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 Christian School of Humility (Jack Gets Humbled) Part 2 of 2
   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?
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   By The Devil's Advocate
   19.
   The rest of Sunday becomes a bit of a blur.  I remember the ass fucking
and subsequent anal climax in great detail of course.  However, after that
Danielle puts me on my side for my cleanup duty.  This quickly goes from
cleanup to another deep throat lesson.  The rest of the night is fuzzy. 
I'm not sure but I think he ended up fucking my ass once more and taking my
throat twice more.  I think I blocked most of the details out.  It is also
possible that Danielle throat fucked the details out of my head via oxygen
deprivation.  Who knows how many millions of brain cells I ended up losing.
   I could be wrong but I don't think I had any more anal climaxes for the
rest of the night.  I'm guessing I can only have those when my balls are
hurting the most.  That seems to be the correlation anyway.  My balls still
ache but nowhere near as much.
   I wake Monday morning to the sound of Danielle running a bath.  I look
at the clock and see that it is an hour before my normal wake up time.  I
immediate close my eyes to go back to sleep.  However, I then remember my
weekend vacation with Danielle is over.  This week could end up being just
as bad as the prior one.  I'm not sure I can survive that.
   I don't know where I get the balls but I decide to make an escape
attempt.  Unknown to everyone, I've been creating an escape kit during the
past several days.  Unfortunately, there isn't much to it yet.  There is
just a roll of medical tape and some plastic food packaging.  It isn't much
but it should be enough to get me into the hallway.  With luck I will make
it another 20 yards to the main hall where the students will be roaming
around.  I will make the trip naked so they can clearly see I'm a boy.
   If I was more awake then I would probably talk myself out of this plan.
It isn't very well thought out and for all I know the students are already
aware there are boys attending here.  Though, I do find that a little
unlikely.  There is also the change that they might be too scared to tell
their parents about it.  Then there is the factor of the parents not
wanting to tarnish the school's name.  Yeah, it is a sucky plan.  But half
asleep it somehow seems like a good one.  The sad part is that this is
probably the best plan I've come up with in the past week or so.
   Still, my focus isn't where it should be.  I find myself thinking more
about what might happen this week if I don't escape and not enough about
the escape itself.  Or even more important, what will happen when I'm
caught.  Yes, I said "when".  Getting caught is a given.  It's the middle
of winter after all and I'm going to be naked.  I don't think I would want
to face the cold elements even if I had my school clothes on.
   Danielle's bath lasts about 20 minutes.  When he finally comes out I
close my eyes and pretend to be asleep.  He walks past the bed and on into
the hall.  I jump up and lift up the mattress where I have been hiding my
escape kit.  I grab the plastic and quickly push it under my collar where I
know the metal contacts are.  I then look out into the hall.
   My plan is to sprint down the hall right when Danielle opens the door.
I'm certain I can reach it right before it closes.  However, when I look
into the hall he isn't there.  Oh, shit!  Is he watching me in the
observation room?  Did he already make it out the door?  The plan is going
to shit very fast.
   I start to panic but then hear a noise in my other room.  Of course, he
is probably putting my clothes and plug in my bathroom.  He probably also
needs to touch up his makeup and hair.  I don't know how long I have so I
jump back into bed and pull the plastic from my collar.  I want to keep it
ready so I stash it under the covers.
   I lay there for another 20 minutes before I hear Danielle walking back
toward the hall.  I hear him walk into my room and next to the bed.  For an
instant I fear he has figured out what I'm up too.  However, he just gives
me a kiss on the forehead and starts walking away again.  The second he is
out the door I quickly replace the plastic and go to my door.  The hallway
is a long stretch but I can clearly hear the beeping as Danielle types in
his code.
   There is a short buzzing sound as the door unlocks.  I peak around the
corner and get ready to sprint.  However, right when I'm about to kick off
I see a large black hand grasp the door from the outside.  I almost pee
myself.
   There aren't too many blacks that work at the school.  Not that many
black students now that I think about it.  I'm pretty sure I know who this
hand belongs too.  The hand looks huge and is very high on the door.  There
is only one black man in this school that big... Ray.  He's a security
guard here and one big mother fucker.
   I chat with him often.  Or at least I did while I was janitor.  He
actually has a pretty interesting story also.  You would think a security
guard would be poor.  Ray is actually probably the richest employee in the
school.  He's even richer than the Dean.  He apparently inherited all of
his money from his parents.  He even has a younger sister who graduated
from here several years back.  Rumor has it he works at the school for
free. His only fee is being allowed to play with the kids from time to
time.
   While his story is interesting, the main reason I hung around him was in
hopes of someday seeing him in action.  I can only imagine how big his cock
must be and how a little 10 or 11-year-old would look trying to handle it.
I never got the chance though.  He always takes the kids into private rooms
when he plays with them.  I tried to peak at his cock a few times in the
bathrooms but the urinal partitions just don't allow it.  Not without
making it obvious anyway.  The closest I've come to seeing his dick is the
impression it makes under his pants.  He must be very virile because he
seemed to have a hard on every time I met with him.  While the impression
in his pants gives a good estimate it just isn't the same as seeing it
exposed.
   I debated a few times whether I should ask my sisters if they ever got
dicked by Ray.  However, I just couldn't think of a good way of asking
without it making me sound like I was interested in the guy in a gay kind
of way.
   I knew he had an office not far from this hall but it hadn't really
occurred to me that he might be one of the main guards for this secure area
   Ray holds the door open while Danielle easily ducks under his arm and
walks away.  As I watch this I can't decide what to do.  Should I run to
him and ask for help?  Should I run and get under my covers?  The first
option isn't very smart.  We seemed to be okay friends but he's a security
guard for goodness sake.  He has to know what is going on in here.  To
include what is going on with me.
   No, the second option is best.  However, I delay too long and he sees me
peaking down the hall.  He just raises his right index finger and shakes it
back and forth.  Then he turns and leaves, locking the door behind him. 
It's a small gesture but speaks volumes.  He obviously knew what I was up
too.
   Shit!  Shit!  Shit!  Shit!
   He knows I was trying to escape!  Then I remember the video camera. 
Shit!  He has video of it even!  I'm so screwed!
   I quickly remove the plastic from my collar and toss it in the trash
can. I also grab the roll of tape and do the same with it.  It is kind of
late now but at least this will show them that I might have learned my
lesson.  A punishment will still be required but maybe it will be a hand
spanking and not one with that nasty whip.  Plus, there is always that tiny
chance Ray won't report me... though I find that unlikely.
   I shiver under the covers in fear for the next 20 minutes until the
alarm goes off.  Going through my morning routine seems trivial right now,
but I quickly go about it.  If anything, it might help show them how sorry
I am for attempting escape.
   My enema, shower and makeup are all a blur.  All I can think about is
what is going to happen to me once the Dean finds out about my escape
attempt.
   As a minimum, I'm sure they will take away my food supply.  So, after
I'm all dolled up I go to the kitchenette with the intent to eat what
little food is left there.
   "That bitch!" I groan when I find the bread and cheese is missing.
   I don't really mean it.  Well, not really.  I'm upset with Danielle but
mainly I'm just taking my anxiety and frustrations out on him for me
getting caught earlier.
   At least he left the egg.  I haven't been that hungry lately and the egg
is probably enough to get me through the day.
   "Fuck!" I say much too loudly when I crack the egg open and find it is
raw.
   Could this day possibly get any worse?  Stupid question... of course it
can and probably will.
   I have the egg cracked in half... one half in my left hand and the other
half in my right.  I stare down in disgust as I debate whether I should eat
it or not.  I keep telling myself I don't want too.  However, the obvious
counter point is that I have to eat something and a raw egg is better than
dog food.  Yet, I don't want to eat a raw egg.  My mind goes back and forth
like this for over a minute.
   "Stop being a pussy and just fucking eat it!" the voice in my head
yells. "If Rocky can do this than you can."
   Okay, don't ask me how I got the gull to compare myself to Rocky.  Rocky
is about as manly as a man can get.  Me... well, I'm wearing fucking makeup
and a girl's school uniform.
   The yolk ended up within the shell in my right hand so I choose to eat
the left portion first.  I close my eyes tight and empty the half shell
into my mouth.  Oh, God!  This is even worse than I expected.  It takes all
my will power not to spit the foul substance out.  My brow and nose scrunch
up in disgust as I force myself to swallow.  Yeah, I'm definitely no Rocky.
   The egg is even more viscous than sperm.  However, just like sperm it
seems to stick to everything as it slithers down my throat.  God is it
disgusting.
   I tell myself that there is just no way I can eat the other half.  Not
with the yellow yolk in there.  I walk to the bathroom to flush it. 
However, before I dump it I remind myself it is still better than dog food.
Oh, God!  It is absolutely horrid as I swallow the second half.  I feel the
yellow yolk go straight to my stomach but the clear outer part leaves a
gooey trail behind just like the first half.
   I gag over the toilet for a moment but manage to keep the egg in my
belly.  My stomach feels much better once I drink some water from the
facet. I don't feel any of it in my mouth anymore but I still brush my
teeth again just to make sure.
   I almost pee myself when I enter the guest room and find the Dean
standing there.  I swallow hard when I see the doctor is there as well.
   "Time for your ET and BS," the Dean says with a smile.
   I forgot to ask Danielle about these acronyms and therefore still have
no clue what they mean.  The Dean says it though like I should already know
what they mean.  Normally this would piss me off but right now it is the
sweetest sound ever.  Like everything else, I'm sure I'm not going to enjoy
this.  However, it is something they already said they had planned for me.
Therefore, this is not a punishment for my escape attempt.  This means the
Dean either doesn't know about it yet or isn't that upset about it.  I know
I'm not off the hook yet, but as a minimum it is at least a short reprieve.
   "Disrobe and get on the bed," the doctor informs me.  "Remove the plug
also."
   I quickly comply.  With a possible pending punishment hovering over my
head, I have extra reason to please them today.  I do keep a close eye
though on the doctor and the instruments he is taking out of his bag.
   There is no piss or other tubes, so that is a good sign.  However, the
items he does bring out are things I've never seen before.  One item looks
like some kind of odd rod.  The length of it is only a half inch wide but
it has a large 2 inch metal ball on the end of it.  I already know this is
probably going up my asshole.  I just don't understand why.  I'm concerned
but not too much.  I know my hole can handle something that big.
   The second item concerns me a whole lot more.  It is a small half foot
square box with controls on it.  The doctor plugs it into the wall outlet
and it makes a low humming sound.  What really concerns me are the wires
coming out of it.  There are about a half dozen and the end of each wire is
what looks like a very thin needle.  Maybe this is a punishment after all.
   "She learns fast," the doctor chuckles when he sees I've already
positioned myself on the bed on my hands and knees with my ass pointed
toward him.
   "I've been meaning to talk to you about that," the Dean says.  "Are you
sure you haven't dosed her too much?  She seems way too... compliant."
   I blush as they talk about me like I'm a dog or something.  I'm assuming
they are talking about the estrogen or some other drug they have forced on
me.  Drugged or not, I'm still humiliated that they find me "too
compliant". However, it is a good indication they don't know about my
escape attempt yet.
   The doctor frowns at the Dean.  His face turns red with anger and for a
second I think he is going to take a swing at the larger man.
   "I assure you that her dosage is well regulated," he growls.  "Has it
ever occurred to you that maybe she just enjoys all of this?"
   The Dean just shrugs it off and motions for the doctor to continue with
my "treatment".
   My blush deepens when I hear the doctor suggest I might enjoy all of
this.  Sure, I've had a few insanely good climaxes but that doesn't mean I
enjoy or want to be doing any of this gay shit.  I want to yell this at
them but know better.  It won't change anything... other than maybe anger
them.
   The doctor gives me a thorough inspection.  I suspect this is just a
normal part of every treatment.  You know, first make sure everything is
okay before you do harm... that seems to be the main precept of medical
ethics in this place.
   "Are they sensitive?" he asks as he rubs his finger lightly over my left
nipple.
   "Yes, sir," I barely whisper.
   "Speak up," the doctor says as he gives the nipple a hard pinch.
   "Yes, sir!" I yell out in pain.  "They are very sensitive, sir!"
   "She needs to work on her pain tolerance," the doctor says to the Dean.
"Maybe she needs specialized training in this area."
   "Nice try, doc," the Dean chuckles.  "She will get to choose just like
all the other girls."
   "But, not all the other girls get to choose," the doctor points out.
   I'm guessing that they are talking about me choosing a mentor.  It is
the only thing that makes sense in this context anyway.  I'm not sure, but
I think the doctor just asked for that choice to be taken away from me; for
him to be assigned by the Dean as my mentor.
   I'm glad the request is denied.  However, it does confuse me.  If the
Dean has this power then why doesn't he just assign himself?  My only guess
is that he needs parental consent to deviate from the normal school
protocol.  Such a strict rule seems silly considering the nature of the
topic.  It seems to put way too much power into the hands of the student
and parent; which is odd for this place.  I'm guessing rule was put there
by the school board and not the Dean.  You don't see me complaining.
   The Dean ignores the doctor's last comment.  However, the doctor stares
him down.
   "Okay, I will talk to her father about it," the Dean relents.
   I swallow hard when I hear this.  I pray that the Dean is just following
through with this request in order to please the doctor and not because he
thinks my father might actually consent to it.  Daddy, please don't
consent! I am already 99 percent sure I don't want the doctor as my mentor.
Who would?
   The doctor continues with his examination.  He fiddles with my nuts,
asshole and clit.  He also asks various questions about how they feel.  I
am a bit surprised though when he asks about my appetite.  Specifically, he
asks if I have had a loss of appetite recently.  I confirm that I have. 
I'm always a little hungry but nothing like I should be.  Not considering
how little I get to eat each day.
   "Good... good," he mumbles.
   Good!?  How is a loss of appetite good?  I can only guess it is a normal
side effect of what they are giving me.  I fear though that at this rate I
will lose a lot of weight and become rather frail in a matter of weeks.
   "She is ready for a bigger plug," the doctor says as he inspects my
hole.
   "I want you to start using a number 3, Janice," the Dean tells me.
   "A two!" the doctor quickly interrupts.  "You can take her up to a three
in a week or two maybe."
   The doctor really confuses me sometimes.  He doesn't seem to like me and
clearly enjoys causing me pain, yet I've seen him often jump to my defense.
I would write it off as part of his oath as a doctor.  However, I doubt
that is the case.  He only seems to do it around the Dean.
   I think this is more about some kind of rivalry going on between the
two. It does make a lot of sense.  They both seem to have their own level
of power.  Plus, they are both similar in how sadistic they can be.  You
would think they would be the best of friends.  However, there is one
obvious difference that puts a wedge between them... that being their manly
hood.  It sounds immature but it makes sense... at least to me.  The Dean
is a big man and has a huge manly cock.  However, the doctor is much
smaller and can't even get hard.  I can easily see the Dean inadvertently,
if not purposefully, rubbing this fact in the doctor's face.  And I
certainly can understand why the doctor would resent him for it.
   My attention quickly returns to the doctor when I see him pull my cock
cage's special screwdriver out of his pocket.  I don't get my hopes up too
high though.  I remember what happened the last time he removed it.
   "I need to remove your cage for your treatment," he informs me.  "I
can't have you squirting all over the place though.  So, do you want me to
milk you first or..."
   He pauses for a second as he reaches into his bag and pulls out a
hypodermic needle.
   "Please milk me, sir!" I quickly beg before he can complete his
sentence.
   My quick response gets a chuckle out of both of them.  I don't care;
anything to avoid that damn needle.  Hell, I don't even know what milking
me means.  I can't imagine it could possibly be worse.  With the Dean here
I'm sure the shot would have been in one of my nuts like they have been
threatening to do for some time now.
