Christian School of Humility (Jack Gets Humbled)

Thirteen-year-old Jack thinks he has the world in the palm of his hand.  All of that quickly changes when he gets pulled into a plot to turn him into a Humbled Girl.  Will Jack be able to resist his training and all the mind games?  Or, will Janice be born?  You can find a full list of my stories at: http://www.asstr.org/~devilsadvocate/

(ped, Mm, mm, Mmm, Mf, mf, mF, inc, nc, ws, toys, bd, enem, spank, cbt, anal, ds, humil) and a few other naughty things 

By The Devil's Advocate 
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Writers Note:  I got the idea for this story from Kennas story, Christinas School for Wayward Girls (http://www.asstr.org/files/Authors/Kenna/Lolita%20Bondage/Christina_s%20School%20for%20Wayward%20Girls.doc).  Kenna gave me permission to write a continuation to the story but I decided to go such a different direction with the sex aspects that I felt it was best to set it in a different, yet very similar school.  This way it doesnt tarnish the original story any.  I did, however, leave a couple names the same.  If you want you can view the names as coincidence or you can view the story as taking place about 17 years after the main characters (from the first story) move to a different state and school.  This story stands alone but I think you would enjoy reading Kennas story also since he is a better writer than I am.

1.

Jacks too old, William Jackson pleads.  Hes 13 already.  The school has never taken anyone even close to that age before unless they were already trained at home or a transfer from one of our sister schools.

Thats my dad arguing with Dean Miller.  Unfortunately, Im Jack.  I screwed up big time and they are talking about what they plan to do about it.

My dad is the headmaster here at the Christians School of Humility.  It is an all girls school here in Ohio.  Dont let the name fool you.  It isnt a religious school far from it.  The woman that helped start the school just happened to be named Christian.  Take the religious aspect out of the title of the school and it should give you a good idea of what goes on here.  

In fact, students at the school proudly refer to themselves as Humbled Girls.  While the term hasnt spread that far across the U.S. yet, around these parts it is a huge deal to be a Humbled Girl.  Every girl born around here wants to be a Humbled Girl.  And of course every guy wants to marry a Humbled Girl.  Usually, only the most powerful men get that privilege.

My father married a Humbled Girl.  Our family is rich but not that rich.  However, it is one of the perks of being faculty at the school.  Another perk is that my father was allowed to enroll my three older sisters in the school as well.

While I have always known mom was a Humbled Girl, I never really fully understood what that meant.  Well, I knew it meant she had a good education.  Everyone knows the school has the best academic program in the state.  However, I didnt know the curriculum went way beyond the norm.

Sure, I heard kids at my school saying nasty things about the Humbled Girls.  They said they had sex with teachers and stuff like that.  I thought they were just false rumors though.  When I was younger I would get angry when I heard these rumors.  My mom and three sisters are Humbled Girls after all.  

When my dad got me a job here two months ago I quickly discovered those rumors were indeed true.  You have no idea how shocked I was.  Not just that my entire family was part of this but simply how the school could get away with it.  We arent just talking about sex here and there in hidden rooms though, that takes place also.  We are talking about sex right in front of the classroom.  Its actually part of the curriculum.  

Part of my orientation, however, included a more detailed history of the school.  It is not the first school to have such a curriculum.  There are three others across the U.S.  Christian was a graduate of one of them.  Many graduates of these schools easily make their way into powerful positions in government and other aspects of society.  That is not only how Christian was able to establish this school but how the schools stay under the legal radar.  The orientation briefing didnt actually say any of this.  However, it doesnt take a genius to connect all the dots.

Im a horny 13-year-old, so needless to say, getting a job here was the best day of my life.  Today is quickly turning into the worst.

My official job at the school is that of janitor.  While I do perform all the normal duties of a janitor, I have a variety of special duties as well.  There isnt a day that goes by that at least one instructor doesnt ask me to assist them in one of their classrooms.  

Sometimes they need me just to help teach the smaller kids how to give a blowjob or something like that.  Well, I dont actually teach anything.  Only the instructors are allowed to do that.  Im more of a test dummy.  

The instructors have me strip down in front of the class.  Then after a quick instruction from the teacher, the little girls in the class line up and each take a turn practicing this or that with me.

Its actually not always as fun as it might sound.  Okay, part of it is always fun.  Especially the look in the kids eyes the first time they touch a dick or put it in their mouth.  However, for most of these girls (some as young as 7) this can also be the first time they learn exactly what goes on in the school.  So, as you can imagine, there is often a lot of crying taking place.  All of the crying can be a turn on sometimes, but it also will give you a headache real fast.  

I also get my share of teeth marks and chaffing on my dick as well.  I dont blame the little girls.  My dick is about 7 inches long and 1.75 inches thick.  Its big for my age but not huge.  Not compared to porn stars anyway.  However, it is absolutely gigantic when you place it next to a 7 or 8 year old.  

They cant help but scrape it from time to time; especially this early in their training.  Something tells me though that the instructors are well aware of this.  I would also bet that they normally have the kids practice on dildos before the real thing.  They are only using me in this capacity because Im so new a kind of initiation of sorts.

The real fun takes place with the older kids.  Well, kids around 9 or older.  By this age they already have lots of practice.  So, if a teacher puts me with one of these girls then it is normally for specialty training or just to humiliate and/or punish the girl for something.

Of course, this can sometimes be humiliating for me also since a lot of these one on one situations take place in front of the classroom.  Im starting to get used to it.  I still get pretty embarrassed though when one of the girls being punished happens to be one of my older sisters.

My parents must have lots of sex because my sisters and I are pretty evenly spaced.  Im 13 and my sisters are Amber (14), Beth (15) and Mary (16).  We arent exactly a year apart.  Beth is 15 and a half and Mary is almost 17.

Of the three, it is performing with Amber that embarrasses me the most.  She and I are pretty close in age and we bonded a lot when we were children.  Its still embarrassing with Beth and Mary but not as much since we seldom get along.  Despite only being 2 or 3 years younger, they always refer to me as the baby and pick on me a lot.  It is nice getting some payback by making them deep throat me and stuff like that.  It takes a lot of the edge off the embarrassment factor for me.  

You know I cant just ignore this, Dean Miller growls as he looks my way.

I am in the next room but there is only a small wall with a thin sheet of glass separating us.  Dean Miller is well aware that I can hear what they were saying.

He didnt just break the rules, he seen something he wasnt supposed too, Dean Miller says in a whisper that I can barely hear.  You worked here for almost 5 years before we let you in on this secret.  Do you really think we can ignore the fact that someone as new as him knows about it?

He signed the non-disclosure agreement and my dad starts to explain.

Are you kidding me? Dean Miller interrupts.  This could take the whole school down.  What good is a non-disclosure agreement going to be if that happens?  Besides, hes only 13 its not like that agreement would hold much water in the court system.  No, we need more assurances than that.

Dean Miller gives a nervous look out the window at me.  Im pretty sure he didnt mean for me to hear all of that.

Despite what all my friends seem to think, being headmaster doesnt put my dad in charge of the school.  The Dean is the one actually in charge of everything.  Actually, the Dean isnt even in charge of everything.  There is a school board that is higher than him.

Until I took my job I never realized exactly how much lower my dad actually was to the Dean.  The way the Dean treats him you would think my dads title was just an honorary one.  He has my dad doing a ton of administrative shit like ordering supplies and crap like that.  About the only thing he is really in charge of is disciplining the kids.  Granted, that is probably the best task at the school.  But even this the Dean sometimes sticks his nose in. 

The job pays very well and my dad obviously enjoys it, so I guess you cant ask for more.  Still, right now it would be nice if he had more power.  The Dean seems to be out for blood my blood.  

Im only 13 but Im old enough to know that what I saw was very bad.  Well, almost everything I see at the school is pretty bad.  However, they are things all the students parents are well aware of.  Oh, Im sure the parents would never admit they know what takes place.  Im sure many even deny it to themselves.  However, they probably had to sign a ton more liability and other forms than I did.  And the paperwork I signed painted a pretty clear picture.

Ever since signing that paperwork, Ive witness close to everything that takes place in the school.  Or at least I thought.

Where did it all go wrong? 

Like most problems, it all started with a girl 14-year-old Danielle.  I got a crush on Danielle the first time we met.  It was my first week at the school and I got called into one of the classrooms to punish my sister Beth.  I got to see Beth naked a few times that week already, but this was the first time we had done anything sexual.

As embarrassing as it was, I couldnt help but notice the very adorable Danielle sitting in the front row.  There was something oddly familiar about her, but mainly it was her innocence that caught my attention.  The way she would often look away and even sometimes blush when I looked at her.  Ever since that day I constantly kept an eye out in hopes of maybe getting the chance to see Danielle naked or something.  Of course, my greatest wish was to get called in to have sex with her.

It never happened though.  At first it seemed odd.  Especially considering how many kids I got to see naked on a daily basis.  However, the more I kept track the more I realized there were actually several kids that I hadnt yet gotten to see naked.  Its not like they all walked around the school naked or anything.  They had uniforms just like every other private school.  The only time they got naked was for sexual practice/training or for punishments.  And even these were often done in private rooms.

Still, Im sure you can imagine how frustrating it became.  I was seeing about everyone under the sun naked except for Danielle.  They say you always want most what you cant have.  I guess that explains why my crush on Danielle seemed to get stronger every day.  Though, Im sure it was really just my sexual desire that was really growing.

I started to keep tabs and discovered that Danielle was always sent out of the classroom for punishments and whatnot.  I started following whenever I could and found Danielle always went through this same security door at the end of one of the halls.  It was one of the few doors I didnt have access too.

I asked my dad about the door but he was pretty cryptic.  So, I asked my sisters.  They hadnt been through the door either.  But there were several places they never got to go.  Its not like they never asked about this location though.  

According to my sisters research, this area was for VIPs.  My sisters told me that Danielle and a select few other students are seldom ever trained or punished in front of the other kids.  They are almost always taken to the secure/private area for that.  Apparently their parents are very powerful people and have arranged this VIP treatment for their kids.

It seemed like a logical enough explanation.  However, it still didnt curve my desire.  If anything my desire grew exponentially.  The thought of never getting to see Danielle naked was almost unbearable.

So, I did what any other horny 13 year old boy would do.  I snuck into the secure area.  This was a major violation of my agreement with the school.  This and several other secure areas are strictly off limits to me unless Im escorted.

I knew I was fucking up even as I did it.  However, despite all the warnings I still felt it couldnt be that big of a violation if they made it so easy for me to sneak in.  

Seriously, it wasnt that hard.  Sure, you normally needed to swipe a card and type in a code to enter the door.  However, all I had to do was pretend to be sweeping just outside.  When one of the kids entered I just grabbed the door before it closed.  If they really didnt want me to enter they would have put a guard there or at least a double door entry system or something.

What I seen inside the door looked no different than all the other secure areas I had been in.  Just a long carpeted hallway with doors on each side.  The kid that had opened the door for me went 3 doors down and entered one of the rooms.

I had been thinking about this secure area for over two weeks by this point.  So, it was a little anti climatic to discover it wasnt any different.  Im not sure exactly what I expected.  I guess I just expected it to at least look fancier or something.  Nope, the same old beige walls and boring tan carpet.

While the place looked boring, I was still excited.  I had reliable intel that Danielle was in one of these rooms right now.

There were two ways for me to find out which one.  The fastest and safest way would be to go to the video room at the end of the hall.  All of the other secure areas had one so this one probably did also.  The video room recorded camera feeds from all the rooms.  

I visited the other secure areas at least once a week to vacuum the floors and such.  So I had been there enough times to know that no one actually manned the video room.  It was just there to house the equipment.  I can only guess they use the videos for training purposes or maybe to help evaluate the instructors.  The recordings are encrypted on disk drives and require a password in order to view.  However, you can watch the live feeds on the monitors as they get sent to the recorders.

I didnt want my first viewing of Danielle to be on a monitor though.  So, I opted for plan B which was the more stupid and dangerous option.  

I knew from the other secure areas that the rooms are in pairs.  The first door goes to a training room; the next door to a tiny observation room.  There is a one-way mirror between the rooms.  

While they are called observation rooms, they are really just break rooms for the instructors.  There are always 20 to 30 minutes here and there where the instructors will leave the kids alone in the rooms either tied up or performing some demeaning task.  During that time the instructors go into the observation room and watch TV, lay back and relax or what have you.  All they have to do was look through the mirror occasionally to make sure the student is okay.  That is how it works in the other secure areas and there was no reason to believe this area would be different.

That in mind, me sticking my nose into one of those observation rooms was not very smart.  But then, just standing in the hall wasnt very smart either.  An instructor could step out into the hall at any moment.

Luckily, the first observation room I entered was empty.  Unfortunately, the training room was also.  So, I cracked the door open and peaked outside.  The hall was still empty so I opened the door directly across the hall from me.  This observation room was empty also but the speakers were on and I could hear an instructor barking orders.  This told me the training room was occupied.

I went inside the observation room and closed the door behind me.  What I seen when I looked through the observation window/mirror didnt surprise me.  A student was bent over an instructors lap and was getting a bare hand spanking.  At this point in my employment Id seen at least 30 or 40 similar spankings.

I was disappointed, however, to discover that the student wasnt Danielle.  This kid had black hair and Danielle was a blonde.  

Sneaking into these observation rooms was very dangerous and my heart was beating a mile a minute.  So, I decided to stand there for a moment so I could calm down a little.  It didnt work.  All it did was give me more time to think about how dangerous and stupid it all was.  

I really love this job and every logical thought in my brain was screaming for me to just leave.  However, it was my desire to see Danielle naked that was really driving me.  And if Danielle was getting spanked or sexually trained while I watched just the thought was almost enough to make me cum in my pants.

As I stood there looking through the window/mirror I wasnt really focusing on much.  I was mainly just deep in thought.  However, the longer I stared the more I started to take in.  Of course, the first thing I paid attention too was the students body.  She had long black hair and looked to be about 13 or 14.  She had small breasts for her age but they were still cute.  Her ass looked pretty cute also.  It was a nice shape and a pretty shade of red thanks to the instructors efforts.

As good looking as the girl was, her body only kept my interest for about a minute.  Ive seen tons of naked girls by now and this one wasnt even on full view thanks to her position over the instructors lap.

So, I started paying more attention to the punishment itself.  I watched how hard the instructor hit the kid and how loud the girl screamed in pain.  

I got a little confused though when I heard the instructor speaking to the kid between hits.  Some of what the instructor said seemed normal but some of it just sounded weird to me.

I hear one of your instructors found the toilet seat raised after you left a bathroom stall the other day, the instructor said as he delivered a hit.

The nurse also found your estrogen levels are pretty low.  Have you been tossing your pills in the trash again?

What the fuck is he talking about? I thought to myself.  

Im smart enough to know what estrogen is.  Or at least I have an idea of what it is.  However, I had no idea why a girl as young as this one would need to be taking pills for it.  And exactly who cares if a student leaves the toilet seat up or not?  This school is pretty strict but it isnt THAT strict.

I was still running these and other questions over in my head when the girl was finally allowed off the instructors lap.  The girl turned toward me and all my questions were instantly answered.  To my horror, the student wasnt a girl at all.  She was a he!

I didnt get much time to work out exactly what all of this meant.  While I was still getting over the initial shock, I heard the instructor say he would  be right back.  He then headed toward the door.  

I knew there was a 99 percent chance he was headed to this observation room so I bolted.  If I was lucky, I had just enough time to make it out of this observation room and into the one across the hall before the instructor exited the room.  At worst, he would see the other door closing.  However, he would probably think nothing of it.

Of course, as I was bolting from the first room there just happened to be an instructor in the hallway already.  And I ran right into him.  It didnt take him and the other instructor long to figure out what was going on and what I had witnessed.

2.

My father and the Dean go back and forth for at least 15 minutes.  I know Im fucked though by the 10 minute mark.  It was then that my dad stopped trying to get me out of whatever punishment the Dean was eluding too.  Instead, my dad started negotiating terms.  

The terms dont reveal much about the punishment.  The only thing that is clear is that it is going to be severe.  I swallow hard when I hear them talking about the length of the punishment.  They arent talking about days or weeks, they were negotiating years!  My dad is arguing for just one year.  The Dean wants five!  My dad goes up a year but the Dean refuses to go down any.  My dad goes to three years, then four but the Dean holds his ground.  The entire negotiation continues like this.  My father all but begs for something but the Dean sticks to his guns.

Finally, my dad sighs in defeat, gives me a sad look and then relents to all of the Deans demands.  Apparently I have no say in the matter.  Not that I dare speak up.  I know Im already in deep shit.

The Dean finally exits the room and gives me an evil grin as he passes. I expect him to give me a long lecture or something but he just keeps walking.  My dad calls me into his office.

There is anger in my dads eyes, but not as much as I expect.  Mostly he just seems very disappointed and somewhat sad.  He motions for me to sit, so I do.

You know I have high hopes for you, right? he says as he sits.  It is my plan for you to someday take over my position at the school; just like I did with my father.  That is why I got you the job as janitor.  Both your grandfather and I started out as janitors and worked our way up to headmaster.

None of this is news to me.  This is almost the exact same speech dad gave me on my first day here.  However, the tone in which he is saying it now is completely different.  There was a sound of hope in the first speech.  Not so much in this one.

We can still make this happen, dad continues.  However, the road to getting there has changed.  Its going to be a lot harder, especially for you.  To put it bluntly, you are fired from your job as janitor.  From now on you will be a student instead.

Getting fired is no surprise.  Becoming a student is.

But Im a boy.

I say it before I remember what I had seen earlier in the day.  I had been so concerned about how much trouble I was in that I hadnt really thought much about what I had witnessed.  I put the pieces together pretty fast though.

No way! I yell as I stand.  I wont do it!

I told him you were too old, my dad says with a sigh.  Its not fair to subject you to this at such an old age.  All the other boy students start no later than 7 or 8.  They adapt to it much easier at that age.

If it isnt fair then why agree to it then!? I growl.

Dad pauses for a moment.  I can tell he is trying to think up a good argument.  He doesnt seem to be able to think of one though.  My guess is that he is just trying to save his own job.  In a small way I dont blame him.  It is probably one of the best jobs on the planet.  How many other jobs allow you to molest children on a daily basis?

Do you think I like this any more than you!? my dad counters.  Do you think I want my only son to be turned into some kind of sissy?

My dad gives me a look of shock.  It is clear he didnt mean to say that last part.  We both know it is true but it is a horrible thing for a father to say.  Especially if he knows his son might soon become said sissy.  

Its really not as bad as it sounds, my dad says rather unconvincingly.  Some parents pay a shit load of money to get their boys into this school.  The school is extremely picky on which boys they allow also.  

You will be getting the best education possible.  Plus, Im sure you already know how many doors are opened for Humbled graduates.  They would gladly give you my job when I step down.  Hell, with a few extra years of college you could even become a teacher here.

I cant believe my father is actually trying to play this up as a good thing.  I especially cant believe he still has hopes of me some day following in his footsteps.  I no longer want to have anything to do with the school, not considering what they want to do to me.

No, I finally say as calmly as I can.  Im not going to dress up and act like a girl and they cant make me.  You can always have Amber, Beth or Mary take over for you when you step down.

My dad brings his left hand to his face and uses his thumb and index finger to rub his eyelids lightly.  It is hard to tell if he is thinking hard or just trying to rub away a headache.  Finally, he picks up the phone and dials an extension.

Is everything ready? my dad asks into the headset.

Is what ready? I wonder.

Come with me, my father says as he hangs up the phone and stands.  There is something I want you to see.

As we walk down the hallway I know exactly where we are headed.  Right back to where this whole mess started.  We reach the door and it surprises me to find that my dad has the card and pass code to enter.  This clearly isnt his first time in the area.  Im too scared and angry to really comprehend what that might mean.

He holds the door open and motions for me to enter.  Every instinct tells me to turn and run.  This is my father though.  Im supposed to trust and obey him.  Most of the trust is already out the window.  However, I just dont have it in me to disobey him.

My father was always busy with work or something, so I mainly grew up interacting with my three sisters and my mother.  All four females are older than me.  All four of them also always tell me what to do.  I dont think I became any less masculine because of it.  However, I am nowhere near as masculine/dominate as my father is.  So, when he tells me to do something I fucking do it.  I might have hesitated this time, but I still obey. 

As we walk down that long hallway I feel like Im being led to the electric chair.  There is something about the way my dad is being so silent as we walk.  Plus, it didnt escape my attention that he is now walking behind me instead of in front of me.  That means he will be blocking any escape I might attempt.

There is little doubt where we are headed.  There is a larger training area at the end of each hall in the other secure areas.  Im certain this hall is no different.  Especially considering that particular door is already wide open.

I slow my pace as we get closer.  I dont halt though until I hear the voices.  The voices are overlapping so I guess there has to be at least 5 or more people in the room.

I start to back away but quickly bump into my father.  He nudges me forward but I resist.  He becomes even more persistent.  This pretty much confirms my worst nightmare.  I dont know exactly what they have planned for me in that room but it isnt going to be good.

I like to think I have a large dick.  However, I have to admit that the rest of my body is rather small for my age.  I still give my dad a run for his money though.  What I lack in strength I make up for in agility.  For an instant I almost get away from my dad but he gets a hold on my left wrist as I try to zip past him.

Get your asses out here and help me, my father growls as he struggles to get full control of me again.

A few seconds later I have at least four more hands grabbing at me.  I dont stand a chance at this point and Im easily being dragged into the room.  I keep struggling though even after the door closes behind us.

3.

I continue to struggle as Im dragged across the room.  As Im being pulled by the other men I notice my dad has stopped at the door and is talking to Dean Miller again.

Maybe it is best if you dont stay for this.

Its hard to hear over my own yelling but I think this is what the Dean tells my father.  My father gives me a worried look and then opens the door and leaves the room.

Help me! I beg but he doesnt even look back.

Fucking coward!

Yeah, I dont actually yell that but I sure as hell am thinking it.  Hes my father.  Hes supposed to be protecting me, not abandoning me to these assholes.  And the reason he was doing it pisses me off even more.  Just so he can keep his fucking job.  Hes held the position for about 18 years.  Isnt that long enough?

It would be several days later before it dawns on me that my father was protecting more than just his job.  He also has my three sisters to worry about.  They were only allowed to go to school here because he is faculty.  

The only thing worse than not being a graduate from the Christian School of Humility is having the stigma of having once been a student but then dropped from the school for whatever reason.  People always assumed the worst of these prior students.  My sisters would be so disgraced that we would probably have to move out of the state.

While all of this eventually occurs to me, Im too scared and angry right now for any kind of rational thought.  All I can think about is trying to get loose.

Three men have a hold on me but I still dont give up.  With my father gone, they start getting more aggressive.  I bite one of them and that earns me a very hard slap across the face.  When I say hard, I mean hard!  I actually see stars and the whole side of my face feels like it is on fire.

That calmed him down, one of the men laughs.  

I know that voice.  Its Victor Sanchez.  Hes an instructor at the school and a close friend of our family.  Hes single with no family in the area, so he often visits us on the weekends.  We also often invite him for holiday celebrations.

Victor is a mean looking Mexican.  Hes also my dads age, if not older.  Still, Ive always thought of him as an uncle.  Hell, growing up I think Victor spent more time with me than my father.  Well, quality time anyway.

Victor, help mmph! my plea is cut off by a ball gag being placed in my mouth.

I jerk my head back and forth to make it harder for them to tie the gag in place.  It does little good.  

My hands are next.  They pull them behind my back and I feel cold steel against my left wrist.  There is a clicking sound and then the cuff is secure.  My right hand is stronger but they easily cuff it as well.

As they step back I lunge forward in an effort to get back to my feet.  Unknown to me, the cuffs are attached to an eyebolt anchored in the floor.  I discover this very fast.  Im quickly halted by the cuffs but not before my momentum causes severe pain in my wrists and arms.

I continue to scream behind the gag but very little of the noise escapes.  My physical struggles come to a complete stop.  Even in my panicked state, Im able to reason there just isnt anything I can do.  Struggling only hurts my arms and wrists more.  

On top of everything else, I quickly discover that my air flow is hindered significantly thanks to the gag.  I stop screaming and try my best to suck in oxygen.  My lungs begin to burn and I start to panic.  This only hinders my breathing further.  My head starts to spin and for a moment I think Im going to pass out.  However, the dizziness causes me to calm down and I gradually recover.

When I look up I see the Dean and the other three men walking out the door.  The Dean gives me that evil smile again as he leaves.  To my shock, Victor gives the same smile.  Of all people, I expected him to be the most concerned for me.  Yet, he looks almost like he is happy about all of this.

When the door closes behind them all that is left in the room is myself and two women.  I barely noticed them until now.  Earlier they just stood in the corner and watched.  They continue to watch for a minute and then walk over to in front of me.

They are very beautiful.  One has long black hair and the other red.  They both have slender bodies.  Their breasts only look to be a C cup at best, but the rest of their curves are to die for.  In any other situation I would be getting hard right now.  However, Im too scared for that.  Their black leather S&M outfits arent helping matters.  Normally these type of outfits turn me on.  With them focusing on me like this the outfits just seem to scare the shit out of me. 

We are your trainers, one of them announces.

Im pretty sure her name is Drew and the other woman is Casey.  Ive seen them roaming the halls before.  When I asked about them I was told they were specialty trainers.  Everyone has vague titles like that so I never bothered to find out exactly what their specialty was.  Im pretty sure I know now though.

It makes sense I guess.  Who better to train a boy how to be a girl than another girl?  

Cut the bitchs clothes off, Drew says as she hands Casey a pair of scissors.

Who are you calling a bitch, bitch! I think.  Yeah, it is probably a good thing I have the ball gag on right now.

I scoot back as Casey approaches.  Those are some sharp looking fucking scissors.  I dont get far before the cuffs stop me.  I think about kicking at her but that doesnt seem that wise.  So, I hold as still as possible while she slowly cuts away all my clothes.  She could have just pulled my pants off but she chooses to cut them as well.

It isnt long and Im completely naked.  I blush but Im not sure why.  Ive stood naked in front of entire classrooms of kids.  Why should just 2 women embarrass me?  I guess its just something about the way they are looking at me.  Im sure it also has to do with what they plan to do to me whatever exactly that might be.

Casey stands back and puts her free hand to her chin like she is inspecting me or maybe thinking about something.

What do you think we should call her? Casey asks.  Janice?

Casey stares right into my eyes as she says this to Drew.  It makes me want to slap the bitch.  However, it also makes me blush further.

Why not just call her Jackie? Drew replies with a giggle.

Thats a little too close to her real name isnt it? Casey says as she gives Drew a concerned look.  The other students might realize who she really is.

Yeah, good point, Drew replies.  Janice it is.

Great, my new name is Janice.  

Do you like your new name, Janice? Casey asks.
 
I just stare at her in response.

I cant reply.  Im gagged you dumb bitch, I try to say with my eyes.

Casey steps forward and reaches out with her right foot.  She has my dick under the toe of her foot before I have time to back away.  She then starts pressing down hard.  The pain is severe.

I guess Im the real dumb one because as it turns out you can actually communicate very well with a gag in your mouth.

Ysph! I scream into the gag as I rapidly nod my head up and down.

As she steps away I look down expecting to find a bloody mess of goo where my dick used to be.  To my surprise, my dick looks completely undamaged.

She learns fast, Drew giggles.

I blush but Im also very pissed.  You have to keep in mind that Ive spent the last 4 weeks or so ordering girls aroundwith the exception of a few female teachers of course.  And even those teachers showed respect when asking me to assist them.  So, Im sure you can imagine how upsetting it is to have these bitches talking down to me like this.

My anger quickly turns to panic when I see what Drew is holding.  Its a training harness.  Ive seen a few of these during my time here.  It has a leather strap that goes around the waist like any other belt.  However, there is an additional strap that goes between the legs and attaches at the front and back of the waist strap.  

You see some of the older girls wearing them from time to time but it is a lot more common to see the younger ones wearing them.  That is because the strap that goes between the legs has attachments for holding dildos and/or butt plugs.  You make the younger girls wear them in order to stretch their holes.  The older girls wear them more as punishments.

I start fighting the cuffs as Drew walks toward me with the harness.  No fucking way am I allowing that bitch to put one of those on me.  As she kneels down I can see a butt plug is attached to the harness just like I fear.  I kick out at her but she is just out of reach.

This is for your own good, Drew says as she waits for me to calm down.  In time you will even come to enjoy your plugs.

Yeah, fat fucking chance of that.  Ive had a few students rub their fingers on my asshole but that is about as close as Ive ever come to having anything pushed inside it.  I admit the fingers did feel good, but that is a far cry from sticking a plug up your ass.

We can do this the easy way or the hard way, Drew says.

Just as she finishes saying this there is a whoosh following by loud crack of thunder.  In the enclosed room it sounds almost like a gun being fired.  My eyes get big when I see Casey holding a nasty looking whip.  

I swallow hard.  Ive seen whips like this in the classrooms but Ive never actually seen one used.  There is one 12-year-old I seen naked a couple weeks back that had a series of welts on her back.  I didnt ask but Im pretty sure it was caused from one of these whips.

Suddenly, the harness doesnt seem as bad.  Still, as Drew reaches for my right foot I debate whether I should kick her or not.  I know I will look like a pussy if I just give in.  Yet, I also know nothing will really be gained from it.  Except a lot of pain from that fucking whip.  So, I fight the urge and let her slide the thing up my legs.

The waist section of the belt can easily be opened.  So, there is no need for her to slide them up my legs like a pair of underwear.  Putting them on this way also makes her a lot more vulnerable to my legs.  Something tells me she is hoping I will act out.  I actually feel a sense of victory in my refusal to be goaded into her trap.

That sense of victory quickly disappears when I feel the plug poking at my rosebud.  I got a good look at the plug earlier.  It is only about an inch and a half thick but it is at least 6 inches long.  Thankfully, it also looked like it had been coated with a lubricant.

Mmph! I groan behind the gag as Drew pushes harder against my tight hole.

Come on sugar, give that asshole to mommy, Drew purrs.  Be a good girl and just let it happen.

God, they are really doing it! I think to myself.  This is really happening!

Tears start to fall from my eyes.  Until now a part of me still had hope that all of this was a dream or some kind of sick joke.  But it isnt.  They are actually going to train me!

My ankles are up on Drews shoulders which still leaves me the option of kicking her away.  I cant find the willpower to do it.  The hopelessness of the situation is just too overpowering.

Thats a good girl, Drew says as the plug slowly slides in.  Just let it in.  You were born for this.

I close my eyes tight and try to ignore what Drew is saying and doing to me.  It doesnt work.

Ugh! I grunt as the last of the plug slides inside me.

God, I cant believe how deep it is!  I know it is only about 6 inches long but it felt more like a foot.  I grunt a few more times as Drew tightens all the straps on the harness.  A second later my feet slide off Drews shoulders and back to the floor.  This causes the plug to alter its position inside me.  Its uncomfortable but not necessarily painful.

Now comes the fun part, Casey says as she approaches with a long hose.

I dont know what she has planned but I doubt it will be fun at least not for me.

Resistance at this point is useless so I just stare in curiosity as she attaches the hose to the bottom of my harness.  

Casey steps back and then gives her attention to a device the other end of the hose is attached too.  She gives me an evil grin and then hits a switch.

No! I try to yell as I feel the plug start to expand inside me.

The plug keeps expanding until it reaches the point of actual pain.  Then it comes to a halt.  I take deep breaths as my insides try to adjust to the new size. 

A minute later I sigh in relief as the plug slowly deflates.

I set the machine on a loop, Casey informs me.  It will continue to get bigger and smaller until we turn it off.  It has a pressure sensor so it shouldnt get much more painful than it already has.  However, as you loosen up it will get bigger.

You will be nice and stretched out by the time we turn this baby off, Drew interrupts with a giggle.

At that, the two of them walk to the door and open it.

If you work hard you can probably dislodge the hose, Casey informs me.  Just keep in mind that if that hose isnt in place come morning then you are going to get a taste of the whip.

I scream through the gag as they step out of the room and close the door.  It is 5 p.m. at the latest.  That means they plan to leave this fucking thing on me for at least 13 or 14 hours!

Mmph! I grunt as I feel the plug growing again.

As Casey promised, the plug is about as painful as the last inflation.  I roll to my side on the cold floor in hopes to relieve the pressure a little.  It works.  A second later, however, I feel the plug expand further and the pain is back.

I bite my lip and bear through it.  A minute later a wave of relief washes over me as the plug finally deflates again.  All too soon though it is inflating once more.
 
The pain isnt unbearable, but it is just enough to encourage me to find yet a more comfortable position.  There is just enough slack in the chain attached to my cuffs to allow me to get into a doggy position.  Of course, my hands are behind my back so I end up with my face and shoulders against the floor with my ass high up in the air behind me.

This new position relieves the pressure further.  However, like before, the machine just compensates by inflating the plug further.  

The next rotation is worse.  I discover Im already in the best position and the only way to relieve the pain is to try to relax my insides so they arent so taunt.  But again, the machine just compensates and the pain is back.

This happens rotation after rotation.  The plug inflates, I try to relax my insides, and the plug just inflates further.

By the 10th inflation I have a sheen of sweat on me and Ive become well aware there is no escape from the pain.  However, I just cant stop myself from trying.  I find it both frustrating and humiliating that all Im managing to do is assist the machine in stretching my insides.

I suddenly get a horrific thought.  The Dean and several others might be watching me from the observation room.  I glance behind me toward the large mirror but of course there is no way for me to know for sure.  However, as I look back I realize the view Im giving them.  My ass is raised up high and pointed right at them.

I blush but I dont bother to change my position.  I have much bigger things to worry about, like that plug growing inside me again.

Around the 20th inflation I get the bright idea of squeezing my anal muscles prior to the next inflation.  The plan is to gradually release the muscles so that I get brief moments of pain relief.  It works, but it is a lot of work.  By the 30th inflation my anal muscles are tired out and I have no choice but to just bend there and let the machine have its way with me.

4.

I wake the next morning to the sound of someone entering the room.  To my horror, I feel the plug still working at my asshole.

Sometime last night I got so exhausted that I fell over onto my side and fell asleep.  I also vaguely remember someone removing my gag and giving me something to drink.  I have no clue when that might have happened though.  My brain was mush by then and it seemed more like a dream than reality.  The only reason I know it wasnt a dream was because the gag is still gone.

Whoever it was, they must have also lowered the setting on the plug.  Either that or my body has just gotten used to the pain.  There is still discomfort but the sharp pains are no longer there each time the plug inflates.

Please, I beg when I see Casey standing over me.

You made a bit of a mess, Casey giggles.

I lift myself up with my left hand to a half sitting position.  As I look down I see a couple pools of drool on the floor.  It takes me a moment to realize my hands are now free.  Im about to yank the hose from my harness and run for the door when I notice a chain attached to my ankle.  I follow the chain with my eyes and find it is attached to the same eyebolt my hands had been.

It is just as well.  Im so tired that Im sure Casey could have easily caught and overpowered me.  If that happened then I would surely end up getting the whip.  It would be a shame to have endured this fucking plug all night just to get whipped anyway.

Lick your mess up and I will remove your harness, Casey whispers to me.

Despite my weakened state, I get a strong urge to grab her by the neck and choke the life out of the bitch.  I know it would be stupid to even try.  Even if I was strong enough, Drew no doubt was sitting in the observation room watching us.

Still, licking the mess off the floor is out of the question.  No way am I going to do that.  I dont say this but I can tell Casey can read it on my face.

Casey doesnt get angry.  She just walks over to the machine and turns a knob.  A second later I feel the pressure inside me build until it starts to become painful.  It is even a little more painful than it had been the day before.

We will try this again tomorrow morning, Casey says as she starts to walk toward the door.

No! Ill do it! I say in a panic.  

There is no way I could survive another 24 hours with this machine attached to me.  My hands are now free so I could remove the hose if I wanted.  However, that would mean the whip.  Licking the spit off the floor was better than either of those options.

Casey opens the door but doesnt walk through it.  Instead she turns and looks my direction.  She doesnt say anything but it is clear I have to act now or she is going to turn again and leave.

Other than the drool, the floor is rather clean.  Still its fucking drool! I try to convince myself the drool was once in my body already so it cant be all that bad.  It is a logical argument but it doesnt help any.  

I lower my face anyway and stick my tongue out.  I then let my tongue swipe across one of the pools.  The spit is cold but pretty tasteless.  I gag anyway.  

I hear the door shut and see Casey walking back toward me.  Encouraged, I continue to lick at the mess.

Thats a good girl, Casey whispers as she kneels down next to my face.  Thats rule number one.  If you make the mess then you clean it up.

I blush in humiliation as I swallow my drool.  I just cant believe this is happening to me.  Just yesterday I felt like the king of the mountain.  Now Im basically powerless.  I feel like such a pussy for giving in so easily.  Yet, what would be the point in manning up?  Sure, I would get a few minutes of manly pride but it would be followed by several minutes of me crying like a bitch as they whipped me.  Then there would probably days of me whimpering from the cuts left behind.

The other pool of drool is a good 3 feet away.  I dont remember much from last night so who knows how I got drool all the way over here.  It doesnt even seem possible that my face could reach that far considering how I was tied up.  I dont give it much thought.

I swipe my tongue across it and get a good spoon full into my mouth.  As I swallow I notice there is an odd taste to it.  I also notice that there is a lot more consistency to it.  I go to lick again when it suddenly dawns on me what this might be.  I give it a good sniff.

Drink it down sugar, Casey whispers to me.  You need your protein.

Caseys comment confirms my suspicion.  Its cum!  I back away from it and try to get my stomach under control.  I cant believe I just swallowed cum!

An even bigger concern is the question of whos cum it is?  Did the Dean come in last night and jack off on me? I wouldnt put it past the sick bastard.  I then remember what Casey told me about cleaning my own mess up.  I look down at my somewhat soft dick and to my shock I see a milky translucent fluid very slowly oozing out.  Casey notices my confusion.

The plug is pressing deep inside you against your clit, she giggles. 

I realize she is talking about my prostate.  I know what the prostate is and what its for, but I never knew it could cause this to happen.

Casey walks to a shelf, grabs the whip and walks back toward me.  I quickly dip my head back down and lick at the pool of cum.  

Hmm, Casey says as though she is surprised Im actually licking the goo up.

Im guessing that prior students had to be whipped before they did something this disgusting.  Im not sure if I should be proud that Im smarter than them or sad because I pussied out so easily.  Im too busy trying not to be sick to decide.

I gag in between each swallow and it takes me a couple minutes to clean the spot up.  This is by far the most disgusting thing Ive ever done in my life.  I will admit that Ive always wondered what cum tasted like.  It was just a natural curiosity.  However, I never once contemplated actually tasting it.  

Good job Janice, Casey says as she puts the whip away.

It takes me a moment to remember why she called me Janice.  I look up at her in anger at the use of my new name.  Well, that and what she just made me do.

Put this on, Casey commands.

I immediately recognize the item she is holding out to me.  Its a shock collar.  I should have known this was coming.  

It isnt often that the school accepts older girls.  Even then they require the girl to have prior specialized training.  Dont ask me where they get that training.  Maybe there are special tutors you can hire or something.  Anyway, you can always tell these late enrollees because they wear shock collars all day.  

My dad says the collars help motivate the girls to learn faster so they can catch up with all the other students.  Im sure there is some truth to that.  However, I suspect the collars are more of a glorified leash to keep the girls under control and possibly even to keep them from running away during the transition period.

From what Ive heard, how many months the girls wear the collars seems to vary.  I obviously is based on how well they adapt.  There are currently 5 students in the school wearing them.  Yeah, I keep track of them.  They are usually the most fun to play with since they are often more reluctant to obey.  It always feels a little kinkier, almost like you are raping them or something.

One of the girls is 13-years-old.  Im told she has been here for almost a year.  I cant imagine wearing something like this for that long.  All of the other girls are 10 and below though.  They will probably only wear theirs for 6 months.

I swallow hard at the thought of how long they might require me to wear this blasted contraption.  Ive seen the collar in action before.  It doesnt look pleasant at all.  All it takes is one small press of a button on a remote and the girl drops to her knees in agony.

Yeah, there is no way I want to put this fucking thing on.  Once I have this on they will be able to make me do about anything.  I guess they can already do that via the whip.  Still, with the whip they at least have to catch me first.  With the collar they could probably bring me to my knees from a block away.

