"Good morning class."
"Good morning Mrs Fawlorne."
Jude sat at his desk, eager to begin another day of classes. It was the last week of spring term before the summer vacation. Most of the boys would go home and spend the summer with their families but as Jude was an orphan he had no home to return to. The school emptied during the break. He didn't mind it though. With the ruckus of all the other boys gone he could spend time in the library, reading up on subjects they rarely touched in class. Last year he took interest in political discourse and the history of the empire. Of course, boys were not expected to understand such delicate matters and the school offered sparse materials of it. He had to copy excerpts from history books and magazines that mentioned it briefly in his notebook to construe what the political landscape was like.
This year would be different though. At the start of the semester, Ms Meriss Starigold would arrive and he'd start his training. He'd prepared for her arrival, practicing all the basic facets of ballet.
"Mikkel, I understand you're excited for summer vacation but that is no reason to slouch in class," Mrs Fawlorne said. Mikkel shot straight up.
"Sorry Mrs Fawlorne."
He'd been leaning his elbows with a dreamy look in his eyes.
Everyone else was looking intently at a bunch of boxes stacked against the wall. Mrs Fawlorne noted their interest.
"It has been a delight to watch all of you grow up into healthy young men. You're nearing adulthood and as such the school has seen it fit you begin your sexual education."
The boys stared at her, their interest piqued.
"When i call your name you will step forward and pick up a box. They're all identical so just take anyone, then you'll go back to your desk, put down the box and not open it until i say so, understood?"
The boys nodded.
"Good, we'll begin with Axel. Come forward, please."
She called each of their names until everyone had fetched their box and returned to their desks.
"Okay, you may now open your box."
The boys lunged at their boxes and tore at the plastic wrappings. Inside was a transparent blue box containing toys for the use of sexual education. There was butt plugs, balls fastened to rubber strings, dildos and other tools they had never seen before, all provided in different colors, shapes and sizes.
"At the bottom you'll find an extensive instruction on how to use the tools. Read it before use. It explains safety, the proper usage and purpose of each instrument."
Jude stared at his toys in spellbound fashion and brought out a silver dildo. He accidentally hit the switch and it buzzed in his hand. He panicked for a moment until he found the switch and turned it off.
"Those who are going home during summer will be allowed to bring them with you. It is recommended you train with them at least ten minutes a day. Start slow with the smaller ones and progress to the bigger and experimental tools. Don't do it for more than thirty minutes to start off or you might cause yourself harm. Also, make sure to differ between the ones meant for oral and anal use, for sanatory reasons."
She let the boys be while they explored the contents of their boxes. It warmed her heart to see how excited they were.
When everyone had searched their boxes and begun talking to each other, she raised her voice once more.
"Now put your tools back inside the box and place it underneath your desks."
They did as they were told and put the boxes down.
"For the last week of spring term there will be no classes."
They looked at her in confusion and then one of them shone up as he realised what she was about to say.
"Because this week we'll be inviting another class of students from our sister school, Meredith Lee's school for futanaris. The girls will be staying with us this week and it will be your duty to pamper and care for them. Now before you get excited I will need you to listen closely, there are strict rules and regulations to adhere to. The girls have been thoroughly briefed and understand the school will not look kindly upon rule breakers.
Rule number one: No penetrative sex whatsoever! You are allowed to give handjobs or use your feet, should your futa request it, but any student found to willingly perform penetrative oral or anal sex will be expelled immediately and your families fined for the incursion.
Rule number two: No ingestion of sperm! If your futa asks if you want a taste you must refuse. Failure to do so will result in expulsion.
Rule number three: No talking back to your Futas! During their stay you will follow their every command unless they go in direct violation of rule one and two. It doesn't matter if it may seem cruel or unreasonable, it is your duty as males to follow it. Whether they tell you to crawl on the floor or tie their shoes with your teeth, you will do it. Failure to do so will be noted in your evaluation reports and could lead to lower grades. Let me remind you that our clients value these reports highly during graduation day, don't add anything to blemish your record. The girls may not use violence upon you and any such instances should be reported to the school authorities as soon as possible," She paused and let her gaze wander over her class before continuing, "I take pride in raising students who know how to conduct themselves, do not disappoint me."
She was happy to see that they all wore determined expressions.
"Well then, I think it's time you get acquaintance'd with your mistresses."
She stepped over to the door and opened it. A group of young futa girls, equal to the amount of boys, walked inside the classroom.
Being only eighteen they would not be fully developed yet, probably no more than seven to eight inches compared to the adult average of ten. The futa girls fanned out and stood in front of Mrs Fawlornes desk.