   I watch as the doctor puts the needle away.  He then grabs the rod with
the metal ball on the end.  He brings it to my mouth.  I know what he wants
and quickly start licking it.  It clearly is going in my asshole next so I
make sure it gets plenty of slobber.  As I lube it I notice something I
missed before.  The bottom end of the rod has a wire extending from it
about two feet.  At the end of that wire is a metal alligator clip.  I
remember the clothes pins from yesterday and pray that he doesn't plan to
clip that on my nut sack.
   "Clip it to his nuts," the Dean says as though reading my mind.
   I get ready to bolt from the bed.  I know how hard alligator clips can
pinch.  There is no way I could bear that kind of pain.
   "His pain tolerance is way too low for that," the doctor says in an
almost sarcastic tone.
   The doctor's message is pretty clear to even me.  If the Dean wants to
get medical clearance for extremely painful procedures/training then he is
going to have to ensure the doctor becomes my mentor.
   For now, the decision seems to be out of both of their hands.  It is for
my father and/or I to decide.  The Dean and the doctor's little rivalry
though works to my benefit... this time.  Instead of clamping my nut sack
the doctor clamps it to my metal cock cage.  I still don't understand the
clamp's purpose but at least I'm spared some pain.
   "Oh!" I groan as the large metal ball pops past my anal ring.
   The metal ball at the end of the rod is cold and hard... even harder
than my plug.  It isn't that bad though once it is past my ass ring.  It
just feels a little odd is all.
   As the doctor works the ball around inside me, the Dean walks over and
sits on the bed just a couple feet in front of my face.  I try to look down
but he puts his index finger under my chin and lifts until I'm looking him
in the eye.
   "Oh!" I moan with pleasure.
   "I think you found his clit," the Dean chuckles.
   Do they plan to rub my clit until the cum pours out?  I guess it does
kind of meet the concept of "milking".  I blush but don't dare try to turn
away from the Dean's evil stare.
   "Now be a good girl for daddy and try to hold your place," the Dean
orders as he puts his large right hand on my left shoulder.
   "AW!" I scream a second later when a bolt of lightning fires into my
clit.
   I instinctively try to escape by jumping forward but the Dean's hand
holds me in place.
   What the fuck was that?!  The lightning bolt shot through my clit,
across my taint and up my dick.  It was extremely unpleasant.
   "AW!" I scream again when another jolt fires through me.
   This time, however, it is followed by spasms deep inside me.  The spasms
are mixed with pain but I immediately recognize them.
   "I'm going to make a mess, sir!" I quickly warn them.
   They just chuckle as my hips hump at the air and cum starts firing out
the end of my cock cage.  This climax obviously feels odd, but it seems a
lot closer to a "real" climax than the ones I have when Danielle fucks my
hole.  I will take those climaxes any day over this one though.  This one
is way too scary to be fully enjoyed.
   "You better give her a couple more just to make sure you got it all,"
the Dean says as he looks directly in my eyes.
   I can't imagine there being anything left inside me.  I expect the
doctor to counter the order.
   "Maybe you are right," the doctor says after a moment.  "She is a bit of
a slut."
   So much for consistency.  I suspect the desire to shock me a couple more
times has overridden the doctor's hatred for the Dean.
   "AW!" I scream after each of the two shocks.  Nothing else shoots out
though.
   "Clean," the Dean orders once the doctor removes the device from my cage
and asshole.
   I'm about to turn around to lick the bed sheets but I see the Dean is
holding a paper plate in his hand.  The plate has a large quantity of cum
on it.  The doctor must have snuck it under me in order to collect all my
ejaculate.
   I cringe in disgust as the Dean runs his index and middle fingers across
the mess.  How can he do something so disgusting?  Who am I to talk, I'm
about to lick those fingers clean.  He brings them to my lips and I do
exactly that.  Or at least I try too.  Before I can give them a good lick
he pushes them past my lips and into my mouth.  God I wish I had the balls
to bite his fingers.  It would teach the mother fucker a much needed
lesson. Of course I don't.  I just close my lips around them and suck and
lick.
   He pulls his fingers out and I close my lips and swallow.  He continues
my feeding until every drop is cleaned off the plate.  It is so humiliating
that my face is beat red and I'm crying by the time he finishes.
   "Roll over," the doctor orders once the Dean pulls away.
   When I roll over I discover my cage is no longer on me.  My cleanup duty
was so humiliating that I hadn't even noticed the doctor remove it.  I
quickly discover though that my cleanup isn't complete yet.  The doctor's
gloved hand is holding both halves of my cage out to me.  I can easily see
that the inside of each piece is coated with my jizz.  I reluctantly take
them from him and lick them clean.  It is humiliating but not as bad as
licking it from the Dean's fingers.
   "Hand," the doctor orders.
   He is on my right side so I reach out to him with my right hand.  He
takes it and then locks it in place using the leather cuff that is chained
to that side of the bed.  The Dean is standing to my left and just snaps
his fingers.  I don't want to give him my left hand but I have no choice. A
moment later and it is cuffed as well.  I'm now almost completely helpless.
Not like I wasn't already.  I get really concerned when they spread my legs
wide and bind my ankles as well.
   "You have no idea how long I have waited for this moment," the Dean
whispers to me as he sits next to me on the bed.
   He then starts running his fingertips back and forth across the hair
stubble on my groin.  As he does this I notice the doctor moving the metal
box further down the bed near my right hip.  I really start to sweat when I
see this.
   "Please don't," I beg.
   I don't even know what they plan to do.  All I know is that electricity
plus needles plus groin does not equal anything good.
   "Janice, do you know what electrolysis is?" the doctor asks in a
surprisingly professional manner as he puts on some odd looking glasses.
   "No, sir," I say as I try to stop my tears.
   The truth is that the term sounds familiar but I have no clue what it
is. All I know is that ET must stand for electrolysis treatment.
   "Have you ever noticed how some of the girls in the school never seem to
have hair under their arms or on their pussy?" the doctor asks but
continues before I can reply.  "Well, that is because their daddies don't
like them to have hair there.  Some shave it off.  However, some daddies
have me use this device on their girls instead.  This device fixes it so
that hair never grows there again.  Your daddy has had me use this on all
his other girls and has given me permission to use it on you as well."
   "Please don't, sir," I start begging in panic.
   As I beg I also struggle against my bonds.  Like last time, they don't
budge an inch.  And like last time, my begging accomplishes nothing.  I
figured as much but I can't help but beg anyway.  There is always that one
in a billion chance they might have mercy on me.
   "Do his nuts first," the Dean says with a grin.
   The doctor frowns but doesn't say anything.  I think he is looking
forward to this also.  He uses his left hand to grab hold of my nut sack
and grabs one of the wire leads with the right.  I start to struggle more
as the needle heads for my nuts.
   "Please!" I beg.  "I'll be a good girl!  I swear I will!"
   I then proceed to offer them every sexual act I can think of.  They just
patiently listen to me beg... smiling the entire time.  The things I offer
them would make a five dollar whore blush.  I go on for almost 3 minutes
before I run out of things to offer.
   "Shhh," the Dean finally whispers.  "You will get the chance to do all
those naughty things in good time.  Right now we need to take care of this.
Now settle down or those needles are going to dig much deeper than
necessary."
   I keep struggling anyway.  The doctor gives me a moment and then starts
to get impatient.
   "Have it your way," the doctor says as he brings the needle down toward
my balls.
   "No!  No!  No!" I beg.
   I'm still panicking but my body goes stiff when the needle gets close.
The last thing I want is that needle going deep in one of my nuts.
   "Quiet down," the doctor growls as he looks closely at my sack through
his odd glasses.  "It's not going to be that bad.  You probably won't even
feel the needle.  I just push it into the follicle, give it a little jolt
of electricity and then pluck the hair out with some tweezers."
   I'm sure that sounds rational to someone in the room but it doesn't to
me.  All I get from that is that he plans to stick a needle into my nut
sack and shock me with it.  Oh, and then pluck my nut hairs out one by one.
   "Oh!" I let out when I feel a very brief sting on my nut sack.
   My outburst is pretty loud but it really didn't hurt that bad.  Well,
not compared to what I expected.  The Dean holds his hand out and the
doctor drops the hair into the Dean's palm.  The Dean delicately transports
it to in front of my face.  He manages to pinch it with his fingers and
shows it to me.
   "One down, about a thousand to go," he informs me.
   He then has me open my mouth so he can drop the hair inside.  There is
no taste or anything of course... just humiliation.
   I calm down a lot after this first hair.  It clearly isn't as painful as
it sounded.  This allows the doctor to really get to work.  He starts using
all the needles and doing half a dozen hairs at a time.  This stings a lot
more but it's still bearable.  The worst part becomes the humiliation of
the Dean feeding the hairs to me.
   As I calm down my mind starts to focus again.  It then hits me exactly
what is happening.  They are permanently removing my hair!  I was so
focused on the pain earlier that this hadn't fully set in.  Of my God! 
They are really doing it!  I can't believe my father approved this.  My
manly pubs had just started growing not long ago and now I'll never have
hair down there again!
   I know that struggling and begging won't do me any good.  So, I do the
only thing I can.  I cry.
   The procedure lasts what seems an eternity.  At least two hours... maybe
more.  I actually start to get rather bored by the half way mark.  The
doctor and the Dean though don't waver in their fascination with the task.
This surprises me considering how tedious it seems.  I would think they had
better things to do with their time.
   It is clear that this is some kind of sexual fetish for both of them. 
The doctor shows this via his attention to detail.  The Dean shows it via
the huge bulge in his pants.  I suspect the Dean would have shot his load
down my throat a dozen times during the procedure had the doctor not been
there.
   I start crying again when they finally announce they are done.  It's
just hard dealing with the fact that I won't have hair there ever again. 
The last pubic hair I will ever grow is now tucked away in my belly.
   The Dean undoes my wrists as the doctor puts the machine away.  They
either plan to do my underarms some other day or simply forgot.  I'm not
about to remind them.
   As my wrists come free I sit up.  I don't want to look at their handy
work but I just can't stop myself.  When I look down I'm a bit disturbed.
It's smooth like Danielle's but it is all red.  It looks like I have a
thousand little insect bites.  Clearly this will go away with time.  I'm
sure Danielle has had this treatment and his public area is as smooth and
clean as a baby's.  This last thought makes me start crying again.  I feel
like I've lost the last of my manhood.
   "It obviously wasn't that bad," the Dean chuckles as he grabs my hard
dick.  "Stop being such a crybaby."
   I'm mortified that I could be so hard at a time like this.  I know it is
the cage's fault, but still you would think my cock would exercise at least
a moment of silence in respect to his fallen comrades.
   My hand reaches out on its own and grabs hold of the Dean's.  I'm
ashamed to say that I'm not trying to pull his hand away but making sure it
stays in place.  It feels so good to be hard again.  I also know it will
feel SOOO good to climax like normal as well.
   "She's a slutty one," the doctor says as I start to hump up at the
Dean's hand.
   Right when I think I'm building to a climax the Dean pulls away.  I moan
in disappointment and then reach down with my own hands.
   "Ah!" the Dean growls.  "Be a good girl now and settle down!"
   I have to clasp my hands together in front of me to keep from reaching
down.  I was getting so fucking close!  I need that cum so badly!
   "You might want to zap him a few more times before you do the BS," the
Dean informs the doctor.
   The doctor doesn't say anything.  He just grabs the electric rod.  He
doesn't bring it to my lips this time.  He just rotates it around in the
pool of precum that is sitting on my tummy.  A second later and I feel the
large round end of it pop into my hole.  A few seconds after that and I
feel it rubbing against my ass clit.
   "OW!" I yell in pain when the doctor suddenly attaches the alligator
clip to my nut sack.
   This I was not expecting... especially after what he said about my pain
tolerance earlier.  My only guess as to why he did it this time is because
it was his idea and not the Dean suggesting it.
   I try to reach forward but the Dean grabs my hands and holds them
together in his vice like grip.  I can do nothing but stare down in horror.
   "Oh!" I let out when the familiar bolt of lightning stimulates my ass
clit.
   My hard dick pulses up and down but nothing comes out.
   "Oh!" I let out again when the second bolt hits.
   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" I groan in a sick kind of pleasure as my dick starts
shooting cum out all over my belly.
   This climax feels even more like a normal one.  Only I'm in too much
pain to really enjoy it.
   "OH!" I yell again as the doctor removes the alligator clip.
   The whole ordeal takes less than two minutes and leaves my mind spinning
in a sea of confused pain and pleasure.
   A moment later humiliation is added as the Dean uses his fingers to feed
me my cum once more.
   As the Dean feeds me the doctor puts my cage back on and then pulls
another box out of his bag of tricks.  Haven't I had enough today?!  I'm
still conscious and breathing so I guess not.
   The box is about 5 inches tall and wide but at least a foot and a half
long.  How does the doctor fits all this shit in his medical bag?  I mean,
it's a big medical bag but surely he keeps actually medical supplies in
there also.
   The box looks fancy and expensive which tells me that whatever is inside
it probably is well crafted also.  That said, the box also looks old.  You
can tell by all the scrapes on it that it has been carried around in the
doctor's bag for many years.
   I'm relieved a little in knowing that this treatment wasn't designed
just for me.  That many students have probably endured it in the past.  If
they survived it then I probably can also.
   Butterflies start doing the tango in my stomach with all the sperm as
the doctor lays the box down next to me and begins to unfasten it.  I'm
licking the last of my cum off the Dean's fingers as the box finally opens.
What I see inside... well, I don't know what it is.
   There is a series of what look to be stainless steel rings, each
separated by a thin partition.  They all look to be about 4 inches in
diameter.  However, each one is slightly longer than the prior.  The first
one is a half inch long.  The next is 1 inch.  Each following one is a half
inch longer than the prior.  There are 8 total making the final one 4
inches in length.  Well, there would be 8 of them but two are missing.  The
2.5 and 3 inch ones are gone.  I have to assume they are lost or being used
by someone else.
   "Two incher?" the Dean asks.
   "We will be lucky to fit a one inch one," the doctor replies.
   As the doctor says this he is tugging on my nut sack for some reason. 
Like this somehow demonstrates his point.
   The doctor reaches down and gently pulls out the one inch long ring.  I
expect wires, needles or something to be attached to it.  However, it looks
surprisingly plain and benign.  It's just a simple round metal ring.  It's
one inch long, four inches wide with a 1 to 1.5 inch hole in the center.
   The doctor turns it in his hand and I note there are a few holes in the
side of it.  I get a very bad feeling when I see the doctor pull out the
special cock cage screwdriver again.  This plus the way the doctor tugged
my balls earlier gives me a good idea where this metal ring might be going.
For the life of me though I just can't imagine why.  Well, other than to
cause me pain.
   The doctor undoes two screws and the thick metal ring splits in half.
   "Please!" I beg when the doctor lowers the two halves toward my groin.
"I'll be a good girl!"
   I know I'm just repeating the same pleas as earlier but what else do
they want?  I'm promising them exactly what they want from me... so why
don't they stop?
   "It's okay... daddy has you," the Dean says as he puts his right arm
around my shoulder.  "We are just going to stretch your balls a little."
   I start to beg and tell them how bad my nuts hurt, but the Dean just
sticks two fingers in my mouth to shut me up.
   "Mmm!" I scream around the Dean's fingers as the doctor's gloved hand
tugs hard on my nuts.
   A second later I feel cold steel encase my sack underneath my nuts.  I
continue to groan as the doctor carefully fastens the two halves back
together.  Finally he leans back and I see my poor nut sack wrapped in
their girdle of steel... my two large nuts bulging out the bottom of the
ring like a large grotesque balloon.