Put the fucking collar on! Casey growls.

The tone of her voice makes me cower.  It is a drastic change from her normal sweet sounding voice.  Or at least I assume that is her normal tone.  

I see no acceptable alternative so I quickly put the device on.  Once it is in place she checks it to make sure the locking mechanism is working.  She then removes a key and unlocks my ankle.

The instinct to run for the door is great.  Casey is even standing off to the side, thus giving me a clear path.  Im not that stupid.  Smaller kids might fall for this trap but Im not about too.  If she doesnt have the remote on her then someone behind the mirror probably does.

Hmm, Casey says again.

I guess I surprised her again by not making a break for it.  Im a bit insulted that she thinks Im that stupid.

Stand up and bend over, Casey orders with a sweet voice this time.

My legs are stiff and weak but I manage to obey.  I stand there on shaking legs as she fiddles with the harness.  I pray she is going to take it off but she doesnt.  She just waits for the plug to inflate again and then removes the hose.  The plug must have a specialized valve because it stays inflated despite the hose being unhooked.

Drink this, Casey says as she hands me a plastic cup.

I look in the cup expecting to find something disgusting.  Im pleased to find it is full of chocolate milk.  The inflated plug is giving me stomach cramps but Im extremely thirsty and hungry.  I give it a tentative taste and confirm it tastes good.  The rest I gulp down in seconds.

Thanks, I whisper as I hand her back the cup.

Follow, Casey commands as she walks toward a door in the back of the room.

The inflated plug makes me feel like Im about to give birth to a football or something.  It is very uncomfortable and I find it extremely hard to walk.  I have to bow my legs and go to my tiptoes in order to relieve some of the discomfort.  Even then I can still feel the plug trying to shift around inside me.  The fit is too tight though and all it manages to do is tug at my guts.

Oh.  Oh.  Oh, I grunt over and over as I follow.

Casey stops at the door and giggles as she watches me catch up to her.  I imagine I must look pretty silly.  I dont find much humor in it though.

The bathroom is very large.  The bathrooms in the other secure areas are the same size so Im not surprised.  This one has a few added features but the overall layout is the same.  There are three toilets, sinks and showers.  There are no doors on the toilet or shower stalls of course.  There are also three lockers with locks on them.  I assume they belong to instructors.

I can hear water dripping in one of the showers as I walk across the cold concrete floor.  Im not sure where she wants me to go so I stop in the center of the room.

Ill be back in 30 minutes, Casey informs me.  While Im gone I want you to remove the plug and clean it in the sink.  Then you can use the toilet.

As she says this, Casey presses something against the back of my harness and I hear air being released from the plug.  She only removes about half of the air.  It feels much more comfortable in my guts but I can tell it is still rather big.

She walks back to the door and hits a switch on the wall which turns some additional lights on as well as a ventilation fan.  She then walks on out.  A few seconds later I hear her leave the outer room as well.

Im shocked to be left alone like this so much so that I dont think to ask right away how Im supposed to remove the rest of the air from the plug.  I think about running after her so I can ask.  However, she is already in the hall and Im scared they will think Im trying to escape.  So, I reach down and start fiddling with the harness.

Unhooking the harness takes me very little effort.  The harness slips away leaving the plug behind.  After putting the harness down I start fiddling with the plug itself.  I expect to find a relief valve of some kind but I dont.  

As I feel around back there I discover that the inflated section sticking out of my ass seems to be a good 2 inches wide!  That seems impossible.  I wonder how big it was before Casey removed some of the air.  I try to push the thought out of my head.

I fiddle with the plug for another 5 minutes but find it impossible to deflate.  Slowly I realize there is only one way to get it out of me.  I need to force it out.

I use my right hand to tug on it.  The diameter increases as it starts to slide out.  I only get it about a quarter of the way out before it becomes too painful and I have to let it slip back inside.

I think about just leaving it in but decide against it.  If Casey comes back and the plug is still in then she will probably use the shock collar or whip me.  Or worse, she will leave the plug in for another day.

It takes me a few minutes but I convince myself to try to expel it out.  I squat in front of the sink but at the last moment decide it might be best if I just sit on one of the toilets.  It certainly will make for easier cleanup if more than just the plug pops out.

I sit on the toilet and give a small push with my bowels.  Im just testing the waters and not actually trying to push the plug out yet.  It is a lot more comfortable in this position but my ass ring still hurts each time I push.

Do it, I tell myself.  Just do it!

However, each time I go to push harder I chicken out.  Im scared of the pain I know will happen.  Im also scared I might actually injure myself.

I decide to give a few more test pushes in hopes my ass ring might stretch a little.  I must have pushed a hair too hard on one test because all of a sudden something inside my ass took over.

Ahhh! I yell as my ass ring stretches further and further.

Right when Im sure my asshole is going to rip I reach the half-way point and the rest of the plug quickly shoots out of my ass and into the toilet bowl.  For a moment I fear I might have turned my asshole inside out.

Ah! Fuck! I grunt as I lean forward trying to catch my breath.

Finally, I grab some toilet paper and wipe.  As I do so I can feel that my hole is still gaping.

It takes me a moment to get the nerve to stand and look into the bowl.  To my surprise it isnt as bad as I thought it would be.  The plug is dirty but the water in the bowl has already cleaned most of it off.  This is good to see but I am even more relieved to find very little blood.

Takes me a moment but I get the nerve up to pull the plug from the toilet and carry it to the sink.  As I wash it off I can already feel my bowels readjusting.  Or at least that is what I think it is at first.  However, it quickly becomes clear the cramps I feel are leading up to something else.

With the plug clean, I hurry to the toilet and sit down.  It starts out almost like a normal bowel movement but soon becomes something very unnormal.  It feels like my whole insides are shooting out of me.  The smell becomes overwhelming and I have to flush the toilet several times during the process.  Im very thankful for the ventilation fan overhead.

For a few seconds I wanted to kiss Casey for turning that fan on.  However, I start to put the puzzle together.

That bitch! I whisper to myself.

That wasnt chocolate milk she gave me.  That was some kind of Ex-lax!  Havent I been through enough in the past 24 hours?  Cant they give me just a little break?

I get a horrible thought.  Sure enough, I look up and see a video camera mounted on the far wall.  I blush profusely at the knowledge that all of this is being caught on tape.

Im grunting and groaning on the toilet for another 20 minutes before my guts finally settle down.  When they do I feel good, yet so hallow inside.  In fact, I feel too hollow like something is missing.  Of course, there is a lot missing now.  However, it is more than just that.  Its an odd feeling but I dont give it much thought.

Casey walks back in right when Im preparing to get up from the toilet.

Hows my little girl doing? she says with a grin.

I blush.  I wonder if she is grinning because she knows what I just went through or because she just watched it on the monitors.  I just give her an angry look in reply.  She doesnt seem to notice.  She just walks over to a cabinet and looks inside.

Please, I beg when I see her turn holding an enema bag.

5.

Im a crimson red when we leave the bathroom two hours later.  Ive never been so humiliated in all my life.  

During those two hours Casey not only gave me several enemas but had me perform a few on myself as well.  

You need to learn how to do this correctly, she informed me.  You are expected to do this every morning.

These were my first enemas but I was well aware of the concept.  Or at least I thought I was.  I was a bit surprised that enemas were a lot more complex that I suspected.  

I thought people just poured water into a bag and applied the enema.  Some people might do it that way but that isnt how its done here.  Here you are expected to use a variety of soaps, oils, salts, etc.  Casey taught me 10 different recipes.  She talked as though there were hundreds in existence.

The ones she taught me fell into three basic categories.  Some were healthier than others.  Some were meant primarily for relaxation.  And some just made you smell better.  Yes, I said smell better.  Yeah, I was thinking the same thing who cares how good you smell back there as long as you dont smell bad?

My head is spinning during the whole lecture.  I hadnt eaten anything for a long time and my insides had just been drained.  Luckily, I didnt have to memorize much since the recipes were all written down on the inside of the cupboard door.

Im so hungry and weak that I can barely walk as Casey showers me and then leads me back to the main room.  I blush even deeper when I see the Dean standing in the room.

There is now a small exercise matt in the center of the room.  Casey motions for me to kneel down on it.  The matt is only a half inch thick but it feels very comfortable compared to the hard concrete floor.  I can only guess that the matt is some kind of reward for being obedient like I really have a choice.

How is our little Janice doing? the Dean asks Casey.

Extremely well, Casey immediately replies.  You really know how to pick them.  So far she hasnt refused anything.  It is like she enjoys all of this at least on a subconscious level.

You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep quiet when I hear Caseys report.  Just because Im smart enough to avoid punishments doesnt mean I enjoy this on ANY level!

Please, let me go home, I beg.  I promise I w aah!

I suddenly lose control of my body as electricity shoots from the collar into my neck.  The pain is unlike anything Ive ever experienced before.

Sorry sir, we really havent gotten that far into her training yet, Casey says.  I assure you that by your next visit she will know when it is or isnt okay to speak.

Dean Miller doesnt reply.  He just walks over to me and runs his fingers through my hair.  I have the urge to bite at his hand but suppress it.  This man might be an ass but he is in the position to decide my future.  All it would take is one word from him and I could be let free.  Of course, it would also only take one word from him to make life for me in here exponentially worse.

Ms. Pruitt, how about you go to my office and wait for me, the Dean commands.  I want a little alone time with our girl here.

Of course, sir, Casey replies and quickly leaves.

It is the first time Ive heard Caseys last name, but Im focusing more on the order he just gave her.  Not only does the Dean want to be alone with me but he wants to ensure Casey isnt watching from the observation room.  This cant be good.

If the Dean was much smaller then I could actually use this situation to my advantage.  I bet he has something in his possession that allows him to remove this collar.  He would also make for a pretty good hostage if necessary.  Unfortunately, he is very muscular and a good 220 pounds at least.  Im a buck twenty and not that muscular at all.  Hell, after my time in the bathroom Im probably only 110 at most.

He turns and walks to a kitchenette in the back of the room.  He grabs a couple bowls.  One he fills with water.  The other sounds like he is putting something hard and dry into, like cereal.

He walks back over and hands me one of the bowls.  When I lower it to my eye line I see that it is the one full of water.  

Ah! the Dean growls when Im about to bring the bowl to my lips.  Put the bowl on the floor and drink it like a dog would.

I give him an angry look, but I comply.  Im too thirsty not too.

He kneels down next to me but I keep drinking.  Who knows when they will let me have another drink?

Good girl, he whispers as he places the other bowl next to the first.

Im starving and move my head to eat from it.  I back away though when I see whats in it.  It looks and smells like some kind of dry dog food!

I only manage to back up about 6 inches before the Dean grabs my head with his left hand and pushes me back toward the bowl.  I lift my rear end off the matt so I can try to crawl away.

Uh! I let out when I feel the Deans right hand grab my ass.  

He not only grabs my ass but slides his index and middle finger up my asshole.  I still struggle but Im way too weak and he is way too strong.

Please, I begin to beg again.

Eat it! the Dean growls.  

The tone of his voice almost makes me piss myself.  He sounds so scary and demanding that I cant help but obey.  It is clear from the tone that if I dont comply then something significantly worse was going to happen to me.

Its just food.  Its just food, I keep telling myself as I lower my head to the bowl.

The smell alone makes my stomach turn but I close my eyes tight and take a bite anyway.  I quickly discover that when it comes to dog food, a little dab will do you.  I only have 3 pieces in my mouth but it takes me a full minute to chew it up and swallow.  Its just so hard and dry that it wants to stick anywhere there is moisture.  This includes my gums, teeth, tongue everywhere.  And God is it nasty tasting.

My stomach keeps yelling that it wants to expel the disgusting substance but I force it to stay down.  My next sip of water only seems to amplify the flavor in my mouth.  It takes several more sips before the flavor finally dissipates.

Keeping myself from being sick is hard work and I have to hover over the bowl for a minute in order to catch my breath.  The Dean is patient and doesnt push on my head again until it is clear I have everything under control.

Do you know how some foods taste horrible on the first bite but actually taste good by the second or third?  Well, just for the record, dog food isnt like that.  If anything, the second mouth full is worse than the first.

Ive had my eye on you for a very long time, I the Dean say over the crunching sound of the dog food.  I tried to talk your father into enrolling you way back when you were 7.  He wouldnt have any part of it.  Thats fine, I have you now.

I stop chewing for a moment as I listen to the Dean talk.  Hes just playing mind games with me.  Isnt he?  

I knew it was just a matter of time before your dad asked me to give you a job, he continues.  The rest was a piece of cake.  I just had to wait until you started getting curious about this off limits area.  I then lower our security in this area a little.  It didnt take much.  I just repositioned our hall guard for a couple weeks and gave our special students instructions to be a little more relaxed about ensuring the door closes behind them each visit.

Now I know he is full of shit.  He might be the Dean but even he would get into trouble if others at the school found out about this.  He would never tell me all of this, not in front of the cameras.

As I think this I glance up at the camera in the corner of the room.  What I see sends a shiver of fright down my spine.  The camera is unplugged.  The cameras have a BNC cable that sends a signal to the recorders down the hall.  However, they also have a power cord that plugs into a socket right next to the camera.  It is this cord that actually powers the camera.  I always wondered what prevented the instructors from just unplugging that cord.  Now I know the answer is, nothing.

As I take a sip of water I wonder if maybe the camera is just part of the deception.  Convince me this was all prearranged and Im more likely to give up hope sooner rather than later.  Its entirely possible.

Still, as I look back some of the things the Dean is saying makes sense.  The punishment for my offense does seem rather severe.  Plus, there is the creepy way the Dean always stared at me on the rare occasions I seen him at special events.

Oh, I groan in despair as I suddenly remember an instance with the Dean when I was younger.

When I was about 9 the Dean pulled me into his lap during a Christmas party.  All of the adults were pretty drunk by this point in the party so I hadnt thought much of it.  I was old enough to know he was my dads boss and that I should behave.  So, I let him hold me for a few minutes before I struggled away so I could go play with the other kids.

It seemed harmless to me at the time.  I thought about the event for a few weeks afterward though because I remembered how big his penis had felt under me.  It was hard like mine sometimes got back then, but the Deans was WAY bigger.  It felt almost like he had a coke can in his pants or something.  While I thought about his cock a lot those few weeks, I never did so in a sexual way.  I was only 9.  I was just curious if mine would ever get that big.

I hadnt given the incident a second thought after that.  Now I realize the Dean might have actually seen me as a sexual object that night.

That was four years ago though.  That is an awfully long time to wait for well, me.  I mean, there really isnt anything special about me.  Im short, skinny and have virtually no muscle tone.  Ive overheard a few girls in my school say I look cute, but that seems a far cry from someone you would crave over for years on end.

No, he has to be lying.  He just has to be.  The alternative is just too horrifying.

Yeah, I think I will be taking a special interest in your training, he says as he pushes my face back into the food dish.

Umph, I grunt as the Dean pushes an additional finger up my asshole.

My asshole is sore from earlier but I also crave the intrusion somehow.  It feels like he is scratching a weird kind of itch deep inside me.  Its very hard to describe.  Its sort of like when you clean your ear out with a cue tip.  It feels almost orgasmic, yet at the same time it doesnt feel sexual in any way.

Mmm! I let out in surprise when his fingers touch a sensitive spot deep inside me.

I think I found your clit, he says with a laugh.

I blush as I hear him refer to my prostate in this manner.  Despite my embarrassment and anger, I have to admit that his fingers feel pretty good rubbing that spot.  It feels similar, yet very different than when the plug touched me there.  The plug just pushed against it.  The Deans fingers are actually massaging it.

The Deans left hand leaves my head but I know better than to stop feeding.  Goose bumps raise all over my body as the fingertips on his left hand softly glide over my shoulders and down my back.  They then leave my skin.

Oh! I let out when the fingers reappear against my cock.

Good girl, the Dean whispers when he finds my dick is already hard.

This discovery causes me to blush further.  I cant believe Ive allowed myself to get hard.  Having a man touch me like this is utterly disgusting.  How can I possibly get hard from it?

Mmm! I moan with pleasure as the fingers in my ass and the ones on my dick become more vigorous. 

I dont want this! a voice in my head screams.  Block it out!  Block it out!

Its no good though, the sensations are just too intense.  It isnt long and Im unable to focus on my feeding anymore.  I have a mouth full of dry dog food but I dont chew it.  I just hover over the bowl and focus on this pleasure I never knew existed.

Such a good girl, Dean Miller whispers as I start to push back against the fingers in my ass.  Your daddy would be so proud if he could see you right now.

This comment brings a whole new level to my blush.  I have a mouth full of dog food and Im getting pleasure from a mans fingers up my asshole. Im so thankful the video camera is unplugged.  I would just die if my father ever seen me like this.  Im still pretty pissed at my father but that doesnt mean I dont still care what he thinks about me.

Mmm! I protest when the fingers leave my dick.

I hump at the air for a moment in hopes of finding the fingers again.  I force my eyes open to find out why he have stopped.  I open them just in time to see him dragging the bowl of dog food out from under my face.  I watch in curiosity and then despair as he positions it directly under my dick.

Mmm! I moan in pleasure this time as his fingers resume massaging my cock.

God, those fingers feel so good.  Yet, the thought of cumming all over my breakfast is enough to make me ill.  And I just know the Dean wont be happy until Ive emptied the contents of that bowl.  If it was just the finger on my dick then I probably would have a fighting chance.  However, those fingers up my ass are doing something I just dont have a defense for.

Im going to cum! the voice in my head shouts in panic.  Im going to cum all over the dog food and hes going to make me eat it!

The voice in my head yells this over and over.  It starts out as a last ditch effort to stave off my climax.  However, as it begins this sickening thought somehow feeds the climax.

I bite down hard on the chunks of dog food as I feel the cum rocket out the end of my dick.  The cum hits so hard that I feel some of it splatter back up against my belly. The first shot is quickly followed by at least 5 more before my climax slowly subsides.  

The Dean squeezes the last of the cum out of my dick and then slowly removes his fingers from my ass and cock.  Im left with just an afterglow of my climax, a mouth full of dog food and the overwhelming humiliation of what just happened.

I start to cry as I see the Dean slowly drag the bowl of cum covered dog food out from under me and back to its rightful place next to the water dish.

6.

The rest of the day seems pretty basic even to me.  Casey goes over various school rules and then gives me a few hours of obedience training.  Dont talk unless given permission first.  Dont question orders.  Common sense stuff like that.  Simple or not, they are vital rules and Casey goes over them again and again.

I spend most of the day though just trying to forget what took place with the Dean.  It was such a humiliating and disgusting experience.  Yet I fear I will experience many more bad, if not worse, experiences with that evil man.

I held out for two shocks from the collar before the Dean could get me to eat the cum-covered dog food.  It isnt much of a victory but at least it is something I guess.  However, in the end I have to live with the knowledge that I still ate it.  He didnt let me stop until the bowl was licked clean.

The good thing is that the dog food curved my hunger.  The bad thing is that it also cleared my previously nutrient starved head.  This only allows me to focus more on the mornings events.

I mess up a few minor things during the day but Casey still gives me high praise before putting me to bed.  My ankle is chained to the floor that night but at least I didnt have to endure that damn inflatable butt plug.  I was also allowed to sleep on the soft workout matt.  Needless to say, I slept like a baby.

All of it! Drew growls.

Its morning and I find myself on the floor again in the bathroom getting an enema.  Only this time it is Drew supervising me.  Drew seems more demanding than Casey was.  Either that or Casey was just taking it easy on me the first day.

For starters, Drew is ordering me to take an entire half gallon enema.  Casey only required half that much.

I get most of the water inside me but have trouble with the last little bit.  Its just so much.  I take deep breaths though and the last of it finally drains inside me.

Not yet! Drew says as I start to get off my knees.  Stay down there for 5 minutes, then you can go to the toilet and release it.

Five minutes!  Is she insane?  My belly is bloated and extending out grotesquely below me.  It feels like it could explode at any second.  I continue the deep breaths and somehow make it the full duration.

I blush as I expel the fluid.  It comes out pretty clean but its more the thought of what Im doing.  That and the fact that this is the first time Ive done it in front of Drew.  I blush further when Drew has me stand so she can inspect the toilet bowl.

Again! she orders as she flushes the toilet.

The second half gallon enema comes out clear and to my surprise Drew is satisfied.  I was positive that Drew would make me do several enemas like Casey had yesterday.  Im not about to argue with her though.

Take a quick shower and then put those clothes on, Drew orders as she points to a small pile of clothes near one of the lockers.  Come out front once you are done.

At that, Drew walks out.  I groan when I look at the pile of clothes.  Even folded up I can easily tell its one of the standard Humbled Girl uniforms.  I can already see the short tartan skirt and black shoes.  Im sure the pile also includes knee high socks, white shirt and the neck tie.

The warm shower is relaxing.  I know better than to delay too long so I force myself to turn the water off.  I dry myself quickly and start dressing.  The pile includes everything I expected.  Plus, a little bonus a pair of cotton white panties.  

I save the panties for last.  When I cant delay any longer I finally pick them up and step into them.  I blush in front of the camera as I slowly pull them up into place.

As embarrassing as wearing this is, the clothes are better than going naked I guess.

I stop dead in my tracks as I exit the bathroom.  Standing there in her school uniform is the very angelic Danielle.  The 14-year-old whos beautiful looks got me into this mess.  If she has been coming into this secure area then she must really be a boy.  Still, Im standing just four feet away and see no evidence that she isnt actually a girl.

Whwheres Drew, I ask, not sure what else to say.

So, you are the one that got me into trouble, Danielle says, ignoring my question.

What? I ask in confusion.

The Dean said I was the reason you snuck into this area, she explains.  That cost me 8 weekends.

Why would you get into trouble for that? I ask.

Duh! Danielle says as she rolls her eyes.  Half the stuff they teach us here is how to read men.  I should have noticed you were interested in me and reported it or at least found a way to turn you away.

It makes sense but is silly at the same time.  She is only 14 years old after all.  Plus, there is something about the way she says it that makes me think she is not telling the truth.  Or, she is at least holding something back.  It seems immaterial though so I let it pass.

Sorry, I reply.

Dont worry about it, she says with a laugh.  As punishments go its not that bad.  I just have to spend the next four weekends in here with you.  Its similar to something all of us normally have to do anyway for new students.  Its part of your orientation.  There isnt much to it. I teach you a few things and answer any questions you have.  Other than that we just spend time together.  That way when you start classes you already have a friend in the school.

Um, wheres Drew, I ask again.

Arent you listening? Danielle says as she rolls her eyes once more.  Im here.  Therefore, it is the weekend.  You know its Saturday, right? Im surprised Ms. Branson even showed up today.  What did you two do in here this morning anyway?

This question makes me blush.  Danielles response did explain though why Drew had been so cranky.  It also explained why she seemed to be in such a rush.

What should we do? I ask hoping she forgets her last question.

Well, first we have to get your makeup on of course, Danielle giggles as though its an obvious answer.

Do do we have to do that? I ask.

Ah, yeah, Danielle laughs.  Come on, it will be fun!

I just stand there and watch as Danielle skips to a makeup stand at the side of the room.  I find it hard to believe this might be a boy.  I chastise myself for analyzing her curves as she skips along.  She stops at the stand and then gives me a puzzled look as she turns and sees me still in place.

Whats wrong? she asks.  Its not like youve never put makeup on before.

I feel like crying.  I hold it in.  If Danielle really is a girl then I dont want to look like a sissy says the boy wearing the skirt.

Youve never put makeup on before? Danielle asks.  Really?

For me that sounded like a very stupid question.  However, I guess it would seem odd to Danielle that all of this was completely new to me.  Still, she has seen me dressed as a boy during the past few weeks.  Does she think I just cross dressed in my off duty hours?  Well, actually she probably does.  

Your parents never trained you to be a girl? Danielle asks in confusion.

I just shake my head back and forth.

I dont understand, Danielle says.  Why would they allow you to be a student if you have no prior training as a girl?

She asks the question but again something in her voice tells me she already knows the answer.  Of course, it could just be my paranoia.  Heavens knows I have good reason to be paranoid.

Im not sure if Im supposed to talk about it, I reply.

My instinct is to tell her the whole story and beg for her help.  However, I know the Dean and the others will be expecting that.  There is probably someone on the other side of the mirror this very moment.  Besides, Im not that sure Danielle would help me anyway.  He or she seems very well, brainwashed for lack of a better word.  No, it will be better to wait until I know we arent being watched and when I know Danielle a little better.

Is everything okay, Danielle asks with a serious tone.

I can see the wheels turning in her head.  If I dont put her at ease she will eventually connect all the dots and figure my story out for herself.  I feel it is best to keep her in the dark for now.

Yes, of course it is, I tell her as I force a smile.  I just dont think they would want you to know what kinds of strings my dad and I had to pull to get me a spot in the school.

Danielle gives me a puzzled look but lets the subject drop.

Crap! Danielle says after a moment of silence.  This means Im actually going to have to teach you a bunch of stuff.  I knew this punishment was too good to be true.

An hour later and I find myself staring in the mirror in both shock and amazement.  Staring back at me is one of the most beautiful girls Ive ever seen just as beautiful as Danielle, maybe even more so.  

I really dont know what to make of it.  On one hand I find it disgusting to be wearing the makeup.  Yet, on the other hand I feel proud that I turned out looking this good.  Okay, maybe that didnt sound right.  What I mean is that if they are going to make me dress like a girl then I would rather look like a pretty one than an ugly one.  Okay, maybe that still doesnt sound right.  

I almost object when Danielle pulls my blonde wig off and replaces it with a black one.  I felt we had just gotten the perfect look so why ruin it?

Oh! Black is definitely your color, Danielle says with excitement as she rotates my chair back toward the mirror.

To my surprise I actually look even better.  This is good news considering my natural hair color is black anyway.  Wait, what am I saying?!  I cant believe I allowed myself to get so caught up in all of this.  I blame Danielle.  She is just so nice to talk too especially after what Ive been through.

During the past hour Danielle and I chatted about everything under the sun.  Except of course the one thing I was most interested in.  Was she a she or a he?

If I ask you a question will you promise you wont get mad? I finally get up the nerve to break the big question.

Shoot! she replies with a giggle.

You are very pretty, I begin.  I mean, you look like the perfect girl.  No, I mean

Am I really a boy? she giggles.

I blush and then nod.

Of course, silly, he replies.  You should never ever ask that type of question to another student though.  Not unless you are in this area of the school.  But of course if they are in this area of the school then they have to be boys.  Otherwise they wouldnt be in here.

My heart sinks when I hear Danielle is a boy.  I know the odds of him being a girl was pretty slim considering the circumstances.  Still, I had hoped I was wrong.

Im sorry, Danielle says when he sees the sad look on my face.

No, its okay, I try to assure him.  I mean, we can still be friends.

He might dress and act like a sissy but he still seems to be a very nice person.  I see no reason we cant still be friends.  Granted, Im not sure I would ever introduce him to my other male friends.  I can just imagine how they would react if they found out Danielle was a girl.  My reputation would be ruined.  God, how would they react if they found out Ive been dressed up like a girl?  I try to shake this last thought.  

Sure, Danielle replies.

I notice that Danielle seems a little sad.  Is it possible he wants to be more than just friends?

Now what? I break the silence.

Well, maybe it would help if you told me what Ms. Branson has already taught you, Danielle replies.

Actually, I think I have two trainers, I respond.  Ms. Branson and Ms um, Casey.  They havent taught me much yet though.

Theyve actually taught me a ton in the past couple days but Im too embarrassed to talk about any of it.

Did they teach you how to he starts but pauses briefly.   you know use the bathroom?

My blush is all the answer he needs.

Thank God, Danielle laughs.  That spares us a few awkward lessons.

I cant help but laugh along with her I mean him.  

Im assuming they also taught you about the plugs? he asks.

Im not sure, I reply.

After I say it I realize how stupid of a response that is.  It was a pretty basic yes or no question.  My purpose is to avoid talking about the inflatable butt plug.  Yet, that answer makes it clear they did something to me in relation to butt plugs.  Danielle isnt new here, Im sure he knows what Im trying to avoid speaking about.  Even so, at least we still dont have to say it out loud.

These, Danielle says as he opens up a cabinet.

I walk over to him and look inside.  Im thankful to see that the cabinet doesnt include the inflatable plug.  It does, however, contain 10 other normal butt plugs.  If there is such a thing as a normal butt plug.

I shake my head.

Dont worry, its not as bad as it looks, he assures me.  You start out with the smallest one.  You wear it until they tell you to move to the next size.  They will probably have go up in sizes pretty fast at first.  Dont worry, they will slow down big time once you get to about number 5 or 6.  Ive been here for almost 6 years and Im still only an 8.

I instinctively look at number 10, which is grotesquely big, and count backward to 8.  I look on in shock at the size of it.  It had to be 3, maybe 3.25 inches wide.  I cant imagine something like that fitting inside a body as small as Danielles.  Still, I was just as small and the inflatable plug looked at least that round when I took it out yesterday.  Granted, that plug wasnt solid like these appear to be.

Yeah, try wearing that all day, every day, Danielle giggles when he sees where I am looking.  It took me a long time to get used to it.  Well, Im still not used to it.

Danielle looked a little nervous as he quickly added that last sentence.  I get the feeling he is scared someone might hear his prior sentence and decide to increase him to a 9.  I cant blame him either.  The next one is at least 3.75 thick.  That size would be unbearable.  Who am I kidding, even number one looks unbearable to wear all day anyway.

Number one is only an inch and a half thick at the widest point, so Im positive I could fit it no problem. Wearing something like that all day long? That Im not sure I could handle.

Well Danielle says with a grin as she looks at me and then down at the plugs then back at me.

What? Oh! I say as I realize what he is suggesting.  I dont know.  Maybe it is best if I wait for Drew or Casey to um, show me how this is done.

Dont be a pussy, Danielle giggles.  Just grab it, lube it and push it in.

Who are you calling a pussy, sissy? I think it but dont say it.  I like Danielle too much for that.  Its not his fault they turned him into a sissy.

Come on, Danielle taunts me.  Im wearing mine.  See?

Danielle pulls his panties down turns and then flips the back of his skirt up.  I tell myself to look away but curiosity gets the best of me.  My eyes immediately focus on the huge round back end of the plug.  I cant help but also verify that he is indeed male.  I also note that his cock seems much smaller than mine.  That makes me kind of happy.  It would have been embarrassing to find out a sissy had bigger equipment than myself.

This is kind of embarrassing, I say as he lubes the plug and hands it to me.

Trust me, this isnt the most embarrassing thing you will end up doing around here, Danielle laughs.  We should be so lucky.

I want to laugh as well but that comment strikes a little too close to home.  I have already experienced much worse than this.

I take the plug from Danielle.  For a moment I think about going into the bathroom so I can perform the act in private.  I know Danielle will just call me a pussy again if I do.  So, I get my nerve up and then use my free hand to pull my panties down.  I blush as I reach back with the plug and slowly push it in.

Oh, I let out by accident.  

I planned to be tough and silent during the process but I got a wild surge of electricity in my body as my ass ring slid over the half way mark.  The rest of the plug quickly slid in and bumped up against my clitum, prostate.

As the plug pops inside I have a brief flashback of yesterdays events with Dean Miller.  The Dean was the first to touch my clit like that.  He even made me cum from it.  I wonder how long that horrible memory will stick with me.  Or will I always think of the Dean whenever I feel something in my ass?  It sickens me to think this way.  God, I cant wait until I manage to escape from this place.

I blush further when I realize that thinking about the Dean has somehow made my dick start to grow.  Its starting to tent out the front of my pleated skirt.  I quickly pull my panties up and pray Danielle didnt notice.

Danielle gives me a sly look but doesnt say anything.  If he noticed then I think he realizes it was an involuntary reflex.  Or at least I hope that is what it was.  It sickens me to think I might actually be getting hard thinking about the Dean.

Oh! Danielle says as he remembers something.  Did you remember to take your pill today?

What pill? I reply.

Your estrogen pill, Danielle answers.

As soon as she says it I remember the spanking I witnessed just prior to getting caught.  The instructor had mentioned estrogen pills also.  It only took me a second to piece it all together.  They were giving the boys female hormones so they will grow breasts.  Or at least that seems the logical conclusion.  Im pretty sure Im right.  The sissy getting spanked had breasts and so does Danielle.

Give me your hand, Danielle orders as he holds out his own.

I cautiously obey and raise my right hand.  He grabs it and looks up and down my arm on one side and then the other.  He even looks under my short sleeves.

Other one, he says as he releases my right.

He gives this arm the same treatment.

Ah! There it is, he says as he points to a spot a few inches below my left shoulder.  What did you think they were giving you when they gave you that shot?

I look closely where he is pointing and see a small red dot.  What the fuck!? When did they give me a shot?  I then remember my blackout during my first night here.  They must have given me the shot after I passed out.

You get one shot every month and take a pill every day, Danielle informs me when it is clear I wasnt aware I was getting estrogen.  Youre not the first one they have snuck estrogen on.  Some new people are here for weeks before they are told.  They just sneak the estrogen into their water and food and stuff.

Holy shit!  Theyve been drugging me!  Was it sprinkled over the dog food?  Was it in the water I drank? 

Dont worry, its harmless, Danielle says when he sees the obvious shock on my face.  It can make you a little emotional sometimes but mainly it just helps you grow boobies.  It also makes your figure look sexier.  Not that your figure doesnt look sexy already.

Oh, it just grows boobies are you insane! I feel ill just thinking about it.  I know Danielle and I live in different worlds so I bite my tongue.  He reads it in my face anyway.

You dont want boobies do you? Danielle whispers as he looks nervously toward the camera on the other side of the room.  I guess I shouldnt have told you about the estrogen.  I suppose that is why they keep it secret from most newcomers.  Dont worry, in a few weeks you will start to like the idea of having boobies.  All the other newcomers seem to.

It is clear to me that the acceptance of the drugs is probably a side effect of them.  Either that or some of the boys just pretend to accept them.  It would certainly explain why the sissy was getting spanked for it the other day.

I wont tell them you said anything, I assure him.  Im pretty sure we were talking too low for the camera microphone to pick us up from way over there.

We quickly drop this subject and start talking about other things.  In the following few hours Danielle teaches me a lot of basic stuff.  A lot of it though deals with stuff I need to know outside the secure area.  Something tells me it could be a long time before they let me out of here.  Still, they are things I might be able to impress Drew or Casey with.  It might convince them Im coming around.  Maybe get them to let their guard down a little.

Most of the instruction is pretty boring.  However, I do find it a little exciting when we go back to the makeup area.  I dont want to look like a girl but I have to admit that it is kind of cool how many different looks you can create and stuff.  To me it is more like dressing up for Halloween or doing special effects than actually becoming a girl.

The only thing I regret is letting Danielle work on my real hair.  It seems harmless and even kind of soothing to have him working on my hair like Im being pampered.  My hair is long but it doesnt even reach my shoulders.  Amazingly, Danielle manages to use irons and curlers to make it look rather cute and feminine.  I get a kick out of it until I realize I cant just brush the curls out.  He assures me though that most of the curls will be gone by morning. 

Cute!

I about jump out of my skin when I hear a male voice behind us.  Im sure I recognize the voice but I pry Im wrong.  Sure enough, I turn and find my father standing there!  I feel my face flush.

We were just I mean I stammer.  Its not what it looks like.

Working on the voice already I see, my dad changes the subject.  I like it.

Hes right.  I was talking in a slightly higher pitched voice than normal.  I hadnt even noticed. I think back and realize I started doing it about 40 minutes ago during my chat with Danielle.  He talks just like a girl and I guess I just subconsciously started to match the pitch.  You know, to kind of make him feel more comfortable.  Okay, maybe that isnt the reason.  I guess it was just too odd to be made up like a girl and still talking like a boy.

As you can imagine, this topic embarrasses me just as much.  I can only imagine what my dad must think of me right now.  Just a few days ago I was his manly stud of a son who was getting more tail than any other boy in the county.  Now look at me!  Im wearing makeup and girls clothes.  Hell, I even have curls in my hair. 

The embarrassment and shame is too much to bear and I start crying.  Great! Now Im crying like a girl also.  This makes me cry even harder.  I turn and put my head down on the makeup table.

Its the estrogen, Danielle whispers to my father.  She isnt used to it yet.

Danielle says this so low that I can barely make it out.  He clearly doesnt want my father to know that I already know about the pills.  I see no reason to let my father know otherwise.  

Its okay, my father says.  I came here for you anyway.  I believe you have a punishment coming?  The Dean insisted I come in and carry it out today.

I hear the two of them walk out of the room and into the room across the hall.  Im glad they are leaving me alone but Im also very upset that my father wasnt concerned about the estrogen.  That tells me he is well aware that the school is drugging me.  I already guessed that he probably knew, but it still hurt to have that suspicion confirmed.

My embarrassment subsides a bit once they leave the room.  I grab a tissue and dab my eyes, being careful not to smear my mascara.  At least I now know water proof mascara doesnt run when you cry.

As I get myself together I realize how big of an ass I am.  Im sitting here crying about just being seen by my dad when Danielle is across the hall being punished.  And I might even be the reason for that punishment.

There isnt anything I can do though.  Hell, even if I was big and strong enough to do something about it, Im not even sure I can leave this room without the shock collar going off.

Still, it would be nice to confirm that Danielles punishment isnt too severe.  I walk to my door and put my ear to it.  I can hear commotion, but just barely.  I decide to open my door so I can hear better.

As I open it I discover the door to the adjacent room is wide open.  I can clearly see Danielle naked on the floor on all fours.  This doesnt surprise me too much.  The girl students often have to undress for punishments also.

Danielle is facing away from me and I get a clear view of his cock and balls as he arches his back.  My attention goes to his plug though.  Is my father actually going to spank him with the plug in place?

The video room is just one room down and I hear someone step out of that room and close the door.  I quickly shut my door most of the way and step back.  I hold my breath as the steps get closer.  However, they lead into the room with Danielle and not to mine.

I crack my door open and look out again.  I discover that it was my dad.  It dawns on me that he was probably making sure the recorders were on for that room and that the cameras had a good view of the punishment.  The Dean clearly had a special interest in this particular punishment.  It would suck for my dad to come in Monday and find there is no proof he actually carried the punishment out.

You will be getting 20, my dad informs Danielle as he kneels down next to him.

Twenty is a lot, but not an insane number.  Not for a bare hand spanking anyway.  Of course it really depends on how hard you hit.  I decide to continue watching just to make sure my dad isnt too vicious with Danielle.

My dad puts his left hand on the small of Danielles back to help hold him in place.  He then lightly rubs his right hand across the boys rear end.  The touch isnt too sexual, but it still feels weird to see my dad touch a boy that way even if that boy looks like a cute girl.

Okay, push out, my father announces.

I watch in fascination as Danielles huge plug slowly starts extend out from the his asshole.  It looks like my dad is going to take the plug out after all.  However, right when the plug is half way out and right at the widest point, my fathers hand slams down against it.

Oh! Danielle screams.  One, headmaster!

I put my hand to my mouth in shock.  Just seeing it made my ass ring squeeze around my much smaller plug.

I tell myself to look away as I see the plug slowly extend out again.  I just cant pull myself away though.

SLAP!

Ugh! Danielle lets out.  Two, headmaster!

SLAP!

Oh, God!  Three, headmaster!

As I watch slap after slap I cant help but wonder what it feels like.  Is it just pain?  Or does it also feel a little like when the Dean rubbed me inside?

Curious, I reach behind me and under my skirt.  I tap the plug through my panties.  I then tap a little harder.  It feels very odd.  Its like Im actually tapping deep inside my asshole.  Getting brave, I arch my back a little and try to use my ass muscles to push the plug out.  The plug slowly comes out and I can feel it tent out the back of my panties.  I bite my painted lower lip and use my right hand to push the plug back in as fast as I can.

Mmph, I let out, but quiet enough that my father doesnt hear.

The fast intrusion punches into my guts and forces me to my knees.  It is definitely painful.  However, there was more to it than just that.  There is an odd pleasure also.  Though, Im not sure pain or pleasure are the right words.  Im not sure there is a word for what I felt.  It was more like a lot of pain and a little pleasure all in one not simultaneously, but as one entity.  It was a very scary feeling.  It made my dick hard but I wasnt about to experiment further with it.

