The Devil's Advocate

Christian's
School of Humility

Chapters 14-18

Chapter 14

The following few hours are non-eventful. I undress each hour between classes and get in the tub but no one shows up.

It is half way through my 4th class that I get another visitor. It's Victor!

His intrusion shocks me. However, I also note that he enters right after the lecture ends mid class. Just like the doctor had. Something tells me this isn't just coincidence. The instructors almost always select a kid or two to play with during the last 30 minutes of class. I guess I can now expect the same to randomly happen to me.

I know I should be pissed with Victor, and I guess I am, but I still get this overwhelming desire to run and hug him. I don't, but the desire is there. I suspect that he is here right now to make my life even more miserable, but a hug would feel so good. It would make me feel safe and loved again 3; if only for a moment. Just like it always did in the past when Victor was around.

"Don't bother getting undressed," he tells me.

The thought hadn't even entered my mind. He peed in my mouth yesterday but I guess I assumed this is just a social visit. Yeah, a pretty stupid assumption now that I think about it.

"I want to go home, Uncle Victor," I beg, making sure I add his informal title.

I chastise myself for begging. My goal has been to convince them that I'm adapting, so that I can get out of here soon. Or at least sooner. Victor is one of 'them'. I just forgot for that one split second. Now the Dean and they will know that I begged for release. This will be a huge blow toward my goal.

"I'm ready to be a good girl," I add, hoping to cover my mistake. "I would learn much more at home with all my sisters."

This last part was hard to add. I think I would die from humiliation if my sisters actually saw me like this. I swallow hard when I realize that eventually they no doubt will see me like this. Unless I can escape of course.

Victor grins. I'm pretty sure he can see right through me. I have to admit that my cover up was pretty weak.

"What are we watching?" he says as he walks to the bed.

"Math, Uncle Victor," I reply.

The 'Uncle Victor' part sounds weird. I often refer to him like that when I'm talking about him. However, I haven't actually addressed him as 'uncle' for years now. Considering he's an instructor at the school, I probably should be calling him 'sir'. However, I'm hoping that calling him 'uncle' will make him less likely to do anything bad to me. I want him to think of me as his nephew, not Janice.

"She's cute," he says as he lies on the bed and props his head and shoulders up on a pillow.

It takes me a second to realize he is talking about the little girl the teacher is playing with. She looks to be about 9 or 10 years old. She has red hair and does indeed look cute. Of course, most girls at the school look cute.

Had Victor said this over a week ago I probably would have quickly replied. I would have told him how cute I found her and that I wouldn't mind wetting my dick in her. Something like that anyway. Now, however, I feel it is wiser to just keep my mouth shut.

"You can lie down if you want," he says as he pats a pillow next to him.

He makes it sound like I have a choice, but something tells me I really don't. I've been sitting upright since he entered the room. If I decide not to lie down next to him then I'm sure he would become more persistent.

I slowly scoot over to his right side. As I go to lay back I notice that his right arm is extended out over my pillow. I blush but I don't hesitate to lie back against his arm.

When I was younger Victor would sometimes put his arm around me like this while we sat on the couch watching TV. I try to convince myself that this is no different. However, I know it is very different. I'm much older now and the relationship between Victor and I has drastically changed since then 3; especially after yesterday.

Victor positions his right arm so that it is partially behind my back. We watch for a minute and then I feel him pulling me closer with his strong arm. He also presses up on my right side. I get the hint and turn onto my left side facing him.

He doesn't stop nudging me until the side of my head is resting on his chest and the rest of my body is tight against his right side. I stare down his body at the TV. I have to admit that this does feel yummy 3; I mean comfortable. I feel so warm and secure up against him. It's even better than a hug.

Yet, I know there is probably a price for this comfort. There always seems to be in this place. I've also noticed that the price is often significantly higher than what you get in return.

As I look down his body toward the TV, I can't help but notice his dick hardening under his pants.

'Please no, Victor,' I want to beg. 'Don't make me do anything naughty with you.'

"Do you like your training so far?" Victor asks after a few minutes.

That's a trick question if I've ever heard one. Seriously, how the fuck am I supposed to answer that? If I say yes then I look like a sissy faggot in front of someone I've known my whole life. If I say no then I take a huge step backward in my goal of getting out of here. That said, I know what answer he is looking for.

"It's okay," I whisper and then blush.

"I told your father that you would like it but he didn't believe me," Victor says.

I blush further. I'm certain that Victor knows I don't really like my training. I mean, who the fuck would? However, I would bet money that he plans to tell my father the opposite.

Or does Victor really think I enjoy this? No, he couldn't 3; could he? Surely he knows me better than that. Yet, I guess I could see how someone might get a different impression. It's not like I've resisted that much. Hell, I've only had to get spanked once. And even that spanking was with Danielle. Victor, the Dean and the rest might not even know about that spanking. God! Maybe he does think I like this!

It takes all my willpower not to break down and tell him how much I really hate it here. I'm upset with him right now but he is someone that I've looked up to for many years. I hate the idea that he might think I'm some kind of sissy that likes to do nasty gay shit. I also cringe at the thought of him relaying this observation to my father 3; or worse, my mother and sisters.

God, you have no idea how badly I want to tell him the truth. However, the risk is too high. He could be trying to bait me into admitting how much I hate it here. Just so he can report me to the Dean.

"She really knows how to suck a dick," Victor says.

It takes me a second to realize what he is talking about. I somehow got transfixed on Victor's bulge and had all but forgotten the girl on the screen. I focus on the TV and see the girl is vigorously working on the teacher's dick. She could only get half of it in her mouth but she uses her hands to work on the rest of it.

As I watch I feel that familiar frustration. The medicine has long since worn off and my dick is demanding to get hard again. But of course it is forced to stay soft because of the cage.

"That really gets me hard," Victor continues as he reaches down with his left hand and rubs the bulge in his pants.

I blush and swallow hard as I watch Victor massage himself. As janitor here I saw lots of instructors having sex with the kids. I've even seen my dad have sex with several kids, to include my sisters. However, I've never seen Victor do anything sexual. Not in person anyway. Not unless you count the other day when he peed in my mouth. There was the video of him making my sister suck him. However, that isn't really the same.

Seeing him act in a sexual manner in person is a ton different. Especially considering how close he is holding me to him right now. It's extremely embarrassing.

Please, no, I think as I watch Victor unzip his pants.

Victor reaches in and fishes his dick out. His dick stands up high and proud. It's about 8 inches [20 cm] long and almost 2 inches [5 cm] thick. It's very impressive. It is no wonder that my sister, Amber, had such a hard time with it her first time.

I try my best to ignore it and watch the TV instead. However, my eyes keep jumping back to Victor's dick. You would keep looking at it also. Especially if you knew he might make you do something naughty with it.

I nibble on my lower lip as I watch Victor's fingers slide up and down his brown shaft. I can't help but wonder if a Mexican's dick tastes different than other races. I bet it tastes manly and 3; wait! Damn this cock cage! I can't believe I was thinking of Victor's dick in that way!

I don't want to think of Victor this way. Instead, I want to remember him as my honorary Uncle. Yet, I know those fond memories are just that 3; memories. We will never be able to go back to those innocent times. Not after this past week; especially not after yesterday.

His voice, race, height, etc, are all exactly the same 3; yet, I somehow see them vastly different now. Even his smell takes on a whole new meaning. His cologne and body odor seemed so normal just a week ago. Now that same smell seems so manly and powerful. It is almost like he is dripping with testosterone. It is a huge contrast to someone like Danielle who smells sweet and clearly dripping with estrogen.

I haven't thought about it much but I kind of smell like Danielle now also. I guess it is only natural that someone manly like Victor would see me in a sexual way 3; even if it is still wrong.

While his left hand is massaging his dick, his right hand is caressing me. He isn't too aggressive at first. He just kind of hugs me in tighter against him. However, I'm getting confused as I snuggle up against him. It's embarrassing and even a little disgusting. Yet, it also feels kind of 3; well, right. Like I need this, but I don't know why.

Even the smell of his underarms through his shirt seems to make my head swim. This is really confusing me. The slight odor is disgusting by anyone's standards, but I just can't seem to get enough of it. I would say the smell is arousing if I could actually get aroused with this cock cage on.

Trust me I know how gay that sounds. I really don't think that is it though. It's just that it makes him smell ultra masculine. That is a smell that I fear I am quickly loosing thanks to the estrogen and everything else they are doing to me. Not that I ever smelled as masculine as Victor does right now. Being near him though allows me to share in that smell. It's comforting somehow 3; if that makes any sense.

Comforting or not, I still try to back away when Victor leans in for a kiss. It is the last thing I expect from him and he gets his lips almost to mine before I realize what he is trying to do. He has a hand full of my hair and easily manhandles me. He tilts my head back for a better target and then plants his lips on mine.

"No!" I try to yell but it only comes out a muffled moan against his lips.

I can't believe Uncle Victor is kissing me! Hell, I can't even believe he is kissing a boy, let alone me! It's just so 3; wrong! Victor isn't gay, is he? Maybe he just got caught up in the TV footage. I do look pretty done up like this. He'll realize what he is doing and stop any second now.

Any second now 3;

Any second 3;

God! He's pushing his tongue into my mouth now! I try to push his tongue out with my own but I'm no match. His is too big and way too strong.

At first I try to tell myself that I've already kissed a male before. Danielle and I kissed just a few days ago. However, this kiss is completely different. Danielle's kisses were sometimes demanding, yet delicate at the same time. Victor's kiss is aggressive and passionate. His tongue is also much bigger. It feels almost like he is raping my mouth 3; which I guess he is in a way.

"Mmm," I moan in pleasure.

Oh, God! Where did that come from?! One second I'm thinking how disgusting this is and the next thing I know I find myself welcoming the kiss. It only lasted a second before the disgust overrode it again, but I can't deny that it happened.

I blush deep in humiliation. I can only imagine what Victor is thinking.

"Mmm," I moan again before I can catch myself.

What is happening to me?! This is disgusting. How can I be finding even a shred of pleasure in it? Yet, I feel tingles all over as Victor's kiss persists. Even his manly spit drooling into my mouth seems to cause tingles. It's disgusting enough to make me want to throw up but the tingles still come.

"Mmm," I moan yet again as I start to participate in the kiss.

Not only does Victor not have to hold my hair anymore but I'm actually pulling myself into him. I don't even pull away when his tongue goes deep into the back of my mouth.

The kiss feels so horrible yet so good. I can only guess that my body needs the affection after what it has been through in the past few days. My potty training has been worse than anything I could have ever imagined. And trust me, as a 13-year-old boy working in this school, I imagined some pretty nasty shit I planned to do with some of these girls.

In some ways, I guess the stuff I imagined was technically worse. However, I planned to only do it to them for an hour or two. The potty training lasted for days. In fact, I'm still not sure it is actually over yet.

What am I doing!? the voice in my head suddenly yells.

I can't believe I got so caught up in the kiss. I quickly pull back several inches. Despite my disgust, I actually think about going right back in for more.

Victor doesn't seem to mind. He just moves his lips to my cheek and then my neck, just above my shock collar. He then works his way to my left ear and starts nibbling on it. God, that feels so yummy! I mean 3; that's so disgusting!

I know that what Victor is doing to me is so ultra gay. When I think about what he is doing it makes me sick. However, when I just focus on the feeling of his lips I get such a rush of tingles.

The tingles feel like they are building up to something wonderful. However, I already know it won't lead to anything. With this cock cage on me, in the end it will just be one vicious circle of frustration. Yet, my body screams at me to take the journey anyway.

My body tells my brain to send the command to turn my head so I can taste Victor's lips and spit again. I need to taste it just a little more 3; just one more time.

No! I can't let myself give in to this! It's not right! Not with Victor! Not with any man!

I find the strength to stave back my body's desire to participate. However, I can't bring myself to struggle against Victor's advances. Not that I would have much luck doing so anyway. Victor is way too big and manly. I could make it hard for him but in the end he could easily hold me down and do anything he wanted with me. The thought sends a shiver of fear, yet a perverse kind of excitement down my spine.

"Please, Uncle Victor," I whisper as he leans away and then nudges my head down towards his cock.

"There's no need to beg sugar," Victor whispers back. "Uncle Victor is going to give you exactly what you want."

I don't want to have anything to do with his cock and he knows it. I blush though knowing how he will probably relay my begging to my father. I have more pressing concerns to worry about though. Like what exactly does Victor want from me? I don't have to wait long for the answer to my question.

"Put the tip in your mouth and jack me off," he orders. "If you know what is good for you then you won't get a drop on my trousers."

The tone that Victor uses is unlike any I've heard him use before. His voice is still calm but the manner in which he said it makes it clear this is not an idle threat. I will do as he says and do it well or the consequences will be significantly worse than the act itself.

What could possibly be worse than sucking Victor's dick? That is not something I wish to contemplate. Nor is it a threat I wish to test. If the last few days have taught me anything, it is that there are worse things they can think of and that they are more than willing to see them through.

"Good girl," Victor says as I slide down towards his cock.

My fingers tremble as I reach out and grasp his dick. It is hot and hard, yet soft and spongy at the same time. I've touched my own dick countless times, yet had never really noticed how it felt to my fingers. I was always more focused on the feelings coming from my dick.

I hear Victor moan as I slowly slide my fingers up and down his shaft. He moans even louder when my lips finally touch the tip.

The tip of his dick is covered in dick slobber and my mouth is instantly filled with his flavor. There isn't much taste to it but it still somehow seems manly. It's not just the flavor but the knowledge of where and whom the substance is coming from.

I want to spit the precum out but I don't dare. I get the feeling that my punishment for doing so would be much worse than just a spanking. I don't think I could handle a punishment right now. Not after everything I've been through in the last few days.

I dread the thought of them putting my gag and piss tube back in. Or worse, they might actually inject my ass with water and then hook the tube up to my ass plug like Casey threatened. The thought of drinking my enema is enough to almost make me throw up.

This last thought brings an even worse one. I remember seeing a plug that had a 1½ inch [4 cm] hole going through it. I also remember a gag in a different cabinet with a similar hole. All it would take is a long hose to connect the two and I would be doing more than just drinking enema water. God, I hope that is not the purpose of those two items. I don't remember seeing any hose that would work for that purpose. However, that doesn't mean one couldn't be acquired.

STOP! I can't let my imagination run away like that. They would never do such a thing. I tell myself this but I'm far from convinced. The only acceptable course of action is to obey so I won't have to find out exactly how horrible things could become.

"Suck on the tip," Victor commands.

My lips are already on it so sucking on the tip won't be any worse. How wrong I am. As I apply suction a short stream of precum shoots into my mouth. It coats my tongue and I get an even better taste of Victor. It's still not a strong flavor, but it does dominate my taste buds.

I remove my lips from his dick for a few seconds as further analyze the flavor. It really isn't that bad but I'm still disgusted with it. I close my mouth and eyes tight as I force myself to swallow the gunk. I need to cum so bad that even this disgusting act somehow sends a perverse thrill down my body.

I put my lips back on his dick and get another short burst of precum as I suck again. This time I swallow without removing my lips.

I expect Victor to force my mouth down on his dick but he doesn't. He just lays back and lets me masturbate him. I see this as an act of mercy on his part. We both know that I will suck him deeper if he orders me too. I reward his kindness by working his dick vigorously with my right hand. I cringe in disgust as I move my left hand down to play with his balls as well.

"Good girl!" Victor praises when my fingers start toying with his nuts. "I knew you would be good at this."

I can feel my face turn red in embarrassment. I shouldn't have played with his balls without being ordered to do so first. Now he probably thinks I'm actually enjoying this sick shit.

I want to bite his dick or something to show him how much I hate this. I'm too scared though of what might happen. So, I just keep trying my best to please him.

As I work on his dick, I see his legs spread wider. He then sits up and starts nudging me again. It takes me only a second to realize he wants me kneeling between his spread legs. I crawl into place and then lean down.

"You should always look your man in the eye when you suck his dick," Victor tells me.

I freeze for an instant when I hear this. I don't want to look Victor in the eye. Not while I have his dick in my mouth. I just can't! Yet, I fear what will happen if I don't. It takes a moment but my fear finally overrides my embarrassment. I angle my head slightly and look up.

Oh God! Looking Victor in the eye while I do this is ten times worse than I thought it would be. At least before I could pretend it wasn't Victor's dick I was sucking. In fact, after it was over we could have both pretended it never happened at all. That is impossible now. From this day forward I will never be able to look at Victor without thinking of the feel and taste of his dick.