"Greet your new mistresses, boys."
"Good morning ma'ms."
"Now I will call out your name, and the name of your mistress, and you will come forward to offer her your hand. Then you'll give her your seat and sit on the floor next to her. Mikkel."
Mikkel got out of his seat and walked up to the Futa Mrs Fawlorne directed him at. He walked with more grace than his usual flaunting gait. The girl widened her eyes as she saw his bottom sway in an eight circle, buttocks rumbling with each step. He curtsied to his futa and led her back to his desk. Jude saw that he arched his back when he sat to accentuate his curves. The futa swallowed and struggled to keep her eyes forward. Several boys were called before it was his turn. He walked up with all the grace he could muster, stepping in a straight line and giving his hips a gentle sway.
"This is your futa, Jude. Her name's Ida."
He curtsied to her and reached out his hand. She was a tall futa with a flat chest and a boorish expression on her face. He led her to his desk and sat down on the floor next to it, trying to emulate Mikkels posture. Mrs Fawlorne continued her instructions, going through the procedures and regulations the school expected them to uphold and also explained the correct behaviour of the two genders. Jude felt a stab of pain at his right side and turned to see Ida retract her foot. Did she just kick him? No, that can't be right. He glanced at her and saw that her expression was unperturbed and her gaze focused on Mrs Fawlorne. He must've been mistaken. Mrs Fawlorne concluded her lecture and told the boys to take their futas to their rooms and offer them a tour of the school grounds, if they so wished. Ida got up and walked out of the classroom without waiting for Jude, who scrambled to gather his textbooks and the box of toys. He caught up with her outside and they set off towards the dorms. She seemed to want to walk in front of him, which was customary, but it made it hard for him to show her the way. When they got to his room, she unzipped her bag and threw it on the floor then jumped onto his bed, which creaked as her weight fell on it. She brought out a futa youth magazine and flipped through the pages, paying him no heed. Jude stood on standby waiting for her to address him and when she didn't, he carefully said. "Miss Ida, could I perhaps offer you a tour of the grounds?"
"No, don't want to," She replied curtly and added "Oh, I didn't have any clean clothes, so I brought my dirty ones. Go have them washed and when you get back you can give me a foot massage. Don't take too long."
She didn't even look his way but kept her eyes on the magazine. Jude was confused, it wasn't like anything he'd read about in his Futa - Male Interactions textbook. When Ida noticed he was still around she put down her magazine.
"What are you waiting for? I've given you your orders, go!" Jude caught himself and apologised. Bent down to collect her dirty laundry that had spread out across the floor and left for the laundry room. As he walked down the corridor, he passed a futa accompanied by her male, they were holding hands and smiled at each other. He curtsied as they passed and the futa turned her head and winked at him.
When he got to the laundry room, he emptied the bag in a basket. She must not have done her laundry in some time as they had begun to smell. clamping his nose shut he sorted the laundry in the correct order of color and temperature and threw it into the washing machines. Lucky for him, all the boys were in class or preoccupied taking their futas for a tour so there were no one else doing their laundry. He sat down on the bench and waited for the washing machines to finish.
Ida said she wanted a foot massage before he left. As a ballet dancer it was important to take care of one's feet and he had a lot of experience massaging feet.
Perhaps her mood would improve if he did it well.
The machine beeped, signalling the end of its programme. He took out the laundry, put the heavier fabrics into the dryer and hung the more tender ones in the drying room. When it was all dry, he ironed the shirts and folded the rest into a washing bag. He worked as fast as he could but made sure to leave no creases. Idas bag smelled, so he handwashed it in the washing sink and put in a pair of sachets to give it a nice scent. All done, he grabbed the bags and headed back to his room. It took two and a half hours but it couldn't have been done any faster.
When he entered the room, Ida moaned.
"What took you so long? I've been waiting for ages. Didn't I tell you to hurry?"
"Sorry ma'm, I worked as fast as I could." She snorted at that.
"Okay then, I forgive you. Now get over here and massage my feet."
He sat by the end of the bed and rubbed her feet. At first she kept reading another magazine but then she put it down and leaned her head back to the pillow.
"Oh, that feels so good, you really do know your foot massages."
"Thank you, ma'm, I'm a ballet dancer, so I have some experience."
"Ballet dancer, you're kidding?"
"No, ma'm."
"Who the hell does ballet anymore? That's for old people! You should dance a more modern style, like twerking or..." she glanced at his behind, "perhaps breakdancing would be more fitted for you."
