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Subject: {ASSM} Working at the Institute, Part 2 (F/M, M/M, exhib, D/s, sci-fi)
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{ASSM} Working at the Institute, Part 2  (F/M, M/M, exhib, oral, rim, anal, 
sci-fi, D/s)

I stumbled into the locker room and the door hissed shut behind me.  I 
leaned back against the cool steel, my sweaty skin sticking to the metal.  
My breathing was labored as I tried to keep the slight stitch in my side 
from developing into anything more.

Ms. Neubold had just used my body to the extent of it's abilities.  My cock 
was sore, my balls hung loose between my legs, my asshole ached, and my 
hairless body was coated with a mixture of my sweat, her cunt juices, her 
saliva, and my cum.  It had dried here and there and now it pulled at my 
skin when I walked.

I eased into the decon room, and Liz piped up immediately.

"Mmmmmmm, looks like my baby got a good workout this morning."

I looked over at the computer screen as the padded bars rose around me, and 
spread my ass cheeks to show off my gape.

Liz might just have been a computer program, but I was beginning to enjoy 
teasing her.

The speaker hummed as she made a groaning sound.  "Yummm, baby.  Wish I 
could fill that up just like Neubold filled you just now."  She giggled.  It 
was the only thing she did that ever sorta creeped me out.

I laughed and slid on my goggles as the decon chemicals began to flow over 
my skin.  It felt delicious, and I sighed out loud as I thought about Ms. 
Neubold fucking my asshole.  I reached around and fingered my pink manhole, 
and slid a finger inside.  Can't forget to get everything clean.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm."  It was Liz again.  Most of the time I enjoyed her lustful 
reactions to my slut body.  It reminded me of the thoughts that raced 
through the minds of even the quiet ones when I was out on display.  
Sometimes I even dreamt of fucking her...shoving my fat cock into all of her 
greasy ports....fucking a sophisticated computer like Liz wasn't a reality 
yet, but when it was, I'd love to try my hand at...

"Ahem!"

The foam abruptly stopped, and I jerked around to see who was in the 
chamber.  Shit, it was Ms. Stiles, her slender fingers on the cutoff switch. 
  Liz remained silent as my cock bobbed up and down, still dripping with the 
heavy decon foam.

"I thought I told you to come and see me after your session, Tommy."

Stiles was still in her tight black latex dress, and her tits were straining 
to pop free and get slurped up.  I looked up at her sexy asian eyes and 
plump lips, and my mind filled with lust.  I said, "I thought you wanted me 
after my shift."

"I never said I wanted you at all, Tommy, but I do have some entertainment 
planned and I wouldn't want to disappoint my guests.  My sister is in town 
with a few of her friends from Indiana..."  She rolled her eyes and 
continued, "and the farm girls want an afternoon of orgasmic delight, so 
that's what YOU'RE going to give them.  They're downstairs clothes shopping, 
and they'll be back in my office within the hour.  I want you prepped and in 
my office in fifteen minutes."

She turned to leave, and the entry door hissed open.  I felt the cool 
hallway air on my wet body, and my nipples hardened.  Stiles smiled.

"If you do a good job, there may be a reward for you later, Tommy."  With 
that, she smiled and wiggled her hot latex-clad ass down the hall.  A second 
later the door hissed shut.

"Well, well, out of the frying pan..."  Liz chuckled again.

I smiled and reactivated the decon flow.  After the machine was finished, I 
activated a lotion shower, and covered my body in the slippery white fluid.  
Some of the women and gay guys said it was like bathing in cum, and it might 
have been, but I'd never really found guys attractive, so I'd never felt 
anything but my own cum on my body.  There was an instructor up on eight 
that, rumor had it, was a bukkake freak, and who, every year, had all the 
new guys out to her house to continuously ejaculate on her until she bathed 
in a tub filled with their cum.  She'd started that after I was out of 
training, so I'd never gotten to participate, but I'd thought about crashing 
sometime.  Hell, she COULDN'T be mad...I usually came in huge spurts, and 
thanks to The Diet, I could cum up to ten times a day.

