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Subject: {ASSM} Working at the Institute, Part 1  (M/fffff+,F/M, exhib, oral, rim, anal, 
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{ASSM} Working at the Institute, Part 1  (M/fffff+,F/M, exhib, oral, rim, 
anal, sci-fi, mild D/s, mild bondage)

I looked at my watch.  8:30.  I was gonna be late, and there really wasn't 
anything I could do about it.  I stood on the train watching other 
passengers come and go, and I tried to think up a little white lie.  I'd 
never been late before, so maybe my boss, Ms. Stiles, would be lenient.  I 
couldn't lose this gig, I just couldn't!  It had taken me years to land the 
position I'd wanted my whole life, and I wasn't about to lose all that 
because of a silly thing like missing my train.

We reached the Institute station, and I got off the train along with several 
others.  I didn't recognize any of them, so they were probably clients.  I 
whisked through security, with a nod to Bobby.

"Running a little behind today, sir?"

"Yeah, Bobby, thanks for noticing."

"Maybe there'll be an opening upstairs soon.  Better polish up my resume."  
He grabbed his crotch and laughed.  If I'd been in a better mood, I'd have 
laughed too, but I was too nervous.  I just grimaced and went inside.

I took the express elevator to the 27th floor where my station was.  C'mon, 
c'mon.  I thought express was supposed to mean fast!

At last, the doors opened, and I jetted out into the hallway.  Not too fast, 
though.  I didn't want to draw too much attention.  I slid into the locker 
room after a quick retinal scan, and thumbed the print scanner on my locker. 
  Good, the room was empty.  Guess I was the only schmuck who was late.

I grabbed my things and headed to decontamination.  I walked into the 
pristine steel room and dropped my clothes into a disposal chute.  Damn, I'd 
liked those slacks, too... not too tight through the waist.  Oh well, I'd 
just tell the computer to make the adjustment to my future pants orders and 
they'd all fit like that.

"Computer, stage one," I spoke to the empty chamber as I stepped into the 
center of the room.

The sexy female voice responded with, "Good morning, Tommy.  Glad you could 
make it to work today."

"Let's just get on with it, okay, Liz?"  The computer was a Liz 9000 model.  
I swear they were making them too much like people these days.  Whatever 
happened to that paranoia people used to have about computers taking over 
the world?  Guess they forgot about it when those machines couldn't even 
manage to check you out at the grocery store without mistakes.

"Ohhhh, touchy touchy, baby.  Momma just wants to keep you here.  I love 
seeing you every day."

Great.  A bazillion computers in the world and I have to work with the only 
one that develops crushes.  They'd tried to weed it out of her software, but 
it hadn't really worked.

"Don't worry, Liz.  I'm gonna be here for a while, yet.  I enjoy it too much 
to ever get the boot.  And besides, you still can't have me anyway.  All you 
can ever do is watch."

"I know.  It's just that I sooooo enjoy watching you, Tommy.  I love seeing 
you be my naughty boy."

"Well, get ready for an eyeful.  They're bringing in the new classes today.  
That's always a real treat.  Can we get on with decon please?"

"Mmmmm, sure, baby.  Just stand still where Momma can see you."

I was nearly thirty and this machine insisted on playing her ageism fetish.  
Oh well, whatever cranked her gears.

I slid on my goggles, and stood completely naked in the center of the steel 
cylinder.  I felt the rush as electricity filled the air, and all the hairs 
on my head stood straight up.  I'd had all the rest of my body hair removed, 
or those hairs would have been standing up too.  Ahhh, this always felt 
good.  What a way to start the day.

Air began to rush through from the floor grating that was kept at a constant 
98.6 degrees for comfort.  In fact, all of the institute had been designed 
with the comfort of it's workers in mind, Never mind about the clients.  If 
they got hot, they could always drop their gear too.

"Starting phase two, baby."

Several steel rails raised around me, forming a tube of circles from just 
above my head to the floor.  At wrist height, the tube was rubberized for me 
to grip.  I grabbed hold, and Liz's sensors told her I was holding on.

The tubes began to spray me down with a slippery decon chemical that felt 
like warm beer.  It foamed and fizzed on my naked body, and once again 
managed to make my sizeable cock stiff.

"Mmmmm, babyyyyyy."  Liz loved hard cocks.  I wondered if they got her 
original matrix from a porn star...or maybe a hooker.

Abruptly, the fizzing stopped, and the wind tunnel began again.

"Retracting cage, baby boy, but don't you retract anything."

In a few moments I was dry, along with the rest of the chamber, and the side 
door opened.

"Thanks, Liz.  You were soooooo gooooood today," I teased the machine.

"Um, baby, I uh..."

Liz seemed to struggle for the words as I turned toward the opening door.  
As I got to the door, I saw what she was trying to warn me about.  Stiles.  
She stood in the doorway holding my stim suit over her folded arms.

"This way, Tommy.  We need to talk."

She turned and headed through the mirrored dressing area back into the 
locker room holding the only article of clothing I had available to me.  I 
padded along naked behind her, noticing her sexy tight ass in her skin-tight 
shiny black dress.  Damn, those Asian women always had tight asses, and I 
had to admit that if Ms. Stiles hadn't been my boss, I'd have been hot to 
get a little of that action.  As it was, she'd had me perform for her a time 
or two...all of the supervisors had that privilege, but she'd never touched 
me.  She'd just wanted to exercise her power and get a free show.