It takes a lot of my will power to continue pleasuring Victor. It takes even more to keep from crying. Unfortunately, I'm so focused on these two things that I let my guard down in others.

One key area I forget to keep tabs on is my desire. Or, maybe passion is a better word. Whatever it is, I know it is a result of my cock cage. So focused on other things, I don't even notice it sneak up on me. One moment I'm looking up at Victor in humiliation and the next I'm kind of swimming in his brown dreamy eyes.

Yeah, I said 'dreamy'. Believe me, I know how gay that sounds. However, that is the best I can describe the sensations I'm feeling. It is like I'm sexually aroused but on an emotional level more than a physical one. Of course, with this cock cage in place my body has no other option available.

Eventually, I realize what is happening and drag myself back to reality. A part of me actually struggles to continue swimming in Victor's brown pools. It is so much better in those pools. There is only minor humiliation or disgust there. It is far from being enjoyable, but it is much better than I've felt in the past week.

The only problem is that it comes with a price. That price is 'acceptance'. I just can't allow myself to pay such a price. I understand the concepts behind brainwashing and stuff. I know that eventually they will wear me down to the point that this seems an acceptable price. However, that day isn't today.

I continue to follow my orders but I force myself to face the humiliation of it. That humiliation is great also. Especially when the look in Victor's eyes become more determined. I can just tell he is nearing his climax.

You have no idea how hard it is to keep from pulling away. I've gone this far though and it would be all for nothing if I gave up now. As I look in his eyes I can tell he is reaching his peak. The cum will be shooting into my mouth any second now. Any second. Any second. God, here it comes!

Sure enough, I read his eyes perfectly. First I feel his dick expand. My thumb is against the soft underside of his dick and I feel something pulse up the stem. At the same moment a large hot gush of cum fires into my mouth.

Victor's cum tastes strong and manly, just like I knew it would. The first shot coats the entire cavern of my mouth with goo. I already know my brain is burning the taste into my memory. I will no doubt be imagining his taste long after my mouth is fully cleaned.

"Good girl!" Victor moans as he continues to climax. "Show daddy how much you like that cum!"

I start to process what he just said but I'm interrupted by another jet of cum in my mouth. This, along with the head of his dick, put my mouth at full capacity. I know what has to be done so I do it. I continue to stare into Victor's eyes as I force myself to swallow.

The cum is hot and viscous and it leaves a trail of slime all the way down my throat. It's extremely disgusting but I don't have time to worry about it. I'm more worried about all the cum that is still shooting into my mouth. It becomes a battle to see if I can swallow faster than Victor feeds me. The battle only lasts about 30 seconds but it seems an eternity. In the end, I win the battle. Well, I swallow it all without spilling any 3; if you want to call that a victory.

After the climax is over I expect Victor to push me away in disgust. That is what I wanted to do over the weekend when Danielle had sucked me off. However, Victor just lets me continue.

While his climax is over, I still get a slow ooze of juice from his dick. I'm guessing this is what always stains my underwear after I masturbate. My mouth is still thickly coated with his cum and it is hard to judge the flavor of this ooze. I can only guess it is a mixture of cum and what would normally be precum.

I don't want to think about the flavor; however it distracts me from the look in Victor's eyes. It's a different look than before. It is one that I can't easily determine 3; one that I don't want to decipher. Maybe he is ashamed of me now. Maybe he is thinking about what he will tell my father. Or, maybe he is just thinking about his taxes. I don't know and I don't want to know. I just can't handle any more embarrassment today.

"Don't spill a drop," he reminds me.

Um, it's a bit fucking late to be reminding me now. I know he could tell I swallowed his load. Why bother telling 3;

Oh, God! the voice in my head screams as a stream of hot piss shoots into my mouth.

My throat somehow starts swallowing before I even send the command. It is just pure instinct now whenever I taste the foul substance.

I chug the piss as fast as it comes. And it is coming very fast. It is like Victor is trying to get me to spill some of it on his pants. My hand is still on his dick and it is tempting to squeeze it in order to slow the flow down. However, I can tell this is some kind of test. I've come too far to fail now. So, I focus just on swallowing.

It takes almost 40 seconds for his stream to stop. I'm amazed at how much there is. He must have a well-trained dick. I'm certain I wouldn't have been able to cum if I had to piss that bad.

I give him my best look of defiance/victory as the last of his piss goes down my throat. I win! You lose! I even remember to suck on the tip and use my fingers to squeegee the last few drops out of him.

The odd thing is that he is giving me the same exact look of victory. For a second I get scared that I might have spilled some. However, I know I didn't. So, why the look? I can only guess that this was a test and he was rooting for me to pass it. That he didn't want to see me suffer more. I know there are much worse explanations for his expression. However, I like this one best. It makes me feel good to think he might have sympathy for me.

"Good girl," Victor praises as he finally pulls away from me. "Next week we will try deep throat. You might want to practice with dildos or something over the weekend."

So much for the sympathy. I guess he is at least giving me a heads up.

I just kneel there and blush as I watch him put his cock away and zip up. He then gives me a kiss on the forehead and leaves the room.

I sit there staring blankly at the door for over a minute before I snap out of it. I probably would have spaced out like that much longer but I could feel his piss and cum churning around in my belly. It's disgusting but nothing I haven't experienced before. I easily keep my stomach under control.

I turn my attention to the TV and see that it is time to switch to my next class. I guess I didn't notice the bell ring again.

As I watch the next class I wonder if he is serious about me deep throating him next week. He sounded serious. However, he's not my trainer. Or at least I hope they didn't make him my trainer.

I then remember the video of him teaching my sister, Amber, how to suck cock. I'm pretty positive that my sister never had Victor as a teacher until she was about 11 years old. That means he probably requested the right to teach her the 'art'. I wonder if he taught my other sisters as well.

I also wonder if he actually asked for the right to do this or if my father requested him by name. It did make sense that my father would want someone he trusted to give his daughters their first taste of cock. Is it possible my father requested Victor for me also?

If that is true then I'm not sure how I should feel about it. I guess it depends on my father's motives. It is a good thing if he is doing it because he cares. However, it is possible he only requested Victor so the two of them could joke and talk shit about it with each other.

Chapter 15

The rest of Thursday goes pretty smooth. Well, smooth compared to my time with Victor. Two other instructors visit me. Both barge into my room mid class. Both also make me drink their piss while they lay in the bed.

One of them brings me a pair of fresh pink panties. I'm thankful for the replacement pair but the guy makes me put them on and model them for him. It's very embarrassing.

Luckily, neither he nor the other guy asks me to jack them off.

I'm also lucky that they spaced the men apart by several hours. This gives my body time to process most of the piss through my system. Though, I would have preferred some of the medicine from yesterday that made me throw up.

Technically, the medicine is worse since it makes me taste the piss twice. Once going down and once coming up. However, at least the piss was out of my body after that.

Without the medicine I have to sit here and think about the fact that their piss is being absorbed by my body. I'm certain most of it goes right to my bladder. However, some surely gets used elsewhere. I know it is just my imagination but I swear I can feel remnants of their piss working its way throughout my body. It is so disgusting that I feel almost like I have ants crawling all over me.

The only good news of the day is that it barely stings anymore when I pee. Of course, peeing is still a humiliating act. Ever since they put this cage on me I haven't been able to pee standing up unless I'm in the shower.

It feels so silly and embarrassing to sit on the toilet just to pee. I never seem to get it all out either in the sitting position. I will think I'm done but when I stand I kind of feel like I need to pee still. Sit back down and I can't get any to come out. The feeling isn't that noticeable but it is still there in the back of my head constantly. I can't help but wonder if girls feel this way all the time.

For some reason my nightmares are worse this night. I can only guess that it is because I wasn't as mentally and physically exhausted when I went to bed. Not compared to the prior nights.

These nightmares have similar subjects as the prior nights, but they are significantly more vivid. The dreams seem so real that each time I wake it takes me over a minute to convince myself it is only a dream.

I wake at 5 a.m. to the sound of the clock radio alarm. If I was at home I would lay here and listen to the radio for at least ten minutes. However, this building is all brick and concrete and the static that comes from the radio is far from pleasing.

As I go about my morning routine of getting ready I start to wonder if I even have official trainers anymore. I've only seen Drew and Casey briefly in the past couple days. I wouldn't exactly say I miss them. However, I do miss being around people. My visits yesterday really didn't count. Those were just people using me as a toilet.

I frown when I find only dog food in the cabinet again. It has been 24 hours since my last real meal and I'm too hungry to pass on breakfast. I reluctantly fill my bowls and carry them to my mat. I think about filling them only half way but I'm sure I'm being watched. They never said I had to fill the bowls all the way but I'm sure I would still get into trouble.

The day turns out to be almost an exact duplicate of the day before. First the Dean visits and then three men later in the day. Thankfully, Victor was not one of the three men. Nor did any of them make me masturbate them.

Believe it or not, this day scared me a great deal. Was this how my routine was going to be from now on? No contact with anyone unless they plan to use me for a toilet? By the end of the day I almost wished someone would come to my room and make me jack them off. Emphasis on 'almost'. It wouldn't exactly be social interaction but at least they would be treating me like a person and not just a toilet.

The nightmares this night were just as vivid. What really scares me about them though isn't the vulgar shit taking place in them but the fact that my dream self is enjoying the activities.

Each time I wake up I chastise my dream self for enjoying such disgusting things 3; especially when it is a dream of me sucking on Victor's dick. Once I even suck my dad's dick. I cry for ten minutes after I wake from that dream. I just can't believe my dream self could enjoy something so horrible.

The only upside to the dreams is that I normally don't have my cock cage on in the dream. Sometimes I even climax in the dream. Though, it doesn't quite feel the same as a real cum. It is kind of like I reach climax but don't quite go over the top. Each time I wake up and immediately reach for my cock so I can finish the journey. Of course, each time all I find is cold steel. Damn this cock cage!

I wake Saturday, not even realizing its Saturday. I've been keeping constant track of the exact hour, but somehow I forgot what day it is. I guess it is because this week seemed to last so long. It was such a horrible week that it really felt like a month had passed.

I go through my morning bathroom routine. When I leave the bathroom I get a big surprise.

"Danielle!" I yell with glee.

Danielle is waiting for me near the makeup area and I run to her. After I close the distance I give her a big hug. She is wearing a yellow sundress and I can feel the curves of her body through the thin material. Danielle looks pretty in the dress but it isn't what I would have chosen. It's the middle of December after all. I would have gone with something a bit warmer. Granted, I doubt Danielle gets to go outside much.

Danielle is pleased to see me also and gives me a kiss. I eagerly return the kiss. The kiss goes from friendly to passionate. It lasts for almost a minute before we part. I then blush when I remember she is really a he.

Boy or not, the intimacy does feel good. I'm not saying I want to kiss guys now. You just have to keep in mind that I'm pretty positive that Danielle really likes me. Probably even loves me. Even if I don't love her back doesn't mean it doesn't still feel good to know she feels that way toward me. Wait, not her 3; I mean him. You know what I mean.

"I missed you so much!" I say as we finally part.

I almost start to tell him about how horrible my week was. However, I realize he will probably want details. That of course is assuming he doesn't already know the details. It's not like he couldn't have snuck into the observation room during the week. God, I hope he didn't do that. The odds are slim though. I would bet that going into someone else's observation room without permission is a punishable offense. I would hope no one would dare give him such permission.

I can't hold everything back though.

"They 3; they put my penis in a cage," I whisper to him.

I position myself so that Danielle is between me and the camera. I then raise the front of my skirt and pull my panties down a little so he can see. Danielle gives a small laugh before he can catch himself. It angers me a little but I really can't blame him. I probably would have found it a little funny also if it wasn't me wearing the thing.

I think Danielle realizes how concerned I am about it, because he reaches in and gives me another hug.

"Don't worry, they make all of us wear one from time to time. They won't make you wear it forever," he assures me. "Or at least I've never heard of anyone having to wear one permanently."

Danielle sounds at least 99 percent sure this is only temporary. This is very good news.

"How long will they make me wear it?" I ask.

After I say this I realize I should have really asked how long they made Danielle wear his. It's basically the same question but I would have sounded a little less self-centered. Danielle is my friend after all. If he had to wear one of these then I should show at least a little concern for how much he had to suffer with it.

"They normally make us wear them for a week or two here and there," he informs me. "This is your first time. They might leave you in it much longer. A month is the longest I've ever heard of."

A MONTH! I will die if I have to wear this for another three weeks. My balls already feel like they are going to explode. They hurt even when I walk now.

"You get used to it," Danielle assures me.

I know he is just trying to comfort me but it isn't helping. There is no way I could ever get used to this damn thing. Even if my nuts stopped hurting there is still the constant aggravation of not being able to climax. I had my first climax only a year ago, but I've had two or more a day since then. Going without them for just a day feels horrible.

There are more questions I want to ask about the cage but I let the subject drop 3; for now. Instead, we start chatting about this and that while we do my makeup. It feels so good to be chatting with someone again. I get so emotional about it that several times I get the urge to give Danielle another big hug. I hold myself back though. I wouldn't want to give Danielle the wrong impression.

We have a lot more to talk about today. This is thanks to the fact that I'm technically taking classes now. Half of it is just gossip type stuff. Like who got into trouble and what their punishment was. Also, who seems nice and who doesn't.

Danielle even gets me into a discussion on which teachers have the best looking cock. I felt odd in the discussion but I would be lying if I said I hadn't already judged them all. Of course, I judged them for different reasons than Danielle did.

Danielle has firsthand knowledge of how the cocks feel in his throat or asshole. Therefore it is this that he focuses on most. Me, I judge them more on how good of a fit they seemed to be with the girls in my classes. If the cock was too big then the girls seldom could get it all the way in their throat or other holes. This made for a boring display normally. The smallest cocks were still almost 8 inches [20 cm] long and they looked hot going down little girls' throats. However, the best ones were in between. These fit into the girls but just barely. It was hot watching the girls struggle with them.

I explain all of this to Danielle. Toward the end though I realize that one day it could me struggling with those dicks. I quickly change the subject.

There are a few embarrassing moments but overall I enjoy our chat. However, the whole time the key thing on my mind is how I can talk Danielle into helping me escape. This week was horrible and next week is probably going to be just as bad; especially if Victor is really going to start teaching me how to deep throat.

Had you asked me a week ago I'm positive I would have preferred to suck a dick rather than drink someone's pee. However, drinking pee doesn't seem that bad now. Well, it's still horrible, but it doesn't seem as bad as other things 3; if that makes any sense.

You would think I would feel the same way about sucking dick. After all, I've eaten a lot of cum in the past week. I've also put my lips on a few dicks. So, actually sucking a cock off shouldn't be that different. But it is very different.

Eating cum is just that. It's swallowing a foul substance. Not much different than drinking pee I guess. Putting my lips on Victor's dick and jacking him off was a little more 'intimate'. However, sucking someone off is actually making love 3; in a gay kind of way anyway. Once I do that then I will truly be homosexual. I'm not sure I can deal with having that title. I would be the disgrace of my family. My friends would disown me as well.

The problem I have though is that if I ask Danielle for help he will probably report me. I know he is a friend but he probably would honestly think he is doing me a favor by reporting me. I can already tell he feels honored to be part of this school. He also feels it is natural to dress up like a girl.

"You know what we should do?" I whisper as I come up with an idea.

"What?" Danielle whispers back.

"We should move the Dean's desk and stuff into the courtyard," I say with my best giggle.

This is a tradition in the school. I only know about it because some kids did it about a week after I started working here. I didn't find it all that fucking funny at the time though since I had to help put all the shit back. It made for a good way to ask Danielle for help escaping though without actually asking.

In order to pull it off Danielle would have to get me out of this collar. He would also have to get us into the Dean's office which I knew has a good size window leading outside. It is on the 2nd floor but I could handle the drop. All of the guards would be running to the 2nd floor also when the alarm went off. This would give me an extra head start.

Danielle smiles when I suggest this. This is the ultimate prank at the school. Only a few kids have the balls to attempt it and only one group normally gets away with it each year. Those kids often became heroes to all the rest. Yeah, this definitely appeals to Danielle. Actually being inside the school already after normal hours gives us an advantage.

I can see the wheels spinning in his head. However, after a moment his smile suddenly disappears.

"We can't," he pouts. "Someone did it just a few weeks ago. If we do it again so soon then the Dean won't be such a sport about it. He will probably punish everyone in the school. I don't want to be responsible for that. Besides, your collar will shock you if you leave this area. Maybe we can try in a couple months."

