. I'm assuming they are talking about the estrogen or some other drug they have forced on me. Drugged or not, I'm still humiliated that they find me 'too compliant'. However, it is a good indication they don't know about my escape attempt yet.

The doctor frowns at the Dean. His face turns red with anger and for a second I think he is going to take a swing at the larger man.

"I assure you that her dosage is well regulated," he growls. "Has it ever occurred to you that maybe she just enjoys all of this?"

The Dean just shrugs it off and motions for the doctor to continue with my 'treatment'.

My blush deepens when I hear the doctor suggest I might enjoy all of this. Sure, I've had a few insanely good climaxes but that doesn't mean I enjoy or want to be doing any of this gay shit. I want to yell this at them but know better. It won't change anything… other than maybe anger them.

The doctor gives me a thorough inspection. I suspect this is just a normal part of every treatment. You know, first make sure everything is okay before you do harm… that seems to be the main precept of medical ethics in this place.

"Are they sensitive?" he asks as he rubs his finger lightly over my left nipple.

"Yes, sir," I barely whisper.

"Speak up," the doctor says as he gives the nipple a hard pinch.

"Yes, sir!" I yell out in pain. "They are very sensitive, sir!"

"She needs to work on her pain tolerance," the doctor says to the Dean. "Maybe she needs specialized training in this area."

"Nice try, doc," the Dean chuckles. "She will get to choose just like all the other girls."

"But, not all the other girls get to choose," the doctor points out.

I'm guessing that they are talking about me choosing a mentor. It is the only thing that makes sense in this context anyway. I'm not sure, but I think the doctor just asked for that choice to be taken away from me; for him to be assigned by the Dean as my mentor.

I'm glad the request is denied. However, it does confuse me. If the Dean has this power then why doesn't he just assign himself? My only guess is that he needs parental consent to deviate from the normal school protocol. Such a strict rule seems silly considering the nature of the topic. It seems to put way too much power into the hands of the student and parent; which is odd for this place. I'm guessing rule was put there by the school board and not the Dean. You don't see me complaining.

The Dean ignores the doctor's last comment. However, the doctor stares him down.

"Okay, I will talk to her father about it," the Dean relents.

I swallow hard when I hear this. I pray that the Dean is just following through with this request in order to please the doctor and not because he thinks my father might actually consent to it. Daddy, please don't consent! I am already 99 percent sure I don't want the doctor as my mentor. Who would?

The doctor continues with his examination. He fiddles with my nuts, asshole and clit. He also asks various questions about how they feel. I am a bit surprised though when he asks about my appetite. Specifically, he asks if I have had a loss of appetite recently. I confirm that I have. I'm always a little hungry but nothing like I should be. Not considering how little I get to eat each day.

"Good… good," he mumbles.

Good!? How is a loss of appetite good? I can only guess it is a normal side effect of what they are giving me. I fear though that at this rate I will lose a lot of weight and become rather frail in a matter of weeks.

"She is ready for a bigger plug," the doctor says as he inspects my hole.

"I want you to start using a number 3, Janice," the Dean tells me.

"A two!" the doctor quickly interrupts. "You can take her up to a three in a week or two maybe."

The doctor really confuses me sometimes. He doesn't seem to like me and clearly enjoys causing me pain, yet I've seen him often jump to my defense. I would write it off as part of his oath as a doctor. However, I doubt that is the case. He only seems to do it around the Dean.

I think this is more about some kind of rivalry going on between the two. It does make a lot of sense. They both seem to have their own level of power. Plus, they are both similar in how sadistic they can be. You would think they would be the best of friends. However, there is one obvious difference that puts a wedge between them… that being their manly hood. It sounds immature but it makes sense… at least to me. The Dean is a big man and has a huge manly cock. However, the doctor is much smaller and can't even get hard. I can easily see the Dean inadvertently, if not purposefully, rubbing this fact in the doctor's face. And I certainly can understand why the doctor would resent him for it.

My attention quickly returns to the doctor when I see him pull my cock cage's special screwdriver out of his pocket. I don't get my hopes up too high though. I remember what happened the last time he removed it.

"I need to remove your cage for your treatment," he informs me. "I can't have you squirting all over the place though. So, do you want me to milk you first or…"

He pauses for a second as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a hypodermic needle.

"Please milk me, sir!" I quickly beg before he can complete his sentence.

My quick response gets a chuckle out of both of them. I don't care; anything to avoid that damn needle. Hell, I don't even know what milking me means. I can't imagine it could possibly be worse. With the Dean here I'm sure the shot would have been in one of my nuts like they have been threatening to do for some time now.

I watch as the doctor puts the needle away. He then grabs the rod with the metal ball on the end. He brings it to my mouth. I know what he wants and quickly start licking it. It clearly is going in my asshole next so I make sure it gets plenty of slobber. As I lube it I notice something I missed before. The bottom end of the rod has a wire extending from it about two feet. At the end of that wire is a metal alligator clip. I remember the clothes pins from yesterday and pray that he doesn't plan to clip that on my nut sack.

"Clip it to his nuts," the Dean says as though reading my mind.

I get ready to bolt from the bed. I know how hard alligator clips can pinch. There is no way I could bear that kind of pain.

"His pain tolerance is way too low for that," the doctor says in an almost sarcastic tone.

The doctor's message is pretty clear to even me. If the Dean wants to get medical clearance for extremely painful procedures/training then he is going to have to ensure the doctor becomes my mentor.

For now, the decision seems to be out of both of their hands. It is for my father and/or I to decide. The Dean and the doctor's little rivalry though works to my benefit… this time. Instead of clamping my nut sack the doctor clamps it to my metal cock cage. I still don't understand the clamp's purpose but at least I'm spared some pain.

"Oh!" I groan as the large metal ball pops past my anal ring.

The metal ball at the end of the rod is cold and hard… even harder than my plug. It isn't that bad though once it is past my ass ring. It just feels a little odd is all.

As the doctor works the ball around inside me, the Dean walks over and sits on the bed just a couple feet in front of my face. I try to look down but he puts his index finger under my chin and lifts until I'm looking him in the eye.

"Oh!" I moan with pleasure.

"I think you found his clit," the Dean chuckles.

Do they plan to rub my clit until the cum pours out? I guess it does kind of meet the concept of 'milking'. I blush but don't dare try to turn away from the Dean's evil stare.

"Now be a good girl for daddy and try to hold your place," the Dean orders as he puts his large right hand on my left shoulder.

"AW!" I scream a second later when a bolt of lightning fires into my clit.

I instinctively try to escape by jumping forward but the Dean's hand holds me in place.

What the fuck was that?! The lightning bolt shot through my clit, across my taint and up my dick. It was extremely unpleasant.

"AW!" I scream again when another jolt fires through me.

This time, however, it is followed by spasms deep inside me. The spasms are mixed with pain but I immediately recognize them.

"I'm going to make a mess, sir!" I quickly warn them.

They just chuckle as my hips hump at the air and cum starts firing out the end of my cock cage. This climax obviously feels odd, but it seems a lot closer to a 'real' climax than the ones I have when Danielle fucks my hole. I will take those climaxes any day over this one though. This one is way too scary to be fully enjoyed.

"You better give her a couple more just to make sure you got it all," the Dean says as he looks directly in my eyes.

I can't imagine there being anything left inside me. I expect the doctor to counter the order.

"Maybe you are right," the doctor says after a moment. "She is a bit of a slut."

So much for consistency. I suspect the desire to shock me a couple more times has overridden the doctor's hatred for the Dean.

"AW!" I scream after each of the two shocks. Nothing else shoots out though.

"Clean," the Dean orders once the doctor removes the device from my cage and asshole.

I'm about to turn around to lick the bed sheets but I see the Dean is holding a paper plate in his hand. The plate has a large quantity of cum on it. The doctor must have snuck it under me in order to collect all my ejaculate.

I cringe in disgust as the Dean runs his index and middle fingers across the mess. How can he do something so disgusting? Who am I to talk, I'm about to lick those fingers clean. He brings them to my lips and I do exactly that. Or at least I try too. Before I can give them a good lick he pushes them past my lips and into my mouth. God I wish I had the balls to bite his fingers. It would teach the mother fucker a much needed lesson. Of course I don't. I just close my lips around them and suck and lick.

He pulls his fingers out and I close my lips and swallow. He continues my feeding until every drop is cleaned off the plate. It is so humiliating that my face is beat red and I'm crying by the time he finishes.

"Roll over," the doctor orders once the Dean pulls away.

When I roll over I discover my cage is no longer on me. My cleanup duty was so humiliating that I hadn't even noticed the doctor remove it. I quickly discover though that my cleanup isn't complete yet. The doctor's gloved hand is holding both halves of my cage out to me. I can easily see that the inside of each piece is coated with my jizz. I reluctantly take them from him and lick them clean. It is humiliating but not as bad as licking it from the Dean's fingers.

"Hand," the doctor orders.

He is on my right side so I reach out to him with my right hand. He takes it and then locks it in place using the leather cuff that is chained to that side of the bed. The Dean is standing to my left and just snaps his fingers. I don't want to give him my left hand but I have no choice. A moment later and it is cuffed as well. I'm now almost completely helpless. Not like I wasn't already. I get really concerned when they spread my legs wide and bind my ankles as well.

"You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment," the Dean whispers to me as he sits next to me on the bed.

He then starts running his fingertips back and forth across the hair stubble on my groin. As he does this I notice the doctor moving the metal box further down the bed near my right hip. I really start to sweat when I see this.

"Please don't," I beg.

I don't even know what they plan to do. All I know is that electricity plus needles plus groin does not equal anything good.

"Janice, do you know what electrolysis is?" the doctor asks in a surprisingly professional manner as he puts on some odd looking glasses.

"No, sir," I say as I try to stop my tears.

The truth is that the term sounds familiar but I have no clue what it is. All I know is that ET must stand for electrolysis treatment.

"Have you ever noticed how some of the girls in the school never seem to have hair under their arms or on their pussy?" the doctor asks but continues before I can reply. "Well, that is because their daddies don't like them to have hair there. Some shave it off. However, some daddies have me use this device on their girls instead. This device fixes it so that hair never grows there again. Your daddy has had me use this on all his other girls and has given me permission to use it on you as well."

"Please don't, sir," I start begging in panic.

As I beg I also struggle against my bonds. Like last time, they don't budge an inch. And like last time, my begging accomplishes nothing. I figured as much but I can't help but beg anyway. There is always that one in a billion chance they might have mercy on me.

"Do his nuts first," the Dean says with a grin.

The doctor frowns but doesn't say anything. I think he is looking forward to this also. He uses his left hand to grab hold of my nut sack and grabs one of the wire leads with the right. I start to struggle more as the needle heads for my nuts.

"Please!" I beg. "I'll be a good girl! I swear I will!"

I then proceed to offer them every sexual act I can think of. They just patiently listen to me beg… smiling the entire time. The things I offer them would make a five dollar whore blush. I go on for almost three minutes before I run out of things to offer.

"Shhh," the Dean finally whispers. "You will get the chance to do all those naughty things in good time. Right now we need to take care of this. Now settle down or those needles are going to dig much deeper than necessary."

I keep struggling anyway. The doctor gives me a moment and then starts to get impatient.

"Have it your way," the doctor says as he brings the needle down toward my balls.

"No! No! No!" I beg.

I'm still panicking but my body goes stiff when the needle gets close. The last thing I want is that needle going deep in one of my nuts.

"Quiet down," the doctor growls as he looks closely at my sack through his odd glasses. "It's not going to be that bad. You probably won't even feel the needle. I just push it into the follicle, give it a little jolt of electricity and then pluck the hair out with some tweezers."

I'm sure that sounds rational to someone in the room but it doesn't to me. All I get from that is that he plans to stick a needle into my nut sack and shock me with it. Oh, and then pluck my nut hairs out one by one.

"Oh!" I let out when I feel a very brief sting on my nut sack.

My outburst is pretty loud but it really didn't hurt that bad. Well, not compared to what I expected. The Dean holds his hand out and the doctor drops the hair into the Dean's palm. The Dean delicately transports it to in front of my face. He manages to pinch it with his fingers and shows it to me.

"One down, about a thousand to go," he informs me.

He then has me open my mouth so he can drop the hair inside. There is no taste or anything of course… just humiliation.

I calm down a lot after this first hair. It clearly isn't as painful as it sounded. This allows the doctor to really get to work. He starts using all the needles and doing half a dozen hairs at a time. This stings a lot more but it's still bearable. The worst part becomes the humiliation of the Dean feeding the hairs to me.

As I calm down my mind starts to focus again. It then hits me exactly what is happening. They are permanently removing my hair! I was so focused on the pain earlier that this hadn't fully set in. Of my God! They are really doing it! I can't believe my father approved this. My manly pubs had just started growing not long ago and now I'll never have hair down there again!

I know that struggling and begging won't do me any good. So, I do the only thing I can. I cry.

The procedure lasts what seems an eternity. At least two hours… maybe more. I actually start to get rather bored by the half way mark. The doctor and the Dean though don't waver in their fascination with the task. This surprises me considering how tedious it seems. I would think they had better things to do with their time.

It is clear that this is some kind of sexual fetish for both of them. The doctor shows this via his attention to detail. The Dean shows it via the huge bulge in his pants. I suspect the Dean would have shot his load down my throat a dozen times during the procedure had the doctor not been there.

I start crying again when they finally announce they are done. It's just hard dealing with the fact that I won't have hair there ever again. The last pubic hair I will ever grow is now tucked away in my belly.

The Dean undoes my wrists as the doctor puts the machine away. They either plan to do my underarms some other day or simply forgot. I'm not about to remind them.

As my wrists come free I sit up. I don't want to look at their handy work but I just can't stop myself. When I look down I'm a bit disturbed. It's smooth like Danielle's but it is all red. It looks like I have a thousand little insect bites. Clearly this will go away with time. I'm sure Danielle has had this treatment and his public area is as smooth and clean as a baby's. This last thought makes me start crying again. I feel like I've lost the last of my manhood.

"It obviously wasn't that bad," the Dean chuckles as he grabs my hard dick. "Stop being such a crybaby."

I'm mortified that I could be so hard at a time like this. I know it is the cage's fault, but still you would think my cock would exercise at least a moment of silence in respect to his fallen comrades.

My hand reaches out on its own and grabs hold of the Dean's. I'm ashamed to say that I'm not trying to pull his hand away but making sure it stays in place. It feels so good to be hard again. I also know it will feel SOOO good to climax like normal as well.

"She's a slutty one," the doctor says as I start to hump up at the Dean's hand.

Right when I think I'm building to a climax the Dean pulls away. I moan in disappointment and then reach down with my own hands.

"Ah!" the Dean growls. "Be a good girl now and settle down!"

I have to clasp my hands together in front of me to keep from reaching down. I was getting so fucking close! I need that cum so badly!

"You might want to zap him a few more times before you do the BS," the Dean informs the doctor.

The doctor doesn't say anything. He just grabs the electric rod. He doesn't bring it to my lips this time. He just rotates it around in the pool of precum that is sitting on my tummy. A second later and I feel the large round end of it pop into my hole. A few seconds after that and I feel it rubbing against my ass clit.

"OW!" I yell in pain when the doctor suddenly attaches the alligator clip to my nut sack.

This I was not expecting… especially after what he said about my pain tolerance earlier. My only guess as to why he did it this time is because it was his idea and not the Dean suggesting it.

I try to reach forward but the Dean grabs my hands and holds them together in his vice like grip. I can do nothing but stare down in horror.

"Oh!" I let out when the familiar bolt of lightning stimulates my ass clit.

My hard dick pulses up and down but nothing comes out.

"Oh!" I let out again when the second bolt hits.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I groan in a sick kind of pleasure as my dick starts shooting cum out all over my belly.

This climax feels even more like a normal one. Only I'm in too much pain to really enjoy it.

"OH!" I yell again as the doctor removes the alligator clip.

The whole ordeal takes less than two minutes and leaves my mind spinning in a sea of confused pain and pleasure.

A moment later humiliation is added as the Dean uses his fingers to feed me my cum once more.

As the Dean feeds me the doctor puts my cage back on and then pulls another box out of his bag of tricks. Haven't I had enough today?! I'm still conscious and breathing so I guess not.

The box is about 5 inches [12 cm] tall and wide but at least a foot and a half [50 cm] long. How does the doctor fits all this shit in his medical bag? I mean, it's a big medical bag but surely he keeps actually medical supplies in there also.

The box looks fancy and expensive which tells me that whatever is inside it probably is well crafted also. That said, the box also looks old. You can tell by all the scrapes on it that it has been carried around in the doctor's bag for many years.

I'm relieved a little in knowing that this treatment wasn't designed just for me. That many students have probably endured it in the past. If they survived it then I probably can also.

Butterflies start doing the tango in my stomach with all the sperm as the doctor lays the box down next to me and begins to unfasten it. I'm licking the last of my cum off the Dean's fingers as the box finally opens. What I see inside… well, I don't know what it is.

There is a series of what look to be stainless steel rings, each separated by a thin partition. They all look to be about 4 inches [10 cm] in diameter. However, each one is slightly longer than the prior. The first one is a half inch [1¼ cm] long. The next is 1 inch [2½ cm]. Each following one is a half inch longer than the prior. There are eight total making the final one 4 inches [10 cm] in length. Well, there would be eight of them but two are missing. The 2½ and 3 inch [6¼ & 7½ cm] ones are gone. I have to assume they are lost or being used by someone else.

"Two incher?" the Dean asks.

"We will be lucky to fit a one inch one," the doctor replies.

As the doctor says this he is tugging on my nut sack for some reason. Like this somehow demonstrates his point.

The doctor reaches down and gently pulls out the one inch long ring. I expect wires, needles or something to be attached to it. However, it looks surprisingly plain and benign. It's just a simple round metal ring. It's one inch long, four inches [10 cm] wide with a 1 to 1½ inch [2½-4 cm] hole in the center.

The doctor turns it in his hand and I note there are a few holes in the side of it. I get a very bad feeling when I see the doctor pull out the special cock cage screwdriver again. This plus the way the doctor tugged my balls earlier gives me a good idea where this metal ring might be going. For the life of me though I just can't imagine why. Well, other than to cause me pain.

The doctor undoes two screws and the thick metal ring splits in half.

"Please!" I beg when the doctor lowers the two halves toward my groin. "I'll be a good girl!"

I know I'm just repeating the same pleas as earlier but what else do they want? I'm promising them exactly what they want from me… so why don't they stop?

"It's okay… daddy has you," the Dean says as he puts his right arm around my shoulder. "We are just going to stretch your balls a little."

I start to beg and tell them how bad my nuts hurt, but the Dean just sticks two fingers in my mouth to shut me up.

"Mmm!" I scream around the Dean's fingers as the doctor's gloved hand tugs hard on my nuts.

A second later I feel cold steel encase my sack underneath my nuts. I continue to groan as the doctor carefully fastens the two halves back together. Finally he leans back and I see my poor nut sack wrapped in their girdle of steel… my two large nuts bulging out the bottom of the ring like a large grotesque balloon.

The Dean removes his fingers from my mouth but I don't say anything. I'm too busy taking quick shallow breaths to help deal with the pain. My balls feel like someone is squeezing them. It is very uncomfortable and makes me feel a little nauseous.

The Dean reaches down and lightly runs the tip of his index finger across my balls. Even this gentle touch causes the pain to increase.

"Pl…please, sir!" I beg. "I'll…"

"It's okay sugar. I know you will be a good girl for us," the Dean interrupts. "That's what all of this is for."

It takes a few minutes but the pain finally subsides somewhat. I'm left with just a kind of throbbing sensation coming from my nuts. As I settle down the door opens and Drew walks in. The timing is too good for it to be an accident. I'm certain she was watching from the observation room. I blush when I realize there might be several others in there watching me. My dad might even be in there.

The doctor proceeds to give Drew a slew of instructions on how to treat the red dots on my groin. He also tells her how often to inspect the ball weight and how often to remove it and for how long.