I rubbed the lotion into my asshole, and paid close attention to my hairless 
balls and shaft.  I was already throbbing hard again, and the warm lotion 
made me want to cum.  I jerked my shaft while I massaged my scrotum and 
balls under the warm liquid.  I pinched my nipples and massaged my chest, as 
my boner worked its magic on my brain.  Sure, I thought with my cock.  Was 
there any other way?

I deactivated the lotion before I came, and dried off.  I was thinking about 
the "farm girls" as Stiles had called them.  I wondered what they'd be like. 
  The midwest was teeming with hot young pussy, but it'd be just my luck 
that they'd all be older and fatter than I imagined.  Sometimes it could be 
fun to be put to use by women who'd never be able to attract a guy like me.  
They were certainly appreciative.  I worked a party once where the guest of 
honor's mother jerked me off in front of everyone.  I came like gangbusters 
and I think I ruined her dress, but she LOVED it.  Her daughter eventually 
relaxed some and she fucked me in front of everyone as they egged her on, 
but her mom was the lustful one.  I was never sure, but I think her mom had 
ordered me for her just to loosen her up a bit.  I guess it worked.

I slipped into a clean stim suit, and made sure the contacts were all in the 
right places.  I wondered if Stiles would be at the controls or if she'd jst 
turn me over to her sister.

I glanced at the clock on the wall, and hurriedly slipped into some boots 
and a set of slave cuffs and a collar.  Those always played well in the 
sticks.  I smiled and ran down the hallway toward the elevator.  Ray was 
already inside, and he held the door for me.

"Hey, dude, that was a lot of fun this morning, huh?"

The door closed and I looked over at the control panel.  Ray had already 
punched up the 69th floor.  Yeah, I know, it was cheesy, but what other 
number has sexual connotations?  I suppose the designers couldn't resist.

"Yeah, man it was great.  I love servicing those hot young things, and 
Neubold's just getting nastier in her old age."

We both laughed, and looked up at the floor indicator.  67...68...69.  The 
door wooshed open and we both stepped out.  Ray looked at me.

"Stiles?"

I nodded.  "You too?"  I'd thought I was on a solo mission.  Looked like I 
was wrong.

Ray glanced down the hall.  "Yeah, something about her sister and all.  She 
didn't say how many of them there were gonna be."

We started walking toward the big black doors at the end of the hall.

"Yeah, she didn't tell me either.  In fact, she didn't tell me anyone else 
was gonna get called up.  I thought I was getting this duty as a punishment 
because I was late this morning...at least, that's how she made it sound."  
Ray nodded.  "I figured they'd be at the very least, unattractive."

Ray sighed.  "I hope not," he said.  "I was assigned this duty as a REWARD."

We were both puzzled, but there was no turning back now.  Stiles could use 
us however she pleased, and there wasn't much we could say about it if we 
wanted to keep our jobs.

The security guy on duty outside Stile's office was Sammy.  Sammy'd been 
Stile's favorite boy toy until she caught him selling his services outside 
the company.  She'd made sure his net worth had dropped to near zero, and 
busted him to security.  Now he'd be lucky if he ever saw a glimpse of pussy 
again.  She'd red-flagged his medical ID, so now NOBODY wanted to be near 
him.  We all knew it was bogus, but the med ID's were really the only way 
the general public knew who to fuck and who to stay away from.  She'd 
basically castrated the poor guy, but I guess he brought it on himself.  
Stiles was no one with whom to fuck, at least not figuritively speaking.

"Hey guys."

"Sammy."  Ray wouldn't look Sammy in the eye...it was just too scary to 
imagine it happening to you, but I felt for the guy, I really did.  He 
scanned us, and hit a button on his console.  The large shiny black doors 
swung out and Ray and I stepped into the inner sanctum.  This was where all 
the big decisions got made, and if you believed all you heard, where the 
hottest, nastiest, most depraved sex took place.  I found myself eager to 
find out if it was true.

I'd only been on the 69th floor once before, and it was only as a plaything 
for Stiles.  She didn't even let me cum, so the memory doesn't mean much.  
They'd redecorated since I'd been here.  Now it was all indirect lighting, 
blue leather, and black marble.