I feel even worse for Danielle now.  My dad is hitting the plug way harder than I did mine.  Plus, Danielles plug is a good 3 inches thick.  It must feel like someone is punching their fist into his asshole.  The horrible thought sends a shiver down my spine.

On the 14th hit something wild happens.

SLAP!

Oh oh oh, Danielle grunts over and over as his hips jerk forward and back.

A second later a huge blast of cum hits the concrete floor below him.  The blast is followed by 4 more.

God, I wonder what that felt like, I think to myself.

I noticed Danielles dick get hard during the punishment but no one ever touched it.  It just erupted.  I would have never thought it possible to cum without touching your dick.

Sure, Ive seen a couple girls at the school cum from just having their ass fucked.  However, the girls are trained to fake orgasms.  There is no way for Danielle to fake his.

Danielle has had years of training though.  Maybe that is why he is able to cum this way.  I highly doubt I could cum from a punishment like that.  Still, I wonder if I could if the Dean were to just rub my ass clit.  I chastise myself for thinking this but not before I feel my dick get harder.

Im disgusted with myself for watching the punishment.  Yet, I watch the entire thing.  It is just too bazaar to turn away.  Plus, I wanted to know what I should expect if Drew or Casey ever decided to punish me this way.  For a second I wonder if the Dean would ever make my father punish me; just like my father punishes my sisters when they get into trouble.  I push the thought from my head.  It is too horrible to contemplate.

Danielle is a blubbering mess by the 20th hit.  

SLAP!

Ohtwenty, headmaster, he barely manages to say.

Danielle is so far gone that he pushes the plug out for hit 21.  My dad just lightly pushes it back in and pats the boy on the butt to let him know the punishment is over.

My dad keeps his hand on the boys ass as he turns Danielle to the side.  At first I dont understand what is going on.  However, then I remember the climax Danielle had earlier.  Sure enough, my dad nudges the back of Danielles head.  The boy understands and leans the rest of the way down and starts licking.

If you make the mess, then you clean it up.  I remember lesson number one very well.

After the floor is clean my dad lets go of Danielles ass.  The plug just glides back out again though.  I can only guess that Danielles ass is too numb from the punishment to control the plug anymore.  My dad pulls Danielle up until he is sitting on his heels.  This position keeps the plug pushed inside.

What happens next shocks me even more than the nature of the punishment.  My dad stands up, unzips his pants and pulls his hard dick out.

For a second I think Im going to be sick.  Ive seen my fathers dick several times in the last few weeks so the sight of it isnt what bothers me.  Its the fact that hes about to do something sexual with a boy.  

I know my father has access to this area but I guessed it was just for standard punishments and stuff.  My father is very masculine.  I would have never imagined him getting sexually excited over a boy.  The impression I got was that my dad even hated gays.  I know this is probably technically his job but still.

My dads cock is about 8 inches long and 2 inches thick.  Its a pretty decent size.  But then, all of the employees at the school seem to have big dicks.  I think it is one of the prerequisites. 

Danielle looks up at the dick when it comes into sight.  I expect him to be upset but he isnt.  He just sits there until my father moves closer.  He then opens his mouth wide and sucks the head of my dads dick into his mouth.

A voice in my head screams at me to look away.  However, the curious side of me keeps watching.  It is such an odd sight.  My dads dick looks so huge between Danielles little rosy red lips.

As my dads long dick disappears into Danielles mouth it becomes very clear to me that the boy has lots of practice at this.  I swallow hard when it dawns on me that they will probably train me to do the same thing.  I guess I already suspected this would be the case.  I just prevented myself from actually thinking about it.  I had no choice but to do so now.

I have a side view of my father and Danielle.  Im shocked when I notice Danielles hard dick sticking up in his lap.  How can he get excited from this?

As I watch I notice a possible answer to my question.  The tip of my dads dick barely reaches Danielles mouth.  So, in order for him to take it inside Danielle has to lean forward.  However, when he does this the plug starts to slip from his asshole.  He cant stay forward or the plug will fall out.  So, he moves his body down again on the outward stroke.  This routine causes the plug to pop in and out of his asshole over and over again.

Thats a good girl, my dad says as Danielle speeds up.  Suck daddys dick nice and good.

Ive heard my dad refer to himself like this many times when having sex with the school girls.  Its always daddy this and daddy that whether the girl in question is his actual daughter or not.  It was clear to me right away that he likes thinking of all the students as his little daughters.  Id already seen him have sex with my sisters so I really didnt see the fantasy as being that big of a deal.

Him saying it now takes on a whole new meaning.  I cant help but wonder if he is actually thinking about me as Danielle sucks him.  Surely he isnt.  I would know if my dad thought of me like that wouldnt I?

For an instant I envision myself in Danielles place; my dads thick cock forcing its way in and out of my throat as I bounce up and down on my plug.  I force the thought out of my head and feel a little ill for having it in the first place.  Why would I ever think such a thing? 

Mmmm! Danielle groans around my dads dick.

At first, Im not sure why Danielle is groaning.  Then I see a thick jet of cum shoot out of Danielles dick.  The spurt was not as strong as his last climax but it still went a good foot up before it arched back down and hit the floor between him and my father.  This spurt is followed by 2 much smaller ones.

As he climaxes, Danielle seems to be sucking and gripping my dads dick with his lips like his life depends on it.  It is like he is trying to suck my dads nuts through his dick.  If that is Danielles goal then he is getting his wish.  

Oh, fuck! my dad grunts as he steps closer and grabs the back of Danielles head.  Daddys going to cum in your mouth!  Shit! Eat daddys cum!

A second later I see Danielles throat hard at work.  As my dad shoots his load down Danielles throat he continues to encourage the boy to swallow his daddys cum.  

Mid climax though I see my dad start to turn his head my direction.  I quickly pull away from the door.  Im certain that he doesnt turn in time to see me.  However, the door is open.  I pray that he doesnt remember them shutting it earlier.

I want to peek out again to see if they do anything else.  However, Im too scared I might get caught.  Instead I tiptoe away.

7.

I spend the next 30 minutes inspecting all the cabinets and drawers in the room.  Casey and Drew never indicated I wasnt allowed to do so.  Plus, Danielle was opening some of them and he would definitely know if it was okay or not.

I find a large selection of paddles, dildos, and other training tools.  Even in my short time as janitor Ive seen most of these items in use.  There are a few though that I have no clue what they are for.

I want to stop and inspect these unknown items further.  However, Im not sure how much time I have so I push on.  In particular I keep my eyes open for the inflatable plug and the small machine it was attached too.  It would be nice to know exactly where it is stored.  It wouldnt do me any real good to know that information, but at least I would have advanced warning whenever I seen a trainer walk to that spot.  Plus, I wouldnt have to worry as much when they walk to different spots.

To my surprise, the inflatable plug is nowhere to be found.  This pleases me greatly.  It tells me that they dont plan to use it on me again.  Or at least I hope that is what this indicates.  It is possible they are just storing it elsewhere in the school.

I dont find any pills anywhere.  There is a large container of water in a fridge though.  The water looks clear but its still possible they have it drugged.  

I scrunch my nose in disgust when I run across the dog food.  I try to ignore it but my curiosity gets the best of me again.  I see that it is a premium brand.  Good to see that I deserve only the very best.

Salmon Meal, Herring Meal, Eggs, Cottage Cheese okay, reading the key ingredients probably isnt a good idea.  Just being close enough to the bag to smell it is making me ill.  The smell brings back flashes of the nasty taste and pretty much all the memories of yesterday morning.

Boo!

I spin around and find Danielle standing over my shoulder.  I quickly close the cabinet door hoping he didnt see the dog food.

When I turn, Danielle leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the lips.  I back away.  It was a very brief kiss with little contact.  It didnt even seem that bad considering how good looking Danielle is.  Still, it is a guy!  Plus, I know where those lips have been recently.  I want to yell at him but I need as many friends as I can get in here.

Oh, sorry, Danielle apologizes as he backs away.  I get kind of affectionate after my punishments sometimes.  I promise I wont do it again unless you want me too?

Danielle basically just had sex.  I think I know why he is feeling affectionate.  

Wheres my dad? I ask, trying to change the subject.

I blush after I realize I just let Danielle know the headmaster is my father.  Its not a secret or anything.  However, he did just punish the boy.  Danielle doesnt look shocked so Im sure he already knew.

He went home, Danielle informs me.

I breathe a sigh of relief.  The embarrassment of my father seeing me like this was overwhelming.  Im pretty sure my dad could tell how much it bothered me.  It is a good sign that he spared me further embarrassment by coming in to say goodbye or something.  Maybe I havent completely lost him as an ally after all.  If I tell him about what the Dean said yesterday about setting me up then maybe my father will do something about it.

What were you looking for by the way? Danielle asks.

Im Im just looking for something to eat, I reply.

It isnt really a lie.  I havent eaten since yesterday morning and Im absolutely starving.

Here it is! Danielle says as he opens the cabinet with the dog food in it.

Thats dog food, I point out as he puts the bag on the counter.

Isnt this what they have been feeding you? Danielle asks in confusion.  I doubt it would be here if it wasnt.

There has to be something else I can eat, I say, trying my best not to give a direct answer to his question.  

It wouldnt be here if they didnt want you to eat it, Danielle repeats.

You dont eat that do you? I ask.

Well, no, he replies.  Youre new though.  They mess with you a little when you are new.  Its like an initiation.  Some new people eat nasty stuff like this, some get lots of punishments, others they make do nasty sex acts theres a whole bunch of different things they do during initiation.

Let me guess, the older you are the longer the initiation lasts, I say.

I guess that is normally true, Danielle replies in a confused voice.

Yeah, thats more than just initiation.  Thats brain washing!  I swear, sometimes Danielle seems extremely smart and other times he is so stupid.  There is no point in explaining it to him though.  Danielle seems to live in opposite world.  And Im sure he thinks the same thing about me.

Dont worry, Im sure it wont last that long, Danielle assures me.  They will be really hard on you for several weeks, but the really nasty stuff like eating dog food normally only lasts for a week or so.

This is good to hear.  However, Im a bit of a special case.  They might make me do the nasty stuff for much longer.

They never said I had to eat this, I point out.  Maybe you could just bring me some of your food.

Danielle gives me a disappointed look.  It is clear to her that Im not telling the whole truth.  Yes, no one actually said dog food was all I could eat.  However, the Dean did make me eat it yesterday and clearly nothing else has been made available.

 I dont know, Danielle whispers as he looks back toward the camera.  I could get in a lot of trouble for doing something like that.  I mean a LOT of trouble.

I give him my best puppy dog face.  I really dont want to get Danielle into trouble.  However, I hate the idea of eating dog food even more.

Well, there is one way we could maybe get away with it, Danielle says after a pause.  I dont think you would like it though.

How!? I quickly respond a little too loud.

Well Danielle starts then pauses for a moment.  I could teach you how to do you know, something naughty.  If you did a good job then I could give you food as a reward.  Then, even if they caught us we wouldnt get in much trouble.  If it is naughty enough they might even reward us.

My excitement quickly dissipates.  What Danielle is saying makes sense.  He would get credit for training me and I would get the food.  However, it is the naughty part that doesnt set right with me.  I suspect that whatever we do would probably have to be as nasty as eating dog food.  Otherwise it would just look like he gave me the food for nothing.

Whwhat would we have to do? I ask.

I dont know, Danielle whispers as he looks down at the floor and lightly kicks the tip of his shoe against the floor a few times. Maybe kiss and stuff.

I was thinking much worse than this.  However, this still sounds pretty bad.  I already kissed him once and it wasnt half as bad as eating dog food.  Not that I enjoyed the kiss.

What kind of stuff, I ask.

You know stuff, Danielle coyly replies.  Maybe just kind of play with each other with our hands.

I start doing the math on how long I think I can go without food before I die.  I also wonder what the punishment would be if I just stole some of Danielles food.  I run both scenarios over in my head.  Neither one ends well.

It takes me a moment though to convince myself that I can go through with Danielles proposal.  Its just that kissing and having another guy touch me is so well, gay.  Still, I just kissed a boy and the Dean has already played with me with his hands.  Its not like I would be any more gay than I technically am already right?

What kind of food do you have? I ask after a moment.

Danielles face lights up.  He can tell Ive already decided to go through with it.  Im still interested in what he has though.  It would suck if I find out later the only thing he has is something I hate worse than dog food.  Not that I can imagine anything being worse than that.

Oh, I have all kinds! Danielle says with joy.  They put me in the guest room.  Theres sodas, chips, bread for sandwiches, sliced ham and turkey, salad you name it!

My mouth is practically watering as he goes down the list.  I play it cool though.

Okay, I reply with as little excitement as possible.

Goody! Danielle chirps as he gives me a hug.  Follow me!

I follow, but stop at the door.

I cant leave the room can I? I ask when he turns to see why Im not following anymore.  Wont the collar shock me?

Did your trainers say you have to stay in the room? Danielle asks.

No, I reply.

I kind of assumed it was a given.

It probably wont shock you then, Danielle informs me.  Newcomers are almost always cleared for the guest room also.  They usually just lock the door if they dont want you in there.  You might want to come out slowly though just in case.

I slowly inch out into the hall.  To my surprise I dont get shocked.  I look down the hall toward the exit and then back at Danielle.  He just shakes his head no.  It sucks being this close to the exit yet not able to walk through it because of this collar.  Of course, the exit is much farther than just that door.  I also doubt the collar is the only security measure.  There is probably at least one or two guards out there.  Plus, I already know they have sensors on the doors and windows.  Who knows what else?

Now for the big test, Danielle says as she stands just inside the adjacent room.

I slowly come inside.

Yay! Danielle says as he gives me another hug.

Im stunned as I look around the room.  Its much smaller than my room but its also a thousand times fancier.  As far as I know, there are no rooms like this in the other secure areas.

This room is definitely decked out for VIPs.  The floors are still concrete but the walls have nice paneling instead of just the standard drab paint.  There is also a wide screen TV mounted on the wall across from the bed.  Yes, I said bed!  It even has covers on it.

There are a lot of other niceties, but my eyes focus on three main items.  

The first item is a phone.  Every phone in the school requires an insane 10-digit code in order dial out.  Im positive they deactivated my code.  However, Danielles code might still be active.

The second item I focus on is a small clock radio.  Its only 3 p.m.!  It feels more like midnight.  I run the day through my head real fast and decide that the clock probably is correct.  All of the embarrassment today must have made the day seem longer.

My mouth starts to water when I imagine whats in the third item the fridge!  Ice cream, cake, pizza, nachos, cheeseburgers okay, none of these items were on Danielles list earlier.  I can fantasize though cant I?  Not that his list is any less mouthwatering.  Hell, just bread and water sounds good right now.

As I look around the room I realize why Danielle isnt so upset about me getting him into trouble.  This room is better than my bedroom at home.  Hell, it is even better than our living room in many respects.

I get excited when Danielle picks up a remote control and points it at the TV.  Im puzzled when it comes to life though.  On the screen is an image of my room.  When I see the bag of dog food on the kitchenette counter I realize this is a live feed of the room.  

I blush and feel a little sick to my stomach when I realize what this might mean.  It is possible my dad was watching me on the TV during Danielles punishment earlier.  I then remember him walking from the video room prior to the punishment.  Is it possible my dad programmed the video feed to be sent in here?

The headmaster set it up so I can watch you, Danielle confirms my suspicion.  Isnt it cool!?

Yeah, real cool not!  

Why would you need to watch me on the TV? I ask.

Its a good question but Im still trying to get over the sinking feeling that my dad watched me earlier.  I really want to ask Danielle if it was on during his punishment.  However, Im not sure I can handle the answer.  It would mean my dad not only knows I watched him and Danielle, but that I even toyed with my plug a little.  

God! He probably thinks I was fantasizing about being in Danielles place!  My knees get weak and I have to sit on the side of the bed.

Well, I am kind of responsible for you, Danielle explains.  This will help me keep an eye on you whenever we arent together.

Danielle looks a little sad as he explains this.  I think he actually felt I would be happy about this; like it gives us a special connection or something.

That makes sense, I say.

While it does make a kind of perverted sense, Im still not happy about it.  I force a smile on my face though and try to act unconcerned.

My smile quickly disappears when Danielle switches the channel and an image of my bathroom pops up.  Danielle quickly switches again, like he hopes I didnt notice.  I blush deeper, thus giving away that I did indeed notice.  

Danielle doesnt say anything about the feed.  I want to beg him not to watch that channel, but I see no point in it.  He clearly already knows I dont want him too.  Talking about it will just make this moment even more awkward.

Im pleased when the next channel brings up a different room.  That means there probably arent any additional cameras in my room.  I only seen the two but there is always the possibility they have hidden ones as well.  Im confused, however, since there are people in this room.  There is an instructor and a little girl.

The instructor I notice right away.  Its Victor.  I would notice that big ugly Mexican a mile away.  Im really not trying to be mean.  Like I said earlier, hes like an uncle to me.  We are the best of friends or at least I thought we were.  He didnt act like a friend a few days ago though during my capture.  Friends or not, you would have to be blind not to notice my description of him is right on the mark.

The girl he is with looks to be about 8 and is as cute as a button. At first I assume this girl is actually a boy.  It only makes sense considering where we are.  

I look back to Victor though and notice something odd.  His hair is different.  Its much longer than it was just a few days ago.  It dawns on me that this is not a live feed but a recording; a very old recording at that.  It has been years since Victor had hair that long.

I put my hand to my mouth in shock and quickly look back at the girl.  Its Amber!  Shes about 4 years younger but thats her.  I look over at Danielle.  The odds of this just happening to be broadcast to this room right now is pretty slim.

Its a BluRay disc, Danielle explains when she sees my confusion.  The Dean gave it to me.  He said you would enjoy it.

While working at the school I was ordered to have sex with Amber a couple times.  I managed to cum each time but I wouldnt necessarily say I enjoyed it.  It just felt too awkward.  I felt the same when I watched my father have sex with her.

Seeing Victor with her is a bit of a shock though.  They have their clothes on still and arent doing anything sexual yet, but Im smart enough to know that is what this video is going to lead up too.  My suspicions are confirmed when I hear him start to explain blowjobs to her.

During my first day as janitor my dad told me they normally teach students about blowjobs during their first few weeks of joining the school.  The ones with prior training (aka, sexually abused by their fathers) usually get this training in the classroom.  The untouched girls normally get their introduction to oral sex in private one-on-one lectures.

The Amber on the screen starts to cry when Victor breaks it to her what is about to happen.  I have to fight back my tears as I watch.  If this took place during her first couple weeks then that means she is only 7 years old.  I can only imagine how she must feel.  Especially considering it is Uncle Victor she is going to be forced to do it with.  He was someone she was supposed to be able to trust.

It takes a few minutes but Victor finally gets Amber to unzip his pants.  I turn away from the screen as Victors large dick comes into view.

Can we turn this off? I ask.

Danielle looks confused but picks up the remote again.  He turns the volume down but leaves the video running.  I guess that is better than nothing.  At least now I can ignore it easier.

Danielle puts the control back down and sits at the head of the bed.  He then pats the bed next to him.  I know what he wants.  I stand up and slowly walk over to him and sit.  I cant stop myself from shaking as he puts his hand around my waist.  Even over the clothes it just doesnt feel right.  

He leans in to give me a kiss but I back away.  I know it has to be done but it still takes me a moment to get up the strength to move back in.  I slow down once our lips are just inches apart.  Centimeter by centimeter I close the gap until our rose-painted lips finally touch.  The contact is barely enough to be classified as a kiss.  I manage to hold it though for several seconds.

If I didnt know better than I would have sworn it was a girl I had kissed.  However, I do know better.  It just felt so wrong.

Hey, you want to see something really cool! Danielle breaks the silence.

I feel relief as he pulls away from me and goes to a nearby counter.  He lifts up on the bottom of one of the cabinet doors.  The door lifts up and then slides back out of sight.  Inside the cabinet I see a variety of glasses and a couple bottles of something.

Its a bar, Danielle giggles.  They put a couple bottles in here and you know what that means!

Danielle is practically jumping up and down so Im pretty sure it means we are allowed to drink it.  I have to admit that Im a little excited also.  Ive tasted alcohol before but never gotten more than a sip.  It would be kind of cool to get a full glass of it.

Red wine, Danielle says as she holds the bottle like a waiter might.  Oh, and an unmarked bottle.  I wonder what this might be?

The unmarked bottle looks like water but I doubt that is what it actually is.  It is clear from Danielles voice that he knows what it actually is.  He doesnt say though.  Instead he removes the lid, sniffs it to ensure it is what he thinks it is and then starts to pour a glass.

What is it, I finally ask.

You know, Im not too sure, he says.  Ive had it dozens of times though.  Its pretty good.

Danielle pours the liquid until the glass is half full.  Im shocked when I see him open the wine bottle and starts filling the rest of the glass.  The glass is very big and round.  It seems an awful lot.

Are you sure you should drink that much? I ask in concern.

Its for both of us and we arent going to drink it, Danielle says with a smile.

Not allowed to drink it?  What are we supposed to do, snort it?  When Danielle reaches into a drawer and pulls out a large enema syringe I realize the answer to my question is even more bazaar.

My asshole tightens around my plug as I watch him fill the large syringe.  I cant help but wonder what it would feel like to have the liquid inside me.

Are you sure this is safe? I ask.

It seems like a logical question.  Danielle just giggles and rolls his eyes at me.

Here, Ill go first scaredy cat, he says as he hands me the syringe.

Danielle gets on the bed on his hands and knees with his rear end facing me.  He then flips up the back of his skirt and pulls his panties down.  I blush as I see his large plug, dick and balls come into view.  His equipment looks much bigger this close up.

I expect Danielle to pull his plug out but he doesnt.  It takes me a moment before I notice the valve at the bottom of the plug.  It looks just like a basketball valve only much bigger.  Its the same type of valve that was on the inflatable plug.  Only Im certain these plugs are not inflatable.  The rubber they are made of feels much too hard for that.  

A light goes on in my head when I remember seeing a small hole at the top of each plug.  These plugs are designed to allow stuff to be injected into the wearer without having to remove the plug itself.  

I look at the syringe and sure enough, the outlet looks like the same shape as the valve.  I slowly match them up and then insert the tip.  It is a perfect fit.

Just half of it, Danielle reminds me.

Im rather disgusted with what Im doing but I slowly inject the fluid anyway.  Danielle kind of purrs the whole time.  I blush when I notice his dick gets hard as well.  Once done, I remove the nozzle and stand back.  I expect all of the liquid to come splashing back out but not even a drop escapes.

Cool, I almost say, but then realize Im next.

Danielle rolls over on his back and looks up at me dreamily.  His panties are still at his knees and there is nothing to keep his dick from tenting his pleated skirt way up.

I better hurry before this stuff really kicks in, Danielle says as he reluctantly sits up.

Im pretty scared but at the same time very curious what it feels like.  Danielle certainly likes it.  I slowly crawl up on the bed and position myself where Danielle had been.  

Im now facing the TV again and cant help but look at it.  Amber is leaning over Victors lap and sucking on his dick.  She is still crying, her tears running down her cheeks and dripping down onto Victors large balls.  

The dick seems insanely big compared to Ambers little frame.  She seems to be trying to force it into her mouth but she only manages to get the head inside.  Its clearly too big for her little virgin throat.  All she manages to do is gag herself.  Victor doesnt seem to mind, he just sits back and lets her practice.  

Oh! I let out when I feel something squirt into my bowels.

I was so focused on the TV that I hadnt even noticed Danielle prepping me.  There was only about 12 ounces left in the syringe but Danielle injects it into me very fast.  It gives me a small cramp but my guts quickly settle down at least for a moment.

I feel my insides start to warm up.  It gets hotter and hotter until it is almost unbearable.  This discomfort causes the cramps to come back.

Take it out! I groan as I reach back toward my plug.

Wait! Danielle says as he pushes my hand away.  Give it a few more seconds.  You will see.

Im not sure why, but I trust Danielle enough to do what he says.  I grab a fist full of covers in each hand and bear through the heat.  As I wait my head starts to get light.  Then I get this dizzy kind of floating feeling.  I also start feeling little sparks shooting throughout my body.  I cant believe it is just alcohol causing all of these sensations but I dont really care.  My guts still feel like they are burning but even that doesnt seem to bother me anymore.  If anything, the burning sensation just enhances the pleasure Im feeling.

I flop over onto my side and then turn onto my back.  I then look up.  There is a huge mirror on the ceiling and I see myself smiling back.

What did I tell you? Danielle giggles.  Its trippy isnt it?

Danielle turns me so that my head is on the pillow.  I cant help but admire how pretty of a girl she is I mean, he is.  I find it hard to know exactly what I mean.

Floating or not, I still feel a tinge of embarrassment when I notice the front of my dress tenting out.  I focus on Danielles dress and notice it is still tented out also.

After Im in position, Danielle flops down next to me.  He I mean she no, wait, he, then cuddles up next to me.  I can tell he wants to do something sexual but he makes no move.  He just lays there on his side kind of admiring me.

I feel hornier than Ive ever been before, which is saying a lot for a 13-year-old boy.  I want to do something sexual also but Im not sure I want to do it with Danielle.  It feels awkward just lying here so I look past my tented skirt and at the TV on the other side of the room.

Victor just came.  Amber must have still been sucking on it when he started to climax because there is cum on her lips, cheek and chin.  Most of the cum though looks like it is drooling out of her mouth and back down on Victors cock and balls.

I see Victor say something to the crying girl and I almost wish the sound was back up.  Amber shakes her head back and forth.  This gets Victor angry and he shouts something.  Amber is visibly shaken for a moment then sticks out her tongue and licks her lips clean.  She closes her mouth and eyes tight and swallows hard.  

Victor then uses his fingers to scoop the rest of the cum off her face and feed it too her.  Once that is gone Victor nudges Amber and she bends forward and starts licking his cock and balls clean.

I know the drug is having an adverse effect on me when I realize the video is actually turning me on.  Even knowing this, I cant help but reach down and grab my dick.  Danielle pushes my hand away though.

Thats for later! she he growls.  Remember the school rules!

My head is floating so much that I can hardly remember my own name.  It takes me a moment to remember the rule in question.  As a student you are not allowed to masturbate yourself unless given permission.  Its a horrible rule.  Or at least it seems that way right now.

The video grabs my attention again when I see my dad enter the room.  Amber jumps from the couch and runs to my father and hugs him tight around the waist.  My dad seems to comfort her for a moment.  Then he walks toward the couch Victor is still sitting on.

Amber grabs my dads shirt and tries to pull my father back toward the door.  Im not sure but I think she is trying to protect him from Victor.  My dad stops and pulls her hands off his shirt.  Then he continues to the couch.  Amber follows but hides from Victor behind my dad.

Dad shakes Victors hand which seems to confuse Amber.  He then sits on the couch about a foot from Victor.  Dad pats the spot between the two men.  It takes some persuasion to get her to actually take a seat there.

Once she is seated my dad starts talking to her.  My dad then barks some orders.  Amber starts crying harder and her face turns red as she finally leans over and unzips my dads pants.

Despite how horny I am, I know I will regret watching what happens next.  So, I turn my attention back to Danielle.

Danielle looks happy to finally be getting my attention again.  He leans in and gives me a short kiss.  For some reason the kiss doesnt seem so bad this time.  It is just a kiss I guess.  And technically speaking, Danielle is a girl from the waist up very pretty one at that.  There is no harm in just kissing her.

Our lips meet again.  Only this time it is more passionate.  Danielle angles her head slightly and runs her tongue between my lips lightly.  I know what she wants but it seems so wrong.  Yet, it also seems so right.  So, slowly I part my own lips and feel her tongue dart inside.

The intimate kiss sends shivers down my body.  I reach for my cock but Danielle senses it and pushing my hand away again.

The kiss seems to never end.  Even when it does it is only long enough for us to try a different angle with your heads.  Then our tongues are dancing with each other again.  I blush profusely and can even still feel the disgust of what we are doing.  Yet, it just seems to fuel the pleasure, just like the burning heat of the enema is doing.

I shiver when I feel Danielles delicate fingers start to unbutton my shirt.  We somehow manage to get my shirt and tie off without breaking the kiss.  My skirt is next.  Danielle unzips it and pushes it to just above my knees where my cotton panties are already waiting.  She then uses her foot to push it the rest of the way down, taking my panties with them.

I kick my shoes off which leaves me with just my knee-high socks.  They seem insignificant so I leave them in place.

I know it is only polite to remove Danielles clothes like she did mine.  However, I just cant bring myself to do it.  She waits a minute then does it herself.  She has the added feature of a bra which is quickly discarded as well.

Sparks shoot through my body as Danielle slides closer and our naked bodies rub against each other.  The thrill is so great that I feel like Im about to cum.  However, the touch of Danielles cock against me reminds me of who Im kissing.

Im kissing a guy! the voice in my head screams.  This is wrong!  This is wrong!

Yet, something about it still feels right.  I still blush harder and even try to pull away for a moment.  However, Danielle is persistent and I slowly settle down.

I try to catch my breath as Danielle finally pulls away from my lips.  I freeze when I see her head move downward.  I need to cum very badly, but even with the effects of the enema Im not so hot on the idea of a boy sucking my cock even if he is really a she from the waist up.

Danielle stops her advance though when she reaches my chest.  

Oh! I let out when her tongue licks across my left nipple.

As her tongue slides across my nipple a bolt of electricity shoots down my body and into my dick.  

What the fuck was that!? Her tongue licks again and then again before I have time to fully analyze the sensation.  I would have never imagined my body was capable of generating such sensations.  I cant help but wonder if this is what women feel when you play with their nipples.

The sensation is very pleasurable, yet aggravating and a little scary all at the same time.  It is like she is taking me way past the pleasure point where I would normally cum.  Yet, I seem unable to cum because nothing is touching my dick.  I reach down to do just that but Danielle swats my hand away again.  

Oh! Please! I finally beg.

Danielle lifts her head and grins at me.

Does my little girl want to cum? Danielle teases.

Yes, please! I beg again.

Tell me you want to cum then, she purrs as she rubs one of her fingers back and forth across my right nipple.

I want to cum! I beg.  Please!

No, say it right, she commands.

Im not sure what she wants at first.  Then it dawns on me.  My face reddens.  I cant say that.  I just cant.  But I do.

Your your little girl wants to cum, I manage to say.

Will my little girl clean her mess up after she cums? Danielle giggles at the power she has right now.

I hesitate.  I forgot about rule number one.  The thought of eating my own cum again is disgusting.  Yet, Im so close and I can tell it is going to be one of the best climaxes ever.  At this point I think I would agree to about anything.

Yes, I say, disgusted with myself for being so weak.

Danielle just keeps rubbing my nipples and staring at me.  She is waiting for me to say it right.  

Your little girl will clean her mess up after she cums, I blush.

Will she clean my mess up too? Danielle says with a blush of her own.

Your little girl will clean your mess up too!

God! Did I just say that?!  No.  No.  I couldnt have.  I know I did though.  She couldnt have been serious when she asked.  Please, let her be joking.

Pull your knees up toward your chest, Danielle orders.

I reluctantly do as she says.  She pushes my knees wide until they are at the edge of my shoulders.  She then positions herself at my upturned rear end.  She looks just like she is going to mount me in some kind of missionary position.  Im about to object, but then I remember I have a plug blocking her entry.  

I look on in confusion as she stands up, takes a step forward and then kneels down until her dick is right on top of mine.  She then uses her hands to hold our dicks against each other.  The tips of both dicks are about a foot and a half away from my face and about 6 inches higher.

Open wide, she giggles as she begins to hump back and forth.

No! I object when it dawns on me what her plan is.

The feel of her dick sliding against my own is too much though.  I feel my climax starting and I try my best to push my face further away from both cocks.  However, the headboard and pillow make escape impossible.  

Oh, shit! I grunt as the first shot exits my cock.

For a brief instant I dont care where that cum is headed.  All that matters is the insane intensity of the orgasm. 

I feel a large hot splash against my lips and chin.  I debate turning my head but decide that at this point the damage is already done.  Cleanup will be a lot easier if it is all in one spot.  This last thought makes me blush deeper.  

God, I have to eat all of this! I think in horror as a second huge blast hits me in the same general area.

Open up so you dont make such a big mess! Danielle commands. 

I dont know why but I obey.  Tears form at the corner of my eyes though when the next shot lands in my mouth.

I just came in my own mouth! I think in horror as the tears run down the side of my face.  I cant believe I came in my mouth!

Luckily the final three shots are too weak and fall short of their target.  My tears get heavier as I lay there.  I can feel the cum laying on my tongue but Im too disgusted to close my mouth in order to swallow or spit it out.  I can taste it already but I know the taste will be much stronger once I close my mouth.

Good girl, Danielle praises as she continues humping.

My position makes it a little harder to breath and the blood is rushing to my head.  That combined with everything else makes my head spin a little.  I have just enough focus to ask myself why Danielle is still humping.  My climax is over with already.

No! I try to protest without closing my mouth over the cum.

Danielle doesnt slow down though.  All I can do is lay there and wait for the inevitable.  Danielle has a very determined look in her eyes as she stares down into mine.  We were kissing earlier but now that Ive climaxed even the eye contact seems too intimate to me.  So, I look up at the ceiling.

When I look up I see a cum covered beauty looking back down at me.  Remove the cocks from the image and I probably would have found the sight erotic.  But the cocks were there and the cum-covered girl looking back was me, Janice.

Just then I see a thick jet of cum shoot out of Danielles dick and into Janices mouth.  At the same time I feel something hot and gooey hit my tongue.  The girl in the mirror takes two more direct hits.  I see Janices mouth overflow and feel the cum leaking out of my own as well.  Then I see the slut in the mirror do something I know I could never do.  She closes her mouth and swallows.

Very good, Danielle says as she backs away and lets my rump and legs fall back to the bed.

Im in too much shock to do or say anything.  I just stare up at the ceiling and watch as Danielle starts scooping the cum up with her fingers and feeding it to the Janice.  Being the slut she is, the girl in the mirror just lays there and swallows it all.

8.

The girl in the mirror was just finishing the last of the cum when everything went black.  However, right before everything goes I see someone out of the corner of my eye.

I wake in confusion.  At first Im not sure where I am or how I got here.  I feel Danielle snuggled up behind me.  I look back and see he is fast asleep.

Oh, God, I groan when it all comes rushing back to me.

I feel ill and pull myself out of the bed and enter the door to the rooms bathroom.  The bathroom is significantly smaller than the one attached to my room.  There is just a toilet, sink and bathtub.  I rush to the toilet and lean over it.  I try to throw up but all I do is dry heave since my stomach is empty.  Even all the cum I ate has already been absorbed by my body.  This thought makes me heave even more.

Im gay now! the voice in my head shouts as I relive the ordeal over and over in my head.

Drugs might excuse why I did it.  However, there was no getting around the fact that I DID do it.  Unable to throw up, I start crying and expel my bodily fluids that way instead.

I try to block all the images out of my head but it just seems to make them stronger.  It isnt long and Im even reliving how things felt and tasted.  I can even make out the bitter taste of my cum and the much sweeter taste of Danielles.

Then I remember the person in the corner of the room.  I saw the image right when I was blacking out but Im positive someone was there.  At first I cant make the image out in my head, then the face of the man is crystal clear.

No, it couldnt have been dad! the voice in my head screams.

I try to convince myself that it wasnt him.  That I was imagining it was.  It had to have been Victor, the Dean or anybody but my father.  However, I know it really was my father.

I start crying harder.  

How long had he been standing there?  Had he watched the whole thing?  I knew it didnt really matter.  He clearly had seen the ending and that was more than enough to make me want to crawl into a hole and die.  I wont ever be able to look him in the eye again.  Not after this.

It was bad enough that I fucked up my job as the janitor and ruined his plans for me.  Now Ive even disgraced both him and myself by having sex with Danielle.  God, its probably caught on tape even.  If I know the Dean he will probably even email it to everyone that works at the school.  My dad will have to sit there and listen as everyone jokes about me.  

Ive been upset and even disappointed with my father these last few days, but I never wanted to hurt him.  Not like this.  Hes my dad.  He will probably disown me now though.

I kneel in the bathroom and cry for over 30 minutes before I finally run out of tears.  When I look in the mirror Janice is gone and all I see is myself with a bunch of smeared makeup on.  I get some toilet paper and do my best to remove what makeup is left.

As I leave the bathroom I see the radio clock on the night stand.  Its 9:23 p.m.  I guess that I probably passed out about 4 hours ago.  Im still sleepy though.  The cum must have curbed my appetite for a bit but Im starving now.  Thats probably why I woke up.

I search around and find plenty to eat.  I make sure though that I stick to packaged items and tap water.  Who knows what they might have put that damn estrogen in.

The food hits the spot but it is not as wondrous as I had originally expected.  Not after what I went through to earn it.  I kick myself for not just staying in my room and eating the dog food; or better yet, just getting the will power to starve myself to death.

I look toward the phone and debate whether I should try typing in my code.  They told me all my access in the school, to include the phones, was deactivated.  They could have been lying though.

If Im wrong then I know it will mean the whip.  Besides, every high official in town is married to a Humbled Girl or has a child enrolled here.  Some cop low in the chain of command might come and break me out of here.  However, the higher ups would just make sure I got turned over to my dad.  And my dad would just bring me right back here.  Especially after what he seen me do earlier.

No, I need to do more than just escape from this building.  I need to escape from this state.  Once Im out of this damn state I need to keep running until I hit an ocean.  Then I need to start swimming.  Even then they will probably still catch me.  I feel so hopeless.

As I stare at the phone I notice Danielles and my plugs sitting next to it.  I was so depressed that I hadnt even noticed my plug was no longer inside me.  I guess we dont have to wear them while we sleep.  That was good news at least.

I glance over and see that the TV is on and that the BluRay is still running as well.  It has been about 6 hours so Im pretty sure it must be on a loop.  I never did get to see the end of the clip with Amber.  I can pretty much guess everything that happened though.  

Im thankful to see that the current clip is of no one I know.  It is just two boys dressed up like girls.  They are naked and one is having anal sex with the other.  Im sure the Dean put this and similar clips on the disc so I would have to face what they plan to teach me here.  I admit that seeing the two boys does give me a sinking feeling, but I had already pretty much guessed what they had planned.  God, I have to escape soon!

I cant help but start crying again.  Im all but cried out though so the tears are pretty light.  

Danielle must have woken while I was in the bathroom earlier.  He is asleep now but he was on top of the covers earlier and is under them now.  As I watch him sleep Im not sure how I should feel about him.  Im obviously disgusted by what we did together.  I also blame him a lot for it.  However, he did warn me ahead of time.  Well, he warned me about some of it anyway.

The main thing he didnt warn me about was making me eat his cum.   However, I think he added that during the heat of the momentjust like I had bowed to his commands during the heat of the moment.

I even kind of understand the wine enema part.  He was probably just trying to make the training session easier on me.  And I have to admit he was right.  He just didnt consider the fact that the drugs kind of took away a lot of my free will.  Im pretty sure I wouldnt have gone through with the activities had he not drugged me like that.

I guess Im saying that Im extremely upset with him, yet I understand he meant no harm.  Or at least I hope he didnt.  Hes a nice kid.  I can already feel myself start to forgive him.

I want to show him how upset I am by going back into my room and sleeping on my matt.  The bed looks so warm and cozy though.  Plus, I feel too sad to be alone right now.  I look for a light switch but dont find one.  So, I just delicately slide under the covers and close my eyes.  A few seconds later I feel Danielle slide over next to me.  I feel a little uncomfortable as he starts spooning with me.  At the same time though it gives me the comfort I need so I dont pull away.  A few minutes later Im fast asleep.

I woke several times during the night because of nightmares.  There of course was one where I relived todays events.  However, most of them were just me being chased.  The last dream I had was the worst.  In it I watched Danielle being punished by my dad again.  Only this time I was Danielle.

I endure a full 20 hits just like Danielle had.  I even cum on the floor and have to lick it up.  My dad then stands in front of me and pulls out his hard dick.

Suck daddys dick nice and good, he commands.

I wake right when my mouth is about to reach his dick.  Im ashamed to find that my dick is rock hard.  I quickly go soft as I remember the dream.  I know I dont want to suck my dads dick.  I also know there is a rational explanation why I had the dream. However, I dont spend much time analyzing it the images are just too disturbing to relive.

Wake up princess! I hear someone say as they shake me.

I open my eyes and see Drew standing over me.

I see you and Danielle are bonding well, Drew giggles.