Drew doesn't seem to be paying much attention. I'm guessing she has already dealt with this many times in the past. Or at least I hope so.

"No more panties for you little girl until your BS is complete," the doctor says as he picks up my pink panties.

The Dean gives an angry look as the doctor drops the panties into his medical bag. It is clear the Dean wanted them as some kind of trophy. He doesn't say anything though.

The doctor is the first to leave. Surprisingly, the Dean leaves as well. He has been hard for the past few hours and I thought for sure he would stay and make me suck him or something. I feel sorry for whatever little girl or boy he decides to take his lust out on, but at least it isn't me.

This leaves just Drew in the room. She removes the ankle cuffs and then sits next to me on the bed. She holds her arms out to me. I'm already sitting up and quickly go into her arms. It feels so warm and secure as she holds me tight. She gently rocks me back and forth as I cry. I feel so utterly sad and hopeless. My pubes are now gone forever and my balls are being stretched. I cry over this and much more.

My two trainers have been pretty distant in the past week. In fact, I've barely even seen them. Though, I'm certain they are really the ones running the show in the background. Drew makes up for all this distant nature by this one simple hug. God, I needed this hug so bad.

She patiently holds me for at least 15 minutes until my tears finally slow down. When I finally back away I see the huge wet spot on her white shirt. I fear a punishment is coming for it but she just looks down and laughs it off. I giggle as well. I don't know why I'm giggling, other than it feels good to do so.

I bite my lower lips as Drew unbuttons her shirt and removes it. I've yet to do anything sexual with Drew and the thought is very welcomed right now. Being with a girl right now would make me feel like a man again. I need that so much. My cage prevents me from fucking her of course, but I could still lick her pussy. Hell, just drinking her pee would make me feel more manly right now.

"Go hang this in the bathroom to dry," she says as she hands me the shirt.

I carefully take it from her and slide out of the bed.

"Oh!" I yell as gravity grabs hold of my ball weight and tugs down.

The pain drops me to my knees before I can get control of my body. Somehow I manage to keep the shirt from touching the floor. I know the floor is clean but it would show disrespect to Drew to let it touch. I do use one of my hands though to grab hold of my weight.

"No!" Drew growls from the bed. "You are never to touch your weight! Not ever!"

Her voice is so demanding that I comply before even thinking about it.

"Owie! Owie! Owie!" I groan as gravity takes hold of the weight again.

My hand keeps lowering toward my groin and I have to keep commanding it to stay away. I kneel there panting for at least a minute before the pain subsides a little. I delicately stand back up.

"Oh," I groan as I take a step toward the bathroom.

The bathtub is only about 10 feet [3 m] away from my current position but it looks like a mile. Very slowly I walk bowlegged to the tub. It takes me two minutes to close the short distance. I grab my three clothespins and slowly climb up on the tub so I can hang Drew's shirt.

"Oh!" I grunt in surprise when I feel fingers touching my sore nuts.

I almost lose my balance but Drew is there to hold me steady. She holds me there long after I'm done pinning her shirt up. She runs her hands up and down my body. Some of it actually feels real good and yummy. However, she spends most of her time tweaking my nipples and toying with my sore nuts.

"Seeing your nuts like this really turns me on," Drew whispers. "I could just eat you up."

Then, she does something very wild. She kneels down and gently licks my nuts. There is discomfort just like when she touches them with her fingers, but there is also pleasure from the thought of what she is doing. She licks back and forth on them for over a minute. They are dripping wet by the time she is done.

She doesn't move her face away though. Instead she angles her head and starts licking my taint. It is an odd, yet pleasant feeling.

"Oh!" I let out in surprise as she pulls the cheeks of my ass apart with her hands.

I groan again as her tongue slowly slithers across my taint and into the crack of my ass.

"Mmm," I moan in pleasure as it reaches my hole.

God, does that feel good! She flicks her tongue around on the outside for over a minute before she pushes it inside. I've seen girls at the school do this to teachers on occasion, but this is the first time I've had it done to me. It's not like I never had the opportunity to experience it. I just felt it was too gay; even if it was a girl doing it. My perspective on the subject is vastly different now. The pleasure is so great that I can't help but push my ass back against Drew's face.

As Drew munches on my asshole I feel a part of me fall in love with her. I know it's not a true love. Nor is it something I wish to feel for one of my trainers. However, I just can't help it. This is a huge sacrifice Drew is making for me. She does not have to take such a submissive role. However, my dominant position makes me feel manly once more. I think she realizes this is what I need right now in order to maintain my sanity.

"Would you like me to make love to you?" Drew whispers as she pulls away and slowly kisses her way up my back.

"Yes!" I almost scream.

She picks me up off the tub with one hand under my knees and the other behind my back. I'm amazed at her strength as she easily carries me out of the bathroom… my ball weight painfully swinging below me.

She lays me on the bed and her body quickly follows. We embrace and start kissing deeply as she kneels over me. Her kisses feel loving just like when Danielle kisses me. However, these kisses are even better because they are coming from a girl. No, not a girl… a woman. I'm kissing a woman! It dawns on me that this is a wonderful first for me. All the other girls I've kissed in the past have been just that… young girls. I never thought kissing a fully grown woman would be any different, but it is. This is someone old enough to know what they really want. And right now that is me. This makes me feel extra special.

Our kisses are eager and passionate as we try to devour each other. I want to give her more pleasure so I reach down with my hand. She pushes it away though. She won't even let me rub my leg between hers. I guess I am moving a bit fast. But it is not like these are normal circumstances. It quickly dawns on me though that she is just teasing me. She is trying to build up my desire for her pussy. It's working also. I know she probably wants me to do something very nasty to her cunt. Probably lick her to climax and suck her cum down my throat. Maybe even drink her pee. I don't care. Anything to make her feel as good as she is currently making me feel.

We kiss like this for a long time before she finally sits up. My mouth waters as she slowly undoes her bra and pulls it away from her body. Her breasts look like they are maybe a C-cup and they are perfect. She tosses her bra to the floor and then leans in until her left nipple is over my mouth. I eagerly close my lips around it and start sucking. A teacher had me nibble on a 7-year-old's nipples about three weeks ago, but other than that I've never had any experience at this. I'm more of an ass man than a breast one.

Unlike with the little girl, I make sure my teeth stay clear of Drew's nipples. I don't want to spoil our special moment. I suck on them gently with my lips and flick my tongue around the nipple. Drew moans with pleasure and I feel proud and happy. I thank my water bowl for training my tongue so well.

I nurse on her nipple for at least five minutes before it pulls away with a pop. She lowers her head over my chest and starts sucking on my left nipple in the same way I had done to hers. The nipple is extra sensitive but it feels good at the same time. I nibble on my lower lip as she licks and sucks at it. In addition to repeating what I did to her, Drew also gently nibbles with her teeth and shows me a few other tricks.

She does this for a couple minutes and then leans back up so she can feed me her other breast. I get significantly more moans of pleasure from her as I duplicate everything she just taught me.

"Will you… lick me down there?" Drew asks almost shyly.

We both know she can make me do this whether I agree to or not. However, it makes me feel good that she asks first.

"Yes," I eagerly reply.

Casey's pussy had tasted okay but I wouldn't say I loved or even really liked the flavor. However, I so much want to please Drew right now. So much so that I don't care what it tastes like.

Drew sits up on her knees. Her lower garment looks exactly like my school skirt does only Drew's is a dress and goes all the way to her knees. I get even more excited as she reaches underneath it. A second later I see her hand come back out, pulling her white panties along with it. She shuffles a little as she works them down her legs and then off. She tosses them to the floor with her bra and turns her attention back to me.

She has me sit up straight. She then stands up on the bed. Everything suddenly goes dark as she flips her dress over my head. It's wild how sexy this feels. I bring my hands underneath and search out her sex. My hands find her rump first. I gently caress it. When I move toward her pussy though I find it is being protected by her hand. You would think this would piss me off or ruin the mood but it doesn't. It just drives my desire even higher. It is amazing how a little age can so vastly improve a girl's love making. Not that I ever made 'love' to a young girl before. For them it always felt like plain old sex. Not that I ever complained. I just never realized what I was missing out on. I am quickly discovering that now though.

That said, it does confuse me a little as to why she put my head under here if she isn't going to let me lick her pussy. My face turns red in embarrassment when I remember what she did to me in the bathroom. She wants me to lick her asshole. I'm desperate to please her, but I'm not so sure about this.

I lean up and kiss her ass cheeks a few times. I know it isn't what she wants but it at least buys me some time to decide whether I can actually go through with it or not. The kissing doesn't seem that bad so I stick my tongue out and lick the cheeks. I even lick toward her crack. Before I know it I'm starting to dart my tongue into the crack occasionally. There are no foul smells or flavors so I become even more energetic.

I run my tongue back and forth in her crack for over a minute before I finally reach up with my hands so I can part her cheeks. This gives me much better access. A thrill shoots through me as my tongue runs across the bottom of her crack for the first time. This is so depraved. It is also very disgusting but in a weird good kind of way. I get an extra thrill when my tongue runs across her puckered little butthole for the first time.

I cautiously bring my tongue back into my mouth and discover the flavor isn't bad. In fact, it tastes a little like sweet strawberries. It dawns on me that she probably cleaned and prepped her asshole with flavoring just for me. This turns me on for some reason. It also makes me feel special that she went to so much planning and trouble just for me.

I stick my tongue back out and attack her rosebud with more energy.

"Oh!" Drew moans in pleasure.

Her moans make me want to go even further. I make my tongue go hard and then I slowly push it into her hole. I'm rewarded with even louder moans. It isn't long and I'm fucking her asshole with my tongue and lapping at it. I even pucker my lips to it from time to time and give it little smooches. I know what I'm doing is perverse and disgusting but all of that doesn't matter. This is Drew and my special moment together.

Like all good things though, it eventually comes to an end. She is moving and angling herself so I can finally feast on her pussy. My tongue leaves her asshole and slowly works across her taint and toward her pussy. I run into her hand again but it slowly move out of the way this time.

It is dark under the dress and my angle is weird, but it quickly becomes apparent that something just isn't right. There is too much… well, bulk.

"No!" I groan and try to pull away when I realize I'm licking as set of large balls.

Drew is a man! My initial reaction of course is utter shock. Then comes the utter disgust as I remember everything I just did with him. I kissed him, sucked his nipples… oh, God, I ate his asshole! I gag and feel like throwing up. I probably would but my stomach is pretty empty right now.

I struggle to get out from under the dress but Drew's strong arms hold me in place.

"Be a good girl now," Drew growls from above.

Her command is enough to make me stop my struggles. However, it takes me a minute to get the courage to start licking his balls again. It's very revolting but nothing I haven't done before. The main thing I have trouble coping with is the fact that Drew is a dude and not a girl like I had assumed. You know what happens when you 'assume'. You end up making out with a dude and eating his ass. Okay, that isn't the right saying but it's what happened.

I lick and suck at Drew's ball sack for several minutes. He doesn't order me to move on to his dick and I'm not about to volunteer. As I suck his balls I notice they hang down even further than Danielle's. I'm guessing this is a result of ball stretching like what I'm undergoing. I can only imagine how many months Drew has endured this procedure in order to get his ball sack to stretch so far.

If I had to guess I would say he could handle the 4 inch [10 cm] weight. Will they keep stretching me until I can accommodate the same? I'm not so hot on the idea of such a modification to my body. To have my balls hanging down so far and flapping about… it's horrible. Of course, it is not any worse than losing my pubic hair forever.

While I don't volunteer to advance to his cock, I do try my best to please his balls. I kiss and lick them. I also suck them into my mouth one at a time. I try to get both in but his nuts are just too big for that.

At least seven or eight minutes goes by before he finally lifts his dress off my head and steps away. He steps off the bed and removes the rest of his clothes. My eyes immediately go to his cock. It's a little longer than Danielle's… maybe 8 inches [20 cm] long and 1½ inches [4 cm] thick. At the same time I note that he is just as bald down there as Danielle. Well, just as bald as me now also I guess.

The next thing I look at is his balls. Each look to be at least the size of an egg. What fascinates me most though is how low they hang. Now that I can see them I can tell he could definitely handle the 4" [10 cm] weight. They don't necessarily look hideous or anything, just a little out of the ordinary.

I conclude that it doesn't look all that bad. Certainly something I could easily live with if I had too. I'm just not sure I am going to be able to survive the BS treatment itself. This 1 inch [2½ cm] weight already feels like I'm hanging a truck from my nuts. The longer ones not only will stretch the nuts further out but obviously weight much more also.

"Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" Drew asks as the last of his clothes hit the floor.

"Yes… ma'am," I whisper.

My instinct is to call him a 'sir' but I'm certain Drew would take offense. Just like I'm sure he would take offense had I said 'no' to his question. The way I see it, if I give my ass up then he might spare my throat. Regardless, I'm going to get dicked so I might as well try to govern how.

Drew licks his lips and gives me this very animal like seductive look.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard!"

He doesn't say it with words but I can read it in his face.

While Drew is in the mood, I'm very far from it. At least with Danielle I was excited about draining my nuts… even if I was disgusted with how we were going about it. Thanks to the doctor, my nuts are pretty empty right now. That leaves me with just the disgust. A small part of me is also somewhat disappointed that my first real time with a fully grown man would be… well, a sissy.

Don't take that the wrong way. In no way do I want to have sex with any man. I guess I just got this mental image of what type of man would end up riding me for the first time. He would be big and strong and smell all musky like. He would hold me down and take my hole without mercy. I never envisioned it would be some dainty guy that wears a dress and smells like rose petals. The thought of taking Drew's sissy sperm in my hole is revolting and a rather disappointment… in a weird kind of way.

I'm sure this sounds silly considering what Danielle and I have done already. And yes, I came a lot on the end of Danielle's dick. However, that is different. Danielle is just a young boy like me. Sure, he's a sissy and even has small breasts, but he is only 14. Even if he was a normal boy you wouldn't expect him to be big and manly. That isn't true for someone as old as Drew.

"Hands and knees," Drew orders as he climbs back into the bed.

Despite how disgusting it is, I still want to please Drew. He is one of my trainers after all. My trainers haven't done all that much with me directly so far but I'm certain they have a ton of say in what others do to me. Quickly obeying this simple order though is a lot harder than you might think. Especially with this large weight attached to my nuts.

It takes me almost a minute to gingerly move into position. Each little movement hurts my poor nuts and my hands keep moving to protect them. Thankfully, I manage to stop my hands before they reach the weight. Drew seemed extremely sincere about his earlier warning about not touching the weight. The weight is extremely unpleasant which tells me the punishment for trying to relieve that discomfort would have to be considerably worse.

"Lube it!" Drew orders as he kneels next to my head.

I gather as much saliva in my mouth as possible and generously apply it to his cock using my tongue and lips. Thankfully, he doesn't ask me to deep throat him. He looks to be less than an inch longer than Danielle but I'm certain that inch makes a lot of difference when throating a dick. I certainly don't want to test that theory.

Lubing him is humiliating but it is nothing compared to what I know is coming next. Sure enough, once his dick is dripping wet he moves around to my backside. My skin crawls with revulsion as I feel him spit on my hole. God, is that disgusting!

"Oh!" I groan as his dick slowly slides inside.

I'm surprised at how similar his cock feels to that of Danielle's. Drew is circumcised, unlike Danielle. They are very similar in size though. I guess it makes sense they would feel the same.

While they do feel similar physically, mentally they are completely different. Maybe it was just because my nuts were so full of cum, but with Danielle it seemed more… I guess special. You know, kind of like we were sharing something. I don't feel that at all with Drew.

"Oh! Shit!" I yell out in pain when Drew pulls most of the way out and slams back in.

The cock itself actually feels a little pleasurable. However, the hard thrust causes my body to jerk forward. This in turn causes my ball weight to swing. God, that hurt!

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

"Oh! Please!"

Each thrust jerks my balls back and forth and sends waves of pain throughout my body. Being fucked by Drew like this is not only painful but very scary. With Danielle I often get the impression he would stop if I was too uncomfortable. Plus, if I wasn't tied down then I also knew I could overpower him to make it stop. Neither is the case with Drew. It is clear he plans to drill my ass as hard and long as he wants and that there isn't anything I can do to stop him.

"It turns me on when you beg," Drew whispers down to me.

I ignore the comment at first but then I realize I can use this to my advantage in order to shorten my ordeal. The more I turn him on the faster he will cum. Begging is humiliating but after the last week or so I'm no longer too proud not to do so.

"Please stop!" I start begging.

"You're too big!" I continue. It's not true but I figure it will turn him on.

"Tell me about your balls!" Drew growls with passion.

It ticks me off that he is aware of how much pain he is causing me. After thinking about it though I realize that he of course would know what it feels like. He has no doubt gone through the same BS treatment.

"Please! My balls hurt so bad!" I say between sobs.

I know in my heart that Danielle would never get pleasure from causing me pain like this. However, Drew goes into overdrive when he hears me say this.

Despite the pain, I also feel a small tinge of pleasure in the background as Drew slides back and forth against my ass clit. It's not a lot but just enough to cause me to slightly hump back from time to time.

"Are you going to be a good girl for me and cum?" Drew pants as he hammers his dick in and out.

I blush when I realize he noticed my desire starting to grow. I don't see how he can expect me to cum this way though. There is just so much pain mixed in.

"Tell me you will be a good girl," He growls when I don't reply.

I've said it a few times in the past but have trouble doing so again. It is always so demeaning. I'm not a girl and certainly don't want to be a 'good' one. I know it will turn Drew on though so I swallow my pride.

"I'll be a good girl!" I reply.

"I'll be the bestest girl in the whole world," I add as I remember what Danielle said the other day.

As I say this a jolt of pleasure runs up my spine. It is not the first jolt of pleasure but it is the first one that seems to override the pain. I'm not so hot on the timing of it. I would have preferred it not happen right after me saying how good of a girl I was going to be. I tell myself it is just a coincidence. However, when I say it again I get a similar jolt.

"I'll be a good girl!" I start saying over and over.

Somehow the humiliation of saying this is helping the pleasure from my clit to stand out. It's a horrible thing to experience but I gladly welcome it over the pain from my nuts.

"I'll be a good girl!"

"I'll be a good girl!"

"I'll be a good girl!"

Before I know it I feel an anal orgasm nearing. Then it hits me like a ton of bricks.

"I'm a good girl! I'm a good girl!" I yell as my nuts release what little sperm they have left.

As I start to calm down I realize Drew stopped pumping me some time ago. That it has been me humping back at his dick for at least the last couple minutes. I quickly stop in shame.

"You are such a good girl," Drew whispers as he brings his right hand to my lips.

I think he just wants me to kiss it for some reason. However, when I do I realize there is a large pool of sperm there. I blush but don't hesitate to lick my sperm out of his palm. It tastes similar but is a lot runnier than my earlier loads. I guess this is a good sign that my nuts are finally empty.

After my mess is cleaned, Drew puts his wet hand on my hip and starts pumping me again. With my climax out of the way, I'm left with just the pain from my nuts and the humiliation of having just cum on the end of Drew's dick.

I continue to beg but I steer clear of comments about me being a 'good girl' for him. I know he wants to hear it again but I've had my fill of that comment and definitely don't want to feel any more jolts of pleasure. My fragile brain just can't bear saying it anymore. Not right now anyway.

Drew drills me for another 20 minutes before he cums. I'm not sure but I think he intently prolonged the ordeal in hopes that I might cum again. That just wasn't going to happen. I simply have no more sperm to give right now.

"Oh!" I groan a few seconds after he pulls out.

Drew is pushing a butt plug into my ass and it feels a little too big. I then remember the doctor giving them permission to move me up to a number two plug again. It's a tight fit but doesn't hurt that bad. I'm a bit disgusted by the thought of Drew's sissy cum being plugged inside me. However, I would rather have it there than in my tummy.