He felt a knot tighten in his chest but swallowed his pride and kept quiet. She must be testing his resolve to see if he would follow Mrs Fawlorne's instructions. After he'd massaged her feet and calves for twenty minutes, she propped herself up on her elbows and regarded his face.
"Hey, you're a real cutie, aren't you?"
His cheeks flared.
"Get over here."
He walked over to stand next to the bed and she told him to turn around. With both hands she grabbed his butt and squeezed hard. He almost cried out as her fingers dug into the flesh.
"Not so bad, not so bad at all but what are you hiding underneath. Why don't we find out? Pull down your pants."
He got an ominous feeling about the situation. While it wasn't possible for a futa to be rude to a male, there were still certain protocols they should adhere to. He unzipped his zipper and pulled the pants down.
"Underwear too."
Jude gulped but did as she told him and pulled his underwear down to bare himself before her. She proceeded to grab his buttocks, digging her nails into the skin and squeezing hard.
"You couldn't tell at first glance but you have quite an ass on you, boy. It's not big, but it has a nice curve and softness, while still well toned. I suppose you didn't lie about being a dancer. I wonder what your asshole looks like though." She lifted him up and placed him over her laps, keeping an arm around his hips with a strong grip and separated his asscheeks with the other hand.
"Oh goddess, look at that little plush thing, it's so cute." She tapped her finger on it. This was bad, this was really bad.
"mhm, I'd love to break that little thing in."
"Ma'm, we're not allowed to have penetrative sex," He said with a stiff voice.
Ida stopped moving and let go of him.
"Don't be stupid, I already know that."
"Sorry," He said and leaned down to pull his pants up.
"Did I tell you to pull your pants up?"
"No ma'm, you didn't. Sorry."
She crossed her arms.
"You can still do handjobs, right?"
"Yes ma'm, that's correct."
"Well, take off the rest of your clothes then and get on the bed."
He did as she said, laying bare on the bedsheet, embarrassed and unsure how to behave. It was his first time naked with a futa. Ida unzipped her pants and pulled out her cock.
"Go ahead," She said nudging at it with her fingers. She was barely seven inches long, probably closer to six but it was the first futa dick Jude had seen apart from the illustrations in his textbooks. He grabbed it with trembling hands and stroked the shaft. His strokes where spastic and he was scared to look at it.
"Hey keep attention to what you're doing. Where did all that skill go from when you massaged my feet earlier?"
He took the hint, looked at her cock and imagined it was a very sore foot. He pulled the foreskin up and down, turned his wrists and alternated the pressure, dropped a ball of saliva on his palms and rubbed them together to give it better traction. Ida moaned.
"That's better, now cup my balls."
He caressed her balls with soft rolling motions, then sped up his tugs, pulling deeper towards the root. Her body reacted to it and she thrust her hips forward to meet his tugs halfway. She reached out and grabbed his hair and clenched the other around his throat, squeezing so hard he couldn't breathe. He was scared she would try to pull his head down on her cock but she didn't and just kept his head in place.
"aah fuck that's good. Tug harder you, slut!" She thrust violently with her hips then arched her back so that her dick was only inches away from his face as she cried out "AAAAH! Take my seed, whore!" She ejaculated in five powerful gusts, drenching his face in cum and exhaled as she slumped back on the bed, eyes almost rolled up in their sockets. Jude sat back and waited for her to address him. Realising he was still sitting there she waved him off with a hand. Jude rushed into the toilet and quickly wiped off the sperm with a towel, then reached for the scrub and a soap and washed his entire head, scrubbing deep to get it out from his scalp. That had been too close, if just a tiny bit off it had gotten inside his mouth he would've broken the second rule. In his mind's eye he saw Mrs Fawlorne with a put off expression on her face, shaking her head in disdain. When he stepped out of the toilet, Ida had fallen asleep, snoring loudly where she lay on the bed, arms and legs spread out. It was a bit early on the day to sleep, he thought. Jude wondered if he should wipe her off but decided against it lest he wake her up. So he covered her in a blanket and got dressed instead.
He sat down at his desk and brought out his textbooks to study. He felt that he needed to touch back on the subject of Futa - Male Interactions.
Jude didn't leave his room many times that week. The only instances Ida allowed it was when she ordered him to bring her a snack or some other errand. She demanded he would awaken before her and give her a handjob as soon as she awoke. So Jude would get up before dawn and sit next to the bed and wait. One morning he waited for four hours as Ida had decided to sleep in that day. He got an advance on his summer allowance to buy a new pair of ballet shoes and when Ida heard of this she forced him to give her the money and spent it all on an evening out with her friends at the nearby village. He woke that night by her sitting across his chest, rubbing her cock on his face. Her breath stank of alcohol and she was all sweaty.