"Sit down, Tommy."  I did as she said, resting my bare ass on the warm 
leather bench beside my locker.  She threw the stim suit at me.

"You were eight minutes late today, and we have a new classes coming in.  
What the fuck?"  Damn her.  She was chewing me out and all I could think 
about was her sexy wet mouth.  My cock started to get hard, even though I 
was willing it down.  That never worked in high school, and it wasn't 
working now.

"I, well, it was a mistake, Ms. Stiles.  Won't happen again.  I swear.  I 
just missed my train.  They changed the schedules and I forgot.  That's 
all."

She glanced at my rising boner and leaned over, knowingly exposing her fat 
cleavage to me.  Most asian girls didn't have much up top, and I liked 
little tits just fine, but to climb to a position of power?  She'd 
definitely had them done, and they were fantastic.

"Don't you dare grow a throbber while I'm talking to you!  I ought to have 
you fired right now!  In fact, I would were it not for the extra load we've 
incurred this season.  Seems more girls than boys are in the program this 
year, so I need every hard cock I can hire.  You lucked out, Tommy, but it 
won't happen again.  Understand me?"

She slid a gloved hand over my chest as I nodded.

"Good.  Then come by my office after your shift and you can make it up to 
me."  And with that, she turned and swayed her delicious ass out of the 
locker room and into the hall.  I perked up when I realized that she was 
both not going to fire me AND she was going to play with me later.  I 
couldn't wait.

I slid into the skin tight stim suit, making sure the electrical contacts 
landed in their proper places on my body.  The suit looked like super tight 
black latex, but was actually a full-contact electro-polymer interface that 
allowed the Institute systems to remain in constant contact with my body.  
It was an interactive system in that the system both sent and received data. 
  My body was manipulated into a state of stimulation whenever the 
instructors needed it, and the stim would last for several hours even after 
the suit had been completely removed.  That way, I could do my job without 
any fear of performance anxiety, and none of the clients would be scarred by 
the fact that I hadn't been attracted to them, even though that was 
sometimes the case.

These days, I'd been assigned to the 27th floor, and so far, I'd truly 
enjoyed it.  The 27th floor was dedicated completely to the Institute's 
education programs for school-aged patrons.  What that meant was that there 
were several divisions that taught everything from basic anatomy to 
full-contact sexuality, depending on the ages of the students and the 
aptitude levels they'd been tested in at.  I remember going through my first 
such program when I was in school, and marveling at the awful stories of the 
past.  There were stories about how people had sold themselves in the 
streets, and how disease had decimated the world population...stories about 
how religious officials banned pornography and birth control in favor of 
abstinence...stories of how people didn't really understand their own 
sexuality and sexual preferences.  I know, it boggles the mind doesn't it?  
In the 22nd century, it's hard to imagine those times ever existed, but they 
did.  I'm just glad I'm a part of the solution.

The Institute had been developed over twenty years ago as a way to educate 
people about their own sexuality.  It was fully funded by taxpayers, even 
though the wealthy often got special perks.  I'd heard that one computer 
financier who shall remain nameless had arranged to get butt-fucked by fifty 
women wearing strap-ons.  Word in the locker room said he'd bathed in a tub 
filled with their piss too, but that's just a rumor.

For now, I was assigned to what was lovingly referred to as the Junior High 
unit.  Not all the kids who walked onto the floor were of Junior High 
age...some were older and some were younger, but all of them were at a point 
in their development where they'd been deemed ready for contact.  What that 
meant for me was that every day, I got to indulge the rampant teen lust of 
girls who were on the brink of womanhood.  I never really got to fuck any of 
them, but I was put on display for them and used as a demonstration model, 
then they were allowed to make requests of me, and fondle me with their 
smooth hands or eager mouths.  At the end of each day, one student got 
selected to be indulged in private, and whatever they wanted, I was to give 
them.  So far, my raging hardon had been the first to penetrate over 500 
lucky little pussies.  We all kept track with marks inside our lockers, 
although the practice had been officially frowned upon.  Let's just say, I 
loved my job more than life itself.

The only downside, if there was a downside, was the fact that those of us 
who worked at the Institute weren't allowed to have sexual relationships 
outside of work.  If we decided to apply, we could possibly land a long-term 
demo contract with another employee, effectively limiting our sexual selves 
to one another during demonstration sessions, but most of us were very happy 
with the idea of multiple partners, and very satisfying sex lives at work.  
I often got to come three or four times a day, and thanks to the supplements 
we were fed, my balls ached when I didn't get to drain them regularly.  If 
you were as into sex as I was, there was nothing better than working at the 
Institute.  Period.

I walked down the hallway, adjusting my cock as I was joined by Ray.  Ray 
had been hired about a year before me, and had worked all over the building 
before ending up in the Junior High unit.  We both agreed, there was no 
greater gig in the universe.  He was a thirty-ish African American, with 
deep black skin and muscles that the girls ached to fondle.  He was also a 
good friend.

"How ya, doing, partner," asked Ray.  I guessed that word had gotten around 
about me being late when I didn't show up for breakfast.

"Hey Ray!  I'm great, man.  Even got a special session with the bitch today 
after work."

"What?!  Man, if that doesn't take it!  I been trying to be her slut for 
years now, and here you go and fuck up, and she calls you in to play!  Man, 
life just ain't fair!"

"Maybe she just isn't into the chocolate, man.  You know how it is.  
Everybody's got their own desires.  It's not like it's a slap in the face or 
anything.  And anyway, I heard that Josie was considering you for her office 
boy position!"