I've been thinking about ways to protect my neck from the collar. Maybe put some plastic between my neck and the collar or something. However, I was hoping Danielle knew how to just remove it. After all, I have no idea if my ideas would work. Plus, even if they did I would stick out like a sore thumb. You have to keep in mind that I have to escape from this whole damn state, not just the school. The last thing I would want to do is draw attention to myself.

"Yeah, you are probably right," I yield.

"Would you like to make another trade?" Danielle whispers when it comes time for my breakfast.

I blush. He is talking about the trade we made last week where I provided sexual favors in exchange for real food. It sounded like a good deal last week but not today. I still can't stand the taste of the dog food but I remember the sexual stuff last week being much worse than I expected.

"I think I will stick with the dog food this week," I reply.

Danielle frowns and I feel like such an ass. I can't believe I just told Danielle I would rather eat dog food than be intimate with him. It's true but I could have worded it much better.

"I don't want to get you into trouble," I quickly add. "I think the Dean found out about last week. He might get upset if we do it again."

"He won't mind," Danielle counters. "It is okay as long as we write it off as training 3; unless you just don't want to do anything with me."

Danielle gives an exaggerated pout as he says this. I feel bad but not enough to give in.

"It's not that," I assure him. "I just know the Dean didn't look happy about it."

"That's a shame," Danielle finally gives in. "I was going to teach you how to cum while wearing a cage."

This grabs my attention.

"That's not possible," I say. "Is it?"

"Well, yes and no," he replies. "It doesn't feel the same as a normal climax but you can still get the cum to come out. It will make you feel much better 3; especially your balls."

Danielle sounds sincere but I'm still rather skeptical. That said, even if there is a small chance he is telling the truth then it is worth the gamble.

"What kind of food do you have this week?" I ask, trying to play up the food aspect.

Danielle giggles. I can tell he knows I've already made up my mind again. He also knows my decision has nothing to do with the food.

"Well, let's see," he says.

To my surprise, he doesn't go to the guest room. Instead, he skips over to my refrigerator. I quickly follow. Sure enough, when he opens the door there is a variety of human food inside.

"This is all yours to eat whenever you want," he informed me with a giggle. "They told me they were putting it here yesterday."

REAL FOOD! I can't believe I have real food! Not only that but I can eat it whenever I want. Casey came through after all. You have no idea how happy I am right now.

Then I realize I just got played by Danielle. I give him an angry look.

"You don't have to stick to the deal," he laughs. "I was just playing with you. I really can teach you how to cum with the cage though."

"Can you teach me how to do that anyway?" I ask after a moment.

"Of course, silly!" he replies.

It is unclear whether he still expects to be given sexual favors in exchange. Of course, the very nature of what he plans to teach me is clearly sexual. I cringe at the thought of doing something sexual with Danielle again but it is well worth the price if he can really show me how to relieve some of the pressure.

It is tempting to skip breakfast and go straight to the training. However, I'm very hungry. I'm also worried they might change their mind and come in and take all the food away. It is better to eat it while I can.

I decide on a ham sandwich. There is no salt and pepper. Not even mayonnaise or ketchup. Still, it tastes so good.

As I eat I verify what Danielle said earlier about the food. She confirms that I can eat the food whenever I like. Not just the mornings. The only catch is that the fridge will only be restocked once a week. I estimate there is only maybe four days' worth of food 3; if I eat normally anyway. However, I know I can easily stretch it out to a week. I frown a little though as Danielle makes a sandwich as well. The food will run out significantly faster if both of us have to share it on the weekends. I don't say anything though. I'm sure he will share some of his food also.

After we finish eating we head to the guest room. There I find yet another big surprise.

"I thought you might want these," Danielle says as she motions toward a shelf.

Books! My class books to be specific. I know it sounds silly, but getting the books almost makes me jump for joy. I would now be able to better understand some of the topics being taught in the classes. I could also do the reading assignments. Yeah, sitting in this room gets pretty boring at times. Plus, I just know that reading the books will provide a nice temporary escape from all the nasty sex shit I'm being subjected too.

I know I'm over reacting to the gift but I just can't help it. After the week I've had I think my reaction is understandable. I feel almost as joyful as when I saw Danielle in my room earlier. Before I know it I'm hugging Danielle again. Of course, Danielle misinterprets the hug and gives me a kiss. The kiss is long and wet. I want to pull away in disgust but I also don't want to hurt Danielle's feelings. Plus, despite the disgust, the closeness does feel a little yummy 3; in a non-gay kind of way of course.

We break the kiss after a minute. Danielle licks his lips and gives me his best seductive stare. I blush and turn away. I'm embarrassed and ashamed for enjoying the kiss so much.

"Have you selected a mentor yet?" Danielle asks as I pull one of the books off the shelf and start to glance through it.

"A what?" I reply as I look back to Danielle in confusion.

"Every student gets a mentor," Danielle explains. "It's like an instructor. Only they provide specialized training and guidance throughout your time at the school. Most of it is done after normal school hours 3; usually on the weekends."

This confuses me. I have three sisters enrolled in the school and I've never heard anything about mentors. However, now that I think about it my sisters normally are away from the house a lot on the weekends. I always just assumed they were over at friends' houses. Is it possible they were spending time with their mentors?

"What kind of training?" I ask as I lay the book down and take a seat on the edge of the bed.

"All kinds of stuff," Danielle says. "It all depends on what you are having trouble with. Female students share a mentor with up to 20 or 30 other girls. So, they normally don't get a ton of one on one time with their mentor. Usually they are trained six at a time. We are lucky though. We only have to share our mentors with maybe five to ten other students; usually just other boys and the girls that know about the boys. That means we get a lot more time with our mentors 3; almost every weekend."

Yeah, lucky 3; not! Not only do they expect us to work our ass off at school each day but they plan to monopolize our weekends as well? That's bullshit! Well, I mean if I was going to stick around that would be bullshit.

"Who 3; who do you think my mentor will be?" I ask, not too sure I really want to know.

"Well, you get to choose," Danielle informs me. "However, they will only give you a few people to choose from."

Danielle then leans in toward me.

"I think I know who three of them might be," he whispers. "The Dean will definitely be one of them. Your dad will almost certainly be another. Victor Gomez is a mentor for two of your sisters so rumor has it that he will be on the list also."

I swallow hard. That is hardly a dream list. I don't want any of these as my mentor. Not if I'm going to have to do 3; um, stuff with them a lot. The sad thing is that my father would probably be the best choice. He is less likely to make me do nasty gay shit. However, what if I'm wrong? I would just die of embarrassment to have to do anything with him. Victor falls into that same category. However, the Dean is completely out of the question. He doesn't seem to like me. Plus, his dick is the biggest I've ever seen. I would hate having to please that huge thing on a regular basis.

"I think the doctor will be on the list also," I say when I remember something. "He said something a few days ago about hoping I pick him for something."

"Oh, I forgot him," Danielle said. "He's on everyone's list. No one ever picks him though."

"Why not?" I ask.

"Well, its only gossip," Danielle whispers as he sits on the bed next to me. "You have to promise not to tell anyone I said anything."

I make a zipping signal across my lips 3; like I would have anyone to tell anyway.

"They say he can't get 3; you know 3; hard," Danielle whispers as she looks toward the door to make sure no one has snuck in. "The worst part though is that he enjoys causing pain to boys 3; lots of pain. I think he is jealous because we can get hard and he can't. It's just rumor though. I've never actually met anyone that had him as a mentor."

Thinking back to my visits with the doctor, I conclude that the rumors are probably correct. I never once saw the man get hard. And he definitely seemed to go out of his way to cause me pain.

As horrible of a choice the doctor might be, I'm not necessarily going to cross him off my list quite yet. The pain he has caused me is pretty horrible but at least with him I wouldn't have to worry about doing gay shit. Of course, I would be his only student which would mean significantly more one on one time.

It's a hard choice, but with luck I will be long gone by the time any decision I make is implemented. Or at least I pray that is the case.

"Who's your sponsor?" I ask.

Danielle blushes.

"You don't have to tell me," I quickly add.

I only asked out of curiosity. I didn't mean to cause him any embarrassment. And it certainly must be embarrassing if it is enough to make Danielle blush.

"It's okay," Danielle assures me. "It's just not something students normally talk about. We all know who each other's mentors are but it can be awkward and embarrassing to talk about. You do a lot of naughty things with your mentor both during and after school. Plus, I have extra reasons to be embarrassed."

Danielle mumbles this last sentence. However, it is this part that interests me the most. Why would he have extra reason to be embarrassed? Is it because he is a boy and not a girl? I doubt this. Danielle doesn't seem ashamed of being a sissy.

"Why would you be extra embarrassed?" I ask after a moment.

I know it is cruel of me to ask the question. Danielle clearly doesn't want to talk about it. However, it concerns me that there is something about this place that bothers even Danielle.

"He's 3; he's my daddy," Danielle whispers with a blush. "My real daddy."

This I was not expecting. It's common knowledge that a lot of teachers and other employees have children that are currently students or have graduated already from the school. However, percentage wise it is pretty low. What are the odds of Danielle and I both having parents that work at the school? A horrible thought suddenly occurs to me.

"It's the Dean, isn't it?" I say as I scoot a couple feet away from him.

Danielle nods but I already know I'm right. There are little facts here and there that point to this, but it is more of a feeling than anything else. It just somehow all fits together.

As I think about this I start to remember things from my childhood. Specifically, things about Christmas and other events that I saw the Dean at. I vaguely remember a little blonde girl that almost always attended as well. The girls almost always hung out with the other girls and the boys with the boys. So, I never got to know the girl's name. Nor did I really care that much about girls back then. I can't even really put a face to the girl, but I bet it was Danielle.

This little flashback is interesting, but there are bigger issues that come to mind. For example, it seems an awfully big coincidence that I end up in here on the weekends with Danielle. The Dean clearly arranged this.

God! It's even worse than that! I don't think the Dean was the only one in on all of this. I asked several people, including my sisters, about Danielle. Not a single one of them hinted that he/she was related to the Dean. That's a pretty fucking big nugget of information to just happen to leave out.

I blush when I realize my sisters might have played a role in framing me. I'm extremely pissed off at them but I'm even more embarrassed because this means they probably know what is happening to me right now.

It's so humiliating that I start to cry. I'm sure they don't know exactly what is happening to me but they probably have a good idea. I also cry because I know they betrayed me. I expect as much from Beth and Mary. However, I would have never expected this from Amber.

It is possible that Amber and everyone else in the school don't know Danielle is related to the Dean. However, I find that unlikely.

"I'm sorry," Danielle says when he sees me start to cry. "I didn't have any choice."

What? Why is he sorry? Did he play a role in the plot also? There is clearly something he thinks I've already figured out. I remain quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what it could possibly be. I can't though. Luckily, Danielle volunteers the information.

"Daddy made me seduce you," Danielle said as he looked down at the bed in shame. "I really like you though! I really do!"

Seduce me? When did he ever seduce me? I never even spoke to him until after the trap was already sprung.

I put my hand over my mouth in shock as it suddenly comes to me. There is more to seduction than just words. One of my classes earlier in the week taught me that.

I start remembering every time I saw Danielle in the class or hallways. The way he would walk, fiddle with his hair, look my direction and then shyly look away. Danielle seduced me! I fell for it hook and sinker also. I had a huge crush on Danielle and we never even spoke to each other. I can't believe how easily I had been manipulated.

My shock is quickly replaced with anger. Danielle is about my only remaining friend. Yet, I now find that even he was in on all of this. I never felt so betrayed.

I also never felt so alone. Everyone seems to have played a part in this.

"I didn't want them to do all of this to you," Danielle pleads. "Well, not really. I mean, I like that it allows me to be with you, but I hate that it is being done against your will."

I hear Danielle talking but I'm too upset to really listen. I'm also a little confused. If everyone is in on this then why bother with the whole charade? I'm too upset though to give it much thought right now. I just lie down on the bed and curl up in a ball.

Danielle continues to plead his case for a couple minutes but finally quiets down and lets me cry in silence.

Chapter 16

I cry for at least a half hour. I cry not just over this new information but for everything that has happened to me while locked up in this damn place. I feel so hopeless and alone. I also feel so stupid and weak 3; not just for falling into the trap but also for giving in so easily to all the things they have demanded of me.

"W 3;will you help me to escape?" I finally whisper between sobs.

Danielle lays on the bed and spoons behind me. However, his silence tells me the answer is 'no'. A part of me wants to push him away, but another part welcomes his embrace. It's exactly what I need right now even if I'm upset with him.

I'm not really that upset about him helping to trap me. Well, I was at first but now I realize the Dean didn't give him much choice. No, I'm more upset that he only copped up to it after he thought I already figured it out. It seriously makes me wonder how much I can trust him with stuff.

Of course, asking for his help to escape is going to put that trust to a test. I said it low enough that only Danielle could hear it. So, if the Dean or my trainers bring it up then I will know Danielle told them.

The way I see it though, I really have nothing to lose. My half hour cry pretty much gave away the fact that I'm not adapting as well as I have been trying to make them believe. At least this way I can find out for sure whether I can trust him.

When I finally run out of tears I turn over so that I'm facing Danielle. I'm not sure why. I guess I just want to read the expression on his face. When his face does come into view I'm surprised to see him crying as well. He isn't crying as hard as I just was but the tears are there.

We stare into each other's eyes. No words are spoken. His tears and the sadness in his eyes tell more than words ever could. He might love it here but I now know he truly understands why I don't. I can also tell that he would help me if he could.

There just isn't anything he can do. Not without causing serious problems for himself. I like to think I would be braver if I was in his shoes. However, I know I wouldn't be. He would be betraying everything he knows. Plus, there is no way in hell I would want to be in his shoes once the Dean found out. After all, the Dean is his father. The punishment would probably be unimaginable.

As I think about this I lean in and give him a quick kiss on the lips. I know it is wrong but it feels right. Not in a sexual way of course. Just a nonverbal way of saying I understand how much he cares for me. And that I appreciate him caring. Don't ask why I didn't just give him a hand shake or something. I guess I just know this gesture is something he will better understand.

To be honest, I didn't put a lot of thought into the kiss. I just knew the message I wanted to relay and the kiss is how I instinctively relayed it. One second I'm looking into his eyes and the next my lips are on his.

The kiss only lasts a second. However, when I back away his lips follow. A second later and we are kissing yet again. Only this time the kiss is much more passionate. I blush when I realize what I just started.

I slide backward on the bed in a weak attempt to escape the kiss. Danielle follows and somehow this maneuvers him on top of me. My blush deepens but I make no further move to escape.

A part of me even welcomes the kiss. It is hard to explain why. In a way, it is as though Danielle and I have something special that allows us to escape this place 3; if only for a moment.

I know Danielle probably loves me. However, the longer this kiss lasts the more confused I'm becoming in regards to how I feel about him. I know I like him as a friend, but friends don't kiss. Well, girls do sometimes but not like this.

Is it possible my feelings for Danielle go deeper than friendship? I tell myself that the answer is 'no'. Yet, I cannot deny the fact that if my cock cage was off right now I would probably do some nasty shit to him. Of course, if my cage was off then I would do nasty shit to about anyone or anything.

I write my feelings toward Danielle off as a side effect of the cock cage. The estrogen is probably playing a part also. These things have to be the cause because the alternative is too much for me to face right now.

I tell myself I should break away from the kiss while I still have the strength. However, I fear I might have already passed the point of no return. Our tongues dance and his warm body presses down against my own. It feels so yummy and I convince myself that a few more seconds won't hurt anything. However, those few seconds turn into a minute, then two, then three. Before I know it I'm totally lost in the embrace.

When Danielle does finally pull away I find myself following his lips as he did mine earlier.

"We should get undressed before we wrinkle our clothes further," Danielle says as he pulls himself away from my lips again.

I don't know what has come over me as I quickly undress. My eagerness is embarrassing, but Danielle makes it worse by just sitting there and watching me. He doesn't laugh though. Nor does he seem to be judging me. It is more like he is just admiring my nude body as it slowly comes into view.

"Fold them neatly," he tells me as I'm about to toss my clothes off the bed.

Now does not seem the time for neatness, but I know he is right. If I just toss them on the floor they will become very wrinkled. Not that they weren't already. I fold them up and put them on the night stand.

"You can take the plug out also," he informs me.

I grunt as the large plug pops out of my hole.

"Ah!" he says when I'm about to put my plug on the nightstand as well. "Clean it first. A good girl always licks her plug clean."