Once the plug pops into place, Drew gives my sore nuts a light pat; like he is rewarding a dog or something. He then uses his index finger to glide around the base of my plug in order to gather up what little cum might have squeezed out. He brings it to my lips. I gag but manage to suck it off his finger.

"Get dressed," Drew says as he fetches his shirt from the bathroom and starts dressing as well. "I have a surprise to show you."

Great, a surprise! Like I haven't gotten enough of those today.

"I'm late for my classes," I inform him once it dawns on me I've already missed half the day.

"Don't worry about that," Drew says with a giggle. "Believe it or not, the Dean and your trainers have the authority to pull you out of classes."

I guess it was a pretty stupid thing for me to say. It was worth a try though.

On the bright side, Drew at least doesn't make me clean his cock. This is actually a good sign that he is feeling sorry for me or possibly likes me. It is unlikely that he just forgot.

That said, I feel a lot of dread at what this 'surprise' might be. However, I dress anyway… like I'm going to disobey one of my trainers.

As I gather my clothes I have trouble finding my panties. Then I remember the doctor took them with him. I frown at the thought of him having yet another pair to display to everyone as some kind of trophy. Possibly even showing them to my dad and telling him what happened today.

Drew keeps tapping his foot and snapping his fingers to get me to hurry up. Rushing causes my ball weight to swing around which I think is the whole point. Because once I'm done dressing Drew has me go through the long lethargic process of neatly making the bed again. It is barely messed up and yet he has me pull all the covers off and start from scratch. It is extremely aggravating; especially with the weight constantly pushing down on my nuts.

Drew inspects the bed very closely once I am done. He even takes a coin out of his shirt pocket and bounces it on the covers to make sure they are tight enough. Maybe he isn't feeling sorry for me after all. It is clear this coin was put in that pocket just for checking the bed. Using a coin like this may sound a little too nitpicky and anal… but that's a Humbled Girl for you. Or at least I'm assuming Drew is a graduate from here.

I'm pleasantly shocked when we leave the guest room but don't head across the hall. Instead we head in the direction of the security door that leads to the main school area. My hopes are quickly dashed, however, when we stop just two doors down… not even half way to the security door.

"This will be your new training room from now on," Drew informs me as he opens the door.

I frown at my 'surprise'. In Drew's defense, he never said it would be a pleasant one. It could have been considerably worse so I thank him for the 'gift'.

The inside of the room looks no different than any of the other training rooms. Well, they are all a little different but yet still basically the same. For example, one room might have a small bed yet another might have a large couch. While these different items, they are used for the exact same thing… that being a place to conduct sexual activities/punishments. Most rooms have one or both of these items. However, there is a room in one of the other secure areas of the school that has a huge bean bag in it. Yet another that is completely bare with the exception of a thick matt.

My new room has a large couch. Other than that it is just one big open space like most of the other rooms. Of course, that open space is often temporarily filled with training devices and such. It all depends on what the trainer happens to feel the student needs training with. There is a large storage area in the school where all of these devices are kept. It isn't uncommon to see this or that device being pulled through the halls to and from the secure areas. I know because it was often me that had to do all the pulling.

There is nothing special about most of the items. For example, there are a ton of exercise machines. Tread mills, exercise bikes, etc. Luckily, most of these items are kept in training rooms for long periods of times. That made life easy on me considering how fricking heavy most of them are. I used a dolly of course but you still had to get the thing on and off. Plus, I always had to use a lot of strength trying to counter the momentum while taking it around corners and such.

Something tells me that moving all the items will seem like child's play in comparison to having to actually use them… especially the more 'exotic' devices. These 'exotic devices' only make up maybe 25 percent of what is in storage. Half of them I don't even know what they are used for. However, you can tell they are for sexual use and are far from pleasant. Some are complex with motors and pistons on them and others are exceedingly simple. On the bright side, it is the simple ones that seemed to get requested the most by the trainers.

My training room doesn't look set up for anything yet so I expect us to turn around and walk back to the guest room. However, Drew walks on into the room and sits on the couch. I swallow hard. I get the feeling that Drew plans to break my new training room in. Well, it's new to me anyway. I'm sure Drew has trained plenty of children in this and other rooms here.

Drew snaps his fingers and points to a spot in front of the couch. I slowly walk to the spot and kneel down. He never told me to kneel but it seems like the right thing to do. Drew smiles so I guess I made the right choice.

"The doctor tells me that you haven't been eating enough," he says.

He says it like it is my fucking fault! This angers me. They give me drugs that reduce my appetite and then provide me nothing to eat except dog food and a few scraps of normal food. Then bitch about me not eating! This is such bullshit! I know my place though.

"Sorry, ma'am," I reply.

"It's okay," Drew calmly tells me. "It just means we haven't been giving you enough stuff to do."

I'm really grinding my teeth now. I try my best not to show my anger. That's exactly what he wants and I know it. I can just tell he is itching for a reason to give me and my new plug a spanking.

He might be able to trick the newer younger kids into acting out but his technique isn't going to work on me. I plan to be as compliant as possible. I don't care if it makes me look like some kind of sissy; especially now that I have this bigger plug and this ball weight. I can only imagine how painful a spanking would be right now. My balls and asshole hurt just thinking about it.

Drew lets me kneel there and stew for a moment before he finally starts talking again. Of all things, he gives me an exercise routine to follow. Sit ups, pushups, leg lifts, etc. There are seven things total and I'm to do ten of each then repeat the whole thing five times. He then gives me a very complex schedule to do them. Some days I'm to exercise three times a day (morning, at lunch time and right before going to bed); some days I exercise only once or twice; and yet other days I don't exercise at all. It becomes extremely confusing to follow. In fact, it sounds rather random. I struggle to keep up but soon find myself lost. I get pissed when he tells me at the end that he will tape the schedule on the wall for me. Why didn't he just say that?

The exercise routine itself sounds simple enough until Drew orders me to perform it for him. I'm startled to find I can barely do ten of each. This concerns me greatly. A couple weeks ago I could have knocked these out without even breaking a sweat. Now I find my muscles quivering and burning as I struggle with each one. The sit ups are the hardest. The pushups probably would have been worse but Drew let me do girl pushups using my knees. It is humiliating doing girl pushups but I'm thankful for his mercy. There is no way I could have done them otherwise.

I manage to get through the routine the first time. However, during my second time through I can only do eight consecutive sit ups and nine pushups. I barely knock out ten each of the rest.

"You were three short," he informs me. "Stand and give me three jumping jacks."

I only have to do three jumping jacks in exchange for two sit ups and a pushup? Seems like a damn good deal to me. I can do jumping jacks all day, even in my weakened condition.

However, as I get into position something quickly dawns on me. My entire exercise routine is extremely low impact. As such, my balls haven't been in that much discomfort. That isn't going to be the case with jumping jacks. My balls are already starting to hurt just thinking about it.

I stand there for several seconds with my legs together and my hands to my sides. I can tell Drew is getting impatient. The only way I'm able to get the courage to perform the first jumping jack is the thought of what Drew will do to me if I don't. I close my eyes tight and then kick off, pulling my arms and legs wide before my feet can hit the ground again.

"Owie!" I yell in pain as my ball weight pulls me down to my knees.

Fuck did that hurt! It felt like someone kicked me in the nuts. I feel nauseous and for a moment I think I'm going to be sick. It takes a minute but the pain gradually dissipates.

"One," Drew announces as I wipe the tears of pain off my face.

Chapter 20

By the time Drew escorts me back to the guest room, my balls feel like they are going to fall off. The jumping jacks are a HUGE motivator, but I still end up doing 15 of them total. The sit up and pushup portion of the routine is just too much for me regardless of motivation.

Drew is surprisingly nice to me following my workout session. He even runs a nice warm bath for me. The only embarrassing part is that he makes me pee in the toilet first. This would normally be no big deal but he stands there and evaluates me while I do it.

"A proper young lady always puts her knees together when she pees," he informs me.

I quickly follow the 'advice' and close my knees. I find it harder to pee this way but I still get the job done. As I pee I wonder if Drew pees like this also. If so then I feel sorry for him since his balls no doubt reach the water. That means he is constantly soaking his balls in his own piss and who knows what else. I turn a little green when I remember I licked his balls clean earlier.

The warm bath feels absolutely scrumptious. The water and soap sting my freshly plucked groin a little, but most of the pain goes away pretty fast. The warm water sooths my muscles and my sore balls as well. Drew lets me soak for a long time and he even washes me. I feel so pampered and don't want the bath to ever end. I just want to close my eyes and drift off. I don't dare take my eyes off Drew though. He is being nice right now but I know his true nature.

Like all good things, the bath eventually comes to an end. As I step out, Drew uses a fluffy towel to dry me off. He even hands me my clothes one piece at a time so I can put them on. His kindness during the bath is such a drastic change that it actually scares me more than his cruelty earlier. I half expect him to snap at me at any second. But he doesn't.

"Are you hungry?" he asks once I'm dressed.

"Yes!" I quickly reply as I remember the reason for the workout session. "I'm very hungry!"

The truth is that I am a little hungry. However, I tried my best to make it sound like I'm starving. Drew smiles. I think he knows what I'm doing. He seems pleased with my response though.

"Let's see what you got in your room here?" Drew says as he opens the fridge in the guest room.

So this is 'my' room after all. I get kind of excited as Drew opens the fridge. The last time I seen inside it Danielle had lots of food there. I peak over Drew's shoulder and discover everything is gone except for a jug of water. Drew takes the water out and closes the door.

"Here we are," he announces as he opens up a cabinet and finds a big bag of dog food and my two bowls.

I feel like crying. I was promised they would take me off this dog food diet. Yet, here I am still eating the shit. They did at least provide me a little bit of real food for the weekend. Maybe they will provide me even more next weekend. It didn't help that Danielle ate half of it.

"Tell me 'when'," Drew says as he slowly pours the dog food into my feed dish.

I want to say 'when' right away. Like I've said before, when it comes to dog food, a little dab will do you. Plus, I'm not super hungry to begin with. However, I fear that if I don't eat enough of it Drew might increase my exercise routine. I cringe as I watch the bowl slowly fill. I probably should let him fill it all the way to the top. However, with my current lack of appetite I know I will get sick if I ate that much. So, I say 'when' at the half way mark. Drew stops pouring and doesn't say anything so I assume he is satisfied with the amount in the bowl.

Drew puts the bowl on the floor next to the side of the bed. He then fills my water dish and does the same. I kneel down on the hard concrete facing the bed and start feeding. The dog food is the same brand, possibly the same bag, but it somehow tastes worse. I think it is because I spent the weekend eating normal food. I assure myself that my taste buds will quickly get used to the flavor again after a couple feedings; or at least as used to the flavor as they were last week.

As I feed, Drew takes a seat on the bed directly in front of me. The bowls are so close to the bed that he has to rest his black short heel pumps on either side. I feel very self-conscious. I know he is probably looking down at me. I want to glance up to confirm this but I'm too embarrassed. You would think nothing could embarrassment after everything I've been through. However, having Drew stare down into my eyes while I'm feeding would be more than I could handle right now.

I stop mid chew as Drew's right foot moves over the top of my food bowl. I'm confused but I still don't want to look up at Drew in order to try to find any answers. Instead, I just slowly finish chewing and then swallow hard. I go to lick some water from my bowl but Drew moves his foot so that I can't. He clearly wants me to give him some attention so I reluctantly look up into his eyes.

Drew is looking down but to my surprise he is not looking at me. He is looking at his foot. He wants me to do something with his foot? Knowing Drew it is something humiliating. I search my mind for the most degrading thing I can think of that would involve his foot. You would be surprised how many things come to mind. I cross the top five things off my list. A couple of these just don't seem right for this situation and the other three are just too horrible to put into action. So, I go with number 6 on my list. I slowly lean back over and give the top of Drew's pump a small kiss.

"Sorry, ma'am," I quickly apologize when I pull back and discover I left a brown dog food smear on the shiny black surface.

"You did well," Drew assures me. "You can clean them later."

Drew turns his foot slightly and I know he wants me to kiss the pump again in a new spot. I blush then lean in and do so. I kiss two other spots before he finally pulls his foot away. I quickly go to the water dish and lick up some fluid in order to help wash away some of the nasty flavor.

My stomach turns as I look back at the food dish. I'm not hungry at all now and yet I've just barely started. I go back in anyway and lick up another few pieces. As I chew, Drew's foot moves over my water dish again. He wants more kisses. I swallow the dry food and lean in and start kissing. I'm still embarrassed, but I'm also starting to get really pissed. My balls constantly ache from my weight and I'm kneeling here eating fucking dog food… isn't that enough? Does he really have to make it worse?

It's not worth getting punished over so I keep kissing until he pulls the foot away again.

Drew does this after each of the next five mouths full. His once perfect little pump is now a brownish smeared mess.

"Take it off," he orders after I finish a kiss.

I reach up to it but he pulls the foot away.

"Ah!" he growls. "What do we NEVER use when feeding from our bowls?!"

I quickly slap my hand back down on the hard concrete. His voice is so scary that my whole body trembles in fear.

His question is apparently rhetorical because he doesn't wait for an answer and just moves his foot back over my bowl. Without my hands I have no choice but to use my mouth to remove the pump. My first instinct is to use my tongue to push down on the heel. However, I realize that if I do this then the pump might drop into my water dish. The pump is in need of cleaning but I know Drew would get highly pissed if I soaked it.

I examine the pump for a second and come up with plan B. Plan B involves pulling the pump off by the heel using my lips. I don't like plan B but I can't think of a plan C.

As my mouth goes for the heel, Drew angles his foot to give me better access. I'm thankful for this, but I'm still pissed at him for having to do it in the first place. The heel is about a half inch thick at the bottom and slowly tapers out toward the bottom of the shoe. I can see a little bit of dirt and grime on the bottom of the heel. As I put my lips over it I pray he has not stepped into anything too offensive lately. If I know him though, he probably did so on purpose. He probably walked through the grass on the way into the building. He might have even walked around in the men's and women's bathrooms.

I try my best to push all these thoughts out of my head as I seal my lips around the heel and try to suck the pump off his food. I can clearly taste dirt but nothing else really. However, for all I know all those other things taste like dirt also. Though, I kind of doubt that.

"Good girl," Drew praises as the pump slides off his foot.

I move it away from the bowls and do my best to gingerly lay it on the floor. When I lean back up I expect his other foot to be hovering there. However, it isn't. I don't want him to think I'm waiting for it so I quickly lick up some water and then go back to my food dish.

As I chew I stare down at Drew's bare foot. He is not wearing stockings today and I have a good view of his painted toenails. I have to admit that he has pretty feet. They are very delicate and feminine looking. You can tell that he gets regular pedicures. Most of my attention goes to his toenails. The paint job on them is extremely detailed and looks very professional. They are white with a kind of red plant like design on them. Kind of like roses but with red stems, leaves and stuff painted as well. Each one looks different which tells me all of it is hand painted. I make a mental note to ask Danielle how it is even possible to paint something so fine and detailed on your nails. With luck he might even show me how it's done. I know my trainers would really be impressed if I could accomplish something like this. Plus, it looks cool.

Drew must have noticed me studying his toenails because he raises his foot back up so I can get a closer look. When I go to get another mouth full of food though he moves his bare foot over the bowl. At first I think he wants me to kiss it. However, his foot lowers down into my food dish. I look on in shock as his perfect little toes dig around in the bowl. Doesn't he know he can ruin his nail polish that way? If I had fancy designs like that on my toenails I would never let them touch anything, let alone scrape around in a dish full of hard dry dog food.

When his foot finally comes out of the dish I see he is holding a piece of dog food between his big and index toes. He holds it out to me. I scrunch up my nose in disgust as I lean in and use my tongue to lick the piece out from between his toes. As I chew this piece his foot goes back to my dish. Out comes another piece and I lick it into my mouth as well. He does this two more times. After the last piece he keeps his foot near my mouth. When I finally swallow he puts his toes up against my lips. I'm sure I know what he wants and I lick his toes clean.

"Good girl," he praises again as I lick all around the toes and in between.

He finally pulls back and I'm able to lean down and lick up some water. When I come back up I see his foot is digging around in the food dish again.

'I just cleaned those toes!' I want to yell at him.

I hold my tongue. Instead I just wait for him to feed me.

We perform the same procedure as before. Then do it over and over throughout my feeding. It's four or five pieces, swallow each, lick toes, drink water, then repeat.

Drew seems to get extremely excited by all of this. He not only praises me through most of it but also moans in pleasure a few times. He even plays with his dick a little. I can't imagine what he finds exciting about it. The whole thing is disgusting and messy. He is happy so I guess that is all that matters.

There are still a dozen or so pieces of dog food in the dish when Drew finally stops feeding me. He pushes the dish off to the side with his foot to let me know I don't have to eat the rest. I guess that is my reward for being such a good puppy for him. He still makes me lick his entire foot clean. He also makes me lick his pump off as well. His shiny pumps are black and every little speck of grime can easily be seen. Drew makes me lick it for a very long time before he is satisfied it is clean. He finally slips his foot back into the wet pump and starts putting my bowls away.

He doesn't tell me it is okay to stand so I stay kneeling just in case. When he is done he walks back over in front of me and sits on the side of the bed again.

"You have earned at least ten hits for raising your hands off the floor during your feeding," he informs me. "You did perfect with everything else though so I am going to let you off this one time."

"Thank you, ma'am," I say as I give him my best smile.

I'm far from happy but want to show him I really am appreciative of the leniency.

As I look up at him I can see the lust in his eyes. I also notice him rubbing his dick through his dress. I know that he wants me to thank him with more than just words. However, something is preventing him from giving me the order. Maybe it's not part of my 'lesson' plan for the day and he's not allowed to require me to do it. Or, maybe he just wants to see me volunteer my services. It's weird, but even kneeling here I get a small sense of power. He desperately wants something from me but only I can decide whether to give it or not. Or at least I'm assuming this is the case.

"I'm thinking about maybe removing your ball weight for the rest of the night," he informs me. "Maybe let your irritated skin air out overnight."

There it is… bartering 101. He wants something and has something he is willing to offer in return. His offer is very generous also. His position in front of me, however, tells me he wants a blowjob in exchange. It takes me a moment but I decide it is a fair deal. Well, as fair as I'm ever going to see from Drew anyway.

"D…do you want me to… you know… suck you?" I whisper.

"I don't know," he says as though he's actually thinking about it. "Maybe if you ask nicely."

You have no idea how close I come to telling him to go fuck himself. I swallow what little pride I have left.

"Please, can I suck you, ma'am?" I whisper. "I'll do a good job. I promise."

Drew doesn't say anything… he just stands and starts pulling his dress up. He doesn't stop until the dress is all the way up around his hips. My nervous hands are shaking as I reach up and grab hold of his panties. His dick flops out as I slowly pull the panties down and then off.

He spreads his legs and sits back down on the edge of the bed. I swallow hard as I get a close up view of his dick. It is already leaking precum and I'm actually a little proud that I have such a powerful effect on him. I'm apprehensive though. I had a very hard time with Danielle's dick and Drew's is even a little bigger. I know I won't be able to deep throat him without involuntarily using my hands. However, if my hands come into play then I will no doubt get the punishment he just spared me. Something tells me this has been his plan all along.

There has to be something I can do… some way of ruining his plan. I then remember how Danielle fixed the problem. I crawl over to the cabinet and searched around in the drawer. Sure enough, the cuffs are there. I grab them and crawl back to Drew. I click the first one over my right wrist and then put my hands behind my back. As I click the second one in place I smile up at Drew.

I know the smile will be interpreted by Drew as a devilish teasing kind of smile. However, it was really me smiling at the fact that I was able to out think the guy. He won't be getting any reason to punish me today.

I'm surprised at how well Drew takes his defeat. He shows surprise but no disappointment. He just smiles back down at me and scoots out a little further toward me.