We walked up to the receptionist, who, in this case, was another computer.  
Unlike Liz, however, this one was top of the line, and sported a hologram 
interface that gave you the illusion that you were talking to a real person. 
  Not that many people were "real" or anything.  This one's name was Seka, 
and she'd been programmed to appear as a bondage slut complete with pierced 
nipples, rope-bound breasts, and fuck-me heels that were at least a foot 
high.  I'd heard the bosses played with her appearance for a while before 
just randomizing it every day.  I had to admit that the kool-aid red hair 
made my cock throb.  She was definitely my kinda computer.

"She waiting for you, boys," she said with a submissive look at our 
crotches.  Her saliva was dripping out below her ring gag, but I could still 
make out her diction.  Oh well, realism isn't everything.

Ray and I walked down the corridor ro Stile's office, and reached for the 
handle.  The door disappeared and we walked into the enormous office.  I 
just have to say that I HATE hologram doors.

Stiles desk was a large slab of perfectly smooth black marble.  It was 
warmed by hot water pipes that ran through the surface, and was outfitted 
with retracting eye-bolts, rope-feeds, and a variety of sex toy hiding 
places.  Stiles sat behind the monolith and looked up at us.  She stood and 
her latex miniskirt squeaked it's resistance.

"Good boys.  You made it in time."  She walked around the desk and stood 
facing us.  "This had better go well, or so help me, you'll be joining 
Sammy, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes Ma'am," we both chimed in unison.  I was obsessed with watching her 
tits rise and fall above the line of latex that strained against them.  I 
could, once again, see her nipples harden under the thin black rubber as she 
walked around us, inspecting her toys.

"Excellent.  You boys are a fine example of the male animal."  She slid her 
palm along my ass, and squeezed.  God, I wanted to fuck her.  Maybe I'd get 
my chance if I performed well today.  She was obviously into my ass if 
nothing else.  I pushed my bubble butt back into her hand, and looked abck 
to see her smile.  She was obviously looking forward to something.

"Tommy, you're such a whore."

"Yes, ma'am."  My cock got hard, and I wanted to touch it, but resisted the 
urge as Stiles circled me.  She looked down and noticed my rising boner.  
She dragged a nail up the length of my cock, outlining it's bulge in the 
stim suit, then looked me in the eye and licked her thick red lips.

"Such a yummy boy."  She broke eye contact and moved to Ray, giving him much 
the same treatment.

"I want you boys at your best today.  Whatever my friends want, they get, 
understood?"

Ray and I nodded our affirmation.

"And I do mean anything.  Whatever fucked up things they want from you, 
you'll do and you'll enjoy it.  There are no limits up here on the 69th 
floor, boys.  Until recently, I wasn't sure either of you would be capable 
of the depravity that will be required of you here, but I've decided to give 
you a chance."

She reached down and grabbed both our ballsacks in her hands.

"Don't you disappoint me."

"We won't, Ms. Stiles," I said, enjoying the feeling of her tugging on my 
balls.  I felt her nails sink into my scrotum, and I pushed my groin against 
her hand and moaned.

"Good boy.  You just might make it."

She let go of both of us, and went back to sit at her desk.  She reached 
into a drawer and pulled out two small silver electronic devices.  She set 
them both on the desk with a little clink.

"These are going to be the future, boys, and it starts with you."  She 
gestured at the cool curved surfaces of the devices.  "These will soon 
replace those Stim suits you wear.  If these work today, we'll be putting 
them into production and everyone in the Institute will be wearing them by 
the end of the month.  Then we'll all be free to indulge our client's 
fantasies just a little bit better."

She pushed the devices toward us.

"Go ahead.  They magnetically adhere to the base of your skull, and they're 
small enough not to be noticed in most instances.  I've found they're 
especially sexy on bald men."  She eyed Ray, and he picked up the device.

I did likewise and examined it's smooth surfaces.  It was small and curved 
like a smooth silver seashell.  I reached behind my head and felt it find 
its way to the adhesion points grafted into the back of my skull.  I hardly 
knew it was there.

"You two are my test cases.  I want to know if these Stim Shells work.  
We're spending a lot of money on this, so don't bullshit me.  Act as you 
normally would for one of these sessions, and we'll have a better, more 
accurate test."

A small light appeared in the blackness that was Stile's desktop, and she 
hit an invisible switch beside it.

"Yes?"