I blush at the command. He can't really expect me to lick my plug clean from now on? The stern look on his face tells me that he does. I don't want to obey but I also don't want to get Danielle mad at me 3; I'm too emotionally drained for that right now. I bring the plug to my lips and start licking it clean. I'm extremely clean inside from my enemas but there is still ass juice on it. Cleaning the plug is disgusting but I've done worse lately.

Cleaning the plug diminishes my 'desire' somewhat. However, I still comply when Danielle asks me to help undress him.

First, he turns so I can unzip the back of his sundress. He slinks out of it and then hands it to me. I quickly fold it neatly and then hand it back so he can put it on the other nightstand.

Next I undo his bra. I nibble on my lower lip as he turns and I get a good view of his breasts. I love small breasts and his are only a B-cup. I've seen his breasts before but for some reason they seem much more beautiful today.

I don't want to have breasts. However, as I stare at his a part of me is a little jealous that he has something that I don't. It is a strong contrast to the feelings I got last week when I saw his breasts. At that time I had felt sorry for him. Sorry that they had disfigured him like this. Now I feel happy for him since I know this is what he really wants.

Danielle gets up on his hands and knees and turns away from me. At first I think he is just putting the bra on the nightstand. However, he maintains the pose. A few seconds later he wiggles his rump back and forth and gives a small giggle.

I get the hint and kneel behind him so I can pull his panties down. Danielle's cock pops out as I pull the panties off. I blush when I see how hard he is. His cock is much smaller than mine when soft, but it is virtually the same size when hard 3; about 7 inches [18 cm] long and 1¾ inches [4½ cm] thick. It doesn't look the same though. His cock isn't circumcised like mine is.

His cock looks odd compared to what I'm used to seeing. Not ugly, just different I guess. Only the tip of the head is sticking out from the foreskin but I can see the outline of the rest of it underneath. Still, it almost makes me want to pull the skin back so I can see what the rest of it actually looks like. I'm not sure why I care 3; just curious I guess.

While his cock is similar in size, his nuts look bigger. They also hang down much further than mine do. Or further than mine would if they weren't being hugged by the cock cage.

I pull the panties all the way off and hand them to Danielle. He puts them on the nightstand. However, he remains on all fours. I blush when I see him wiggle his rump again. He wants me to remove his plug.

This is a minor task compared to what I've been through. Still, I try my best to remove it without touching him too much.

"Oh!" Danielle groans as the huge plug pops out.

Danielle finally turns around and sits back on the bed. I hand the plug out to him but he just stares at me. My blush deepens when I realize he wants me to clean his plug. The unspoken request makes me feel a little ill and at first I'm not sure I can do it. I mean, cleaning your own plug is one thing but cleaning someone else's is quite another.

I inspect it closely and find it is rather clean. It takes me another minute but I finally work up the nerve and let my tongue swipe across the smooth surface. Just like my plug, Danielle's has virtually no flavor to it. It's still a very gross task.

Danielle makes me lick it thoroughly before he finally reaches out for it. I gladly hand it over. Danielle puts it with his clothes and then lies back on the bed again. He then reaches out for my left hand with his right.

A few minutes ago the thought of making out with Danielle had somehow seemed okay. I'm not so sure now though. Not after the humiliation of undressing both of us and cleaning our plugs.

I hesitate only a moment before I extend my left hand out so he can take it. As I suspected he would do, Danielle pulls me down on top of him. He then puts his left hand behind my head and pulls my lips to his.

I accept the kiss, but I don't enjoy it like I did earlier. Earlier it had felt comforting. Now it just feels 3; well, gay. Or at least it does at first. After a couple minutes I find myself starting to get lost in his embrace again. Only this time our naked bodies are pressing and sliding together. Oh my does that start to feel yummy.

A part of my brain starts screaming at me to pull away. That nothing good will come of this. With the cock cage in place I can't even cum. All I will get out of this is lots of frustration followed by tons of humiliation and embarrassment. Yet, my body needs relief and is screaming to continue. It can't seem to grasp the concept that relief isn't possible.

I pull Danielle tighter to myself and kiss him more passionately as my body tries to reach climax. Of course, the goal just isn't attainable. Yet still I seek it out.

"Do you want me to show you how to cum?" Danielle asks when I come up for air.

"God, yes!" I almost scream.

"Are you sure?" he says in a serious tone. "What we have to do is very naughty."

"Yes, please!" I beg.

A part of me is concerned by what Danielle has in mind. However, I can't imagine anything that could trump my current need to cum.

"Do you remember how I played with your ass clit last weekend?" Danielle asks.

I blush. He is talking about when he put his hand inside my ass. I think I will remember that until the day I die.

"Well 3;," Danielle says and then pauses a moment. "Playing with your clit is the only way to make you cum when you have a cage on. That's part of the reason they make you wear it. So you can learn how to use and enjoy your clit more."

That's it? I guess I was expecting something different. I'm not sure what. I feel kind of foolish though for not thinking of it myself. It's not like they didn't introduce me to my clit already.

"Okay," I say with a blush.

I'm not hot on the idea of having Danielle touch me down there again, but at this point I would try about anything. Danielle stops me though when I go to get up so he can reach my hole.

"The doctor said I can't use my hand this weekend," Danielle informs me. "He said you are still recovering and my hand might be too big. I have something slightly smaller though I can use."

This confuses me for a moment. I then blush when I realize what he is talking about. He wants to stick his dick in my ass! I'm not so sure about this. Kissing is bad enough, but anal sex is 3; well, sex. Gay sex!

"I don't know," I whisper.

"Trust me, you will love it," Danielle whispers back.

I think that is what scares me most 3; that I will actually like it. The only thing that has gotten me through all this shit so far is the fact that after all is said and done I can tell myself I did this or that nasty thing because I had too. Not because I wanted too.

The price is way too high and I decide not to do it. However, before I can say anything I feel the head of Danielle's dick push against my ass ring. I was so deep in thought that I hadn't even noticed Danielle reach down and position himself.

"I don't think w 3;oh!" I let out when Danielle pushes up with his hips.

Danielle only pushes a couple inches inside but it sends a flood of pleasurable sensations throughout my body. My toes curl up and all the muscles in my body go taunt as a wave of pleasurable sparks shoots up my spine.

"Oh, shit!" I groan before I can catch myself.

It feels similar to when I put my plug in, only amplified 100 times. Danielle's dick is virtually the same thickness as my plug. Therefore I can only conclude that the extra sensations are because of the difference in texture.

"Mmm," I groan in pleasure as the dick slowly sinks deeper.

The dick is half way inside me when I realize that it is me pushing down on it and not Danielle pushing up. I make a futile attempt to convince myself to stop. However, the sensations are too great. I raise my upper body until I'm in a partial sitting position. I then push down further.

"Oh!" Danielle purrs as the last of his dick sinks into my hole.

As I sit there I can feel Danielle's warm meat throb inside me. It feels so 3; alive. Maybe it is this element and not the texture that is really causing all of these tingles. It's so disgusting, yet somehow thrilling at the same time.

"Good girl," Danielle groans as I slowly raise myself up.

Danielle's praise makes me blush further. I'm so humiliated that I think about pulling myself completely off his dick and bringing this ordeal to an end. However, when the tip of his dick reaches my anal ring I find myself pushing back down again.

I'm fucking Danielle! I can't believe I'm actually doing this! I should stop! I should stop! Yet, I fear it is way too late for that. The pleasure sensation is just too great as Danielle's devilish cock presses against and then glides across my ass clit.

As I raise myself up once more, I realize that my life will never be the same again. I'm officially gay now 3; even if I don't want to be. I start to cry, but I'm not so sure these tears are a result of this dreaded thought. These tears are coming from somewhere deeper inside me. There is a lot of pleasure coming from my clit, but there is also this flood of strong emotions coming from inside me as well.

It is hard to put a finger on any one of these emotions. It is like every possible emotion is being generated and swirled around inside me like a tornado. Sadness, joy, disgust, fear, anger, love 3; all of these and more swirl around.

The only thing that seems to keep me from exploding is the fact that I don't have to face these feelings alone. Danielle and I are linked as one and together we are stronger than I alone could ever be. It doesn't matter if I don't like the way we are currently bound together. The fact is we are and I need every ounce of strength I can find to survive this.

"God, that feels good!"

I blush further. I can't believe I just said that out loud! Yet, it is true. Even with the humiliation I can't help but speed up my thrusts. The feel of Danielle's dick bumping and rubbing against my clit is just too good.

I of course know my prostate isn't actually inside my asshole. There is only a thin layer of skin though separating the two. Plus, I'm pretty certain that the shots the doctor gave me had something in them that is making my clit extra sensitive. Or at least I hope so. Because if rubbing my clit is always going to be this pleasurable then I fear I will quickly get addicted to it.

God, please don't let me get addicted to this! I already know I will though 3; just like I quickly got addicted to masturbating a year ago. I tell myself not to worry too much about it; that I don't have to continue having sex with boys in order to meet the addiction. There are dildos and such I could always use. I tell myself this but I'm not too sure it will be quite the same.

Somehow, the sparks inside me grow brighter at the depraved disgusting thought of craving dick for the rest of my life. The horror of it just feeds the tornado.

I'm now bouncing up and down on Danielle's dick as fast and hard as I can. Even the pain from my sore nuts somehow adds to my pleasure as they slap against Danielle's lower belly.

"Good girl," I hear Danielle say in the background. "Be a good slut for me."

"I'll be a good slut! I'll be a good slut!"

I hear my voice say it but I'm so far gone that I'm not sure if it is just in my head or if I'm actually saying it out loud. At this point I don't care.

It wouldn't matter even if I did care. The tornado inside me is self-sustaining now. It is ripping up fences, pulling houses from their foundation 3; pretty much devouring everything in its path.

Then suddenly it somehow turns me inside out and I find myself enveloped in some kind of bright white light. The light turns yellow then red. Finally it turns black and my senses start coming back to me. I realize the storm has passed. I open my eyes to see Danielle lovingly staring back into mine. I start to cry again.

This time the tears are almost solely that of humiliation. I just had sex with Danielle! I can't believe I'm gay now! What I really can't believe though is how much I seemed to welcome it just a few moments ago.

"Such a nasty slut! Going to fuck a baby into you! Taking your cherry!"

The stream of nasty words seem so out of place coming from someone as innocent looking as Danielle.

My humiliation increases as I realize my ordeal is not over. Danielle hasn't cum yet. However, it is clear he isn't far from it.

I no longer want to have anything to do with this union and I start to pull myself up. I know it is selfish of me but it's just too horrible and disgusting to help get Danielle off. Danielle isn't about to be denied though. When I get half way up his dick he grabs my hips. I struggle but his grip is like steel.

"Please stop!" I want to scream. "Please don't cum in me!"

Physically, I'm sure I probably can break free of him. However, I'm so mentally drained that I just let him hold me in place as his hips hump up at me from below.

I feel like some kind of inanimate fuck puppet as Danielle uses my hole. My only comfort is in the knowledge that the ordeal is almost over.

"Fuck!" Danielle groans as his climax finally peaks.

"Oh," I groan in despair as I feel his cock expand and then start ejaculating inside me.

I feel like throwing up as Danielle coats my insides with sperm. God, I can't believe I was actually enjoying this just a moment ago. It's so disgusting!

As I try to come to terms with what just happened, I have to face the fact that it did feel good. Well, most of it anyway. It felt a lot like an orgasm only it seemed to originate from deeper inside me than normal.

The orgasm also didn't seem to go to completion. It was almost like I was taken to the very brink and then held there. Then 3; well, then I'm not sure what happened. It was a feeling unlike anything I've ever experienced before.

I know of course that I have just had my first anal orgasm. I've seen girls have them but I always thought they were faking it. I didn't think it was actually possible. Sure, I came with the Dean rubbing my ass clit but he was also masturbating me at the same time. This was completely different.

My eyes get big when I look down and find a large pool of cum on Danielle's tummy. Where did that come from? The answer is obvious of course. However, despite the pleasure I felt earlier, it never actually felt like I ejaculated. Clearly I had.

There is a lot of cum but it is all in a big pool under my cock cage. Even in the confines of the cage I would think this much cum coming out would have traveled much further. It was like it just oozed out of my dick and didn't actually squirt like normal. Kind of like when Danielle spanked my ass and plug last week. It certainly would explain why it never felt like I had ejaculated.

I'm not sure how I feel about my anal orgasm 3; besides the disgust of course. I mean, it obviously relieved some of the pressure in my nuts and stuff. It even felt pleasurable. In many ways it had felt significantly more so. Yet, I never really got to feel that pulsating release I am so used too. Even worse, the desire for sex is still there. It is weaker now, but it isn't completely diminished like a normal climax normally causes.

If I had to choose I would definitely pick my normal method of release. However, that method isn't available to me. So, I guess this will have to do. Not that I'm planning on doing it again anytime soon.

I blush as Danielle hands me my plug. He wants me to plug his cum up inside me. I slip his dick out and then quickly push the plug in. Its gross knowing that his cum is stuck inside me. However, it is better than the alternative. If I didn't plug it then that would mean I would have to eat it as it leaks out. I'm not sure I could handle that right now.

Granted, eventually the plug will have to come out. Hopefully by then my body will have absorbed most of it. Still, I'm sure I will get a good taste of it when I clean my plug.

My ass now plugged, I slide off to the side of Danielle. I know what I have to do next and I hesitate only a second to comply. If you make the mess then you have to clean it up. I lean in and start slurping my cum off Danielle's belly. It is warm and thick. Much thicker than the last time I cleaned my own mess. It tastes a lot stronger as well. I manage to suck it all up without gagging a single time. I'm not sure if this is a good or bad sign. I really don't like the idea of getting used to this task.

"All of it," Danielle says as I start to back away.

This confuses me for a moment. I'm pretty sure I got his tummy pretty spotless. I look down to make sure. My blush deepens and I feel bile rise up in my throat when I catch sight of his semi hard dick.

God! He wants me to lick is dick clean! I can't do that! I can't! Not after it has been up my asshole! Yet, even as I tell myself this I find my face moving toward his dick.

His dick is wet and slimy looking, but I know it could be much worse. I thank God my trainers require me to take daily enema's. Just the thought of what that dick would look like right now otherwise is enough to make me gag.

I lick at the head of his dick for almost a half minute. Or at least where the head of his dick would be if it wasn't covered by his foreskin right now. I then slowly lick up and down the rest of his shaft. The taste isn't all that bad but the thought of where his cock just was makes the task rather vile.

It's disgusting but I know the worst is yet to come. There is no doubt a lot of gunk under his foreskin. I know I will be sick if I pull the skin back and look at it. So, instead I get my nerve up and then seal my lips over it.

I get a good teaspoon of cream when I suck on the tip. I gag but I manage to swallow it. I then bravely stick my tongue into his pouch and lick around. When it is clear I won't be able to clean it very well this way, I get brave and pull his foreskin back and suck on the head underneath. I'm rewarded with another half teaspoon of cum, but at least most of this comes fresh from his urethra.

"Good girl," Danielle praises as I finish the task.

I just sit there red faced and in a daze as I pull back and think about what I just cleaned. Danielle sees how hard the task was for me and pulls me in for a hug.

You have no idea how much I need this hug. However, before I know it we are laying down again and deeply kissing each other. I struggle for only a moment before I finally give in 3; again.

Chapter 17

Since this all started, every day I tell myself that this is the worst day of my life. Today is no different. However, I can't imagine anything ever topping this day. Of course, I said that every prior day also.

Still, I know I will remember this day for the rest of my life. It is the day I officially became gay. I know I kind of thought this before but now there is no denying it. I lost my anal cherry and had my first anal climax 3; then my second 3; then my third.

It is close to 5 p.m. before Danielle and I finally get out of the bed. I don't remember what time it was when we started but it seems like days. If we weren't having anal sex then we were busy kissing and grinding against each other.

The worst part is that by the time we finally finish I'm having trouble getting disgusted by what we are doing. This is NOT something I want to get desensitized too. All of the tongue kissing and stuff feels far from being natural. Yet, after so many hours it also doesn't seem like that big of a deal anymore. Seriously, what is one more minute of kissing when compared to the 400+ minutes I've already endured?

We are a sweaty mess and our first stop is the bathtub. We take turns cleaning each other. It is very relaxing; especially when it is Danielle's turn to wash me. Danielle takes his time and it makes me feel so yummy and pampered.