I elbowed him in the ribs and he laughed.  Everyone knew that the 
institute's director, Josie O'neal was mainly into pussy.  Like I said, 
everybody's got their own desires.  I never knocked anything that got 
somebody off, as long as it was all consensual.

"Well, if she is," he retorted, "she's just gotta know I'm not gonna go 
tranny for her!"

We laughed uproariously.  "Dude, you'd be the ugliest girl ever!"

"Hey!  I have my womanly ways!"

I clapped him on the back as we walked into the darkened room.  Our office.  
Well, that's what we called it.  It was dimly lit, and soft, ambient music 
was playing.  The walls and floor were covered with a curved skin of blue 
leather, and along the far wall were several plexi tubes a meter or so in 
diameter.

"So, you in the mood to take the bet today, white boy?"

Ray grinned at me as I stretched, waiting for our cue.  He always wanted to 
bet that he'd get more white girls than I did.  The way each session worked, 
we'd randomly enter the tubes, and when the instructor wanted us in the 
classroom, she'd signal and we'd get shunted up into the display area.  At 
first we'd be encased while the teacher had us display ourselves for the 
girls, but later the tubes would open, and we'd get to be played with.  Each 
classroom was equipped with five tubes, and each of the five men who worked 
the room would be physically fit, but also different from each other.  
Different enough to allow the girls to find a racial and physical 
preference.  The girls could mill around, observing any of us, but it was 
clear by the time we got to be touched, which girls liked which guy.  It was 
sorta like a game of who's your favorite Beatle.

"Naw, man," I laughed, "One good look at that fucking reptile of yours and 
they all wanna ride you!"

"So why don't you get an extension, Mr. Jealous?"

"I thought about it, but, man, no matter how safe they say it is, I still 
worry about somebody cutting my cock, you know?"

"Hey, preaching to the converted here, man.  Anyway, they love it when they 
look at it or grab it, but lots of `em hate it inside them.  Even Angie 
complained first time I nailed her in a demo."

"Angie, the bottomless cunt?!"  Angie was a little older than us, but still 
had a craving for cock that put a lot of the younger girls to shame.  It was 
amazing how many boys wanted to fuck her from the first moment they saw her.

"The one and the same.  She's pretty tight, though.  I think the nickname's 
just to scare the boys."

I was about to continue our silly conversation when the amber lights over 
the tubes flashed on behind me.  Ray pointed at them.

"We're on deck."

"So where are the other guys?"

"I don't know.  I saw Sal down the hall and he said he'd been reassigned."

I shrugged.  It wasn't unusual for reassignments to occur, but it WAS 
strange not to have a full compliment of five on the first day of new 
classes.

I made sure my suit was secure and I backed into my tube.  I nestled myself 
in, the padded panels flexing to accept my broad shoulders.  Ever since 
being teamed with Ray, I'd started working out more frequently.  I think it 
was finally paying off.

Liz's voice came over speakers buried in the unit.  "Time to play, baby.  
Can't wait to see what they have you do today.  Too bad there's not a class 
for us virtuals.  I'd love to have you inside a hot data port."

"Thanks, Liz.  I think."  A steady beeping had begun, meaning we could be 
called up at any moment.  Usually the teachers liked to run a few tests by 
the students themselves, just to double-check that they all belonged at that 
level, but there were rarely any errors.  The filtering systems usually 
designated the pupils' abilities very accurately.

DING.

A little tone sounded in my tube, and the light over my head got brighter.  
We'd been called up.  My pulse pounded a little harder as my mind filled 
with lustful thoughts of nubile young girls.  I was their toy and damn proud 
of it.  I held on as my tube moved upwards steadily until it was at floor 
level, and I was surrounded by a large group of wide-eyed teenage girls.  
They'd been promoted to this level, so they'd seen naked men before, but 
they always seemed amazed by the possibility of seeing more...of doing more.

They gathered around the tubes, each in a little uniform that accented her 
delicious young body.  They were all braless, and wearing a tight little 
half-tank-top in white.  Some were so well developed, their pendulous 
breasts would bobble out of the bottom of the shirts when they moved.  They 
were also given the smallest tightest short shorts I'd ever seen, all in 
bright white latex.  They had zippers than ran the full length from the top 
button to the top of their asscrack, and each girl wore tiny white thong 
panties underneath.  In addition, each was wearing a white leather bondage 
collar along with wrist and ankle cuffs.  These weren't so much for use in 
class as to make the girls feel that they'd advanced to the next level.  
They were like merit badges, though they could come into play if a 
particular girl wanted to try some BDSM, or if any of them got too far out 
of line during class.  Looking around the room, I immediately spotted 
several girls who would make my day if they fondled me.  But, to be honest, 
I wanted them all.  I wanted to be their slutboy and bring them all to 
earth-shattering orgasms for days on end.

I looked across the room and saw that Ray had been called up, too.  Both of 
us were still in our stim suits, and our clear tubes rotated slowly to give 
all the girls a good look.  The teacher was Ms. Neubold.  She was a German 
domme who'd used me a time or two herself.  I wasn't a total submissive, as 
I loved topping sweet young pussy, but I had to admit I enjoyed being her 
fucktoy.  She was around 40 years old, but her body was that of a 25 year 
old.  She showed it off in tight black latex, and completed her outfit with 
a red latex corset that shrank her waist to an astounding degree.  In the 
corset, her hips and ass were magnificent, and certainly made her stand out 
to this giggling group of girls whose hips had just begun to assert 
themselves.