I feel Danielle still spooning behind.  I quickly pull myself out of bed.  I want to tell Drew it isnt what it looks like.  But I realize its probably pretty close to what Drew suspects.

Potty time, Drew announces as she walks out of the room.

I quickly follow.  I glance back at Danielle briefly as I leave the room.  I was hoping she hadnt woken up.  However, I find she is already starting to sit up in bed.  I also see her grabbing for the TV remote. 

Please dont watch!

Im too embarrassed to say it but I pray she was able to read it in my eyes.

Todays potty time is an exact repeat of yesterday.  However, today I blush the whole time knowing that Danielle might be watching. 

The thought of Danielle witnessing my potty time is a ton more embarrassing than when Drew and Casey first seen me like this.  Danielle is not only closer to my age but we now know each other much better than I do my trainers.  Plus, he is the closest thing I have to a friend right now.  Even if Im a bit upset with him.

When I exit the shower I find another pile of clothes on the same bench as yesterday.  This isnt a school uniform but it is just as bad.  There is a cotton pink top with shoulder straps; a short skirt that looks like it was hand knitted with white and dark blue yarn; and a pair of what I guess is best described as white knitted panty hose.  Only these were way too intricate and delicate to be hand knitted.

I blush when I lift the pile.  Underneath I find a pair of black high heel shoes and a butt plug.

Im upset about the whole outfit, but Im especially so about the plug.  Not because I have to wear it but because I wanted my trainers to find out I was already using one on my own.  I kick myself for not putting my plug back in before leaving Danielles room earlier.  I just know Drew would have been impressed.  The more I impress them the faster I get out of here.

Dont bother getting dressed, Danielle says as she enters the bathroom wearing his school uniform.  Just put your plug in and come to the guest room.

Im confused but that is nothing new.  Im not going to argue.  Im in no hurry to wear those high heels.

When I pick up the plug I realize it is bigger than the one I wore yesterday.  This one looks to be about 1.75 thick.  Im pretty sure it is the number two.  I wonder if Drew picked this because she couldnt find the number one.  Or, was it because she felt I was ready to wear it?

The plug is a tight fit, but it fits. When I push it in Im surprised it doesnt hurt that much.  My ass ring was pretty sore after my first night, thanks to the inflatable plug.  It was still a little tender yesterday.  However, today almost all the tenderness is gone.  I can only guess it has something to do with the enema recipes.  The only side effect I have now is a kind of itching.  The itching seems to be around and just inside my ass ring.  When I was showering I got tingles when I rubbed that itchy area.  I got huge tingles when I pushed the plug inside just now.

Oh, I groan when I take my first step with the larger plug.  

The feeling is somewhere between pain and pleasure.  I take a few more steps and get the same feeling each time.  I got a similar feeling from yesterdays plug.  Only this one is much more intense as it shifts around inside me on each step.  The size is causing it to rub much harder against my insides.  Plus, this one is touching places a little deeper.

By the time I reach Danielles door I desperately want to remove the plug.  The sensations are so intense.  Plus, it is rubbing my ass clit much harder and making my dick start to get erect.

Luckily, Danielle is in the guest bathroom running a bath.  This gives me a moment to just stand there.  I expect my dick to go soft now that the plug has stopped moving.  However, it doesnt.  In fact it actually gets stiffer as I look around the room and remember the prior days activities.  

What Danielle and I did in this room was horrible and disgusting and Im never going to allow it to happen again.  However, I would be lying if I said the pleasure wasnt intense.  Thats all my dick seems to remember.  I look down in horror when I realize my dick is at full staff.

Im disgusted with myself, but even worse, Im frightened of what Danielle might read into it.  I just cant let him see me like this.  He will think Im hot for him or something.  Just the thought of it makes me sick to my stomach.

I close my eyes and try thinking about something else but it doesnt help.  I then get the idea to cause some pain to my dick.  I know that will make me soft.  First I try squeezing it.  Then I try pushing down on the tip until my dick is about to bend in the center.  My dick is still hard but I can tell that if I repeat this process a few times it might work.

Stop! Danielle yells.

I look up in shock to see a very angry Danielle storming my way.  Im confused for a second, then I realize he probably thinks I was masturbating.  That is a big no-no.

I I was just I try to explain.

Shut up and get down on your hands and knees, Danielle interrupts.  Now!

Danielle is a year older than me, but we are virtually the same height.  However, the tone of his voice just now scares the shit out of me.  Its a harsh contrast to the Danielle I know.  My Danielle likes me, maybe even loves me.  This Danielle sounds mean and vicious.  Has Danielle just been playing me?  Has he just been pretending to be my friend?  The thought angers me.  My fear is greater though and I find myself obeying before I even have time to think about what Danielle is planning to do.

Danielle walks a few feet and then points to a spot in front of him.  As I slowly crawl to that spot I cant help but realize that this is the exact same spot Danielle got punished in yesterday.

When it dawns on me what Danielle plans to do I debate jumping up and running away.  More, now than ever, I realize how hopeless my situation is.  I would almost rather die than get a spanking like Danielle got yesterday.  Yet, there is no alternative I can think of that doesnt result in something much worse.  I look down and watch my tears sprinkle the floor.

Danielle kneels down next to me and I know its going to start any second now.  Before starting, Danielle leans in next to my ear.

If I dont punish you then the headmaster will come in and do it, he whispers.

The whisper is calm and friendly just like the old Danielle I know.  It is clear that he is just trying to save me from having to endure a punishment from my father.  I would die of embarrassment if my dad were to spank me.  Hell, I would probably die from the pain.  My dad was very vicious with Danielle yesterday.  Im sure he would have to be just as bad with me.  

I blush when I think about what he made Danielle do after the punishment.  Would he be required to make me suck his dick as well?  This frightens me to the point that I almost beg Danielle to punish me.

Im going to spank you now, Danielle informs me.  Do you know what you are supposed to do?

Yes, I whisper.

It doesnt dawn on me until after I say it that there is no way I could know what to do unless I had spied on Danielle and my father.  Danielle knows I havent been wearing my plugs around my trainers yet.  So, why would they even tell me about my role in the punishments yet?  I hope Danielle doesnt realize this.

Danielle presses on the small of my back and I get the hint and arch my back slightly so he has a better target.  

Lets begin, Danielle says as he lightly rubs my ass.

I feel my ass ring pucker as I try to push the plug out.  It is a lot harder than I thought it would be.  I apply more and more pressure until the plug starts extending out.  Right when I feel the middle of the plug about to pop past my anal ring

SLAP!

Oh! I scream as the plug punches back into my guts and I lunge forward slightly.  

Oh, God! I let out a second later when the sting across my ass cheeks actually registers.

Yesterday, I was so focused on what hitting the plug felt like that I hadnt given much thought to the slap itself.  It hurts!  Believe it or not, Ive never been spanked before.  I got into trouble here and there growing up but never did anything bad enough to warrant a spanking.  I knew spankings hurt but I had no idea.  If Danielles small hand hurts this bad then I can only imagine what my fathers feels like.  Or worse, that damn whip.

One Danielle, I say.

Good girl, Danielle praises.

I feel a tinge of pride that I remembered to count the hit.  Im guessing that most new students forget that bit.

Praise or not, Im still hesitant to push the plug back out for another hit.  Danielle seems patient as he kneels there next to me.  I dont want to push my luck so I only wait 20 seconds before forcing the plug back out.

SLAP!

Oh! Oh!

I told myself I wouldnt scream this time but I just cant help it.  As the pain washes over me I try to imagine how Danielle could possibly find pleasure in this.  He even came this way.  My dick is hard still but I dont see a climax coming any time soon.  Sure, the plug is slamming into my ass clit but it is hitting way too hard to be pleasurable.  

Two, Danielle! I grunt.

I want to beg Danielle for mercy but I already know this has to be done. 

SLAP!

Oh! I yell in both pain and surprise.

I hadnt pushed out on the plug yet and wasnt expecting the hit.  I then remember how Danielle lost control of his plug yesterday.  God, my plug is sliding out on its own!

Three, Da.

SLAP!

Oh, God! I scream.  Fou

SLAP!

Oh, please! I scream even louder. 

SLAP!

Oh! 

SLAP!

The hits start coming faster than I can count them out.  I try to slow them down by gripping the plug with my asshole but Ive lost complete control of my hole.

SLAP!

Oh!

SLAP!

Oh!

SLAP!

Oh!

My ass is on fire and it takes me several seconds to realize the hits have stopped.  I feel Danielles delicate hand holding my plug in place as he uses his other hand to maneuver me.  He backs me up a few feet and I see a small pool of cum come into view.  It is barely a tablespoons worth but it is there.  I will admit that I felt some small tingles mixed in with all that pain but I sure as hell didnt feel like I had cum.  When I look under myself I see that the head of my dick is indeed wet with cum.

After what happened with Danielle last night I feel the need to demonstrate that Im not gay and dont like eating cum.  Refusing to clean my mess would be a good way to show this.  However, my burning ass cheeks remind me what will happen if I refuse.  I decide to delay my protest until later when my ass isnt quite as sore.  Besides, its really not that much cum.  I ate significantly more last night.  I scrunch up my nose in disgust and then lean down and clean up my mess.

Once the cum is in my belly Danielle pulls me up until Im sitting on my heels.

It hurts to sit but at least the cleanup is over.  I swallow hard when Danielle stands in front of me.  Does he expect me to suck his dick like he did my father yesterday?  

Please dont ask me to do that! the voice in my head screams.  

What scares me is that I know I might actually do it if Danielle insists.  I just cant handle any more spanking right now.

There is an awkward silence as Danielle looks down at me.  I can tell by the determined look in his eyes and the bulge under his skirt that he wants me to suck him.  

Please dont ask! the voice screams again.

I sigh in relief when Danielle finally turns and walks back to the bathroom.

Come on, Danielle says over his shoulder.

My legs are shaky but Im able to stand and follow.  I have to keep my hand on the plug though to keep it from sliding out.  Danielle giggles when he sees me walk in like that.

Dont worry, you will get control of it in a few minutes, he assures me.  You need to work on your ass muscles though.  You lost control way too soon.  The punishments arent as bad if you can use your ass muscles to slow down the hits.

I want to ask how one goes about working on your ass muscles.  However, Im more concerned at how certain he seems to be that I will be getting more spankings in the future.  They wont spank me as long as I follow the rules and do what they say, right? God, I hope not.  That spanking was absolutely horrible.  My insides still havent settled down.

I watch as Danielle undresses, folds his clothes and puts them in a neat pile.  As his skirt comes off I note that his dick is indeed hard under his cotton panties.  I blush when Danielle catches me staring and gives me a wink.  I quickly look down at the floor below me.  I blush harder when I realize my dick is still rock hard.  I can only imagine what Danielle is thinking.

I feel the need to explain that Im not sexually interested in him.  That yesterday was a mistake.  I had lost control in the heat of the moment because of the drugs.  However, Im too ashamed and embarrassed to talk about it.  So, I just keep looking down and try to order my cock to go soft.  It doesnt listen.

Danielle discards his panties and then hops into the tub.  The tub really does look cozy.  It looks nice and warm and Danielle even put bubble bath in it.  Bubble bath is kind of girly, but it does look inviting.

Im envious as I watch him sink down into the bubbles.  All I have in my room is a shower.  Showers are all that I normally do anyway, but a bath would feel good right now.

Jump in! Danielle giggles.

Taking a bath with Danielle wasnt what I had in mind.  Not by a long mile.  A warm bath is relaxing.  A bath with another boy not so much.

Ive already showered, I inform him.

Come on! Danielle says while making an exaggerated pout with his rosy lips.

He is still joking around but I can tell that I will offend him if I refuse the invitation.  Im still a little upset with him from yesterday, but that does not mean I want him upset with me.  His friendship is already starting to pay off.  If he didnt like me then I probably would have ended up getting spanked by my dad instead of Danielle.  As painful as it was, Im still very grateful for him looking out for me like that.  Not enough to forgive him for yesterday, but it is a start.

The tub is a little bigger than the one we have at home.  It is maybe an extra foot and a half wide possibly a little longer also.  Danielle and I are small for our ages but I still dont see how we can both get into the tub without touching each other.  Im sure thats not an issue for Danielle but it is for me.

I carefully step in and then sit with my knees up toward my chest and my back at the opposite end as Danielles.  I thought for sure Danielle would insist I sit closer, but he seems happy with my choice.

Yay! Danielle cheers and then throws some bubbles at me.

I smile but see no need for celebration.  He slides down under the water and I briefly feel one of his feet up against my hard dick.  Im about to push it away when it disappears on its own.  Danielles head pops back out with a tower of bubbles on top of it.  

I cant help but laugh.  He looks so silly.  Plus, there is a kind of innocent playfulness to him.  His wet blonde hair makes him look much younger as well.  Right now hes just a little child playing in the bubbles.  It is hard to imagine that just under those bubbles he has a huge plug up his ass.

After Danielle plays around like that for a couple minutes I begin to relax a little.  I let my legs slide down into the water.  They mingle with his but there is nothing sexual about it.  The nice thing is that I didnt even get the spout end of the tub.  This surprises me since Danielle got in first.

Danielle finally settles down and Im able to lay my head back and really relax.  My eyes are closed and Im on the verge of falling asleep when I feel Danielle grab one of my feet.  He lifts it to the surface of the bubbles and begins massaging it.  Man that feels good.  I dont say anything though.  The massage doesnt seem sexual but if I compliment him on it then he might use it as some kind of foreplay.

I peek down at him when the massage ends and I feel something rub against one of my toenails.  He is filing my toenails.  Ive seen my sisters do this before and it takes a ridiculously long time.  I mean, all you have to do is get some clippers and you are done in like 30 seconds.  I think about telling Danielle this but he looks happy working on my toes so I close my eyes again.

He slowly goes from toe to toe. Once done he picks up a small bottle and squeezes something on each toenail.  Then he takes some kind of cue tip thing and pokes around everywhere that the nail touches the skin.  It doesnt hurt or anything, but it does make me wonder what the hell the purpose of it is.

Finally, he lowers that foot and lifts up my other one.  He repeats the whole procedure with this foot.

This time when he finishes he doesnt lower the foot.  Instead, he slides a little closer to me and raises more of my leg up out of the water.

What are you doing? I finally ask.

You have to do all of this at least once a week, Danielle replies, not really answering my question.

Hold up! I say when I see him put some shaving gel on my leg.  

We will both get into trouble if your trainer shows up tomorrow and you arent freshly shaven, Danielle explains.  Trust me, they will be VERY upset.

But my legs arent hairy, I say.

My mind was frantic and I said the first thing that came to mind.  Surprisingly, it actually made sense.

Too hairy for a girl, Danielle counters and begins rubbing the gel around on my leg.

I blush when Danielle says this.  I was so relaxed earlier that I all but forgot my current situation.

I really dont want my legs shaven, but I reason that male swimmers do it all the time.  It doesnt necessarily make me any less of a man.

It feels weird as Danielle runs the razor up and down my leg.  He does the other leg and then has me stand so he can get the upper sections.  This becomes a very embarrassing moment since my dick is still very hard.

No, I groan when he then applies the gel to my groin area.

I have very little hair there to begin with.  Why do they need it cut it off?  There is no point in protesting.  I already know there is no getting out of this.  

Oh, I let out by accident when Danielle grabs my hard dick so he can move it out of the way.

As he shaves my precious pubes away I notice that his other hand is massaging my dick a little more than necessary.  Hes not jacking me off, but it does seem like he is teasing me.  

With his wet hair and small B-cup breasts, I have to admit that he looks like a little 10 or 11 year old girl playing with my dick.  I chastise myself the second that I think this.  His dick may still be hidden below the bubbles but I know it is still there.

Mmm, I moan again when he starts shaving my balls.

The razor feels good against my balls but Im also scared he will cut them.  I think he realizes my fear and tries to distract me by rubbing my dick a little harder.  Im disgusted at how good it feels.

I close my eyes and try to forget that it is a boy playing with my dick.  This is so disgusting and very wrong, yet it feels so good.  I tell myself it is just a hand job.  Plus, he is doing it to me and not the other way around.  It pales in comparison to what we did yesterday.

Oh! I groan when I feel something warm and wet envelope my cock.

I look down to see Danielles red lips sliding up and down my shaft.

No, we shouldnt do this, I whisper.  Please stop.

Even as I say it I find myself involuntarily pressing forward with my hips.  The next thing I know I have a hold of Danielles head and Im humping back and forth in his mouth.

Oh, shit! Oh, shit! I pant as I ejaculate into Danielles throat.

The climax is so strong that I have to put one of my hands against the wall to keep from falling down.

The glow of the climax slowly dissipates and Im left with just the disgust and shame of what just happened.  Its too much and I start crying.  I pull my dick from Danielles mouth and turn away.  I go to step out of the tub but Danielle grabs onto my legs from behind.

Its okay, he assures me.  I suck your dad all the time.

I dont like hearing that my dad indulges in this a lot.  However, it is a little comforting to know my dad really cant be upset with me for doing it myself.  Not that I would want him to ever find out.

Its a little comforting but Im still very ashamed of myself.  Im still crying as Danielle pulls me down so that Im sitting in the tub again.  Only this time I face away from him.  Im too embarrassed to face him right now.

He slides in close behind me and gives me a hug.  I know he is trying to be nice but the feel of his hard dick against my back just reminds me of where I am and what just happened.

Danielle rubs my back until I stop crying.  Once Im calmed down he lifts my left arm and puts shaving gel in my armpit.  I dont even say anything.  Having my arm pits shaved seems trivial right now.

The next 30 minutes are awkwardly uncomfortable as Danielle does to my fingernails basically the same thing he did to my toenails.  Only he does it from behind which requires him to press tight against me and reach around.  It is basically one long intimate embrace.  Danielle even kisses me on the neck a few times.

I want to push him away or at least verbally chastise him.  However, I dont feel I have much right to do so.  I just fucked his throat for Gods sake.  Who am I to now deny him a simple embrace?  I know this might lead him on a bit.  However, I obviously plan to tell him I dont feel that way about him.  However, I will let him down easy and not be a dick and do it immediately after cumming in his throat.  It is the least I can do.

As we get out and towel off, Im ashamed to see that Im hard again already.  I really dont understand why Im so horny today.  I can only guess that it is the larger size plug.  I note that my hard on looks 10 times more perverted now that Im bald down there.

I watch as Danielle gets dressed.  My hope is that Ive somehow earned the right to eat some normal food.  I let Danielle shave me and even suck me off.  That has to be worth something.  He walks me through the guest room and back into my room though.  Im disappointed but there is still a chance Ill get something later.  Im not too hungry right now anyway.

Im not surprised when we stop at the makeup area.  We dry and brush our hair.  Danielle insists on curling my hair again.  Only this time he has me do half of it.  It is harder than I expected.  

Im not too happy when Danielle gets a pair of tweezers and starts plucking my eyebrows.  Damn that hurts!  At first I think he is just getting a few rogue hairs out of the way.  However, he keeps plucking and plucking.  

He is well into it before I realize he is shaping my eyebrows to look more feminine.  It is too late to turn back now though.  Im stunned when I turn to the mirror and see the final product.  It makes my face look 10 times more girly.  I would have never imagined something so simple could make such a difference.

There is only one problem  Im not a girl!  

This isnt something I can just wash off or hide!  It will take weeks for those hairs to grow back.  I then realize they will just have me pluck them again.  God, I have to get out of here!

Makeup comes next.  Again, Danielle does part of it and has me do the rest.  It is hard for me to master it.  As a boy I guess Im just not as patient and try to rush it.  I also have trouble doing the fine details and keep brushing this or that too hard.  I eventually get it down.  I dont do as well as Danielle but Im still proud.  Well, not proud that Im putting makeup on just proud to be able to do it.  Drew and Casey will be very impressed when they see me doing this.

I have to admit that the whole makeup experience does provide a kind of escape.  As we put it on Danielle and I do a lot of chatting about this and that.  Sometimes I get so engrossed in a conversation that I actually forget where Im at.  

The only problem we have is coming up with subjects both of us are interested in.  Im into sports and things like that and Danielle just wants to talk about girly things.  Even when we talk about something I like it always ends up being spoiled by him.  For example, I might talk about football and Danielle will start commenting on which players are the cutest, or how the uniforms show off their muscles and stuff.  

Even this can be fun sometimes though.  It becomes almost like a game between us.  He brings up a girly subject and I try to turn it into a manly conversation.  Then he does the opposite to me.  For laughs we sometimes switch roles and he tries to be manly and I girly.  We are almost rolling on the floor laughing whenever we do that.

We finish our makeup and Danielle moves us back to the guest room where we lay on the bed.  Im a little hesitant considering what happened the last time we were in this bed; especially considering Im still naked.  

Danielle brings a small box with him from the makeup area.  I swallow hard when he opens the box and I see an assortment of nail polishes inside.  I know I should object.  However, its just one more small detail.  What more harm could it really do?  Of course, I thought similar things about the treatment of my toe and finger nails; then the shaving; then the curling of my hair; then the plucking of the eyebrows; then the makeup and now look at me.  

I lie back on the bed and do just that.  I stare up at the ceiling mirror and see a beautiful Janice looking back.  And she is beautiful.  I know from yesterday that she is also a nasty slut.  These are two qualities I always look for in a girl.  Unfortunately, she is really a he and she is me.

Before getting to the polish, Danielle pulls out this weird double sided pad.  One side is semi coarse and the other side very fine.  He says we have to remove all the rough thick skin off the bottom of my feet.  I point out that the bottom of my feet have thick skin for a reason.  He just laughs and starts scrubbing.  It tickles but Im also scared he is going to rub too much away.  He doesnt though.  First it is the rough side then the very fine one.  He rubs some kind of lotion all over my foot then does the other one.

The whole procedure seems pointless to me.  Its the bottom of my feet for goodness sake.  Who is ever going to notice?  

After this, Danielle grabs a small bottle containing a clear fluid.  He rolls some paper towels and puts them between my toes in order to separate them.  Then he starts applying the clear fluid.  For a moment Im delighted because I think he has decided on a clear polish.  However, he explains it is just a varnish.  This is the equivalent of a primer for you guys out there.  He claims it protects the nails and makes the polish stick better and last longer.

Next comes the polish itself.  We go with a very simple pink for both the fingers and the toes.  Danielle says we will maybe try something more complex next weekend.  Oh, goodie something to look forward to not.

Danielle does 5 toes and 5 fingers.  I do the same.  I do okay but when you look close enough you can tell the difference between the two sets.

Danielle finishes everything off with a coat of clear polish.  Then we do something very silly.  We wait.  Ever hear the phrase, watching paint dry?  Well, guess what thats what girls apparently do.  Or at least that is what is required with the polishes we have.  Im not sure if that means it is a very good or very bad product.

Im shocked when I look up at the mirror again.  Janice looks twice as girly as she did the last time I looked all because of 20 simple dabs of pink polish.  Janice now dominates the image before me.  Jacks cock is the only remnant left of my former self.  However, it is standing up stiff and proud trying to rage against the dying of the light.  No, Jack will not go gentle into that good night.  Or so I pray.

We have an hour to kill so Danielle turns the TV on.  She turns the BluRay machine on as well.  The same disc plays but thankfully Danielle fast forwards past several scenes.

This is my favorite part! Danielle says as he lies down next to me with his head just below my chest.

Im not happy about the close contact, but at least he is not trying to neck with me or something.

The part Danielle forwarded to turns out to be some kind of oral evaluation compilation.  It shows a series of very young girls giving blowjobs.  Some of the girls are shown naked and others in their school uniform.  The male they perform on is the same in all of them though.  Its Dean Miller of course.  

It seems clear to me that the Dean provided these clips in order to send me the message that he plans to soon make me do this with him.  He probably even expects me to study it so I know what he likes best.  I got news for him, Ill bite his fucking dick off if he tries to put it in my mouth.

Despite my anger, I have to admit that watching the little girls perform does make me hard.  Or at least it would if I wasnt already hard.  The Deans dick is enormous and its cute to watch the little girls try to handle it.  It really isnt a fair oral test for any of them.  Its a good 2.5 inches thick and maybe  9 inches long.  Most of the girls cant even get the head of the dick into their mouths.

Ive seen my share of porn lately and I always like the cum shots the best.  That wasnt the case with these Dean Miller clips.  It just reminded me that it might be me accepting that load one day soon if Im not careful.  

There are 5 girls total.  The final and cutest one was a little blonde about 8 or 9 years old.  She looked absolutely adorable in her little school uniform.  She also gave a half way decent blowjob all things considering.

The Dean must have liked her also because the next series of clips were of just her and him.  They were each dated one year apart.  Im guessing they are annual reviews of some kind.

It is a huge turn on to see this little girl grow up right before my eyes.  The first was 6 years back.  The next was 5 years back.  There was a noticeable improvement in her skills after just that first year.  She still couldnt get much of the dick into her mouth but she made up for it in enthusiasm.  

It was hot to watch and I could feel my dick lurching.  Danielle notices this and giggles and then starts making playful swats at it with his fingers and palm.  I know he is just playing but it actually feels kind of good.  I feel a little ashamed but not too much since its really the girl in the video that is turning me on.

The little girl gets a lot prettier and better skilled in the next clip.  In this one she even has her top off.  She is only about 10 and doesnt have much to look at.  She is sucking a mean cock now though.  She has trouble with the Deans but you can easily tell she would not have problems with one my size.

Oh! I groan when I feel Danielles mouth envelope my dick.

I try to pull his head away but it is a feeble attempt at best.  Im just too excited from watching this girl work the Deans dick.

The girl is even cuter in the next clip.  She has gone from pigtails to a slightly more sophisticated curly hairdo.  She looks a little familiar now.  According to the videos, she would be around 14 or 15 by now.  That means she is no doubt still enrolled here.  Who knows, I might have even had sex with her in one of the classrooms.

All I know for sure is that she gives a great blowjob.  She manages half of the Deans dick this time.  She also has picked up some techniques on how to work his balls.  Danielle is clearly watching the video out of the corner of his eye because he is mimicking most of what the girl on the screen is doing.

Oh! I groan as my climax starts to near.

The next clip starts up and now the girl looks extremely familiar but I cant quite place the face.  The girl is topless again and her breasts are just starting to develop.  Im sure she got an A+ from the Dean this year because she really pulls out all the stops.  She licks up and down the dick, jacks on it, sucks his balls and swallows at least half of it again.  She performs almost as good as Danielle is currently doing on my own cock.

Im extremely near and decide to grab the remote and turn the volume up so I can hear the sloppy sounds she might be making.  

Thats it, work that dick, the Dean says.  Thats a good girl.

I block out the Deans voice and pretend it is mine instead.  That it is me on that screen feeding the little girl my dick.  The thought takes me over the edge and I start cumming.

Take my load, the Jack on the TV screen orders.  Thats it, swallow all my cum Danielle!

Wait! What? Did I just think that? Or did I actually say that? Or did the Dean just say that?

Im mid climax and cant think straight.  All I can do is ride the wave of pleasure.

Like earlier in the day, the wave of pleasure unfortunately lands me on a shore bed of hard rocks.  God, I did it again!  Whats wrong with me!?  How could I stay excited with Danielle touching my dick, let alone cum with it in his mouth?

My humiliation and shame reach an all-time height when the next clip starts and it becomes clear that it was indeed the Dean that mentioned Danielles name.  The girl in the video is Danielle!  He is two or three years younger still in this clip but there are way too many similarities for it not to be him.  

I feel like vomiting when I realize I not only let Danielle suck me off again but was even fantasizing about him at the same time.  I try to convince myself that I thought he was a she in the video.  However, that doesnt change the fact that it wasnt.

It all becomes too overwhelming and I just stare blankly at the ceiling.  I dont even have the will power to push Danielle away from my cock.  He just keeps on suckling on my dick as it slowly softens.

My humiliation jumps a notch higher still when my eyes focus on the image above me in the mirror.  For an instant I think it is Jack laying there.  Then I realize it is actually Janice and Danielle playing together.  Or at least I try to convince myself of that.  In reality I know it is really Jack up there looking down or at least I think it is.

Oh, God! Im getting hard again! the voice in my head screams.  Please, not again!

To my credit, I do finally reach down again and try to nudge Danielle off my cock.  I dont nudge hard enough and he keeps on sucking.  I think to push harder but realize I cant.  My nails are still drying and I risk damaging them if I get too aggressive.

I realize how stupid of an excuse that is.  The truth is that I dont know exactly why I give in.  I guess Im just too mentally worn out to care right now.  

There are still two more clips of the Dean and Danielle.  I hear them on the TV but I just stare up at Janice.  When the Dean barks orders it is Janices lips that move.  Or at least I think they do.  The illusion is enhanced by the fact that the Danielle in Janices lap is following said orders.

Take daddys load! Janice groans and then climaxes.

The climax provides a brief, yet sweat, escape from reality.  Then the wave of humiliation hits me again.

I try to avoid the humiliation by thinking of other things.  For example, I start thinking about why so many of the instructors seem to often refer to themselves as daddy when having sex with the kids.  

My initial conclusions have been that it is a fantasy that helps get the instructors off.  However, something dawns on me.  There are a ton of parents that dont work at the school like my father does.  Is it possible that part of the training is to prepare students for possible sexual abuse at home?  

Now that I think about it, there must be tons of these girls being sexually abused at home.  The school provides an outstanding academic program, but Im sure all of the parents must know about the sexual aspects of the curriculum also.  

It wouldnt surprise me if the sexual aspects arent the primary reasons some parents enroll their kids here.  I mean, the school always plays up how every successful woman in the county is a Humbled Girl.  However, they spit out a lot of graduates each year.  By now there must be 100 times more Humbled Girls out there than possible high positions in the area.

God! I suddenly realize that Ive run across several Humbled Girls that even still live at home with their parents.  Most are only in their 20s, but just being a graduate here pretty much guarantees you a decent job, even if you decide not to get advance degrees in college.  They would easily be able to get their own place.  Hell, half the men in the county would buy them a house just for the chance of building a relationship.  Men who marry Humbled Girls receive a higher status around here.  These men dont always become successful businessmen, but they sure as hell look a lot happier.

No, please stop! I groan.

My little diversion isnt working as I had hoped and I can feel yet another climax nearing.  

Oh! Oh! Oh! I let out as each jet shoots into Danielles throat.

This climax felt odd compared to my normal ones.  It is pleasurable but also with a tinge of discomfort thrown in.  Im certain it has something to do with the fact that it is my third climax in just 45 minutes.

Please! I beg a little louder.

I also try harder to push Danielle away.  Finally he lifts his head up and gives me an angry look.

You are going to mess your nails up! he growls.

I explain that the nails are probably dry enough by now.  He doesnt accept this answer and pulls my hands out away from my body.  He then jumps up from the bed.  Im regretful that Danielle is upset about the nails.  However, Im also happy he has at least stopped sucking my dick.  Im not sure I could have handled another climax.

Whwhat are you doing? I ask when I see him reaching under the bed to my right.

I look on in shock when he brings up a leather wrist restraint with a chain attached to it.  The look Danielle gives me is scary.  It reminds me of the look he gave me this morning when he caught me messing with my dick.  I dont want to upset him further so I dont resist as he puts the restraint on my right wrist.

However, when he comes around to the other side of the bed I start to really worry.  Sure enough, he reaches under the bed and then comes up with another wrist restraint.  I pull my hand away when he reaches for it.  

Do you really want a visit from the headmaster? he growls.

I timidly extend my arm back out so he can cuff my wrist.  Danielle looks angry but I know he is just trying to help me.  By acting this way he is saving me from much worse consequences.  

Still, it concerns me that he knows I will do about anything to avoid a visit from my father.  That gives him a lot of power over me.  It frightens me that he might decide to abuse that power.  We are quickly becoming good friends though and I trust him not to do such a thing.

There is a little slack in the chain but not much.  As I test their strength I cant help but wonder how many other boys these cuffs might have been used on.

No, please, I beg when Danielle gets back on the bed and works a towel under my hips and upper legs.  

He then starts sucking my cock again.  To make matters worse, he has changed his position and is now between my legs.  From this angle I can clearly see his face.  At least before I could only see the back of his head. 

Danielle sucks my semi hard dick deep into his throat and then looks up into my eyes.  Embarrassed I avert my eyes to the ceiling again.  For instant I get turned on by how hot Janice looks all tied up.  Then I remember that I have a boy sucking my dick.  However, its too late and my dick is already stiff again.

Danielle diligently works on my cock for almost a half hour before I climax yet again.  Im sure I could have held out a little longer but it was clear Danielle wasnt going to stop until I came.  I figured I might as well cum and get it over with.  

There was a tinge of sexual high during the climax but most of it was just uncomfortable.  I would even call it painful.  

Please, stop! I beg when I realize Danielle doesnt plan to stop.

He doesnt listen.  If anything he just seems to take it as a challenge.  He sucks my balls, licks up and down my dick and deeply throat fucks himself with my cock.  He keeps getting me near climax but I keep pulling myself back.  I dont care if he wins this little battle or not, Im just scared of what it will feel like if I cum again.  I lose the battle when he starts playing with my plug.  He tugs at it just a little at first.  Within a couple minutes he is pulling it almost all the way out and then slowly forcing it back in.

Oh! God! I scream as I cum for a fourth time.

This time it kind of burns as I climax.  My balls also feel like they are being squeezed.  Its not super painful but it greatly diminishes what little pleasure I got out of it.  

Four climaxes is a lot but my personal record is 7 climaxes in a single day.  Emphasis on the word DAY!  Danielle just isnt giving my body time to recoup.  At this rate I fear he is going to kill me soon.

Please, I cant cum anymore! I beg when it is clear Danielle isnt done yet.

Oh, I think there is a lot more in there I can get, Danielle says with a grin as he lowers his head back to my dick.

Ive lost track of time but I am positive that my nails are plenty dry.  It becomes clear that the real purpose of the restraints is just to prevent me from stopping Danielle.  

Danielle knows this is not comfortable for me.  I highly doubt it is comfortable for him either.  I trust him enough to know he wouldnt do it unless it was part of my training.  Yet, we are probably 2 hours into it and I still have no clue what Im supposed to be learning.

Oh! I groan when I feel my ass clit being rubbed.

Danielle has completely removed my plug and is now using two of his fingers to massage my clit.  It brings back flashes of my time with the Dean.  Im now convinced I will always think of the Dean when someone touches me there.

Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Holy fuck! I grunt over and over as I cum yet again.

Man was that intense!  There was a burst of pleasure at the start but then it felt like I was cumming a bunch of needles instead of sperm.

My pink covered fingernails are now digging into the covers as Danielle continues to play with my ultra sensitive dick.  It takes several minutes before the sensitivity dies down a little.

My dick isnt that comfortable right now, but at least this discomfort will prevent me from cumming again.

However, right when I think this I feel Danielle add another finger up my ass.  His fingers are small compared to the plug and the Deans fingers, so its not uncomfortable or anything. However, I feel a forth finger enter.  Then I feel him forcing his thumb in next to them.

Please dont, I beg.

He doesnt listen.  He just slowly pushes inward.  

Too big!  Too big! I cry out.

Danielles hand is small, but it feels like the size of a bowling ball right now.  

OH! SHIT! I yell when his hand reaches its widest point and then suddenly slides all the way in.

OH! SHIT! I yell again as my next climax begins.

No more, I manage to whisper in between pants.

Danielle just lifts my legs up onto his shoulders in order to give his hand easier access to my asshole. 

OH! I grunt as his hand forces its way back into my ass.

Now the fun really begins, Danielle giggles as I feel his hand form a fist inside me.

9.

I wake to find myself still chained to the bed.  Danielle is no longer sucking me though.  Instead, he is cuddled up next to me with his head on the side of my chest.  I glance over and see it is 5 p.m.  

I cant tell if Danielle is asleep or not.  I hold very still in hopes of not disturbing him.  Not that I can move far anyway.  

As I lay there I get flashes of what happened earlier.  I clearly remember Danielle forming a fist deep inside my ass.  Everything is a bit sketchy after that.  The main thing that sticks out is the discomfort from all the climaxes that occur as he fists me.  I never knew something so pleasurable could be turned into something so unpleasant.  By the end I was climaxing but nothing was actually coming out.  I lost track of how many times I came but I know I shattered my personal record.

Welcome back, sugar, Danielle says when he notices Im awake.

I pray that he doesnt plan to start up again.  I think something is already broken inside my dick and balls.  All I know for sure is that I never want to cum again for the rest of my life.

Danielle pulls himself up to face level with me and then runs his fingers through my hair a few times.  He then leans in and gives me a short kiss on the lips.

Im repulsed by the kiss.  Not only is he a boy but I know where those lips have been recently.  As he backs away I focus on his lips to make sure they arent still covered with cum.  They look clean but I do notice they are a little puffier than before.  His lips are clearly swollen from all the cock sucking serves the bastard right.

Should we start again? he purrs.

Please, no! I quickly respond.

Are you sure? he says as though in deep thought.  I think I can still get a little more out of you.

No more, please! I beg.

I tell you what, he says after a pause.  I will let you choose.  I can make you cum a few more times or you can make me cum once.

Whwhat would I have to do? I manage to ask after several seconds.

I feel like I will die if he makes me cum any more.  Yet, there are many things worse than death.  Danielle is pretty and all but no way would I suck his dick or do anything disgusting like that.

How about this, he says after a moment.  We will make it a game.  You dont have to do anything you dont want to do.  However, you only get 20 minutes to make me cum.  If you win then I wont make you cum any more today.

Danielle seems to cum at the drop of a hat so Im pretty sure there must be a catch.  Yet, Im just not seeing what it might be.  Besides, what choice do I have?  Any deal is better than no deal.

How about I sweeten the pot, he says when I dont reply right away.  If you win then you also get to choose whatever food you want to eat.  However, if you lose then it is dog food and at least 4 more climaxes.

I get a tinge of affection for Danielle when he offers this.  He had me already with the prior bet and he knew it.  He could have easily forced me into doing something later in order to avoid the dog food but he tossed it into this deal to make it easier on me.  Having him as a friend is really paying off.  I know it seems like a small victory, but its still a victory.

Okay, I whisper.

Danielle gets on his knees and bounces up and down on the bed a couple times in celebration.  Then he calms down and looks over at the clock.

Alright, time starts now! he says.

I wait for him to let me loose but he just kneels there.

No fair! I protest.

I never said I would let you lose, he giggles.

I just look up at him in anger.  I just knew there had to be a catch.  How could I not see this coming?

Okay, Ill give you a chance, he finally says.  If my little girl asks me nicely then I will rub my cock on her belly.

Danielle emphasizes the title little girl when he says it.  I know how he wants me to respond but Im not sure I can bring myself to do it.  Then I remember the consequences of losing this bet.  

Please rub yourself on your little girls tummy, I whisper with a blush.

Close, Danielle grins.  Remember, you are my little girl.  What does that make me?

Mommy? I ask, confused.

Closer, he giggles.

I blush.  Of course Im sure Danielle would prefer the title of mommy but that is not the standard around here.

Ddaddy, please rub yourself on my belly, I whisper.

A little louder, Danielle says a little more seriously.  So the cameras can hear you.

Or anyone that might be in the observation room, he adds with a whisper.

I look at Danielle in shock when he says this.  I then glance at the wall near the foot of the bed where an observation window would normally be.  I see the now muted large screen TV which is still playing the BluRay.  There is a mirror to one side of the TV but it is significantly smaller than the ones in the other rooms.  It is maybe 2 feet wide and three feet tall.  It even has a normal frame around it.  Thats just a normal mirror, right? It cant be an observation mirror can it?

I stare at it for a few seconds and then notice something odd.  There is a rolled up dark cloth attached to the wall at the top of the mirrors frame.  Why would that be there?  The answer suddenly hits me like a ton of bricks.  The cloth is for privacy.  If a guest wants privacy then they can just untie the cloth and it will unroll over the top of the mirror.  They can then reach up and unplug the camera as well.

No one is in there, right? I whisper.

Tic Toc, Danielle giggles.

Who could be in there? Is the Dean in there? My dad?  God, please tell me no one is actually in there.  I reason that everything is being recorded anyway and therefore it shouldnt matter if anyone is in the observation room.  But it does matter!

Ddaddy, please rub yourself on my belly, I say louder this time and begin to cry.

I blush as Danielle straddles my hips and leans over me.  He has a serious look on his face and stares me directly in the eyes as he starts grinding his cock and balls against my lower belly.