"Your party is back from their shopping trip, Mistress," the robot hologram 
said over the speaker.  "How may I service you?"

"Send them into the lounge, Seka.  I'll be with them in a moment."

"As you desire, Mistress."

Stiles noticed my questioning look.   "Something bothering you, Tommy?"

"I was just wondering about the hologram's name."

"Oh, that.  That was my idea.  Seka was a star of what used to be called 
'pornography'.  I named the secretary after her.  You should keep up with 
your history."  She smiled.

"Yes, ma'am."  I'd heard of pornography, and had even seen some in my 
training classes, but it was pretty much an outdated class of entertainment. 
  Oh, we still had hardcore sex scenes in our entertainment, but it was 
rarely relegated to its own genre any more.

"So, while my sister and her friends get settled, let's run a test or two to 
make sure your Shells are working.  Strip.  You won't be needing those suits 
for a while."

She sat down behind her desk, and slid her finger across her lips, probably 
imagining what to have us do for her.  We both unzipped and peeled ourselves 
out of the suits.  Thanks to Stile's teasing, we were both already 
semi-erect, and our cocks hung at half-mast.  I stood, feet apart, arms 
behind my back, facing Stiles.  I could feel a cool breeze on my hairless 
skin as my perspiration evaporated.

"Very good boys.  This may tingle a bit."  She stroked a button on her desk, 
and I felt my cock pump up to full volume in less than a second.  It felt 
fantastic!  I was overcome with the urge to fuck anything that moved.  I 
reached down and stroked my cock, and it felt even harder than it had this 
morning...even harder than it did when I wore my steel cock ring.  I looked 
at Ray, and he was experiencing the same sensations.  We'd been reduced to 
our sexual animals, and we loved it.  Both of us eyed Stiles plump mouth and 
breasts, and we jerked our cocks toward her, showing her our bodies.  My 
mouth hung open, ready to do anything just to earn the right to cum for her.

"Ohhhhhhhh goddddddd!" I moaned as Stiles sat back and watched, enjoying the 
show.  She reached up and fingered a control button, and I felt my head 
clear slightly, even though I was still horny.

I wiped off my mouth, and relaxed a little, my cock still throbbing toward 
the ceiling.

"And how does that feel, boys?"

Ray was the first to answer.  "Like I'm still ready to fuck, but I'm a 
little more in control of myself.  Man,  on that first setting, I'd probably 
fuck a power outlet."

"And you, Tommy?"

I let go of my cock, and clasped my hands behind my back again.  "Yeah, I'm 
still hard and horny, but that first setting triggered more lust than I've 
felt since I was 14."  I wasn't embarassed...just amazed.  Precum dribbled 
out of my cock and ran down my shaft.  Stiles definitely noticed.

"Good."  She walked around the desk, and leaned over to lick my balls.  Her 
mouth felt fantastic, and when she stood up again, those delicious lips were 
shiny with my juice.  She licked her lips and sighed, the walked back behind 
her desk.  Her gorgeous ass swayed under the impossibly tight skirt, and all 
I wanted to do was bury my cock in her ass.  All in good time.  I was sure 
of it now.

"The Shell has a much more subtle control system than those suits," she 
pointed at the pile of our clothes on the floor.  "AND, they apparently have 
a much greater range of control as well.  Excellent."

Stiles sat at her desk, and her skirt squeaked as she slid her ample hips 
into the chair.  I'd never really thought about being a chair before, but 
there was always a first time for everything.  She punched a few buttons, 
and I felt the effects of the shell diminish slightly.

"I'm going to put you boys through the paces this afternoon.  I need to see 
how well these work in everyday use.  I think you'll both enjoy yourselves." 
  She smiled, and started me thinking that there must be something she knew 
that I didn't know.  There was something more to this whole thing.  Oh well, 
whatever it was, I was certain to have an afternoon of mind-blowing sex.

Stiles punched a few more buttons and a previously-hidden door appeared to 
our left.  "That's the way to the dressing room, boys.  I'll need you to 
hustle, though.  The girls are probably getting restless."

A blue line appeared in the floor and extended through the doorway.

"Just follow the blue line, and Marcia will make sure you have everything 
you need.  Good luck, boys."

And then, she giggled.  Actually giggled!  Now I knew there was something 
up.