"As you can see, girls, our boys today are Ray and Tommy - two prime 
specimens of manhood that should provide for a wonderful day of education 
for you all.  As you know, the two girls who are deemed to be most ready for 
the experience will get two hours with one of these fine studs after 
school...tomorrow."

Whines of displeasure from all around as the girls realized no one would 
have us today.

"Girls, girls! Quiet!"  When the whining didn't immediately subside, Ms. 
Neubold slapped a riding crop against her own thigh with a SMACK!

I rotated in the pod as Ms. Neubold lectured.  "I want all of you to notice 
the sleek line of these two men in particular.  Notice the way their backs 
are wide at the top, then narrow at their waist only to flare out again at 
their ample asses.  That shape denotes the prime of human maledom, and while 
many men who are quite satisfying lovers and mates do NOT have this shape, 
the men who DO are the stuff of our sexual cores.  We lust for their erect 
cocks."

She pushed a button on her console and the stim suit went to work, urging my 
fat cock to its full size inside the tight latex.  I adjusted it forward on 
my thigh so the drooling little girls could get a good preview of what was 
to come, so to speak.

"If you gaze upon these fully erect specimens and do not feel the urge to 
mount their poles, please speak to me during the break, and we'll try to fit 
you into the lesbian class."

That was a bit of a joke.  At the junior high stage, very few girls really 
thought of themselves as lesbians, even though many would gladly have sex 
with a girlfriend if the opportunity presented itself.

"Does anyone have any questions so far?  And, please, girls, keep to the 
subject at hand."

A cute blonde girl with long frizzy hair raised her hand.

"Yes, Margie?"

"Mistress, I was wondering how something that large..," she pointed directly 
at Ray's sizable pecker, now swollen in his pants, "...is supposed to fit in 
my vagina."

The other girls giggled, and Ms. Neubold slapped the crop again.  "Girls, 
`vagina' is a perfectly acceptable term, as is pussy, snatch, quim, and, of 
course, cunt.  To answer your question, Margie, you'd be surprised what will 
fit in a well-lubricated cunt, but even then, a man like Ray may be too much 
for a girl to take.  In that case, you may well get off on as much as you 
can take as long as the man isn't insistent on slamming you full with every 
stroke.  Some women actually get off on the biggest dicks slamming them 
full.  Pain can sometimes be a powerful aphrodisiac."

The girls made notes in their palm-tops, but mostly continued to ogle us 
through the clear tubes.

"Any other questions?  No?  Well, then, I suppose you'd all enjoy a little 
show, so if you'll all please sit at the feet of your chosen specimen, we'll 
proceed with the unveiling.  Gentlemen."

With that, the lights fell, except for the overhead spotlights inside the 
tubes.  I could see the girls choosing their seats carefully, making sure 
they were closest to the man they'd most like to observe.  As was usual, it 
was pretty much an even split.

I signaled to Ms. Neubold, and she pressed a series of buttons on her 
control panel, then grinned at me as she hit the final key sequence.  The 
overhead lights brightened on us in the tubes, and I could feel the heat 
emanate off of them.  The stim suit pulsed a wave of energy through my body 
and I was overwhelmingly horny in a matter of seconds.  No, not 
horny...aching, throbbing, CRAZY to fuck!  All I could think about was the 
need to shove my cock into any wet hole I could find.  I began to grind my 
body against the plexiglass as the music began to rise through the speakers 
in the room.  I looked down into the eyes of a very sexy young teen, who 
adjusted her position on the floor so she could slide her hands over her 
crotch.  Her mouth hung open, and she was breathing harder as she watched my 
fat rod grow even fatter against my thigh.

The stim suits were very tight, but when they were activated, they became 
even tighter, accentuating every muscle as I ground my hips and cupped my 
hands behind my head.  The music was ambient at first...little more than a 
series of bass tones designed to set the stage for what was to come.  But, 
then, with a smash, the bottom end was filled with a driving pulse that 
permeated my body to the bone.  On that smash, I grabbed the suit zipper, 
and snatched it down, exposing my body down to my shaven pubic area.  The 
suit was still clinging, but that narrow strip of exposed flesh that the 
zipper had covered teased all the girls enough to make them all sit up a 
little closer.

I reached up and pulled my shoulders out of the jumpsuit, turning around so 
the girls could see my back.  I writhed out of the arms, and let the thin 
latex fall, exposing the top of my ass crack to them.  I ground my hips 
harder as the music filled out and became a driving, lusty force.  My mind 
was all but lost in the haze of lust and music and nakedness, and I turned 
again, exposing my upper body almost to the base of my cock.  I stroked my 
throbbing meat through the tight shiny latex, and licked my arm, aching to 
taste skin.  Every time I saw a replay of one of my programs, I was amazed 
by how well the suit manipulated my already horny body into new heights of 
sexual frenzy.  At that moment, I would have fucked anyone, or anything, 
that was willing to have my tool thrust inside them.  I would have done 
ANYTHING sexually.  I would even have gotten butt-fucked if someone had 
presented the idea at that moment.  The company who manufactured the stim 
suits had marketed them with the tag line, "Any Fuck In A STIM," but it 
hadn't really caught on.  I still had a sticker proclaiming that on my 
locker.