Oh, daddy likes this, Danielle purrs above me.

I expect Danielle to cum right away but he doesnt.  He just slowly grinds back and forth and up and down against my belly.

You know, daddy really gets turned on when he kisses his little girl, Danielle whispers after a minute.

I expect him to lean in and start kissing me but he doesnt.  Then I remember I have to ask for everything first.  Otherwise he risks voiding the bet.  

Pl please kiss me, daddy, I finally request.

Danielle leans in until his perky little breasts are touching my flat chest.  He rubs his hard nipples against my own a few times and then leans further in and begins kissing me.

The kisses start out small but it isnt long and his tongue is making its way into my mouth.  Im disgusted but its not like I havent done this before.  Granted, Im not high like I was last time.

Hes really a girl.  Hes really a girl.  I keep trying to trick myself into thinking this is true but I know it isnt.  Im tongue kissing a guy!  AND, someone might be in the next room watching!

It takes all my willpower not to be sick as we share each others spit.  It takes just as much willpower to get myself to actually participate in the kiss.  I dont want to participate in it but I know Danielle will have a harder time cumming if I just lay here like a dead fish.

We kiss like that for what seems an eternity.  At one point he lifts his head and looks at the clock.

Does my little girl like kissing daddy? he asks.

Yes, I reply with a blush.

Danielle then dives back in and we are tonguing again.  Please cum, Danielle!  Please cum! I keep screaming it in my head but the kiss continues.

Daddy is getting close, Danielle says as he looks at the clock again.  We only have 2 minutes left though.

God! Only two minutes left!  I raise my head up but I cant reach his lips.  I know he wont cum just hovering like that.

I think I know what will make daddy cum, Danielle says after several seconds.  Daddy will probably cum real fast if you promise to eat his cum.

Ill do it! I reply.

Im so close to the deadline that I dont take the time to analyze what Im agreeing too.  Yes, Ive eaten his cum before but I was drugged at the time.  If I took a few more seconds to think about it then Im sure I would change my mind.  But I dont.  Im too focused on getting this over with.

Say it right, Danielle says with a grin.

Please let me eat your cum, daddy! I beg in frustration.

It only takes Danielle two more strokes and his climax begins.

Oh! Daddys cumming on his little girl! Danielle screams.

A second later I feel a hot stream of cum hit my belly and lower chest.  It is quickly followed by three more splashes in the same area.

I let out a sigh of relief.  Not only did I win the bet but he didnt have time to move so he could cum into my mouth.  

My relief is short lived.  After he stops cumming he reaches down and scoops some of the cum up with his fingers and brings it to my mouth.  I close my mouth and turn my head.  His fingers follow my mouth so I turn my head the other direction.

Does the little girl want her real daddy to come in and spank her? Danielle growls.

My eyes get wide.  Did Danielle just confirm that my father is in the observation room? Or, did he mean my father would come in from home to punish me?  I want to ask but Im scared of what the answer might be.  

Regardless of where my father actually is, I dont want a spanking from him.  Plus, Ive gone this far to win this bet, I might as well finish.  Otherwise all of that was for nothing.

Good girl, Danielle coos as I open my mouth.

Danielles cum is sweet and a little tart, just like yesterday.  I gag and my stomach tries to reject it, but I manage to get myself under control.  I suck the fingers clean and he removes them so he can gather some more.  He feeds me 6 more scoops and I gag 6 more times.  The only thing that keeps me from being sick is the fact that my stomach is pretty empty right now.

We are almost done, he informs me.  I just need you to lay here for about 10 more minutes and think about what we just did.  When I come back then all you have to do is give me a 1 minute deep kiss and this lesson will be over.

At that, Danielle turns the TV off and then leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.  At first I dont see much point in this 10 minute wait.  However, I quickly realize it is probably the most important part of the lesson whatever the lesson might be.

Had he just untied me then I could have easily distracted myself so I wouldnt have to face what just happened.  However, tied down like this and left alone I have no choice but to think about it.  It also forces me to think about the long kiss that is yet to come.  It takes only a minute before my face is flush and Im crying in both humiliation and shame.  

I cry for myself for several minutes.  Then I start crying in sadness for Danielle.  He plays the mean role well, but I doubt he wants to do any of this. Im his friend now, he shouldnt have to do these things to me.

The 10 minutes turns out to be more like 15.  Its fine though.  The extra time gives me a chance to get my crying under control.  

Finally, Danielle enters the room again.  He climbs up on the bed and leans over me.  He comes in for the dreaded kiss but stops about 3 inches short.  I know what he wants so I lean up and make the contact myself.  When he applies pressure I slowly lower my head and his lips follow.

His lips are closed at the start but I open my mouth.  I know he will soon demand that anyway.  This way he will maybe end the disgusting kiss sooner.

As he slowly opens his mouth I feel his spit slide into my mouth.  It seems a lot more than normal.  I guess he is just testing my resolve so I force myself to accept it.  However, as the spit hits my taste buds I realize its not spit at all.  Its cum!

I try to turn my head in order to break the kiss but he has a firm grip with both of his hands.  I close my lips but most of the cum is already in my mouth.  I wait for Danielle to back away so I can spit the cum out.  However, he just hovers there with his lips spread wide over my own.

My first thought is that Danielle saved up some of my cum from earlier.  Or, he went out of the room and jacked off into his hand and then sucked it into his mouth.  However, as I wait there I start analyzing the flavor.  It was strong and bitter.  It was far different than Danielles sweet taste.  It was also twice as bitter as my own.

This was someone elses cum! 

I quickly part my lips a little and spit as much as I can back into Danielles mouth.  God, whos cum is that!? It could be my own fathers for all I know.  The thought makes my stomach turn.

I try to struggle again when Danielle pinches my nose.  I almost escape his grip but he uses his other hand to get a tight grip on my hair.  For a very brief instant I actually get upset that he is messing up my curls.  I chastise myself for worrying about something so trivial at a time like this.

I finally have to open my mouth to try to breath and he spits the cum back inside.  He lets go of my nose but Im still struggling to get air into my lungs.  As a result I involuntarily leave my mouth open and he drains even more of the juices inside.

I want to spit it out again but Danielle has already demonstrated that this would do me no good.  So, I close my mouth and swallow my pride along with the cum.

Danielle tries to enter my mouth with his tongue again.  I see no point in struggling anymore so I open my lips and allow entry.  The kiss seems to last much longer than the predetermined minute.  By the time our lips part the flavor of the cum is long gone.

Danielle releases my wrists and I roll to my side in a semi fetal position.  I think about the training session we just had and I cry.  Danielle doesnt tell me whos cum was in his mouth and I dont ask.  I just pray it wasnt my fathers.  The only thing that keeps me from losing my mind is the knowledge that there were a great number of men that might have access to this area.  For that matter, Danielle could have gone out of this area to collect the sperm.  There were various instructors that did weekend work and at least two or three guards.

Danielle lets me lay there in silence for several minutes before he tells me to follow him.  When I start to walk I realize my plug is back in place.  Danielle must have put it in while I was asleep earlier.  I cant believe I didnt notice its return until now.

As we go out the door, for an instant I fear that Danielle is going to take me to the observation room so I can meet my mystery sperm donor.   However, he takes me on into my room.  Im pleased to find the room is still empty.

He sits me in the makeup chair and touches my face up.  It takes about 15 minutes but we are silent the whole time.  We dont chat and play around like we normally do here.  Im not really that angry with Danielle.  Im just too embarrassed to say anything right now.

Next we go to the bathroom where the pile of clothes is still waiting.  I put the pink shirt and the bluish hand woven skirt on first.

Do you like the skirt? Danielle says, breaking the long silence.  I made it just for you.

Its great, I mumble.

I feel like a heel after I say it.  It was pretty good craftsmanship and Im sure it must have taken Danielle a very long time to make.  I should have sounded more enthusiastic.  

I slip the white knitted pantyhose on next.  These are too intricate and delicate to be hand done.  Or at least I hope Danielle didnt go to all that trouble.  It takes me a bit of work to get them on.  They fit well but Im scared that if I hurry I might rip them.

I dont know anything about panty hose but Im certain you are supposed to wear panties with this particular kind.  My semi hard dick is clearly visible through the knitting.  Everything hides well under the skirt though.

I blush as I put the black high heels on.  As they go on, they make me feel twice as girly. Which I didnt think was possible considering the clothes, the hair, the makeup, the nail polish, etc.

Speaking of nail polish we did all that fucking work on my feet and now they are completely hidden under the panty hose and inside the shoes!

Wow! You look hot! Danielle says once I have the second heel on.

Thanks, I try to say more enthusiastically this time.

Danielle walks out of the bathroom and I follow.  Or at least I try.  The heels are about 2 to 3 inches high and are a ton harder to walk in than they look.  They feel so delicate that Im afraid Im going to break them.  Plus, every so often I step down a little croaked and the shoe in question wants to turn onto its side.  It doesnt help that I have this damn plug up my ass.

Danielle laughs as he watches me walk into the room.  

Practice, practice, practice, Danielle giggles.

For the next 30 minutes thats exactly what I do.  Danielle has me walk back and forth in the room until Im doing a half way decent job.

Finally we go back to the guest room to eat.  Again, I make sure I select only packaged items.  I also fill my glass up with tap water instead of the bottled stuff in the fridge.  The plastic bottles have a protective seal but I suspect someone could easily get drugs into it if they really wanted too.

How do you know they dont put it in the tap water, Danielle giggles.

Im not happy that he has figured out what Im trying to do.  However, his comment does make me giggle as well.  I dont know why though after all Ive been through today.  I guess it is just preferable to crying.  I am relieved though that Danielle doesnt seem angry about me trying to avoid the estrogen.  He doesnt even give me a friendly warning.  This tells me he understands my plight.  More importantly, it also tells me he probably wont report the incident.

I drank some tap water while I was showering but otherwise havent put anything in my stomach all day.  Well, other than cum.  I eat my selection of food in a matter of minutes.  I follow it with 2 glasses of water.  I go for more food but Danielle stops me.  Im disappointed that I cant have more but he is right in that Ive had plenty for one meal.  I was just hoping to store up a little extra to carry me through tomorrow.

I drink a third glass of water as I wait for Danielle to finish his meal.  By the time he is done we are chatting and giggling together like normal.  

After our meal I practice walking again for 30 more minutes.  Then we both undress, remove our plugs and hop into the guest bed in order to watch TV real TV, not the BluRay.  Yes, I said REAL TV!  It is so awesome!  It is just like being in my bedroom at home, only with a MUCH better TV.  Well, that and the fact that there is another naked boy in the bed with me.

Danielle cuddles up to me the entire night.  He also gives me several brief kisses on the lips every half hour or so.  It still feels disgusting and awkward but it isnt anything I cant live with.  Especially considering it comes with cable TV.

You did very well this weekend, Danielle whispers to me as it is getting late.

When it is finally time to sleep, Danielle gives me a kiss, sits up in bed and then runs his fingers through my hair until I slip away.

10.

I wake to the sound of the clock radio buzzing.  I turn it off and then realize Im alone in the bed.  I check the bathroom and find it empty also.  Im not sure why but Im a little disappointed that I didnt get to say goodbye to Danielle.  

Im thankful that he thought to set the alarm for me.  It gives me a chance to start the week off good by impressing my trainers.  The clock says 5:07 a.m.  Im assuming I have until at least 6 a.m. to get ready.

I grab my plug and all my clothes and go to run out.  I then realize that the room is a bit of a mess.  Since it is not my room, Im not sure if I will get into trouble for leaving it a mess.  However, Danielle might.  I put all my stuff down and quickly make the bed and tidy things up a little.  Its not as good as I first seen it but it looks decent enough.

Im glad I tidied up though because I find my #1 plug.  I take it and my other stuff back into my room.  I wash the #1 off and put it back into its place.  I pray that Drew or Casey notice it is back and decides to downgrade me to it.  I dont plan to hold my breath.

I give myself two enemas using the same recipe Drew had me use the past two days.  I even try to take a full half gallon each time.  I remember to be extra careful as I kneel on the floor.  The last thing I want to do is scratch or chip my toenail polish.  Its not something that can be fixed quickly.

My makeup and hair surprisingly looks half way decent so I decide to just shower from the neck down.

As I shower I start to wonder what would happen if someone used the shock collar on me right now.  Would the shock be worse? I debate this for a couple minutes and come to the conclusion that most of the electricity would just shoot through the water covering my body and ground out in the drain below.  Electricity does take the path of less resistance.  Its a good theory but not one I want to try to prove any time soon.

Im out of the shower, dried off and dressed in no time.  Im delighted when I leave the bathroom and find neither of my trainers are there yet.  I take advantage of this time in order to touch up my hair and makeup.  

With my trainers still not there, I decide to clean my room up a little.  The makeup area is about the only place that needs touching up.

What time are they going to get here?  Ive run out of things to do.  Im not in a rush to start my week but it would be nice to know when to expect them.  

I think about cleaning up Danielles room some more but Im afraid they wont be as impressed with me if they come in and find me in there.  I might even get into trouble.

I end up pacing back and forth in my room.  It helps pass the time and allows me to practice the high heels at the same time.

Well, arent you a pretty thing, Dean Miller says as he suddenly walks in.

Thanks you, Dean Miller, I say with a blush.

It suddenly dawns on me that I dont know what Im supposed to do.  Am I supposed to just stand here?  Am I supposed to bow or something?  I then remember the clips from the BluRay.  I was near my matt at the center of the room so I quickly went to it, got on my knees and sat back on my heels.  This is the pose all of the girls being tested were in prior to the Dean arriving.

I blush when I realize I might have just assumed a waiting position that is only used for blowjobs.  Man, I wish I would have thought of more questions like this for Danielle or at least paid more attention to stuff like this when I was a janitor instead of just looking at the girls asses and tits.

The Dean smiles and walks over to me.  He stands right in front of me.  I blush as I realize this is exactly what he did in the video clips.  The only difference is that there was a couch nearby where the second half of the evaluation always took place.

As he stands there I can see the outline of his huge cock through his suit pants.  He isnt hard yet but he is getting there.  For a moment I fear he is going to order me to pull his dick out and suck it.  He doesnt though.  He just stands there for a minute.  I can only guess that he is testing whether Im obedient enough yet to volunteer to perform the act.  That will be a cold day in hell when that happens.  

As it is now, I would bite his dick off if he tried to force it on me.  That is the plan anyway.  I already know Im full of it.  There is no way I would ever bite the Deans dick.  The punishment I would get would probably be unlike anything ever given in the schools history.  Yeah, I dont have the balls to temp that kind of fate.  Ive learned at least that much about myself in the past few days.

Breakfast time, the Dean announces as he heads for the kitchenette.

Im Im not hungry, sir, I quickly inform him.  I had plenty to eat last night.

Oh, really? the Dean says as he stops and looks my way.

Shit! I hope I didnt just get Danielle in trouble.  More importantly, I hope I havent ruined our little food/training arrangement.  Not that Im completely sure our arrangements are better than eating dog food.

No, our arrangements are better, the voice in my head says when I see the Dean turn and continue to the kitchenette.

The sexual training arrangements with Danielle seemed worse when we were doing them.  However, the dog food seems significantly worse as I hear the Dean pouring it into my bowl.  He pours some water into my other bowl and then walks over with both of them.

He puts them in front of me and then glares at me.  His stare completely scares away my will to resist.  

No hands! he growls as Im about to reach for a chunk of dog food.  

His commanding voice shakes me to my core.  I swear I almost pissed myself just then.  I quickly lean in and gather several dry food pellets in my mouth.  The crunching sound echoes in the room as I chew it into little bits.  I gag as I swallow the disgusting mess.  I then rush in and sip some water.  Im sure it probably has estrogen in it but right now washing that nasty shit down is my priority.

As I go in for my next mouth full I notice the Dean rubbing his dick through his pants.  I blush and try to ignore it.  

As I go in for a third mouth full the Dean unzips his pants and pulls his dick out.  It looks even bigger in person than it did in the videos.  Not that I stared at it.  Okay, maybe just briefly.  Trust me, you would have also.  The thing is unreal.  

So far, the Dean has allowed me to stay fully clothed.  While that is a good sign, it is obvious he still has something nasty planned.  It doesnt take long for me to find out what it is.

You need more protein, he informs me as Im sipping up some water.  You can eat it from your bowl or you can take it directly from the source.

I blush profusely and tears form in the corners of my eyes.  I promised myself I wouldnt cry today.  It was a foolish promise.

There is no way Im going to let him cum in my mouth.  So, I push my food bowl toward him.

Pick your bowl up and kneel in front of me, he commands.

I do as he orders.

Higher, he corrects me.  Put your chin right against the side of the bowl with your lips just above the top.

The tears are streaking down my cheeks as I obey.

Good girl, he praises.  Now open your mouth real wide and stick out your tongue.

I want to protest.  He gave me a choice and I clearly choose the food bowl and not my mouth for his deposit.  I resist for a second then open my mouth.  I feel like such a pussy.  Just a few seconds ago I told myself I would never let him cum into my mouth.  Yet here I am like a baby bird waiting for its supper.

Oh, daddys going to give you plenty of protein, Dean Miller says as he jacks harder on his dick.  Oh! Here it comes!

I look on in shock as a huge blast of white cum fires out of the end of his dick and hits the dog food just inches from my face.  Some of it splashes off the food and sprinkles my tongue and lips but not much.  He fires 4 more equally impressive blasts that do the same.  By the time he is done the dog food is absolutely soaked.  Amazingly, less than a half teaspoon seems to have gotten into my mouth.

Good girl, he praises again.  You can finish your breakfast now.  Dont stop until that bowl is spotless.

He leaves the room and for an instant I debate going into the bathroom and flushing it all down the toilet.  However, I know thats exactly what he wants.  It would give him an excuse to punish me.  

I put the bowl on the floor and lean down.  Before digging in though I close my mouth in order to taste the small fresh sample he provided me.  It is strong and bitter but there isnt quite enough of it to tell if it is the same flavor as the cum Danielle had in his mouth yesterday.  I swish it around with my tongue a little but still cant make a conclusive determination.

I know cum on the food is already too contaminated for analysis.  So, I search around the edge of the bowl.  I find a few drops and lick them off.  The verdict is still indecisive.  Finally I give up and continue on with my task.  

The only nice thing is that all of the cum prevents me from having to drink as much water.

I have the bowl licked clean several minutes before he returns.  Surprisingly he doesnt make me finish the water.  He just orders me to follow him.

He leads me to the guest room.  For a moment I fear he is upset that I didnt clean it better.  Or worse, he plans to do something sexual with me in there.

I sigh in relief when we go inside and Dr. Stanford is standing there holding a clipboard.  Dr. Stanford is an actual medical doctor.  He is the main doctor for the school.  There are two other people that work with him but Im not sure if they are actual doctors.  I think they are medical technicians or something like that.  All I know is that Dr. Stanford is the one in charge.

This must be Jack, Dr. Stanford says when he sees me.

Janice, Dean Miller corrects.

Yes, of course, Dr. Stanford says as he crosses my old name off the sheet clipped to the board and writes my new one next to it.  How are you feeling Janice?

I blush, but at the same time I feel an immediate liking to this man.  He is the first one to call me by my real name since this whole ordeal started.  It isnt the first time Ive met him though.  He had to give me a full check up and take blood samples from me before I could start working here.  It wouldnt be good if I had AIDS or something and spread it to half the kids in school.

Good, sir, I reply.

What else did he expect me to say with the Dean standing right there?

Okay sugar, we need to give you a full check up again, he informs me.  Please take off all your clothes and then get up on the bed.

I blush but do as he says.  He is one of the few adults in this school that Ive never seen do anything sexual to the kids.  I havent even heard rumors about him in this regard.  Still, I cant help but worry that the reason I never seen or heard about it is because it all takes place in this secure area.

Im shivering in fear and anxiety by the time I climb onto the bed.  I blush further when I notice my dick is semi hard.  Its embarrassing and also a bit surprising.  After yesterday I thought it would never get hard again.

The doctor starts out with some basic tests.  As he does them I note that his dick doesnt seem to be hard.  This is a good sign.  Yet, at the same time I wonder why not.  Even I have to admit that Im pretty hot looking when Im all dolled up like this.  I chastise myself for being so stupid.  Of course not everyone here is hot for boys.  Hell, Im certainly not.

You know, I think I remember you from a few weeks back, Dr. Stanford says as he shines a light into my left eye.  Your dad is the headmaster, right?

Yes, sir, I whisper.

Wow, you looked a lot different during my last check up, he says.

No shit!  I looked a hell of a lot different less than a week ago.  His observation angers me but I know he meant no harm by it.  If anything, it was probably just his way of complimenting me on how good I now look.  I guess I should feel flattered.

Present, Dr. Stanford says as he finally backs away.

Im confused and just stare at him.  He looks down at his clipboard and realizes how new I am.

Oh, sorry, he says.  Stand at the side of the bed with your legs spread.  Good, now bend over and use your hands to spread your ass cheeks.  Very good.

I blush as I follow his instructions.  I wait in dread as I hear him putting some rubber gloves on.

Oh! I grunt when I feel him pull my plug out.

I hear him put the plug down.  The next thing I know he has a couple fingers up my asshole. 

Oh oh, I groan when he pushes a speculum inside and spreads my hole wide.

Jeez Charles, you really have this one on the fast track, he says as he continues to prod and poke around back there.  It looks like maybe a little too fast.  I see some bruising and swelling.

Im surprised to hear the doctor refer to the Dean by his first name.  Its the first time Ive even heard the Deans first name.  I can only guess they have known each other for a long time in order to be on a first name basis. 

Im not too surprised about the anal damage.  I went from virgin back there to being anally fisted in less than 4 days.  Granted, it was only Danielles small fist but it was still a fist.

The doctor leaves the speculum in place but steps away for a second.  He walks back and lays a metal tray to the right of me.  I swallow hard when he removes the towel covering it.  Underneath are several different hypodermic needles, vials, and other not so friendly devices.  

Wait wait! I say when I see him grab one of the hypodermic needles.  What are you going to do?

He doesnt say anything.  He just takes the needle back behind me.  Scared, I let go of my cheeks and start to turn.

Present! the doctor commands.

Please! I beg.  Im fine.  I dont need a shot back there.

Janice! Dean Miller growls.

I start crying and my legs begin to shake, but I manage to bend over again.

Good girl, Dr. Stanford says as I reach back and spread my cheeks again.

I pray that he is only going to give the shot into one of my ass cheeks.  However, my worst fears are realized when I hear the hypodermic needle clicking against the inside of the speculum.

Okay, you will feel a small pinch, he warns me.  

Ow, I groan when I feel the needle puncture me deep inside.

I feel the needle dig in deep and then inject something inside.  It seems very close if not right on my ass clit.  He removes the needle and stands back.  A few seconds later I feel a slight stinging sensation.  The stinging grows and grows until I cant stand still any longer.

Ow ow ow! I cry as I dance around next to the bed.

I expect the Dean to yell at me to get back into position.  However, all I hear from him are a few giggles.

Sorry sweetheart, the doctor says.  I had to give you that.  Dont worry, the pain will be gone shortly.  After that you will feel better than ever.

Sure enough, the stinging dies down within a minute and Im able to get back into position.

Just a couple more to go, he informs me.

No, please! I beg.

Present! he says as I start to break position again.

This time I obey right away.  I dont want to give the Dean any more reason to yell at me.

The next two shots feel just as bad, only in different spots.  One is way deeper inside and the other is into my outer ass ring.  My dancing gets more chuckles from the Dean.

I have to admit though that after all the stinging went away my ass actually started to feel better.  I blush though when the doctor makes note that my dick got hard as a result of the pain.

Thats a good sign, he assures me. 

He explains why but I dont understand most of it.  He does say something about making note of it so it can be used in my future training.  I dont know what he meant by that but I sure as hell hope he didnt mean getting more shots like those.

Doesnt she need testicle shots? the Dean asks as the doctor is removing the metal tray.

 Maybe next time, the doctor replies.  

I look back at him in shock.  I look for signs that they are just playing a joke on me.  I see no indication though.

Okay, you can lie on the bed and relax, the doctor says as he removes the speculum.

I lay on the bed thankful that the shots seem to be over.  I suspect the checkup is over also.  The doctor walks over to the Dean and they seem to just be talking about future treatments.

They speak back and forth and the doctor takes various notes.  I try to keep up but most of what they are saying seems to be in code.  I can only assume it is so patients such as myself are left in the dark.

I have some stuff I want you to do right away, the Dean finally says.

This comment grabs my attention.  

I want a PT, BS and an ET, the Dean informs him.  Oh, and cage him also.

I find their code very frustrating.

A PT? the doctor asks in confusion.  Are you sure? We havent done one of those around here for years.

Im well aware of that, the Dean growls.  If you remember, I was the one that ordered that PT as well.  You will also remember it was for my own daughter.  So please dont think I havent given this serious thought.

Im getting extremely concerned as I listen to their conversation.  It is not a good sign that the doctor is hesitant to perform the task.  It is an even worse sign that the Dean is being defensive about it.  Considering his position and dominant nature, I doubt he feels the need to explain himself that often.

This one is a special case, the Dean says after a moment.  She is a natural.  She just needs a little extra humiliation and discipline. 

Youre the boss, the doctor finally replies.  Ill do the PT right away.  However, he will need to be very closely monitored.  If everything goes well then we will do the BS and ET maybe next week.

The Dean looks like he is listening but hes also dialing someone on his cell phone.  I hear him ask someone to send one of my trainers and a PT kit to my room immediately.  I can only guess he is talking to his personal assistant.

The cage? the Dean asks after getting off the phone.

I shiver as the doctor leans down next to me.  I blush when I realize he is looking at my privates.  Im embarrassed to admit that my cock is almost fully hard despite how scared I am.  The doctor reaches down with his gloved hand and strokes my dick gently.  It takes only two strokes before Im rock hard.

I can see why you want him caged, the doctor giggles.  Okay, you have permission to cage him but only for the standard duration.

The doctor walks to my plug drawer and opens it.  I swallow hard.  The number 2 plug is still in the other room and the number 3 plug is at least 2 inches wide.  I almost smile when I see him pull out the smaller number one plug.

Nothing beyond this for the rest of the week, Dr. Stanford says as he hands it to the Dean.

The Dean doesnt look happy but doesnt argue.  He just tosses it my direction.  I barely catch it.  He gives me a nod to let me know I should put it in.  I get it part way in but start to have trouble because it is so dry.  The prior times I had lube available to me.

Hes going to hurt himself some more that way, the doctor chastises the Dean as he walks my way.

The doctor holds out his gloved hand and I give him the plug.  He grabs onto the base of it and then brings the tip toward my face.  I start to back away but a growl from the Dean stops me in my tracks.

Lick, the doctor orders.  You need to get lots of saliva on it before trying to put it in.  Its no wonder your asshole is in such bad shape.

I want to point out that lube was used all weekend, that the real reason for the swelling and bruising was because of everyones rough treatment of me.  I feel this is information the doctor needs to know, but Im scared to say it in front of the Dean.

I also want to point out that part of that plug was just up my ass a second ago.  However, I know he is already aware of this.  I scrunch my nose up in disgust as I stick my tongue out and give the plug a lick.  

I bring my tongue back into my mouth to gather more saliva.  As I do I realize there isnt much taste.  It only makes sense considering how clean I am back there thanks to the enemas.  The thought of what Im licking is still disgusting though.

Once the plug is sufficiently wet, the doctor hands it back to me and I slide it into place.  It slid in pretty easily this time but it still hurt; especially as it squeezed past my recently medicated anal ring.  

Here you go sugar, the doctor says as he pulls a small plastic bag from his pocket.

He hands it to me and pats me on the head like he is giving me a lollipop or some other kind of treat.  When I see whats in it I realize that a treat is exactly what he gave me.  Its floss, a toothbrush and some toothpaste!  Thank God!  

Ive always hated brushing my teeth.  However, right now this is the best present anyone could ever give me.  The flavors my mouth has been subjected to in the past few days have been horrible.  What makes them even worse is that those flavors often linger in my mouth.  Plus, there is always the knowledge that residue is probably still stuck to my teeth and stuff.  Even now I can still taste some of the dog food and feel bits of it caked between my teeth. 

I want you to use this every morning and every night, he informs me.  Now go brush real fast and then meet us back here.

I cant tell you how happy I feel when he tells me this.  I cant help but smile as I get up and practically skip to the bathroom with joy.  I hate myself for showing them how happy I am with the gift, but I just cant help myself.  I get to clean my teeth!  Not just right now but every day from now on!

I brush as fast as I can, but at the same time make sure I get my teeth thoroughly clean.  I also brush my tongue to make sure I get all the flavor off it as well.  I want to floss but Im not sure I have permission to do that right now.  Plus, the doctor indicated that I should hurry.

I put everything back in the plastic bag once Im done and place it next to the sink.  As I walk out of the bathroom I hear the school bell ring announcing that the first class is over.  

When I get to the hall I see the Dean and the doctor chatting in the next room.  They dont see me yet and for a moment I think about attempting an escape.  I can already tell that what they have planned for me is going to be very horrible.  

I know the shock collar will bring me to my knees almost immediately.  However, when will it go off?  Will it go off the second I head down this long hall or will it wait until I get to the door at the end?  It makes a huge difference.  

The halls are full of kids right now.  All I would have to do is make it out that door and start screaming.  Most of the kids will probably ignore me but at least one or two will take note.  They of course wont help me directly, but if they see that Im really a boy then the schools dirty little secret will quickly spread.  

Its a good plan, but Im scared of what will happen to me if I fail.  Besides, Im positive they must have already thought about this scenario.  

Stop being such a pussy! the voice in my head screams.  You cant escape if you never try!

It takes a few seconds but I finally get the courage up to try.  However, I notice something right before Im about to bolt down the hall.  There is a card scanner and keypad next to the door.  Just like on the other side.  FUCK!  The door is locked from the inside as well!

I feel disappointed and a tinge of hopelessness but Im also extremely glad that I noticed the keypad and scanner now and not after I dashed down the hall.  I hold back a tear as I turn and continue on into the guest room.

When I enter I discover that the Dean and doctor are not the only people in the room.  Drew is there and so is one of the male medical technicians.  The medical technician is just standing next to the bed holding a gag of some kind.  It doesnt take a genius to know who the gag is for.

I focus for a moment on the gag and then note that Drew is preparing something next to the fridge.  She has a large pitcher of what appears to be water and is pouring a powder in it.  The water turns reddish as she stirs it up.

She sees me standing at the entrance and motions for me to come to her.  She pours me a glass of the fluid and tells me to have a seat on the bed.  I sit but dont drink from the glass.  The last time one of my trainers gave me an unknown drink I lost control of my bowels.  Plus, there is a good chance there is estrogen in the drink.

Drew giggles when she sees my hesitance.  

Its perfectly fine, she says as she takes the glass from me and takes a large swallow.  Now drink the rest down.

Convinced that it is safe, I quickly drink it down.  It was cherry flavor and actually tasted pretty good.  I give Drew a smile as I hand the cup back.  Im not really that happy right now but Drew seems to be acting very nice to me and I dont want to spoil it.

She fills the glass again and hands it back.  I drink about half of it before I have my fill.

Finish it, she tells me.

Im not thirsty anymore but I manage to get it down no problem.  I get confused though when I hand it back and she fills it again.

Im not thirsty anymore, I inform her.

Drink it, she says in a stern voice.

Its now that I realize something is going on.  I just cant figure out what that something might be.  

It takes a lot of effort but I manage to get the glass empty.  Drew goes to fill it again but the medical technician informs her that three glasses is sufficient.

Lie in the center of the bed and put your arms out, the technician orders as he lays the gag down.

Whatever they have planned it is about to happen.  Im so scared that I feel a little like peeing.  All that cool aid doesnt help matters any.  I do as he says though.  My head is back on one of the pillows but the technician grabs a second one in order to elevate my head and shoulders a little.  Its comfortable but doesnt overcome how nervous I am.

The technician reaches down toward the floor and then comes back up holding the leather wrist cuff and chain restraint Danielle used on me yesterday.  I pull my hand away when he grabs for it.  He looks toward the Dean and then back to me.  Slowly I reach back out and surrender my hand to him.  He cuffs the wrist and then goes around the bed and does the same to the other wrist.

I get really concerned when he goes to the foot of the bed and reaches down and comes up with a third restraint.  My arms are already immobilized so there is no point is struggling at this point.

I have to pee, I inform him as he is shackling my left ankle.

I know, he says as he continues on to the next foot.

Well, then let me the fuck up so I can pee!  The urge to pee isnt extremely dire, but I know I cant hold it forever.  The last time I had the arm restraints on I laid here for hours.  They are going to have a very wet bed if they plan to keep me tied up anywhere near that long this time.

Once the final restraint is in place, the technician picks up a tube of something.  He leans over the bed with the tube and applies something sticky and gooey all around the outside of my mouth.  He backs away just long enough to put the tube down and pick up the gag.  He then brings the gag toward my face.  

During the search of my room I found a cabinet full of gags.  This looks like one of the gags I found there.  It is one of the weirder ones also.  Not that they werent all pretty weird.  

At first glance it looks just like most of the other gags.  There is a black round piece of rubber connected to a leather strap.  What makes this gag odd is that there is a hole going through it.  My best guess is that it allows you to breathe easier.

I hesitate for only a second before opening my mouth so he can put the gag inside.  He motions for me to lift my head further so he can strap the gag in place.  I obey.

As he tightens the strap I feel it press into the goo he put around my mouth.  Once he is done he steps back and starts talking to Drew.  I cant make out everything but it appears he is giving instructions on how to unstick the gag from my face.  Yeah, I didnt believe it when I heard it either.

He explains that it works like a glue but never gets fully hard.  As such it can be yanked away from my face in an emergency.  However, there is still a little risk of injury to the skin if you yank it off.  Therefore, all other times she should use a solvent he was providing her.

My brain was going a mile a minute as he explains all of this.  Im not only trying to understand what he is saying but also trying to figure out why the gooey stuff is there in the first place.  Why do they need to glue this thing to my face?

I try to breath around the gag and quickly discover that it is 100 percent air proof.  I get a little air through the hole but not much.  I panic a little and find myself huffing and puffing through my nose.  Something tells me that maybe this is the point of the gooey stuff to make it harder for me to breath.  

I then get a much worse thought.  All they would have to do is plug the hole and pinch my nose and I wouldnt be able to breathe at all.  

This last thought scares the shit out of me.  It is something I just know the Dean would probably do just for laughs.  I struggle to push the plug out of my mouth but the strap is way too tight.

Everything is ready, doctor, the technician says once he is done talking to Drew.

Your excused, the doctor informs the technician.

The technician looks like he is a little disappointed to miss what they have planned next, but he obeys and leaves.   I expect to hear him go into the observation room but he doesnt.  It makes me wonder if there might be someone in there already and he knows it.  Or, maybe he wasnt upset about not watching but actually wanted to perform the procedure himself. 

Wait across the hall, the Dean says to Drew.

Drew obeys but I notice her give me a concern look before exiting.  The Dean closes the door behind her.

Hows my little girl doing? the Dean says as he sits on the bed just below my outstretched left arm.

Im trying my best not to cry as I look up at him.  I manage to hold the tears back but it isnt easy.  The Dean is a very intimidating man and Im currently extremely vulnerable.  He could literally kill me right now with just two fingers.  All he would have to do is pinch my nose.

Im pretty positive he doesnt plan to kill me that would be too merciful.

My eyes get big as his right hand comes toward my face.  He doesnt go for my nose though.  Instead he just combs his fingers through my hair like he is trying to sooth me.  It seems an odd move for the evil man.  It takes me a moment to realize that he appears to be admiring me or at least Janice.

As far as I know, today is the first time he has seen me with my hair done and makeup on.  It is hard to tell if he is just studying the change or if he actually finds me attractive.

Im not sure how I feel about the idea of the man maybe being attracted to me.  He is a very powerful man in the school and all it would take is a word from him to set me free.  If I managed to seduce him then he might actually do that.  However, such a seduction might also just encourage him to keep me here longer.

My attention goes to the doctor as he sits a box down between my outspread legs.  The box is about a foot and a half square and about 6 inches tall.  It is covered by a kind of medical cloth.  The doctor carefully unfolds the cloth to reveal the plastic box underneath.  

Sitting on top of the box is a fresh pair of gloves.  He removes the ones he has on and carefully puts the new ones on.  He then removes the plastic lid, turns it upside down and places it to the side.  Next he pulls out several cotton swabs and puts them on the lid.  He then pours what looks to be some kind of iodine on the swabs.    

I get extremely concerned when he next brings out a fresh cloth, unfolds it and places it between my legs just below my cock and balls.

The doctor walks to the right side of the bed and then climbs up, making sure his hands never touch anything.  He looks a little awkward as he shuffles to my side on his knees.  He then straddles my right leg with one knee on either side.  Its a little uncomfortable when he sits down on my leg but it isnt too bad.

Are you sure his trainers arent giving him stimulants? the doctor asks as he grabs hold of my hard dick with his left hand.  Ive never seen a student this um, responsive before; especially under conditions like this.

Im scared to death right now but I cant help but blush in embarrassment.  The Dean replies that they are not giving me anything but I actually pray he is lying.  If he is telling the truth then that means all these hard ons are my own doing.  I just cant believe that to be true.

The doctor picks up a medical clamp with his free hand and uses it to grab one of the iodine cotton swabs.

Mmmm! I yell into the gag as he rubs the swab on the end of my dick.  

It stings but that is not the only reason Im complaining.  If they are swabbing my dick then that means they plan to do something to it.  I suspected this already but now it has been confirmed.  Needless to say, I dont want to have anything to do with it.

I squirm but the doctor just lowers his left forearm to my hips and stomach to hold me still.  He disposes of the swab and then repeats the process two more times with fresh swabs.

He then reaches into the box and pulls out a long and thin clear plastic hose.  I start protesting again when I see him bringing one end of it toward my dick.

Shhh, the Dean says as he looks down at me and runs his fingers through my hair again.  The doctor has to do this so daddy can potty train you.

I now know what PT stands for.  However, I still have no clue what it is.  Drew mentioned Potty yesterday but she was referring to my enemas.  This tube was headed for my dick, not my plug/asshole!

MMMM! I yell when I feel the rounded tip of the tube push into my urethra.  

The doctor just keeps feeding more and more of it inside.  He feeds it very deep and it hurts the whole way in.  I see some yellow start to come up the tube but the doctor pinches something that makes it stop.  It takes me only a second to realize that the yellow is urine.  The tube was painful but I still feel embarrassed for peeing myself.

A foot or so up the plastic tube there is another small tube coming off it.  The doctor attaches some kind of syringe and attaches it to that tube.  He then injects a clear fluid.  When he does this I feel pressure in my bladder.  It is then that I realize where this hose actually leads to inside me.  It goes to my bladder.  That is why the pee came out earlier.  I dont feel as embarrassed now, but Im still pretty fucking concerned.

Dont worry, its just a small balloon at the end of the hose, the doctor tells me.  It wont hurt you.  I just have to inflate it so the hose wont come out.

Oh, thats all?!  Yeah, we wouldnt want that hose to come out of my dick!  Is he insane?

The doctor wipes the iodine away and then starts cleaning his mess up.  After all the trash is back in the box he slides off the bed.  He then tosses the Dean what looks to be some medical tape.  

A minute later the doctor has gathered all his things and heads to the door.

You might want to cage him now, the doctor says before leaving.  While he is still soft.

The doctor giggles then walks out, closing the door behind him.  I blush again but my main concern is still the tube coming out of my dick.  I also have a very urgent need to pee. 

The Dean must know this because he smiles down at me.  He then reaches over and puts his hand on the skin above my bladder.  He presses a little and I pee myself.  Or at least I thought I did.  My muscles feel like Im going to pee but nothing happens.  Tears form as I realize I cant pee unless they allow me too.  Is this what potty training is?

All I know is that it is horrible.  I feel like something inside me will explode soon if I dont get to pee.

The Dean finally stands up and walks to a cabinet.  A moment later he turns holding some small pieces of shiny metal.  He gets back on the bed and lays his shoulder and arm against my stomach.  He is a big man and the pressure on my bladder is very painful.  I breathe shallow in order to relieve some of the discomfort.

I get goose bumps when I feel the cold steel touching my privates.  First he puts something around the base of my dick and ball sack.  Next I feel my dick encased in the cold steel.  He fiddles with it for a minute and then sits up.