   The Dean removes his fingers from my mouth but I don't say anything. 
I'm too busy taking quick shallow breaths to help deal with the pain.  My
balls feel like someone is squeezing them.  It is very uncomfortable and
makes me feel a little nauseous.
   The Dean reaches down and lightly runs the tip of his index finger
across my balls.  Even this gentle touch causes the pain to increase.
   "Pl...please, sir!" I beg.  "I'll..."
   "It's okay sugar.  I know you will be a good girl for us," the Dean
interrupts.  "That's what all of this is for."
   It takes a few minutes but the pain finally subsides somewhat.  I'm left
with just a kind of throbbing sensation coming from my nuts.  As I settle
down the door opens and Drew walks in.  The timing is too good for it to be
an accident.  I'm certain she was watching from the observation room.  I
blush when I realize there might be several others in there watching me. 
My dad might even be in there.
   The doctor proceeds to give Drew a slew of instructions on how to treat
the red dots on my groin.  He also tells her how often to inspect the ball
weight and how often to remove it and for how long.
   Drew doesn't seem to be paying much attention.  I'm guessing she has
already dealt with this many times in the past.  Or at least I hope so.
   "No more panties for you little girl until your BS is complete," the
doctor says as he picks up my pink panties.
   The Dean gives an angry look as the doctor drops the panties into his
medical bag.  It is clear the Dean wanted them as some kind of trophy.  He
doesn't say anything though.
   The doctor is the first to leave.  Surprisingly, the Dean leaves as
well. He has been hard for the past few hours and I thought for sure he
would stay and make me suck him or something.  I feel sorry for whatever
little girl or boy he decides to take his lust out on, but at least it
isn't me.
   This leaves just Drew in the room.  She removes the ankle cuffs and then
sits next to me on the bed.  She holds her arms out to me.  I'm already
sitting up and quickly go into her arms.  It feels so warm and secure as
she holds me tight.  She gently rocks me back and forth as I cry.  I feel
so utterly sad and hopeless.  My pubes are now gone forever and my balls
are being stretched.  I cry over this and much more.
   My two trainers have been pretty distant in the past week.  In fact,
I've barely even seen them.  Though, I'm certain they are really the ones
running the show in the background.  Drew makes up for all this distant
nature by this one simple hug.  God, I needed this hug so bad.
   She patiently holds me for at least 15 minutes until my tears finally
slow down.  When I finally back away I see the huge wet spot on her white
shirt.  I fear a punishment is coming for it but she just looks down and
laughs it off.  I giggle as well.  I don't know why I'm giggling, other
than it feels good to do so.
   I bite my lower lips as Drew unbuttons her shirt and removes it.  I've
yet to do anything sexual with Drew and the thought is very welcomed right
now.  Being with a girl right now would make me feel like a man again.  I
need that so much.  My cage prevents me from fucking her of course, but I
could still lick her pussy.  Hell, just drinking her pee would make me feel
more manly right now.
   "Go hang this in the bathroom to dry," she says as she hands me the
shirt.
   I carefully take it from her and slide out of the bed.
   "Oh!" I yell as gravity grabs hold of my ball weight and tugs down.
   The pain drops me to my knees before I can get control of my body. 
Somehow I manage to keep the shirt from touching the floor.  I know the
floor is clean but it would show disrespect to Drew to let it touch.  I do
use one of my hands though to grab hold of my weight.
   "No!" Drew growls from the bed.  "You are never to touch your weight! 
Not ever!"
   Her voice is so demanding that I comply before even thinking about it.
   "Owie!  Owie!  Owie!" I groan as gravity takes hold of the weight again.
   My hand keeps lowering toward my groin and I have to keep commanding it
to stay away.  I kneel there panting for at least a minute before the pain
subsides a little.  I delicately stand back up.
   "Oh," I groan as I take a step toward the bathroom.
   The bathtub is only about 10 feet away from my current position but it
looks like a mile.  Very slowly I walk bowlegged to the tub.  It takes me
two minutes to close the short distance.  I grab my three clothespins and
slowly climb up on the tub so I can hang Drew's shirt.
   "Oh!" I grunt in surprise when I feel fingers touching my sore nuts.
   I almost lose my balance but Drew is there to hold me steady.  She holds
me there long after I'm done pinning her shirt up.  She runs her hands up
and down my body.  Some of it actually feels real good and yummy.  However,
she spends most of her time tweaking my nipples and toying with my sore
nuts.
   "Seeing your nuts like this really turns me on," Drew whispers.  "I
could just eat you up."
   Then, she does something very wild.  She kneels down and gently licks my
nuts.  There is discomfort just like when she touches them with her
fingers, but there is also pleasure from the thought of what she is doing.
She licks back and forth on them for over a minute.  They are dripping wet
by the time she is done.
   She doesn't move her face away though.  Instead she angles her head and
starts licking my taint.  It is an odd, yet pleasant feeling.
   "Oh!" I let out in surprise as she pulls the cheeks of my ass apart with
her hands.
   I groan again as her tongue slowly slithers across my taint and into the
crack of my ass.
   "Mmm," I moan in pleasure as it reaches my hole.
   God, does that feel good!  She flicks her tongue around on the outside
for over a minute before she pushes it inside.  I've seen girls at the
school do this to teachers on occasion, but this is the first time I've had
it done to me.  It's not like I never had the opportunity to experience it.
I just felt it was too gay; even if it was a girl doing it.  My perspective
on the subject is vastly different now.  The pleasure is so great that I
can't help but push my ass back against Drew's face.
   As Drew munches on my asshole I feel a part of me fall in love with her.
I know it's not a true love.  Nor is it something I wish to feel for one of
my trainers.  However, I just can't help it.  This is a huge sacrifice Drew
is making for me.  She does not have to take such a submissive role. 
However, my dominant position makes me feel manly once more.  I think she
realizes this is what I need right now in order to maintain my sanity.
   "Would you like me to make love to you?" Drew whispers as she pulls away
and slowly kisses her way up my back.
   "Yes!" I almost scream.
   She picks me up off the tub with one hand under my knees and the other
behind my back.  I'm amazed at her strength as she easily carries me out of
the bathroom... my ball weight painfully swinging below me.
   She lays me on the bed and her body quickly follows.  We embrace and
start kissing deeply as she kneels over me.  Her kisses feel loving just
like when Danielle kisses me.  However, these kisses are even better
because they are coming from a girl.  No, not a girl... a woman.  I'm
kissing a woman!  It dawns on me that this is a wonderful first for me. 
All the other girls I've kissed in the past have been just that... young
girls.  I never thought kissing a fully grown woman would be any different,
but it is.  This is someone old enough to know what they really want.  And
right now that is me.  This makes me feel extra special.
   Our kisses are eager and passionate as we try to devour each other.  I
want to give her more pleasure so I reach down with my hand.  She pushes it
away though.  She won't even let me rub my leg between hers.  I guess I am
moving a bit fast.  But it is not like these are normal circumstances.  It
quickly dawns on me though that she is just teasing me.  She is trying to
build up my desire for her pussy.  It's working also.  I know she probably
wants me to do something very nasty to her cunt.  Probably lick her to
climax and suck her cum down my throat.  Maybe even drink her pee.  I don't
care.  Anything to make her feel as good as she is currently making me
feel.
   We kiss like this for a long time before she finally sits up.  My mouth
waters as she slowly undoes her bra and pulls it away from her body.  Her
breasts look like they are maybe a C-cup and they are perfect.  She tosses
her bra to the floor and then leans in until her left nipple is over my
mouth.  I eagerly close my lips around it and start sucking.  A teacher had
me nibble on a 7-year-old's nipples about three weeks ago, but other than
that I've never had any experience at this.  I'm more of an ass man than a
breast one.
   Unlike with the little girl, I make sure my teeth stay clear of Drew's
nipples.  I don't want to spoil our special moment.  I suck on them gently
with my lips and flick my tongue around the nipple.  Drew moans with
pleasure and I feel proud and happy.  I thank my water bowl for training my
tongue so well.
   I nurse on her nipple for at least 5 minutes before it pulls away with a
pop.  She lowers her head over my chest and starts sucking on my left
nipple in the same way I had done to hers.  The nipple is extra sensitive
but it feels good at the same time.  I nibble on my lower lip as she licks
and sucks at it.  In addition to repeating what I did to her, Drew also
gently nibbles with her teeth and shows me a few other tricks.
   She does this for a couple minutes and then leans back up so she can
feed me her other breast.  I get significantly more moans of pleasure from
her as I duplicate everything she just taught me.
   "Will you... lick me down there?" Drew asks almost shyly.
   We both know she can make me do this whether I agree to or not. 
However, it makes me feel good that she asks first.
   "Yes," I eagerly reply.
   Casey's pussy had tasted okay but I wouldn't say I loved or even really
liked the flavor.  However, I so much want to please Drew right now.  So
much so that I don't care what it tastes like.
   Drew sits up on her knees.  Her lower garment looks exactly like my
school skirt does only Drew's is a dress and goes all the way to her knees.
I get even more excited as she reaches underneath it.  A second later I see
her hand come back out, pulling her white panties along with it.  She
shuffles a little as she works them down her legs and then off.  She tosses
them to the floor with her bra and turns her attention back to me.
   She has me sit up straight.  She then stands up on the bed.  Everything
suddenly goes dark as she flips her dress over my head.  It's wild how sexy
this feels.  I bring my hands underneath and search out her sex.  My hands
find her rump first.  I gently caress it.  When I move toward her pussy
though I find it is being protected by her hand.  You would think this
would piss me off or ruin the mood but it doesn't.  It just drives my
desire even higher.  It is amazing how a little age can so vastly improve a
girl's love making.  Not that I ever made "love" to a young girl before. 
For them it always felt like plain old sex.  Not that I ever complained.  I
just never realized what I was missing out on.  I am quickly discovering
that now though.
   That said, it does confuse me a little as to why she put my head under
here if she isn't going to let me lick her pussy.  My face turns red in
embarrassment when I remember what she did to me in the bathroom.  She
wants me to lick her asshole.  I'm desperate to please her, but I'm not so
sure about this.
   I lean up and kiss her ass cheeks a few times.  I know it isn't what she
wants but it at least buys me some time to decide whether I can actually go
through with it or not.  The kissing doesn't seem that bad so I stick my
tongue out and lick the cheeks.  I even lick toward her crack.  Before I
know it I'm starting to dart my tongue into the crack occasionally.  There
are no foul smells or flavors so I become even more energetic.
   I run my tongue back and forth in her crack for over a minute before I
finally reach up with my hands so I can part her cheeks.  This gives me
much better access.  A thrill shoots through me as my tongue runs across
the bottom of her crack for the first time.  This is so depraved.  It is
also very disgusting but in a weird good kind of way.  I get an extra
thrill when my tongue runs across her puckered little butthole for the
first time.
   I cautiously bring my tongue back into my mouth and discover the flavor
isn't bad.  In fact, it tastes a little like sweet strawberries.  It dawns
on me that she probably cleaned and prepped her asshole with flavoring just
for me.  This turns me on for some reason.  It also makes me feel special
that she went to so much planning and trouble just for me.
   I stick my tongue back out and attack her rosebud with more energy.
   "Oh!" Drew moans in pleasure.
   Her moans make me want to go even further.  I make my tongue go hard and
then I slowly push it into her hole.  I'm rewarded with even louder moans.
It isn't long and I'm fucking her asshole with my tongue and lapping at it.
I even pucker my lips to it from time to time and give it little smooches.
I know what I'm doing is perverse and disgusting but all of that doesn't
matter.  This is Drew and my special moment together.
   Like all good things though, it eventually comes to an end.  She is
moving and angling herself so I can finally feast on her pussy.  My tongue
leaves her asshole and slowly works across her taint and toward her pussy.
I run into her hand again but it slowly move out of the way this time.
   It is dark under the dress and my angle is weird, but it quickly becomes
apparent that something just isn't right.  There is too much... well, bulk.
   "No!" I groan and try to pull away when I realize I'm licking as set of
large balls.
   Drew is a man!  My initial reaction of course is utter shock.  Then
comes the utter disgust as I remember everything I just did with him.  I
kissed him, sucked his nipples... oh, God, I ate his asshole!  I gag and
feel like throwing up.  I probably would but my stomach is pretty empty
right now.
   I struggle to get out from under the dress but Drew's strong arms hold
me in place.
   "Be a good girl now," Drew growls from above.
   Her command is enough to make me stop my struggles.  However, it takes
me a minute to get the courage to start licking his balls again.  It's very
revolting but nothing I haven't done before.  The main thing I have trouble
coping with is the fact that Drew is a dude and not a girl like I had
assumed.  You know what happens when you "assume".  You end up making out
with a dude and eating his ass.  Okay, that isn't the right saying but it's
what happened.
   I lick and suck at Drew's ball sack for several minutes.  He doesn't
order me to move on to his dick and I'm not about to volunteer.  As I suck
his balls I notice they hang down even further than Danielle's.  I'm
guessing this is a result of ball stretching like what I'm undergoing.  I
can only imagine how many months Drew has endured this procedure in order
to get his ball sack to stretch so far.
   If I had to guess I would say he could handle the 4 inch weight.  Will
they keep stretching me until I can accommodate the same?  I'm not so hot
on the idea of such a modification to my body.  To have my balls hanging
down so far and flapping about... it's horrible.  Of course, it is not any
worse than losing my pubic hair forever.
   While I don't volunteer to advance to his cock, I do try my best to
please his balls.  I kiss and lick them.  I also suck them into my mouth
one at a time.  I try to get both in but his nuts are just too big for
that.
   At least 7 or 8 minutes goes by before he finally lifts his dress off my
head and steps away.  He steps off the bed and removes the rest of his
clothes.  My eyes immediately go to his cock.  It's a little longer than
Danielle's... maybe 8 inches long and 1.5 inches thick.  At the same time I
note that he is just as bald down there as Danielle.  Well, just as bald as
me now also I guess.
   The next thing I look at is his balls.  Each look to be at least the
size of an egg.  What fascinates me most though is how low they hang.  Now
that I can see them I can tell he could definitely handle the 4" weight. 
They don't necessarily look hideous or anything, just a little out of the
ordinary.
   I conclude that it doesn't look all that bad.  Certainly something I
could easily live with if I had too.  I'm just not sure I am going to be
able to survive the BS treatment itself.  This 1 inch weight already feels
like I'm hanging a truck from my nuts.  The longer ones not only will
stretch the nuts further out but obviously weight much more also.
   "Do you want me to fuck your pussy?" Drew asks as the last of his
clothes hit the floor.
   "Yes... ma'am," I whisper.
   My instinct is to call him a "sir" but I'm certain Drew would take
offense.  Just like I'm sure he would take offense had I said "no" to his
question.  The way I see it, if I give my ass up then he might spare my
throat.  Regardless, I'm going to get dicked so I might as well try to
govern how.
   Drew licks his lips and gives me this very animal like seductive look.
   "I'm going to fuck you so hard!"
   He doesn't say it with words but I can read it in his face.
   While Drew is in the mood, I'm very far from it.  At least with Danielle
I was excited about draining my nuts... even if I was disgusted with how we
were going about it.  Thanks to the doctor, my nuts are pretty empty right
now.  That leaves me with just the disgust.  A small part of me is also
somewhat disappointed that my first real time with a fully grown man would
be... well, a sissy.