Of course, the one area I want cleaned the most is left untouched 3; that being my asshole. I have three big loads of Danielle's cum inside me. I know it is just my imagination but I swear I can feel his cum sloshing around inside me.

While his last load might still be swimming around inside me, I'm pretty sure the first two loads have long since been absorbed by my body. That in itself is a disgusting thought, but that's nature for you.

My pubes are starting to grow back out and it tickles as Danielle toys with them. They are less than a quarter inch [5 mm] long but Danielle seems fascinated by them. I can only guess he has some kind of pubic hair fetish. I've never heard of such a thing before but it wouldn't surprise me. Not in this place.

I think for sure that Danielle plans to shave me again. Or worse, he plans to punish me for not having shaved them myself during the past week. He does neither though. In fact he even orders me not to shave them. It's an odd order but not one I plan to disobey. My guess is that this is a form of reward. It is how I take it anyway. I know girls have pubes also, but for some reason I feel manlier with them 3; even if they are short.

Danielle gives my underarms the same treatment. Only he doesn't spend as much time admiring the short hairs there. This hair I actually wish he would shave off. The new hairs there have been a little itchy. Danielle gives me the same order though to leave them be for now on.

This time I'm a bit more curious about the order. Girls don't let their underarm hair grow. Don't get me wrong, I don't want to be a girl and I certainly don't mind letting my underarm hair grow back out. However, it makes no sense that Danielle would be okay with it. I doubt the Dean will be.

Danielle inspects my face for hair but there really isn't any to be found. All I have there is very little peach fuzz. Danielle didn't even bother shaving that area last weekend.

We are almost prunes by the time we finally pull ourselves out of the bath. It bath felt so relaxing. However, all good things have to come to an end.

One bad thing about the bath is that you can't drink the water like you can in the shower. Well, I guess you can but I'm not about too. Danielle pours me some water from the fridge but I'm a bit reluctant to drink it. After what I just did with Danielle I think it is clear that the cock cage and the estrogen make for a bad combination. The estrogen seems to amplify my emotions and the cage seems to focus it on sex/passion.

I'm very thirsty though so I reluctantly give in and drink the water. I guess I will be getting my full dose of estrogen today. Danielle drinks the same water. I guess the more estrogen he gets the happier he is.

We eat a couple more sandwiches as well. From my fridge I might add. At this rate I will be out of food long before my fridge gets resupplied. What little meat there was is already gone now. I have two pieces of bread left, four slices of cheese, ten Ritz crackers, an egg (hard boiled I'm praying) and two mini boxes of Cheerios. It seemed like a ton earlier but with the meat now gone I fear I will be starving within a few days.

We hit the makeup area next. We brushed our hair out after the bath, but now that it is mostly dry we style it. Danielle has me do his hair first, then my own. I like being the one getting pampered, but I'm also happy for the practice; especially with Danielle there to provide helpful tips.

I do both of our makeup also. It is the first time I've done someone else's makeup. You would think it would be easier than doing your own but it turns out to be much harder. At least it was for me. I think part of my problem is that I want to get Danielle's makeup as perfect as he normally has it. But that level of expertise is still way out of my grasp. I still do an okay job.

My finger and toenails are surprisingly still in okay shape. Danielle gives me a pedicure and manicure anyway. It is tempting to lay back and rest while he pampers me. However, I know this is something I need to learn to do on my own so I pay much more attention this time.

After he is done I even ask if I can do the same for him. He agrees but pays very close attention the whole time. I remember most of the steps but not all. Danielle seems impressed anyway.

During all of this we chat back and forth like normal. We joke and talk about classes and stuff. It gets a little embarrassing when Danielle starts talking about his home life. He doesn't go into a ton of detail but it becomes pretty clear that the Dean is just as strict and 'hands on' at home as he seems to be at the school. To me, Danielle's home life seems absolutely horrid. However, he talks like it is perfectly normal.

I want to ask why Danielle would ever pick his own father to be his mentor. However, I'm scared there might be more to the story than I really care to hear. All I know is that after hearing Danielle's story I'm positive that having my dad as my mentor is completely out of the question. It would mean almost daily sex acts with him 3; which is what it sounds like Danielle has to endure with his father. I couldn't handle that kind of humiliation.

Like normal, the conversation ends up switching to the subject of boys. In particular, he talks about a 17-year-old boy that lives down the street from him.

"He's soooo dreamy!" Danielle says.

That seems to be his 'detailed' description of all the boys he finds attractive.

"I think I know what you find 'dreamy' about him," I giggle.

I then hold my hands out in front of me, palms open and facing each other. I spread them about 20 inches [50 cm] like I'm measuring some impossibly huge cock.

"Janice!" Danielle yells and then starts giggling also.

It turns out the boy's name is Edward Wright III. Danielle gives a lot of details about him but I ignore most of it. It's only like the 20th guy he has described to me. He's big and strong with a large package 3; that's pretty much Danielle's type it seems. This one happens to be gay though. However, I have to wonder if this bit of info isn't just in Danielle's head.

"I think daddy might be thinking of arranging us," Danielle says at one point.

This grabs my attention.

"Arranging you for what?" I ask in confusion.

"Marriage, silly," Danielle giggles.

"You're only 14!" I say in shock.

"Not now, dummy," Danielle says as he rolls his eyes. "I would have to be at least 16. I'll be 15 though in February. So, it wouldn't be that long of a wait."

I'm a bit stunned as Danielle tells me all of this. I've heard rumors about arranged marriages with Humbled Girls. I never gave it much thought. Sure, if the rumors are true then that means my sisters might one day be 'arranged'. However, it hardly seems that horrible. Not enough for me to worry about anyway. I mean, if they were arranged then that would mean their husbands to be would be rich and/or powerful. It would provide them with a better husband than they could probably ever find on their own.

The more I think about it though, the more it made sense that Danielle would be arranged. After all, Danielle is a boy and is also a Humbled Girl. That's a huge secret the school wouldn't want just anyone to find out about. Something then jumps into my head.

"Does he have a sister that goes to school here?" I ask.

"How did you know?" Danielle asks in surprise.

"Just a lucky guess," I reply.

It only makes sense. Who better to trust the secret with than someone that has a vested interest in keeping said secret. After all, if the secret got out it would hurt the school and that in turn would hurt their daughter's future.

"You kind of met her already," Danielle informs me. "Rebecca is the girl you saw getting spanked; the one that wasn't taking her pills."

I'm a little shocked by this information but not much. What little shock there is mainly comes from the coincidence of Rebecca being Edward's sister/brother. After all, all of this started with me getting caught watching Rebecca getting his punishment. Granted, there probably are only a dozen boys that are enrolled in the school. Subtract Danielle and I and that makes it probably a 1 in 10 chance that Rebecca would be Edward's sister.

The fact that Edward has a brother enrolled in the school explains even further why the Dean would be considering him as a potential husband for Danielle. The secret would all but be guaranteed.

Maybe this boy will become more than just an imaginary romance for Danielle after all. I'm not sure why but I actually feel a little jealous. I'm fond of Danielle but it's not like I'm in love with him. Well, at least not now that I know she is a he. However, I was kind of getting used to the idea of Danielle being in love with me. It made me feel 3; well, special.

I lean in and give Danielle a big hug. He hugs me back and we tongue kiss for a minute.

"What was that for," Danielle asks as we finally part.

"Just because," I whisper and then blush.

I chastise myself for giving him the hug and kiss. It is stupid of me to think I can sway him away from Edward so easily. It was also a pretty obvious move. The worst of it, however, is that it is just wrong for me to lead Danielle on like that. I could never love Danielle like Edward probably could. I would just be leading him down a path that dead ends.

Still, it works in my benefit to do this. I have to keep my eyes on the prize after all 3; that being escape. The more I can make Danielle care for me the better my odds of success.

I don't enjoy the rest of our chat. Danielle keeps jumping back to the subject of Edward. Edward is so tall. Edward is so strong. Edward is manly. It goes on and on. The worst part is that everything he is describing about Edward seems like the opposite of what I am. It is very upsetting.

I also can't help but noticed that Edward sounds a lot like a younger version of Danielle's dad. I've always heard that women are attracted to men that remind them of their fathers. I guess it is true for sissies also.

We finally finish and head back to the guest room. Before leaving my room Danielle goes to the kitchenette and grabs the Ritz crackers and two pieces of cheese. I frown but don't complain. I don't want to upset him. Especially if he doesn't love me like I thought he did.

It angers me though. I planned to use the crackers alone as a day's meal. And here Danielle is using them as some kind of snack. I do a quick inventory in my head. That leaves me with two pieces of bread, two slices of cheese, an egg and the two mini boxes of Cheerios. Fuck! That won't last me but a few days at best! I will be lucky if I can even make it to Wednesday before I have to break the dog food out again.

When we enter the guest room I'm surprised to find it is 7 p.m. already. Man where did the day go? Oh, right, we spent like seven or eight hours in bed earlier having 3; I push the thought out of my head.

Our finger and toenails are not completely dry yet so we have to be careful as we undress and get into bed. It feels a bit odd getting undressed this early, especially considering we just got all dolled up.

I'm not too worried though about having to do any sex stuff with Danielle. I know he would never try anything while his nails are still setting. They are dry enough that they aren't going to smear on the covers. However, until they dry further there is still a good chance the polish might crack or something. That would mean having to start all over again.

As I lay down I can't help but stare up at the ceiling mirror. I find that Janice is still there. She notices me staring and gives me a smile. I of course know that I'm really staring at myself. However, it still seems so unreal. It is still hard to grasp that I really look like this.

There are mirrors everywhere in this place. There are a few in the bathroom, in the makeup area, on various walls. Heck, even the observation windows are mirrored. Yet, this one above the bed always seems to captivate me the most. Maybe it is just the angle. Or, maybe it is the knowledge of all the naughty and nasty things it has no doubt reflected over the years.

Danielle turns the TV on and flips through the channels. I few of the channels have porn on them. Danielle skips past the channels pretty fast but I can tell they are videos of little boys having sex. These are obviously feeds for just this area of the school or possibly just this room. It is Saturday so I doubt they are live feeds. They are probably just videos on an endless loop. I can only guess they are there just in case I want to watch some juicy boy on boy action 3; as if.

Danielle reaches the normal TV stations. The normal TV channels are usually blocked for this TV 3; trust me, I've checked. However, when they are unblocked there are only five of them available 3; so there isn't much to choose from. He settles on an old black and white movie. It takes me only a few seconds to figure out that the movie is It's a Wonderful Life.

It's not quite the channel I would have stopped on. I would have gone with a comedy or something; anything but this. The last thing I want to watch is a sad movie. All this estrogen has already got me crying at the drop of a hat.

"Oh, this reminds me," Danielle suddenly says. "I will only be here on Saturday next weekend."

The comment puzzles me for a second. Then I remember Christmas is coming up. This horrible ordeal started on Dec. 8. I do the math real quick in my head. Sure enough, next Sunday is Christmas.

"I might be able to talk daddy into bringing me in for a quick visit Sunday though," Danielle adds.

I know Danielle has the best intentions in mind. However, the last thing I want is a visit from the Dean on Christmas Day 3; even if Danielle is with him. I swallow hard when I realize the Dean might even do something sexual with me in front of Danielle. That would be so humiliating.

"You don't have to do that," I assure him. "You should spend time at home with your family."

Granted, as far as I know the Dean is his only family in the area. I guess it is a bit of a dickish suggestion on my part. I'm basically saying he should stay at home where the Dean can more easily molest him.

Thankfully, Danielle drops the subject and we go back to watching the TV. Danielle snacks on the crackers and cheese as we watch. I make sure I grab my full share as well. I'm chewing on the last one when I realize I could have probably hidden some of them under the mattress for later.

As expected, I cry through most of the movie. I even cry during the parts that aren't even sad. I guess the movie just reminds me where I will be on Christmas Day. Right here in this stinking hole. Of course, everyone else will be out there having fun with friends and family.

Our nails are completely dry by the end of the movie. Danielle holds me for the last 30 minutes of the show as I weep. I can only imagine what Danielle must think of me. Especially when comparing me to Edward.

I'm almost happy when the movie ends and Danielle turns to one of the porn channels. It still takes me several minutes though to get my tears under control.

It isn't long before the porn is forgotten and Danielle and I are busy kissing again. I'm still a little disgusted by all the tongue kissing but after our long session today it doesn't seem all that bad.

In fact, it actually feels a little comforting; especially after all my crying. It also tells me that Danielle still likes me a lot, even if I can't compete with Edward's stats.

I chastise myself when I realize I really am jealous of Edward. And that jealousy goes beyond just my escape plans. It makes no sense. Danielle is a guy! Why on earth would I care if Edward wants to sweep him off his feet? Yet, for some reason I do.

That is not to say I want to sweep Danielle off his feet. It just somehow bothers me that someone else might. Yeah, it doesn't make any sense to me either and so I do my best to ignore the feeling.

We make out like that for over 30 minutes before Danielle finally breaks away. He then gets up on his hands and knees and turns his back to me. It only takes a couple wiggles of his ass to let me know what he wants.

I reach forward and then slowly pull his plug out. Danielle grunts as the plug comes out. He then quickly flips back over on his back. He watches as I lick his plug clean.

I'm a bit hesitant to take my own plug out, considering what happened last time I did. It's clear that Danielle wants me too so I do. My face is burning in embarrassment by the time I finish cleaning the plug.

You would think I would get used to doing nasty shit like this in front of people but I don't. Okay, maybe I'm getting a little used to it but it is still embarrassing. It is especially so this time considering what the plug has been holding in there for the past few hours. No cum runs out of my ass and I find none on the plug, but I swear I can still taste it.

Once the plugs are on the nightstand, Danielle lays back and holds his hands out toward me. I swallow hard and then lay down into his embrace. We are tonguing again in no time. It all feels somewhat comforting in comparison to the embarrassment of cleaning the plugs but it doesn't seem quite as good as earlier today. I can only guess it is because my nuts are a lot emptier now. That's a good thing though. Maybe my balls will stop hurting by tomorrow. Something tells me though that Danielle plans to get even more out of my nuts before then.

"Oh!" I groan as Danielle guides his dick into my channel.

My desire may be diminished now but the tingles from Danielle's cock are just as great. I try to sit up so I can ride Danielle's dick. However, he keeps me in his embrace. The combination of kissing and anal sex brings our union to a whole new level. Earlier today when I rode his dick we were just having sex. The added kissing element makes it feel more like making love. I try to fight the feeling but it soon sweeps me away. It takes me to a whole new emotional high.

As good as it feels now, I already know that I will regret it later. Making love to another boy might be right for Danielle but it is so wrong for me. However, right now it seems to be feeding a need I have inside me so I let it continue. I will face the consequences later.

Danielle pumps my ass very slowly from below. His gentleness makes me feel all yummy inside. However, I doubt either of us could ever climax this way. Something tells me though that this is not Danielle's goal. This is more like foreplay for him.

"Your ass pussy feels so good," Danielle purrs between kisses.

Ass pussy? It sounds stupid but I guess it is somewhat accurate.

"Do you think Edward would let you fuck his ass pussy?" I whisper back.

I can't believe I actually said that out loud. It was supposed to just be one of those sarcastic jokes you say in your head. I mean, I haven't even met Edward and I already know he would never let another guy take his asshole. Not if he is anything like what Danielle described earlier.

I expect Danielle to get upset from the remark. He does break the kiss and back away a little but the look on his face isn't that of anger. It looks more like he is deep in thought; like he hadn't thought about this before. It doesn't surprise me. Danielle seems to get caught up in what guys look like and not so much by how they act.

Danielle doesn't say anything. He just opens his mouth and welcomes my tongue back inside again. I can tell though that he has concluded that his Mr. Perfect isn't so perfect after all. Chalk one up for Janice. It is probably the only thing I have over Edward but I suspect it is a biggie for Danielle.

Danielle might like being a 'girl' but I can tell he sometimes likes to be a tomboy also. Or at least he plays a more dominate role with me a lot. I highly doubt Edward would put up with that.

It doesn't take long before Danielle's slow humping starts to drive me mad. It still feels yummy but it is also highly increasing my need to climax again. Yet I will never achieve it at this slow pace.

"Do you want to try something really nasty?" Danielle says after 20 minutes.

"Yes!" I reply without thinking.

Had I put more thought into it I think I would have asked a few questions first. I already know that Danielle's definition of things is different than mine. What is nasty to him is probably going to end up being down right horrifying to me. Still, if it brings me to another one of those weird climaxes then it might be worth it.