Fortunately, I was surrounded by supple young flesh, and their nubile bodies 
made me yearn to be had by them all.  I could see their little nipples 
hardening in the T-shirts, and several girls were openly massaging their 
clits through the tight latex short shorts.  In a class like this, anything 
was allowed, and I'd even had several students who liked to play with each 
other while watching me.  During my training sessions, I'd have shot my load 
while under the stim suit's influence if I'd watched those two fourteen year 
olds with their hands on each others twats in front of me, but that was 
before the implants.  Now, we each had a nano-implant that inhibited our 
ability to orgasm.  We could be kept hard and horny for hours on end, and 
could only ejaculate when the instructor had released the chemical grip of 
our implants.  We'd still drip pre-come fairly frequently, which pleased our 
audience to no end, but no real come shots until commanded to squirt.  Last 
year, our facility hosted a tour by a college sorority, and the tour guide 
had had me mounted by all of them until they were satisfied.  I believe 
there'd been more than thirty girls between the ages of seventeen and 
twenty-one who I'd been fucked by that day, but I lost count in my orgiastic 
stim trance.  Over thirty hot young girls, and I didn't come until allowed 
to with the president of the sorority at the end of the demo.  She was 
practically bathed in it.

The music in the classroom was turned up a notch, and I reached into my suit 
to reposition my cock.  I ground my hips harder, and made my fat purple cock 
head pop out at the top of my zipper.  It glistened with my sweat, and 
sounds of approval echoed through the room.  I teased the little girls, and 
slowly slid the suit down may legs, careful to obscure their view of my 
throbbing cock with my body as I bent to pull the suit over my feet.

I stood up on the downbeat, and my cock bobbled in front of me, perfectly 
smooth like the rest of my body.  My ball sack drew up tight, forming a hard 
knot at the base of my dick, and the girls just moved closer and stared, 
oooooh's and ahhhhh's all around.  It was during moments like this one that 
I loved my life.  I turned in the pod, and continued to dance for the girls. 
  I wanted them to get turned on for me.  I wanted to make them all want me 
so badly they could hardly stand not having their mouths all over me.  I 
wanted to be their fucktoy soooo badly.

I danced like the slutboy I was, and made my body available to the girls.  I 
showed them every inch of my naked skin, bending over and spreading my 
cheeks to reveal my little asshole.  I ached to have them tongue me.  I 
wanted those little girl tongues bathing me, and I ached even more from 
knowing that it would probably happen.

I looked at Ms. Neubold through my half-closed eyes, imploring her to let 
the girls have me.  Instead, she turned the music down a little bit, and 
addressed the girls.

"As you can see, girls, these are indeed prime specimens.  Their cocks are 
over eight inches long, but you should know that length has very little to 
do with your pleasure.  Yes, long cocks are gorgeous and they look very 
sexy, but a cock's girth is much more important than its length.  A 
relatively short, but very thick cock will feel much better inside your 
cunts than a longer cock that's not very thick.  The thicker cocks will make 
you feel as though you're being stretched wide open with each hard thrust, 
but extremely long cocks will simply make you uncomfortable."

She looked over at the girl who'd asked the size question earlier.  "Margie 
is very perceptive.  A long cock can feel good, as I said, Margie, but it 
requires control from it's owner.  Eight inches is pretty much the maximum a 
woman's cunt can take comfortably.  I, myself, prefer them around seven 
inches long, but each of you will develop your own preferences."

Ms. Neubold walked over to stand beside the console again.

"Since you were the only girl with enough curiosity to voice her thoughts, 
Margie, you may be the first to explore the stud of your choice.  Which of 
my boys would you prefer to touch?"

The other girls moaned their disappointment as Margie stood, her tight 
little nipples burrowing holes in her top.  She was looking at me and 
practically drooling on herself.  She pointed at me, and announced, "I want 
Tommy."  She smiled and rubbed her crotch, her wetness drooling out of the 
leg of her shorts.

"Mmmmm.  Very well.  Tommy?"

I eyed Ms. Neubold with all the lust in my heart and responded, "Yes 
mistress?"

"When I open your tube, you'll be Margie's toy."

"Ohhhh yesssss mistresssssss," I moaned.  I looked at Margie, and she met my 
gaze.  I thought I could probably lose myself in that long blonde hair.  I 
found myself wondering if she had much pubic hair, and whether or not it was 
blonde too.

"Margie," said Ms. Neubold, "Tommy is yours for the next five minutes, then 
the rest of the girls will get to join in.  Make the best use of your time."

"Yes, Mistress," said Margie.  She was trembling slightly, and I wanted her 
to have me.  I wanted her to use me as her fuck toy.  I looked over and saw 
that Ray was also naked before his own gaggle of girls, and he was steadily 
stroking his huge black meat, to their delight.

Ms. Neubold hit a series of buttons on her console and I heard a hiss as the 
seal of the tube was broken.  The tube opened, leaving me naked in a room of 
students.  Margie stepped up, eager to begin.

"Very good, Margie.  You may begin."

Margie smiled and moved towards me.  I licked my lips, and waited for her 
touch.  Her soft young hands immediately massaged my bare chest, and she 
slid them down toward my cock.  She gripped my cock in both hands and 
tiptoed up to kiss me.  I leaned down and opened my mouth, tangling tongues 
with her.  She stroked me with vigor as she shoved her sweet tongue into my 
mouth, then she licked my lips and slid her tongue down my body to my left 
nipple.  She sucked it in as she continued to explore my cock with her 
hands, then she licked her way down my stomach as she straddled my left 
thigh and ground her cunt against me.  She grabbed my cock even tighter, and 
a little moan escaped her lips as she leaned over to taste the pre-come that 
was dribbling out.  She slurped it up, and looked up at me, my shiny juice 
on her pink lips as she gripped my rod like a baseball bat.  She held onto 
my cock as she looked it over, fingering the fat head, and driving me crazy. 
  She held my balls, and felt their shaved softness, then dropped to her 
knees and nuzzled them while holding my cock in her free fist.