Ray and I followed the blue line of light into the dark hallway, and down to 
a round, mirrored dressing room.  A girl in a red latex body suit was 
looking through clothing on one of the racks in the room.  Her hair was dyed 
a punky jet black, and it swooshed through the air when she turned to greet 
us.

"Hello, boys.  You're...mmmmmm."

She looked down and took in our naked bodies, as if her eyes were tongues.  
I could see her piercings through the tight latex skin she wore, and I 
quickly ran down the short list of things I'd enjoy doing to her.  She was 
obviously off on a similar trip herself, as she casually brushed her crotch 
with the heel of her hand.

"Sorry.  I just didn't expect you to be so....naked.  Not that I'm 
complaining.  Mmmmm."  She managed to tear her eyes away, and went back to 
the rack.  "Ms. Stiles wants you both in executive attire.  You'll be 
beginning the day with a strip show for her friends, so I'd suggest no 
underwear.  Here."  She pulled a black pinstripe suit off the rack and 
handed it to me.  "This should fit you just fine."  She grazed my nipples 
with the back of her hand as she handed me the hanger.

"And this one will look quite nice on you, stud."  She handed Ray a 
cream-colored ensemble, and slid her hand over his balls.  "Ohhhhhh fuck, 
I'm gonna have to monitor THIS session.  Boys, you're gonna make my jack-off 
break oh so good."  She licked her plump red lips.  "Now, off you go."

She gestured to a small set of doors at the end of the room.  "One and two 
are ready for you.  Get dressed, then do what comes naturally when you get 
called up.  I know I will."  She grabbed her clit through the latex suit, 
and moaned out loud.  Shit, I was getting to like her.

Ray and I walked down to our dressing rooms, and entered.  Mine was a large 
padded tube, all in white.  Even the floor was padded, and it felt quite 
good under my bare feet.  I hung the suit on one of the hooks in the wall, 
and looked through the clothes.  I slid on the slacks, and they fit snugly, 
but comfortably.  My bulge was noticeable, and I arranged myself in the 
mirror before moving on to the shirt.  I slid into the stretchy spandex 
shirt that was designed to look like a starched button-down.  I put on the 
tie, and tucked the white shirt tails into my pants.  I turned around and 
looked at myself in the mirror.  So far so good.

I slid on the snug suit coat, and buttoned it, before I realized that we'd 
been given no shoes.  Oh well.  They were awkward when you were stripping 
anyway.  I admired myself in the mirror, and noticed the silvery shell on my 
neck.  I'd almost forgotten about it.  I fingered it lightly, afraid I might 
knock it loose.  It didn't budge, so I grabbed it.  Nothing.  That thing was 
on my skull until someone told it otherwise.  Oh well, it seemed harmless 
enough.

I sat on a padded bench and breathed a loud sigh.  "Awww baby, what's the 
matter?"  It was Liz.

"Don't they keep you chained up downstairs?"

"My sister, they do.  I'm the updated version."  She giggled, and I started 
to notice the difference.  She actually sounded like a person, not so much 
like a machine.  Even her giggle kinda turned me on, not that that was 
difficult.

"I seeee.  Well, i'm please to meet you, Liz."

"I prefer Lizabeth, if you don't mind, Tommy."

"No problem, Lizabeth.  Any idea what we're in for here?"

She giggled again.  "A wild ride, baby boy.  Mmmmmmmmmm, a wild wild ride."

And with that, a panel beeped quietly and Lizabeth was gone.  The room 
darkened, and a hardcore techno beat began pulsing into the room.  The whole 
room was moving upward, and I moved to the round window in the door to see 
that it was rising out of the floor in what must have been the lounge Stiles 
mentioned.

The dressing rooms rose out of the floor of the stage in the center of the 
room, and the doors slid open.  We were on.

We'd both done the slutboy boss routine before, so stripping in character 
was no big deal.  A lot of women had fantasies revolving around their 
bosses, so we got called on for the routine fairly frequently.  We both 
strode out of our elevators, and they sunk into the floor behind us.  We 
were on a large, shiny circle of black glass, and lights pulsed and beamed 
across our faces obscuring the audience members who were now screaming and 
whistling their approval.

