Chapter 16 - Bad boys
Two weeks had passed since the night at the cabin.
It was with a sense of lacking he realised his asshole was no longer sore.
While it was nice to be able to sit in class without the discomfort, the constant unease had been a reminder that Chris had been deeply lodged inside him.
He reached for his toy box and picked out three of the futa sized dildos, a red, a black and a golden. He placed the red at his ass and then tried to sit down on it. Ever since that night it had been hard to penetrate himself with those sizes, how had he done it?
"Oh Chris, you're so strong," He whispered to himself and tried to push it in but only got to a third of its length.
He grabbed the black one.
"M-Mrs Fawlorne, you're hard already! Are you that happy to see me?" He closed his lips around and pushed it into his throat, at least it still worked as it should.
"Ms Meredith, may I suck on your cock as well? I can? Thank you."
He switched between blowing the golden and the black dildo. It was a game he played each morning where he would relive the memories of that night. It was silly but he couldn't help himself.
He kept sucking the Meredith and the Fawlorne Dildos while bouncing on the chris one until he ejaculated all over his bed. He slumped down, chest heaving and reached for his bedside table and brought out chris's letter from the drawer, smelled the sweet floral fragrance and hugged it to his chest. He sighed. It was a poor replacement for the real deal.
The alarm clock went off.
He scrambled out of the bed, collected his toys and went to the bathroom to clean them off.
Waking up in the mornings had become harder, he'd thought that since Starigold left, and he didn't have to practice for six to eight hours every day, his energy would return. It didn't.
He started practicing ballet again on his own and asked the school's dance instructor to teach him though she said that she was nowhere near qualified enough. He'd refuted it but she remained adamant. She promised to help in any way she could though and he was allowed to use the practice hall any time he wished. It felt strange to dance on his own though, so he practiced with the ballet club instead. They were all happy to see him and the warm welcome eased his heart. Lukas hugged him and asked if he was feeling better.
The bullying stopped but the other students still treated him as if he were a ghost. It didn't matter. He'd never stood out much anyway.
When he was all geared up, he left his room and headed out for a morning run. Winter covered the landscape in its soft embrace, temperatures had dropped below zero and the trees glittered with snow and frost. He passed the guardhouse to see if chris was there but she wasn't on duty today. He hadn't seen her since that day two weeks ago, maybe they'd changed her shift.
He kept running, the snow crunched under his feet and left a pleasing sensation on his feet. It was still dark and the sun wouldn't rise for another two hours.
He arrived at the cottage and squinted between the shutters, the interior was shrouded in dark shades but he could see the outline of the bed. It made him skittish to think he'd been fucked by Fawlorne, Meredith and Chris there. It felt like a dream.
He ran back to the school, showered and prepared for class.
The day passed and Jude sat through his classes, struggling to keep attentive. When the final class was over, Juliette, Meredith's secretary, waited for him outside.
"Jude could you please come with me, the headmistress wishes to speak with you."
The other boys looked at him with envy but it was misplaced. He'd been expecting this for a while, Meredith would officially announce his withdrawal from the championships. He swallowed, gathered his courage and nodded to Juliette. She knocked on the door as they arrived at Meredith's office.
"Enter," Meredith called back and Juliette opened the door to let him in.
Meredith was sitting at her desk, reading a paper.
"Good evening Jude, sit," She motioned towards the chair across her desk. Jude curtsied and sat down. Meredith put the paper aside and looked into his eyes.
"Do you know why I've called you here today?"
"Yes, to announce my withdrawal from the competition." He bowed his head, he'd feared this for a long time.
"No, that's not why I called you. It's true that a decision will be made, but I have yet to make that decision."
Jude looked confused.
"In an hour I will meet with Mrs Epstein from the committee to give her my answer. Before then I'd wish to hear from you."
"From me?"
"Yes, Jude. In making my decision I'd like to know how you feel about it.Do you still want to compete or would you like to withdraw?"
It was all too sudden, Jude had never envisioned his opinion would be considered but taken it for granted they would withdraw him.
He stayed silent, contemplating his options. To withdraw was the easier path, it would spare him the pain and stress of performing. What if he failed again? It was a huge risk. Something stirred within him though, an angry voice bellowing through all of his anxiety and regret.