   Don't take that the wrong way.  In no way do I want to have sex with any
man.  I guess I just got this mental image of what type of man would end up
riding me for the first time.  He would be big and strong and smell all
musky like.  He would hold me down and take my hole without mercy.  I never
envisioned it would be some dainty guy that wears a dress and smells like
rose petals.  The thought of taking Drew's sissy sperm in my hole is
revolting and a rather disappointment... in a weird kind of way.
   I'm sure this sounds silly considering what Danielle and I have done
already.  And yes, I came a lot on the end of Danielle's dick.  However,
that is different.  Danielle is just a young boy like me.  Sure, he's a
sissy and even has small breasts, but he is only 14.  Even if he was a
normal boy you wouldn't expect him to be big and manly.  That isn't true
for someone as old as Drew.
   "Hands and knees," Drew orders as he climbs back into the bed.
   Despite how disgusting it is, I still want to please Drew.  He is one of
my trainers after all.  My trainers haven't done all that much with me
directly so far but I'm certain they have a ton of say in what others do to
me.  Quickly obeying this simple order though is a lot harder than you
might think.  Especially with this large weight attached to my nuts.
   It takes me almost a minute to gingerly move into position.  Each little
movement hurts my poor nuts and my hands keep moving to protect them. 
Thankfully, I manage to stop my hands before they reach the weight.  Drew
seemed extremely sincere about his earlier warning about not touching the
weight.  The weight is extremely unpleasant which tells me the punishment
for trying to relieve that discomfort would have to be considerably worse.
   "Lube it!" Drew orders as he kneels next to my head.
   I gather as much saliva in my mouth as possible and generously apply it
to his cock using my tongue and lips.  Thankfully, he doesn't ask me to
deep throat him.  He looks to be less than an inch longer than Danielle but
I'm certain that inch makes a lot of difference when throating a dick.  I
certainly don't want to test that theory.
   Lubing him is humiliating but it is nothing compared to what I know is
coming next.  Sure enough, once his dick is dripping wet he moves around to
my backside.  My skin crawls with revulsion as I feel him spit on my hole.
God, is that disgusting!
   "Oh!" I groan as his dick slowly slides inside.
   I'm surprised at how similar his cock feels to that of Danielle's.  Drew
is circumcised, unlike Danielle.  They are very similar in size though.  I
guess it makes sense they would feel the same.
   While they do feel similar physically, mentally they are completely
different.  Maybe it was just because my nuts were so full of cum, but with
Danielle it seemed more... I guess special.  You know, kind of like we were
sharing something.  I don't feel that at all with Drew.
   "Oh!  Shit!" I yell out in pain when Drew pulls most of the way out and
slams back in.
   The cock itself actually feels a little pleasurable.  However, the hard
thrust causes my body to jerk forward.  This in turn causes my ball weight
to swing.  God, that hurt!
   "Oh!"
   "Oh!"
   "Oh!  Please!"
   Each thrust jerks my balls back and forth and sends waves of pain
throughout my body.  Being fucked by Drew like this is not only painful but
very scary.  With Danielle I often get the impression he would stop if I
was too uncomfortable.  Plus, if I wasn't tied down then I also knew I
could overpower him to make it stop.  Neither is the case with Drew.  It is
clear he plans to drill my ass as hard and long as he wants and that there
isn't anything I can do to stop him.
   "It turns me on when you beg," Drew whispers down to me.
   I ignore the comment at first but then I realize I can use this to my
advantage in order to shorten my ordeal.  The more I turn him on the faster
he will cum.  Begging is humiliating but after the last week or so I'm no
longer too proud not to do so.
   "Please stop!" I start begging.
   "You're too big!" I continue.  It's not true but I figure it will turn
him on.
   "Tell me about your balls!" Drew growls with passion.
   It ticks me off that he is aware of how much pain he is causing me. 
After thinking about it though I realize that he of course would know what
it feels like.  He has no doubt gone through the same BS treatment.
   "Please!  My balls hurt so bad!" I say between sobs.
   I know in my heart that Danielle would never get pleasure from causing
me pain like this.  However, Drew goes into overdrive when he hears me say
this.
   Despite the pain, I also feel a small tinge of pleasure in the
background as Drew slides back and forth against my ass clit.  It's not a
lot but just enough to cause me to slightly hump back from time to time.
   "Are you going to be a good girl for me and cum?" Drew pants as he
hammers his dick in and out.
   I blush when I realize he noticed my desire starting to grow.  I don't
see how he can expect me to cum this way though.  There is just so much
pain mixed in.
   "Tell me you will be a good girl," He growls when I don't reply.
   I've said it a few times in the past but have trouble doing so again. 
It is always so demeaning.  I'm not a girl and certainly don't want to be a
"good" one.  I know it will turn Drew on though so I swallow my pride.
   "I'll be a good girl!" I reply.
   "I'll be the bestest girl in the whole world," I add as I remember what
Danielle said the other day.
   As I say this a jolt of pleasure runs up my spine.  It is not the first
jolt of pleasure but it is the first one that seems to override the pain.
I'm not so hot on the timing of it.  I would have preferred it not happen
right after me saying how good of a girl I was going to be.  I tell myself
it is just a coincidence.  However, when I say it again I get a similar
jolt.
   "I'll be a good girl!" I start saying over and over.
   Somehow the humiliation of saying this is helping the pleasure from my
clit to stand out.  It's a horrible thing to experience but I gladly
welcome it over the pain from my nuts.
   "I'll be a good girl!"
   "I'll be a good girl!"
   "I'll be a good girl!"
   Before I know it I feel an anal orgasm nearing.  Then it hits me like a
ton of bricks.
   "I'm a good girl!  I'm a good girl!" I yell as my nuts release what
little sperm they have left.
   As I start to calm down I realize Drew stopped pumping me some time ago.
That it has been me humping back at his dick for at least the last couple
minutes.  I quickly stop in shame.
   "You are such a good girl," Drew whispers as he brings his right hand to
my lips.
   I think he just wants me to kiss it for some reason.  However, when I do
I realize there is a large pool of sperm there.  I blush but don't hesitate
to lick my sperm out of his palm.  It tastes similar but is a lot runnier
than my earlier loads.  I guess this is a good sign that my nuts are
finally empty.
   After my mess is cleaned, Drew puts his wet hand on my hip and starts
pumping me again.  With my climax out of the way, I'm left with just the
pain from my nuts and the humiliation of having just cum on the end of
Drew's dick.
   I continue to beg but I steer clear of comments about me being a "good
girl" for him.  I know he wants to hear it again but I've had my fill of
that comment and definitely don't want to feel any more jolts of pleasure.
My fragile brain just can't bear saying it anymore.  Not right now anyway.
   Drew drills me for another 20 minutes before he cums.  I'm not sure but
I think he intently prolonged the ordeal in hopes that I might cum again.
That just wasn't going to happen.  I simply have no more sperm to give
right now.
   "Oh!" I groan a few seconds after he pulls out.
   Drew is pushing a butt plug into my ass and it feels a little too big. I
then remember the doctor giving them permission to move me up to a number
two plug again.  It's a tight fit but doesn't hurt that bad.  I'm a bit
disgusted by the thought of Drew's sissy cum being plugged inside me. 
However, I would rather have it there than in my tummy.
   Once the plug pops into place, Drew gives my sore nuts a light pat; like
he is rewarding a dog or something.  He then uses his index finger to glide
around the base of my plug in order to gather up what little cum might have
squeezed out.  He brings it to my lips.  I gag but manage to suck it off
his finger.
   "Get dressed," Drew says as he fetches his shirt from the bathroom and
starts dressing as well.  "I have a surprise to show you."
   Great, a surprise!  Like I haven't gotten enough of those today.
   "I'm late for my classes," I inform him once it dawns on me I've already
missed half the day.
   "Don't worry about that," Drew says with a giggle.  "Believe it or not,
the Dean and your trainers have the authority to pull you out of classes."
   I guess it was a pretty stupid thing for me to say.  It was worth a try
though.
   On the bright side, Drew at least doesn't make me clean his cock.  This
is actually a good sign that he is feeling sorry for me or possibly likes
me.  It is unlikely that he just forgot.
   That said, I feel a lot of dread at what this "surprise" might be. 
However, I dress anyway... like I'm going to disobey one of my trainers.
   As I gather my clothes I have trouble finding my panties.  Then I
remember the doctor took them with him.  I frown at the thought of him
having yet another pair to display to everyone as some kind of trophy. 
Possibly even showing them to my dad and telling him what happened today.
   Drew keeps tapping his foot and snapping his fingers to get me to hurry
up.  Rushing causes my ball weight to swing around which I think is the
whole point.  Because once I'm done dressing Drew has me go through the
long lethargic process of neatly making the bed again.  It is barely messed
up and yet he has me pull all the covers off and start from scratch.  It is
extremely aggravating; especially with the weight constantly pushing down
on my nuts.
   Drew inspects the bed very closely once I am done.  He even takes a coin
out of his shirt pocket and bounces it on the covers to make sure they are
tight enough.  Maybe he isn't feeling sorry for me after all.  It is clear
this coin was put in that pocket just for checking the bed.  Using a coin
like this may sound a little too nitpicky and anal... but that's a Humbled
Girl for you.  Or at least I'm assuming Drew is a graduate from here.
   I'm pleasantly shocked when we leave the guest room but don't head
across the hall.  Instead we head in the direction of the security door
that leads to the main school area.  My hopes are quickly dashed, however,
when we stop just two doors down... not even half way to the security door.
   "This will be your new training room from now on," Drew informs me as he
opens the door.
   I frown at my "surprise".  In Drew's defense, he never said it would be
a pleasant one.  It could have been considerably worse so I thank him for
the "gift".
   The inside of the room looks no different than any of the other training
rooms.  Well, they are all a little different but yet still basically the
same.  For example, one room might have a small bed yet another might have
a large couch.  While these different items, they are used for the exact
same thing... that being a place to conduct sexual activities/punishments.
Most rooms have one or both of these items.  However, there is a room in
one of the other secure areas of the school that has a huge bean bag in it.
Yet another that is completely bare with the exception of a thick matt.
   My new room has a large couch.  Other than that it is just one big open
space like most of the other rooms.  Of course, that open space is often
temporarily filled with training devices and such.  It all depends on what
the trainer happens to feel the student needs training with.  There is a
large storage area in the school where all of these devices are kept.  It
isn't uncommon to see this or that device being pulled through the halls to
and from the secure areas.  I know because it was often me that had to do
all the pulling.
   There is nothing special about most of the items.  For example, there
are a ton of exercise machines.  Tread mills, exercise bikes, etc. 
Luckily, most of these items are kept in training rooms for long periods of
times.  That made life easy on me considering how fricking heavy most of
them are.  I used a dolly of course but you still had to get the thing on
and off.  Plus, I always had to use a lot of strength trying to counter the
momentum while taking it around corners and such.
   Something tells me that moving all the items will seem like child's play
in comparison to having to actually use them... especially the more
"exotic" devices.  These "exotic devices" only make up maybe 25 percent of
what is in storage.  Half of them I don't even know what they are used for.
However, you can tell they are for sexual use and are far from pleasant. 
Some are complex with motors and pistons on them and others are exceedingly
simple.  On the bright side, it is the simple ones that seemed to get
requested the most by the trainers.
   My training room doesn't look set up for anything yet so I expect us to
turn around and walk back to the guest room.  However, Drew walks on into
the room and sits on the couch.  I swallow hard.  I get the feeling that
Drew plans to break my new training room in.  Well, it's new to me anyway.
I'm sure Drew has trained plenty of children in this and other rooms here.
   Drew snaps his fingers and points to a spot in front of the couch.  I
slowly walk to the spot and kneel down.  He never told me to kneel but it
seems like the right thing to do.  Drew smiles so I guess I made the right
choice.
   "The doctor tells me that you haven't been eating enough," he says.
   He says it like it is my fucking fault!  This angers me.  They give me
drugs that reduce my appetite and then provide me nothing to eat except dog
food and a few scraps of normal food.  Then bitch about me not eating! 
This is such bullshit!  I know my place though.
   "Sorry, ma'am," I reply.
   "It's okay," Drew calmly tells me.  "It just means we haven't been
giving you enough stuff to do."
   I'm really grinding my teeth now.  I try my best not to show my anger.
That's exactly what he wants and I know it.  I can just tell he is itching
for a reason to give me and my new plug a spanking.
   He might be able to trick the newer younger kids into acting out but his
technique isn't going to work on me.  I plan to be as compliant as
possible. I don't care if it makes me look like some kind of sissy;
especially now that I have this bigger plug and this ball weight.  I can
only imagine how painful a spanking would be right now.  My balls and
asshole hurt just thinking about it.
   Drew lets me kneel there and stew for a moment before he finally starts
talking again.  Of all things, he gives me an exercise routine to follow.
Sit ups, pushups, leg lifts, etc.  There are 7 things total and I'm to do
10 of each then repeat the whole thing 5 times.  He then gives me a very
complex schedule to do them.  Some days I'm to exercise three times a day
(morning, at lunch time and right before going to bed); some days I
exercise only once or twice; and yet other days I don't exercise at all. 
It becomes extremely confusing to follow.  In fact, it sounds rather
random. I struggle to keep up but soon find myself lost.  I get pissed when
he tells me at the end that he will tape the schedule on the wall for me.
Why didn't he just say that?
   The exercise routine itself sounds simple enough until Drew orders me to
perform it for him.  I'm startled to find I can barely do 10 of each.  This
concerns me greatly.  A couple weeks ago I could have knocked these out
without even breaking a sweat.  Now I find my muscles quivering and burning
as I struggle with each one.  The sit ups are the hardest.  The pushups
probably would have been worse but Drew let me do girl pushups using my
knees.  It is humiliating doing girl pushups but I'm thankful for his
mercy. There is no way I could have done them otherwise.
   I manage to get through the routine the first time.  However, during my
second time through I can only do 8 consecutive sit ups and 9 pushups.  I
barely knock out 10 each of the rest.
   "You were 3 short," he informs me.  "Stand and give me 3 jumping jacks."
   I only have to do three jumping jacks in exchange for 2 sit ups and a
pushup?  Seems like a damn good deal to me.  I can do jumping jacks all
day, even in my weakened condition.
   However, as I get into position something quickly dawns on me.  My
entire exercise routine is extremely low impact.  As such, my balls haven't
been in that much discomfort.  That isn't going to be the case with jumping
jacks.  My balls are already starting to hurt just thinking about it.
   I stand there for several seconds with my legs together and my hands to
my sides.  I can tell Drew is getting impatient.  The only way I'm able to
get the courage to perform the first jumping jack is the thought of what
Drew will do to me if I don't.  I close my eyes tight and then kick off,
pulling my arms and legs wide before my feet can hit the ground again.
   "Owie!" I yell in pain as my ball weight pulls me down to my knees.
   Fuck did that hurt!  It felt like someone kicked me in the nuts.  I feel
nauseous and for a moment I think I'm going to be sick.  It takes a minute
but the pain gradually dissipates.
   "One," Drew announces as I wipe the tears of pain off my face.
   20.
   By the time Drew escorts me back to the guest room, my balls feel like
they are going to fall off.  The jumping jacks are a HUGE motivator, but I
still end up doing 15 of them total.  The sit up and pushup portion of the
routine is just too much for me regardless of motivation.
   Drew is surprisingly nice to me following my workout session.  He even
runs a nice warm bath for me.  The only embarrassing part is that he makes
me pee in the toilet first.  This would normally be no big deal but he
stands there and evaluates me while I do it.
   "A proper young lady always puts her knees together when she pees," he
informs me.
   I quickly follow the "advice" and close my knees.  I find it harder to
pee this way but I still get the job done.  As I pee I wonder if Drew pees
like this also.  If so then I feel sorry for him since his balls no doubt
reach the water.  That means he is constantly soaking his balls in his own
piss and who knows what else.  I turn a little green when I remember I
licked his balls clean earlier.