As he sits up I get my first view of his handy work.  He has fastened two pieces of metal together to form a kind of round tube.  That tube is encasing my dick!  The metal tube is about 3 to 4 inches long and slightly curved downward.  The end of the tube is rounded with only a small hole.  Extending out of that hole is the plastic tube the doctor inserted earlier.

The whole thing is secured in place by a metal band running behind my balls and the base of my dick.  The Dean holds up a weird looking screwdriver of sorts and teasingly wiggles it back and forth a few times.  It becomes clear to me that this is the cage they spoke of earlier and that I cant get my dick out of it without that special screwdriver.

I now know what a cage looks like, but I still dont understand its purpose.  Now is not the time to worry about it though.  My bladder is my number one concern right now.

Does my little girl need to peepee? the Dean asks.

I vigorously nod my head up and down and groan into the gag.  He knows damn well I have to pee but just wants to make me beg.

Okay, lets start your potty training then, he says as he grabs for the plastic tubing.

I look on in confusion as he takes the other end of the long tube and brings it up toward my head.  

Nhmmm! I scream when I remember the hole in my gag.

Thats insane!  He wouldnt do that!  He couldnt! Yet, he does.  

The end of the tube has some kind of valve on it.  He presses it against the hole in my gag and there is a clicking sound.  He backs away and the tube stays connected.  He then uses several pieces of tape to secure the tube to my stomach and chest.  I can only guess they dont want it accidentally getting pinched off.

He then reaches down and removes the clamp that is pinching the tube.  The yellow piss starts racing up the tube again.  I try blowing into the hole at the back of the gag but it has no effect.  Right before the piss reaches the gag though the Dean pinches the hose again with his fingers.

The Dean just looks down into my eyes.  I know he can easily read my fear and disgust.  I pray that he is just playing a game.  That he wont actually make me drink my own piss.  However, I can tell by the look in his eyes that he is going to make me do it.  He is just delaying so that he can savor the moment.

Daddys little girl is going to love the taste of piss when Im done with her, Dean Miller whispers to me.

The Dean releases the hose for a second and then pinches it again.  He stops the flow but not before a couple tablespoons shoot into my mouth.  I scrunch up my nose in disgust as I taste the salty bitter flavor.  

I dont want to swallow but it is better than keeping the nasty tasting stuff in my mouth.  I gag a little as I force the putrid fluid down my throat.  It turns my stomach but I dont get sick.  Then it suddenly dawns on me that the puke would have nowhere to go if I did get sick.

Good girl, the Dean says.  

The Dean just looks into my eyes for another minute.  While he does this he uses his free hand to kind of toy with one of my nipples.  Even in my current situation, his manipulation of my nipples still sends bolts of pleasure down my body and into my dick.  

It is then that I discover the purpose of my little cock cage.  My body sends the signals for my dick to get hard but it cant because of the enclosure!  Its not painful really, just a weird feeling of frustration.  

Part of me is thankful for the cage.  I would be mortified if the Dean seen my dick hard right now considering what is taking place.  Yet, this frustration feeling isnt that delightful either.  I hope they dont plan to leave this cage on me for too long.

The Dean releases another jet of piss into my mouth.  This time he doesnt pinch the tube until my cheeks are bloated with piss.

Nono no, the voice in my head yells.  I cant allow myself to swallow this much!

A couple teaspoons is one thing.  This is a whole gaping mouth full.  Its just too utterly disgusting.

Come on sugar, the Dean whispers.  Be a good girl for daddy.

All he has to do is let more piss through the hose and I will be forced to swallow.  However, I can tell this isnt good enough for him.  He wants to see me swallow it on my own.

I tell myself I should resist, that I should force him to make me drink the piss.  However, Im smart enough to know that the more resistant I am the more piss they will make me drink.  I scrunch my nose up again and allow myself to swallow.  It takes three swallows to get it all.

Good girl, the Dean praises again.

It takes me a good minute to get my stomach under control.  It especially becomes difficult when I realize the piss is mixing in my stomach with a bunch of dog food and a side order of the Deans sperm.  Something tells me that all the cool aid is already in my bladder.

Please, no! I try to scream behind the gag as he releases the tube again.

I hold the piss in my mouth only 30 seconds this time before swallowing it down. 

I realize that he isnt going to stop until my bladder is empty.  So, the next time he releases the hose I just start swallowing immediately.

Very good girl, he praises as my throat tries to keep up with the flow.

I feel utter shame as I guzzle the rest of my piss down.  This is by far the most disgusting and humiliating thing I could ever imagine.  Yet, I gave in so easily.  The Dean is very pleased with me but Im far from it.

As the stream dies down the Dean grabs the clamp and pinches the hose off again.  He then sits there running his fingers through my hair and telling me how proud he is of me.  How Im such a good girl.  How he plans to take good care of me.  Im not sure but I think this is my first report card or at least my first progress report.  He even goes into a few details.  He praises me on how quickly Ive taken to eating cum; how much my ass has stretched; etc.  He even tells me he has never seen anyone milk so easily whatever that means. 

I want to close my eyes and block him out, but Im scared he will just unclamp the tube again.  My bladder is pretty empty, but not completely.  

The Dean continues with the praise for several minutes.  I question how sincere he is though.  The whole time he is playing with my nipples and Im sure he must know how frustrating it feels considering my dick is caged.  

I also suspect that he might just be trying to distract me so that Im less likely to get sick.  The less I think about what I just drank, the better.

After about 10 minutes he finally leans over and gives me a kiss on the forehead.  Then he gets up and walks out.

Drew comes in a minute later to check on me.  She checks to make sure the hose is clamped off correctly.  She then pulls a cord out from behind the bed.  There is a button at the end of it.  She pulls it over to my right hand and tapes the end of the cord to my index finger.  

Press the button if you get sick or have to potty, she instructs me.  

She then turns the TV on.  The video that comes on appears to be a recording or possibly a live feed of one of the classrooms.  

Pay attention, she tells me as she turns the volume up.  The Dean might decide to quiz you later.

Drew then leaves the room, shutting the door behind her.

After she leaves I think about forcing myself to throw up.  Heavens knows it wouldnt be hard.  It would probably be a horrible and painful death but all of this would be over.  As horrible as they are treating me and as hopeless as escape seems to be, Im just too scared of death.  So, I just lay there and watch the TV.

About an hour later I hear the bell ring, indicating it is time to change classes.  I hear the sound on the TV at the same time.  This confirms that it is indeed a live feed.  Its weird but this actually comforts me.  It makes me feel a little less of a prisoner somehow.  Its almost like Im actually out there in the classrooms with everyone else.

Drew enters the room shortly after the bell rings.  She grabs the TV remote and changes to a different classroom.  Apparently this is my next class for the day.

She sits on the bed next to me and runs her fingers through my hair like the Dean did earlier.  It seems much more affectionate coming from Drew.  She looks into my eyes and I can tell she feels sorry for me.  I can also tell that she wants to tell me this but isnt allowed too.

Do you have to potty? she whispers after a minute.

The truth is that I do have to pee pretty bad again already.  I was just trying to hold out a little longer.  Maybe another 20 to 30 minutes at least.  Now that Drew has asked, Im afraid she will be upset if I say no and then hit the button only 20 minutes later.

I close my eyes and force myself to nod.  A couple seconds later and I feel the piss rushing into my mouth.  The piss seems stronger and bitterer this time.  I then realize that this is probably because it is the second time it has passed through my system.

Drew feeds me the piss just like the Dean did earlier.  She lets the piss flow until my cheeks bulge out.  Then she clamps it off and waits for me to swallow.  She even plays with my nipples and gives me similar praise when I do swallow.

I know there is no point in delaying anymore, so when she unclamps the tube again I just start swallowing as fast as I can.  This seems to make Drew very happy.  Just like the Dean was when I chugged the piss for him.  She even gives me the same kiss on the forehead before leaving.

Drew returns every hour like this throughout the school day.  Each time she changes the channel so I can watch my next class.  I dont have to potty every hour but I still end up doing so 3 more times before the end of the school day.

As I watch the classes Im surprised at how little sex takes place.  I always thought the classes were just one long ongoing orgy.  The classes I got pulled in to sure seemed that way.  I guess those were just special occasions or possibly specialized classes.

That said, the teachers do seem to do something sexual for at least half the class.  The routine seems to be about 30 minutes of lecturing followed by 30 minutes of sex.  However, the teacher only involves 1 to 4 kids in the sex games.  All the rest seldom even have to watch.  The rest are usually working on projects, reading their books or doing some other academic assignment.

Believe it or not, I actually find the lectures more interesting than the sex.  It is nice to think of something other than sex for a change.  Yeah, I cant believe I said that either.  But it is true.  Besides, when I watch the sex I find it extremely frustrating that I cant get hard.  

Around 4 p.m. Drew comes in like normal and asks if I have to potty.  I blush and then nod. However, she surprises me by removing the hose from my gag.  She grabs a small bucket at the side of the bed and puts the end of the hose in it.  She then releases the clamp and lets all my piss run into the bucket.

I wait for her to remove my gag but she doesnt.  Instead, she goes to the fridge and brings out an enema syringe.  The syringe is full of some disgusting brown junk.  She sits next to me on the bed and presses the end of the syringe to the hole in my gag.  

I want to struggle but see no point.  To my surprise, the liquid that enters my mouth doesnt taste as bad as it looks.  It tastes like a variety of vegetable and other juices.  It is humiliating to be fed this way, but I swallow it all down.  

After the food is gone she gives me a full syringe full of cool aid.  I feel bloated by the time I finish it all.  I feel much better though.  

No! I try to beg when I see her reattach my piss tube to my gag.

Drew then changes the channel again and leaves.  As my next class begins I quickly discover this class is a lot more like what I remember seeing when I was janitor.  It is dedicated almost solely to sex.  By sex, I mean the study of sex.  Sure, there is a lot more actual sex going on but it isnt just sex for the sake of sex.  It is more like they are studying the subject using a hands on type approach.  

I know that sounds funny but Im serious.  The instructor is actually teaching the kids some interesting stuff.  Like how you can tell when you are giving just the right suction during a blowjob.  Okay, Im not interested in knowing that but it is cool they teach it to the girls.  They of course teach them a lot more technical stuff than that but you get the gist.  

I have to pee badly by the time this class is over.  I have to go so bad that I almost hit the emergency button this time.  I managed to hold off.  Im nodding my head up and down though before Drew even gets in the door.  She giggles and rushes over and undoes the clamp.  This time I start guzzling right away.  I still gag a little but it is no were near as bad as earlier this morning.

I wont get angry if you press the button, Drew whispers.

I feel my heart flutter when she says this.  Im not sure why.  I guess it just feels like she actually cares.  All day long she acted like she cared but just now it truly felt like she did.  

The next two classes are sex related as well.  It quickly becomes clear to me why I thought all of the classes were like this.  It is because I only worked here during the late afternoons when these types of classes were in session.

One of these two classes does turn out a little different.  In addition to sex it also focuses a lot on seduction.  I know the concept of seduction but it is not something I thought you could actually teach.  I also didnt realize it was something girls would need to learn.  Seriously, just tell a guy you want to fuck him and well, hell fuck you.  Its really not rocket science.

As I watch the class I quickly discover girls really put a lot of thought into this whole seduction thing.  It is like a science all in itself.  Most of it doesnt even involve words.  There is a way to look at a guy; a way to pretend not to look; a way to fiddle with your hair; a way to walk when you know a certain someone is watching you the list goes on and on.

This class turns out to be a lot more interesting than I thought it would be.  As the instructor goes over the different aspects of seduction I get these memory flashes of all the girls that have done similar things to me.  I have to wonder if they were actually trying to seduce me at the time or if it was just unknowing actions on their part.  

I blush when I remember my sisters performing some of these seduction techniques on me.  The more I think about it the more instances I remember.  Im sure they were just practicing.  I highly doubt they wanted to have sex with me.  

Something then occurs to me.  Normally they performed these techniques when they wanted something from me like doing one of their chores for them.  Damn!  I normally gave in and did the chores too!  I cant believe I let them manipulate me like that!  

That said, this does make me take this class a lot more seriously.  I have no intention of seducing someone.  However, this knowledge will help me determine when someone else is trying to do it to me.

Unfortunately, many of these seduction techniques are just a refresher for the kids and the teacher goes over them very quickly with little to no explanation.  I still learn a lot but it would have been nice if I had a way to record it all.  

As the last class of the day finally ends, it dawns on me that all day long every single class had consisted of 10 or 11 year olds.  I guess it makes sense.  This school is much more advanced than the high school I attend or attended anyway.  Starting me out with the 10 and 11 year olds is actually a compliment.

But wait, does that mean they plan to pass me off as an 11 year old?  I look up at the ceiling mirror and study Janice.  Im pretty small for a boy my age but as a girl I feel I look at least 12.  

I swallow hard.  If they set me up in the school as an 11-year-old then that means it will be an extra 2 years before I graduate!  Does that mean the Dean now plans to keep me here for 7 years instead of the 5 he promised my father?!  

This worries me for a minute.  Then I remember I plan to run away anyway once they let me out of this confinement.  With luck I will escape much sooner than that even.

When the last class ends I expect Drew to give me my potty break, but it is Casey that walks in instead.  I blush at the knowledge that yet another person is seeing me like this.

You are going to be a heart breaker, Casey says as she approaches the bed.

It takes me a moment to realize this is the first time she has seen me dolled up.  The comment embarrasses me but at the same time is flattering.

Do you have to potty? she says as she sits next to me.

I feel like crying when I realize that my ordeal with my piss tube is probably far from over.  Drew had to come in on the weekend and apparently Casey is taking the night shift tonight in return.

11.

As I suspected, Casey makes hourly visits late into the evening.  It is basically a repeat of what took place all day with Drew.  Only instead of watching classes on the TV I watch porn.  Well, technically it is advanced sex training.  But yeah, its porn.  

These are all tapes though.  Even Humbled Girls dont usually train at the school past 7 p.m.  And of course all of the videos didnt even have real girls in them.  They are all of boy students dressed up like girls.  They have sex with each other and various instructors.  

It is disgusting to watch but Im scared to admit that I did feel my cock trying to get hard several times.  I think it is because it has been caged up all day.  

I dont like watching these videos but my only other alternative is to stare at the mirror above me.  At least by watching the boys in the videos Im able to compare makeup and hair and stuff.  You know, get ideas on how I can doll myself up better.  Just to impress my trainers of course.  Not like I like doing it.

Casey finally turns the TV off at 10 p.m.  She also removes the hose from my gag and lets my piss pour into the bucket like Drew did earlier in the day.  Only this time Casey doesnt feed me anything.  She just gives me the equivalent of a few sips of cool aid.  She then reattaches the hose to my gag.  Only this time she removes the clamp before she leaves.

I scream into the plug to remind her it is supposed to be clamped but she ignores me.  Thankfully, my bladder is already empty and nothing shoots up the hose.

Being tied up like this is very uncomfortable.  My piss is constantly dripping into my mouth as well.  However, Ive had a hard day and manage to fall asleep pretty fast.  Like my prior nights here, I have constant nightmares.  However, I manage to sleep through most of them.  

My worst nightmare comes around 3 a.m.  I dream that the Dean comes into my room and pees into my mouth.  I lay there and gulp his piss as fast as I can.  I wake in a start and realize that Im wetting the bed.  Only instead of the pee wetting the sheets it is traveling up the tube and into my mouth.  

It takes me a few seconds to get my bladder under control.  I get two more swallows of piss before I settle down.  The only good outcome of this incident is that my bladder is extra empty now and the drips dont start back up until after Im asleep again.

Is daddys little girl potty trained yet? 

I open my eyes and see the Dean standing over me.  For a second I think Im having the same nightmare again.  In fact, for an instant I think everything that happened yesterday was just a bad dream.  But then I realize it did happen and this is the real Dean standing over me.

Does my little girl like the taste of pee yet? the Dean asks.

I know the answer he wants but I cant bring myself give it.  In an unprecedented act of defiance I shake my head no.  I feel proud that I actually had the balls to deny the Dean his glory.  My celebration is short lived.

Maybe she will tomorrow, he says and then turns and walks out.

It takes all my willpower not to scream into the gag for him to come back.  Something tells me though that he planned to leave the gag on regardless of my answer.  If I had said yes then he probably would have said something like, Good then you will enjoy today as much as yesterday.  Or something stupid like that.  

Im surprised when I see Casey walk in a minute later.  Did she watch over me all night or did she go home and come back just 7 or 8 hours later?

Hows our little girl doing this morning? Casey asks.

I just look down at my piss tube.  I doubt she will take it out but Im hoping she will at least clamp it off again.  The constant drip and little spurts are driving me insane.  It is also very humiliating that every time I swallow someone watching knows I just drank some more piss like Im nursing on my piss tube or something.  Which, I guess I technically am.

Its time for your morning enema, Casey informs me.  Im going to uncuff you now.  If you even touch your catheter I swear to God I will inject your butt plug with water and then run a tub from your plug to your gag!  Are we clear?

I nod.  Had she said this a couple days ago I would have taken it as an empty threat after yesterday, not so much.  The thought of drinking my own enema makes me feel ill.  That first enema is never that clean.

Casey removes the restraints and I groan in pain as I try to loosen my sore muscles.  My arms are very stiff from being immobilized for so long.  As I move them this way and that I make sure they never get close to my piss tube.

Casey tells me to follow her into my room.  However, when I go to get out of bed the movement causes pressure on my bladder and Im rewarded with a long spray of piss into my mouth.  Casey is patient as she quietly waits for me to gulp it all down.

I walk as tenderly as possible, but each step still sends tiny squirts of piss into my mouth.

The enema process turns out to be the worst.  The large enemas cause internal pressure which in return pushes more urine into my tube.  Releasing the enemas is just as bad since I have to cramp down in order to force the last of each enema out of my guts.

Do you like the taste of your pee? Casey says once my insides are clean.

This is basically the same question the Dean asked me earlier.  It takes me longer to shake my head no this time.  However, Im proud to say that I at least didnt nod yes.

Do you think you would like the taste of my pee better? she asks.  I could take your gag off so you could try it.  We could maybe even leave your gag off for a couple hours so you could eat, brush your teeth and stuff.

Too humiliated to look her in the eye, I close my own and nod.  I would rather drink a girls piss over my own any day.  Wait, what did I just say?  Okay, that didnt sound right.  What I mean well, Im sure you know what I mean.

Besides, my mouth is pretty sore from having the gag in so long.  Its not a huge gag but it limits how much I can move my jaws; especially with that damn glue stuff under it.

Are you sure you want to drink my pee? she asks.

I blush as I nod again.

The gag comes off a lot easier than I expected.  Casey has some fluid she pours on the gooey stuff but it doesnt require much. 

As the gag comes off I look over at the toilet a few feet away.  I want to run over and throw up; anything to get some of this piss out of my stomach.  However, I find that my stomach really isnt that upset about it.  Go figure.  I spend all day yesterday begging my stomach to settle down and now that I want to get sick it decides not to.

I brush my teeth and tongue vigorously.  Casey giggles a little as she watches me clean my mouth out.  I probably would have spent a full hour brushing had she not ordered me to the shower.

Showering is odd with my pee tube still attached.  Casey lets me untape most of it from my chest and stomach, but I have to be very careful not to let it hang too low.  If I trip over it and pull it out Im pretty sure it would be painful.  The really nice thing is that Casey didnt clamp it.  That allows me to empty my bladder down the shower drain.

Casey tells me to spend at least 20 minutes in the shower.  Its an odd order but Im not going to complain.  God does this shower feel good.  It makes me feel much cleaner even though technically the outside of my body was already rather spotless.

Im reaching about the 15 minute mark when I get a huge surprise.  I look off to my side and find Casey staring at me.  This is the first time that anyone has watched me take a shower.  That I know of anyway.  The real surprise, however, is that Casey is naked.

Damn, she is hot!  I already noticed this days ago of course.  However, I expected at least one or two minor imperfections under her clothes.  But no, she is absolutely perfect.  My dick tries to get hard but Im quickly reminded of the cock cage.

I look at Casey and then down at my cage.  I can tell she understands what I want.

Sorry sugar, Casey says.  I dont have the tool to remove your cage.  Besides, what good would it do?  Can you imagine how painful it would feel to climax with that tube still in there?

Casey makes an exaggerated shiver as she says this.  I almost do so myself.  I hadnt thought about that.  Maybe the cage isnt as bad as I thought.  

Still, the cage is just so frustrating.  I get turned on, yet I dont.  Without the cage when I got aroused all my desire, emotions and such all kind of got stored in my hard on and then shot out of me when I climaxed.  Now all of that stuff has nowhere to go.  It just floats around in my belly and chest and keeps building and building.

I think it might be making me more emotional and stuff also.  Like all of that built up desire and emotions are overflowing into other things I do.  I dont know, maybe Im just imagining it.

Have you ever eaten pussy before? Casey whispers as she steps into the shower.

I shake my head no.  I also involuntarily look down at her pubic area.  It is mostly bald but with a neatly trimmed landing strip on top.

You can speak, she giggles.

It isnt until then that I realize Ive been a lot more quiet than normal.

No, maam, I reply.

Casey gives me this shocked look like Im a virgin or something.  Hey, Ive fucked plenty of pussy.  Especially in the last 4 weeks.  Ive just never had the need to eat pussy is all.  Seriously, why would I bother eating a girls smelly pussy if I can just make her suck my dick instead?

Would you like too? she whispers.

I nod.

Yes, maam, I say when I remember she wants me to speak and not just nod.

Eating a girls pussy has never been high on my to-do list.  However, right now I really want to do it.  I want to please Casey but I also want no need to do anything to make me feel like a man again.  Well, as manly as a 13-year-old boy can be.

Casey snaps her fingers and points to the ground in front of her.  A second ago it sounded almost like she was asking me for a favor.  Now it seems more like an order.  Im only stunned for a few seconds before I kneel down in front of her.

As I get to my knees, Casey reaches over and turns the shower off.  She then places her right leg over my left shoulder.  She gives a nudge with her right foot and I move in closer.

I stick my tongue out and slowly close in.  I give her slit a small lick and then analyze the flavor.  Its not as bad as I expected.  I wouldnt say it was tasty though.

I think she realizes I dont know what Im doing so she starts giving me pointers.  She tells me how to lick her clit, nibble on your lips, etc.  

You know what I really like? she says as though she is about to give away a secret.  I like to have my hole sucked and tongued.  Spread me wide with your fingers and seal your lips tight against my vagina.  Oh, good girl!  Now lap inside it with your tongue and suck hard on it like you are trying to get all the juices out of me.

Caseys instructions seem weird and a bit well, disgusting.  However, it doesnt sound all that bad.  Especially compared to all the other things Ive done recently.  Plus, Im actually having sex with a woman!  Not a little girl but a woman!  It doesnt get any manlier than that.

With my lips sealed to her hole I stick my tongue deep inside.  When I lap my tongue back out, however, my mouth is rewarded with an odd flavor.  It tastes like the rest of her pussy, only with something kind of bitter added.  I assume that is what it is supposed to taste like and dive in for more.  This time I get at least a half teaspoon of the added flavor.

Its definitely strong and bitter, just like Oh, God!  Suddenly I realize what the flavor is and try to pull my mouth away from her sex.  Casey wont have it though and holds me tight.

Stay in there bitch! she growls.  Suck all of daddys sperm out for me!

Im amazed at how strong Casey is.  I think for sure that I can escape her grip.  However, she easily holds me in place like Im a little girl or something.  I struggle for about 20 seconds and then give in.  After all of the piss I have drunk you would think cum would taste yummy.  It doesnt.  I would be lying though if I said it still disgusts me just as much.  I mean, its still disgusting, but after drinking pee for a day its hard to get grossed out drinking well, about anything else.

I lap and tongue her hole several times before she insists I suck on it as well.  When I do I get a large quantity of semen.  I can tell from the taste that it is very fresh.  Whoever deposited it must have done so in the short time I was alone in the shower.

As I nurse on her hole I try to convince myself that what Im doing isnt gay.  How can anything Im doing with a woman be considered gay?  Its a good argument but it doesnt hold much water when you have a mouth full of semen.

Good girl, Casey says as she pulls my head away.  Daddy will be proud when he hears how good of a job you did.

I blush and feel like crying.  This is twice she has mentioned daddy.  I pray she means the Dean or some other man and not my actual father.  Im not sure what would be worse, my dad knowing I just ate a mans load out of Caseys cunt or that it might have been his?  God, I hope neither is true.

Time to wash it down, Casey says as she stares down into my eyes.

I start crying when I realize what is coming next.  Havent I been through enough?

Spread me wide again, she commands.  Good girl.  Thats my pee hole right there.  Put your mouth over it and get a good seal.  Oh, good girl!  Here it comes baby!

A second later and Im rewarded with a strong hot stream of tart piss.  I quickly discover that drinking a girls piss is no better than drinking my own.  Taste wise anyway.  

I chug as fast as I can but some still runs out of my mouth and down my body.  Her stream is very strong for about 20 seconds and then tapers off.  She feeds me three more quick strong spurts before finally pulling away.  I just kneel there and cry.

I dont give my piss to just anyone, Casey says in a stern voice.  What do good girls say when someone gives them a gift?

Ththank you, maam, I manage to say in-between sobs.

As the shower comes back on and we wash off, I cant believe how pathetic I am.  I couldnt even struggle against a woman.  I begin to cry harder when it dawns on me that I wasnt even man enough to make Casey cum.

Once the shower is over, Casey clamps my piss tube off and we dry off.  To my surprise, she has me dress in my school uniform.  She even takes me into the next room and has me do my hair and makeup.

Good girl, she praises when I finish.  Im very impressed.

My heart flutters when I hear this high praise.  I smile knowing that all of my practice in this area is appreciated.  Its just praise right now but it could help yield much bigger rewards down the road.  Early release, for example.

Casey orders me away from the makeup area sooner than I wish.  My makeup and hair was good, but I know I could get it better.  

Shes all yours, Casey says when Drew walks in.

Im a little hurt when Casey just walks out without even looking my way again.  I dont know what I expected maybe a hug goodbye or something.  I mean, we did share a pretty intimate moment today in the shower.  Yet, she just walks out without even saying goodbye.  She didnt even tell Drew how good of a girl Ive been.

I guess I can understand her hurry.  If she stayed here all night then that means she worked a 12-hour shift probably.  I would be in a hurry to get home also.

Do you have to potty? Drew asks as she walks over to me.

No, maam, I quickly reply.

The truth is that I did have to pee.  I drank a ton of Caseys pee and it has been slowly filling my bladder in that last 40 minutes or so.  However, I fear that if I say yes that Drew will make me drink it.

Are you sure? Drew asks again.

Maybe a little, maam, I whisper, scared that she could sense I was lying earlier.  I can hold it though.

Drew doesnt say anything.  She just turns and goes to the kitchenette area.  I feel like crying again when I see her grab my food and water bowl and start prepping my breakfast.  I dont want to risk my mascara running so I manage to hold the tears back.

Sad or not, I still rush to my matt in the center of the room and kneel down.  

Good girl, Drew says as she walks over with the two bowls.

I blush but Im happy that Im starting off on the right foot with Drew this morning.

I hesitate only a second before leaning over and getting a mouth full of the dog food.  My instinct is still to grab the food with my hands or at least pick the bowl up.  However, I make sure my hands stay on the floor, just like the Dean taught me.

When I go to wash it down I notice the water bowl is half empty.  Im not disappointed.  Im certain there is estrogen in it.  As I sip, I cant help but wonder if maybe the doctor has determined I was getting plenty of estrogen already.  Of course, it is also possible Drew just didnt want to risk spilling it as she carried it over.

You have been progressing very quickly, Drew says as I get another mouth full of the food.  Im thinking of recommending to the Dean that we stop feeding you this.

I look up at Drew for signs that she might be playing a cruel joke on me.  It is clear from her face that she is serious.  I cant help but smile, despite my mouth full of dog food.

Thank you thank you thank you! the voice in my head screams.

The dog food isnt as bad as drinking my pee but it is still pretty awful. 

Drew kneels down next to me and lightly rubs her fingers back and forth across my back.  She also fiddles with my collar a little.  For an instant I think she might actually remove the collar.  But I quickly realize she is just making sure it is in good order.

I blush a little at the knowledge that she is watching me eat so closely.  I cant imagine how she manages to watch without getting sick.  

I stop mid chew when I see her reach for my piss hose.  I get a sinking feeling when she moves the end of the hose toward my water bowl.

I might talk to him tomorrow afternoon if you are a good girl today, she says as she puts the end of the hose over my dish and released the clamp.

My piss quickly shoots out and starts filling the rest of the dish.  I just freeze there and stare.  The piss fills at least another quarter of the bowl before it drips to a stop and Drew clamps the hose off again.  She doesnt say anything but Im sure she noticed that it was a lot of piss for someone that claimed not to have to go that bad.

I slowly chew as I look down at the water dish.  I know Drew wants me to drink it but she hasnt actually said that I have to.  I could man up and just finish the rest of the dog food without washing it down.  It would be hard to do but I could do it.  However, Drew made it clear that I need to be a good girl if I want off this dog food diet.

Good girl, Drew praises as I lean over and slowly sip my diluted piss.

The whole meal is very humiliating but even with the piss it isnt nearly as bad as when the Dean feeds me.  God, I still cant believe I ate his cum last time.

Once I finish the meal, Drew gives me permission to brush my teeth.  I practically skip to the bathroom with joy.  I brush then floss then brush again.  I dont think a dentist could get my teeth any cleaner.

Im puzzled when I walk out of the bathroom and find Drew setting up an expensive looking still camera on a tripod.  I then see that the wall she is pointing it at has a long sheet of blue cloth hanging off it.  The cloth starts up the wall about 2 feet higher than I am and runs all the way to the floor and then about 5 feet out from the wall.  It doesnt take me long to put two and two together.  She is going to take photos of me.

I slowly walk over to her, not sure how I feel about this.  When she sees me she digs in her pocket and then tosses me a roll of tape.  I recognize the roll as the same one the Dean used in the guest room yesterday or one similar anyway.

Use that to hide your catheter, she says as she finishes setting up.

I wrap my piss hose around my upper thigh several times and then tape it in place.  I drop my skirt back down and find that I did a decent job.

Okay, do you plan to keep your hair short or let it grow out? she asks as she faces me again.

What?  I dont understand, maam, I reply.

If you prefer having short hair then we can just take photos like you are, she explains.  If you plan to wear a wig to classes until your hair grows out then we should put that wig on you for the photos.

It takes me a second but I work out that these photos have something to do with my enrollment in the school.  Im guessing a student ID or something.

What do you think I should do, maam? I ask.

Its your hair, Drew says with a giggle.

Yeah, right.  If it was really my hair then it wouldnt be in curls right now.

Short, I guess, I reply.  

Then I realize people are less likely to recognize who I really am if I have long hair.

No, long, maam, I quickly correct.  Definitely long.

Drew giggles as I correct myself.  I think she knows what I was thinking.  

At first I chastise myself for making the correction.  Its not like I plan to hang around once they release me.  However, then I realize that my concern for concealment might give Drew the impression that I actually plan to stick around.

Go grab a wig, Drew says with a backward wave of her hand.

The cabinet with the wigs is big and there are plenty to choose from.  I know exactly which one I want though.  It is the black one that Danielle liked.  It takes me only a second to get it in place.  I can tell that it would look even better with a ribbon or barrette in it but those arent available.

Im nervous as I get on the blue cloth and Drew starts focusing the camera on me.  The first few photos are just me standing there looking straight at the camera.  Im pretty sure these are just head and shoulder shots for my ID.  

The next few arent much different.  Drew just has me turn to the side for a profile.  Im guessing that, along with one of the first shots, will be put in my school file.  

After this the shots became a lot more playful.  Drew even starts chatting with me a little.  She even makes me laugh a couple times.  It is nice to see this side of her.  While we are kidding around she tells me I should probably give the Dean a silly pose.  Without thinking I turn my back to the camera, flip the back of my skirt up and then turn my head to the camera and stick my tongue out.

Maam! I let out in surprise when she actually takes the photo.

She laughs it off but I get a sinking feeling she might actually give the Dean the shot.  After that I make sure Im better behaved in the shots.

That should be enough of those, she informs me.  Now take off your clothes.  The wig also.

At first I think she is making a joke.  However, the smile is now gone from her face.

Drew continues to take photos as I undress.  My blush is a deep red by the time my clothes are all folded neatly on the floor.  As I take my wig off and add it to the pile, I tell myself this really isnt any different than being filmed by the video cameras in the room.  In fact, those video cameras have caught me doing a lot worse than this.

I tell myself this but I cant convince myself of it.  There is always the hope that no one will watch this or that on the video recordings.  However, Drew wouldnt be taking these photos if she didnt plan to show them to people.  

I can barely hold back my tears as Drew has me turn this way and that.  The poses really arent that bad, its just the thought of someone seeing me with the cage, catheter and makeup on.  

See, that wasnt so bad, Drew says as she walks out from behind the camera.  Okay, lets go to the bathroom and put your gag back in.

Im happy to get out from in front of the camera.  However, Im not looking forward to having that gag back in my mouth.  I frown further when I see Drew pick up the familiar tube of glue.  A few minutes later and my gag is glued in place again.  Drew connects my piss tube but at least doesnt undo the clamp.

She starts walking me back to the guest room, but stops when we reach the camera.  

Just a few more shots, she informs me.

I back away and hold my ground for a moment.  She cant possibly want shots of me like this.  It only takes a stern look from her to get me to move back to the blue cloth.  I blush profusely as she takes several shots.

Okay, unclip your hose, she orders.

I look to her with pleading eyes but she just stares back.  I can tell by her expression that I will be in serious trouble if I dont act soon.  My hand is shaking as I reach for the clamp and loosen it.  Piss rushes through the tube and into my mouth.  I scrunch up my nose up in disgust and close my eyes tight as I gulp it down.

FLASH!

Yep, that ones gonna be a keeper, Drew says.  Ill make sure I print a couple wallet size for your daddy.

12.

The rest of the day is a repeat of the prior.  Only today Im not restrained.  Plus, Drew leaves my piss tube unclamped all day.  

Having the tube unclamped has its advantages and disadvantages.  With it unclamped I still get a few bursts here and there but for the most part I dont have to do a lot of guzzling like I did yesterday.  However, there is a constant slow oozing of piss into my mouth.  Therefore, I get a constant strong taste of the foul liquid all day long.

It is hard to decide which is worse.  If I had to choose though I guess I would want it unclamped.  With it unclamped I at least dont have that building pressure and dreaded wait for my next potty break.  I also dont have to deal with the humiliation of someone watching over me while I potty.  In fact, Drew only checks on me a few times the whole day.  She even let me change the channels myself.

It is tempting to switch to regular TV.  However, Drew gave me a schedule of channels to watch and made it clear I was not to deviate.  Not even during the short break between classes.

As I follow the schedule I quickly realize Im following the exact same schedule as yesterday.  It becomes clear that these 10 to 11-year-old students are slated to become my classmates.

One nice thing is that I got 3 breaks from my piss tube.  I get a break during lunch, another at about 6 p.m. and then the last right before bed.  During each break the tube is unhooked from my gag and allowed to drip into a bucket for about 40 minutes.  Im also fed through the gag during two of these breaks.  It is just more of the brown gunk but it makes me feel stronger.  

The only bad part about these breaks is that Im required to reconnect the piss hose myself once my time is up.  It is physically easy to do.  However, it is very emotionally difficult.  You have no idea how hard it is emotionally to hook that tube back up when there is no one there standing over you.  

I know someone might be in the observation room or watching on the monitors, but it just isnt the same as when someone is glaring down at you.  When you are alone in the room the temptation to delay is overwhelming.  Just like the temptation to clamp the hose once it is hooked up.

Like yesterday, the normal classes end around 4 p.m.  Then there are the 3 specialty sex classes.  I find it physically and emotionally uncomfortable to view the sex acts.  

Its this damn cage Im wearing!  All day long Ive felt horny.  Well, emotionally horny anyway though even that isnt the best description.  Its a very persistent feeling also.  The worst part is that I cant even stop the feelings when Im drinking my pee.  It makes me feel like Im getting turned on by drinking the pee, even though I know I couldnt possibly be.  

Im not stupid.  I know it is just my body being forced to store up all these feelings because of the cage.  Then those feelings are slowly bleeding off all the time no matter what Im doing.

Watching the sex classes are the worst though because they reenergize all those emotions and stuff.  I try not to watch but I just cant help myself.  Of course watching just makes me want to pull my hair out in frustration.  A few times I even fiddle with my cage to see if I can get it off.  If I could just cum one time Im sure I would go back to normal.  Not that I could cum anyway with this damn tube in.

The cage is hopelessly locked in place though.  All I manage to do is stimulate myself more.  Im also sure the Dean wont be too happy if he sees the footage of me toying with it.

My late night gay porn is an even worse experience.  These videos are a whirlwind of emotions for me.  There is the clear disgust I have while watching the boys have sex together.  However, the emotional lust still burns inside me.  Many times I even have thoughts of what it would feel like to be in this or that boys place in the videos.  

Sometimes these little fantasies last 5 minutes or more before I realize what Im doing and stop myself.  I feel so ashamed of myself each time this happens, yet a few minutes later I have yet another fantasy.  

These fantasies are not just of what Im watching on the TV.  In fact, most are of Danielle.  More specifically, I feed on the memory of Sunday when Danielle secured me to the bed and then made me cum over and over again.  At the time it had seemed horrible but right now I would give about anything to relive it anything to release this frustration.

I know what you are probably thinking that Janice, I mean Jack, is gay now.  Im not!  Just because Im having fantasies about guys does not mean Im gay.  Okay, normally it might.  However, these clearly arent normal circumstances.  I would take a girl over a guy any day.  Hell, even if a guy came into the room right now and offered to make me cum I would refuse him.  These little unwanted fantasies are one thing, reality is another.

Okay, maybe Im not being completely truthful.  Maybe I would let a guy get me off right now.  I might even beg him to do so.  However, it would only be because I have to choice.  Not because I really want too.  

Tonight I get very little sleep.  Casey, who has the night shift again, gives me extra water before tucking me in for the night.  This results in me drinking lots of pee throughout the night.  As bad as this is, the nightmares I have are even worse.  They are almost all of men and boys having sex with me.  Almost all of them pee in my mouth at one time or another.  

The only dream that deviates from this theme any is one I have of Danielle.  We still have sex in the dream but in it Danielle isnt a boy anymore.  He is a girl and we make love like God intended.  It is very intimate and enjoyable for both of us.  However, it does get a little disturbing when at some point Danielle turns back into a boy and I become the girl.  It is only disturbing for a minute though.  After that the female version of me begins to feel this is perfectly normal.  

I orgasm in the dream, but it is more of an emotional orgasm if that makes any sense.  Kind of what I imagine a real female orgasm might feel like.  Not that I really have a clue just what my dream state female version of me imagines it would be like.

Mid climax I wake in a start.  The dream was so vivid that it takes me almost a minute to convince myself that Im not really a girl.  Seriously, for about a minute Im absolutely convinced Im a girl.  The image of Janice looking down from the mirror helps fuel the illusion.  However, as my head clears reality comes crashing back down on me.

I cry for 20 minutes following the dream.  At first I actually cry because Im not a real girl.  Then I get disgusted when I realize Im crying about that.  I dont want to be a girl!  All of this just makes me cry more.  I dont fall asleep again until I finally manage to convince myself that I was only sad about not being a girl because I was still recovering from the illusion.

I wake Wednesday morning to find the Dean staring down at me again.  I blush when the memories of last nights dreams come rushing back to me.  God, the things I did with the Dean in those dreams! 

I chastise myself when I realize Im looking at the Dean and comparing his height and size to the version of him that was in my dreams.  I even glance down at his crotch looking for that familiar bulge.

I quickly look away, but not before the Dean notices.

I think my little girl is feeling the effects of her cage, the Dean says with a laugh.  It wont be long and she will be begging for daddys cock.

That will be a cold day in hell!  It was just a quick glance as a result of some stupid dreams.  That is a far cry from me actually wanting to touch another guys dick.

To embarrass me further, the Dean reaches down and lightly rubs my balls.  It feels good but hurts at the same time.  I noticed them aching yesterday a little but they seem much more sensitive this morning.  Maybe the cage is bunching them up too tight?  I pray there isnt anything wrong with them.  