She prohibited him from wearing anything but lingerie when he was inside the room but he only had one set, which she ripped on the second day, so she made him wear one of hers instead. He was instructed to sit on his knees and wait by the door each time she left the room. Sometimes he'd be sitting there for hours, until his legs ached and his knees chafed. He made the best he could of it, positioning himself in front of the mirror so he could look around the room without having to get up, he also placed his schoolbag near the door so he could study while he awaited her return. Ida became progressively crueler during the week and he bore the marks of it. His wrists and neck had been bruised, with visual imprints of her fingers where she grabbed him during sex. She never crossed the line of being violent though and the bruises always came from a sexual context. Ida claimed she not aware of how hard she grabbed him even though he told her it hurt. Thus they were not of a violent nature but sexual, she explained. The third morning she suggested he lick her body, he'd been hesitant at first but couldn't find a reason to object. Since that day every time they had sex she pushed him closer and closer towards her cock and eventually she told him to lick her shaft. He'd been shocked at this and was just about to refuse when she said, "It's not really penetration, is it? As long as you don't put it inside your mouth."
She was correct, Mrs Fawlorne explicitly stated that all penetrative sex was prohibited, so as long as he kept it on the outside it should be okay.
He would lick her shaft, kiss the glans and suck on her balls. Ida had two moves which she particularly enjoyed. One was when she would pry his jaw open to its full extent and place her cock between his lips then, with an arm around his neck and holding her cock in place with the other, she would thrust her hips back and forth. It was like a blowjob without the penetration. The other move was when she pushed his face down into her crotch and forced him to lick her asshole clean. Jude was scared the whole time, fearing she would lose herself to the lust and go too far but she didn't, until the very last morning.
Something changed in her eyes that day, and the way she looked at him reminded Jude of a hungry predator regarding a piece of meat. She crossed the line that day, spanking him so viciously he cried out in pain.
Jude didn't understand why she was so cruel to him. He'd performed her every wish to the extent of his abilities. He knew he wasn't a bad boy, because Fawlorne often praised him and if it was good enough for her then why couldn't it be good enough for Ida?
He looked for an excuse to leave the room and report it to the school authorities, asking if he could get her something to drink or a snack before she left. She looked at him with a sadistic smile and a violent glow in her eyes.
"Oh, I'm hungry alright," she said.
Jude didn't understand what she meant but he didn't like the situation, Ida acted in a threatening manner and he was afraid. She walked to the door, locked it and put the key in her pocket.
"Let me tell you that I've been going easy on you this week. It's time for us to have some real fun and then we'll see if you're truly husband material."
She pushed him down onto the bed.
"M-ma'm, I don't think this is proper, shouldn't you be preparing your bags?"
"You can do that when we're done," she said, climbed on top of him and pulled down his pants.
"What are you doing? Please stop!"
She sat on his chest, clenched a hand around his neck, balled the other into a fist and held it before his face.
"Shut up! Next time you talk back, your nose gets it."
"Please, don't."
She punched him right on the bridge of his nose. It wasn't a hard punch but hard enough to make it creak and his eyes water at the pain. She tied his wrist to the bedposts and lowered her face to his so he could the smell the breath of the bacon and eggs she had for breakfast.
"You think you're so special, don't you? You walk around as you please, flaunting your goods and seduce futas all around you without a single thought of how they feel about it. For an entire week you've showed off that plump little asshole for me. Have you no shame? Seducing a futa and luring her in with bodily charms only to remind her that she can't have it. How dare you? No, this time it's my turn to show you what it's like to be a male. Your ass belongs to me!"
Jude's heart froze and his shoulders trembled in despair. She meant to penetrate him, to bind him to her will.
The act of binding was when a futa ejaculated inside a male, futa sperm had calming and domesticating attributes when released inside a male. Of course, proper bindings took months, even years before they became permanent and the male dependent on his mistress cum. Though the act of binding had taken a more symbolic meaning in recent decades. It began when the current government established the new Male protection and marriage laws, and rape outside of marriage was outlawed. The upper classes then began to place high value upon a male's virginity, demanding them to be pure and unbound. A male who was bound, either willingly or by force, wouldn't be considered for marriage. Rape of a male could lead to imprisonment but that was rare, because there was a clause to the law, saying that if the male had acted in a seductive manner the futa could not be held responsible. Perhaps that was what Ida was hoping for but Jude had not been trying to eg her on, or seduce her. His intentions were pure. However, the question was whether the court would believe an orphaned boy over a futa from an aristocratic family. Worse yet, if he was bound it would disqualify him from the championships.