Ray and I looked at each other, and started to feel the beat.  We faced 
opposite directions, and started grinding for the voices.  My cock was 
getting harder, but the shells hadn't been activated yet.  The music was 
pulse pulse pulsing away, but it was fairly laid back.  This was obviously 
the appetizer course.

The beats faded into a techno ambience, and I felt the shell kick in a 
little.  My cock rose in my pants leg, and I heard several sounds of 
approval from the ladies I assumed were in front of me.  I stroked my cock 
through my pants leg, and traded sides with Ray.  We danced around the 
stage, taunting out audience with our hidden bulges.  It was so much fun!

Then, with a blast of white light, the music changed gears, and thumped into 
a harder place.  I felt my shell crank up the lust in my brain, and I 
couldn't keep my hands off my body.  I ground my fat package toward the 
audience, and ran my hands over my chest.  My shirt tail was coming out, so 
I flung off my coat, and ripped the shirt to pieces.  I fingered my nipples, 
and fucked the air in front of me to the applause of what sounded like 10 or 
15 women.  I fell to my knees, and crawled across the stage, then fell back 
on my haunches and stroked my well-defined cock for the women in the dark.  
I thought I could see a pretty mouth licking its lips in front of me, but 
then it disappeared.

The music became a pulsing fuck-beast, and I felt the nasty lust cranked up 
in my mind as well.  I stood up and slowly unzipped my pants, teasing the 
women with small flashes of my hairless crotch.  I danced across the stage, 
and let the pants slide down the swell of my ass, only to pull them back up 
at the last second before they fell away.

Then there was an explosion of sound, and the shell was obviously cranked to 
11!  I ripped my pants off and stroked my man meat with both hands as the 
audience cheered.  Someone activated the oil sprayers, and Ray and I were 
doused in greasy golden slime.  Our bodies shined in the light, and both of 
us were ready to fuck anything that moved.  I looked over at him and watched 
as the oil ran down his massive black cock, making him look like a marble 
sculpture.  Stiles voice spoke to me, but it was like it was inside my own 
head.

"Suck his beautiful cock, Tommy.  I want to see you swallow his cock."

I'd never had the desire before, but now it was like all I could do to 
quench my thirst was to slurp on Ray's monster fuckstick.  I ached to suck 
his rod, and nearly fell over my own feet sliding across the slippery floor, 
to end up on my knees at his feet.  I looked up and his eyes were closed, 
his hands behind his head.  I wondered what Stiles was saying to him, but 
then he swiveled his hips, and his fat throbbing boner hit me in the face.

I grabbed that beautiful cock, and slid my fists up and down it's length.  
I'd never felt a cock except for my own, and the experience was like none 
other.  I opened my eager mouth, and my spit ran down my chin as I extended 
my tongue to taste the apple-sized black head.  It slid past my wet lips 
into my mouth, and the soft velvety sweetnes of his cock head hit my 
tastebuds and made my own throbbing cock even harder.

"That's it, baby.  Grease his tool with your spit."  I could hear her, but 
it was as if she was miles away, talking to my lust.

I let my lips close over the ridge of his cockhead, and swirled my tongue 
across the soft underside of Ray's glans.  He moaned and grabbed the back of 
my head.  He pulled me down on his cock, and forced himself deeper into my 
mouth.  His cock hit the back of my throat, but he didn't stop there.  He 
howled a gutteral moan, and rammed his meat into my throat, making me gag 
and spit all over his stick.  I choked on my very first cock and loved every 
second of it as Stiles whispered into my brain.

Ray fucked my face, while I spread my knees farther apart to squash my balls 
into the glass floor.  It was then that I saw her.  I saw Stiles under the 
floor, naked except for a corset and a headset.  She was being serviced by a 
red-headed slave girl with a robotic penis implant.  She winked at me as her 
slave slammed that robot cock deep into her dripping cunt.

"Now, clean up that pretty black cock for me, Tommy."

With that, Ray pulled out of my mouth, and stood back.  I was certain he was 
getting ordered around too.  I rubbed my face all over that slippery wet 
dick, and nuzzled his smooth balls with my nose.

"Yes, baoy, eat his balls for me."