The Dean plays with my balls more and more aggressively.  I struggle not to give in but eventually the pain gets too great and I scream behind my gag.  The outburst causes my muscles to contract and the scream is quickly drowned with a long burst of piss.  The Dean smiles at his victory.  Im upset that he won this little battle, but at least he stops tormenting my balls and pulls his hand away.

Does my little girl love the taste of pee yet? he asks.

I knew this question is coming.  Ive known it since he asked yesterday.  Since then I have been telling myself I would deny him his victory.  That I would rather stay hooked up to my piss tube for the rest of my life before I give in to him.  However, now that the time has come to answer I cant find the will power to actually follow through.

I blush, close my eyes in shame and then nod.  He has won.

We will see, he says and then turns and leaves.

Im happy that the Dean kept his visit short again.  However, Im also very curious what he meant by his comment.  Am I getting this fucking thing off me or not?!  Please dont tell me I gave in to him for nothing.

Casey appears about 5 minutes later.  Im delighted when I see she has the fluid needed to help remove the gag.  Once free, my jaws make little popping sounds as I move them back and forth.  Man it feels good to have that gag off.

I blush deeply when she orders me to suck on my piss tube for our walk to my bathroom.  The walk sends several swallows full of piss into my mouth.  She doesnt clamp the tube off until we get inside the bathroom.  I expect to get my enema next but she takes me into the shower instead.

We have some urgent business to take care of, she informs me.  Do exactly like I taught you.

She pulls the tube from my mouth and lets it drop to the floor.  She looks down and I immediately go to my knees.  

Daddy left a big load in there today, she says as she puts her right leg over my shoulder.

Until she said this, I thought she just wanted me to drink her piss.  Now I realize she wants a complete repeat of yesterday.  I tell myself that I should refuse.  However, I also realize this is probably a test.  If I obey then they may not put my gag back in.  There is no evidence to support this theory; I just get a feeling this is the case.

I lick at her beautiful, yet sloppy, pussy for a minute before she tells me to spread her.  I do as ordered.  I then take a deep breath and force myself to push my face forward.  The next thing I know I am lapping and sucking at her hole.  I am not surprised when I taste the cum this time.  

I can tell by the taste and consistency that this cum is just as fresh as yesterdays had been.  I can also tell from the flavor that it most likely came from the same man.  

I have almost all of it in my tummy before it dawns on me that this cant be the Deans cum.  There was only a 5 minute gap between the time the Dean left my room and Casey showed up.  Factor in cloths removal/replacement and such and that 5 minutes just isnt enough time.

Like yesterday, Casey is constantly talking about daddy this and daddy that.  However, today Im not so sure she is just role playing.  God, is this really my dads cum?  I freeze for an instant but then finish my task.  The bulk is already in my tummy, I might as well finish.

As I suck the last of it down I try to convince myself that the Dean could have cum in Casey prior to entering the guest room.  It would make the cum only maybe 15 minutes or so older.  It could still taste pretty fresh after that much time, right?  It was being stored inside her warm body after all.  Yeah, that must have been what happened.  I tell myself this but I still have some doubts.

Im almost pleased when it comes time to drink Caseys piss.  It is nice to wash the flavor of this cum out of my mouth.  Piss tastes much worse than cum but this particular cum might be my fathers.  Its enough to make me gag.

My enemas come next.  As I finish we get a visitor.  Its Dr. Stanford!  I feel giddy and almost jump up and down with joy.  I just know this means he has come to remove my piss tube.

He waits patiently as I expel my final enema.  He even gives me a couple pointers on ways I can rub my tummy in order to help get all the water out.  Its embarrassing to have yet another person watching this process but it isnt that bad.  He is a doctor after all.  Besides, his advice really does help a lot.  I am able to finish much faster and dont have to sit there and groan and push with my insides as much.

After Im done the doctor has me stand and then tells me to present.  I remember from last time and quickly part my legs and bend forward.  There is no bed of course so I grab hold of the nearby sink instead.

I hear the snap of latex gloves going on and then feel the doctor probing my asshole.  Im shocked at how many delightful tingles his fingers cause as they slide around inside me.  I blush when I catch myself pushing back against his fingers.  The plug gives me tingles back there, especially ever since I got this cage on me.  However, there is just something about having real flesh and blood moving around in there that seems to be amplifying the feeling.

Easy girl, the doctor says as my hips start moving on their own again.

I hear Casey giggle and my humiliation is complete.

Looks good, he announces as he removes his fingers.  Keep him on a number one for the rest of the school week, then you can start stretching him again.

Im glad I am okay back there but Im not so happy they have permission to soon start stretching me again.  Im assuming that means they will have me on a number two plug next week.  Or at least I hope they dont jump all the way to number three.  That one has to be 2 inches thick.  Can you imagine wearing that all day?

Turn around sugar, the doctor orders.

I quickly obey.  Time to get this piss tube out yay!

Im going to take your catheter out sweetie, he announces.  We have to make sure you are empty inside first though.

At that he hands me the other end of the tube.  The sink is nearby so I reach over to it with the hose.

No sugar, he tells me.  We need lots of suction so we can make sure we get it all.

I blush.  He wants me to suck on my piss tube.  I only hesitate for a second.  Whats another cup of piss after all?  If it means getting this thing out of me then it is well worth it.

I put the tube into my mouth and unclamp it.  I get a 10 second burst of piss before it tapers off.  

Good good, the doctor says.  Keep going sugar.

There is something weird about the way he says this.  It is like he is evaluating my willingness to drink the piss and not just the fact that Im emptying my bladder like he asked.

I think the treatment worked, he says to Casey as I continue to suck on my tube.

I guess this means Im potty trained now.  As I eagerly suck on my piss tube I wonder what exactly has been accomplished by this training.  I dont feel any different or anything.

Despite my efforts, all of this sucking doesnt seem to get any real results.  It drips into my mouth about the same speed as when I dont suck.  The doctor helps me out though by pressing above my bladder.  A lot comes out when he does that and I quickly gulp it down.

Do you think you got it all? he asks.

I smile and nod my head up and down.

He has a doctors bag with him and reaches in it and fishes out a pair of scissors.  He uses them to cut my tube shorter.  He leaves about a foot or so hanging out along with the second smaller tube I have.  He then pulls out a large syringe with something clear inside it.

This will help keep you from getting an infection, he tells me.

He puts the end of it to my hose and then quickly injects it inside and then clamps the end of my tube off.

Oh! I let out as a result of the quick refilling of my bladder.

I feel my bladder quickly warm up and have to bite my lower lip to keep from crying out again.  It hurts a lot but isnt unbearable.  I still moan in pain though.

As I struggle through this I see the doctor pull out a much smaller syringe and aim it at my second tube.  I know from last time that this is the tube he used to inflate the small balloon inside me.

Do you have to deflate it? Casey asks.  The Dean would prefer you didnt.

He can prefer all he wants, the doctor growls.  

The doctor then proceeds to use the syringe to suck out whatever was injected into my little balloon.  He then moves me to the shower stall.

This will sting a little sugar, he warns me.

Oh!  It hurts! I scream as the doctor slowly pulls my piss tube out.

He gets the last of it out and quickly stands back.  

Owie!  Owie! Owie! I scream as the medicine comes squirting out of my pee hole.

I can hear Casey giggling as I dance around and grab at my cock cage.  It stings so bad that I even try ripping my cage off, not caring what damage it might do.  The cage doesnt budge of course.  Not that I know what I would have done once I got it off.  

The stream stops but the insane stinging goes on for at least another two minutes.  The doctor uses this time to reach over and turn the shower on.  Im well rinsed off by the time I settle down.

Is it better now? he asks as he wraps a large towel around my shoulders and body.

Im still crying but I manage to nod my head.  I think the doctor feels sorry for me because he leans in and gives me a hug.  I hate to admit it but that is exactly what I need.  Or at least it feels that way once the hug starts.  I feel so warm and safe in his arms.  The hug provides me a nice, yet all too short escape from the reality of my situation.

After the hug is over the doctor focuses his attention on my cock cage.  He is inspecting all around it and stuff so Im already pretty sure he doesnt plan to take it off.  

Have you had any itching? he asks.

I want to lie and say yes.  It might convince him to remove the damn thing.  However, I fear he wont remove it and instead just put some kind of stinging medicine on it.  Or, he might remove it and find no signs of rashes or what have you.  Then I would get punished for lying.  

I reluctantly shake my head.

Any other discomfort? he asks.

I quickly nod.  This device is nothing but discomfort.

My my balls hurt a little, sir, I whisper and then blush.  It also makes me feelweird inside.

Casey giggles but the doctor just smiles and pats me on the head.

Its supposed to do that sugar, he assures me.  Its perfectly normal.

Perfectly normal my ass!  This feels anything but normal!

The doctor chats briefly with Casey and then leaves.  As he walks away I realize I still havent decided if this is a good or bad man.  He seems to care about my health, yet has caused me lots of discomfort.  He doesnt gloat about it though like I know the Dean would.  Nor have I seen him get hard while working on me.  Plus, that hug was pretty yummy I mean nice.  Yeah, I guess he is a good man.

I do my hair and makeup a little better today.  Im happy when Casey notices the improvement.  I cant tell for sure but I think I made her proud today.  She even gives me a hug before turning me over to Drew.

Drew makes me eat dog food again but renews her promise to talk to the Dean about it later.  She sounds sincere.  The removal of the piss tube and now the possibility of no more dog food this could turn out to be the best week ever.  For the first time since all of this started, I actually feel a small spark of hope.

The dog food isnt yummy, but doesnt seem as bad as yesterday.  I think it is because there is no pee in my water when I wash it down.  There is also the fact that Im still gleeful about not having to drink from the piss tube anymore.

After brushing my teeth, my happiness is tarnished a little when Drew presents me with a huge 16X20 framed picture from yesterdays photo shoot.  I blush and put my hand over my mouth in shock as she reveals the image to me.  It is the shot of me lifting the back of my skirt and sticking my tongue out at the camera.  You can clearly see the back end of my plug.  You can also see the piss tube wrapped around my thigh.  The worst part is that I actually look happy in the photo.

Drew goes to the makeup area and finds a nail already sticking out of the wall.  She then hangs the picture on it.  I look on in horror as she does this.  Everyone that walks in wont be able to help but see this.  Worse yet, Im sure Drew will joke to everyone about how this is the pose I provided for the Dean.  Im sure everyone will find it funny except the Dean!

Hurry on to class, Drew tells me once the picture is in place.

I know what she means and quickly walk to the guest room.  My first class is already underway when I turn the TV on.  This first class is English.  I hate English but still find watching the footage to be a good escape.  The teacher is actually pretty good at explaining everything and Im able to follow most of it.

When the bell rings for class to change I switch channels and wait for my next class to begin.  Less than 30 seconds goes by though and my door suddenly opens.  Its the Dean!

Hurry up and take your clothes off, he commands as he shuts the door behind him.

Im caught completely off guard and just stare at him in shock.  He hasnt spent much time with me in the past couple days so I guess I should have known I was overdue.

Hurry! he growls.  

I constantly tell myself that I will defy the Dean the next time I see him.  Yet, almost every time I find myself quickly bending to his will.  

This is no exception.  I find myself quickly disrobing before I even realize Im doing it.  I tell myself there are certain things I would never do even if the Dean ordered me too.  However, Im starting to seriously doubt my resolve in these things.  The Dean just has this kind of command in his voice that quickly chips at my defenses.

My panties are last to go.  Im trembling as I pull them off.  

Get in the bathroom, he orders.  Its potty time.

I walk toward the toilet but the Dean snaps his fingers and points at the bathtub.  I think I know what is coming but I push the thought out of my head. 

Once Im standing in the tub the Dean snaps his fingers again and points down.  I understand his order and slowly kneel.

Time for you to prove how well potty trained you are, he says as he unzips his pants.  Open wide.

I open my mouth wide and wait for the inevitable. Tears streak down my cheeks as I watch him pull his huge cock out and point it at me.  He is only semi hard but his cock is still an impressive sight.

Be a good girl now and drink all of daddys piss, he says as a hot stream of piss hits my chin.

Oh my God! This is my nightmare from the other night coming true!  The Dean is standing over me and pissing on me!

Feeling his hot putrid piss splashing against my body is the worst thing I could ever imagine.  Then, he corrects his aim and the piss shoots into my mouth.  No, THIS is the worst possible thing!

The taste seems much worse than my own piss.  I tell myself to spit it out but my body is already instinctively guzzling it down just like it has been taught to do during the past couple days.  Even when I realize that Im chugging the piss I cant bring myself to give the order to stop.  

Good job, the Dean says as his piss tapers off.  Daddys little girl is a good toilet.

Im utterly humiliated and ashamed as I close my mouth and swallow the remainder of his piss.

Im very proud of you, he praises again.  I want all of daddys friends to know how good of a toilet his little girl is.  Im going to send one of them in at the end of every class.  So, as each class ends I want you to rush into the toilet, kneel down, close your eyes and open your mouth.

I want you to keep your eyes shut tight until after Daddys friends have gone potty and left the room.  Understand?

Yyes, sir, I manage to say between sobs.

Good, now shower off real fast before your next class starts, he says as he walks out of the bathroom.

I cant stop crying as I wash off.  Plus, no matter how hard I scrub I still feel soiled.  I know I dont have much time left so I finally pull myself from the tub.  When I go to get dressed though I find my clothes are missing.  Its just as well, I would have to take them right back off in about an hour anyway.

The next hour is one of the longest of my life.  I dont even remember the subject of the class.  I just keep thinking about what is going to happen once the class is over.  I try to be strong but as the minutes count down I start crying again.  

When the bell does finally ring I rush into the bathroom and get into position.  Im not eager to comply but I know what will probably happen if I dont.  When I hear the outer door open I close my eyes tight and open my mouth wide.

Please dont let it be daddy!  Please dont let it be daddy! the voice in my head keeps repeating.

I just know the Dean is cruel enough to send my actual dad in here to use me as a toilet.  I just know it.  It is tempting to peek in order to verify that it isnt my father.  However, Im too scared it might actually be him.  I think my mind would snap if I saw my father standing there.  Oh God, what if he seen me peeking? That would be a hundred times worse.  With just one of us knowing we can at least still pretend it never happened.

I hear a zipper and then feel the hot piss.  This time it hits my mouth dead center.  I guzzled as fast as I could in hopes that I could keep the piss from pouring out onto my body.  You would think that the more piss that doesnt go down my throat the better.  However, somehow the feel of the piss on my body made the experience with the Dean much worse.  I guess Im just not as used to it as I am drinking it.

Whoever this is, they have excellent aim.  A little bit splashes onto my face but most goes into my mouth and down my throat.

Good girl, a voice praises me.

Victor!  I would know that voice anywhere.  I blush bright red in embarrassment and humiliation.  Why did he have to speak?!  Why did he have to let me know it was him?! He could have just walked out and went back to being just my honorary Uncle Victor.  Now I will never be able to face him again.

Not much pee got on me but I still feel the need to wash thoroughly.  As I spray myself off I realize how bloated I feel.  My stomach wants to reject all the piss but it is too well trained now to do so.  I fear what I will feel like after getting my next deposit.

To make matters worse, my bladder is full also.  It dawns on me that this is the first time Ive had to piss since my piss hose was taken out.  Unless you count that nasty medicine the doctor injected into my bladder.

I debate what I should do.  Am I supposed to drink it still?  Am I supposed to piss on myself in the bathtub?  I obviously dont want to do either of these things.  Im sure as hell not going to ask either.  It then dawns on me that sitting in the bathtub like I am I could pee and they would never know it.  So I do.

Awwww! I yell out as burning lava comes shooting out of my dick.  Owie! Owie! Owie!

The pee burns the inside of my dick as it rushes out.  The real pain though occurs right at the tip as the pee exits.  I cant help but grab for my dick.  I wrestle with the cock cage again but accomplish nothing but causing more pain to my balls.

Finally my pee is over and the pain settles down.  I finish showering and dry off quickly.

Drew walks in right when Im finishing.  At first Im scared she heard me yelling earlier.  That she figured out that I peed without permission.  Not that Im sure yet I actually need permission.  If she knows anything she doesnt say.  She just hands me a tiny cup of smelly fluid.

Drink this sugar and follow it with a half glass of water, she tells me.

It smells disgusting and I dont want to drink it.  However, Drew watches until I do.  The taste is horrible.  It is a lot worse than the piss.  I shut my eyes tight and scrunch my nose.  The taste lingers and I do a little dance and wave my arms up and down.

When I finally settle down and open my eyes I find Drew is gone.  I remember the instructions about the water and rush to the sink and take in several gulps.  Whatever the nasty stuff is, it doesnt seem to get along with the piss in my tummy.  Everything threatens to come back up but I keep it down.  Then it tries to come up again.  Before I know it Im on my knees in front of the toilet expelling well, everything.  I think I even seen a lung pop out.  Okay, maybe not everything but it feels that way.  Its disgusting but I do feel a ton better once it is over.

Finally I clean up and go back to the bed to attend my class.  

This process repeats all day long.  I get used as a toilet over and over again.  And Drew brings the nasty medicine in every other visitor.  I drink it and clean my stomach out.  Needless to say, it is a very horrible day.

The worst of the day, however, comes at the end of my last class.  Im not sure if the Dean is going to send someone in so I get in the tub just in case.  Sure enough, I hear the door open.  I close my eyes and open my mouth wide again.  

The pee is hot and strong but I just took the medicine the prior hour so there is plenty of room right now.  At first the persons aim is pretty good.  It goes into my mouth and down my throat.  However, about mid-way they move the stream.  At first I try to follow it with my mouth but they just keep moving it so it hits everywhere on my body except my mouth.  They even soak my hair in the putrid stuff.  I can do nothing but kneel there and accept it.

Something much worse happens after this though.  Instead of walking out they just stand there.  At first I think it might be the Dean and he is testing to see how long I wait until I open my eyes.  However, I notice a kind of flapping sound.  I almost jump up in protest when I realize the person is jacking off.

You have no idea how hard it is to just kneel there with my mouth open while some guy masturbates inches away.  I hold my ground though.  I also keep my eyes shut tight. Im now pretty sure this is the Dean and this is my final test of the day.  Or at least I hope so.

The first shot of cum takes me by surprise.  The person doesnt even grunt.  They are perfectly silent as they climax.  Every drop lands in my mouth.  When it is clear he is done I reluctantly close my mouth and swallow.  My mouth is coated with piss still so it is hard to judge the flavor.  All I can tell for sure is that it tastes well, manly.  Not sweet like Danielles does.

As bad as all of this is, the really horrible part comes 5 minutes after the man leaves.  It is then that it dawns on me that every visitor I got that day had praised me or at least grunted.  Yet, this last visitor hadnt made a peep.  If the Dean did send my father in today then that means it had to be this last visitor.  That would mean I just ate my own fathers cum!

Its just mind games!  It really wasnt him! I tell myself over and over.

This whole daddy thing is just their way of humiliating me and breaking my spirit down.  They wouldnt actually make me drink my own fathers piss and eat his cum.  I mean, if they were really that sick then why wouldnt they just confirm it was him?  Unless it is him and they are just drawing my humiliation out.

My mind goes in one continuous logic loop until I finally manage to calm down. 

13.

I wait for Drew or Casey to bring me the foul tasting medicine so I can expel this last mans piss and cum.  She never comes though.  So, I sit through my nightly porn thinking about whose cum might be swimming around in my belly.

I feel horrible thinking about the fact that it might have been my father.  If it was him then he knows how low I have fallen.  I was supposed to follow in his footsteps, not kneel before him and swallow his piss and cum.  I can only imagine his disappointment.  

If it was him then I dont really blame him for pissing and cumming on me.  I deserve much worse.  If I was a real son I would fight all of this much harder.  I would accept the whip over and over again until they gave up or I was dead.  But no, all it took from them was snapping that whip against the floor once and I bent to their will.  

As I think about all of this I realize it is too late to turn back now.  Even if that wasnt my father, word of what I did today will surely get back to him.  There were just too many people involved for it not too.  I can just imagine his embarrassment as his possible friends and coworkers joke about me.  There is no way for me to take back what Ive done.  However, I could go forward.  I could accept my new role and become one of the best Humbled Girls ever.  I could even go on to become an instructor here one day just like my father pointed out.  I just know that would make him proud.  

Wait! Wait! Wait! the voice yells.

I cant believe what Im thinking.  I want to make my father proud but the price I would have to pay is just too high.  I dont even have to imagine what that price might be.  Im looking at it right now on the TV.  I will be expected to have sex with men and boys on a regular basis.  Im not gay! I just couldnt do that!

Yet, as I tell myself this I cant help but wonder what it would be like to play with another boy; especially the cute little blonde that is performing on the TV this very second.  He looks to be about 11 years old and is cute as a button with his makeup and long curls.  Hes kneeling before a 14 or 15 year old and is sucking vigorously on his dick.  God, how good would that feel right now.  I would kill to be able to cum right now.

Wait! Wait! Wait! the voice yells again.

Fuck! Its this damn cock cage and the estrogen they are giving me.  Im not gay!  Ive already had another boy suck my dick.  Danielle did it just a few days back and I hated it.  Well, I enjoyed the climaxes but I hated it but I liked it man it is hard for me to think straight lately.  

As the final gay video comes to an end I realize I havent seen Casey yet tonight.  The last I saw Drew was about an hour prior to the last mans visit.  Not sure what I should do, I think back to what Ive been told to do in the past.  

Im under standing orders to brush and floss every morning and night, so I get up my courage and open the door leading to the hallway.  It is quiet as I walk across to my room.  When I get inside I find the room is empty.  I frown when I catch sight of my picture again.

I brush my teeth and floss and head back to the guest room.  Going back to the guest room might be a mistake.  They might be expecting me to sleep on my mat tonight.  However, they never said so.  Plus, they never gave me permission to leave the guest room.  I can easily defend temporarily leaving the room to brush, but not to stay all night.

Okay, maybe Im twisting my logic a bit to serve my needs.  However, that bed is just so much more comfortable than my mat.

I take my plug out and clean it in the sink.  Then I jump under the covers.  I can still sense the piss and sperm in my belly but I have no problem falling asleep.  The nightmares I have tonight are the worst Ive ever had.  The things I do in them God, I just cant tell you its just too humiliating.

Despite the horrible nightmares, I wake the next morning feeling much better than when I went to bed.  I yawn and stretch wide.  The feel of the soft covers sends tingles through my body and makes my toes curl up in delight.

Shit! What time is it!  

I quickly glance at the clock and find it is only 5 a.m.  Thank goodness.  

I make the bed and ensure everything is tidied up.  Then I grab my plug and head back to the other room.  I find my school uniform folded neatly on a bench in the bathroom.  I lay my plug next to it for later.

After last nights nightmares I feel the need to brush my teeth right away.  I know they were only dreams but I can still taste the various flavors in my head anyway.

My enema goes smoothly and then it is on to the shower.  Ive had to pee since I woke up.  However, Im scared it will be painful again like yesterday.  The warm shower increases the urge though. 

Maybe it wont hurt this time, I try to convince myself.

Owie! Owie! Owie! I scream.

It hurts!  It hurts!  The pain is almost as bad as last night.  I dance around in the shower as the lava squirts out my dick.  Is my dick raw from the piss tube or is there something more serious going on?

I finish showering, put my plug in and then dress and do my makeup and hair.  Neither trainer has shown up yet and Im becoming certain this is a test of some kind.  So far Im pretty sure Ive done well.  

Lets see: enema, shower, plug, dress, makeup, hair what do I normally do next? 

Oh I groan when I realize food is normally next.

I go to the kitchenette and search around.  I find nothing but the dog food in the cabinet and water in the fridge.  I know the proper thing to do is prepare my food and water bowls.  However, instead I just walk to my mat and kneel.

I still havent failed the test.  I still have at least 30 minutes before my classes start.  There is still a chance Casey or Drew will come in carrying some real food.  

Drew promised she would talk to the Dean about getting me off this dog food diet, the voice in my head keeps reasoning.  She promised!

I wait and wait but no one comes.  With about 15 minutes before classes start I realize I cant wait anymore.  Not if I want to pass this test.  So, I reluctantly go to the kitchenette and fill my bowls.  I bring them back to the mat and put them in their proper place.  I then kneel down and start eating.

The dog food doesnt seem all that bad today.  Maybe Im getting used to it.  Or, maybe it is just because Im extra hungry this morning.  

The first bell rings while I am mid meal.  However, I have 10 minutes yet before classes start.  I finish eating, brush my teeth and then go back to the guest room.  I make it with 2 minutes to spare.

I wait for someone to come in and tell me I passed my test, but no one does.  I feel a little cheated, but at the same time I realize all of it had to be done anyway.  At least this way no one is standing over my shoulder the whole time embarrassing me.  Still, it would have been nice to know for sure if I had to eat that damn dog food or not.

I find it extremely hard to concentrate on my class.  No one has told me whether I will be drinking piss in between classes again today.  While this dreaded thought is distracting, I have a much bigger problem this damn cock cage!

My nuts are really aching now.  They also look a little swollen with a tinge of blue.  Ive heard of blue balls before but I thought it was just a myth.  Im starting to wonder if this is what is causing me my discomfort.  The doctor did say these pains were to be expected.  I just pray that it doesnt cause any real damage.  

The frustration I feel is almost as bad as my balls.  Im filled with so much desire that I find it hard to sit still.  I try to focus on the lecture but my mind keeps focusing on all the little girls and the things I would like to do to them.  Of course, my little fantasies serve no purpose but to drive my desires and frustrations higher.

I find myself constantly grabbing at my cage.  This of course just causes more pain for my balls.

Im still tugging at my cage when the class ends.  I hesitate only a second before I strip down and rush into the bathroom.  I guess I should have stripped earlier because the outer door opens while Im stepping into the tub.  I cut that way too close.

Keep your eyes open today, I hear the Dean say above me.

I dont know what bothers me more.  That Im going to be a toilet again today or the fact that I will have to see the faces of those using me as such.

Take my dick out and hold it in front of your mouth, the dead commands.

God, it is going to be even worse than I expected!  There is no way I can do as he says!  He wants me to take their dicks out and hold it while they piss in my mouth?  It is unthinkable.  I wont do it!

Yet, two seconds after telling myself this I find my fingers fiddling with his zipper.  

It really isnt any different than yesterday, the voice in my head tries to convince me.

The voice isnt that convincing.  This IS very different!

I blush bright red as I get the Deans zipper down.  His cock is so huge that I expect it to just jump out at me.  However, his boxers hold it back.  I feel ill to my stomach as I reach forward again.  I note that his underwear is the same tartan pattern as my skirt is.  Its of a much thinner material though.  They look expensive so Im guessing it is probably silk.

Ive always worn briefs.  Well, panties now.  So, it takes me a few seconds to figure out that the hole in the front of the boxers is much bigger than what Im used to.  My hand trembles as I slowly reach into the hole.  I feel even more ill when I touch his huge warm dick for the first time.  

The Deans dick feels so hot.  It is much hotter than I remember mine ever feeling.  It also feels a lot spongier.  Im extremely gentle as I fish his dick out.  The last thing I want to do is scrape or pinch it somehow.  God, I can only imagine what he would do to me if I damaged it somehow.

Finally the huge tool pops out into the open, touching my left cheek briefly.  I back away, not aware I had leaned in so close.  The monster of a dick seems even bigger now that Im holding it.  My fingers cant even reach all the way around it.  It seems impossible that Danielle can actually swallow most of it.  Yet, I seen videos showing him do exactly that.

I have to admit that the dick is beautiful in its own way.  It has a nice big glossy smooth mushroom head on top.  The shaft itself is so incredibly thick and long.  I can just feel the power of it as it hardens below my fingers.  Wait! What the fuck am I thinking?  Damn this cock cage.  It has me thinking about sex all of the time now, even when thinking about the Deans vile cock.  But it is kind of pretty DAMN!  Focus Janice, focus! Shit, I mean Jack!

Put your lips on the head and get ready to swallow, the Dean commands.

This command grabs my attention again.  I cant believe he wants me to actually put my lips on his dick.  I know I have done much worse than this, but somehow it doesnt feel that way.  I can feel my stomach turn as I bend forward and part my lips.

God, I cant believe Im doing this! the voice in my head screams.  This has to be one of my nightmares.  Please let me wake up!

Its not a dream though.  I feel like crying as my lips finally press against the huge mushroom head of his dick.  The Dean puts his right hand on the back of my head and I fear he plans to push his cock down my throat.  However, he doesnt.

Good girl, the Dean praises.  Look daddy in the eye.  A good toilet always looks her user in the eye.  Good girl.  Now start sucking on daddys pee hole.  Dont stop until you get every drop out.

I cant hold my tears back any longer as I start suckling on the tip of the Deans dick.  Im rewarded with a half teaspoon of fluid.  Its salty and slippery substance.  My stomach turns when I realize it is precum.  The Dean must have been able to see my analysis in my eyes because he just smiles back down at me.

As Im coming to terms with what I just swallowed a hot strong burst of piss shoots into my mouth.  My instinct is to back away but the Deans hand holds me in place.  Luckily, my throat is well trained by now and starts guzzling the piss on its own.  The stream is so strong that I really dont swallow per se.  Its more like I open up my throat and just let it shoot straight into my belly.  Or at least it feels that way.

Eyes! the Dean growls when I close mine.

I quickly open them back up and stare up at the Dean through my tears.  I cant believe how cruel this man is.  Ive done a few nasty things to the girls in the school when I was janitor.  Some even cried when I did it.  However, you could tell they actually got off on it.  Why else would they stick around if they didnt?  Its not like they were wearing shock collars like I am.  Well, most werent anyway.

Somehow I manage to keep up with the Deans piss.  I dont even feel a single drop run down my chin.  His flow only lasts about 25 seconds but it feels like an eternity.  

Good girl, the Dean praises as his piss tapers off.  Now massage my dick and suck on the tip so you can make sure you get every drop.  When you think you have it all you can put my dick away and zip me up.  I warn you though, I better not see a single wet spot in my boxers or there will be hell to pay.

I think the Dean read my mind just then.  I planned to rush the process.  The last thing I want to do was suckle on his dick longer.  However, I know he isnt bluffing.  So, I suck hard on his pee hole and massage his dick for a full minute.  I planned to massage his dick even longer than this but I suddenly realize what Im actually doing.  Im jacking him off!  I quickly pull away.  

Im surprised when he actually lets me put his dick away.  I thought for sure he would require me to finish what I started.

I think my little girl is fully potty trained now, the Dean says as I zip him up.  I will send one or two more people in today to make sure.

The Dean leaves but I just kneel there and cry for another couple minutes.  Finally, I pull myself out of the tub.  I have to pee so I reluctantly go to the toilet.

Owie! Owie! Owie! I groan as I dance in front of the toilet.

When I leave the bathroom I find my cloths still in a neat pile.  I put them on just in case.

I spend most of the next class lecture thinking about what I just did with the Dean.  Was that sex? He didnt cum, but I did put my lips on his dick and touched it with my hands.  Am I gay now?  For that matter, did I become gay days ago when I licked my own cum off the floor? Now that I think about it there are lots of things Ive done that might make me gay.  But then, am I really gay if I didnt like doing those things? Could I even suck someone off and still not be gay as long as I dont like doing it?

The questions go on and on.  Unfortunately, I have no real answers.  

Like normal, the lecture ends half way through the class.  The teacher gives out an assignment and everyone starts working on it.  This used to be my favorite part of the classes because the teacher almost always pulls one or two kids aside and molests them.  Im not liking this part today though.  Not with this damn cock cage on me still.  It seems that now whenever I think about something naughty my balls start aching even more.

That said, I still cant bring myself to look away.  The girl the teacher picks is just too cute.  However, right when he starts undressing her someone walks into my (guest) room.  The sudden entry almost makes jump out of my skin.  Im not used to people walking into the room mid class.  Even Drew and Casey have never really interrupted my class time.

It turns out to be Dr. Stanford.  Im not sure if Im happy or sad to see him.  It is good to know he is looking out for my health.  However, all of his treatments so far have been far from enjoyable.

Hello, Jack, he says.

Janice, sir, I correct before I realize it.

Right right, he says as he pencils the change on his paperwork again.

It is nice hearing my old name but this is twice now that he has had to pencil my new name onto his paperwork.  Get your shit together already, man.  You are supposed to be taking care of my health and you cant even get my name right.

I dont know why this upsets me so much.  Danielle warned me that the estrogen would make me moody.  I think he is right.  My emotions have been all over the chart.  Though, lately Ive felt a lot more affectionate for people.  I guess the frustration from the cock cage and the ache in my balls has shifted my mood a little.  It is making me a little testy blah, bad choice of words.

So, how is our little girl doing? he asks.

Sir, it hurts when I um, pee, I reply.  It hurts a lot!

I can tell he finds this comical, but he manages to keep from laughing.  He does give a slight grin though.

My balls are hurting a lot more also, I quickly add.

This second comment gets a much bigger grin from him.  I cant imagine why he would find this so fucking hilarious.  A doctor isnt supposed to do harm, right?  

Dr. Stanford puts his medical bag down and opens it up.  He pulls out some latex gloves and snaps them on.  

Get on the bed on your hands and knees and turn away from me, he orders.

It was a polite order, but an order nonetheless.  I obey it right away.  

He flips the back of my skirt up and then I feel my cotton panties being pulled down.

First he feels around my cock cage.  Im guessing he is looking for rashes and such.  The worst part comes after that.

He grabs my nuts and starts tugging them this way and that.  I can tell he is being gentle but it still hurts.  They are already tight in their pouch thanks to the cage grabbing onto them.  This causes even the slightest touch to be amplified a hundred fold.

These are coming along nicely, he informs me.  Color and size look to be right where they should be.  On a scale of one to ten, how much do they hurt?

Ten, sir! I quickly respond.  Definitely a ten!

Hmm, he says as he continues to fiddle with my balls.  Looking at these Im thinking we can get them to about a twenty at least.

A twenty!  I want to yell and scream at him but I know better.  Ive already noticed that he seems to have a lot of power in the school.  He might even have more power than the Dean in some respects.  I would rather have this man as a friend than an enemy.  He literally has my balls in his hands.  

Just to be safe, I better give you a couple injections, he informs me.  I recommend that you grab one of those pillows and bend down and burry your face in it.

I look back toward him and see that he is already preparing a needle.  I get a very bad feeling where he plans to give these shots.

They dont hurt that bad! I beg as he thumps the syringe and then ejects a little fluid into the air.  They are only maybe a three! Please dont, Dr. Stanford!  Please! I wont complain anymore!  I promise!

Shush now and do as I said, he calmly replies.  Or am I going to have to call Dean Miller in here?  I know he enjoys seeing me give little girls their testicle shots.

Please, dont give me that shot, sir! I continue to beg.  Ill do whatever you want! I swear! Ill be a good girl for you, Dr. Stanford!  Ill be a really good girl!

I see him reach into his bag with his free hand and pull out a cell phone.

Im doing it, sir! I say as I grab for a pillow.  Im doing what you said!

Im a lot more scared of the shots than I am of the Dean.  However, I would rather have the shots than the shots and the Dean at the same time.  I bend forward and burry my face into the pillow and bite down.  God, this is going to hurt!

I jerk when I feel the doctors fingers touch my balls again.  At first I think he is just getting a good grip and finding the right injection spot.  However, he fiddles with them for over a minute.

Well, it would be a shame to make them swell up and turn all red, he finally says.  I guess I could give you this shot in your taint instead.  You would owe me a huge favor though.

Anything, Dr. Stanford! I quickly reply.  Anything!

Im so happy that my balls are spared that I almost cry.  Im so glad he is going to give the shot in my taint instead.  What is a taint anyw

Ah! I yell as the needle digs deep at a spot between my balls and asshole.

Fuck that hurt! So thats where my taint is!  Im sure its way better than my balls but it still wasnt pleasant.

The doctor continues to fiddle with my nuts for several minutes.

Do they feel better now? he finally asks.

Yes, sir! I quickly reply.  Much better.  Thank you.

The truth is that they dont feel any better at all.  Not even a little bit.  However, Im scared of what he will do with that needle if I confess this.

Okay, turn over and lets take a look at that urethra of yours, he says.

I turn over as fast as my sore balls will let me.  Im so happy to be past my ball treatment.  As I do though I notice the syringe sitting on a piece of cloth at the side of the bed.  It looks full still, like he never injected anything into me.  Was it all a cruel joke? Or did he refill it real fast or something?

As I get into position and flip my skirt up out of the way, I see the doctor holding the most wonderful thing in the world.  The special screwdriver for my cock cage!

Oh oh oh, I moan as he unscrews the device.

The damned thing is held in place by my balls and he keeps rattling it back and forth.  At one point he even grasps my balls for leverage.  God that hurt so bad I almost puked.  I dont complain though.  I even try to suppress my moans the best I can.  The last thing I want is for him to figure out that my nuts are still in pain and give me that other shot.  Of course, if he never gave it to me in the first place then that means he already knows my nuts still hurt.  Im seriously starting to think this man isnt as nice as I originally thought he was.

It takes the doctor a couple minutes but he finally gets the evil device off.  My cock immediately becomes rock hard.

Oh my, you certainly are a randy one, the doctor says with a chuckle.  Dont you dare cum!  The Dean will be extremely displeased if you empty those blue balls of yours.

You have absolutely no idea how hard it is for me to obey this order.  Im certain that I could grab my dick and make it cum in 30 seconds or less.  I just know I would feel so much better if I could cum just once.  I want to beg the doctor for permission to play with myself, but Im just too ashamed.

Mmm, I moan with pleasure as the doctor grabs hold of my cock.

Ah! Dont you dare! he growls as he gives my balls a swat.

He just barely taps my balls but it feels like someone just kicked me.  God my nuts are tender!  I was so fucking close to cumming also.  I dont know if I should hate him for denying me my climax or if I should be thanking him for saving me from whatever punishment the Dean may have given me.

The temptation to grab my dick is so great that I have to get a fist full of covers in each hand to control myself.  My mind is a whirlwind of erotic visions.  Even when I look at the doctor I get sexual thoughts.  Thats saying something considering he is at least 50 years old and balding.  Granted, he doesnt look that overweight or anything.  I bet he has a nice size dick also.  Wait! Get a hold of yourself!

The doctor waits a moment and then grabs my dick again.  Fuck that feels good!  I dont want my balls slapped again so I make sure I keep quiet.  To make matters worse, my dick is slobbering all over the place and lubricating his fingers.  This causes his fingers to slide this way and that.

The doctor seems less than pleased with all my dick slobber.  He looks up at me with this kind of you should be ashamed of yourself look.  Finally he squeezes the base of my dick with his thumb and forefinger and then kind of squeegees up the length of my dick, gathering all the dick slobber.  A good amount also pours out the tip of my dick and gathers on his fingers as well.  This maneuver is embarrassing.  It is also very painful thanks to my sore urethra.  Yet, I feel a surge of pleasure at the same time.

The only thing that keeps me from cumming is the pain and the fact that I see his fingers coming toward my face.  The next thing I know his fingers are in my mouth and Im sucking my juices off them.  He didnt tell me to do it but the unspoken order was pretty obvious.

Does it taste normal? he asks.

How the fuck should I know?! Does he think I sit around all day eating my precum or something?  Oh, actually he probably does think that.  It certainly sounds like something the Dean would order me to do.

I guess, sir, I reply.

The truth is that I really dont taste much other than slight flavor of latex from his gloves.  Flavor or not, the slippery substance is still disgusting.  Unfortunately, it is far from being the worst thing Ive had in my mouth in the past few days.

I think you might need another good flushing, he tells me.

I tense up when I see him pull out some tubing.  This tube looks a little different from my piss tube, but it is way too similar to not have a similar purpose.

Wh whats that for? I ask, already certain I know the answer.

We are just going to inject some more medicine into your bladder, he informs me.  This should kill any infections you might have in there.

God, please wake me up from this nightmare!  My dick hurts too much to have a tube stuck in it again.  I want to jump up and run away.  However, even if I could escape this place I know I couldnt escape my burning dick.  If it had an infection it would probably sting more and more each day. 

While I know this has to be done I cant help but back away when I see the doctor preparing the tube.  By the time he is ready to start the procedure my back is up against the head board and Im sitting fully upright.  

You know what to do, he says as he puts one end of the tube into my mouth.  I blush.  Yeah, I know what to do.