"I had a teacher do this to me once," Danielle says as he gets off the bed and motions for me to do so as well. "It gets pretty messy but I think you will love it.

Danielle then starts pulling all the covers off the bed.

"Fold these up neatly," he says as he starts handing them to me.

Once the sheets are off he removes the mattress cover and pillows. The mattress itself is encased in plastic. I suspected this the first time I laid in the bed. The bed sheets slid around on it a little too easily. It makes perfect sense also. This bed seems to get a lot of use and who knows what kinds of bodily fluids it gets subjected too on a regular basis.

As I finish folding everything, I see Danielle open the liquor cabinet. A spark of excitement shoots up my body as I watch him pull out the same two bottles we used last week. One is the bottle of red wine and the other is the mystery drug/alcohol.

While I am excited to try the stuff again, I'm also a bit scared. The effects of the mystery bottle were rather powerful last time.

"Get in position," Danielle says as he prepares an enema syringe.

I smile at Danielle's commanding voice. Yeah, Edward wouldn't put up with this. I climb up on the bed on my hands and knees and turn my rump toward Danielle. I actually feel a tinge of pride that I'm providing Danielle with something he would never get from Mr. Perfect.

"I need my plug," I say when I feel Danielle press the tip of the syringe against my hole.

"I'll plug you after I fill you up," Danielle informs me.

There is something about the way he said that which makes me feel a little at unease. I don't have much time to worry about it though. A long burst of cold liquid fires into my asshole. The coldness quickly turns to heat.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I groan as the burning liquid causes me to cramp up.

My hole must be a little raw from all our activities today because in addition to the burning sensation it also stings a little. My instinct is to eject the potent fluid but I manage to hold it inside. I know from last time that my efforts will pay off in a few seconds.

Sure enough, the effects of the liquid invade my brain and I start swimming. Like last time, the burning is still there but I just don't seem to care anymore.

Danielle gives me a nudge and I fall over on my side. He pushes me over onto my back and then continues to move me around on the bed. I pay very little attention to him. My focus remains on the glorious sensations. I also focus on clinching my asshole so none of the fluid will leak out. At this point I could care less about making a mess. I just know that the good feelings will disappear if I let the fluid escape.

Danielle finally gets my attention again when I feel my knees being forced up toward my shoulders. This is the same position Danielle put me in last week. However, Danielle pushes my knees much higher this time. I start to panic when I feel something wrap around my leg just below my left knee. Then I feel the same on my right.

When Danielle backs away I find I can't lower my legs. I try to reach my knees so I can untie them but find I can't move my hands either. I'm doubled over so much that my head movement is very limited. I can't see my hands but I can tell they are tied down as well. I can't believe I didn't notice Danielle putting the leather cuffs on me.

I'm very confused. The drugs in the enema doesn't help things any. The position I'm in is very uncomfortable, even with the drug's effects. I'm bent over so far that my shiny cock cage is directly above my face. If I didn't have my cage on I suspect the head of my dick would almost reach my mouth.

"Untie me," I say.

I meant for it to sound like a command but it came out more like begging. Regardless, Danielle just ignores me.

He disappears from my sight for a moment. Then his face reappears above me.

"Remember rule number one," he says.

If you make a mess then you clean it up. I hardly see the point in reminding me of that rule right now. However, I then see the enema syringe come into sight. It's completely full also!

"I need my plug!" I grunt.

"Shhh 3; be a good girl now," Danielle says with a smile as he presses the tip of the syringe into my hole. "I'll plug you once we get this inside."

I look on in horror and breathe deep as he slowly injects the liquid. My hole already had at least a half syringe of liquid in it. With this syringe full that makes my total dosage three times what I got last week. I can feel the burning liquid work its way much deeper inside me than ever before.

I'm panting like crazy by the time the syringe is empty. My normal enemas are a bit larger than this but I'm doubled over right now. Plus, my fuzzy brain keeps telling me to push the burning liquid out.

I manage to keep most of the fluid in me but a tiny bit does escape. I feel the cool liquid run across my taint and balls. Several drops then splash against my tongue and the back of my mouth. I quickly close my mouth in horror. The taste is bitter and a little like medicine.

There isn't much of it so I go ahead and swallow. If I spit it out then I would just have to lick it up later anyway. I feel ill at the thought of where the fluid leaked from.

I want to keep my mouth shut but my nose just can't take in enough oxygen in this position. Reluctantly, I open my mouth back up and start panting again. There is a steady five second drip of the foul fluid. I cringe as each drop lands in and around my mouth.

"Good girl," Danielle says as he watches me accept the drips into my mouth.

Yeah, like I have a fucking choice about it. I don't say anything though. I just stare back in humiliation.

"Time to plug you now," Danielle says after a moment.

Danielle stands on the bed above me but I don't see my plug in his hand. My eyes get big as he slowly bends his knees and lines his cock up with my hole.

"No!" I grunt.

It's too late and Danielle is already sliding inside.

"Oh, that stings a little," Danielle groans.

I can only guess that he is talking about the fluid working its way into the tip of his urethra. It serves him right. The discomfort doesn't cause him to falter though. He just keeps sinking deeper.

My guts and most of my body is tingly from the drugs. However, those tingles get supercharged when I feel Danielle's dick rub against my ass clit.

"Mmm!" I purr as goose bumps rise all over my body.

The sensation is very strong. My toes curl up so hard that I actually hear a couple of the joints pop. My hands also pull against their bonds so hard that for an instant I think I might actually break free. The bonds are unwielding though. I'm not sure what I would have done though had I broken free. Part of me wants to push Danielle away and another part wants to pull him even deeper.

Danielle doesn't stop until his balls are resting on my upturned ass. I expect him to start humping me but he doesn't. He just hovers above me and looks down into my eyes. He hovers there for what seems an eternity. At first I don't understand why he isn't moving. Then I notice his eyes are starting to glaze over. He's letting the drug soak into his dick.

Danielle might be getting a little buzz but I'm getting totally trashed. I actually start to get scared too much of the drug might get into my system. I can only hope they took this into consideration when they created this stuff.

Everything starts to become dreamy 3; even kind of fuzzy. I'm snapped back to reality though when I feel Danielle start to move again. He pulls almost all the way out then drives back down. Up, then down. Up 3; down. It becomes almost hypnotic.

"That's a good girl," Danielle groans. "Keep drinking it down."

My mind struggles to figure out what he is talking about. Then I remember the steady drip in my mouth. Only now when I focus on it I find it isn't a drip anymore. It's a drizzle. And I've been swallowing it!

Oh, God! Stop swallowing! That is coming out of your asshole! For a moment I manage to get the strength to close my mouth in defiance. However, all it takes is a stern look from Danielle to get me to open back up. I blush and then start swallowing again.

As Danielle continues to pump my ass, everything becomes a blur of pain, pleasure and humiliation. I struggle against my bonds for another minute and then finally settle down once more. I feel like Danielle's personal fuck doll as he pounds my hole. For my part, all I have to do is lay there and take it. Well, that and keep swallowing all the enema juice he is feeding me.

The worst part, however, is that I can't get the delightful tingles to stop. The last thing I want is to feel pleasure during this horrid ordeal. However, Danielle seems to know the exact angle and velocity in order to best strum my ass clit.

It isn't long and I find myself trying to hump my ass up in order to meet Danielle's thrusts. Even the horrible act of drinking the enema overflow seems to somehow add to my pleasure now.

This is wrong! I tell myself that but it doesn't seem to matter anymore. All that matters is trying to reach orgasm. Or at least reach the closest thing this cock cage will allow.

It seems to take forever but I finally reach a physical and emotional peak and I close my eyes and let the delightful feelings wash over me.

"Good girl!" I hear Danielle praising from above.

I'm deep in the zone. However, I open my eyes in order to figure out what Danielle might be referring too. I quickly close them when I see cum drizzling out the end of my cock cage and down into my mouth. My senses are on overload and I hadn't noticed the difference in flavor in my mouth. I can clearly taste my cum now though. The humiliation of it drives me even further into the zone. For an instant my climax even feels like a normal one might. I try to grasp on to the feeling but it slips away too quickly. I'm just left spinning around in the whirlwind of sensations.

As the storm settles I feel a large amount of liquid shoot into my mouth. I force my eyes open to see Danielle's dick ejaculating into my mouth from just inches above my face.

It's horribly disgusting but my fuzzy brain keeps telling me to be a good girl and swallow it all. So I do.

"Good girl!" Danielle praises again.

The comment causes a thrill to shoot down my body. My fuzzy brain is so happy that I was such a good girl for Danielle. I'm such a good girl 3; such a good girl.

Chapter 18

I wake Sunday morning not sure where I am. For an instant I think the past ten days or so were just a dream. I start to cry when I realize they weren't. I then cry harder when I remember last night's activities with Danielle. Thankfully, most of it is just a blur.

Some parts, however, are very vivid in my mind. Like when Danielle came in my mouth. I also remember Danielle leaving me tied up like that for over ten minutes afterward. At first he just watched as the fluid bubbled out of my asshole and dripped down into my mouth. However, he then took it a step further.

Even now I find myself blushing as I remember what he did next. He took two links of clear half inch thick hose and pushed them deep into my asshole. He took the other end of one of the hoses and put it into my mouth. He then put the other end of the second hose in his own mouth.

"Start sucking," he mumbles around the hose.

I don't want to obey but I'm too far gone not too. I suck hard but thankfully not much comes into my mouth. I look to Danielle to see if he is managing to suck any up. However, he isn't sucking at all. I then see him take a deep breath.

"No!" I want to scream but it is too late.

Danielle is already blowing into his hose. A second later my mouth is flooded with liquid. I know I'm extremely clean down there but the thought of where the liquid has been still disgusts me. It takes a lot of will power but I manage to command myself to swallow.

Thankfully, I only get two mouths full before the flow finally stops.

Beyond these memories I just get flashes of me licking Danielle clean and then the mattress itself. There is a warm bath at some point and then darkness.

I'm currently under the covers so one of us must have made the bed again before we went to sleep. It must have been Danielle. I was so doped up that I doubt I was physically capable.

I can feel Danielle's warm body snuggled up behind me. I'm pretty angry at Danielle for last night but I can't deny how heavenly he feels against me. The closeness is both a physical and emotional warmth. I feel like everything will be alright in the world if I can just maintain this feel. Then the clock alarm goes off 3; so much for that.

As I get out of bed I realize I don't feel so hot. I have a headache and my insides just feel all tired and yucky.

Danielle takes me into my bathroom for my morning 'potty'. It's embarrassing having Danielle watch me perform my enemas. However, I do feel much better afterward. Even my headache seems to disappear.

The shower turns out to be worse. As we shower, Danielle glides up behind me and starts kissing my neck. I don't feel like doing anything this early 3; not that I really ever feel like doing this. I don't protest though. I just focus on the shower wall as he licks and kisses my neck and earlobes.

It isn't until he reaches around and tweaks my nipples that I start to get 'in the mood'. My nipples have been extra tender lately for some reason. My nipples send all kinds of wild sensations up and down my body as he pinches and rubs them. It doesn't take Danielle long to get me dancing back and forth.

"If you think that feels good, just wait until your boobies get bigger like mine are," Danielle giggles.

I find the comment far from funny. I don't want boobies. Not even if they look as good as Danielle's does. I feel like pointing out that his breasts are not THAT big. They are a B-cup at best. Still, that is much bigger than I would ever want.

"Oh!" I moan when I feel Danielle's dick press hard against my hole.

I really don't want to start my day off with an ass fucking, but I can already tell that Danielle won't be denied. His cock is as hard as a piece of steel and he isn't going to be happy until he gets it deep inside me. I console myself with the fact that at least this is something Edward would probably never allow Danielle to do. And I know damn well he wouldn't let Danielle do to him what was done to me last night. I doubt anyone else would.

The shower washes away what little lube there might have been. It doesn't matter though. The constant wear of the plug has loosened me up significantly in the past week and he has no problem getting in.

I grunt as he humps forward and buries half his dick up my ass. Two more humps and he is all the way in.

Danielle gives me no time to adjust. He just pulls out and slams back in. His thrusts are savage. As he punches up into my guts I'm forced to bend forward to relieve the discomfort. His dick is hitting my ass clit but it is too brutal. It is clear this fuck is for his pleasure and not mine.

He hammers away at me for only a few minutes before I feel him cum deep inside. He turns the water off and then pulls his dick out. I begin to stand straight again but he grabs my shock collar and holds me down.

"C 3;can't we use the shower?" I whisper when he turns me to face his sloppy dick.

He doesn't say anything. He just holds me down next to it until I give in and start licking it clean.

It takes me a minute but I get his dick spotless. He doesn't let me up though. Instead he turns me around and slides his dick back up my ass. He gives me about ten strokes and then pulls out again.

"Please," I beg when he grabs my collar and turns my face toward his dick.

He just holds me down until I start licking once more.

"You can clean it faster if you just suck the whole thing into your mouth," Danielle informs me.

The tone of his voice makes it clear this is an order, not just friendly advice.

I try to pull my head away but he holds me in place. Danielle may be a year older than me but he has been taking estrogen for many years. I know I could easily out power him. I only go half power though. My goal is to just let him know I very much don't want to do what he has asked. Licking his cock is just cleaning. Sucking the whole thing into my mouth is straight up oral sex. That's how I see it anyway.

My little struggle doesn't persuade him. He just keeps countering. After 30 seconds of this it becomes clear I need to make a vital decision. I can give in and perform as ordered or I can continue to struggle and piss Danielle off. One will make me a good girl and the other a bad one in need of punishment.

Of course I give in 3; nothing new there. I hate that I keep giving in so easily. I think my problem is that I'm too smart for my own good. It is smart to avoid punishment. It is smart that I know I will end up doing it in the end anyway. It is smart that I realize sucking the dick is technically not much worse than licking it. All of these things and more make sense individually. However, when you add it all up it just means I'm a big pussy. However, even realizing this I still give in.

It feels so awkward and gay as I bring my lips over the end of Danielle's dick. I try to get as much of the dick into my mouth without actually touching it with my lips or tongue. Don't ask me why. They are going to touch it anyway in a few seconds. Still, I guess that is a few more seconds of sanity for my brain.

Around the 3 inch [7½ cm] mark I'm forced to finally start letting my tongue touch the underside of Danielle's slimy dick. It isn't long and the tip of his dick is threatening to go down my throat. This causes me to gag. I back up about a half inch and I'm fine again.

I'm actually a little proud when I realize I have almost 4 inches [10 cm] in my mouth already. It's disgusting but not as hard as I thought it would be. Maybe I have a natural talent for this. I pull that last thought back and bury it. This is the last thing I want to have a talent for. And it is certainly the absolute last thing I want others to think I have a talent for.

I can already hear people talking to my dad about me 3; "Your little Janice sure sucks a mean dick."

When I try to take the next inch I quickly discover that maybe I'm not as talented as I thought. I start gagging and have to back up a bit. I try one more time with the same result. Finally I give up and stick with just 4 inches [10 cm].

Now comes the worst part. I have to close my lips over the cock and bring my tongue and the rest of my mouth in full contact with it.

Oh, God! This feels so gay and so very wrong. It is much worse than I expected. The disgust is so great that my whole body feels like it is crawling with ants. The kissing and everything else up until today has made me feel rather gay. However, it all pales in comparison to this. His cock deep in my mouth makes me feel like a flaming homo.

I tell myself it could be worse. I could be sucking on my piss tube right now. It doesn't help. This is a whole different kind of disgust. You really can't compare the two.

I provide a little suction and then pull my head back away from Danielle. The dick pops out of my mouth leaving at least a tablespoon of goo behind. Danielle was right, this is faster. However, it is far from easier 3; mental wise anyway.

Danielle doesn't notice or simply doesn't care that I left the bottom three and a half inches [9 cm] of his dick uncleaned. He just turns me around and shoves it back up my ass. Ten strokes and out it comes and around I spin.

I hesitate only a moment before I suck it into my mouth. Pop! Out it come and down the hatch the cum goes. Spin and then the dick is up my ass once more.

Danielle repeats the process five more times until he is satisfied. Though, I'm not that sure what he is satisfied with. Is he satisfied that I now know how to clean is dick properly or is he just satisfied that there is no more cum up my ass? Maybe both.

By the time he lets me stand straight again I'm so humiliated and flushed that my face feels like it is on fire. I can't believe Danielle just made me do that.

Something tells me though that it really wasn't Danielle's idea. This felt too much like training to me. Victor or the Dean's training to be specific. When Danielle trains me he is normally way tenderer than this.