I know he is extremely excited and wants me to finish him off fast. However, I decide to tease him a bit as payback for all the pain he put me through earlier. Not to mention the humiliation. His dick bobs with excitement as my tongue licks the precum off the side of his cock. I give the underside of his dick a few licks also. This gets a loud moan from him.

I know he thinks I'm about to swallow his dick but instead I dip down and suck one of his nuts into my mouth. His ball sack is loose and I'm able to get his ball deep into my mouth. Once there I flick at it with my tongue. I then use my tongue to give it a proper bath. Once his ball is washed I suck my spit off it, pull back and let it pop from my mouth. I give his other egg-size ball the same treatment.

When I turn my attention back to his dick I see it already has a trail of precum running down the side of it again. I lick up the side of it very delicately. Once it is clean I let my tongue lick around on the head of his dick. I even seal my lips to it and suck whatever precum might be inside.

"Please," Drew begs from above.

You have no idea how good it feels to make someone else beg for a change. It's a very small victory… but it's a victory. I know better than to make him beg any more than this. To do so would no doubt result in me having to beg a lot more down the road myself. So, I slowly push forward.

I get scared as his dick pushes against the back of my throat. I know he is on the verge of losing control. When that happens he will viciously fuck my throat. Sure enough, I feel his hands grab that back of my head and apply pressure. I gag as I force myself forward. I actually manage to deep throat him on my own. I don't get all of him into my throat but I'm still surprised and a little proud of myself. I thought for sure he would have to force it inside like Danielle did.

I take a breath and push forward again. I get about 3/4ths in before I get scared and pull out once more. My next four tries end the same. On the next attempt, however, Drew can't stand it anymore and pulls my head into his lap. I gag and my eyes water as my lips kiss the base of his dick. I knew this was coming but I'm still frightened. His dick is just so deep. It's touching even deeper than Danielle's did.

At least Drew isn't pinching my nose. This allows me to breathe a little easier. I still don't get enough oxygen but at least it is something. It isn't long before my brain starts to swim from the lack of air. It doesn't get as bad as yesterday. In fact, I would say it is about perfect. Well, as perfect as asphyxiation can be. It's enough to send tingles through my body and reduce the gagging and pain in my throat. However, it doesn't make me feel like I'm on the verge of death. Drew is too excited and starts spewing his load into my belly long before I can fully enjoy the effect. Not that it is something I wish to enjoy.

Drew removes my handcuffs and then pulls his panties back on and starts giving me directions for what I'm supposed to do for the rest of the night and the next morning. My head is still spinning but I manage to memorize it all. There isn't much too it. I'm to do my normal routine, just with the exercises added.

Drew hands me the special screwdriver and tells me to take my weight off. It is only two screws and pretty easy to figure out. I let out a sigh of relief as the weight finally falls off my nuts. Drew takes it and the screwdriver from me and puts them on the nightstand.

"I'm going to leave these here," he informs me. "You are to put them back on as soon as you wake up."

This shocks me. Surely he knows the screwdriver can be used on my cock cage also. I frown. Of course he does. He is just hoping the temptation to remove the cage and masturbate will be too much. Thus he will get a chance to punish me after all. It does sound tempting. However, they milked me pretty good today. I doubt I will get that desperate to play with myself tonight.

Drew has me get on the bed on all fours. He removes my large plug and brings it to my lips so I can lick it clean. He puts it on the nightstand next to the weight and tells me I can keep it off for the rest of the night also. I'm amazed at his kindness. I guess I did better than I thought.

He grabs some kind of medical lotion and moves behind me. I look back as he squeezes a bunch of it into his palm and then reachs for my balls. I bite my lower lip in preparation for the pain that is about to erupt from down there. However, none comes. In fact, the cream quickly soothes the slight itching and burning sensation that was already there.

It feels very good as his slippery fingers delicately rub and tug this way and that on my sack. It feels even better when two of his fingers from his other hand slide into my ass. His fingers are just long enough to reach my ass clit. I moan and push back against his hand as he gently rubs my magic spot. I guess they didn't milk me as much as I thought they did.

I think this is going to be a bonus milking but Drew stops once it becomes clear I'm getting pretty worked up. I moan in protest but he just giggles.

"Be a good girl now," he says as he puts the cream away and walks out.

My eyes immediately go to the screwdriver. No! Don't give in! It's obviously a set up. I would bet money he is watching me in the observation room right now. The second I pick up that screwdriver he will run in here and stop me. Then the weight goes back on my balls and the plug up my ass. On top of that I'll probably get a huge spanking. It takes some will power but I hold myself back until my clit settles down a bit.

The rest of my night is pretty routine. It's even early enough for me to catch the last two classes for the day. However, when I turn to the video channel to watch my nightly porn I discover they videotaped all my classes for the day and are broadcasting them back. Believe it or not, I actually enjoy watching this over the porn. It's always gay porn anyway. Plus, with that screwdriver sitting there the less porn I watch the better.

The really cool thing is that I get to use my school books for the first time. It's neat being able to follow along in the book like all the other children. Now if I could just ask the teacher questions. These kids are two and three years younger than me but some of the stuff they are learning is a little ahead of me. I figure most of it out on my own though.

Thankfully, they thought to edit out the second half of each class. Had they not then I probably would have been watching long into the night.

It's around 10 p.m. when the video finally comes to an end. I'm very tired but pull myself out of bed anyway. I put my books neatly on the their shelf and then reluctantly walk to my new training room. Once there I go through my exercise routine. I end up doing 25 jumping jacks this time. Thankfully, I'm not wearing my ball weight this time. I'll bet anything that I was supposed to wear it and my plug for this. However, Drew specifically said I didn't have to wear them again until morning. So, if anyone ends up getting into trouble it will be him. I'm just following orders.

I'm sweaty but decide not to bathe. It's not part of my normal routine. I'll have to ask one of my trainers about it tomorrow. It doesn't seem proper for a young lady to go to bed all sweaty. That's how I'll phrase it.

As I crawl under the covers I think about how great it would be if I could actually turn my room lights off. It would make sleeping so much easier. Plus, I could also sneak the screwdriver under the covers without the camera noticing.

I have several nightmares this night. Most of them are pretty standard. You know, like the whole being naked in class dream. Only in this school this is a very plausible scenario. The nightmare isn't that I'm naked but that I'm scared everyone will see that I'm a boy and not a real girl. Don't ask me why I'm scared of this. That's exactly what I want them all to find out. It was my entire escape plan even.

One of the weirder dreams involves the Dean and the doctor chasing me and throwing darts at me. I guess that is supposed to symbolize the electrolysis machine or something. The only dream that doesn't feel like a nightmare is one in which I'm kissing and licking Drew's feet. This dream feels rather erotic for some reason. In it I even jack off on his bare foot and lick it clean. Of course, once I wake up I'm horrified by the dream. I'm not sure what my subconscious was trying to tell me in that dream… nor do I want to find out.

I wake early Tuesday to the sound of someone in my room. As my eyes focus I think I'm still dreaming. Casey is decorating a large Christmas tree near the foot of my bed. I blink a few times to make sure I'm really awake.

"Morning sunshine!" Casey chirps when she sees I'm awake.

I come full awake when I realize I might have over slept. I look at the clock and thankfully discover its only 5 a.m.

I look back at Casey and am tempted to ask the obvious question. However, I keep my mouth zipped. Instead I grab my plug and lick and slobber on it. Then I slowly insert the huge thing up my asshole. I normally do this after my enema but my orders are to exercise first. I'm sure the plug is expected to be worn during those exercises… even if I did skip it last night.

Even the larger plug seems pretty routine. It's the ball weight that seems out of place. It's also the one thing I'm dreading. I grab it and the screwdriver anyway and go to work putting it in place. Putting it on is very uncomfortable but I'm able to keep from moaning. Casey is focused on decorating the tree and I don't want to change that. The more attention she gives the tree the less she will give me.

Now ready for my morning workout, I slide off the bed and make my way to the door.

"No," Casey says when she sees me rounding the right side of the bed toward her. "Go around the other way."

I give her a puzzled look. The only other way is if I crawl across the bed and go around the other side of the tree. That seems like a bit of a hassle just because she is too lazy to step out of my way for two seconds. I'm not about to say anything. I just crawl back into the bed and slide across to the other side. As I get out and face the door I realize there is a problem. The tree is blocking my route. The tree is only inches from the bed and maybe a foot between it and the wall. I stand there for a minute waiting for Casey to see the flaw in her order.

"You better get going," she informs me.

I come very close to protesting. I'm naked and the pine tree… well, it's a fucking pine tree! It's a real pine tree even. I convince myself it won't be as bad as it looks and start slowly inching toward it.

When I get within about a foot the silver tinsel suddenly jumps out at me. SNAP! The tinsel slaps against my left hip and sends a tiny jolt of electricity through me.

"Ow!" I protest as I jump back.

My outburst is more from the surprise than the actual pain. It hurt but nothing compared to what I've experienced lately. I hear Casey giggling on the other side of the tree.

"Neat, huh?" Casey says as she pokes her head around the side. "One of our graduates created these Christmas lights. They generate an EM field or something that keeps the tinsel full of static."

"Yeah, neat," I reply a little too sarcastically.

Casey doesn't show any anger but I know I should have just kept my mouth shut. It probably isn't a punishable offense but it might ruin her Christmas spirit. That could make the rest of my day turn out pretty bad.

I approach the tree again, only this time I put my hands out in front of me. The tinsel snaps hold of my arms and holds on tight. I can feel a slight pulsing feeling in my arms. I'm guessing it is this EM field or whatever feeding the tinsel with juice. It feels a little like ants crawling on my skin. It's very uncomfortable and seems far from being healthy. I hope this damn tree doesn't give me cancer or something.

I put my back against the wall and start squeezing past the tree.

"Owie!" I yelp when a bunch of tinsel lower on the tree jumps out and grabs hold of my cock cage and ball weight.

My cage and weight quickly become supercharged with electricity. I'm not sure but I think they are collecting juice from not only the tinsel but the EM field itself. My instinct is to jump away again. However, I know I will just have to start all over. So, I continue forward.

I do my best to hold the branches back but several still rub across my body. It hurts like hell. I manage to protect my chest pretty good but my stomach, thighs and legs make a lot of contact. It becomes a battle between my desire to rush in order to escape the tinsel and the need to go slow to minimize the scraping of the branches.

It only takes about 15 seconds to make my way through but it seems much longer. Once past the branches I turn to rush away. When I do the tinsel snaps out and gives my rump a kiss goodbye.

When I enter my training room I see the workout schedule on the wall. I glance at it for a minute. I still can't make heads or tails out of the order of the workouts. It just looks random to me. I guess it doesn't matter as long as they keep it on the wall.

My muscles are a little sore as I go through my workout. I still do okay my first two sets. As I start to sweat though my skin begins to itch and burn a bit. When I inspect the source I find a bunch of horizontal tiny red lines. The tree scraped me just hard enough to irritate the skin but not enough to actually cut it.

The scrapes become very irritating. On top of this, I still have trouble with sit ups and pushups and end up having to do 17 jumping jacks. My balls hurt, skin itches and I'm sweaty and tired. Yeah, I'm not in the Christmas spirit. To make matters worse, when I go to enter my old room so I can take my enema and shower, I find the door is locked. I inform Casey and she tells me the room is now off limits to me. I guess I'm okay with that. I have no real fond memories of that room anyway. However, my little world just got a bit smaller.

As I go back into the guest room Casey makes me slide past the tree again.

This time I put my front to the wall and let my backside take the brunt of the tree. This protects my front side. However, my hands are not of much use this way and my back, butt and legs get a ton of contact with the branches. Plus, my sweaty body seems to attract the tinsel more. I moan and groan as the tinsel shocks my backside.

"Oh!" I let out extra loud when a bunch of tinsel slaps against my nut sack from behind.

The electricity going through my nuts feels different than what I experienced with the doctor yesterday, but it still brings back a kind of phantom memory. For an instant I can actually feel the doctor shocking my ass clit with the prod. It's enough to almost make me cum. Thankfully, I don't.

My enema is pretty routine. However, my new ball weight makes me a little self-conscious during the procedure. The weight makes my balls feel like they are hanging down much further than they actually are. I keep thinking they are floating in the toilet water. I also fear I will expel my enema on them. Neither of these things happen, but it dawns on me that it might if I ever get to the 2½ or 3 inch [6¼ or 7½ cm] weight.

The warm bath stings my scrapes at first. However, within minutes they feel much better. So do my sore nuts. I want to stay in the bath forever, but I know the clock is ticking.

I get out of the bed and start getting dressed. As I put my clothes on I notice Casey is putting presents under the tree. She sees me watching.

"You are not to open any of these until told to do so," she informs me.

She walks around the bed to me holding one of the larger presents.

"This one you can open now," she says. "This is from me. Well, actually the school paid for most of it. I still had to chip in a little extra so I could get you the best stuff."

I'm a bit shocked that they would buy me presents. I don't get all that excited though. I just know there is probably a poisonous snake or something in this box. I glance at the clock and see that I'm running a little late. I don't see much choice so I sit on the bed and quickly open the present.

I open it with dread but when I see what is inside I quickly smile with glee. It's a makeup kit! My own makeup kit! I start to jump up and down with joy but my ball weight quickly puts an end to that.

"Do I get to keep it?!" I ask, still not believing it's really mine.

"Of course," Casey giggles.

"Thank you!" I say as I give Casey a big hug.

I excitedly go back to the kit and start looking through it in greater detail. It has everything I could possibly need. This is so cool!

As I go through it I realize that I really shouldn't be happy about this. I'm a boy after all and this is a girl's gift. However, I can't deny how good it feels to have it. Right now it feels like my only possession in the world… which isn't far from the truth as long as I'm in here.

"I was thinking you could set it up here," Casey says as she walks to a spot to the right of the wide screen TV.

"I was thinking the same thing," I reply as I carry it over.

The spot is perfect. There is a tabletop going most of the way around the room. However, unlike the rest of the room, this area doesn't have cabinets above it. Instead there is a mirror above it. The kit has a small mirror in it but this mirror on the wall will be nice for getting an overall view of myself. The only drawback is that the mirror is connected to the observation room. Someone could sit in there and watch me do my makeup and I would never know it. I just shrug this off. Not like they aren't always watching me anyway.

"Wait, something's missing," Casey says as she leaves the room.

She goes into the hall and then I hear her unlocking my old room. A moment later she comes back carrying a chair and the picture of me mooning the Dean. I'm very thankful for the chair… not so much for the picture. I still give her another hug. This really is very nice of her.

Casey stands next to me as I start using the kit in order to get ready for my day. There are a few items included in the kit that I'm not familiar with. Casey happily jumps in and shows me what a few of them are for and how to use them. Among these items are some false eyelashes and a tool for putting them on.

"You are kind of young for these," she informs me. "We will put them on you today anyway so you can try them out."

I'm not so hot about using the tool so close to my eye. However, the end result is worth it. I look much prettier with the slightly longer and thicker eyelashes. It also makes me look a little older than I normally do when wearing makeup… maybe 12. I still don't look my actual age of 13 but it's pretty close.

Once my makeup and hair is done I go to grab my feed bowls. Casey stops me.

"You won't need to eat today," she informs me.

I'm not that hungry but I am a bit confused. Drew was all over my ass yesterday about not eating enough. Casey is in charge now so I shut up and obey.

"Oh, I almost forgot to tell you how the presents work," she says as I sit on the edge of my bed. "The presents under the tree are from a few people that will visit you between now and Sunday. The ones on the tree though are special."

This catches my attention. I had noticed some stupid shit hanging on the tree but thought that was just Casey's way of being silly. I'm concerned now that I know these are more than just decoration. The items look far from being 'presents'. There are a few paddles, a couple belts, a couple tubes of lube, a rubber glove, and several other weird items. Some I know the purpose of, some I've never even seen before.

"It's our own special secret Santa," Casey informs me. "The Dean picked 15 employees at the school. Your dad and the Dean are two of them of course. The other 13 are those that the Dean feels deserves an extra Christmas bonus. Anyway, 15 slips of paper are placed in a hat. Each slip has the description of a present. Each person then draws a slip at random.

"Here comes the fun part," Casey continues. "They attach that slip of paper to an instrument of their choosing. Provided it will fit on the tree of course. Here, let me show you."

Casey grabs one of the paddles and brings it to me. The paddle was held to the tree with a hook and string. Also attached to the string is a tiny card.

"This card says Turkey Dinner," Casey announces as she gives me a close up view. "If you choose this item then that means the person that drew this has to bring you a 'Turkey Dinner'. They attached it to this paddle though. That means that in exchange they expect you to give them the present of letting them use this paddle in some fashion. They might want you to use the paddle on them, but I doubt it."

Casey giggles at her little joke. There is no name on the card but I do see a four digit number. I'm guessing the number represents the employee's work extension or possibly the last four of their social security number or something. I know my dad's work extension but I doubt they would make it that easy for me to pick him out. They probably used something else for him.

"You can pick up to three items per day," Casey continues. "Just put the items in your training room on the couch when you do your lunch time workout. By the end of the day the employees will bring you your gifts."

At that, Casey leaves the room. I sit there not sure what to think about all of this. I close my eyes and try to remember the schedule. I'm pretty sure I have a workout at noon throughout most of this week. I will have to take a closer look during my next workout.

I open my eyes and look at the clock and see that I have 15 minutes before my first class starts. I wait a minute to make sure Casey isn't coming back. Then I get out of bed and go to the Christmas tree. I tell myself I should just ignore the whole thing. However, I'm very curious what presents might be available to me. Who knows, maybe one of them is a night out on the town or something else I can use to help escape. Highly doubtful but you never know for sure until you look.

When I approach the tree I put my hand out. The tinsel sticks to me but there is no major electrical current like earlier. I think it is because I'm wearing shoes now and my feet aren't grounded like before.

Before looking at the secret Santa stuff I kneel down and look at my other presents. These are from people that will be visiting me whether I want them too or not. I'm glad to see that there are only six boxes. Each has a tiny card attached to it with a name. There is one from Drew, Danielle, the Dean, Victor, and the doctor. And of course there is one that says 'Dad and family'. It does not surprise me that my dad would be one of the ones visiting me for Christmas. As I think about the names something occurs to me. This is probably my list of potential mentors I'm to choose from. Well, not Drew and Danielle of course. Danielle is just a student and I doubt Drew is eligible.

The names are no surprise. However, I had hoped the list would be a little bigger than this.

I turn my attention to the secret Santa items hanging from the tree. I look at each card. Most of the items/presents listed are minor. They seem more like what you would expect to find in a stocking. One, for example, says Candy on it. That one is attached to the glove. The glove is the latex kind. I'm certain that this secret Santa is the doctor. However, I find another card attached to some needles. No, that is more the doctor's style. The card for this one says Banana Split. Regardless of who these are for, neither gift seems worth the price. Not that I know exactly what the glove or needles would be used for.

In fact, most of the stated 'gifts' seem trivial in comparison to what I would probably have to give in return. I do run across a few though that seem half way reasonable. Some like the paddle/turkey dinner are borderline. The price seems too high now but if I get hungry enough I might change my mind. It would be nice to have a decent meal near or on Christmas.

There are two items that I feel are an easy 'yes'. One says Cage removal for one hour. I'm assuming this means I get to masturbate during that time. It's a big assumption but the price seems worth the gamble. It's attached to a tube of lube which probably means they want to fuck my ass in exchange. I put this item back on the tree where I can easily find it later.

The second card says Newspapers for a week. It is hardly what I would normally consider a gift. However, I'm desperate for information on the outside world. It has only been a couple weeks but it seems like years have passed since I saw the outside world.

What little TV I've gotten to watched has been nothing more than comedies and other shows. No news or anything like that. This card is attached to a long metal rod with a bunch of round bumps on it. I have no clue what this thing is used for but it looks benign enough. It's only about 8 or 9 inches [20-23 cm] long so it's too short to hurt much if they hit me with it. Plus, it's barely wider than a quarter inch [5 mm] so it's not going to hurt if they stick it up my butt. It's not sharp or anything so piercing me with it isn't really possible either.