"Time."  It was Ms. Neubold.  Margie knew better than to argue, but I could 
see the cravings in her eyes.

"Yes, Mistress."  Margie stood, and released my throbbing tool.  It bobbled 
up and down, and I eagerly awaited more.  Margie stepped back and knelt on 
the floor where she'd been before.  She rubbed her lips with her finger, and 
several girls around her whispered.

"And now, the rest of you will get your chance with these studs."  I could 
almost hear the collective sigh.  "It is important that you all get the 
opportunity to explore my boys' bodies, so mind your manners.  Show me how 
well-behaved you all are."

Ms. Neubold pressed another series of switches, and Ray's tube released.  We 
towered over these young girls, but we were their prey.  They would all get 
a chance to explore our bodies with their hands and mouths before the class 
was over, and this group definitely looked like they were up to the task.

"When I give you permission, I want all of you to feel up the stud of your 
choice.  Get your hands on them.  Explore their bodies.  Taste their skin.  
They are here as tactile aids to your sex education, so put them to good 
use.  And remember, no shoving, no hogging the studs' genitalia, and no 
wallflowers.  I looked at all of your records before you were admitted to 
this section, and I don't think I have cause to worry, but I expect full 
participation.  Understood?"

A small teen with a short dark pageboy cut and skin that looked like milk, 
locked her eyes on mine, and wet her puffy pink lips.  I soooo wanted her to 
suck me dry.

"Very good, girls.  You may begin."  And with that, Ms. Neubold turned the 
music up louder, and sat back in her leather sling chair to enjoy the show.  
This was all like foreplay to her, since she knew she'd be the one Ray and I 
ejaculated for after the lessons were done.

A crowd of girls converged on me, and I, once again, clasped my hands behind 
my head to give them full access to my body.  Soft little hands caressed me 
everywhere, and I groaned as one bold girl inserted her finger in my 
asshole.  She squealed with glee when I clamped down on her finger, and she 
had to struggle to remove it.

Several girls went straight for my throbbing erection, and caressed the 
entire length with their hands.  I moaned, loud and low, and their eyes got 
wider.  One bold red-headed girl with lots of freckles sat between my legs 
and licked my balls, getting them wet and slippery.  She smiled up at me, 
and I was glad she hadn't snagged her braces on my sack.  God, I loved being 
the object of such unleashed desire.  I loved being their first cock.  Well, 
first for most of them.

The girls surrounded me, and pretty soon, their lust gave way and their 
little mouths were all over me.  Slippery pink tongues caressed every inch 
of me.  Two girls had latched onto my hard nipples, and were sucking to beat 
the band, their wily tongues weaving a spell on my lust-drenched brain.  An 
asian girl was the first who was bold enough to lick my cock, and she did so 
as if it were a big popsicle.  I pumped out another spurt of pre-come, and 
it ran down my cockhead into her open mouth.  She ran her tongue over her 
lips, and smiled to her friend, thinking that she'd coaxed it out of me.  
She had, to a degree, but the real culprits were the two girls behind me who 
kept slurping my ass crack and my cheeks, alternately shoving their tongues 
up my asshole.  My legs began to shake, so I dropped to my hands and knees, 
and was swarmed by young flesh.

The girls weren't allowed to undress this early in the course, but several 
of them were humping any part of me they could reach.  One girl 
tongue-kissed me while her friend buried her very long tongue in my ass, and 
slurped away at my rim.  A black girl grabbed the back of my head, and 
pushed my face into her latex-covered crotch.  I could feel her hard little 
clit on my mouth as she humped my face, and eventually came.  She screamed 
and convulsed, wrapping her yummy brown thighs around my head, and her 
delicious pussy juice ran down her inner thigh.  I slurped it up and she 
kissed me, sucking her own musky flavor off my lips and tongue.

I crouched back on my haunches, and three girls descended on my dick, 
drooling all over me as they struggled to get me in their mouths.  I was so 
glad I couldn't come, because I would have when that first girl ate my ass, 
and all the rest of these teen sluts would've had to wait for me to recharge 
a bit.

I looked over at Ray, and saw his pole sticking out between the legs of a 
tiny blonde girl who had backed her ass up into his crotch.  She looked like 
she'd grown an enormous black dick, but she was actually riding the length 
of ray's shaft to masturbate herself.  All of these girls had taken the 
masturbation series...it was a prerequisite to this class...and they had all 
had to circle-jerk in front of each other, so they were prepared to come in 
front of their friends.

We must've been groped, fondled, licked, sucked, and humped for almost two 
hours, when Ms. Neubold crossed to her console and turned down the music.  
Many of the girls were cuddling with each other on the padded floor, happy 
with their orgasms, and their new experiences with a man's body.  A few 
still worked their eager mouths all over Ray and me, but slowed their 
activities, and relaxed on the floor beside us.  By now, both Ray and I were 
flat on our backs, and girls relaxed on top of us, or leaning against us.