I'm still a little upset with Danielle for the lesson, but deep down I know I should really be grateful. The lesson would have been considerably worse had it been the Dean or Victor performing it. Not that they probably won't perform it anyway. At least this way they didn't get my oral cherry. Unless you count the times I put my lips on the head of their dicks 3; which I don't. That was different than this.

Now that I think about it, Danielle got my ass cherry also.

In a sick kind of way I actually feel good that it is Danielle that has gotten my two main cherries. I would have much preferred no one getting them but at least Danielle seems to care a lot about me. And as much as I hate to admit it, I care about him also 3; in a non-gay kind of way of course.

That said, I'm still upset with him right now. He could have at least warned me ahead of time that the Dean or someone told him to do this to me. I mean, I lost both of my cherries in less than 24 hours. That's a lot for my brain to deal with.

We shower off again and then get plugged and dressed. The whole time I keep my eyes toward the ground. I'm upset with Danielle but mainly I'm just too embarrassed to look him in the eye right now.

I have little choice though when it comes time to comb out our hair and put our makeup on. I style both our hair. I put Danielle's hair in pigtails. He looks cute that way and hopefully the innocent look will subconsciously make him act a little more so.

My hair is a lot harder to do. Not only am I doing my own hair but it is much shorter than Danielle's and there is less room for error. You make a mistake on his hair and the mistake is easily lost in the big picture. With mine errors stick out like a sore thumb.

Doing the makeup is the worst. It requires me to look at Danielle face to face.

"You sucked my dick."

He doesn't say it but I can just tell he is thinking it. I blush through the entire time I'm doing his makeup. We are very silent today. There are no jokes or other chatting going on. Him taking both of my cherries has changed things between us. However, I already know that our friendship is too strong to be broken up by this. I just need a little time to process it all.

After this we eat breakfast 3; from my food supply of course. The two mini boxes of Cheerios are now gone. This leaves me with two pieces of bread, two slices of cheese and an egg. I'm so fucked.

The only thing I have going for me is that I haven't been all that hungry lately. Well, not as hungry as I probably should be. I guess all the piss drinking and other messes I've had to clean up have ebbed my appetite. Still, I will probably be eating dog food again in a matter of a couple days. I can already somehow taste it.

The long awkward silence is finally broken when Danielle orders me to my mat in the center of the room. He then teaches me a dozen 'instruction' positions. A few of these I have been taught already by my trainers. Even the doctor used a couple of these.

Technically, I know all of them. When I was the janitor I saw all of these used on the girls at one time or another. I just hadn't paid that much attention to the fine details. Danielle makes sure I know them now. The only good news is that they seem to very seldom use the commands in the school. They don't even use them that often with me.

I'm glad that they don't use the commands that often. It makes me feel like a dog or something when they use them. Granted, with them not using them that often it just means it will be harder for me to remember them. That in turn could mean punishments down the road.

We spend well over an hour on this training. Danielle is very demanding and accepts nothing but perfection. I can tell that he is angry with me right now. Or at least he is upset that I'm angry with him.

The more I think about it the more I can kind of understand his position. From his perspective, I should be thanking him for taking my cherries 3; not be upset with him about it. After all, the first dick up my ass or deep in my mouth could have been the Dean's huge monster.

I want to explain to him that I am grateful. That I just need time to adjust to my new de-virginized status. I'm too embarrassed though to broach the subject. Instead, I try to relay this by doing my best to meet his training expectations. Within an hour I'm performing the positions so well that even Danielle cannot find fault.

Somehow this doesn't please him though. In fact, he looks almost disappointed when I perform all twelve positions flawlessly. It takes me a moment but I realize he was hoping I would give him reason to punish me. It bothers me that Danielle is that upset with me. It especially bothers me that I was so selfish early that I did not notice I was hurting his feelings so much.

Once the training session is over I immediately grab Danielle and give him a big hug. I then bring my lips to his and give him a delicate kiss. Danielle's body is a bit stiff during the hug but he loosens up once I give him the kiss.

A flutter of happiness spreads through my body as Danielle accepts my embrace. Danielle is the Dean's son/daughter and therefore not someone you want to piss off. However, my desire to make him happy goes far beyond that. He's my friend. He is possibly my only friend right now.

I know a hug and kiss is rather gay. However, it is something I know Danielle will better understand. As I finally pull away I can tell he is stunned.

"What was that for?" he manages to ask.

I suspect he already knows but just wants to hear me say it out loud.

"Just a thank you for training me," I inform him. Then I cast my eyes down and add in a whisper 3; "and for what we did yesterday."

I'm ultra-embarrassed and can't bring myself to say in detail what I'm thankful for. Thankfully, Danielle does not ask me to elaborate. He just smiles and comes back in for another hug and kiss. It makes me feel so happy that he is no longer mad at me.

"It was special for me too," he whispers in my ear.

Now, more than ever, I'm happy that it was Danielle that took my ass cherry. I took a girl's cherry about eight months ago. She wasn't a Humbled student but she was very pretty. However, the only thing I found 'special' about it was that it gave me bragging rights to all my buddies.

The fuck itself certainly wasn't special. She cried through half of it. She didn't even get wet, let alone cum. I guess part of that was my fault for not taking my time with her. But hell, what did she expect? You don't tease a 13-year-old boy and get naked with him and then expect him to take your cherry gently.

Anyway, it feels good to know that my ass cherry went to someone that appreciates it.

I'm thankful though that Danielle does not bring up the earlier shower incident. While I'm happy it was Danielle that took my oral cherry, I am far from thankful for how it was done.

"Come on, there are a few more things I need to teach you today," he says as he breaks the hug.

We walk back into the guest room. Danielle holds my hand the whole way. This is the first time we have ever held hands like this and it makes me feel all gooey inside. In a weird kind of way it seems more intimate than our kisses and hugs 3; only without the disgust. Kind of like our bond has moved to a higher level. It makes me wonder if we are now officially boyfriend and girlfriend 3; well, girlfriend and girlfriend 3; boyfriend and boyfriend 3; you know what I mean.

I'm amazed at how good this thought makes me feel. A week ago it would have repulsed me but now it makes me feel so special. It is a strong contrast to how I felt just moments ago when Danielle was upset with me.

I'm almost disappointed when the training in the guest room turns out to be non-sexual in nature. This feeling surprises me. The thought of having sex with another boy is still very disgusting. Yet, I don't seem to feel that way about Danielle anymore. I wouldn't say I desire him or anything like that. It's just I know that making him happy would somehow make me happy as well.

The training ends up being rather boring. For example, one of the things he teaches me is how to make the bed properly. I never made my bed at home before. Not neatly anyway. That was something for my mom to do.

It turns out to be a lot more work than I expected. Did you know you have to take all the covers off and put them back on one at a time? Pull them all taunt across the bed and tuck them in and shit? Danielle even has me do hospital corners. I find it all very tedious and rather pointless. You are just going to mess it all up later that night anyway.

The worst part of course is that now that I know how to make the bed properly they are going to expect me to do it every morning. If I don't then I will probably end up sleeping on the floor in the other room.

As I think about this I realize the other room seems just that 3; another room. I've spent so much time in this guest room that it now feels like 'my' room. I'm starting to wonder if maybe I'm misinterpreting their definition of what a 'guest' is. I assumed they meant teachers and other adults. Maybe a guest is what they call new students in this area of the school.

I am perfectly fine with that title 3; especially if it means staying in this room. It really is pretty plush compared to other rooms in the school. That said, it doesn't seem like the right environment for training a new person. If it was me I would put new people in a dark damp cold room and make them sleep on a concrete floor or something.

I know a few days of that and I would certainly be trying my best to please everyone in order to get out of the room. Of course, I don't plan to suggest this to them. In fact, I have been doing my best to send them the opposite message. That keeping me in this nice room is beneficial to my training and will get them the best results. It's not a huge reason I've been so compliant but it is one of them.

Another boring and tedious thing Danielle teaches me is how to wash my clothes. Did you know you can wash clothes without a machine? Yeah, that surprised me also. It is a lot of work though. Not only do you have to scrub them a lot but you can't even do everything at once.

My skirt is a dark color so it requires a different temperature than my shirt, socks and panties. Apparently this is a big deal also. I always thought you just dumped it all into the machine. I swallow hard when it dawns on me that this means my mother has been separating my clothes all these years. It is this prior year that really concerns me. All my masturbating has left many of cum stains in the front of my briefs. If she has been separating the clothes then I don't see how she couldn't have noticed this evidence.

Despite everything that has happened in the past week, I'm still pretty embarrassed that my mom probably knows I masturbate. I know masturbation is perfectly normal, but it is still embarrassing. My face turns red when I realize my sisters sometimes do the laundry also.

I only have a few items to clean so we use the sink. First I use a detergent mixed with water. There is lots and lots of scrubbing. Then I drain it and fill it with plain water. Then there is lots and lots of kneading. Drain. Refill with plain water again and repeat. Then I squeeze the water out of the item and put it to the side. Then I repeat the process for the other items. The panties are pink and have to be done separate but all the other items are white and can be done together.

After this I hang them up to dry using some clothes pins. I had wondered what the thin cable high above the bathtub was for. I had assumed it was for something sexual. Turns out it has a rather boring purpose 3; thankfully.

Hanging the clothes turns out to be the worst part of this training session. While I'm hanging the clothes up, Danielle starts attaching clothespins to me.

"Ouch!" I protest when he attaches the first one to my left nipple.

I assume he is just joking but he swats my hand away when I go to remove it.

"Leave it on," he commands. "Put your hands back up toward the clothesline."

I come extremely close to disobeying this order. My nipples are so ultra-sensitive lately and the pain is unbearable. I dance around a bit but manage to finally obey.

"Owie!" I yell when my right nipple suddenly catches fire as well.

I want to protest further. However, I don't want Danielle getting angry with me again. So I bear through it.

"No! No! No!" I finally break down and beg when I see Danielle pinch open a clothespin and then start lowering it toward my groin.

There is no possible place down there where that clothespin should be going. I begin to slowly back away but Danielle gives me a stern look. I tremble but I hold my place. I even somehow manage to keep my hands raised up high. If this is some kind of test then my guess is it has something to do with trust.

You must trust Danielle! You must trust Danielle! I tell myself this over and over. I even start to convince myself that I can trust him. I stay convinced even after he uses his fingers to pull my scrotum out and positions the jaws of the clothespin over the skin. You must trust Danielle! He won't do it! You must trust Danielle!

"Owie! Owie! Owie!" I scream as the jaws clamp tight against my scrotum.

Danielle stands back and watches as I dance back and forth. The movement shakes all the clothespins back and forth which only amplifies the pain. My hands drop down to the clothespin on my nut sack but I'm scared to touch it. Part of me is scared that touching it will make it hurt even more. A bigger part of me though is just scared of how upset Danielle might become.

"Settle down," Danielle says with a giggle. "It's not THAT bad."

To prove his point, Danielle takes another clothespin and attaches it to his own ball sack. He then puts one on the foreskin at the head of his semi hard dick 3; in essence sealing the head inside. Finally he attaches a third to his right nipple.

"See?" he says.

I just look on in horror. How could he do that to himself? The one on the head of his dick must hurt more than all three of mine put together. Yet, he barely even flinched.

"Just accept the pain and let it flow through you," he says as he closes his eyes like he is meditating or something. "Once you learn to accept it you can even mold it 3; turn it into pleasure even."

I wonder if this is something they taught him at the school or if he is just reciting lines from some cheap TV show 3; maybe Kung fu or something. I have to admit thought that whatever he is doing seems to be working for him. He looks very peaceful, almost euphoric as the clothespins pinch at him.

I close my eyes and try to do as he suggests. However, I find no pleasure. All I'm able to do is bring more focus to the pain itself. I start dancing again and shaking my hands back and forth inches in front of the clothespins.

"You're such a big baby," Danielle giggles when he opens his eyes and sees me dancing around.

He has mercy on me and removes the clothespins. They somehow hurt more coming off than they did going on.

"I will leave these here," Danielle says as he puts the three clothespins on the edge of the bathtub. "I suggest you use these for at least ten minutes every night. It will help you build up your pain tolerance. Trust me, you will need it 3; especially if you decide to pick the doctor as your mentor. The clothespins will seem like foreplay if you pick him."

There is something in Danielle's voice that tells me this tiny pain lesson isn't really scheduled training. I think his real agenda is to convince me not to pick the doctor as my mentor. The only question is whether he is doing this to really help me or just to try to get me to pick the Dean instead so Danielle and I can be together more.

I would be lying if I said I hadn't already thought about picking the Dean for the same reason. However, the Dean is 3; well, he's a dick. Plus he has a rather large one also. He clearly set me up and is probably 100 percent responsible for me being in this situation. The last thing I want to do is reward him by making him my mentor. I'm sure that is exactly what he wants 3; that's probably what he has wanted since I was 7.

I plan to escape soon anyway so all of this is mute. However, if I had to stay here I would certainly like to spend as much time with Danielle as I could. I like him a lot 3; as a friend. However, I think my hatred for the Dean is way too great.

Once the clothes are pinned up, Danielle has me do something I never thought I would do in my entire life. Clean the bathroom. I don't see any mold growing anywhere so I'm not sure why he feels it needs to be cleaned. But I clean it anyway. There isn't much instruction involved here. Not like I don't know how to clean stuff. I just never cared to do it. Danielle mainly just watches over me and makes sure I get every square inch of the place.

After the bathroom is spotless, Danielle has me scrub the concrete floor around the bed. I also do a little dusting and other cleanup in this area.

By the time I am done the room looks just as good as the first day I stepped foot in it. I'm thankful when my cleaning duties come to an end. My knees and back are aching and for a moment I was afraid he would tell me to clean the other room out also. That room is way bigger than this one.

Granted, if I want to please my trainers then I will volunteer to clean the other room anyway. I don't feel like doing it today though. Maybe I will do a little cleaning in there tomorrow.

"Are your balls still hurting?" Danielle asks once everything is put away.

I'm pretty sure he is talking about the constant ache I have because of the cock cage and not the short lived pain from the clothespin. I blush and nod. The pain isn't as bad but it is still there.

"Would you like me to play with your clit some more?" Danielle asks with a slight blush of his own.

I know what he is asking for. I'm still not super-hot on the idea of having a cock up my ass. However, the end result is pretty nice. Plus, I'm sure if I say no then Danielle will get upset and find something even less pleasant to do. So, I look down at the floor and then nod again.

"What will you give me in exchange?" Danielle bashfully asks as he nibbles on his lower lip.

Um, you get to fuck my ass. Good grief, isn't that enough? I can't imagine what else he could possibly want.

"I could make you a small cheese sandwich," I say, not sure exactly what to offer.

The offer sounds stupid even to me. However, right now the food is my most valuable possession. Hell, it's my only possession. Danielle giggles like I meant it as a joke. The offer clearly isn't appealing to him so I play along and giggle as well.

"Before we start I was thinking maybe you could 3; you know 3; like you did in the shower this morning," Danielle shyly asks as he twirls a long strand of his hair around with his left index finger.

My first reaction is disgust. I don't want to clean my ass out with his dick again. That was horrid. However, I then realize he said "before we start". It sounds like he just wants a simple blowjob. Okay, there is nothing simple about it. But it pales in comparison to what we did in the shower. I don't have much say in it anyway so I blush and then nod.

"Goodie!" Danielle cheers.

I expect him to make me undress him but he just takes a seat on the edge of the bed. I'm already naked so I just stand there waiting for my orders. Those orders come all too soon. Danielle points at the floor in front of him. I look down but see nothing there. My face goes flush when I realize he wants me to kneel there.

I feel my face burning in humiliation as I take my place. During my time as janitor I had several girls on their knees in similar positions. It always made me feel very dominate over them. Now that I'm the one on my knees I feel significantly more submissive than I ever felt dominate. I'm talking big time difference.

The position makes me feel so submissive and insignificant that it scares me. It takes all my willpower to stay down. Especially when I look up and realize Danielle has hiked his dress up a little and I can see underneath it. He is wearing a pair of thin yellow panties but I can clearly see his hard dick struggling to escape. About two inches [5 cm] of the tip is already peeking out the top.

I'm going to suck Danielle's cock! Even after this morning, the thought is still so surreal. I know this isn't going to be as disgusting as the shower incident, but it still somehow feels worse. My submissive position is a big part of that. However, another huge aspect is the fact that I'm all but volunteering to do it.