***

I look at the alarm clock and see that I only have five minutes before class starts. I pull myself away from the tree and get up on my bed. However, when I turn the TV on I don't see my first class. Instead, I see Victor sitting on a couch by himself. He is in one of the training rooms that look just like mine. At first I think I accidentally activated the bluRay player. However, it appears to be off. I change the channel and find Victor is on that channel also.

Not sure what to do I turn back to the channel I'm supposed to be watching and just sit there and stare at Victor. I'm hoping that when class starts the video feed will be switched over. I wait and wait. As I sit there watching Victor I can't help but wonder what unlucky kid is going to get his attention today. Whose throat or asshole is going to get fucked by his big brown Mexican dick? It's only about a minute until class start so I doubt I will get to witness any of it. I actually feel a little disappointed.

The bell rings but the video doesn't change. I'm about to go see if I can find Casey when I notice movement on the screen. Victor is motioning to the camera for someone to walk over. But I see no one there.

"Get your ass in here Janice!" he finally growls at the camera.

Holy shit! He's talking to me! That room isn't like my training room… that IS my training room. He seems impatient so I don't hesitate to get out of bed and head his direction. Butterflies are flapping around in my tummy as I make my way to my training room. He wouldn't call me in there unless he planned to do something to me.

Oh no! Ray must have reported my escape attempt! Now I'm really nervous. I stand outside the door for a few seconds and take some deep breaths. Then I walk in to face the music.

I walk to a spot three feet [~1 m] in front of the couch and kneel down. This is what Drew had me do the other day and I assume it is normal protocol. Victor smiles so I'm guessing I did the right thing.

"Come have a seat," he says as he pats the cushion next to him.

He seems rather relaxed for someone that is about to punish me for an attempted escape.

"Well, did you practice?" he asks me.

I give him a blank stare. My mind is so focused on punishment for the escape attempt that I have trouble processing this question.

"I told you we would try deep throat next week," he explains. "Well, it's next week."

I blush. Doing something sexual with Victor had been the furthest thing from my mind. I'm extremely relieved though that it is this and not a punishment. Maybe Ray didn't report me after all. I smile wide until I catch myself and quickly remove it.

"I practiced a little, Uncle Victor," I whisper.

He doesn't ask how I practiced and I don't volunteer the information. What Danielle and I do is special. It is just between Danielle and I… and of course the video cameras and anyone that happens to be in the observation room. Okay, there is a chance he already knows anyway.

I'm happy to see that he still has no problem with me referring to him as my uncle. With luck this will make him think of me more as a nephew than a sexual object. Granted, for all I know he has some kind of incest fetish. Heaven's knows everyone else in this place seems to have one.

"Show me what you learned," Victor says as he leans back and spreads his arms wide on top of the couch.

My face turns beat red. I can't believe Victor is asking me to do this. Last week he said he would but I still can't believe it. I guess I hoped he would come to his senses and realize all this gay shit isn't right for me.

My hand shakes as I slowly reach over and start to unzip him. I can already see his huge bulge and know I'm going to have a hard time throating him. I swallow hard when I fish the huge thing out of his pants. He's 8 inches [20 cm] long and 2 inches [5 cm] thick. That's the same length as Drew is and only a quarter inch [5 mm] thicker. However, that quarter inch makes his dick look much bigger. I really wish I had those handcuffs right now. Choking this monster down without using my hands is going to be a serious challenge.

"You know, I taught all your sisters how to suck dick," he tells me as I pull his huge nuts out of his pants as well.

I smile inside. He must not have watched the video footage from the past few days. He isn't going to teach me how to suck dick like he did my sisters. Danielle already beat him too it. Heck, he isn't even the first man I've deep throated. Drew was my first for that. I almost laugh out loud at the thought of what he would say if he found out two sissies beat him to my throat.

I of course don't have the balls to tell him this in words. However, I decide to show him with actions. I will show him how much I've learned already. He will quickly realize someone else already nutted my throat.

The thought of sucking Victor's dick still seems yucky but I don't dilly dally around. I go right in and start licking and slurping up all his precum. As I do this I notice his smell is much manlier than both Danielle and Drew put together. He has a strong musky smell with a little old spice in the background. His precum, while pretty tasteless, still somehow seems manly like. This is what I fantasized the first dick I deep throated would smell and taste like. Okay, that didn't sound right. I don't fantasize about sucking dick. I just mean… well, you know what I mean.

I lick his dick clean while bending over his side. However, I quickly find myself moving to my knees in front of him. I can get much better access this way. I grab hold of his thick dick with my right hand and pull it up and out of the way. I give each of his huge nuts a gentle kiss. Then I attack them with my tongue. I'm not satisfied until I've licked all his manly musk off his sack. I then suck one of his balls into my mouth. It is so huge that it barely fits. For a second I fear I might scrape it with my teeth. I manage though.

Unfortunately, the fit is so tight that I really can't do much with the nut. Even my tongue can't wiggle around much in there. I decide to just suck on it a little in order to add just the slightest hint of pain with his pleasure. I pop it out and then do the same to the other nut.

While I'm doing all of this my right hand is gently massaging his dick. Not enough to get him off of course. I just want to milk a little more precum out of him. It works. My mouth sucks up a good tablespoon of the stuff.

"Oh!" Victor moans in pleasure as I suck the head of his dick into my mouth.

I move my hands away from his dick and slowly slide my lips downward. This gets another moan from him. He brings his hands toward my head but I push them away. I know I won't be able to keep his hands off my head for long, but for now I want to show him I can handle a dick without any assistance. It's probably not the best move though considering I'm not all that sure I can actually handle his dick by myself.

I gag hard when his dick hits the entrance to my throat. That extra quarter inch [5 mm] of thickness makes a HUGE difference… way more than I expected. I'm determined though. I pull back until I stop gagging and then press right back in. I gag again but this time I don't stop. I keep pushing and pushing. It is extremely uncomfortable as his huge slab of meat slowly makes its way down my throat.

I'm choking and gagging and tears are practically spraying out of my eyes but I get that fucker all the way in.

"Good girl!" Victor groans as I deep throat him. "I told your daddy you would be good at this."

Well, so much for that victory. I was so focused on showing Victor up that I hadn't thought about how else my actions might be interpreted. Now, my only wish is to pull off his dick so I can give him a much more mediocre experience. However, when I go to pull back I feel his hand on my head again. I try to push it away but it isn't budging this time. My throat just promised him a good time and that is what he is going to have.

My lungs start to burn before he finally lets me pull up. I don't even get all the way to the head before he is pushing me back down. I only managed to get a few breaths through my nose and it is far from being enough. I have a death grip on his legs as I try to push myself back up. He easily holds me in place. He even does a few short jabs into my throat just to show how much control he has over me.

He pulls my head up to the tip and then slams me back down. He then does it again and again. The lack of oxygen turns me into nothing more than a rag doll. Once he senses this he pulls his dick half way out. I can breathe but just barely. It is enough to stay alive and barely conscious but not much more than that. He starts humping up into my throat from below.

This is completely different than when I sucked Danielle and Drew. I was deep throating them. Victor is fucking my throat. The two may sound the same but trust me, they aren't. Not even close. I'm quickly discovering that Victor might have a few things to teach me after all.

Victor gives my throat a very thorough fucking. He humps up into me for at least five or six minutes before he finally settles down. He then moves his hands away so I can take control again. I pull my head up long enough to take a few breaths and then slam my face back down. I pull up and then slam back down. I start fucking my throat just as fast and hard as he just did. I know he will settle for nothing less. It is uncomfortable and requires a ton of willpower to force myself to do it. However, it is worth it. With me doing it I have much better control over my breath. If he takes over again I will start suffocating once more.

"This is how you suck a real man's dick. I'm not going to settle for some lovey dovey blowjob like your sissy boyfriends do."

He doesn't say this out loud. There is no need. His message is very clear.

I fuck my throat on his dick for another five minutes before he feeds me his load. His dick is deep when it goes off and most of his jizz shoots straight to my tummy. However, I back off it before he can finish and let the last couple spurts shoot over my tongue. It's disgusting but for some reason I want to taste it. You know, just to see if it tastes just as manly as last time. And to kind of compare it to Danielle and Drew's flavor. It's not like I enjoy the flavor or anything. I was just curious is all.

His cum definitely tastes manly. It's bitter and strong… even more so than I remember. Danielle and Drew's flavor can't even compare. Not that this is a bad thing. Danielle's cum is much sweeter. I like his cum much better. Still, there is just something about Victor's manly taste that sends a shiver through my body.

"Not bad," Victor says as I finally pull my mouth off his dick and start licking his balls and dick clean. "A little more practice and I think you will be giving your sisters a run for their money."

My blush deepens. I'm happy that he is pleased but it is still very embarrassing to have done this with him. The thought of becoming a better cock sucker than my sisters isn't that pleasing either.

After I'm done cleaning him I sit on the couch and try to wipe all my tears away. I'm startled when I hear someone step into the room.

"Daddy!" I yell as I jump up from the couch and run to him.

My ball weight bounces up and down as I run but it is worth it in order to go into my father's arms. I hug him tight and he hugs me back. As I hug him, I realize I'm acting like a sissy. I don't care, it just feels so good to be safe in his arms.

"I want to go home," I tell him.

"Shhh… don't worry honey," he tells me. "You will get to come home soon."

Soon? Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, three months from now… what exactly is his definition of soon? I want to ask him but he pulls away from me and starts walking toward Victor. I pull on my dad's shirt hoping I can convince him to leave with me now. He keeps walking. As I cower behind my dad I suddenly realize I'm acting the exact same way Amber did in the BluRay video. I stop in my tracks when I remember what happened next in the video. Sure enough, my dad shakes Victor's hand and sits on the couch. He then looks up at me and pats the cushion between them.

Daddy is going to make me suck his dick! I shake my head 'no' but find myself slowly walking to the couch. It's just not in me to disobey my father. Besides, I already know I have no choice. I can obey now or I can get punished and obey later.

I'm crying and my body is shaking as I sit down between them.

"She's pretty good," Victor tells my father. "Janice is a very fast learner. Either that or Jack was one of those closet homos. Maybe he was sucking football players off in the showers at school."

"Watch what you say about my boy!" Dad growls. "Jack was as straight as they come. Just like his father."

"Sorry, man," Victor apologizes. "I was just talking shit. You're right though, Jack was a good boy. Just like Janice is a good girl."

What the fuck are they talking about?! I'm one in the same! I'm not liking this 'Jack was'-'Janice is' shit. Do they actually think of me this way or are they just trying to fuck with my head? I guess it really doesn't matter. In either case it is clear I can't expect any help from my father.

"Show daddy how good of a girl you can be," Victor says as he nudges me toward my dad.

My whole upper body becomes pink as I turn toward my father. I want to look him in the face to see if he is blushing as well. I know he won't help me but it would mean a lot if I at least knew he is embarrassed and ashamed of what he is about to do to me. I'm too embarrassed to meet his eyes though. Instead I keep looking down at his lap.

If he is ashamed it certainly doesn't prevent him from getting excited. I can see the outline of his hard dick pressing against his trousers. My hand quivers as I reach over and slowly unzip him. While I have seen his dick several times in the past, it takes on a whole new light when it comes into view this time.

I start seeing details I never paid much attention to before… like its exact size and shape. It's about the same size as Victor's only with a slight bend to the left. Dad's nuts look much bigger also. That is saying a lot considering how big Victor's are.

I jerk when I feel my dad's hand on my shoulder. He rubs his hand back and forth, almost lovingly. Then he gently grabs hold of my neck and nudges me toward his dick. I go stiff. He patiently waits for me to calm down. Then he applies pressure again. This time I let myself be pushed into place.

"Be a good girl for daddy," dad whispers to me.

This seems to be the company line around here. It takes on new meaning though now that my real dad is saying it.

As I inch closer to his dick something drastic changes in my head. For the last couple weeks Jack has been brave and endured everything they could throw at him. Janice was always there to hold his hand but Jack never cowered… not really. Not even during his potty training. Jack can't deal with this though… he just can't suck his own father's dick. Yet, he knows there is no getting out of it. So, he hides deep inside my head. This is something Janice will just have to do on her own.

The next thing I know I'm breathing hard and hovering over my father's dick. His dick is soaked with my spit and I can taste his bitter cum in my mouth. Janice has just finished sucking him off.

Thank you Janice, I say to myself.

While I'm thankful for Janice taking the brunt of this ordeal, I still wish she would have finished swallowing his load and possibly licked him clean before turning control back over to me. I'm guessing this is Janice's way of getting back at me for abandoning her.

I close my eyes and force myself to swallow the last of my father's load. As it slithers down my throat I think about hiding again and making Janice finish this task. It is very tempting. And it had been so easy to do earlier. It had felt so good cuddled up in that dark warm spot. The only thing that keeps me from doing so is the fact that it had felt a little too good. I fear if I go there too often I might decide to never come back.

My blush deepens and I start crying as I lick my father's dick clean. This is so disgusting. Almost as disgusting as what I know Janice did to him just now. Thankfully, the cleanup job only lasts a couple minutes and I'm able to pull away.

"Do you need me to bring any food or drinks over on Sunday?" Victor asks as he puts his hand behind my head and pulls my face over to his lap.

I want to struggle against Victor's grip but my brain and body are just too weak from the last two blowjobs. I part my lips and let him slide down my throat again.

"Maybe a couple six packs," my dad responds. "Wife won't let me buy anything but that light shit. Says I need to lose some weight. If you bring some real beer over it would be impolite if I didn't drink some of it."

They both laugh at my dad's little plan.

I can't believe they are making Christmas dinner plans and talking so casually as I sit here face fucking myself with Victor's dick. Don't they realize how horrible this is for me?

"Shit, your girl is good!" Victor moans as he interrupts their conversation.

"Yeah, I have to admit I'm pretty surprised she is doing so well so quickly," my dad replies. "She seems to have a taste for cum also. Never seen a girl this fresh swallow it down so eagerly."

I feel utterly humiliated. I've changed my mind. Please go back to talking about Christmas dinner. Please don't talk about me anymore!

It takes Victor 20 more minutes before he cums. Luckily, they don't talk about me that much more during this time. Mainly they talk about everything from the weather to sports. They act like it is just another day at the office for them… which I guess it is.

"You want another shot at her?" Victor asks as I finish licking him clean.

I look up at my father. Please no! Please no! Please no!

"Tempting but I have three other daughters I have to attend too," dad replies with a chuckle. "I'll maybe pay her a visit later today or tomorrow."

"Are you sure?" Victor asks again. "Lift your dress up girl and show daddy your polka dots. That will get him going again.

I think Victor is just joking but when I don't comply he flips the front of my skirt up for me. I blush as they both look down at my newly plucked groin. The red dots are still there but they don't look as prominent as they did yesterday. I shudder as my dad's hand goes to my lap and he runs his index and middle finger across my hairless skin.

"Oh!" I groan as his fingers move to my balls.

Dad gets more adventurous in this area. All of his fingers explore my nuts. He even lifts and squeezes them gently. It's uncomfortable but my main problem with it is the fact that it is my dad doing it.

"Have they started milking her yet?" my dad asks as he gives my cock cage a tap.

"You bet," Victor quickly replies. "She cums at the drop of a hat also. I've never seen a girl milk so much this early in their training. If you want we can take her plug out and milk her a little yourself."

Victor seems a little too eager to get my dad's dick in one of my holes. He might just be fucking with my head. However, I think there is more going on here. Like maybe he is trying to ruin my dad's chances of becoming my mentor. I have to admit that it's a good plan. I'm already horrified with what I did with my father earlier… even if I can't remember it. I need time to process it all. If I have to take him in one of my holes again too soon I'm not sure I would ever mentally recover.

And of course, with my dad out of the picture that would leave Victor in the front running. What Victor doesn't realize is that I've long since decided against taking my father as my mentor. All Victor is managing to do is convince me he is a manipulative asshole. Unfortunately, that doesn't make him any worse than all the other candidates.

I can tell my dad is interested but he turns the offer down.

"Duty calls," he says as he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips up.

As they share parting words, Victor motions for me to go back to my room. When I begin to walk away one of them gives my rump a little love tap. I'm guessing it was Victor but I'm too embarrassed to turn and see. My main goal is to just get out of this room before my dad changes his mind.

As I leave the room it is extremely tempting to listen at the door. It would be nice to see if my dad is really on board with all of this or if he was just playing along in order to keep his job. I'm too scared though that I would find out that he wasn't just playing along. That he really did like making me suck him off. I decide it is best not to know.

I almost run face first into the Dean as I turn to enter my room. Fuck! Can't a girl get a break around here?

"Hello little girl," the Dean says with a smile. "Did you enjoy daddy's taste?"

What a prick! It's almost like he doesn't want me to pick him as my mentor. I have to admit though that with the Dean you at least know who you are dealing with. Unlike the doctor, Victor and even my dad, the Dean doesn't try to pretend he is something he isn't. Or, try to convince me not to pick one of the others for this or that reason. Still doesn't mean I want him as a mentor.

"Did daddy taste good?" the Dean asks again.

The first time sounded rhetorical. This time it is clear he wants an answer. I know that he is only going to be happy with one answer too.

"Yes, sir," I whisper, hoping my dad doesn't overhear.

"I can't hear you," the Dean growls.

"Yes, sir," I say much louder this time.

"Yes, what?" he counters.

I know he isn't going to be happy until I say it all so I do.

"Yes, daddy's cum tasted good," I say with a blush.

I look toward my training room and pray my dad is not standing anywhere near the door. If so then he surely heard me.

"Good girl," the Dean praises. "Now strip down."

I move toward the door but he doesn't move to let me pass.

"Hurry!" he growls.

I look back down the hall. My dad still hasn't emerged from the room yet. I don't know what Victor is talking to him about in there but I'm grateful. I know the clock is against me so I strip down in record time. Just my luck, right when the last of my clothes come off my dad walks into the hall and looks my direction. He gives a quick wave to the Dean and the Dean nods back.

"Go give your daddy a hug goodbye and thank him for letting you eat his delicious cum," the Dean says and then continues in a growl. "And tell it to him EXACTLY like that."

His voice makes me shiver in fear. I don't hesitate and run into my dad's arms once more.

"Goodbye daddy," I whisper in shame. "Thank you for… for letting me eat your… your delicious cum."

The humiliation is too great and I start crying and run back toward the Dean. My balls hurt on every step but I don't care. I just want to find a big rock and crawl under it. Thankfully, the Dean is satisfied and lets me pass on into my room. I quickly climb up on my bed and bury my face in the pillow. How can the Dean be so mean? I'll never be able to face my dad again.

I hear someone to the left of me. I peek out and see the Dean has my clothes and is putting them on my nightstand.

"Quit being such a baby," the Dean says after a minute. "Get out of the bed and come to the door."

As I approach the door once more I pry my dad is long gone. The Dean doesn't take me into the hall though. He stops me right at the door.

"You haven't been eating enough," the Dean begins. "I've asked some of the staff to help you with this problem."

Again with this shit! If they gave me some real food then I would fucking eat it!

"They are going to come visit you during their breaks and stuff," he continues. "When they knock on your door you are to come kneel in front of this hole."

At that, the Dean closes the door part way and pulls a latch on the side of it. A small section in the center of the door suddenly opens up leaving a large 6 inch [15 cm] hole through the door. It is obvious what I'm supposed to do next but the Dean tells me anyway.

"You are to suck them until they cum in your mouth," he informs me. "You are to try your best to deep throat them as much as possible. However, when they cum you are to pull back and collect it all in your mouth. You can swallow some of it if it starts to overflow your mouth but you better have a full mouth full of it when they are done. When they pull away you are to put your mouth against the hole and open as wide as possible so they can verify your feeding. When they give you permission you are to then swallow it and thank them for their delicious cum. Do you have all of that?"