   The warm bath feels absolutely scrumptious.  The water and soap sting my
freshly plucked groin a little, but most of the pain goes away pretty fast.
The warm water sooths my muscles and my sore balls as well.  Drew lets me
soak for a long time and he even washes me.  I feel so pampered and don't
want the bath to ever end.  I just want to close my eyes and drift off.  I
don't dare take my eyes off Drew though.  He is being nice right now but I
know his true nature.
   Like all good things, the bath eventually comes to an end.  As I step
out, Drew uses a fluffy towel to dry me off.  He even hands me my clothes
one piece at a time so I can put them on.  His kindness during the bath is
such a drastic change that it actually scares me more than his cruelty
earlier.  I half expect him to snap at me at any second.  But he doesn't.
   "Are you hungry?" he asks once I'm dressed.
   "Yes!" I quickly reply as I remember the reason for the workout session.
"I'm very hungry!"
   The truth is that I am a little hungry.  However, I tried my best to
make it sound like I'm starving.  Drew smiles.  I think he knows what I'm
doing.  He seems pleased with my response though.
   "Let's see what you got in your room here?" Drew says as he opens the
fridge in the guest room.
   So this is "my" room after all.  I get kind of excited as Drew opens the
fridge.  The last time I seen inside it Danielle had lots of food there.  I
peak over Drew's shoulder and discover everything is gone except for a jug
of water.  Drew takes the water out and closes the door.
   "Here we are," he announces as he opens up a cabinet and finds a big bag
of dog food and my two bowls.
   I feel like crying.  I was promised they would take me off this dog food
diet.  Yet, here I am still eating the shit.  They did at least provide me
a little bit of real food for the weekend.  Maybe they will provide me even
more next weekend.  It didn't help that Danielle ate half of it.
   "Tell me `when'," Drew says as he slowly pours the dog food into my feed
dish.
   I want to say "when" right away.  Like I've said before, when it comes
to dog food, a little dab will do you.  Plus, I'm not super hungry to begin
with.  However, I fear that if I don't eat enough of it Drew might increase
my exercise routine.  I cringe as I watch the bowl slowly fill.  I probably
should let him fill it all the way to the top.  However, with my current
lack of appetite I know I will get sick if I ate that much.  So, I say
"when" at the half way mark.  Drew stops pouring and doesn't say anything
so I assume he is satisfied with the amount in the bowl.
   Drew puts the bowl on the floor next to the side of the bed.  He then
fills my water dish and does the same.  I kneel down on the hard concrete
facing the bed and start feeding.  The dog food is the same brand, possibly
the same bag, but it somehow tastes worse.  I think it is because I spent
the weekend eating normal food.  I assure myself that my taste buds will
quickly get used to the flavor again after a couple feedings; or at least
as used to the flavor as they were last week.
   As I feed, Drew takes a seat on the bed directly in front of me.  The
bowls are so close to the bed that he has to rest his black short heel
pumps on either side.  I feel very self-conscious.  I know he is probably
looking down at me.  I want to glance up to confirm this but I'm too
embarrassed.  You would think nothing could embarrassment after everything
I've been through.  However, having Drew stare down into my eyes while I'm
feeding would be more than I could handle right now.
   I stop mid chew as Drew's right foot moves over the top of my food bowl.
I'm confused but I still don't want to look up at Drew in order to try to
find any answers.  Instead, I just slowly finish chewing and then swallow
hard.  I go to lick some water from my bowl but Drew moves his foot so that
I can't.  He clearly wants me to give him some attention so I reluctantly
look up into his eyes.
   Drew is looking down but to my surprise he is not looking at me.  He is
looking at his foot.  He wants me to do something with his foot?  Knowing
Drew it is something humiliating.  I search my mind for the most degrading
thing I can think of that would involve his foot.  You would be surprised
how many things come to mind.  I cross the top 5 things off my list.  A
couple of these just don't seem right for this situation and the other
three are just too horrible to put into action.  So, I go with number 6 on
my list.  I slowly lean back over and give the top of Drew's pump a small
kiss.
   "Sorry, ma'am," I quickly apologize when I pull back and discover I left
a brown dog food smear on the shiny black surface.
   "You did well," Drew assures me.  "You can clean them later."
   Drew turns his foot slightly and I know he wants me to kiss the pump
again in a new spot.  I blush then lean in and do so.  I kiss two other
spots before he finally pulls his foot away.  I quickly go to the water
dish and lick up some fluid in order to help wash away some of the nasty
flavor.
   My stomach turns as I look back at the food dish.  I'm not hungry at all
now and yet I've just barely started.  I go back in anyway and lick up
another few pieces.  As I chew, Drew's foot moves over my water dish again.
He wants more kisses.  I swallow the dry food and lean in and start
kissing. I'm still embarrassed, but I'm also starting to get really pissed.
My balls constantly ache from my weight and I'm kneeling here eating
fucking dog food... isn't that enough?  Does he really have to make it
worse?
   It's not worth getting punished over so I keep kissing until he pulls
the foot away again.
   Drew does this after each of the next five mouths full.  His once
perfect little pump is now a brownish smeared mess.
   "Take it off," he orders after I finish a kiss.
   I reach up to it but he pulls the foot away.
   "Ah!" he growls.  "What do we NEVER use when feeding from our bowls?!"
   I quickly slap my hand back down on the hard concrete.  His voice is so
scary that my whole body trembles in fear.
   His question is apparently rhetorical because he doesn't wait for an
answer and just moves his foot back over my bowl.  Without my hands I have
no choice but to use my mouth to remove the pump.  My first instinct is to
use my tongue to push down on the heel.  However, I realize that if I do
this then the pump might drop into my water dish.  The pump is in need of
cleaning but I know Drew would get highly pissed if I soaked it.
   I examine the pump for a second and come up with plan B.  Plan B
involves pulling the pump off by the heel using my lips.  I don't like plan
B but I can't think of a plan C.
   As my mouth goes for the heel, Drew angles his foot to give me better
access.  I'm thankful for this, but I'm still pissed at him for having to
do it in the first place.  The heel is about a half inch thick at the
bottom and slowly tapers out toward the bottom of the shoe.  I can see a
little bit of dirt and grime on the bottom of the heel.  As I put my lips
over it I pray he has not stepped into anything too offensive lately.  If I
know him though, he probably did so on purpose.  He probably walked through
the grass on the way into the building.  He might have even walked around
in the men's and women's bathrooms.
   I try my best to push all these thoughts out of my head as I seal my
lips around the heel and try to suck the pump off his food.  I can clearly
taste dirt but nothing else really.  However, for all I know all those
other things taste like dirt also.  Though, I kind of doubt that.
   "Good girl," Drew praises as the pump slides off his foot.
   I move it away from the bowls and do my best to gingerly lay it on the
floor.  When I lean back up I expect his other foot to be hovering there.
However, it isn't.  I don't want him to think I'm waiting for it so I
quickly lick up some water and then go back to my food dish.
   As I chew I stare down at Drew's bare foot.  He is not wearing stockings
today and I have a good view of his painted toenails.  I have to admit that
he has pretty feet.  They are very delicate and feminine looking.  You can
tell that he gets regular pedicures.  Most of my attention goes to his
toenails.  The paint job on them is extremely detailed and looks very
professional.  They are white with a kind of red plant like design on them.
Kind of like roses but with red stems, leaves and stuff painted as well. 
Each one looks different which tells me all of it is hand painted.  I make
a mental note to ask Danielle how it is even possible to paint something so
fine and detailed on your nails.  With luck he might even show me how it's
done.  I know my trainers would really be impressed if I could accomplish
something like this.  Plus, it looks cool.
   Drew must have noticed me studying his toenails because he raises his
foot back up so I can get a closer look.  When I go to get another mouth
full of food though he moves his bare foot over the bowl.  At first I think
he wants me to kiss it.  However, his foot lowers down into my food dish. I
look on in shock as his perfect little toes dig around in the bowl. 
Doesn't he know he can ruin his nail polish that way?  If I had fancy
designs like that on my toenails I would never let them touch anything, let
alone scrape around in a dish full of hard dry dog food.
   When his foot finally comes out of the dish I see he is holding a piece
of dog food between his big and index toes.  He holds it out to me.  I
scrunch up my nose in disgust as I lean in and use my tongue to lick the
piece out from between his toes.  As I chew this piece his foot goes back
to my dish.  Out comes another piece and I lick it into my mouth as well.
He does this two more times.  After the last piece he keeps his foot near
my mouth.  When I finally swallow he puts his toes up against my lips.  I'm
sure I know what he wants and I lick his toes clean.
   "Good girl," he praises again as I lick all around the toes and in
between.
   He finally pulls back and I'm able to lean down and lick up some water.
When I come back up I see his foot is digging around in the food dish
again.
   "I just cleaned those toes!" I want to yell at him.
   I hold my tongue.  Instead I just wait for him to feed me.
   We perform the same procedure as before.  Then do it over and over
throughout my feeding.  It's 4 or 5 pieces, swallow each, lick toes, drink
water, then repeat.
   Drew seems to get extremely excited by all of this.  He not only praises
me through most of it but also moans in pleasure a few times.  He even
plays with his dick a little.  I can't imagine what he finds exciting about
it.  The whole thing is disgusting and messy.  He is happy so I guess that
is all that matters.
   There are still a dozen or so pieces of dog food in the dish when Drew
finally stops feeding me.  He pushes the dish off to the side with his foot
to let me know I don't have to eat the rest.  I guess that is my reward for
being such a good puppy for him.  He still makes me lick his entire foot
clean.  He also makes me lick his pump off as well.  His shiny pumps are
black and every little speck of grime can easily be seen.  Drew makes me
lick it for a very long time before he is satisfied it is clean.  He
finally slips his foot back into the wet pump and starts putting my bowls
away.
   He doesn't tell me it is okay to stand so I stay kneeling just in case.
When he is done he walks back over in front of me and sits on the side of
the bed again.
   "You have earned at least 10 hits for raising your hands off the floor
during your feeding," he informs me.  "You did perfect with everything else
though so I am going to let you off this one time."
   "Thank you, ma'am," I say as I give him my best smile.
   I'm far from happy but want to show him I really am appreciative of the
leniency.
   As I look up at him I can see the lust in his eyes.  I also notice him
rubbing his dick through his dress.  I know that he wants me to thank him
with more than just words.  However, something is preventing him from
giving me the order.  Maybe it's not part of my "lesson" plan for the day
and he's not allowed to require me to do it.  Or, maybe he just wants to
see me volunteer my services.  It's weird, but even kneeling here I get a
small sense of power.  He desperately wants something from me but only I
can decide whether to give it or not.  Or at least I'm assuming this is the
case.
   "I'm thinking about maybe removing your ball weight for the rest of the
night," he informs me.  "Maybe let your irritated skin air out overnight."
   There it is... bartering 101.  He wants something and has something he
is willing to offer in return.  His offer is very generous also.  His
position in front of me, however, tells me he wants a blowjob in exchange.
It takes me a moment but I decide it is a fair deal.  Well, as fair as I'm
ever going to see from Drew anyway.
   "D...do you want me to... you know... suck you?" I whisper.
   "I don't know," he says as though he's actually thinking about it. 
"Maybe if you ask nicely."
   You have no idea how close I come to telling him to go fuck himself.  I
swallow what little pride I have left.
   "Please, can I suck you, ma'am?" I whisper.  "I'll do a good job.  I
promise."
   Drew doesn't say anything... he just stands and starts pulling his dress
up.  He doesn't stop until the dress is all the way up around his hips.  My
nervous hands are shaking as I reach up and grab hold of his panties.  His
dick flops out as I slowly pull the panties down and then off.
   He spreads his legs and sits back down on the edge of the bed.  I
swallow hard as I get a close up view of his dick.  It is already leaking
precum and I'm actually a little proud that I have such a powerful effect
on him.  I'm apprehensive though.  I had a very hard time with Danielle's
dick and Drew's is even a little bigger.  I know I won't be able to deep
throat him without involuntarily using my hands.  However, if my hands come
into play then I will no doubt get the punishment he just spared me. 
Something tells me this has been his plan all along.
   There has to be something I can do... some way of ruining his plan.  I
then remember how Danielle fixed the problem.  I crawl over to the cabinet
and searched around in the drawer.  Sure enough, the cuffs are there.  I
grab them and crawl back to Drew.  I click the first one over my right
wrist and then put my hands behind my back.  As I click the second one in
place I smile up at Drew.
   I know the smile will be interpreted by Drew as a devilish teasing kind
of smile.  However, it was really me smiling at the fact that I was able to
out think the guy.  He won't be getting any reason to punish me today.
   I'm surprised at how well Drew takes his defeat.  He shows surprise but
no disappointment.  He just smiles back down at me and scoots out a little
further toward me.
   I know he is extremely excited and wants me to finish him off fast. 
However, I decide to tease him a bit as payback for all the pain he put me
through earlier.  Not to mention the humiliation.  His dick bobs with
excitement as my tongue licks the precum off the side of his cock.  I give
the underside of his dick a few licks also.  This gets a loud moan from
him.
   I know he thinks I'm about to swallow his dick but instead I dip down
and suck one of his nuts into my mouth.  His ball sack is loose and I'm
able to get his ball deep into my mouth.  Once there I flick at it with my
tongue.  I then use my tongue to give it a proper bath.  Once his ball is
washed I suck my spit off it, pull back and let it pop from my mouth.  I
give his other egg-size ball the same treatment.
   When I turn my attention back to his dick I see it already has a trail
of precum running down the side of it again.  I lick up the side of it very
delicately.  Once it is clean I let my tongue lick around on the head of
his dick.  I even seal my lips to it and suck whatever precum might be
inside.
   "Please," Drew begs from above.
   You have no idea how good it feels to make someone else beg for a
change. It's a very small victory... but it's a victory.  I know better
than to make him beg any more than this.  To do so would no doubt result in
me having to beg a lot more down the road myself.  So, I slowly push
forward.
   I get scared as his dick pushes against the back of my throat.  I know
he is on the verge of losing control.  When that happens he will viciously
fuck my throat.  Sure enough, I feel his hands grab that back of my head
and apply pressure.  I gag as I force myself forward.  I actually manage to
deep throat him on my own.  I don't get all of him into my throat but I'm
still surprised and a little proud of myself.  I thought for sure he would
have to force it inside like Danielle did.
   I take a breath and push forward again.  I get about 3/4ths in before I
get scared and pull out once more.  My next 4 tries end the same.  On the
next attempt, however, Drew can't stand it anymore and pulls my head into
his lap.  I gag and my eyes water as my lips kiss the base of his dick.  I
knew this was coming but I'm still frightened.  His dick is just so deep.
It's touching even deeper than Danielle's did.
   At least Drew isn't pinching my nose.  This allows me to breathe a
little easier.  I still don't get enough oxygen but at least it is
something.  It isn't long before my brain starts to swim from the lack of
air.  It doesn't get as bad as yesterday.  In fact, I would say it is about
perfect.  Well, as perfect as asphyxiation can be.  It's enough to send
tingles through my body and reduce the gagging and pain in my throat. 
However, it doesn't make me feel like I'm on the verge of death.  Drew is
too excited and starts spewing his load into my belly long before I can
fully enjoy the effect.  Not that it is something I wish to enjoy.
   Drew removes my handcuffs and then pulls his panties back on and starts
giving me directions for what I'm supposed to do for the rest of the night
and the next morning.  My head is still spinning but I manage to memorize
it all.  There isn't much too it.  I'm to do my normal routine, just with
the exercises added.