Ahhhh!! I scream around the tube as the catheter pushes into my dick.

He has only a couple inches inside and it already feels like someone has lit my dick on fire.  The pain is unlike anything I could have ever imagined.

I hold out for another half inch before I cant control myself anymore and I grab hold of his hand and try to push it away.  In response, the doctor uses one of his hands to give my balls another swat.  It hurts but is nothing compared to that fucking tube.  

Be a good girl! he growls.

I keep struggling though.  The doctor finally gets frustrated and yanks the tube from my dick and steps back for a second.  He then grabs my feet and pulls me back down the bed until Im laying on my back again.  He then gets on the bed himself and lays across my stomach on his left side.  

It takes me only a second to realize he is trying to pin me so I cant resist the tube anymore.  I see him pick the tube back up and then clamp it off on the end that was previously in my mouth.  Then the tube disappears out of my sight as he lines it up with my dick.

Ahhh!  Please stop! I beg as he starts feeding it in again.

I struggle to get out from under him but he is too heavy.  I cant even reach around him enough to get hold of the tube again.  He just keeps feeding more and more of it until I think Im going to die.

See, that wasnt so bad was it? he says after a couple minutes.

YES!  Yes it was that fucking bad!  Holly shit that hurt!  

The doctor gets off my stomach and I see the tube sticking out the tip of my dick.  This one doesnt appear to have a balloon on the end of it and I suspect I could yank it out if I wanted.  The doctor just stares at me like he is daring me to pull the tube out.  Its a little tempting but I know it would hurt to do so.  Plus, he would just stick it right back in.  

Be a good girl, he says sternly as he hands me the clamped end of the hose.  

I give him an angry look but take it from him.  I then remove the clamp and quickly stick the tube into my mouth.  A second later Im guzzling piss yet again.  As I swallow it I realize that technically Im probably drinking the Deans piss for the second time as well.

Ive never seen a girl stay so excited during a procedure like this, the doctor says.

I blush.  He is right.  My dick is still rock hard.  This bothers me, but not as much as the doctors voice just now.  He sounds just a little too pleased with this observation.  Like me staying excited during painful procedures is a good thing somehow.

Im shocked when I see the doctor pull a very large syringe out of his bag.  It is a lot bigger than the one he used yesterday to inject the medicine into my bladder.  This syringe looks to have a similar medicine in it though.  God he cant seriously be planning to inject that much into my bladder!  Just the thought of it sends a fresh squirt of piss into my mouth.

The doctor takes the tube from my mouth and connects it to the syringe.  I want to beg and even struggle, but I know this procedure has to take place.  And it will take place regardless of what I do.  The only question is whether I want it to happen the hard way or the very hard way.  

I look on in horror as the doctor slowly presses the plunger down on the syringe.  I immediately feel the burning sensation deep inside me.  Around the half way mark the pressure in my bladder starts forcing the tube out.  The tube slides out about 2 inches before the doctor grabs it and pushes it back in.

Oh! Its too much! I say as the plunger reaches the 3/4ths mark.

Shhh be a good girl now, he whispers.  If I had given you this much yesterday then we probably wouldnt be here having to do it all over again.  Or do you prefer we repeat this procedure for another three or four days?

Hmm, maybe you do, he adds as he glances down at my hard dick again.

Im in too much pain to be embarrassed right now.  

The pressure and heat becomes overwhelming.  I grab the doctors hand and try to pull it away.  He is way too strong though and just continues the injection.  Im amazed at how strong the man is.  He must work out more than he appears.  

Ah! I scream as the last of the fluid forces itself inside.

I take quick shallow breaths in an effort to cope with the pain.  The doctor patiently waits until I calm down.

Man, I hope you pick me, I barely hear the doctor mumble as he inspects my still hard dick.

Pick him for what?  Im in too much pain to really give it much thought.  

Oh! Oh! Oh! I groan as the doctor squeezes the base of my cock tight against the tube inside me.

The doctor then starts pulling the tube out of my dick.

AH! I yell as it inches its way out.

The burning medicine follows behind the end of the tube until it reaches the doctors pinching fingers at the base of my dick.  There it stops dead in its tracks.  A minute later and the end of the hose finally pops out of my dick.

Pinch the end of your dick so none of the liquid comes out, he commands.  If you spill any on the bed or floor then the Dean will be informed.

He doesnt have to convince me.  My insides are burning and cramping in pain, but I know that pissing this shit out is going to hurt ten times worse.  I pinch the end of my dick hard and the doctor pulls his fingers away.  The liquid suddenly inflates the remainder of my urethra.  

AH! I scream as the internal length of my dick catches fire.

Fuck this stings!  It hurts just as bad as if the medicine were coming out.  Only the very tip of my dick is spared the pain.

You can go into the bathroom and expel it now, he informs me as he removes my panties.

My bladder hurts even more as I climb out of the bed.  Im certain that I will never make it all the way to the toilet.  The need to piss this stuff out is too great.  The stinging in my dick doesnt help matters either.

Each step is agony as I slowly make my way toward the toilet.  With 6 feet left to go I know I cant hold it anymore.  I force myself to sprint the final distance.  The sprint is absolute agony but it pays off.  The medicine starts pissing out of me just as I reach the rim.

AHHHHH!! I scream as the seemingly never ending flow of lava squirts out.

As the last of it finally drips out I fall to my knees.  How I managed to stay standing this long I have no idea.  I roll to my side and hold my cock in agony.

Come on girl, we are running out of time, the doctor says as he helps me stand.

Once Im standing he reaches down and inspects my cock again.

Hmm, he says.

It isnt much of a comment but I can tell he is referring to the fact that Im still hard.  I dont understand why he keeps making note of my hard dick.  Wear that fucking cock cage for several days and see if the same thing doesnt happen to you!

I blush as he uses my dick as a leash to lead me back to the main room.  I feel so humiliated as I shuffle behind him.  He is gentle but my dick still hurts a lot.  Once we are out of the bathroom he finally lets go and tells me to get back on the bed on my hands and knees.

We have to get you back into your little cage, he informs me.

Yeah, good luck with that buddy.  My dick is harder than a diamond.  No way are you going to be able to squeeze it back into that little cage.  This tells me that he must plan to masturbate me or something.  Thank God!  I need to cum so bad!  I would prefer it wasnt him doing it but beggars cant be choosers.

Im barely into position when he grabs my nuts again.

Oh I groan in discomfort.

We just need to give you one more shot, he informs me. 

I quickly look back and see him grabbing the syringe he laid on the cloth earlier.  I want to point out to the idiot that Im pretty sure he never injected anything into me the first time.  Yeah, I didnt let him know that.  The last thing I want is for him to give me additional shots.

This one should really go into one of your nuts, he informs me.  However, since you promised me a favor I will give it to you in your taint again.

Thank you, sir, I whisper.

Im thankful I guess.  I would prefer no shot at all.  However, the taint is much better tha 

Ah! I groan as the needle digs deep again.

This time I definitely feel something being injected.  It burns a little at first but then settles down.  In fact, the burning in my penis slowly disappears as well.  Holy crap!  He actually did something to relieve the pain.  Maybe he is a good man after all.

Okay, turn over so we can get that cage on, he orders.

Yeah, like I said earlier, good luck with th What the fuck!?  My dick is soft.

The shot caused my hard on to go away.  It must have been some kind of Novocain or something.  I cant even feel his fingers as he works my dick back into the cage.  As he uses the special screwdriver to tighten everything up I pray that my dick isnt being pinched in the seams anywhere.  That would be insanely painful once the Novocain wore off.

Im thankful for the Novocain, or whatever it is, but Im also rather disappointed that I didnt get to cum.  Im also a bit puzzled as to why he felt the shot should have been given to my nuts.  The more I think about it the more I realize that he never intended to give my nuts an injection.  It was just his way of getting me to promise him a favor.  

I think about withdrawing that favor but I then realize that he could still come back with that needle.  Im sure he could find something to safely inject there if he really wanted.  Of course, I dont know what kind of favor he plans to ask for.

Whatever the favor is, he doesnt hint at it. Nor do I dare ask about it.  He just packs his stuff up and leaves.  I look to the screen and see that the next class is already underway.  I was in so much pain that I didnt even notice the bells go off earlier.  At least I didnt have to drink any piss during this intermission.  Well, other than my own.

I change the channel to my next class.  I then look around for my panties.  They are nowhere to be found.  The doctor must have accidentally packed them away with his other stuff.

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.  Its 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 isnt 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 dont, 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 if only for a moment.  Just like it always did in the past when Victor was around.

Dont bother getting undressed, he tells me.

The thought hadnt 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 Im 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.

Im 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.  Im 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 Im talking about him.  However, I havent actually addressed him as uncle for years now.  Considering hes an instructor at the school, I probably should be calling him sir.  However, Im 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.

Shes 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 wouldnt 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 dont.  Ive been sitting upright since he entered the room.  If I decide not to lie down next to him then Im 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 dont 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.  Im much older now and the relationship between Victor and I has drastically changed since then 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 doesnt 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 I mean comfortable.  I feel so warm and secure up against him.  Its even better than a hug.

Yet, I know there is probably a price for this comfort.  There always seems to be in this place.  Ive 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 cant help but notice his dick hardening under his pants.  

Please no, Victor, I want to beg.  Dont make me do anything naughty with you.

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

Thats a trick question if Ive 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 Ive 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.  

Its okay, I whisper and then blush.

I told your father that you would like it but he didnt believe me, Victor says.  

I blush further.  Im certain that Victor knows I dont 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 couldnt could he?  Surely he knows me better than that.  Yet, I guess I could see how someone might get a different impression.  Its not like Ive resisted that much.  Hell, Ive 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.  Im upset with him right now but he is someone that Ive looked up to for many years.  I hate the idea that he might think Im 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 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 Victors 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 teachers 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.  Ive even seen my dad have sex with several kids, to include my sisters.  However, Ive 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 isnt 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.  Its 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.  Its about 8 inches long and almost 2 inches thick.  Its 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 Victors 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 Victors fingers slide up and down his brown shaft.  I cant help but wonder if a Mexicans dick tastes different than other races.  I bet it tastes manly and  wait!  Damn this cock cage!  I cant believe I was thinking of Victors dick in that way!

I dont 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 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 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 havent 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 even if it is still wrong.  

While his left hand is massaging his dick, his right hand is caressing me.  He isnt too aggressive at first.  He just kind of hugs me in tighter against him.  However, Im getting confused as I snuggle up against him.  Its embarrassing and even a little disgusting.  Yet, it also feels kind of well, right.  Like I need this, but I dont 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 anyones standards, but I just cant 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 dont think that is it though.  Its 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.  Its comforting somehow 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 cant believe Uncle Victor is kissing me!  Hell, I cant even believe he is kissing a boy, let alone me!  Its just so wrong!  Victor isnt gay, is he?  Maybe he just got caught up in the TV footage.  I do look pretty done up like this.  Hell realize what he is doing and stop any second now.

Any second now

Any second

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

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

Mmm, I moan in pleasure.

Oh, God! Where did that come from?!  One second Im 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 cant 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 Victors kiss persists.  Even his manly spit drooling into my mouth seems to cause tingles.  Its 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 Im actually pulling myself into him.  I dont 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, Im still not sure it is actually over yet.

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

I cant 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 doesnt 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 thats 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 wont 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 Victors lips and spit again.  I need to taste it just a little more just one more time.

No!  I cant let myself give in to this!  Its not right!  Not with Victor!  Not with any man!

I find the strength to stave back my bodys desire to participate.  However, I cant bring myself to struggle against Victors 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.

Theres no need to beg sugar, Victor whispers back.  Uncle Victor is going to give you exactly what you want.

I dont 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 dont 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 wont get a drop on my trousers.

The tone that Victor uses is unlike any Ive 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 Victors 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.  Ive 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 isnt much taste to it but it still somehow seems manly.  Its 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 dont dare.  I get the feeling that my punishment for doing so would be much worse than just a spanking.  I dont think I could handle a punishment right now.  Not after everything Ive 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 1.5 inch 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 dont remember seeing any hose that would work for that purpose.  However, that doesnt mean one couldnt be acquired.

STOP!  I cant let my imagination run away like that.  They would never do such a thing.  I tell myself this but Im far from convinced.  The only acceptable course of action is to obey so I wont 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 wont 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.  Its 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 isnt that bad but Im 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 doesnt.  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 shouldnt have played with his balls without being ordered to do so first.  Now he probably thinks Im actually enjoying this sick shit.

I want to bite his dick or something to show him how much I hate this.  Im 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 dont want to look Victor in the eye.  Not while I have his dick in my mouth.  I just cant!  Yet, I fear what will happen if I dont.  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 wasnt Victors 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, Im 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 dont even notice it sneak up on me.  One moment Im looking up at Victor in humiliation and the next Im 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 Im feeling.  It is like Im 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 Victors 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 Ive felt in the past week.

The only problem is that it comes with a price.  That price is acceptance.  I just cant 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 isnt 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 Victors 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.  Ive 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.

Victors 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 Im 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 Victors 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.  Its extremely disgusting but I dont have time to worry about it.  Im 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 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.  Im 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 dont want to think about the flavor; however it distracts me from the look in Victors eyes.  Its a different look than before.  It is one that I cant easily determine one that I dont 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 dont know and I dont want to know.  I just cant handle any more embarrassment today.

Dont spill a drop, he reminds me.

Um, its a bit fucking late to be reminding me now.  I know he could tell I swallowed his load.  Why bother telling

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.  Ive come too far to fail now.  So, I focus just on swallowing.

It takes almost 40 seconds for his stream to stop.  Im amazed at how much there is.  He must have a well-trained dick.  Im certain I wouldnt 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 didnt.  So, why the look?  I can only guess that this was a test and he was rooting for me to pass it.  That he didnt 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.  Its disgusting but nothing I havent 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 didnt 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, hes not my trainer.  Or at least I hope they didnt make him my trainer.  

I then remember the video of him teaching my sister, Amber, how to suck cock.  Im 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 Im not sure how I should feel about it.  I guess it depends on my fathers 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.  

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.  Im thankful for the replacement pair but the guy makes me put them on and model them for him.  Its very embarrassing.

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

Im 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.  Im 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 havent been able to pee standing up unless Im 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 Im done but when I stand I kind of feel like I need to pee still.  Sit back down and I cant get any to come out.  The feeling isnt that noticeable but it is still there in the back of my head constantly.  I cant 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 wasnt 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 10 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.  Ive only seen Drew and Casey briefly in the past couple days.  I wouldnt exactly say I miss them.  However, I do miss being around people.  My visits yesterday really didnt 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 Im 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 Im sure Im being watched.  They never said I had to fill the bowls all the way but Im 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 wouldnt 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 isnt 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 especially when it is a dream of me sucking on Victors dick.  Once I even suck my dads dick.  I cry for 10 minutes after I wake from that dream.  I just cant believe my dream self could enjoy something so horrible.

The only upside to the dreams is that I normally dont have my cock cage on in the dream.  Sometimes I even climax in the dream.  Though, it doesnt quite feel the same as a real cum.  It is kind of like I reach climax but dont 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.  Ive 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 isnt what I would have chosen.  Its 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.  Im not saying I want to kiss guys now.  You just have to keep in mind that Im pretty positive that Danielle really likes me.  Probably even loves me.  Even if I dont love her back doesnt mean it doesnt still feel good to know she feels that way toward me.  Wait, not her 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 doesnt already know the details.  Its not like he couldnt have snuck into the observation room during the week.  God, I hope he didnt do that.  The odds are slim though.  I would bet that going into someone elses observation room without permission is a punishable offense.  I would hope no one would dare give him such permission.

I cant hold everything back though.  

They 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 cant blame him.  I probably would have found it a little funny also if it wasnt me wearing the thing.

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

Dont worry, they make all of us wear one from time to time.  They wont make you wear it forever, he assures me.  Or at least Ive 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.  Its 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 Ive 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 isnt 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 Ive had 2 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 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 wouldnt want to give Danielle the wrong impression.

We have a lot more to talk about today.  This is thanks to the fact that Im 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 doesnt.  

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 hadnt 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 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 Im positive I would have preferred to suck a dick rather than drink someones pee.  However, drinking pee doesnt seem that bad now.  Well, its still horrible, but it doesnt seem as bad as other things if that makes any sense.  

You would think I would feel the same way about sucking dick.  After all, Ive eaten a lot of cum in the past week.  Ive also put my lips on a few dicks.  So, actually sucking a cock off shouldnt be that different.  But it is very different.  

Eating cum is just that.  Its swallowing a foul substance.  Not much different than drinking pee I guess.  Putting my lips on Victors dick and jacking him off was a little more intimate.  However, sucking someone off is actually making love in a gay kind of way anyway.  Once I do that then I will truly be homosexual.  Im 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 Deans 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 didnt 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 Deans 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 cant, he pouts.  Someone did it just a few weeks ago.  If we do it again so soon then the Dean wont be such a sport about it.  He will probably punish everyone in the school.  I dont 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.

Ive 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 cant 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 cant believe I just told Danielle I would rather eat dog food than be intimate with him.  Its true but I could have worded it much better.

I dont 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 wont mind, Danielle counters.  It is okay as long as we write it off as training unless you just dont want to do anything with me.

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

Its not that, I assure him.  I just know the Dean didnt look happy about it.

Thats a shame, Danielle finally gives in.  I was going to teach you how to cum while wearing a cage.

This grabs my attention.

Thats not possible, I say.  Is it?

Well, yes and no, he replies.  It doesnt feel the same as a normal climax but you can still get the cum to come out.  It will make you feel much better especially your balls.

Danielle sounds sincere but Im 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 Ive already made up my mind again.  He also knows my decision has nothing to do with the food.

Well, lets see, he says.

To my surprise, he doesnt 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 cant 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 dont 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, Im very hungry.  Im 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 4 days worth of food 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 dont say anything though.  Im 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 Im being subjected too.

I know Im over reacting to the gift but I just cant help it.  After the week Ive 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 Im 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 dont want to hurt Danielles feelings.  Plus, despite the disgust, the closeness does feel a little yummy 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.  Im 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.  Its 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 usually on the weekends.

This confuses me.  I have three sisters enrolled in the school and Ive 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 dont get a ton of one on one time with their mentor.  Usually they are trained 6 at a time.  We are lucky though.  We only have to share our mentors with maybe 5 to 10 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 almost every weekend.

Yeah, lucky 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?  Thats bullshit!  Well, I mean if I was going to stick around that would be bullshit.  

Who 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 3 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 dont want any of these as my mentor.  Not if Im going to have to do 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 Im 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 doesnt seem to like me.  Plus, his dick is the biggest Ive 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.  Hes on everyones 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 like I would have anyone to tell anyway.  

They say he cant get you know 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 lots of pain.  I think he is jealous because we can get hard and he cant.  Its just rumor though.  Ive 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, Im 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 wouldnt have to worry about doing gay shit.  Of course, I would be his only student which would mean significantly more one on one time.  

Its 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.

Whos your sponsor? I ask.

Danielle blushes.

You dont have to tell me, I quickly add.

I only asked out of curiosity.  I didnt mean to cause him any embarrassment.  And it certainly must be embarrassing if it is enough to make Danielle blush.  

Its okay, Danielle assures me.  Its just not something students normally talk about.  We all know who each others 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 doesnt 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 doesnt want to talk about it.  However, it concerns me that there is something about this place that bothers even Danielle.

Hes hes my daddy, Danielle whispers with a blush.  My real daddy.

This I was not expecting.  Its 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.

Its the Dean, isnt it? I say as I scoot a couple feet away from him.

Danielle nods but I already know Im 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 girls name.  Nor did I really care that much about girls back then.  I cant 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!  Its even worse than that!  I dont 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.  Thats 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.  Im extremely pissed off at them but Im even more embarrassed because this means they probably know what is happening to me right now.

Its so humiliating that I start to cry.  Im sure they dont 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 dont know Danielle is related to the Dean.  However, I find that unlikely.

Im sorry, Danielle says when he sees me start to cry.  I didnt have any choice.

What?  Why is he sorry?  Did he play a role in the plot also?  There is clearly something he thinks Ive already figured out.  I remain quiet for a moment, trying to figure out what it could possibly be.  I cant 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 cant 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 didnt 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 Im too upset to really listen.  Im also a little confused.  If everyone is in on this then why bother with the whole charade?  Im 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.

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 not just for falling into the trap but also for giving in so easily to all the things they have demanded of me.

Wwill 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.  Its exactly what I need right now even if Im upset with him.  

Im not really that upset about him helping to trap me.  Well, I was at first but now I realize the Dean didnt give him much choice.  No, Im 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 Im 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 Im facing Danielle.  Im not sure why.  I guess I just want to read the expression on his face.  When his face does come into view Im surprised to see him crying as well.  He isnt crying as hard as I just was but the tears are there.

We stare into each others 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 dont.  I can also tell that he would help me if he could.  

There just isnt 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 wouldnt 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.  Dont ask why I didnt 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 didnt 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 Im 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 if only for a moment.

I know Danielle probably loves me.  However, the longer this kiss lasts the more confused Im becoming in regards to how I feel about him.  I know I like him as a friend, but friends dont 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 wont hurt anything.  However, those few seconds turn into a minute, then two, then three.  Before I know it Im 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 dont 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 doesnt 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 Im 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 werent 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 Im 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 cant really expect me to lick my plug clean from now on?  The stern look on his face tells me that he does.  I dont want to obey but I also dont want to get Danielle mad at me Im too emotionally drained for that right now.  I bring the plug to my lips and start licking it clean.  Im extremely clean inside from my enemas but there is still ass juice on it.  Cleaning the plug is disgusting but Ive 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.  Ive seen his breasts before but for some reason they seem much more beautiful today.

I dont want to have breasts.  However, as I stare at his a part of me is a little jealous that he has something that I dont.  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.  Danielles 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 about 7 inches long and 1.75 inches thick.  It doesnt look the same though.  His cock isnt circumcised like mine is.

His cock looks odd compared to what Im 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.  Im not sure why I care 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 werent 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 Ive 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 Im not sure I can do it.  I mean, cleaning your own plug is one thing but cleaning someone elses 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, Danielles has virtually no flavor to it.  Its 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.  Im 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 dont enjoy it like I did earlier.  Earlier it had felt comforting.  Now it just feels 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 cant 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 cant seem to grasp the concept that relief isnt possible.

I pull Danielle tighter to myself and kiss him more passionately as my body tries to reach climax.  Of course, the goal just isnt 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 cant 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, 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.  Thats part of the reason they make you wear it.  So you can learn how to use and enjoy your clit more.

Thats it?  I guess I was expecting something different.  Im not sure what.  I feel kind of foolish though for not thinking of it myself.  Its not like they didnt introduce me to my clit already.

Okay, I say with a blush.

Im 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 cant 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!  Im not so sure about this.  Kissing is bad enough, but anal sex is well, sex.  Gay sex!  

I dont know, I whisper. 

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

I think that is what scares me most 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 Danielles dick push against my ass ring.  I was so deep in thought that I hadnt even noticed Danielle reach down and position himself.

I dont think woh! 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.  Danielles 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 Im 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 Danielles warm meat throb inside me.  It feels so alive.  Maybe it is this element and not the texture that is really causing all of these tingles.  Its so disgusting, yet somehow thrilling at the same time.

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

Danielles praise makes me blush further.  Im 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.

Im fucking Danielle!  I cant believe Im 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 Danielles 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.  Im officially gay now even if I dont want to be.  I start to cry, but Im 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 all of these and more swirl around.

The only thing that seems to keep me from exploding is the fact that I dont 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 doesnt matter if I dont 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 cant believe I just said that out loud!  Yet, it is true.  Even with the humiliation I cant help but speed up my thrusts.  The feel of Danielles dick bumping and rubbing against my clit is just too good.

I of course know my prostate isnt actually inside my asshole.  There is only a thin layer of skin though separating the two.  Plus, Im 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 dont let me get addicted to this!  I already know I will though just like I quickly got addicted to masturbating a year ago.  I tell myself not to worry too much about it; that I dont 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 Im 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.

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

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

Ill be a good slut!  Ill be a good slut! 

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

It wouldnt matter even if I did care.  The tornado inside me is self-sustaining now.  It is ripping up fences, pulling houses from their foundation 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 cant believe Im gay now!  What I really cant 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 hasnt cum yet.  However, it is clear he isnt 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 its just too horrible and disgusting to help get Danielle off.  Danielle isnt 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 dont cum in me!

Physically, Im sure I probably can break free of him.  However, Im 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 cant believe I was actually enjoying this just a moment ago.  Its 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 didnt seem to go to completion.  It was almost like I was taken to the very brink and then held there.  Then well, then Im not sure what happened.  It was a feeling unlike anything Ive ever experienced before.  

I know of course that I have just had my first anal orgasm.  Ive seen girls have them but I always thought they were faking it.  I didnt 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 Danielles 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 didnt 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.

Im not sure how I feel about my anal orgasm 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 isnt 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 isnt available to me.  So, I guess this will have to do.  Not that Im 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 didnt plug it then that would mean I would have to eat it as it leaks out.  Im 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, Im 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 Danielles 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.  Im not sure if this is a good or bad sign.  I really dont 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.  Im 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 cant do that!  I cant!  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 enemas.  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 wasnt covered by his foreskin right now.  I then slowly lick up and down the rest of his shaft.  The taste isnt all that bad but the thought of where his cock just was makes the task rather vile.

Its 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 wont be able to clean it very well this way, I get brave and pull his foreskin back and suck on the head underneath.  Im 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 again.

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 cant 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 then my second then my third.

It is close to 5 p.m. before Danielle and I finally get out of the bed.  I dont remember what time it was when we started but it seems like days.  If we werent having anal sex then we were busy kissing and grinding against each other.  

The worst part is that by the time we finally finish Im 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 doesnt seem like that big of a deal anymore.  Seriously, what is one more minute of kissing when compared to the 400+ minutes Ive 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 Danielles 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 that being my asshole.  I have three big loads of Danielles 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, Im pretty sure the first two loads have long since been absorbed by my body.  That in itself is a disgusting thought, but thats 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 long but Danielle seems fascinated by them.  I can only guess he has some kind of pubic hair fetish.  Ive never heard of such a thing before but it wouldnt 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.  Its 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 even if they are short.  

Danielle gives my underarms the same treatment.  Only he doesnt 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 Im a bit more curious about the order.  Girls dont let their underarm hair grow.  Dont get me wrong, I dont want to be a girl and I certainly dont 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 isnt any to be found.  All I have there is very little peach fuzz.  Danielle didnt 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 cant drink the water like you can in the shower.  Well, I guess you can but Im not about too.  Danielle pours me some water from the fridge but Im 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.

Im 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, 4 slices of cheese, 10 Ritz crackers, an egg (hard boiled Im 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 Im 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 Ive done someone elses 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 Danielles 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 doesnt 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, Danielles 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, Im scared there might be more to the story than I really care to hear.  All I know is that after hearing Danielles story Im positive that having my dad as my mentor is completely out of the question.  It would mean almost daily sex acts with him which is what it sounds like Danielle has to endure with his father.  I couldnt 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.

Hes 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 like Im measuring some impossibly huge cock.

Janice! Danielle yells and then starts giggling also.

It turns out the boys name is Edward Wright III.  Danielle gives a lot of details about him but I ignore most of it.  Its only like the 20th guy he has described to me.  Hes big and strong with a large package thats pretty much Danielles type it seems.  This one happens to be gay though.  However, I have to wonder if this bit of info isnt just in Danielles 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.

Youre only 14! I say in shock.

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

Im a bit stunned as Danielle tells me all of this.  Ive 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.  Thats a huge secret the school wouldnt 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 daughters future.

You kind of met her already, Danielle informs me.  Rebecca is the girl you saw getting spanked; the one that wasnt taking her pills.

Im a little shocked by this information but not much.  What little shock there is mainly comes from the coincidence of Rebecca being Edwards 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 Edwards 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.  Im not sure why but I actually feel a little jealous.  Im fond of Danielle but its not like Im 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 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 that being escape.  The more I can make Danielle care for me the better my odds of success.

I dont 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 cant help but noticed that Edward sounds a lot like a younger version of Danielles dad.  Ive 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 dont complain.  I dont want to upset him.  Especially if he doesnt love me like I thought he did.

It angers me though.  I planned to use the crackers alone as a days 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, 2 slices of cheese, an egg and the two mini boxes of Cheerios.  Fuck!  That wont 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 Im surprised to find it is 7 p.m. already.  Man where did the day go?  Oh, right, we spent like 7 or 8 hours in bed earlier having 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.  

Im 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 arent 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 cant 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 Im 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 as if.

Danielle reaches the normal TV stations.  The normal TV channels are usually blocked for this TV trust me, Ive checked.  However, when they are unblocked there are only 5 of them available so there isnt 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 Its a Wonderful Life.

Its 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 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 dont 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.  Im 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.  Im 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 arent 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.

Im 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 isnt long before the porn is forgotten and Danielle and I are busy kissing again.  Im still a little disgusted by all the tongue kissing but after our long session today it doesnt 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 cant compete with Edwards 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 doesnt 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.  

Im a bit hesitant to take my own plug out, considering what happened last time I did.  Its 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 dont.  Okay, maybe Im 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 doesnt seem quite as good as earlier today.  I can only guess it is because my nuts are a lot emptier now.  Thats 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 Danielles cock are just as great.  I try to sit up so I can ride Danielles 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 Danielles 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 cant 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 havent 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 isnt that of anger.  It looks more like he is deep in thought; like he hadnt thought about this before.  It doesnt surprise me.  Danielle seems to get caught up in what guys look like and not so much by how they act.

Danielle doesnt 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 isnt 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 doesnt take long before Danielles 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 Danielles 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, Im 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 Danielles commanding voice.  Yeah, Edward wouldnt 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 Im 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.

Ill 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 dont 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 dont 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 cant lower my legs.  I try to reach my knees so I can untie them but find I cant move my hands either.  Im doubled over so much that my head movement is very limited.  I cant see my hands but I can tell they are tied down as well.  I cant believe I didnt notice Danielle putting the leather cuffs on me.

Im very confused.  The drugs in the enema doesnt help things any.  The position Im in is very uncomfortable, even with the drugs effects.  Im bent over so far that my shiny cock cage is directly above my face.  If I didnt 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.  Its completely full also!

I need my plug! I grunt.

Shhh be a good girl now, Danielle says with a smile as he presses the tip of the syringe into my hole.  Ill 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.

Im panting like crazy by the time the syringe is empty.  My normal enemas are a bit larger than this but Im 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 isnt 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 cant take in enough oxygen in this position.  Reluctantly, I open my mouth back up and start panting again.  There is a steady 5 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 dont 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 dont 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.

Its 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 doesnt 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 Danielles 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.  Im 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 doesnt stop until his balls are resting on my upturned ass.  I expect him to start humping me but he doesnt.  He just hovers above me and looks down into my eyes.  He hovers there for what seems an eternity.  At first I dont understand why he isnt moving.  Then I notice his eyes are starting to glaze over.  Hes letting the drug soak into his dick.

Danielle might be getting a little buzz but Im 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 even kind of fuzzy.  Im 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 down.  It becomes almost hypnotic.

Thats 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 isnt a drip anymore.  Its a drizzle.  And Ive 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 Danielles 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 cant 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 isnt long and I find myself trying to hump my ass up in order to meet Danielles 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 doesnt 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.

Im 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 hadnt 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.  Im 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 Danielles dick ejaculating into my mouth from just inches above my face.  

Its 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.  Im such a good girl such a good girl.

18.

I wake Sunday morning not sure where I am.  For an instant I think the past 10 days or so were just a dream.  I start to cry when I realize they werent.  I then cry harder when I remember last nights 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 10 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 dont want to obey but Im 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 isnt 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 Im 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.

Im 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 Danielles warm body snuggled up behind me.  Im pretty angry at Danielle for last night but I cant 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 so much for that.

As I get out of bed I realize I dont 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.  Its 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 dont feel like doing anything this early not that I really ever feel like doing this.  I dont protest though.  I just focus on the shower wall as he licks and kisses my neck and earlobes.  

It isnt 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 doesnt 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 dont want boobies.  Not even if they look as good as Danielles 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 Danielles dick press hard against my hole.

I really dont want to start my day off with an ass fucking, but I can already tell that Danielle wont be denied.  His cock is as hard as a piece of steel and he isnt 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 wouldnt 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 doesnt 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 Im 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.  

Ccant we use the shower? I whisper when he turns me to face his sloppy dick.

He doesnt 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 doesnt let me up though.  Instead he turns me around and slides his dick back up my ass.  He gives me about 10 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 dont 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.  Thats how I see it anyway.

My little struggle doesnt 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 nothing new there.  I hate that I keep giving in so easily.  I think my problem is that Im 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 Im 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 Danielles dick.  I try to get as much of the dick into my mouth without actually touching it with my lips or tongue.  Dont 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 mark Im forced to finally start letting my tongue touch the underside of Danielles slimy dick.  It isnt 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 Im fine again.  

Im actually a little proud when I realize I have almost 4 inches in my mouth already.  Its 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 Your little Janice sure sucks a mean dick.

When I try to take the next inch I quickly discover that maybe Im 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.

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 doesnt help.  This is a whole different kind of disgust.  You really cant 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 mental wise anyway.

Danielle doesnt notice or simply doesnt care that I left the bottom 3 and a half inches 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 5 more times until he is satisfied.  Though, Im 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 Im so humiliated and flushed that my face feels like it is on fire.  I cant believe Danielle just made me do that.

Something tells me though that it really wasnt Danielles idea.  This felt too much like training to me.  Victor or the Deans training to be specific.  When Danielle trains me he is normally way tenderer than this.  

Im 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 wont perform it anyway.  At least this way they didnt get my oral cherry.  Unless you count the times I put my lips on the head of their dicks which I dont.  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 in a non-gay kind of way of course.

That said, Im 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.  Thats 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.  Im upset with Danielle but mainly Im 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 Danielles 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 Danielles 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 doesnt say it but I can just tell he is thinking it.  I blush through the entire time Im 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 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.  Im so fucked.

The only thing I have going for me is that I havent been all that hungry lately.  Well, not as hungry as I probably should be.  I guess all the piss drinking and other messes Ive 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 hadnt 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 dont even use them that often with me.  

Im glad that they dont 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 Im 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 not be upset with him about it.  After all, the first dick up my ass or deep in my mouth could have been the Deans 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.  Im 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 Im performing the positions so well that even Danielle cannot find fault.

Somehow this doesnt please him though.  In fact, he looks almost disappointed when I perform all 12 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.  Danielles 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 Deans son/daughter and therefore not someone you want to piss off.  However, my desire to make him happy goes far beyond that.  Hes 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 and for what we did yesterday.

Im ultra-embarrassed and cant bring myself to say in detail what Im 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, Im happy that it was Danielle that took my ass cherry.  I took a girls cherry about 8 months ago.  She wasnt 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 wasnt special.  She cried through half of it.  She didnt 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 dont 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.

Im thankful though that Danielle does not bring up the earlier shower incident.  While Im 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 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 well, girlfriend and girlfriend boyfriend and boyfriend you know what I mean.

Im 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.

Im 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 dont seem to feel that way about Danielle anymore.  I wouldnt say I desire him or anything like that.  Its 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 dont 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 another room.  Ive spent so much time in this guest room that it now feels like my room.  Im starting to wonder if maybe Im 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 especially if it means staying in this room.  It really is pretty plush compared to other rooms in the school.  That said, it doesnt 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 dont 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.  Its not a huge reason Ive 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 cant 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 dont see how she couldnt have noticed this evidence.

Despite everything that has happened in the past week, Im 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 thankfully.

Hanging the clothes turns out to be the worst part of this training session.  While Im 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 dont 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 wont 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 Im 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.  Its 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 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 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 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 Im 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.

Youre 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 10 minutes every night.  It will help you build up your pain tolerance.  Trust me, you will need it 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 Danielles voice that tells me this tiny pain lesson isnt 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 hadnt already thought about picking the Dean for the same reason.  However, the Dean is well, hes 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.  Im sure that is exactly what he wants thats 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 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 dont see any mold growing anywhere so Im not sure why he feels it needs to be cleaned.  But I clean it anyway.  There isnt much instruction involved here.  Not like I dont 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.  Im 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 dont 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.

Im 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 isnt 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.  Im still not super-hot on the idea of having a cock up my ass.  However, the end result is pretty nice.  Plus, Im 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, isnt that enough?  I cant 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, its my only possession.  Danielle giggles like I meant it as a joke.  The offer clearly isnt appealing to him so I play along and giggle as well.

Before we start I was thinking maybe you could you know 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 dont 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 dont 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.  Im 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 Im the one on my knees I feel significantly more submissive than I ever felt dominate.  Im 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 of the tip is already peeking out the top.

Im going to suck Danielles cock!  Even after this morning, the thought is still so surreal.  I know this isnt 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 Im all but volunteering to do it.

I didnt 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 Suck that dick bitch! 

I swallow hard when I realize the time has finally come.  There will be no more delays.  Its 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 Danielles eyes in confusion.  Danielle is looking down at his groin like there is something Im supposed to be doing there.  But I cant with his hand in the way.  Im about to voice this when it dawns on me what he wants.  Of course, you cant nut a bitchs 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.  Im 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 Im 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 Danielles skin really is.  My tongue licks all over his sack and I dont even find a single hair.  Im also pleased that I dont find any odd flavors either.  In fact, there is hardly any flavor at all.  While this is still demeaning and humiliating, it isnt 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.  Its not something I like doing but if I dont it will probably leave wet spots on the bed.  Well, bigger wet spots than necessary.  Im 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.

Im eating his precum now so there isnt 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.  Danielles 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 wont have to actually suck his dick.

My hopes are quickly dashed when I feel Danielles hand at the back of my head.  He hasnt 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 Ive learned so far here is that it never hurts to be a good girl.  

Sure enough, Danielles 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 Danielles 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 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 Danielles 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.  

Youre too old for that, Danielle says as he bats my hands away.  

Now that he mentions it, I dont remember ever seeing any of the older girls at the school using their hands much.  Even the 10-year-olds in my classes dont use their hands.  The only girls Ive seen use their hands are those around 7 or 8.

I try to protest around Danielles 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 doesnt 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 dont 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 cant do it.  I start to cry and shake my head no.

Janice! Danielle growls.

The tone in his voice is one I didnt think his feminine body was capable of.  If I didnt 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 Danielles 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 cuffs 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 dont 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 doesnt hit me with it.

He uses the rope to lightly tie my ankles.  This seems trivial compared to the cuffs so I dont 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 doesnt appear to serve any purpose.

I just shrug this off.  I have much bigger things to worry about right now.  Like Danielles 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 dont 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 dont 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 dont 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.  Ive been in Danielles shoes before.  Im 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 Danielles grip is too tight.  My only recourse is to try to stand.  Im certain my leg muscles can easily out power his hold on me.  My ankles are tied together so I wont be able to run away, but at least I wont be gagging anymore.

I manage to get my toes positioned correctly but when I lunge upward Im immediately yanked back down my by my wrists.  I now know what the purpose of the rope is.  I didnt even manage to get Danielles dick free of my mouth.  I rose up 2 inches 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 7 or 8 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 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.  

Im going to choke to death on Danielles 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 in my mouth but I can at least breathe now.  Im 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.

Im gasping and coughing too hard though and it just comes out jumbled.  Im sure he knows what I said but he pulls me forward again anyway.  He doesnt 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 dont even bother trying to swallow all the excess spit.  I just let it drool out of my mouth and down my neck and body.  Ill worry about that mess later.

Danielles 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 dont 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.  Im 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 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 5 minutes or 5 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 Danielles dick start to pulse in my throat.

Im 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 wont 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 doesnt.  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.  Its 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 cant believe he wants me to clean it while Im in such an uncomfortable position.  I dont hesitate to start licking.  I have virtually zero mobility in my head but that doesnt 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.  Im 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 cant believe I just said that!  I was thinking it for some reason but didnt mean to say it out loud!

Dont worry about that, Danielle whispers as he presses the tip of his dick against my hole.  Im going to make you the bestest girl in the whole world.

A second later he is deep inside me.  

(Continued)


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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone such activities in real life.  Also, I do not recommend that you try duplicating anything mentioned in my stories; even if you are doing them legally.  I try to keep most of the activities semi realistic, however, many of these things can and probably would cause severe damage.  

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