I didn't even make Danielle threaten me or anything first. I feel like such a wimp. It is a huge contrast to how I felt just a couple weeks ago. I was getting tail every day. It made me feel so manly. God, look how far I have fallen in such a short time. It is enough to make me want to cry.

I have just enough dignity left in order to find the strength to hold back my tears. Plus, I think I would have a complete breakdown if I started crying while kneeling in this position.

Danielle lifts his rear end up off the bed. I know what he wants and quickly comply. I reach under his dress and grab his yellow panties at the hip. I then slowly pull them down. His dick lurches a couple times as the delicate panties slide across it. I remember that delicious feeling from last weekend. Right now I would welcome the feel of wool on my penis. Anything would be better than this cold unwielding steel.

Danielle pulls his dress all the way to his hips and then sits back down once the panties are clear. I bring the panties the rest of the way off and then fold them into a neat little square. I put a lot more effort into folding them than I normally would. Anything to delay what I know is coming next.

I blush when I turn back toward Danielle and see his dick and nuts only inches away. What really embarrasses me is the look in his eyes as he stares down at me. I know that look. It is the same superior one I always gave to the girls that knelt before me. The look pretty much screams 3; "Suck that dick bitch!"

I swallow hard when I realize the time has finally come. There will be no more delays. It's time to release Janice and let her do her thing. I open my mouth and move toward his dick. Danielle grabs his dick though and hides it behind his hands.

I look up into Danielle's eyes in confusion. Danielle is looking down at his groin like there is something I'm supposed to be doing there. But I can't with his hand in the way. I'm about to voice this when it dawns on me what he wants. Of course, you can't nut a bitch's throat until after she gives your nuts a good washing.

My face burns in humiliation as I bring my face toward his nut sack. Before I start licking, I bring my lips in and give his nuts a gentle kiss. It is something all the girls in the school did for me. I'm guessing it is supposed to be a sign of respect or a way of thanking the man for letting them suck his cock. It is utterly humiliating but I figure if I'm going to do this I might as well do it right. Danielle praises me with the standard, "Good, Girl".

I stick out my tongue and start licking at his balls. As I do so I realize how smooth Danielle's skin really is. My tongue licks all over his sack and I don't even find a single hair. I'm also pleased that I don't find any odd flavors either. In fact, there is hardly any flavor at all. While this is still demeaning and humiliating, it isn't as bad as I thought it would be.

I delay as much as possible. I lick his nuts clean several times. I even play with them a little with my tongue. I flick at them with the tip of my tongue and make them bounce around a little in his sack. After this I suck on them.

I even try to see if I can suck both of them into my mouth at the same time. I almost manage but not quite. This apparently turns Danielle on though because he reaches down and 'helps'. He gets one nut in and then starts forcing the next. This forces the first one to push against the back of my throat. I try to pull away but his other hand is already there to hold me in place.

My eyes water and I gag, but he manages to get both nuts inside. He holds them inside until I get my gagging under control. Then he pulls his hands away. I want to be a good girl for him so I add some suction in order to help keep the nuts in my mouth. I even manage to slither my tongue around underneath them a little.

I might not be gagging anymore but the ordeal is still uncomfortable. So, after a minute I let them pop out. They are dripping with my spit and I dive in and lick them dry. It's not something I like doing but if I don't it will probably leave wet spots on the bed. Well, bigger wet spots than necessary. I'm not sure if Danielle would get upset by that or not. I know Victor would.

As I lick his balls clean I notice there is now a taste to them. I pull back slightly so I can focus better. Sure enough, he has moved his hand and there is now a thick stream of precum running down the side of his dick and coating his nuts.

I'm eating his precum now so there isn't any point in delaying anymore. Disgust ripples through my body as I use my tongue to lap up the precum off the side of his dick. It bothers me how easily I talk myself into performing the act. It also bothers me how expertly my tongue gathers it. I guess sipping and licking from my water bowl taught my tongue a few tricks.

Once his dick snot is cleaned up I start flicking my tongue on the underside of his cock. This is where it always feels best for me. Danielle's moans tell me this is true for him also. After a minute of this I start to get my hopes up that I might actually get way without having to go further. Sure, I will still have to lick the mess up afterward but at least I won't have to actually suck his dick.

My hopes are quickly dashed when I feel Danielle's hand at the back of my head. He hasn't quite taken control yet, but I know he will soon. The only question now is whether I want to continue to delay until he takes control or do I want to be a good girl and do it myself. One thing I've learned so far here is that it never hurts to be a good girl.

Sure enough, Danielle's hand disappears as I start to lick my way around and then up to the tip of his dick. As I do so I get another mouth full of precum. I reluctantly store it in my belly with the rest.

My stomach turns when I reach the tip. The foreskin from Danielle's uncut dick has formed a small cup there and it is overflowing with dick snot. I know what must be done, but it still takes me a moment to get the courage. Finally I take a deep breath, seal my lips to the end of his dick and drink from his cup. There is at least a tablespoon there and the viscous liquid slithers down my throat like a runny egg. As it goes down it leaves a slimy layer of the goo in my mouth and throat.

Part of the purpose of precum is to help lubricate the female vagina to help facilitate penetration. Or at least I remember something like that from health class. I was a bit distracted that day. No male teachers were available so they had Ms. Andrews conduct the class. She has nice tits 3; even if she is always trying to hide them under sweaters and stuff.

If I ever get out of here I will have to let Ms. Andrews know that precum can be used to help lubricate more than the vagina. The thought of my mouth and throat being readied for penetration is utterly humiliating.

"Ugh!" I gag when Danielle humps forward.

I guess I licked at Danielle's dick a little too much and he is now supercharged. He jabs the back of my throat five times before I think to use my hands to help protect myself.

"You're too old for that," Danielle says as he bats my hands away.

Now that he mentions it, I don't remember ever seeing any of the older girls at the school using their hands much. Even the 10-year-olds in my classes don't use their hands. The only girls I've seen use their hands are those around 7 or 8.

I try to protest around Danielle's dick but he just jams it into the back of my throat again in order to shut me up.

I would have never guessed that oral sex was so uncomfortable. Most of the girls at the school even look like they enjoy it. Okay, maybe not the youngest ones, but the rest do. Is it possible they are just acting like it feels good? Or does it actually get better over time? As Danielle jams against the back of my throat again I start to doubt this could ever become anything but unpleasurable.

Be a good girl! Be a good girl! Be a good girl!

I chant this over and over in my head in an effort to keep from using my hands again. It doesn't work though. Danielle swats my hands away three more times before he finally yanks my mouth away from his dick. I can tell he is upset. I failed to be a good girl for him and this upsets me as well. I don't want to lose the one person in this place that I actually like.

He slides out from in front of me and walks across the room. I want to beg him for another chance but I decide it is best to just keep quiet. I already know I would fail a second attempt and even a third. His dick jabbing at the back of my throat is just too painful and scary for me to keep my hands still.

I watch as Danielle walks to a cabinet. I hear him rummaging around in it for a minute. When he turns I discover he has found a solution for my little problem. He is holding a pair of handcuffs and some rope!

I tremble as he walks back over to me. I manage to stay kneeling but my hands instinctively try to hide on the opposite side of my body. When he reaches me he just holds his left hand out. I know he wants me to give him my wrist but I just can't do it. I start to cry and shake my head 'no'.

"Janice!" Danielle growls.

The tone in his voice is one I didn't think his feminine body was capable of. If I didn't know better I would have sworn it was his father, the Dean, that had said it. Somehow it sounds way scarier coming from Danielle. It is almost like he is possessed or something.

My right wrist is in Danielle's hand before I even realize I gave the command to move it there.

"Ow!" I let out when Danielle slams one of the cuffs hard against my wrist.

The impact causes the cuff's metal arm to swing around and slam shut over the top of the other side of my wrist. Danielle presses on it and I hear a few more clicks as the cold steel tightens against me.

I really don't want to give him my other wrist. However, my first wrist is still hurting from the hit. I reluctantly volunteer the second one in hopes he will be gentler. Thankfully, he is. It goes on tight but at least he doesn't hit me with it.

He uses the rope to lightly tie my ankles. This seems trivial compared to the cuffs so I don't bother struggling. I do get a bit confused though when he takes the remaining length of the rope and brings it up to my cuffs. He then ties it to the short chain connecting the two cuffs.

The maneuver seems a bit odd. I could see this position being uncomfortable or even painful if the rope connecting the two was very taunt. It would force you to constantly lean backward. However, the rope is somewhat loose. Thus, it doesn't appear to serve any purpose.

I just shrug this off. I have much bigger things to worry about right now. Like Danielle's dick.

I start struggling with the cuffs as Danielle gets back on the bed in front of me. I make sure I do it covertly, just like on TV. And just like on TV, I expect to somehow magically break free. I don't know who writes all of those shows but they clearly have never been in handcuffs before. Nothing short of a key or hack saw is going to get these fucking things off. They don't even budge a little bit.

CLICK. Fuck! I just made one of them tighter! Danielle hears it and smiles. This clearly is not his first rodeo.

I stiffen my neck muscles when Danielle reaches out and grabs my head. I really don't want to feel his dick poking around at the back of my throat. However, he easily pulls my head forward.

A second later and his dick is in my mouth again. As it enters I do everything I can to please him in hopes that he will leave my throat alone. I suck and lick his little cup clean. I even start bobbing my head back and forth.

I feel a glint of hope when I hear him moan with pleasure. My rosy slips sliding up and down his shaft are clearly getting to him. I feel a little pressure at the back of my head though. I know he wants my lips sliding further down his shaft. I do my best to accommodate but I start hitting that nasty spot and begin to gag.

I start to panic. I've been in Danielle's shoes before. I'm never happy until the girl in question has my entire dick down her throat. The continuing pressure at the back of my head tells me that Danielle is the same way.

I want to be a good girl for Danielle, I really do. However, it is just too uncomfortable and scary. I try to pull away but Danielle's grip is too tight. My only recourse is to try to stand. I'm certain my leg muscles can easily out power his hold on me. My ankles are tied together so I won't be able to run away, but at least I won't be gagging anymore.

I manage to get my toes positioned correctly but when I lunge upward I'm immediately yanked back down my by my wrists. I now know what the purpose of the rope is. I didn't even manage to get Danielle's dick free of my mouth. I rose up 2 inches [5 cm] at most.

I try to beg around his dick but Danielle ignores me. He just keeps jabbing my throat over and over.

"Try to swallow," Danielle informs me. "It will hurt a lot less that way."

If it was anyone else I probably would have ignored the advice. However, Danielle is an expert cock sucker and despite this current treatment I know he would not lead me astray.

It still takes me a minute though before I can get my panic under enough control in order to comply.

His cock still feels uncomfortable when it pokes the back of my throat but at least the swallowing exercise reduces my gagging somewhat.

Danielle keeps at it for several minutes. It is around the seven or eight minute mark that I realize my gagging has all but stopped.

"Ugh!" I gag again when his dick suddenly forces its way deep into my throat.

This time he does not stop until his balls are resting against my chin. This is at least 3 inches [7 cm] deeper than before and I panic like crazy.

I instinctively try to bring my hands forward to protect myself. But of course that is not possible. All I can do is kneel there and take it. Well, technically I guess I could have bitten him. However, even I know that the penalty for that would be extremely severe. I know I would slap the shit out of any bitch that bit my dick. She would be lucky if she had any teeth left once I was done with her. Well, my former self would have reacted that way. After less than two weeks, my current self is just a shadow of the young man I used to be.

Danielle holds his dick deep in my throat. The pain quickly becomes a secondary concern once I realize I can only breathe through my nose. I really start to panic when Danielle uses his free hand to pinch my nose shut.

I'm going to choke to death on Danielle's dick! the voice in my head screams.

I can just see all my friends and family reading my obituary in the paper and gossiping about how I died. The humiliation would be so great that even my corpse would probably blush.

Right when I think I have no choice but to bite down in defense, Danielle slowly lets up and I pull back. He leaves about 3 inches [7 cm] in my mouth but I can at least breathe now. I'm still gasping for breath when he pulls my head forward again. I struggle but he easily goes balls deep again.

"Please!" I try to beg around his dick when he pulls back once more.

I'm gasping and coughing too hard though and it just comes out jumbled. I'm sure he knows what I said but he pulls me forward again anyway. He doesn't even stop pinching my nose.

I quickly realize my mistake for trying to talk. My oxygen supply runs out much faster this time. Instead of talking I should have been concentrating on breathing.

My head is dizzy by the time Danielle lets me come up for air again. This time I focus on nothing but breathing. I don't even bother trying to swallow all the excess spit. I just let it drool out of my mouth and down my neck and body. I'll worry about that mess later.

Danielle's dick goes back into my throat all too soon. Long before my lungs have recovered. My lungs burn and the dizziness becomes much worse.

He pulls out just long enough for me to get a few breaths and then pushes right back in. He repeats this over and over. By the 10th insertion my struggles are completely gone. My muscles barely have the strength to keep me kneeling there let alone struggle.

I don't even have the strength to be scared anymore. Not really anyway. My whole universe just focuses around those few short breaths I get each time he pulls back. I'm just putty in his hands as he fucks my throat. Somewhere in the background I think I hear him call me a 'good girl' but it is hard to tell if it is him saying it or just the voice in my head.

Regardless of who said it, my dizzy brain grasps at the words and hugs them tight 3; anything to help steady my spiraling mind. It does no good though and I continue to spin out of control. However, my confused mind somehow finds comfort in that even if I crash I will do so as a good girl and not a bad one.

I loose complete track of time. It could have been five minutes or five hours later when something odd happens. I start to get this slight euphoric feeling. I quickly grasp for it. My brain touches it and it feels warm and gooey.

It feels too good not to touch. However, the more I do the more it gets smeared all over. Before I know it my brain is dripping with the gooey substance.

No! the voice in my head screams when I feel Danielle's dick start to pulse in my throat.

I'm not concerned about the cum shooting into my stomach. My concern is that this means he is done with me now. I was just starting to enjoy the gooey feeling.

Sure enough, Danielle gives me throat a couple more stabs and then pulls all the way out. I try to hold on to that euphoric feeling but it easily slips out of my fingers. As my head clears the feeling is quickly replaced with shame and humiliation. I just deep throated my first dick. And worse, for a moment there I actually started to enjoy it.

I kneel there and cry. I only snap out of it when I feel someone grab me from behind. I look around and see that it is Danielle. He got off the bed at some point and is now using a towel to wipe all the spit and tears off my body. At least that is one thing I won't have to clean up later.

"You did pretty well for your first time," Danielle tells me as he removes the rope.

My legs are weak but I manage to stand and roll onto the bed when he tells me too. He rolls me onto my stomach and I assume he is going to take the cuffs off. However, he doesn't. Instead, he grabs hold of my plug and slowly pulls upward. It takes some effort and puts a lot of weight on my head and shoulders but I manage to get my knees under me.

Once my ass is up high he places a towel under me and then starts tugging at my plug again. I arch my back and push out with my ass muscles.

"Oh!" I moan as the widest part clears my ring.

With my hands still cuffed behind my back, all of my upper body weight is resting on my shoulders and the left side of my face and head. It's very uncomfortable and I think about begging for my hands to be freed. I decide against it. This is clearly a punishment for using my hands earlier. If I complain too much it will just get worse.

To make matters worse, Danielle lowers the plug down in front of my face. I can't believe he wants me to clean it while I'm in such an uncomfortable position. I don't hesitate to start licking. I have virtually zero mobility in my head but that doesn't matter. Danielle just turns the plug this way and that until it is spotless.

Danielle sets the plug aside and then brings his attention back to my asshole again. He uses one hand to spread my cheeks a little and then uses his index finger on his other to very delicately rub my hole.

The sensation catches me off guard. It falls somewhere between a tickle and an itch. It radiates around and even inside my hole. It makes me want to stuff something inside to scratch it.

I find myself trying to buck back against his finger but my movement is too limited. The best I can do is wiggle my rump back and forth and up and down. All this does is rub his finger across it more and thus increase my need.

Danielle keeps at it for what seems an eternity. I'm sweating and whimpering with need before Danielle finally speaks up.

"What do you want me to do to you?" Danielle teases as he leans over my back and positions his dick.

"Make me a good girl!" I say without thinking.

I can't believe I just said that! I was thinking it for some reason but didn't mean to say it out loud!

"Don't worry about that," Danielle whispers as he presses the tip of his dick against my hole. "I'm going to make you the bestest girl in the whole world."

A second later he is deep inside me.

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