   Drew hands me the special screwdriver and tells me to take my weight
off. It is only two screws and pretty easy to figure out.  I let out a sigh
of relief as the weight finally falls off my nuts.  Drew takes it and the
screwdriver from me and puts them on the nightstand.
   "I'm going to leave these here," he informs me.  "You are to put them
back on as soon as you wake up."
   This shocks me.  Surely he knows the screwdriver can be used on my cock
cage also.  I frown.  Of course he does.  He is just hoping the temptation
to remove the cage and masturbate will be too much.  Thus he will get a
chance to punish me after all.  It does sound tempting.  However, they
milked me pretty good today.  I doubt I will get that desperate to play
with myself tonight.
   Drew has me get on the bed on all fours.  He removes my large plug and
brings it to my lips so I can lick it clean.  He puts it on the nightstand
next to the weight and tells me I can keep it off for the rest of the night
also.  I'm amazed at his kindness.  I guess I did better than I thought.
   He grabs some kind of medical lotion and moves behind me.  I look back
as he squeezes a bunch of it into his palm and then reachs for my balls.  I
bite my lower lip in preparation for the pain that is about to erupt from
down there.  However, none comes.  In fact, the cream quickly soothes the
slight itching and burning sensation that was already there.
   It feels very good as his slippery fingers delicately rub and tug this
way and that on my sack.  It feels even better when two of his fingers from
his other hand slide into my ass.  His fingers are just long enough to
reach my ass clit.  I moan and push back against his hand as he gently rubs
my magic spot.  I guess they didn't milk me as much as I thought they did.
   I think this is going to be a bonus milking but Drew stops once it
becomes clear I'm getting pretty worked up.  I moan in protest but he just
giggles.
   "Be a good girl now," he says as he puts the cream away and walks out.
   My eyes immediately go to the screwdriver.  No!  Don't give in!  It's
obviously a set up.  I would bet money he is watching me in the observation
room right now.  The second I pick up that screwdriver he will run in here
and stop me.  Then the weight goes back on my balls and the plug up my ass.
On top of that I'll probably get a huge spanking.  It takes some will power
but I hold myself back until my clit settles down a bit.
   The rest of my night is pretty routine.  It's even early enough for me
to catch the last two classes for the day.  However, when I turn to the
video channel to watch my nightly porn I discover they videotaped all my
classes for the day and are broadcasting them back.  Believe it or not, I
actually enjoy watching this over the porn.  It's always gay porn anyway.
Plus, with that screwdriver sitting there the less porn I watch the better.
   The really cool thing is that I get to use my school books for the first
time.  It's neat being able to follow along in the book like all the other
children.  Now if I could just ask the teacher questions.  These kids are
two and three years younger than me but some of the stuff they are learning
is a little ahead of me.  I figure most of it out on my own though.
   Thankfully, they thought to edit out the second half of each class.  Had
they not then I probably would have been watching long into the night.
   It's around 10 p.m.  when the video finally comes to an end.  I'm very
tired but pull myself out of bed anyway.  I put my books neatly on the
their shelf and then reluctantly walk to my new training room.  Once there
I go through my exercise routine.  I end up doing 25 jumping jacks this
time.  Thankfully, I'm not wearing my ball weight this time.  I'll bet
anything that I was supposed to wear it and my plug for this.  However,
Drew specifically said I didn't have to wear them again until morning.  So,
if anyone ends up getting into trouble it will be him.  I'm just following
orders.
   I'm sweaty but decide not to bathe.  It's not part of my normal routine.
I'll have to ask one of my trainers about it tomorrow.  It doesn't seem
proper for a young lady to go to bed all sweaty.  That's how I'll phrase
it.
   As I crawl under the covers I think about how great it would be if I
could actually turn my room lights off.  It would make sleeping so much
easier.  Plus, I could also sneak the screwdriver under the covers without
the camera noticing.
   I have several nightmares this night.  Most of them are pretty standard.
You know, like the whole being naked in class dream.  Only in this school
this is a very plausible scenario.  The nightmare isn't that I'm naked but
that I'm scared everyone will see that I'm a boy and not a real girl. 
Don't ask me why I'm scared of this.  That's exactly what I want them all
to find out.  It was my entire escape plan even.
   One of the weirder dreams involves the Dean and the doctor chasing me
and throwing darts at me.  I guess that is supposed to symbolize the
electrolysis machine or something.  The only dream that doesn't feel like a
nightmare is one in which I'm kissing and licking Drew's feet.  This dream
feels rather erotic for some reason.  In it I even jack off on his bare
foot and lick it clean.  Of course, once I wake up I'm horrified by the
dream.  I'm not sure what my subconscious was trying to tell me in that
dream... nor do I want to find out.
   I wake early Tuesday to the sound of someone in my room.  As my eyes
focus I think I'm still dreaming.  Casey is decorating a large Christmas
tree near the foot of my bed.  I blink a few times to make sure I'm really
awake.
   "Morning sunshine!" Casey chirps when she sees I'm awake.
   I come full awake when I realize I might have over slept.  I look at the
clock and thankfully discover its only 5 a.m.
   I look back at Casey and am tempted to ask the obvious question. 
However, I keep my mouth zipped.  Instead I grab my plug and lick and
slobber on it.  Then I slowly insert the huge thing up my asshole.  I
normally do this after my enema but my orders are to exercise first.  I'm
sure the plug is expected to be worn during those exercises... even if I
did skip it last night.
   Even the larger plug seems pretty routine.  It's the ball weight that
seems out of place.  It's also the one thing I'm dreading.  I grab it and
the screwdriver anyway and go to work putting it in place.  Putting it on
is very uncomfortable but I'm able to keep from moaning.  Casey is focused
on decorating the tree and I don't want to change that.  The more attention
she gives the tree the less she will give me.
   Now ready for my morning workout, I slide off the bed and make my way to
the door.
   "No," Casey says when she sees me rounding the right side of the bed
toward her.  "Go around the other way."
   I give her a puzzled look.  The only other way is if I crawl across the
bed and go around the other side of the tree.  That seems like a bit of a
hassle just because she is too lazy to step out of my way for two seconds.
I'm not about to say anything.  I just crawl back into the bed and slide
across to the other side.  As I get out and face the door I realize there
is a problem.  The tree is blocking my route.  The tree is only inches from
the bed and maybe a foot between it and the wall.  I stand there for a
minute waiting for Casey to see the flaw in her order.
   "You better get going," she informs me.
   I come very close to protesting.  I'm naked and the pine tree... well,
it's a fucking pine tree!  It's a real pine tree even.  I convince myself
it won't be as bad as it looks and start slowly inching toward it.
   When I get within about a foot the silver tinsel suddenly jumps out at
me.  SNAP!  The tinsel slaps against my left hip and sends a tiny jolt of
electricity through me.
   "Ow!" I protest as I jump back.
   My outburst is more from the surprise than the actual pain.  It hurt but
nothing compared to what I've experienced lately.  I hear Casey giggling on
the other side of the tree.
   "Neat, huh?" Casey says as she pokes her head around the side.  "One of
our graduates created these Christmas lights.  They generate an EM field or
something that keeps the tinsel full of static."
   "Yeah, neat," I reply a little too sarcastically.
   Casey doesn't show any anger but I know I should have just kept my mouth
shut.  It probably isn't a punishable offense but it might ruin her
Christmas spirit.  That could make the rest of my day turn out pretty bad.
   I approach the tree again, only this time I put my hands out in front of
me.  The tinsel snaps hold of my arms and holds on tight.  I can feel a
slight pulsing feeling in my arms.  I'm guessing it is this EM field or
whatever feeding the tinsel with juice.  It feels a little like ants
crawling on my skin.  It's very uncomfortable and seems far from being
healthy.  I hope this damn tree doesn't give me cancer or something.
   I put my back against the wall and start squeezing past the tree.
   "Owie!" I yelp when a bunch of tinsel lower on the tree jumps out and
grabs hold of my cock cage and ball weight.
   My cage and weight quickly become supercharged with electricity.  I'm
not sure but I think they are collecting juice from not only the tinsel but
the EM field itself.  My instinct is to jump away again.  However, I know I
will just have to start all over.  So, I continue forward.
   I do my best to hold the branches back but several still rub across my
body.  It hurts like hell.  I manage to protect my chest pretty good but my
stomach, thighs and legs make a lot of contact.  It becomes a battle
between my desire to rush in order to escape the tinsel and the need to go
slow to minimize the scraping of the branches.
   It only takes about 15 seconds to make my way through but it seems much
longer.  Once past the branches I turn to rush away.  When I do the tinsel
snaps out and gives my rump a kiss goodbye.
   When I enter my training room I see the workout schedule on the wall.  I
glance at it for a minute.  I still can't make heads or tails out of the
order of the workouts.  It just looks random to me.  I guess it doesn't
matter as long as they keep it on the wall.
   My muscles are a little sore as I go through my workout.  I still do
okay my first two sets.  As I start to sweat though my skin begins to itch
and burn a bit.  When I inspect the source I find a bunch of horizontal
tiny red lines.  The tree scraped me just hard enough to irritate the skin
but not enough to actually cut it.
   The scrapes become very irritating.  On top of this, I still have
trouble with sit ups and pushups and end up having to do 17 jumping jacks.
My balls hurt, skin itches and I'm sweaty and tired.  Yeah, I'm not in the
Christmas spirit.  To make matters worse, when I go to enter my old room so
I can take my enema and shower, I find the door is locked.  I inform Casey
and she tells me the room is now off limits to me.  I guess I'm okay with
that.  I have no real fond memories of that room anyway.  However, my
little world just got a bit smaller.
   As I go back into the guest room Casey makes me slide past the tree
again.
   This time I put my front to the wall and let my backside take the brunt
of the tree.  This protects my front side.  However, my hands are not of
much use this way and my back, butt and legs get a ton of contact with the
branches.  Plus, my sweaty body seems to attract the tinsel more.  I moan
and groan as the tinsel shocks my backside.
   "Oh!" I let out extra loud when a bunch of tinsel slaps against my nut
sack from behind.
   The electricity going through my nuts feels different than what I
experienced with the doctor yesterday, but it still brings back a kind of
phantom memory.  For an instant I can actually feel the doctor shocking my
ass clit with the prod.  It's enough to almost make me cum.  Thankfully, I
don't.
   My enema is pretty routine.  However, my new ball weight makes me a
little self-conscious during the procedure.  The weight makes my balls feel
like they are hanging down much further than they actually are.  I keep
thinking they are floating in the toilet water.  I also fear I will expel
my enema on them.  Neither of these things happen, but it dawns on me that
it might if I ever get to the 2.5 or 3 inch weight.
   The warm bath stings my scrapes at first.  However, within minutes they
feel much better.  So do my sore nuts.  I want to stay in the bath forever,
but I know the clock is ticking.
   I get out of the bed and start getting dressed.  As I put my clothes on
I notice Casey is putting presents under the tree.  She sees me watching.
   "You are not to open any of these until told to do so," she informs me.
   She walks around the bed to me holding one of the larger presents.
   "This one you can open now," she says.  "This is from me.  Well,
actually the school paid for most of it.  I still had to chip in a little
extra so I could get you the best stuff."
   I'm a bit shocked that they would buy me presents.  I don't get all that
excited though.  I just know there is probably a poisonous snake or
something in this box.  I glance at the clock and see that I'm running a
little late.  I don't see much choice so I sit on the bed and quickly open
the present.
   I open it with dread but when I see what is inside I quickly smile with
glee.  It's a makeup kit!  My own makeup kit!  I start to jump up and down
with joy but my ball weight quickly puts an end to that.
   "Do I get to keep it?!" I ask, still not believing it's really mine.
   "Of course," Casey giggles.
   "Thank you!" I say as I give Casey a big hug.
   I excitedly go back to the kit and start looking through it in greater
detail.  It has everything I could possibly need.  This is so cool!
   As I go through it I realize that I really shouldn't be happy about
this. I'm a boy after all and this is a girl's gift.  However, I can't deny
how good it feels to have it.  Right now it feels like my only possession
in the world... which isn't far from the truth as long as I'm in here.
   "I was thinking you could set it up here," Casey says as she walks to a
spot to the right of the wide screen TV.
   "I was thinking the same thing," I reply as I carry it over.
   The spot is perfect.  There is a tabletop going most of the way around
the room.  However, unlike the rest of the room, this area doesn't have
cabinets above it.  Instead there is a mirror above it.  The kit has a
small mirror in it but this mirror on the wall will be nice for getting an
overall view of myself.  The only drawback is that the mirror is connected
to the observation room.  Someone could sit in there and watch me do my
makeup and I would never know it.  I just shrug this off.  Not like they
aren't always watching me anyway.
   "Wait, something's missing," Casey says as she leaves the room.
   She goes into the hall and then I hear her unlocking my old room.  A
moment later she comes back carrying a chair and the picture of me mooning
the Dean.  I'm very thankful for the chair... not so much for the picture.
I still give her another hug.  This really is very nice of her.
   Casey stands next to me as I start using the kit in order to get ready
for my day.  There are a few items included in the kit that I'm not
familiar with.  Casey happily jumps in and shows me what a few of them are
for and how to use them.  Among these items are some false eyelashes and a
tool for putting them on.
   "You are kind of young for these," she informs me.  "We will put them on
you today anyway so you can try them out."
   I'm not so hot about using the tool so close to my eye.  However, the
end result is worth it.  I look much prettier with the slightly longer and
thicker eyelashes.  It also makes me look a little older than I normally do
when wearing makeup... maybe 12.  I still don't look my actual age of 13
but it's pretty close.
   Once my makeup and hair is done I go to grab my feed bowls.  Casey stops
me.
   "You won't need to eat today," she informs me.
   I'm not that hungry but I am a bit confused.  Drew was all over my ass
yesterday about not eating enough.  Casey is in charge now so I shut up and
obey.
   "Oh, I almost forgot to tell you how the presents work," she says as I
sit on the edge of my bed.  "The presents under the tree are from a few
people that will visit you between now and Sunday.  The ones on the tree
though are special."
   This catches my attention.  I had noticed some stupid shit hanging on
the tree but thought that was just Casey's way of being silly.  I'm
concerned now that I know these are more than just decoration.  The items
look far from being "presents".  There are a few paddles, a couple belts, a
couple tubes of lube, a rubber glove, and several other weird items.  Some
I know the purpose of, some I've never even seen before.
   "It's our own special secret Santa," Casey informs me.  "The Dean picked
15 employees at the school.  Your dad and the Dean are two of them of
course.  The other 13 are those that the Dean feels deserves an extra
Christmas bonus.  Anyway, 15 slips of paper are placed in a hat.  Each slip
has the description of a present.  Each person then draws a slip at random.
   "Here comes the fun part," Casey continues.  "They attach that slip of
paper to an instrument of their choosing.  Provided it will fit on the tree
of course.  Here, let me show you."
   Casey grabs one of the paddles and brings it to me.  The paddle was held
to the tree with a hook and string.  Also attached to the string is a tiny
card.
   "This card says `Turkey Dinner'," Casey announces as she gives me a
close up view.  "If you choose this item then that means the person that
drew this has to bring you a `Turkey Dinner'.  They attached it to this
paddle though.  That means that in exchange they expect you to give them
the present of letting them use this paddle in some fashion.  They might
want you to use the paddle on them, but I doubt it."
   Casey giggles at her little joke.  There is no name on the card but I do
see a four digit number.  I'm guessing the number represents the employee's
work extension or possibly the last four of their social security number or
something.  I know my dad's work extension but I doubt they would make it
that easy for me to pick him out.  They probably used something else for
him.