"Very good, girls.  I'm happy that none of you were shy about getting 
yourselves off today.  If I teach you nothing else in this course, I want 
you to remember that you're responsible for your own orgasms."  She looked 
around the room, and motioned to the door monitors.  The two women were 
instructors in training who got to observe classes, and who served as guards 
when classes were in session.  Once the sessions began, no one was allowed 
to enter a classroom.  It was important that the activities remained 
anonymous except to those who were participants.

The door monitors opened the entryway doors, and stood aside while Ms. 
Neubold continued.  "You are all taking a large step into a dark room.  No 
one stumbled today, and that's exactly how I like it.  As a reward, next 
session, you'll be allowed to disrobe."

Cheers went up all around.

"Now, off to the showers.  You have one hour to play there before you're due 
at lunch.  Today you'll be served lunch by the senior boys, so look your 
best.  I'm sure they will, as they'll all be nude, and required to 
administer whatever condiments you choose."

Several girls muttered little `mmmmm's.

"Class is dismissed."

The girls filed out slowly.  Several kissed me, and many others continued to 
gaze at my hard-on as they left.  When they'd all gone, Ms. Neubold waved to 
the monitors, and they left, locking the doors behind them.

Ray and I stood, our hands clasped behind our backs as Ms. Neubold 
approached.

"You boys did well today.  I had my doubts, especially about you, Tommy."

I looked my question to her.

"Yes, you.  This group has a particularly strong anal tendency.  I knew when 
they started rimming you, you might not be able to resist, chemical 
programming or not."

"Yes, mistress," I said.  "They were very good at it, and you know how much 
I like that."

"Mmmmm.  Yessss.  And Ray..."  She turned to my coworker.  "...those 
Japanese twins definitely had you going."

"Yes, mistress.  I wanted to bend them over and split them wide open."  Ray 
pumped his hips in a mock fucking motion, and Ms. Neubold laughed.

"Oh, I'm sure they'll get a shot at you, but I'm not sure who'll split who.  
They both exhibited an intense interest in strap-on toys according to their 
sexual aptitude tests."

She let that image linger in our minds as she strolled back to the console.  
My cock throbbed in time with the jiggle of her sexy ass in her tight latex 
pants.  I knew she'd use us hard, and that excited me.  I loved being a 
slut.  Most men did, but not everyone could admit it.  I knew my place, and 
it was right here, being a sex object.  I loved it.  I supposed I could have 
applied to get promoted to instructor myself, but I'd much rather spend my 
days being the first real sexual experience of so many hot young girls.  
God, I loved how they'd just get bolder and bolder with each session, until 
they were comfortably sexual, no matter who was around.  Oftentimes the last 
day of class would devolve into an orgy, and many of the administrators 
would show up just to watch.  I actually got paid for this!

"Tommy, come here."  Ms. Neubold tapped away at her keyboard and deep 
ambient beats filled the room.  I walked over to her, my cock bouncing in 
front of me with every step.  The effects of the stim suit would begin to 
wear off, but not for a while, and not while I was still genuinely cranked 
to fuck.

"Stand over there."  She stroked my chest with a gloved hand, and pointed 
toward the side of her console.  She pressed a button, and a black rope with 
black cuffs lowered from the ceiling.  If you looked up, you'd see a large 
variety of devices tethered to the ceiling of the room.  These were mostly 
used for the advanced classes, but Ms. Neubold loved using them with her 
boys too.

The cuffs lowered to my head height, and stopped.

"Open them."

I did as she ordered, and awaited further instruction.

"Come over here, Ray."

Ray padded over to stand on the opposite side of the console from me, but 
Ms. Neubold gestured for him to stand in front of me.  He moved and she 
said, "Tommy, put the cuffs on Ray's wrists."

I did as I was told, and I could tell that Ray was already thinking about 
what Ms. Neubold might do with us today.

"Now, Tommy," said Ms. Neubold as she pressed more buttons, "lie down on the 
table."

I turned to see a long narrow padded table rise up from the floor.  It 
technically WAS a part of the floor that was rigged to raise or lower.  I 
rested my ass on the edge, and swung my feet around.  I laid back on the 
warm leatherette, and looked down at my tent pole.  It was throb throb 
throbbing so hard.  I so wanted to cummmmmm.

I looked back and noticed that Ray was standing right behind my head.  His 
restraints were retreating into the ceiling, lifting him up until he was 
standing on his toes, his arms stretched high overhead.

Ms. Neubold walked around the table, and activated several switches.

"You both did very well today, considering how short-staffed we are."  She 
clicked several switches at the foot of the table, and restraints tied me 
down at the wrists and ankles.  "I want to show you my appreciation."

And with that, she unzipped her top from the top of her corset, and exposed 
her delicious white breasts to us.  She teased her bright pink nipples to 
attention, and walked over to Ray.  She wore 5" platform heels, so she 
would've been the same height at Ray normally, but the rope was pulling Ray 
up enough that she had to stretch to seize his mouth with her own.  I arched 
my neck around so I could watch as she grabbed the back of her head and slid 
her tongue into his open mouth.  He humped his hard cock against her, and 
she grabbed his ass, pulling him up off the floor, and against her body.  
She held him like that, looking up at him and sucking on his neck until she 
was satisfied that she'd given him a hickey large enough to be visible even 
on his dark skin.  He moaned his approval as she released his ass and let 
him swing to the floor.
Ms. Neubold then turned to me, and I looked up at her gorgeous tits as they 
swayed over my face.  She smiled at me, and lowered one fat nipple to my 
lips.  I greedily slurped and sucked her delicious skin into my mouth, and 
she threw her head back, her dark mane drooling onto her shoulders.  Ohhhhhh 
I so wanted her to fuck me!  I so wanted to make her come on my fat boner.