"Yes, sir," I reply as my face reddens.

"Show me how you plan to kneel," he says as he closes the door with him on my side of it.

This seems stupid. Kneeling is the easy part. I do as requested anyway. I get down on my knees about a foot from the door and then lean my head toward the hole with my hands on either side of it.

"Put your knees and thighs right up against the door," he informs me. "I want them hearing your cock cage rubbing and tapping against the door as you suck them off."

I do as ordered. This position doesn't feel that natural. The angle will make deep throating a lot harder. I will also have to arch my back a bit on each outward stroke.

"Good," he says as he pushes me to the side.

I fall over and against the side of the tree. The branches scrape my back and the tinsel snaps at my skin. I wait for the Dean to leave before I try to get back up. I almost give the door the finger but thankfully remember the video camera.

My next class will be starting in about 20 minutes. The short break will be nice. I stand and start toward the bed.

Knock. Knock.

Fuck! I look back at the door in despair. Sure enough, I see the Dean's 9 inch [23 cm] long, 2½ inch [6¼ cm] thick monster dick slide through the hole.

I kneel down at the door but I already know that throating the Dean's dick is impossible. I'm certain the Dean knows this as well. Danielle was able to deep throat this dick by my age but he had years and years of practice by then. I've been at it for only three days.

I scoot my knees up against the bottom of the door. I make sure my cock cage makes an audible knock as I push my hips against the door as well.

The outer frame of the door is the same thickness as any other. However, the inner section of the door is only maybe a half inch [1¼ cm] thick. It's solid and sturdy but thin. This fact probably seems trivial until you have to suck a dick through an opening in it. It's probably a full inch thinner than the rest of the door. That means an extra inch of dick poking through the hole. And that means an extra inch for my throat. While I have no plans of deep throating the Dean, the thinness of the door also allows his balls to easily hang through the hole. Now this I can work with.

The Dean doesn't have much precum yet so I decide to work on his nuts first. When my face moves in I take my customary whiff. I quickly back out. The smell is very pungent. Way stronger than it should be. I noticed the smell when I approached the door but I thought it had been my imagination. It is very real. I fear the Dean must have forgotten to shower this morning. From the smell of it he might have forgotten yesterday and the weekend as well. Who can forget such a thing?

Then it dawns on me that no one forgets to bathe. It was a conscious decision on his part. I feel ill at the thought of how many days his dick and balls have been percolating in his shorts.

"It smells, sir," I say loud enough for him to hear through the door.

I say it without thinking. Of course it smells. I'm sure that is the whole point. I still wait in hopes that maybe he doesn't realize this fact and might let me off the hook. Yeah, I'm clearly not thinking that straight.

I realize my mistake the second the dick starts to withdraw. He's going to come in and spank the shit out of me… or worse. A little bit of pee drips from my cage as I cower away from the door. I'm surprised though when the door doesn't open. In fact, I hear him walking away.

I peak through the hole and see him going into my old room across the hall. Oh shit! Oh shit! He's probably going in there to get a whip or something. Unless he is actually planning to wash his dick… which I highly doubt. When he comes out of the room he is carrying… well, I'm not sure what it is. Okay, I know what it IS… it's a 6"x6"x2" [15x15x5 cm] chunk of metal with a handle on it. What I meant to say is that I don't know what it is used for. I saw it days ago in one of the cabinets and assumed it was some kind of door stop. Well, he is bringing it toward my door but I doubt it is used for what I thought it was. I pray he doesn't plan to hit me with it. It's big enough that it could break bones.

When he reaches the door it doesn't open like I expect. Instead, his smelly dick and balls come through the hole once more. Thank God! He's giving me a second chance. I quickly slide up against the door again. The smell is horrid but I know I have to be the bestest girl possible for him if I want to avoid punishment.

However, before I can start licking him clean I feel someone behind me push my nuts hard against the door. It hurts like hell but I'm mainly shocked that someone else is in my room. I'm shocked further when I look back and find no one there. Very puzzled, I try to pull away from the door. However, I can't. The ghost is pressing my cock cage and ball weight too hard. I wave my hand behind me at the invisible entity but find nothing but air.

It's happened! I've finally completely lost my mind. Is that you Janice? Are you doing this to me? Why? I'm sorry if I upset you earlier with my dad. I won't leave you like that again, I promise.

I've known for days now that my mind is becoming a tiny bit unbalanced. Whose wouldn't? Have I really slipped this far though? It doesn't seem possible. I don't feel that much different.

Something suddenly dawns on me. Only the ball weight and cock cage are being pushed against the door. My balls are being mashed against it because of the angle but it is the weight pushing them there. It's a magnet! The large chunk of metal the Dean has is a magnet and he has it against the door on the outside. Only the Dean would think of such a horrible thing.

My thought process only takes 20 seconds or so but the Dean is an impatient man. Now my balls are not only pushed against the door but are now slowly being pulled downward. It's clear he has let go of the magnet and gravity is doing the rest. The only thing keeping it from just jetting to the ground is the attraction through the door and the friction of the door material itself.

I spread my knees wider so I can lower my waist a little and ease the pain. However, after 3 inches [7½ cm] I realize I have to hold my ground. If I go any further I won't be able to service the Dean's dick. If I'm unable to do that then he will probably leave me pinned to the door for the rest of the day. He might even open the door and take the whip to me as well.

The ball weight pulls down on my nuts at least five times its normal weight before it finally stops moving downward. My balls are being pushed against the door and down so hard that it makes me nauseous. The Dean's nasty smelling groin only makes it worse.

I don't want the Dean to become even more irate, so I start licking at the head of his dick. The smell is least offensive there. The taste is just as strong and disgusting as I expect. It's also very salty. It's no doubt sweat residue. Knowing him he probably worked out every day just to make his dick and balls as rank as possible.

As I lick his dick clean, I hear the large magnet moving against the door again. This time though it is moving up. I ponder how the Dean could stand against the door and move the large magnet around at the same time. It dawns on me that he must have someone out there helping him. I'm guessing it is another child… one old and strong enough to handle the large magnet. I doubt many adults in this place would be willing to sit so close to the Dean's smelly groin.

The weight slowly does large circles on the door around my groin. As it moves it pulls at my weight in different directions. I get relief from the pain in one area and new pain in another.

I get more vigorous with the Dean's dick, hoping I can end this torture faster. I give his long dick a good tongue cleaning and then move to his much smellier balls. The smell makes me gag but it seems trivial compared the pain in my balls. I lick his nasty sack for a couple minutes until they are dripping wet. Then I part my lips and press them to his sack and start sucking. I'm like a miniature vacuum cleaner as I slurp all my spit off his nut sack. His balls are much too big to fit in my mouth without me scraping them with my teeth, so I just suck them partly inside. As an alternative prize for him I suck a bunch of his loose sack skin into my mouth and lick and nibble on it delicately.

I hear him moan through the door but the magnet keeps moving around. This tells me my torture probably isn't going to end until he cums.

I lick my way back to the tip of his cock and suck the head into my mouth. God his cock is fat. I can barely get it into my mouth. It is hard to believe that Danielle can actually deep throat this monster. A weird tingle shoots through my body when I realize that if I don't escape then someday I will be able to do it also. That day isn't today though.

I still try to get as much into my mouth as possible. I have to show him that I'm at least trying. I get 3 inches [7½ cm] or so into my mouth before it reaches the top of my throat. I press my face forward. It hurts like hell as the head of his dick tries to squeeze into my throat. Amazingly, I don't gag that much. I think Victor face fucking me has gotten rid of most of my gag reflex. I'm sure that is part of his training for me. I'm happy to be rid of most of the gagging. However, I'm still not happy with him. He enjoyed the training a little too much.

"It won't fit, sir," I say after a couple minutes of trying. "Do you want me to use my hands instead?"

I hear him mumble a 'yes'. I knew he would see it my way. Pressing his dick so hard against the back of my mouth had to be uncomfortable for him also. Any harder and I'm sure his dick would have buckled. I almost laugh out loud at the thought of him having to go to the doctor to have his dick examined.

I put the head of his dick back in my mouth and use my tongue to play with it while my hands start massaging his staff. Masturbating a dick is something they don't need to teach me. I'm a master at it. I was getting a ton of pussy as part of my job here. However, that was only for about a month or so; prior to that I was just a normal 13-year-old boy. Not that I was a virgin when I started work here. I took one girl's cherry prior to that and got sucked off twice. That, however, is very far from being enough sex to keep me satisfied for the ten months or so since I hit puberty. I masturbated at least two to three times a day. Hell, I was still masturbated at least once a day even after I started working here.

That said, this angle is the opposite of what I am used too. Plus, the Dean's dick is considerably bigger than my own. I get the hang of it though pretty fast. I rub all the right spots and make sure I give his balls plenty of attention.

The more I work on his dick the quieter the Dean becomes. He isn't fooling me, the river of precum in my mouth tells me that I'm doing a good job. My guess is that he is trying to surprise me with his climax. Either to get me to spill it or possibly swallow too much of it.

It's hard to concentrate with my balls in so much pain. However, I know I have too if I don't want to be caught off guard by the Dean's climax. As I masturbate him I focus on various things like the amount of precum I'm getting, how often his dick twitches. Pretty much any sign of pending climax.

It isn't long and I can tell he is getting very close. Any minute now. Any minute. Then bam! I get a large burst into the back of my mouth. I automatically swallow it before I can stop myself. That's okay. I know the Dean has at least two or three mouths full for me. I want to make sure my mouth is practically overflowing though when I show it to him. So, I back my mouth up until just my lips are over the tip. This makes tons more room for his cum. He still fills my mouth up though. The next burst threatens to overflow my mouth so I let a couple teaspoons worth drain down my throat.

Finally, the last few drops drool out the end of his dick and into my mouth. The Dean's dick then disappears. I bring my mouth to the hole and tilt my head slightly so I can open wide without spilling any. My mouth is absolutely full of the slimy jizz and I just know he will be happy with what he sees.

I can sense that he is looking through the hole but he gives no order to swallow. I blush as I patiently wait. A minute goes by and then I feel his finger go into my mouth and stir the cum around. Putting your finger into your own cum seems disgusting to me. Of course having his cum in my mouth is much worse. Still, I would never put my finger in there unless they made me.

The Dean toys with the cum for a minute and then tells me I can swallow. It takes three swallows to get it all down. Even then I can still feel it coating my mouth and gums. The Dean tells me to put my mouth back to the hole so he can verify I ate it all. When I do I feel him spit into my mouth.

I pull back and start to gag. God, that was disgusting! Who does something like that? I go to spit it out but he growls at me to swallow. I start crying as I close my lips and obey.

Chapter 21

The Dean must have sent out a memo because I get a steady stream of visitors throughout the school day. Normally they show up half way through my classes, the second my teacher finishes his lecture. Sometimes two or three line up at my door.

Casey was right about one thing, I didn't need to eat any dog food today. I have a tummy full of cum within a few hours. I'm bloated with the stuff by the end of the school day. I feel even fuller than after Thanksgiving dinner.

I never thought I would hear myself say this in a million years, but I actually preferred sucking the Dean off; minus the smell and the magnet of course. With him I didn't have to deep throat. However, I was able to fit almost everyone else's dick down my throat.

Needless to say, my throat is extremely raw by the end of the day. By then it is hurting like hell when I deep throat. When I swallow their cum it feels like I'm drinking acid.

I find that my class time is starting to become the highlight of my stay here. I've never been the best of students but I find myself riveted to the TV as I listen to the teachers lecture. I even start to understand some of the more complex stuff. Even the math, if you can believe that.

It is hard to explain, but the classes are a kind of escape for me. They provide me something to concentrate on other than what has been happening to me lately. I still know where I am and stuff of course. However, I just don't think about it. Instead all of my brain's resources work on understanding the lectures… the harder the subject the better.

In addition to the mental escape, I also get these eureka-like thrills of victory each time I figure something out. I never thought learning could feel so good. It's almost like a drug.

Of course, each lecture eventually comes to an end and my brain crashes hard as I hear the familiar knock at my door. Then it is back to torturing my throat for the next 30 minutes or so.

By the end of the day I become extremely good at sensing when men are about to cum. Something tells me that this is the main reason for making me show each one of them my mouth full of cum. It makes me have to judge when they are about to climax and back off each dick.

For some of the men it is extremely easy to judge. They either start humping through the hole or groaning very loud. However, many of them try to trick me just like the Dean. A few manage to trick me but I luck out and they are big cummers and I'm still able to pull back and get an acceptable mouth full of their jizz.

Victor visits the hole three times today. I can tell it is him by the color and shape of his dick. Of course, I could pick him out of a lineup while blindfolded. I would be able to tell by his smell and flavor; plus how his dick feels in my throat. Granted, the way he jack hammers back and forth through the hole kind of gives him away also.

***

Knock. Knock.

I groan as I pull myself out of my bed. I just finished watching my last class and had hoped I wouldn't get any more visitors at my door.

I hurry to the door. My weight swings back and forth a little but it doesn't bother me as much as it once did. Not since my time with the magnet this morning. The weight feels like a feather compared to that ordeal. The odd thing is that it is still just as painful. However, I somehow deal with it much easier.

I'm pretty sure I'm not injured down there. The doctor even made a short visit and said as much. He visited around noon and watched me do my exercises. He then temporarily removed the weight and gave my nuts a thorough inspection. I expected him to give me shots or something but he didn't. He just tells me I'm fine, puts the weight back on, and then leaves.

The visit seems very uncharacteristic for the man. I can only assume he had a busy schedule today.

I reach my door and kneel down. The cock comes through and I have it down my sore throat immediately. I've found that most of the men at the hole don't care if I skip all the foreplay. That is fine with me. It just means a lot less hairs in my teeth from licking and sucking their balls.

I pump this dick with my throat three times before I notice something. There is something about his taste and smell. Also the way his dick feels in my throat.

I quickly pull off it. I stare in horror as I recognize that slight bend to the left.

"Daddy," I say without thinking.

I blush. Why did I have to acknowledge that I knew who he was? I could have finished the job in silence and we could have both pretended this never happened.

After this morning you would think it wouldn't matter. But it does. Victor was there edging my dad on this morning. Knowing I sucked my dad off on that couch was horribly humiliating. However, we could still both pretend that we only did it because we were being made too.

This, however, was different. It's just him and I. There probably isn't anyone out there ensuring he go through with this. I'm not even sure the camera in here has a good shot of me at the door.

I blush at the thought that he might have come here voluntarily. Is it possible I did such a good job this morning that he wanted another taste of my throat? I tell myself that dad wouldn't do that. However, I'm not as sure as I once was.

This is the perfect opportunity to test my father. I should refuse to suck his dick. Then, if he doesn't report or punish me then I know he is on my side.

For a few seconds, I even decide to follow through with this plan. However, I find my lips slowly moving back toward my father's dick. The risk is just too great. They would give me a horrible punishment and then make me suck my dad's dick anyway. Only then they probably wouldn't have the door separating us.

As my lips slide over the head of his slippery dick, I tell myself that this is just another cock. That it is no different than the 15 to 20 others I've sucked today. I know this isn't true though. It's daddy's dick!

I try to withdraw to my safe hiding place in the back of my head but Janice won't let me. She is prepared this time and blocks the way.

I find her actions cruel at first. However, she holds me in a loving embrace.

You need to do this, she tells me. I will help you through it.

I want to beg her to let me go so I can hide again. However, I know she is right. If Jack is to survive then he needs to face this. If I hide away now then I will probably end up spending the rest of my life huddled in that dark warm corner.

I can do this! I can do this!

However, as my father's dick pushes into my throat again I start struggling against Janice. She holds me tight until I finally calm down.

Janice has to take over my body, but I remain there and watch. Janice forces our head back and forth and I feel dad's dick slide in and out of my throat.

To help me with the ordeal, Janice sends little shivers through my body. They consist of pleasure, excitement, and desire all mixed together. They mingle and even start canceling out all the jolts of disgust and humiliation that Jack is sending out.

I know she is only trying to help, but it angers me that she would make me enjoy this. I feel like I'm being mentally raped by her. I try to hold on to my anger but Janice easily overrides it as well. It scares me how strong she is. Or is it possible that Jack is just too weak?

It isn't long and I'm almost welcoming my father's dick. The revulsion is still there but I also feel a kind of strange comfort. It is the same kind of comfort I used to get years back when my dad would often hug me. It has been years since dad and I have been close like that but I have to admit that I still sometimes get this feeling whenever I smell his familiar scent. I think Janice found that fond feeling is feeding it back to me. However, instead of just his scent she is making me associate daddy's taste with the feeling as well. I know it is just an illusion being projected by Janice but I can't help but experience it.

I'm being a good girl for daddy! I'm being a good girl for daddy!

I'm not sure if it is me or Janice saying this but I hear it echoing around in my head. I even start saying it out loud. Thankfully, it only comes out as a mumble because of the cock in my mouth.

My father starts humping at the hole and I know he is about to cum. Janice pulls my head back just in time for the first squirt to land across my tongue. Then, she does something that catches me completely off guard. She lets go of me and backs away.

NO! the voice in my head screams. Don't leave me now!

She doesn't listen. She just stands back and watches as I accept my father's cum in my mouth. Even worse, she stops flooding my body with pleasure. My disgust and humiliation quickly surface again as my mouth fills up with father's goo.

My dad's load is thick and plentiful. It makes me wonder if he actually fucked my sisters today. Or was he just using that as an excuse so he could take it easy on me? Granted, it is also possible he just wanted his next load to be nice and big for me.

As my mouth is about to overflow I debate letting it do so; possibly even spitting all his jizz out. However, I've gone this far and it would be horrible for it all to have been for nothing. Just this one last horrible task and the ordeal will be over.

I relax my throat muscles and let some of his goo slither down. I have to drink down several teaspoons to keep any from spilling. It is amazing how much cum he gives me. It is at least five times what I think I would normally produce.

Now that I think about it, all the men today have cum almost this much. I wonder if the doctor provides them with medication or other treatments that allow them to produce so much cum. I quickly push this observation out of my head. I really don't want to be thinking about how much cum I've eaten today.

Finally, my dad's dick stops spitting it's cum and slowly withdraws from the hole. I blush as I bring my face close to the hole and present my full mouth for inspection. My dad seems to take a very long time for his viewing. It's so humiliating that my face feels like it is on fire by the time he gives me permission to swallow.

My room and the hall are quiet and you can easily hear my throat working the thick load into my belly. Or at least it sounds loud to me.

"Good girl," my dad praises as I open my empty mouth back up for inspection again.

"Th…thank you for letting me eat your delicious cum, daddy," I whisper through the hole.

I'm required to say this and have been doing so all day. However, this time it is ten times more humiliating than all the other times put together.

Daddy doesn't say anything. He just turns and walks away. I rush to my bed and jump in so I can cry into my pillow. I land wrong though and smash my nuts. I doubt any damage is done but it is still enough to make me curl in a ball in agony. Even this pain, however, seems a comforting distraction from thinking about what I just did with daddy.

I expect more knocks at my door but none come. It is perfectly quiet for the next 20 minutes. Well, other than the sound of me crying into my pillow.

Then I hear noise at my door again. I instinctively get up to go kneel in front of it but when the door comes into view around the Christmas tree, I see Casey entering.

I blush as I watch her inspect my side of the door. I'm sure she is looking to make sure I thought to lick the door clean after each use. Sadly, I had. The Dean never told me to do this but it seemed obvious that I should. Besides, if I let it get too messy then they might think I was letting cum drip from my mouth.

"Good girl," Casey says as she turns and walks toward me.

I blush further and try my best not to make eye contact. I just know she is judging me.

"What a big sissy faggot you are."

I'm certain I would read this in her eyes if I were to look.

Not long ago, I thought having female trainers was great. I'm not so sure now… especially after performing a task like this. One of my trainers turned out to be a guy but Casey is 100 percent female.