   "You can pick up to 3 items per day," Casey continues.  "Just put the
items in your training room on the couch when you do your lunch time
workout.  By the end of the day the employees will bring you your gifts."
   At that, Casey leaves the room.  I sit there not sure what to think
about all of this.  I close my eyes and try to remember the schedule.  I'm
pretty sure I have a workout at noon throughout most of this week.  I will
have to take a closer look during my next workout.
   I open my eyes and look at the clock and see that I have 15 minutes
before my first class starts.  I wait a minute to make sure Casey isn't
coming back.  Then I get out of bed and go to the Christmas tree.  I tell
myself I should just ignore the whole thing.  However, I'm very curious
what presents might be available to me.  Who knows, maybe one of them is a
night out on the town or something else I can use to help escape.  Highly
doubtful but you never know for sure until you look.
   When I approach the tree I put my hand out.  The tinsel sticks to me but
there is no major electrical current like earlier.  I think it is because
I'm wearing shoes now and my feet aren't grounded like before.
   Before looking at the secret Santa stuff I kneel down and look at my
other presents.  These are from people that will be visiting me whether I
want them too or not.  I'm glad to see that there are only 6 boxes.  Each
has a tiny card attached to it with a name.  There is one from Drew,
Danielle, the Dean, Victor, and the doctor.  And of course there is one
that says "Dad and family".  It does not surprise me that my dad would be
one of the ones visiting me for Christmas.  As I think about the names
something occurs to me.  This is probably my list of potential mentors I'm
to choose from.  Well, not Drew and Danielle of course.  Danielle is just a
student and I doubt Drew is eligible.
   The names are no surprise.  However, I had hoped the list would be a
little bigger than this.
   I turn my attention to the secret Santa items hanging from the tree.  I
look at each card.  Most of the items/presents listed are minor.  They seem
more like what you would expect to find in a stocking.  One, for example,
says "Candy" on it.  That one is attached to the glove.  The glove is the
latex kind.  I'm certain that this secret Santa is the doctor.  However, I
find another card attached to some needles.  No, that is more the doctor's
style.  The card for this one says "Banana Split".  Regardless of who these
are for, neither gift seems worth the price.  Not that I know exactly what
the glove or needles would be used for.
   In fact, most of the stated "gifts" seem trivial in comparison to what I
would probably have to give in return.  I do run across a few though that
seem half way reasonable.  Some like the paddle/turkey dinner are
borderline.  The price seems too high now but if I get hungry enough I
might change my mind.  It would be nice to have a decent meal near or on
Christmas.
   There are two items that I feel are an easy "yes".  One says "Cage
removal for one hour".  I'm assuming this means I get to masturbate during
that time.  It's a big assumption but the price seems worth the gamble. 
It's attached to a tube of lube which probably means they want to fuck my
ass in exchange.  I put this item back on the tree where I can easily find
it later.
   The second card says "Newspapers for a week".  It is hardly what I would
normally consider a gift.  However, I'm desperate for information on the
outside world.  It has only been a couple weeks but it seems like years
have passed since I saw the outside world.
   What little TV I've gotten to watched has been nothing more than
comedies and other shows.  No news or anything like that.  This card is
attached to a long metal rod with a bunch of round bumps on it.  I have no
clue what this thing is used for but it looks benign enough.  It's only
about 8 or 9 inches long so it's too short to hurt much if they hit me with
it.  Plus, it's barely wider than a quarter inch so it's not going to hurt
if they stick it up my butt.  It's not sharp or anything so piercing me
with it isn't really possible either.
   I look at the alarm clock and see that I only have 5 minutes before
class starts.  I pull myself away from the tree and get up on my bed. 
However, when I turn the TV on I don't see my first class.  Instead, I see
Victor sitting on a couch by himself.  He is in one of the training rooms
that look just like mine.  At first I think I accidentally activated the
bluRay player.  However, it appears to be off.  I change the channel and
find Victor is on that channel also.
   Not sure what to do I turn back to the channel I'm supposed to be
watching and just sit there and stare at Victor.  I'm hoping that when
class starts the video feed will be switched over.  I wait and wait.  As I
sit there watching Victor I can't help but wonder what unlucky kid is going
to get his attention today.  Whose throat or asshole is going to get fucked
by his big brown Mexican dick?  It's only about a minute until class start
so I doubt I will get to witness any of it.  I actually feel a little
disappointed.
   The bell rings but the video doesn't change.  I'm about to go see if I
can find Casey when I notice movement on the screen.  Victor is motioning
to the camera for someone to walk over.  But I see no one there.
   "Get your ass in here Janice!" he finally growls at the camera.
   Holy shit!  He's talking to me!  That room isn't like my training
room... that IS my training room.  He seems impatient so I don't hesitate
to get out of bed and head his direction.  Butterflies are flapping around
in my tummy as I make my way to my training room.  He wouldn't call me in
there unless he planned to do something to me.
   Oh no!  Ray must have reported my escape attempt!  Now I'm really
nervous.  I stand outside the door for a few seconds and take some deep
breaths.  Then I walk in to face the music.
   I walk to a spot 3 feet in front of the couch and kneel down.  This is
what Drew had me do the other day and I assume it is normal protocol. 
Victor smiles so I'm guessing I did the right thing.
   "Come have a seat," he says as he pats the cushion next to him.
   He seems rather relaxed for someone that is about to punish me for an
attempted escape.
   "Well, did you practice?" he asks me.
   I give him a blank stare.  My mind is so focused on punishment for the
escape attempt that I have trouble processing this question.
   "I told you we would try deep throat next week," he explains.  "Well,
it's next week."
   I blush.  Doing something sexual with Victor had been the furthest thing
from my mind.  I'm extremely relieved though that it is this and not a
punishment.  Maybe Ray didn't report me after all.  I smile wide until I
catch myself and quickly remove it.
   "I practiced a little, Uncle Victor," I whisper.
   He doesn't ask how I practiced and I don't volunteer the information. 
What Danielle and I do is special.  It is just between Danielle and I...
and of course the video cameras and anyone that happens to be in the
observation room.  Okay, there is a chance he already knows anyway.
   I'm happy to see that he still has no problem with me referring to him
as my uncle.  With luck this will make him think of me more as a nephew
than a sexual object.  Granted, for all I know he has some kind of incest
fetish.  Heaven's knows everyone else in this place seems to have one.
   "Show me what you learned," Victor says as he leans back and spreads his
arms wide on top of the couch.
   My face turns beat red.  I can't believe Victor is asking me to do this.
Last week he said he would but I still can't believe it.  I guess I hoped
he would come to his senses and realize all this gay shit isn't right for
me.
   My hand shakes as I slowly reach over and start to unzip him.  I can
already see his huge bulge and know I'm going to have a hard time throating
him.  I swallow hard when I fish the huge thing out of his pants.  He's 8
inches long and 2 inches thick.  That's the same length as Drew is and only
a quarter inch thicker.  However, that quarter inch makes his dick look
much bigger.  I really wish I had those handcuffs right now.  Choking this
monster down without using my hands is going to be a serious challenge.
   "You know, I taught all your sisters how to suck dick," he tells me as I
pull his huge nuts out of his pants as well.
   I smile inside.  He must not have watched the video footage from the
past few days.  He isn't going to teach me how to suck dick like he did my
sisters.  Danielle already beat him too it.  Heck, he isn't even the first
man I've deep throated.  Drew was my first for that.  I almost laugh out
loud at the thought of what he would say if he found out two sissies beat
him to my throat.
   I of course don't have the balls to tell him this in words.  However, I
decide to show him with actions.  I will show him how much I've learned
already.  He will quickly realize someone else already nutted my throat.
   The thought of sucking Victor's dick still seems yucky but I don't dilly
dally around.  I go right in and start licking and slurping up all his
precum.  As I do this I notice his smell is much manlier than both Danielle
and Drew put together.  He has a strong musky smell with a little old spice
in the background.  His precum, while pretty tasteless, still somehow seems
manly like.  This is what I fantasized the first dick I deep throated would
smell and taste like.  Okay, that didn't sound right.  I don't fantasize
about sucking dick.  I just mean... well, you know what I mean.
   I lick his dick clean while bending over his side.  However, I quickly
find myself moving to my knees in front of him.  I can get much better
access this way.  I grab hold of his thick dick with my right hand and pull
it up and out of the way.  I give each of his huge nuts a gentle kiss. 
Then I attack them with my tongue.  I'm not satisfied until I've licked all
his manly musk off his sack.  I then suck one of his balls into my mouth.
It is so huge that it barely fits.  For a second I fear I might scrape it
with my teeth.  I manage though.
   Unfortunately, the fit is so tight that I really can't do much with the
nut.  Even my tongue can't wiggle around much in there.  I decide to just
suck on it a little in order to add just the slightest hint of pain with
his pleasure.  I pop it out and then do the same to the other nut.
   While I'm doing all of this my right hand is gently massaging his dick.
Not enough to get him off of course.  I just want to milk a little more
precum out of him.  It works.  My mouth sucks up a good tablespoon of the
stuff.
   "Oh!" Victor moans in pleasure as I suck the head of his dick into my
mouth.
   I move my hands away from his dick and slowly slide my lips downward. 
This gets another moan from him.  He brings his hands toward my head but I
push them away.  I know I won't be able to keep his hands off my head for
long, but for now I want to show him I can handle a dick without any
assistance.  It's probably not the best move though considering I'm not all
that sure I can actually handle his dick by myself.
   I gag hard when his dick hits the entrance to my throat.  That extra
quarter inch of thickness makes a HUGE difference... way more than I
expected.  I'm determined though.  I pull back until I stop gagging and
then press right back in.  I gag again but this time I don't stop.  I keep
pushing and pushing.  It is extremely uncomfortable as his huge slab of
meat slowly makes its way down my throat.
   I'm choking and gagging and tears are practically spraying out of my
eyes but I get that fucker all the way in.
   "Good girl!" Victor groans as I deep throat him.  "I told your daddy you
would be good at this."
   Well, so much for that victory.  I was so focused on showing Victor up
that I hadn't thought about how else my actions might be interpreted.  Now,
my only wish is to pull off his dick so I can give him a much more mediocre
experience.  However, when I go to pull back I feel his hand on my head
again.  I try to push it away but it isn't budging this time.  My throat
just promised him a good time and that is what he is going to have.
   My lungs start to burn before he finally lets me pull up.  I don't even
get all the way to the head before he is pushing me back down.  I only
managed to get a few breaths through my nose and it is far from being
enough.  I have a death grip on his legs as I try to push myself back up.
He easily holds me in place.  He even does a few short jabs into my throat
just to show how much control he has over me.
   He pulls my head up to the tip and then slams me back down.  He then
does it again and again.  The lack of oxygen turns me into nothing more
than a rag doll.  Once he senses this he pulls his dick half way out.  I
can breathe but just barely.  It is enough to stay alive and barely
conscious but not much more than that.  He starts humping up into my throat
from below.
   This is completely different than when I sucked Danielle and Drew.  I
was deep throating them.  Victor is fucking my throat.  The two may sound
the same but trust me, they aren't.  Not even close.  I'm quickly
discovering that Victor might have a few things to teach me after all.
   Victor gives my throat a very thorough fucking.  He humps up into me for
at least 5 or 6 minutes before he finally settles down.  He then moves his
hands away so I can take control again.  I pull my head up long enough to
take a few breaths and then slam my face back down.  I pull up and then
slam back down.  I start fucking my throat just as fast and hard as he just
did.  I know he will settle for nothing less.  It is uncomfortable and
requires a ton of willpower to force myself to do it.  However, it is worth
it.  With me doing it I have much better control over my breath.  If he
takes over again I will start suffocating once more.
   "This is how you suck a real man's dick.  I'm not going to settle for
some lovey dovey blowjob like your sissy boyfriends do."
   He doesn't say this out loud.  There is no need.  His message is very
clear.
   I fuck my throat on his dick for another 5 minutes before he feeds me
his load.  His dick is deep when it goes off and most of his jizz shoots
straight to my tummy.  However, I back off it before he can finish and let
the last couple spurts shoot over my tongue.  It's disgusting but for some
reason I want to taste it.  You know, just to see if it tastes just as
manly as last time.  And to kind of compare it to Danielle and Drew's
flavor.  It's not like I enjoy the flavor or anything.  I was just curious
is all.
   His cum definitely tastes manly.  It's bitter and strong... even more so
than I remember.  Danielle and Drew's flavor can't even compare.  Not that
this is a bad thing.  Danielle's cum is much sweeter.  I like his cum much
better.  Still, there is just something about Victor's manly taste that
sends a shiver through my body.
   "Not bad," Victor says as I finally pull my mouth off his dick and start
licking his balls and dick clean.  "A little more practice and I think you
will be giving your sisters a run for their money."
   My blush deepens.  I'm happy that he is pleased but it is still very
embarrassing to have done this with him.  The thought of becoming a better
cock sucker than my sisters isn't that pleasing either.
   After I'm done cleaning him I sit on the couch and try to wipe all my
tears away.  I'm startled when I hear someone step into the room.
   "Daddy!" I yell as I jump up from the couch and run to him.
   My ball weight bounces up and down as I run but it is worth it in order
to go into my father's arms.  I hug him tight and he hugs me back.  As I
hug him, I realize I'm acting like a sissy.  I don't care, it just feels so
good to be safe in his arms.
   "I want to go home," I tell him.
   "Shhh... don't worry honey," he tells me.  "You will get to come home
soon."
   Soon?  Today, tomorrow, next week, next month, three months from now...
what exactly is his definition of soon?  I want to ask him but he pulls
away from me and starts walking toward Victor.  I pull on my dad's shirt
hoping I can convince him to leave with me now.  He keeps walking.  As I
cower behind my dad I suddenly realize I'm acting the exact same way Amber
did in the BluRay video.  I stop in my tracks when I remember what happened
next in the video.  Sure enough, my dad shakes Victor's hand and sits on
the couch.  He then looks up at me and pats the cushion between them.
   Daddy is going to make me suck his dick!  I shake my head "no" but find
myself slowly walking to the couch.  It's just not in me to disobey my
father.  Besides, I already know I have no choice.  I can obey now or I can
get punished and obey later.
   I'm crying and my body is shaking as I sit down between them.
   "She's pretty good," Victor tells my father.  "Janice is a very fast
learner.  Either that or Jack was one of those closet homos.  Maybe he was
sucking football players off in the showers at school."
   "Watch what you say about my boy!" Dad growls.  "Jack was as straight as
they come.  Just like his father."
   "Sorry, man," Victor apologizes.  "I was just talking shit.  You're
right though, Jack was a good boy.  Just like Janice is a good girl."
   What the fuck are they talking about?!  I'm one in the same!  I'm not
liking this "Jack was", "Janice is" shit.  Do they actually think of me
this way or are they just trying to fuck with my head?  I guess it really
doesn't matter.  In either case it is clear I can't expect any help from my
father.
   "Show daddy how good of a girl you can be," Victor says as he nudges me
toward my dad.
   My whole upper body becomes pink as I turn toward my father.  I want to
look him in the face to see if he is blushing as well.  I know he won't
help me but it would mean a lot if I at least knew he is embarrassed and
ashamed of what he is about to do to me.  I'm too embarrassed to meet his
eyes though.  Instead I keep looking down at his lap.
   If he is ashamed it certainly doesn't prevent him from getting excited.
I can see the outline of his hard dick pressing against his trousers.  My
hand quivers as I reach over and slowly unzip him.  While I have seen his
dick several times in the past, it takes on a whole new light when it comes
into view this time.