He looked at the savage silhouette of Ida, her cock throbbed in his face and she drooled from her mouth. He had to do something, fight back or scream for help, if she penetrated him all of his future prospects would be taken away and he would be sent back to the slums, living and dying as a factory slave, forgotten and unloved.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.
"What the hell, didn't I tell you to shut up?" She slapped him on his cheek but he kept screaming and rocked the bed back and forth, banging his head against the wall. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it over his face.
"You fucking slut, how dare you disobey me. And here I thought I was going to start slow. That's over now. I'll break that shitter of yours."
She picked up a used t-shirt and shoved it inside his mouth then turned him around with his butt facing up. "Now prepare yourself, I'm going in."
He clenched his buttocks for all he was worth, futa cocks had a hardness to them though. There was a knock on the door and they heard Mikkels voice.
"Hey Jude, are you okay? I heard a scream in there."
"Fuck," Ida said, her dick pointing towards Jude's butt. She calmed her breathing and spoke.
"He's okay, he was just a bit tired and took his midday nap. Please keep your voice down."
"Are you sure? It didn't sound like it."
What a fucking persistent male, Ida thought. Upon hearing his friend's voice Jude struggled even more. Ida covered his mouth with her hand but he managed to break free and spat the t-shirt out.
"HELP! HELP ME!"
They heard Mikkel dart away, probably running to fetch the guards.
"Fuck! you couldn't let me have some fun, could you?" She screamed at him and then clench her hand around his windpipe. She raised her right fist and punched down on his face.
"HOW - FUCKING DARE - YOU, - YOU FUCKING - SLUT!" She punched him several times across his nose and lips. Jude heard something break and blood gushed into his mouth. The surroundings blurred and black dots danced upon his vision.
"It's okay, it's going to be okay. This only means I don't have that much time," Ida said as if to calm herself.
Without further ado she grabbed his ass cheeks and separated them, Jude tried clench them shut but she was too strong.
A bolt of pain shot through his spine as Ida speared into him. She didn't go slow or wait for him to adjust but thrust herself balls deep from the get go, and roughly pulled in and out so that her balls slapped at his crotch. He gave out a muffled cry, the pain so intense he couldn't breathe. Even though Ida was small it would take weeks, even months for a male to comfortably take a futa cock.
"Oh fuu-uuck, that's good. Virgin boypussy is the best," she cried, her words appearing as a dark entity within Jude's mind, asserting its dominance over him.
There was a bang on the door.
"Open this door right now or we'll break it in," they heard Chris call from the other side.
"Dammit, they're already here." Ida clenched her hands around his throat and squeezed so hard her nails dug into the skin and drew blood. She increased the pace, huffing and puffing as sweat dripped onto Judes back. His vision darkened, only aware of the erratic beating of his heart and Idas cock tearing his asshole apart. His head rested in a pool of blood, snot and tears as his consciousness slipped away.
Ida leaned down to whisper in his ears.
"You think they will save you, you're wrong. My family is amongst the most powerful families in the entire empire and once you're bound, we'll force the school to sell you to me. Then I can take you home for summer and rape you every day. Hah! I don't care if they expel me, there's other schools that allow pets and then you can be my footrest for the rest of your life, as befits a male. Now get ready to take my cum. I'll expect you to thank me later."
There was a banging on the door as the guards tried to break it down. Ida's groans got an animalistic tone and she shortened her thrusts and kept her cock deeper inside.
Boom! Boom! The door sounded and the hinges loosened.
Ida gave an incoherent groan as she shoved her cock down to the bottom and gave it a few rough shakes.
Boom! Boom! the door began to splinter.
"Oh goddess, here it comes," Ida screamed, grabbed Jude's hair and pulled his head up, arching him so far he thought he would break in two, and thrust her cock forward. The door was smashed open. Chris rushed forward and threw herself at Ida, tackling her to the floor. Ida, who'd been so caught up in her act, was taken by surprise.
"Get off me at once, you big brute. My mother will have you hanged for this."
Chris grabbed Ida's head and smashed her face into the floor.
"what are you doing?" she cried out but Chris kept smashing her face again and again, "Stop - this - at - once... Uunnhr."
Ida passed out and Chris pulled her limp body up to a seated position, handcuffing her hands behind her back and then turned to Jude. She gasped at what she saw.
They had been too late.