I suddenly craved that delicious sack, and I slathered it with my tongue.  I 
sucked his juicy balls into my mouth, then let them pop out so I could 
admire their slippery shiny surface.  I loved eating his cock and balls!  I 
stroked my own as I did so, and I felt like I could fuck anything that 
moved.

"Now, on all fours, Tommy."

I did as I was told, and Stiles continued, "Press your face down on the 
glass, and arch your back baby boy.  Present your ass to your fucker."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, and I couldn't believe I actually 
wanted it.  I was so horny, I licked the glass over Stiles as I reached 
behind me and pried my bubble butt cheeks apart.  After only a moment or 
two, I felt Ray's tongue on my scrotum, slurping and licking me.  He grabbed 
my throbbing shaft in a strong fist, and sucked on my balls til they ached.  
Then, he pulled back and spat on my eager asshole.  I felt his juices on my 
crack as they ran down my scrotum onto my fat balls and finally onto his 
fist.

Then I felt his long pink tongue caressing my puckered anus, and I nearly 
unloaded, orgasm control or not.  He slithered his tongue around my asshole, 
juicing it up for what was to come.  He licked and sucked, then jammed his 
fat tongue into me.  Ohhhhhhh fuck!!!!!  It felt soooooo gooooood.  I wanted 
his cock in my ass soooooo bad, so I moaned out, "Oh God, pleeeeeease fuck 
meeeeeeee!"

Stiles must have been in a good mood, because next thing i knew, I was 
feeling that fat black cockhead pressing at my little opeing.  He pushed, 
gently at first, then harder.  It took some force, but his fat head finally 
entered me with a POP, and I fell flat onto the glass floor.  My fat 
throbbing cock was pressed between my torso and the glass floor, and I 
humped it as Ray rammed his meat deep deep deeper into my ass.

He finally bottomed out, and started fucking me in earnest.  In, out, in, 
out, slowly at first, then faster with a lustful, aggressive urgency for our 
mistress.  I felt my little hole being stretched wide with each thrust.  It 
hurt, but it felt so good to have his massive prick filling up my rectum.

His fat cock was massaging my prostate, and I was now humping the glass in a 
puddle of my own precum.  I licked the glass while watching Stiles watch us, 
and I saw her reach for a button on her corset.  Yes!  Finally!

She pressed the button, and I felt Ray unload into me.  His fat cock got 
even fatter, and he rammed deep into my asshole with a ferocity I'd never 
felt before.  I could feel his hot cum spewing into me, filling me up, and 
it felt great.  He finished and collapsed on top of me.

At Stiles' urging, I got out from under Ray and rolled him onto his back.  
Stiles whispered for me to squat over his face, and I did, positioning my 
asshole over his gasping, open mouth.  "Now jerk your cock for me, slut," 
she said, and I did.  She must've hit the button, and I came like a rocket, 
releasing the pent up buckets of cum straight up into the air like a 
fountain.  Shit, it felt sooooo fuclking good!!!  I screamed my pleasure as 
my cum fell back onto my throbbing dick, and ran down my balls onto Ray's 
face.  It was then i noticed that I'd squeezed Ray's cum out of my ass when 
I'd squirted, and he was struggling to swallow it all.  He licked and 
slurped on my asshole, cleaning it out, as I jerked the remainder of my seed 
out using my own cum as lube.

"Very good, boys.  See me in my office."  This time the voice was over the 
speakers in the room.  I looked up and the lights came on to reveal that 
there had never been an audience at all.  This had all been for Stiles.

I rolled over onto my back next to ray, and felt the Shell release its grip 
on me.  I was questioning the things we'd done, wondering if I'd really 
wanted it, or if it had just been the effect of the Shell.  Ray rolled over 
and stood.  He offered me his hand, but then thought better of it, and 
turned toward where the elevators had reappeared.  I avoided eye contact.  
It wasn't that I was ashamed of fucking another guy.  I wasn't.  It's just 
not really who I am.  I could see how well this test had gone for Stiles, 
and what the future held for the Institute.

I got up and walked to the other elevator, and felt some of our mixed cum 
run down my inner thigh.  I'd just done the one thing I never thought I'd 
do.  I suppose I'd gotten my punishment, but if Ray's was supposed to have 
been a reward... Hmmmmmmmm.

End of Part 2

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