   I start seeing details I never paid much attention to before... like its
exact size and shape.  It's about the same size as Victor's only with a
slight bend to the left.  Dad's nuts look much bigger also.  That is saying
a lot considering how big Victor's are.
   I jerk when I feel my dad's hand on my shoulder.  He rubs his hand back
and forth, almost lovingly.  Then he gently grabs hold of my neck and
nudges me toward his dick.  I go stiff.  He patiently waits for me to calm
down.  Then he applies pressure again.  This time I let myself be pushed
into place.
   "Be a good girl for daddy," dad whispers to me.
   This seems to be the company line around here.  It takes on new meaning
though now that my real dad is saying it.
   As I inch closer to his dick something drastic changes in my head.  For
the last couple weeks Jack has been brave and endured everything they could
throw at him.  Janice was always there to hold his hand but Jack never
cowered... not really.  Not even during his potty training.  Jack can't
deal with this though... he just can't suck his own father's dick.  Yet, he
knows there is no getting out of it.  So, he hides deep inside my head. 
This is something Janice will just have to do on her own.
   The next thing I know I'm breathing hard and hovering over my father's
dick.  His dick is soaked with my spit and I can taste his bitter cum in my
mouth.  Janice has just finished sucking him off.
   "Thank you Janice," I say to myself.
   While I'm thankful for Janice taking the brunt of this ordeal, I still
wish she would have finished swallowing his load and possibly licked him
clean before turning control back over to me.  I'm guessing this is
Janice's way of getting back at me for abandoning her.
   I close my eyes and force myself to swallow the last of my father's
load. As it slithers down my throat I think about hiding again and making
Janice finish this task.  It is very tempting.  And it had been so easy to
do earlier.  It had felt so good cuddled up in that dark warm spot.  The
only thing that keeps me from doing so is the fact that it had felt a
little too good.  I fear if I go there too often I might decide to never
come back.
   My blush deepens and I start crying as I lick my father's dick clean. 
This is so disgusting.  Almost as disgusting as what I know Janice did to
him just now.  Thankfully, the cleanup job only lasts a couple minutes and
I'm able to pull away.
   "Do you need me to bring any food or drinks over on Sunday?" Victor asks
as he puts his hand behind my head and pulls my face over to his lap.
   I want to struggle against Victor's grip but my brain and body are just
too weak from the last two blowjobs.  I part my lips and let him slide down
my throat again.
   "Maybe a couple six packs," my dad responds.  "Wife won't let me buy
anything but that light shit.  Says I need to lose some weight.  If you
bring some real beer over it would be impolite if I didn't drink some of
it."
   They both laugh at my dad's little plan.
   I can't believe they are making Christmas dinner plans and talking so
casually as I sit here face fucking myself with Victor's dick.  Don't they
realize how horrible this is for me?
   "Shit, your girl is good!" Victor moans as he interrupts their
conversation.
   "Yeah, I have to admit I'm pretty surprised she is doing so well so
quickly," my dad replies.  "She seems to have a taste for cum also.  Never
seen a girl this fresh swallow it down so eagerly."
   I feel utterly humiliated.  I've changed my mind.  Please go back to
talking about Christmas dinner.  Please don't talk about me anymore!
   It takes Victor 20 more minutes before he cums.  Luckily, they don't
talk about me that much more during this time.  Mainly they talk about
everything from the weather to sports.  They act like it is just another
day at the office for them... which I guess it is.
   "You want another shot at her?" Victor asks as I finish licking him
clean.
   I look up at my father.  Please no!  Please no!  Please no!
   "Tempting but I have 3 other daughters I have to attend too," dad
replies with a chuckle.  "I'll maybe pay her a visit later today or
tomorrow."
   "Are you sure?" Victor asks again.  "Lift your dress up girl and show
daddy your polka dots.  That will get him going again.
   I think Victor is just joking but when I don't comply he flips the front
of my skirt up for me.  I blush as they both look down at my newly plucked
groin.  The red dots are still there but they don't look as prominent as
they did yesterday.  I shudder as my dad's hand goes to my lap and he runs
his index and middle finger across my hairless skin.
   "Oh!" I groan as his fingers move to my balls.
   Dad gets more adventurous in this area.  All of his fingers explore my
nuts.  He even lifts and squeezes them gently.  It's uncomfortable but my
main problem with it is the fact that it is my dad doing it.
   "Have they started milking her yet?" my dad asks as he gives my cock
cage a tap.
   "You bet," Victor quickly replies.  "She cums at the drop of a hat also.
I've never seen a girl milk so much this early in their training.  If you
want we can take her plug out and milk her a little yourself."
   Victor seems a little too eager to get my dad's dick in one of my holes.
He might just be fucking with my head.  However, I think there is more
going on here.  Like maybe he is trying to ruin my dad's chances of
becoming my mentor.  I have to admit that it's a good plan.  I'm already
horrified with what I did with my father earlier... even if I can't
remember it.  I need time to process it all.  If I have to take him in one
of my holes again too soon I'm not sure I would ever mentally recover.
   And of course, with my dad out of the picture that would leave Victor in
the front running.  What Victor doesn't realize is that I've long since
decided against taking my father as my mentor.  All Victor is managing to
do is convince me he is a manipulative asshole.  Unfortunately, that
doesn't make him any worse than all the other candidates.
   I can tell my dad is interested but he turns the offer down.
   "Duty calls," he says as he tucks his cock back into his pants and zips
up.
   As they share parting words, Victor motions for me to go back to my
room. When I begin to walk away one of them gives my rump a little love
tap. I'm guessing it was Victor but I'm too embarrassed to turn and see. 
My main goal is to just get out of this room before my dad changes his
mind.
   As I leave the room it is extremely tempting to listen at the door.  It
would be nice to see if my dad is really on board with all of this or if he
was just playing along in order to keep his job.  I'm too scared though
that I would find out that he wasn't just playing along.  That he really
did like making me suck him off.  I decide it is best not to know.
   I almost run face first into the Dean as I turn to enter my room.  Fuck!
Can't a girl get a break around here?
   "Hello little girl," the Dean says with a smile.  "Did you enjoy daddy's
taste?"
   What a prick!  It's almost like he doesn't want me to pick him as my
mentor.  I have to admit though that with the Dean you at least know who
you are dealing with.  Unlike the doctor, Victor and even my dad, the Dean
doesn't try to pretend he is something he isn't.  Or, try to convince me
not to pick one of the others for this or that reason.  Still doesn't mean
I want him as a mentor.
   "Did daddy taste good?" the Dean asks again.
   The first time sounded rhetorical.  This time it is clear he wants an
answer.  I know that he is only going to be happy with one answer too.
   "Yes, sir," I whisper, hoping my dad doesn't overhear.
   "I can't hear you," the Dean growls.
   "Yes, sir," I say much louder this time.
   "Yes, what?" he counters.
   I know he isn't going to be happy until I say it all so I do.
   "Yes, daddy's cum tasted good," I say with a blush.
   I look toward my training room and pray my dad is not standing anywhere
near the door.  If so then he surely heard me.
   "Good girl," the Dean praises.  "Now strip down."
   I move toward the door but he doesn't move to let me pass.
   "Hurry!" he growls.
   I look back down the hall.  My dad still hasn't emerged from the room
yet.  I don't know what Victor is talking to him about in there but I'm
grateful.  I know the clock is against me so I strip down in record time.
Just my luck, right when the last of my clothes come off my dad walks into
the hall and looks my direction.  He gives a quick wave to the Dean and the
Dean nods back.
   "Go give your daddy a hug goodbye and thank him for letting you eat his
delicious cum," the Dean says and then continues in a growl.  "And tell it
to him EXACTLY like that."
   His voice makes me shiver in fear.  I don't hesitate and run into my
dad's arms once more.
   "Goodbye daddy," I whisper in shame.  "Thank you for... for letting me
eat your... your delicious cum."
   The humiliation is too great and I start crying and run back toward the
Dean.  My balls hurt on every step but I don't care.  I just want to find a
big rock and crawl under it.  Thankfully, the Dean is satisfied and lets me
pass on into my room.  I quickly climb up on my bed and bury my face in the
pillow.  How can the Dean be so mean?  I'll never be able to face my dad
again.
   I hear someone to the left of me.  I peek out and see the Dean has my
clothes and is putting them on my nightstand.
   "Quit being such a baby," the Dean says after a minute.  "Get out of the
bed and come to the door."
   As I approach the door once more I pry my dad is long gone.  The Dean
doesn't take me into the hall though.  He stops me right at the door.
   "You haven't been eating enough," the Dean begins.  "I've asked some of
the staff to help you with this problem."
   Again with this shit!  If they gave me some real food then I would
fucking eat it!
   "They are going to come visit you during their breaks and stuff," he
continues.  "When they knock on your door you are to come kneel in front of
this hole."
   At that, the Dean closes the door part way and pulls a latch on the side
of it.  A small section in the center of the door suddenly opens up leaving
a large 6 inch hole through the door.  It is obvious what I'm supposed to
do next but the Dean tells me anyway.
   "You are to suck them until they cum in your mouth," he informs me. 
"You are to try your best to deep throat them as much as possible. 
However, when they cum you are to pull back and collect it all in your
mouth.  You can swallow some of it if it starts to overflow your mouth but
you better have a full mouth full of it when they are done.  When they pull
away you are to put your mouth against the hole and open as wide as
possible so they can verify your feeding.  When they give you permission
you are to then swallow it and thank them for their delicious cum.  Do you
have all of that?"
   "Yes, sir," I reply as my face reddens.
   "Show me how you plan to kneel," he says as he closes the door with him
on my side of it.
   This seems stupid.  Kneeling is the easy part.  I do as requested
anyway. I get down on my knees about a foot from the door and then lean my
head toward the hole with my hands on either side of it.
   "Put your knees and thighs right up against the door," he informs me. 
"I want them hearing your cock cage rubbing and tapping against the door as
you suck them off."
   I do as ordered.  This position doesn't feel that natural.  The angle
will make deep throating a lot harder.  I will also have to arch my back a
bit on each outward stroke.
   "Good," he says as he pushes me to the side.
   I fall over and against the side of the tree.  The branches scrape my
back and the tinsel snaps at my skin.  I wait for the Dean to leave before
I try to get back up.  I almost give the door the finger but thankfully
remember the video camera.
   My next class will be starting in about 20 minutes.  The short break
will be nice.  I stand and start toward the bed.
   Knock.  Knock.
   Fuck!  I look back at the door in despair.  Sure enough, I see the
Dean's 9 inch long, 2.5 inch thick monster dick slide through the hole.
   I kneel down at the door but I already know that throating the Dean's
dick is impossible.  I'm certain the Dean knows this as well.  Danielle was
able to deep throat this dick by my age but he had years and years of
practice by then.  I've been at it for only 3 days.
   I scoot my knees up against the bottom of the door.  I make sure my cock
cage makes an audible knock as I push my hips against the door as well.
   The outer frame of the door is the same thickness as any other. 
However, the inner section of the door is only maybe a half inch thick. 
It's solid and sturdy but thin.  This fact probably seems trivial until you
have to suck a dick through an opening in it.  It's probably a full inch
thinner than the rest of the door.  That means an extra inch of dick poking
through the hole.  And that means an extra inch for my throat.  While I
have no plans of deep throating the Dean, the thinness of the door also
allows his balls to easily hang through the hole.  Now this I can work
with.
   The Dean doesn't have much precum yet so I decide to work on his nuts
first.  When my face moves in I take my customary whiff.  I quickly back
out.  The smell is very pungent.  Way stronger than it should be.  I
noticed the smell when I approached the door but I thought it had been my
imagination.  It is very real.  I fear the Dean must have forgotten to
shower this morning.  From the smell of it he might have forgotten
yesterday and the weekend as well.  Who can forget such a thing?
   Then it dawns on me that no one forgets to bathe.  It was a conscious
decision on his part.  I feel ill at the thought of how many days his dick
and balls have been percolating in his shorts.
   "It smells, sir," I say loud enough for him to hear through the door.
   I say it without thinking.  Of course it smells.  I'm sure that is the
whole point.  I still wait in hopes that maybe he doesn't realize this fact
and might let me off the hook.  Yeah, I'm clearly not thinking that
straight.
   I realize my mistake the second the dick starts to withdraw.  He's going
to come in and spank the shit out of me... or worse.  A little bit of pee
drips from my cage as I cower away from the door.  I'm surprised though
when the door doesn't open.  In fact, I hear him walking away.
   I peak through the hole and see him going into my old room across the
hall.  Oh shit!  Oh shit!  He's probably going in there to get a whip or
something.  Unless he is actually planning to wash his dick... which I
highly doubt.  When he comes out of the room he is carrying... well, I'm
not sure what it is.  Okay, I know what it IS... it's a 6"x6"x2" chunk of
metal with a handle on it.  What I meant to say is that I don't know what
it is used for.  I saw it days ago in one of the cabinets and assumed it
was some kind of door stop.  Well, he is bringing it toward my door but I
doubt it is used for what I thought it was.  I pray he doesn't plan to hit
me with it.  It's big enough that it could break bones.
   When he reaches the door it doesn't open like I expect.  Instead, his
smelly dick and balls come through the hole once more.  Thank God!  He's
giving me a second chance.  I quickly slide up against the door again.  The
smell is horrid but I know I have to be the bestest girl possible for him
if I want to avoid punishment.
   However, before I can start licking him clean I feel someone behind me
push my nuts hard against the door.  It hurts like hell but I'm mainly
shocked that someone else is in my room.  I'm shocked further when I look
back and find no one there.  Very puzzled, I try to pull away from the
door. However, I can't.  The ghost is pressing my cock cage and ball weight
too hard.  I wave my hand behind me at the invisible entity but find
nothing but air.
   It's happened!  I've finally completely lost my mind.  Is that you
Janice?  Are you doing this to me?  Why?  I'm sorry if I upset you earlier
with my dad.  I won't leave you like that again, I promise.
   I've known for days now that my mind is becoming a tiny bit unbalanced.
Whose wouldn't?  Have I really slipped this far though?  It doesn't seem
possible.  I don't feel that much different.
   Something suddenly dawns on me.  Only the ball weight and cock cage are
being pushed against the door.  My balls are being mashed against it
because of the angle but it is the weight pushing them there.  It's a
magnet!  The large chunk of metal the Dean has is a magnet and he has it
against the door on the outside.  Only the Dean would think of such a
horrible thing.
   My thought process only takes 20 seconds or so but the Dean is an
impatient man.  Now my balls are not only pushed against the door but are
now slowly being pulled downward.  It's clear he has let go of the magnet
and gravity is doing the rest.  The only thing keeping it from just jetting
to the ground is the attraction through the door and the friction of the
door material itself.
   I spread my knees wider so I can lower my waist a little and ease the
pain.  However, after 3 inches I realize I have to hold my ground.  If I go
any further I won't be able to service the Dean's dick.  If I'm unable to
do that then he will probably leave me pinned to the door for the rest of
the day.  He might even open the door and take the whip to me as well.
   The ball weight pulls down on my nuts at least 5 times its normal weight
before it finally stops moving downward.  My balls are being pushed against
the door and down so hard that it makes me nauseous.  The Dean's nasty
smelling groin only makes it worse.
   I don't want the Dean to become even more irate, so I start licking at
the head of his dick.  The smell is least offensive there.  The taste is
just as strong and disgusting as I expect.  It's also very salty.  It's no
doubt sweat residue.  Knowing him he probably worked out every day just to
make his dick and balls as rank as possible.
   As I lick his dick clean, I hear the large magnet moving against the
door again.  This time though it is moving up.  I ponder how the Dean could
stand against the door and move the large magnet around at the same time.
It dawns on me that he must have someone out there helping him.
  
Jack1_2