She slapped my face with her fat titties, and giggled as I licked at their 
delicious skin.  She stood back and her breasts were shiny with my saliva.  
She reached down and unzipped her pants at the seams, and they fell to the 
floor, the long zippers looking like rows of teeth.  She was now naked 
except for her corset and her massive boots, and my cock ached to be her 
toy.

"I know you boys need to unload," she said as she removed her right glove 
and dragged her nails down my pulsing dick.  "I know you wanted to come all 
over that little girl with the braces, didn't you, Tommy?"

I could hardly stand it.  She'd started tickling my scrotum with her nails.  
"Yes, Mistress, I so wanted to squirt my white hot goo all over her sweet 
face."  I tensed up a bit as Ms. Neubold slid her gloved left hand up my ass 
crack.

"I bet there's lots of sweet come in those sexy balls by now, isn't there, 
Tommy?"

I nodded.  My balls felt like rocks as they tried to pull up inside my body. 
  My sack was getting even tighter as Ms. Neubold caressed my asshole with 
her fingers.

"But I'd rather see her come while butt-fucking you."  She rammed two 
fingers up my ass and I groaned out loud.  I knew what was about to happen, 
and I knew how much fun it'd be.  Ray looked on, his throbbing knob just 
behind the top of my head.

Ms. Neubold pulled her fingers from my ass and licked them, then used those 
wet fingers to pull a flared purple dildo out from under the table.  She 
spat on it, and watched as her spit ran down the shaft, then she held it 
like a knife, and pushed it up between my cheeks.

"You like getting fucked, don't you, Tommy?"  I nodded as I screamed.  The 
fat rubber rod was deep in my rectum, and she'd found my prostate.  Clear 
pre-come dribbled out of my beet-red rod, and down my balls.  Ms. Neubold 
leaned over and slurped it up, all the while fucking me with the dildo.

"Good boy.  Momma likes to milk her boys."  Sometimes she'd line us all up 
and massage our prostates just to slurp up our precome.

"But, there was this matter of a reward.  You boys really did do well with 
those little sluts today.  They were so eager to use you.  It made me very 
wet."  She climbed on the table and straddled my body, leaving the fat dildo 
buried up my ass.  She slid her wet slit along my cock, and I moaned loud 
and long.  I knew she could toy with Ray and me as long as she wanted.  We 
couldn't come until she pressed a tiny button that was attached to her 
corset.  That would release the chemical hold we were under and allow us to 
spurt our buckets of come.  After being hard for hours, I always came what 
seemed like gallons.  We were capable of several large wet ejaculations each 
day, if we stayed on our diets.

I moaned louder, aching to have my cock inside her sweet creamy pussy.  She 
looked over at Ray, then leaned down, her tits in my face, and engulfed his 
huge black boner with her mouth.  She moaned her approval as Ray raised 
himself higher to meet her warm wet mouth.  She slurped him in loudly, 
letting his cock disappear into her throat, then she let him back out and a 
big stream of her spit strung between his cock and her mouth.  She spit it 
down onto my open moaning mouth, and sat down on my cock with a single 
thrust!

I screamed with delight, and she took Ray's cock back in her red mouth as 
she drilled my cock into her deeper and deeper.  Her silky smooth cunt was 
like heaven to my raw cock as she fucked me.  She was unbelievable, working 
me faster and faster as she sucked and licked and swallowed Ray's enormous 
dick.  She was filled with our cocks for what seemed like hours.  I was lost 
in a wash of pure lust.  My cock had become the only brain I'd ever need, 
and all it wanted was to come come COME!

Ms. Neubold picked up her pace and clenched her thighs, so I knew she was 
close to coming.  Ray howled like a wolf as his black cock slid in and out 
of her slimy wet mouth, and I screamed out again and again, "Ohhhh fuck me 
fuck me fuck me!!!"

Finally, when I thought my cock would be shredded if she fucked me any 
longer, she came, clenching and unclenching her knees against my ribs with 
each wave of her pleasure.  As she rocked back and forth, her two favorite 
cocks in her two favorite places, she hit the button, and Ray and I 
unleashed two loads of hot white come unlike any we'd produced before.  I 
shot my load in her cunt, but it ran down her thighs, and coated my balls 
and asshole.  I came and came and came as Ms. Neubold's mouth overflowed 
with Ray's seed.  It ran down her chin and coated her throat and tits.  She 
rubbed it in as more and more pumped out of his fat sack.  She was 
swallowing as much as she could, but her mouth was still overflowing with 
the gooey juice.

She collapsed on top of me, and kissed my chest, licking up Ray's leftover 
come.  She then dismounted and licked my cock completely clean, followed by 
my balls.  She removed the dildo from my ass, and slid her long tongue up 
inside me to make sure she had gotten all of my come.  I was exhausted, as 
was Ray who hung listless from his bound wrists.

Ms. Neubold hit a button, and our shackles were released.  Ray almost fell 
on me, but caught himself on the edge of the able.

"Oh my god, thank you, Mistress," tumbled out of my mouth.  I saw little 
sparkles in the air, as if I were stoned, or had been hit by a two-by-four.  
I felt fantastic.

Ms. Neubold hugged us each in turn and sent us to get some rest.  There was 
still another class that afternoon.

I loved my job.





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