If Casey was male, I think she would be a lot less likely to judge me. After all, when it comes down to it a male trainer would be no better than I. After all, they would be having gay sex also.

Sure, Casey is helping to facilitate all of this. However, at the end of the day she can hold her head high knowing she never actually had gay sex.

I know I shouldn't let this bother me but I can't help it. I'm a male and she is a female. She is supposed to look up to me, not down. When she sees me she should be able to think, "There goes Jack. He's still young but he will be one hell of a man someday."

She shouldn't be seeing me walk around made up like a girl. And she certainly shouldn't be thinking about how many dicks I serviced today and how much sperm is swimming around in my tummy.

"You need to get ready for your double date," Casey says as she looks over at the clock.

She giggles like she just made the funniest joke in the world but I don't get it. In fact, at first I don't even realize what she is talking about. Then I remember the two Christmas 'ornaments' I put on the couch earlier today during my exercises.

I put the tube of lube in there with the card that says I get to remove my cage for an hour. I also put the quarter inch [5 mm] thick, 8 to 9 inch [20-23 cm] long metal rod that had all the round bumps on it. The card attached to it offers newspapers for a week.

I put those in there many hours ago though. I've had more than my fill of sexual activity for the day. I just want to take a warm bath and then lie down and take it easy for the rest of the night.

I try to back out of it but Casey won't have it. She just points toward the bathroom.

"Clean yourself up inside and out and then get dolled out," Casey growls.

Until now, the purpose of my enemas have always been so my plug comes out clean after each use. Or at least that is how I always thought of my enemas. This enema is much different. My hole is already pretty clean still. The purpose of this one is solely to prepare it further for my 'dates'. I feel very humiliated as I prep the enema bottle. My only relief is that Casey didn't decide to come in so she could watch.

I decide to perform two large enemas. This is pretty standard for me now. However, I change it up a bit. The first one is my normal recipe. That recipe is designed to help relax. For the second one, however, I decide to go with a recipe designed mainly to scent my 'ass pussy';.

Trust me, I have no desire to smell yummy down there. However, with luck they will notice and take it a little easier on me since I'm trying to please them.

Thankfully, the list of recipes are on display in this bathroom as well. There are actually a few different flavors/smells to choose from. I go with the one labeled Candy Cane. It only makes sense with Christmas so near. That said, it is still rather embarrassing performing the enema. I just know they are going to make fun of me and stuff for picking such a 'cute' smell. It will be worth it though if they go easy on me.

It suddenly dawns on me that I still don't know who 'they' are. God, I hope my father isn't one of them!

I'm positive that my father is part of this secret Santa program also. However, when I put these items in the room I was confident that my father hadn't picked these items. Even after our morning…um, activity… I was confident my father would attach his card to something I would never select. Like maybe the needles. However, after his recent return visit I'm not too sure.

I blush at the thought of having just scented my asshole for my dad's pleasure. God, please don't let him be one of my dates. Please!

Once my insides are clean and smelling sweet, I pour myself a nice warm bubble bath. Man does this bath feel good. I know I still have several cups of sperm swimming around in my tummy, but the bath almost makes it feel like it has been washed away. I feel almost like a new person as I finally pull myself from the water.

"Did you remember to brush your teeth?" Casey asks when she hears my tub draining. "They might want a few smooches."

Casey of course follows this with more giggles. Man, I wish Drew was here instead. He probably would have said something similar and giggled as well. However, it would have sounded a lot less judgmental.

Casey has a point though. It would suck to have gone through the humiliation of scenting my asshole if I left my mouth smelling like a sewer. I already thought of this though. Brushing my teeth was the first thing I did. However, the last thing on my mind was making my mouth smell nice for my dates. I just wanted to get rid of the nasty cum taste.

When I go to put my school uniform back on I find a long yellow floral dress in its place.

"That's a present from Drew," Casey informs me.

I give her a genuine smile as I hold it up. It is done in a preteen type of design, but it is still very beautiful. I hold it to my face and give it a smell. It smells so fresh and new. I'm delighted with the present but I do feel a little cheated out of having the excitement of opening the package.

As I put it on I'm surprised by how much of my body it covers. The dress circles around my chest about 3 inches [7½ cm] higher than my nipples and goes all the way to my ankles. The only things really exposed are my arms and shoulders… minus two small shoulder straps that hold the whole thing up.

It is a welcomed change over the much shorter skirts I've worn so far. I don't even feel that naked underneath it like I do with the skirts; especially now that I'm without underwear.

I almost wish Drew was here so I could give him a big hug; almost, but not quite. I will have to give him a hug in thanks anyway the next time I see him. It is only polite to do so.

That said, I'm sure he will be expecting a lot more than just a hug. A hug is all I plan to volunteer. If he wants more than that then he will have to order me to provide it.

I blush when I realize that a simple order is all it would take to get me to provide him with much more than a hug. How did I get to this point? A couple weeks ago they would have had to take a whip to me to get me to do some of this nasty gay shit. Now I'm almost volunteering it.

The dress looks and feels good. However, when I look in the mirror I find it makes me look way too young. I look like 9 years old in this thing. The colors and designs on it play a part of this. However, I think the main factor is the top 6 inches [15 cm] or so. It is tight to the skin thanks to the elastic, yet kind of ruffled at the same time. It's a design that looks like it would only work with girls that are flat chested.

If I had boobies I would want something that showed them off a little better and didn't hug them so tight against my body. Possibly something that also helped bring light to the fact that I was big enough to wear a bra.

I look around for some shoes but find none. That's okay. This dress is kind of playful and looks okay without shoes on; possibly even better.

Young for me or not, I still smile as I do a pirouette in front of the mirror. I can't believe I have my own dress now. It's not as good as Casey's present but it is still cool.

Speaking of Casey's present, I better start doing my hair and makeup. As I doll myself up I decide to remove the false eyelashes. They just don't look right with this dress. I also put the makeup on a lot lighter than normal.

It doesn't dawn on me until I'm almost done that I've subconsciously done my makeup to make me look even younger. It looks right for the dress though so I decide to leave it be.

"Cute," Casey says when she walks back into the room.

I was so caught up in my preparation that I hadn't even noticed her leave the room. I can only guess she was out welcoming one of my dates or something. They are probably waiting in my training room. It only makes sense since that is where I was told to take their items.

"Here," Casey says as she brings something yellow toward my head.

I hold still as she fiddles with my hair a little.

"Perfect!" she says as she stands back.

I turn toward the mirror and see that she has pinned a medium size yellow flower to my hair. I'm stunned as I look at my image. If I didn't know any better I would swear I was only 8 or 9 years old. I look a little tall for that age but everything else fits.

I have mixed feelings about my appearance. My hope is that the younger I look the gentler my dates will be with me. At the same time, however, I don't like looking so young. I'm 13. I worked hard for those few extra years. I should have boobies or something to help show off my maturity. I'm not saying I want them… just that it would represent me better.

Casey walks me into the hallway. However, she does not follow me into the training room. Instead she goes into the observation room. She doesn't even try to hide this fact. My face goes flush at the thought of her watching me with one of my dates. She is going to see how big of a sissy fag I can really be.

As I stand there stunned, I can hear voices coming from my training room just a few feet away. It takes me a second to realize both of my dates are here. Casey's double date reference makes a little more sense now… though I still don't find it all that funny.

She is not the only one making jokes though. I can hear the two men laughing. One of them says it is ironic that I would pick these two particular gifts at the same time. He doesn't elaborate. Nor do I give it much thought. I'm more concerned about the voices themselves. One is familiar but I can't place it. The other one, however, is very recognizable. It's the doctor!

I know I can't delay out here any longer so I reluctantly walk into the room. The room suddenly goes quiet as I enter. The silence tells me all their attention is on me. This only makes me blush further.

I try to keep my eyes downcast as I walk in. However, I can't help but look up to see my dates.

The doctor is sitting on the couch twirling the metal rod with his fingers like he is some kind of rock drummer or something. I kind of figured the rod belonged to him. I just don't see him needing a tube of lube. Not if Danielle is right and he can't get hard.

The other man I recognize as my math teacher. Mr. Slusser is his name. This is the first time we have met face to face but I've seen him almost every day on the TV. He is average size, maybe 40 or so years old and slightly balding.

Most of my attention, however, goes to the unexpected third person in the room. It is a little red haired girl who is kneeling in front of the couch. The girl is wearing a school uniform and looks very cute. However, if she is in this area then chances are she is really a little boy.

Although, I'm not 100 percent sure it is a boy. This looks just like the girl my math teacher played with in front of the class last week. I ended up masturbating Victor during part of this so it is hard for me to remember whether the girl actually got naked or not. I'm not sure but I don't think she did. I think she just knelt there and sucked the teacher off.

"This is Bobby," Mr. Slusser says when he sees me staring at the child.

The name doesn't reveal much. I've heard of females called 'Bobby' before but I think it is normally males that have this name. However, this only makes me think the child is female. After all, if I had a little boy and wanted to turn him in to a sissy I would give him a more feminine name like Barbara or something.

Of course, it is always possible his parents planned his sissification since birth. 'Bobby' would be a way of giving him a somewhat female name right off the bat without drawing any suspicions from nurses and such.

"I want to go first," the doctor announces.

"By all means," Mr. Slusser says with a smile.

The doctor pats a spot on the couch between him and Mr. Slusser. I slowly walk over and take a seat.

As I sit down, the doctor pulls a screwdriver out of his pocket. It is the type needed to remove my cage. This confuses me. His card promised a week of newspapers, not the removal of my cage. I also see Mr. Slusser with the same type of screwdriver next to him on the arm of the couch. Apparently, my cage was coming off whether I selected Mr. Slusser's card or not. Maybe this is what they were laughing about when I entered.

I find it far from funny. Had I selected them on different days then I would have had my cage off twice as long. Though, something tells me the doctor is removing my cage for an entirely different reason.

The doctor pulls my long dress all the way up to my waist and starts unscrewing my cage. As he does this it dawns on me what he plans to do with the rod. He plans to stick that chunk of metal down my piss hole!

Suddenly, the metal rod doesn't look so benign. It no longer looks small either. In fact, it looks fucking huge! God, why didn't I see this coming? Of course the most benign thing would end up being the worst. Any idiot should have predicted that. Yet, I hadn't.

The doctor played me like a fiddle also. He picks an item that looks harmless to the untrained eye. Then he helps sell it by matching it up with a small reward/present.

The doctor sees horror on my face and realizes I've figured it out. He just smiles and continues to unscrew my cage.

"Oh, my!" the doctor says as he removes the cage and my dick suddenly goes rock hard. "It looks like someone is really looking forward to my gift."

This gets a laugh from both of the men. The little red haired girl looks my direction with concern. I think she knows what is going to happen and feels sorry for me. Or, maybe she is scared they might decide to do the same thing to her.

"I changed my mind!" I quickly say when the doctor grabs hold of my dick.

He doesn't reply. He just uses his other hand to line the rod up with the end of my dick. Casey wouldn't let me retract my selection so I was pretty sure the doctor wouldn't either. I had to try though.

"Wait! Wait! Wait!" I beg as he presses the rounded tip of the rod against my hole.

The plea is just instinct. I have no clue how waiting could possibly help me any. All it would do is give me time to build up more dread over what he plans to do.

The doctor doesn't listen and slowly presses the rod inward. The rod is over a quarter inch [5 mm] thick and feels so fat as it goes into my urethra.

Surprisingly, the first half inch [10 mm] or so isn't that bad. The metal feels cold but there isn't any major discomfort. However, it then bumps into something. I'm guessing my urethra is thinner in there or something. Whatever it is, it hurts like hell. It hurts even more than when he stuck my piss tube in there.

The doctor notices me jerk with pain and stops the insertion. He rotates the rod around in circles as he makes little tiny fuck motions with it. He repeatedly pulls it out about a quarter inch [5 mm] and then presses it in again. I jerk each time he hits that sensitive spot.

The doctor has this very lustful look on his face. It is the same look the Dean had when they were removing my pubic hair. The doctor isn't hard like the Dean was, but I'm sure he would be cumming in his pants right now if he were capable.

"Be a good girl for daddy and take it all in," the doctor tells me.

I really don't see how there is anything I can do to help facilitate his demand. The rod just doesn't fit. It's too fat and the last time I checked my dick is only about 7 inches [18 cm] long. The rod is almost 9 inches long [23 cm]. My math teacher is sitting right next to me but I don't need him to tell me that 7 minus 9 equals something very bad.

"Oh!" I let out when he fucks the rod a quarter inch deeper.

He fucks the rod in and out at this depth several more times.

"Oh!" I yelp again when he fucks it yet deeper.

It quickly becomes clear he plans to put all of the rod in whether it will fit or not. I bite my lower lip and start breathing shallow in order to help cope with the pain.

"Owie!" I say much louder this time when the rod digs even deeper.

He only has 2 inches [5 cm] inside but the pain is way too great. I reach down to try to pull it out but he pushes my hands away. He then positions his upper body so that he is blocking me from being able to reach my waist. I still do my best to reach around him. When that doesn't work I try to pull him away. He's too big and I have very little effect.

"Owie! Owie!" I protest as more of the rod goes inside.

"I think I better give him some of this," Mr. Slusser says as he pulls a tiny bottle out of his pocket.

"He doesn't need that," the doctor protests.

"I think he does," Mr. Slusser says as he removes the lid.

The doctor grumbles but doesn't say anything further. I'm pretty sure the doctor highly outranks a math teacher. However, I'm guessing that Mr. Slusser is right about the bottle… whatever it is.

"Take a good whiff," Mr. Slusser says as he brings the open bottle under my nose.

I normally would hesitate. However, the doctor didn't want this used on me which tells me it is something that will actually help. So, I take as big a whiff as I can.

My brain suddenly shoots into orbit and I start floating around in zero gravity. Holy shit! What the hell is that!?

As my brain spins around in orbit it becomes hard to get my orientation. What is up? What is down? It jumbles my logic circuits or something also. The rod still hurts like hell but for some reason this seems okay… even better than okay. It is like I want the pain for some reason.

I even find my hips involuntarily making little jerks up at the rod in hopes of burying it deeper. A part of me knows this isn't right. All kinds of 'does not compute' errors are sounding all over the place in my head. My brain taps the warning lights a few times in hopes they will go out. They don't so it just decides to ignore them.

I float like that for about a minute. Then my orbit begins to decay. I find myself rushing back toward the earth at breakneck speeds. The air friction causes my dick to catch fire with pain. The doctor is fucking at least 4 inches [10 cm] in me now and the pain is no longer desired like it had been just seconds ago.

"Owie!" I yell as the rod painfully fucks in and out.

The round ribbed surface of the rod makes the pain kind of vibrate inside my dick.

Mr. Slusser notices me falling out of orbit and puts the bottle under my nose again. I gladly take another big whiff. My plan is to take the whiff and then thank him. However, once I breathe the drug my brain shoots into orbit again and I can't remember my own name let alone compose a sentence.

A few seconds later and I'm humping up at the rod again.

"Fuck me with that rod, doctor! Fuck me with that rod!"

I think this but my brain is too dizzy to form the actual words.

The drug lasts a little longer this time. I also don't plummet quite as fast as before. I still fall though.

"Owie!" I start yelling as my perspective on the pain begins to change again.

I look to Mr. Slusser but I see him putting the lid back on the bottle. Right about the same time, the doctor moves out of the way. I'm scared to look but I can't help myself.

I expect to find a huge bloody mess. However, when my cock comes into view it looks no different than the last time I seen it. The rod isn't even any deeper. Only about an inch or two [5 cm] in at most.

As I breathe a sigh of relief, I see the doctor slowly pushing the rod back in. I look on in horror as it sinks deeper and deeper. The pain is still there but it doesn't seem anywhere near as bad as it first was. The thought of what is happening still causes me to speak out.

"Owie. Owie. Owie," I groan as it keeps going deeper.

Five inches [12 cm]… six inches [15 cm]… seven inches [18 cm]… eight inches [20 cm]… what? Wait! My dick is only 7 inches [18 cm] long! Then I remember my piss tube. He is pushing it all the way into my bladder!

When only a half inch is sticking out the doctor uses his thumb and forefinger to slowly turn it in circles and pump it in and out an inch or so.

As the doctor tortures my dick I put a very definite "NO!!!" next to his name on my potential mentor list. I underline it several times and add a few more explanation marks.

How could he possibly think I would pick him after this? Has he always treated new boys like this? Or has he just given up hope of ever getting selected by one?

I guess it is also possible I'm looking at this the wrong way. Maybe it isn't really the students rejecting him as much as it is him weeding out those kids that don't get off on this kind of treatment. Of course, so far that is pretty much everyone. If so then I guess in a sick kind of way he is doing me a favor. Better he show me this side of him now and not after he's already my mentor.

The doctor fucks my urethra for a couple minutes and then does something even more horrid. He lets go. I expect it to shoot out but instead my dick sucks it inside.

My hand races to my dick in order to stop it but it is already deep inside. I try to dig it out but the doctor pulls my hands away.

"He's all yours," the doctor tells Mr. Slusser.

What?! Wait! You aren't done asshole. Get this fucking thing out of me!

"I will deliver your first newspaper in the morning," he tells me as he stands and walks out.

"Don't worry, Bobby can get it out for you," Mr. Slusser says as I watch the doctor leave.

Mr. Slusser nods his head at Bobby and she crawls over to me. I can tell she is scared of hurting me as she positions her lips over my dick. She slowly sucks my dick into her mouth.

"Not too deep," Mr. Slusser advises as my dick presses against the back of her throat. "I doubt she would like it if her dick tried to bend in order to fit down your throat."

My eyes get big. No, she most definitely wouldn't like that!

Bobby thankfully takes the advice. He slowly moves his lips up and down my shaft. My urethra still feels like it is on fire but the outside of my dick feels really good as her lips slide up and down it. It feels especially good when she starts applying suction.

It's only been just over a week but it seems like years ago since my dick felt this good. It hits me that I'm actually getting head from a girl! Or at least I hope it is a girl.

Even if she ends up not being a real girl it isn't hard to pretend otherwise. She is such a cutie. I'm now pretty certain she is the girl from my math class. This would put her at about 9 or 10 years old. I'm 13 and only a few inches taller than her but like I've said before, I'm a little short for my age.

"Owie!" I suddenly yell out when I feel the ribbed surface of the rod bumping along my urethra.

As Bobby's head lifts higher I notice his teeth are gripping the end of the rod. He keeps lifting his head until the end of the rod finally pops out of my dick. When it comes clear, fire suddenly shoots up my dick and a stream of piss fountains out. Bobby jumps back in horror. Apparently she isn't potty trained.

I quickly pinch the end of my dick in order to stop the flow. My goal of course is more to stop the burning than it is to protect Bobby from it.

"The sound has loosened your muscles a bit," Mr. Slusser informs me. "You are going to have to empty your bladder before we can continue."

I stand and start walking toward the door.

"Here will be fine," Mr. Slusser says.

I turn. I then look at him in confusion when I see where he is pointing. There is a single toilet and small shower in the far corner of the room but he isn't pointing there. He is pointing to a spot a few feet in front of the couch. I blush when I see him go to a cabinet and then return with a large funnel. He wants me to drink it.

I notice Bobby watching me in confusion as I take my dress off and lay on the floor on my back. She gets this look of utter disgust when she sees me put the funnel in my mouth. I'm pretty sure she figured out what is coming next. Having Bobby watch this makes the task even worse. This is not how I wanted to be introduced to one of my classmates. My only relief is that she won't be allowed to go tell all the other girls what she witnessed.

I lift my lower body as far over my head as I can and then do my best to aim my dick at the funnel. I take a deep breath and then release the end of my dick. A torrent of piss immediately shoots out and into the funnel.

The piss feels like lava shooting out of my dick. I want to yell in pain but my mouth and throat are too busy trying to keep up with the flow. I chug down at least two cups worth before it tapers off.

I remove the funnel from my mouth and sit back up. When I do I see a very green faced Bobby staring at me.

"Don't worry, sugar," Mr. Slusser tells the girl. "You would have to do something very bad before daddy would make you drink peepee."

This makes me blush further. I know that potty training is pretty rare here but I assumed that everyone had at least witnessed it at one point or another.

Mr. Slusser's comment also ticks me off a little. He's basically telling her that only bad girls have to drink pee. Yet, I never did anything bad. Not really. So, why was I potty trained?

I'm pretty sure it is a lie he is making up just to sooth the girl. It makes me curious what their relationship is. It seems greater than just that of teacher and student. Is he Bobby's mentor? They do share a few minor facial features. It's possible they really are related. He referred to himself as 'daddy' but that really doesn't mean anything in here.

"Why don't you two snuggle on the couch and get to know each other a little better," Mr. Slusser says.

Bobby and I both blush at this suggestion. Not that it was a suggestion. We both know an order when we hear it.

Bobby looks very disgusted and reluctant as I sit next to her on the couch. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to kiss a guy either if I just seen him drink a bunch of piss.

I decide to give her a break and just hug her and nibble on her ear a little. She responds well to this. However, Mr. Slusser clearly wants a little more passion.

"Tell Janice what you like most," Mr. Slusser says.

"I… I like sugar kisses," Bobby whispers.

I can tell the idea of kissing is not appealing to her. Part of that is because of what I just drank, but there seems to be more to it than that. The answer seems a little too rehearsed… like she is under orders to say this whenever asked the question.

We start out with closed mouth kisses. Mr. Slusser grumbles a little after a minute so we part our mouths and get a little more passionate.

"Bobby is a good kisser but she hasn't had much experience with boys or… um, other girls like herself," Mr. Slusser informs me. "She has spent most of her time with regular girls. Tell Janice who you normally play with."

Mr. Slusser is a little cryptic but I'm pretty sure he is telling me that Bobby is a sissy just like me… I mean, like Danielle.

"I play with Pam," Bobby whispers.

I can tell he is embarrassed to give this name. However, he also looks relieved to have the opportunity to stop kissing.

"And who is Pam?" Mr. Slusser asks.

"M…my sister," Bobby replies.

"And who else do you share sugar kisses with?" Mr. Slusser asks.

"Mommy."

This Bobby says so quietly that I can barely hear him just inches away.

"To say Bobby plays with her sister and mommy isn't actually accurate," Mr. Slusser tells me. "It's more like they play with her. Bobby is kind of like their maid, aren't you? She waits on them hand and foot… in more ways than one. They use strapons and stuff on her but it's just not the same.

"I'm not really into this gay shit though. However, as you can imagine, her mommy can be pretty insistent. So, I started letting Bobby suck me about a month ago. My wife and daughter want Bobby to get a little more experience though. How many sissies have you been with so far Bobby?"

"Three," Bobby whispers as a tear runs down his cheek.

I feel sorry for the boy. However, I also feel like telling him exactly how good he has it. He has probably been in this school for two or three years and is just now being exposed to gay sex. I've only been here for two fucking weeks and have had virtually nothing but gay sex. I can't even tell you how much cum I've eaten. And don't even get me started on the potty training.

Still, when I look at it from his perspective I can see that it hasn't been a picnic for him either. I've recently had sex with my sisters but I certainly wouldn't want to be their sex maid or anything. Especially dressed up like a girl with them using dildos and stuff on me. Plus, now he will have to endure that and have gay sex.

I show my sympathy by giving Bobby a deep kiss. He is stiff in my arms so I know it is just making him feel worse. I feel bad about this but know we have to continue anyway.

"He will get used to kissing boys," I tell myself. "Just like I have."

It takes a few minutes of tongue kissing before he finally starts to soften up a little. I glance over at Mr. Slusser from time to time. For someone that claims not to be into this 'gay shit', Mr. Slusser sure seems to enjoy watching us. His cock is tenting out the front of his trousers and I see him massage it from time to time.

Something tells me that he is into this 'gay shit' but just wasn't hot about doing it with his kid. Around here that makes him a man of high moral standards.

Granted, he still enrolled Bobby here. I'm getting the feeling that it's Mrs. Slusser that wears the pants in the family. I wonder if Mr. Slusser hasn't worn a maid's outfit a few times himself. Okay, maybe not. He probably would have been forced to interact with the boy long ago had that been the case.

I hate to admit it but I'm getting pretty turned on also. Of course, with my cock cage off I would probably get turned on by about anything. It's tempting to reach down and masturbate. However, he hasn't given me permission yet. I don't want to risk upsetting him and getting the cage put back on.

"I think you two are going to be good classmates," Mr. Slusser says as he watches us make out.

Bobby and I both blush. It is pretty clear what Mr. Slusser is insinuating. Bobby and I will no doubt be spending a lot of time together in the near future. I'm not sure how I feel about this. I can think of worse things, but I'm not so hot on the idea of being Bobby's steady 'playmate'. Plus, I'm not sure how Danielle would feel about this.

We kiss for about ten minutes when Mr. Slusser scoots over and starts removing Bobby's clothes. It isn't long and he is just as naked as I am.

"Naughty girl," Mr. Slusser says. "You know the rules. Mommy is going to be very upset when she hears about this."

I pull back from the kiss to see what he is talking about. I look just in time to see Mr. Slusser let go of Bobby's limp dick. Bobby gets a worried look on his face and quickly starts rubbing his penis until it gets hard. Apparently, he is required to stay hard at all times or something. Pretty much the opposite of what my life has been like this past week with this cock cage.

Bobby's cock is only 2½ to 3 inches [6-7 cm] long and no thicker than my index finger. He's also completely hairless down there. However, I doubt they have plucked his hairs like they have mine. I think he just hasn't hit puberty yet.

He probably isn't even old enough to cum yet. No wonder he doesn't like doing any of this. That's probably even worse than having a cock cage. He can get hard but doesn't really get any major pleasure out of it. At least I still feel a kind of pleasure with my cage on.

Bobby experiences nothing but humiliation when he is played with. Maybe I don't have it a lot worse than him after all. Now that I think about it, Danielle and all the other sissies probably spent years here also before they started getting pleasure from their training. The thought makes me shiver.

"I think it is time for your gift," Mr. Slusser says as he pulls out the tube of lube.

The disgust on Bobby's face tells me he knows what is coming. I start to get worried, but then Mr. Slusser does something very odd. He squeezes some lube onto my dick.

"You can masturbate or you can fuck Bobby," Mr. Slusser informs me. "It's your gift so you get to choose."

Masturbation is my obvious preference. However, I don't want to disappoint Mr. Slusser. He seems like a nice guy and sincere about it being my choice. I doubt he will punish me or anything if I choose masturbation. But, he is also my teacher. He might not do anything to me now but he might do something, subconsciously or otherwise, to me down the road. I know how this school works, just one bad grade on a paper and your ass pays the price. Sorry Bobby but you are going to have to take one for the team.

I reach out and guide him until he is on the couch on his hands and knees. Maybe it is just my imagination but his hips and ass look a little more girlish than they should. I wonder if they are already giving him estrogen. Maybe they have been giving him small doses of it for years now.

I get the feeling that Bobby might try to bolt at any second. I make sure one of my hands is holding his dick and balls tight just in case. This will keep him on a short leash and out of trouble. It will also help ensure I get my much awaited nut.

As I kneel behind him I can feel him try to pull away. It just takes a small squeeze with my hand to get him to settle down.

When I look down to line my cock up I notice that his penis and balls are easily hidden in my fist. With them hidden he looks exactly like a girl… almost. The way I figure it, he kind of is mostly female when you think about it. If they are feeding him estrogen then he has tons of female hormones yet virtually no male ones… at least until he hits puberty.

I suck at biology but that makes sense to me. At least enough sense to justify enjoying this fuck a little more than I really should.

Bobby moans as I slowly sink up his hole. Bobby isn't super loose but you can tell someone has been stretching his hole. They either make him wear a plug like me or his mom and sister have been using some big dildos on him.

It's a good thing too. The sensation of his hole grasping my dick feels REALLY good. I only have two inches [5 cm] inside when my hips start thinking on their own and plow the other five inches [12 cm] deep inside.

"Oh!" he lets out in discomfort and shock.

I want to take it easy on him but man this feels good. I let go of his dick and balls and get a good grip on his waist. I then pull myself out and plow back in. It isn't long before I'm going full steam up his little butt.

"Oh… oh… oh," he grunts over and over.

Like his name, Bobby's youthful voice sounds somewhat gender neutral. However, it is easy for me to picture it actually coming from a girl.

He is not the only one grunting. My ball weight is swinging back and forth as I pump his hole. It hurts but the pleasure I'm feeling easily overrides it. In fact, I think my ball weight is hurting Bobby a lot more than it is me. I feel my balls banging into Bobby's little boner which tells me that my weight is probably hitting his tiny marbles on each thrust.

Take that dick bitch, I think to myself. I'm going to fuck your twat full of cum.

God, his ass pussy feels good on my dick! I start fucking him with all I got. The fuck only lasts three minutes before I reach my peak.

Man, I'm going to love being Bobby's classmate! the voice in my head screams as I start nutting his hole.

"Owie! Owie!" I yelp as my cum burns its way through my sore urethra.

The cum stings but it pales in comparison to the pleasure of climaxing in the normal fashion again. As I unload in his hole I don't even care that he is a boy. In fact, it almost adds to the experience. It is so nice to be the one dishing out the humiliation for a change instead of receiving it.

"I'm not done with you yet," I growl when Bobby starts to pull away.

I blush when I realize what I said but Mr. Slusser seems pleased with the comment.

I meant every word though. My cage is going to be off for a full hour and I plan to take advantage of every second of it.

I hold myself deep inside him for a couple minutes and then slowly start humping again. I give his hole another vicious ride, but it takes me much longer to cum this time.

I want at least one or two more cums so I pull my sloppy dick out of his ass and bring it to his mouth. Bobby wants nothing to do with it but I grab a hand full of his hair and force it in his mouth anyway. I of course keep a close eye on Mr. Slusser for signs I might be overstepping my bounds. He doesn't seem upset in the least. In fact, he has his cell phone out and is taking photos. I blush, but don't let it bother me too much. It's not like all of this isn't being videotaped anyway by the wall camera.

He presses some buttons on the phone. I'm not sure but I think he just forwarded it to someone… probably his wife. I frown and blush. I'm not hot on the idea of photos of me floating around out there in cyber space. It also pisses me off that I can't pick shit up on my radio in this place yet he gets cell phone coverage. They probably gave me a defective radio.

A minute later his phone beeps. He opens up a text message and reads it. He gets a disgusted look on his face. He walks over and takes a photo of his son's messy asshole. He then runs one of his fingers through the mess and walks around to Bobby's face. I pull back so he can stick the finger in his son's mouth.

"Be good for mommy," he says.

Bobby reluctantly starts licking the finger clean. Mr. Slusser shoots a photo of this and steps back. He presses a few buttons on the camera and then folds it and puts it back in his pocket.

As an experiment, I bend down a little and tweak Bobby's left nipple. He does a sharp intake that causes him to suck my dick a little deeper. This convinces me that he probably is on estrogen. I know my nipples have been a ton more sensitive lately because of it.

It's hardly a very scientific experiment. However, it does provide some interesting results; the sensation on my dick to be specific. I continue tweaking his nipple and he begins to squirm and moan.

"Bobby's a bit of a titpig," Mr. Slusser says when he sees what I'm doing.

Mr. Slusser reaches out and starts toying with Bobby's other nipple. This frees me to stand straight again and do nothing but enjoy Bobby's mouth. Bobby starts going into overdrive. He is sucking much harder and squirming like crazy. I'm guessing Mr. Slusser is being a lot rougher with Bobby than I was.

It feels incredible and I almost thank Mr. Slusser for his efforts. It's the most thoughtful thing anyone has done for me in here. It makes me wish he was my mentor also. Granted, I would probably end up a sex maid for his wife and daughter but even that sounds okay. They are female after all… how bad could it really be?

I planned to deposit my next load up Bobby's twat again but his mouth feels too good. If I'm going to feed him my nut though then he is going to have to do a little more to earn it. Up until now he has just been sucking the first few inches. That was fine for getting me hard again but not for bringing me off.

Bobby's eyes get big when I apply pressure to the back of his head. He's a Humbled Girl, he is smart enough to figure out what this means. He struggles but not much. I'm smaller than his dad so he knows he can handle me. Plus, he also knows my dick is going down his throat one way or another anyway.

His protest is to let his daddy and I know he doesn't want to do it; in the unlikely event that we will take his wishes into consideration. Normally, I probably would. Hell, normally I wouldn't even consider doing any of this to him.

However, it could be weeks before I get my cock cage off again. I have to take advantage of every second. This means more to me than just pleasure. It also means emptying my nuts. With luck, they will stop hurting for a while. You don't know pain until you have put a huge fucking weight on a pair of blue balls. The milkings seem to help a lot but I'm hoping this will help even more.

I do my best to cum fast. However, I still fuck Bobby's throat for at least five minutes before I do. I make sure I cum deep in his throat so he doesn't have to taste it or go through the indignity of gulping it down.

"Owie!" I yelp again as the cum burns its way through my urethra.

My eyes are closed through most of the climax. When I open them I see a very red faced Bobby looking up at me with an angry look on his face. I don't blame him. However, he doesn't know what that fucking cock cage has put me through. Once he hits puberty I'm sure his mom and sister will put him in one… then he will understand.

My urethra is burning and I feel pretty spent. However, I'm sure I can nut Bobby one more time. I have him suck me for another five minutes until I'm ready to go at him again.

I spin him around and slide up his ass once more. Bobby doesn't struggle. I think he decided he likes it up the ass a lot more than down the throat. He just buries his face in the cushion and arches his back. I can tell he is concentrating in order to loosen his hole up. It isn't long and his snatch becomes smooth as butter. If I didn't know better I would swear I was fucking an actual pussy.

I go nice and slow so I can enjoy every minute of it. Everything is great in the world until Mr. Slusser stands and walks behind me. For a moment I fear he plans to take me like I'm taking his son. However, he doesn't.

Instead, he reaches in and lightly massages my weighted balls. I could be wrong but I think he is trying to help get me off; probably in order to help Bobby out. Bobby is lucky to have such a nice Daddy… even luckier if Mr. Slusser is also his mentor.

Playing with my balls helps but apparently not enough for Mr. Slusser's tastes. When I still haven't cum three minutes later he moves his fingers up and grabs hold of my plug.

"Oh!" I grunt as the plug pops free.

I feel him put some lube on my hole. Maybe he plans to fuck me after all. I was already expecting this earlier so I'm mentally prepared. He enters me but not with his cock. Instead, he is using his index finger.

He lets me set the pace. He just holds it still and lets me back into it each time I withdraw from his son's asshole. I almost thank him when he adds a second finger. My asshole felt sore and way overstuffed with my new plug in there. However, now that it is out I have this kind of emptiness inside me that I have the urge to fill.

I start giving Bobby longer and faster pumps. Not just because I'm eager to paint his insides but also because I need those fingers pumping nice and deep. However, I get a little worried when Mr. Slusser adds a third finger.

I slow down for several strokes and then build up again. Thankfully, he doesn't add a fourth. However, he angles them so they rub my clit just right. God I'm in heaven.

"I love your fingers, Mr. Slusser!"

I don't say it but he knows I'm thinking it. The way I'm groaning and pumping his son… how could he not know?

"Oh… oh… Oh! Oh!" I let out as I cum again.

The first two "oh"s are from please and the last two from pain as my cum shoots out my sore dick.

Once my climax comes to an end I feel a bit embarrassed about what I just did. I also feel a bit sorry for having done it to poor Bobby. However, I mainly feel satisfied. Or at least my nuts do.

"Clean your mess," I tell Bobby as I move to his face again.

I know it is cruel but I figure Mr. Slusser will settle for nothing less.

"Now, clean your mess," Mr. Slusser tells me once my dick is clean.

I'm assuming he is talking about my ass juices on his fingers. However, he has his phone out again and is aiming the lens at his son's ass. I take a step back and think about making a run for it. It is just instinct. My logical mind easily overrides it and makes me stand my ground.

The thought of liking my jizz off of his son's sloppy hole is disgusting and I feel ill.

"I've never done anything like that before, sir," I whisper.

It is the closest thing to a 'no' that I dare say. It is my hope there is a rule somewhere that says he can't make me do something new like this without one of my trainers being present. I swallow hard when I realize one of my trainers is present. She is watching us right now in the observation room.

"Bobby had never before cleaned a real dick off after being fucked with it," Mr. Slusser replies. "Now you guys will be even."

This doesn't seem 'even' to me. Cleaning a dick off is a lot better than licking a guy's asshole clean. They aren't even in the same ballpark.

I know I'm turning green as I slowly approach Bobby's sloppy hole. I see Bobby looking back at me. He seems shocked that I'm actually going to obey the disgusting order. I can also tell that he is thankful it is not him in my place. Considering how badly I just treated him, I'm surprised he isn't laughing at me or something. However, he seems truly sorry for me. This makes me feel even worse about what I did to him.

Most of his ass crack is wet with my cum. I'm guessing that is mostly my first load and that I pumped it out of him on the second fuck. It has also run across his taint and is dripping off his balls. I decide to start there first.

I stick my tongue out and give his tiny balls a lick. He giggles. He jerked forward so I'm pretty sure he isn't laughing at me… he's just ticklish in this area. I lick across his taint next and get a giggle from that as well.

The giggles stop, however, when I lick up his crack. There is a lot of cum in this area and I gag in disgust as I swallow it down. I blush when I hear Mr. Slusser's camera clicking away.

I lick his crack several more times before I'm certain it is completely clean. I then back away and look to Mr. Slusser to ensure he agrees. Unfortunately, he doesn't.

"Get all of it," he orders.

I look back at Bobby's rear end. What is he talking about? I got all of the cum. The only cum left is… oh, God! He wants me to suck the cum out of Bobby's asshole! I look back at Mr. Slusser in horror. His nod confirms my fear.

I don't know if this order is Mr. Slusser's idea or if it is via a text message from his wife. All I know for sure is that having Mr. Slusser as a mentor might not be as good as I first thought. I owe Bobby an apology. He definitely has not had it easy.

I feel so sorry for Bobby that I promise myself that if I ever escape I will someday come back and rescue him as well. Even as I think this I know it is a false promise. Once I escape I will keep running and never look back.

When my lips reach his hole I pucker up and give his ring a small kiss. I'm not even thinking when I do it. It just seems the right thing… kind of like an apology for being so brutal to it. Unfortunately, Mr. Slusser takes a photo at that very instant. I pray that image doesn't come out. Last thing I want is another framed photo for my room.

I blush but keep my lips up against the hole. I tell myself that Bobby is probably just as clean inside as I am. That sucking the cum out of his hole is no worse than eating it out of his crack or off the floor. However, I know different. I'm sucking it out of his ASS! It's way worse!

Reluctantly, I start applying suction. I'm rewarded with a teaspoon of cum. I close my eyes tight and force myself to swallow it. The rest of the cum must be much deeper because my suction isn't enough to withdraw it. And I know I deposited a lot more than a teaspoon in there.

"Feed her," I hear Mr. Slusser tell his son.

I feel Bobby's butt hole kiss me back as he pushes out with his ass muscles. He's basically shitting in my mouth. Only cum comes out but the thought still makes me gag.

I get several teaspoons this time and swallow it down. I suspect there are a few more teaspoons in there but Mr. Slusser is satisfied. I quickly pull away before he can change his mind.

Mr. Slusser has Bobby and I make out again while he puts my cage back on. It doesn't seem like I got my full hour of freedom but I'm not about to complain. In fact, I'm kind of happy to see the cage going back on. It means my date with Mr. Slusser and Bobby is coming to an end.

Once my cage is back on, Mr. Slusser helps me with my plug and dress. Then he has me give Bobby one last kiss before sending me back to my room.

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