"I'm not sure, I'd thought it was decided already. I can't believe I shamed our school like I did. I never want to go through that again. What do you think, M'am?"
Meredith Leaned back in her chair
"My concern is for your welfare. While I've considered pulling you from the competition I can't make up my mind what's right. Sure, it would spare you the risk of a repeat of what happened during the TV special but is that really alright? Are you fine with leaving it like this? If your answer is yes, then that's that but if your answer is no, that you'd like to continue, I will take that into consideration. I will support you whatever your decision is."
"I'd like to do it" he blurted out without thinking, surprised by the sudden vigour of his voice.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, m'am," he paused to collect his thoughts, "ever since that day when... when I collapsed, something's been tugging at me inside. I can't shake this feeling and I know within my heart that if I can't do this, if I can't show everyone who believed in me they were not wrong to do so, I'll never forgive myself. I think if I can do this, even though I will probably not do very well, I can feel at ease with myself once more, knowing that I did my best."
Meredith nodded in approval.
"It pleases me to hear. It would be sad to lose our top pick in the championships and I think Mrs Epstein will agree. Now on to another subject. How are you feeling Jude, is your health good? Any Pain?"
"I feel good, ever since..."
He blushed and looked at his hands, smiling dumbly to himself.
"ever since, I've been feeling much better."
"That's good. I have to admit I was worried, we did go pretty far."
The subject made the both of them self-conscious and they fell silent.
Meredith cleared her throat.
"Well, it's good to hear you're doing okay. Have you thought about the act you'd wish to perform at the competition? I understand if you need some time to prepare but don't take too long. The competition is in less than three weeks."
"To be honest, I haven't thought much about it. I thought I would not compete anymore, sorry."
"It's okay. Do you have any ideas though?"
"When I trained with Ms Starigold we planned on doing the sleeping beauty."
"Ah, I've seen that one."
"Yes, it's very popular but I was thinking of another, not so well known act, called 'An homage to the spring goddess by the lonesome little fairy'. It's an old play and I don't think many have heard of it."
"Interesting, what's it about?"
"It's about a fairy who's not like the other fairies. He can't make things grow or tune up a song with the spring birds. He has no wings and lives grounded in a hollow underneath an old oak. The other fairies find him strange and keeps away, thus he becomes the lonesome little fairy. He cares for the old oak to the best of his ability, keeping the roots airy and well fed, but the loneliness gets to him. He wants to fit in with the other fairies, to be accepted and make friends but every time he tries things only get worse. During the coming of spring all the fairies gather to perform a rite to the goddess of spring, dancing and singing her name to be carried by the winds. The lonesome fairy decides to partake and the fairys laugh at him 'you can't even fly, how are you going to dance then?' they say. The spring rite dance is done by flying in circles and patterns above a holy mound and as he has no wings he can't take part in the other fairys dance. He goes ahead anyway and when the day comes all the fairies of the forest takes flight. Left on the ground is the lonesome little faerie. He starts to dance in a way only he can. Then the spring goddess appears and to everyone's surprise she addresses the lonesome little faerie.
'what's your name' the spring goddess asks.
'Mikla' says the faerie, he's afraid now, thinking he's angered the goddess with his ugly dance.
'I'm so sorry if I've angered you but I wanted to dance in your glory. I can't fly so this is the best I can do.'
The spring goddess looks at it, bewildered.
'Well of course you can't fly and your dance was beautiful' she then explains that the little faerie is not a regular faerie but an undergrowth fairy, a fairy that tends to the roots of the forest and all the little critters underneath the ground.
'we are lucky to have you, undergrowth faeries are rare and their work is important for the forest. Would you care to dance more for me, it was so beautiful'
The little fairy then dance for the spring goddess and when the rite is over she reach out her hand to touch his head.
'Thank you, it was long since I saw a dance like that. Let me return a gift to you.'
She taps his forehead and for a brief moment he can see the roots of every tree in the forest and the tiny critters that acts as their guardians, removing mold, digging tunnels to help them breathe, he sees the fungi that decomposes shed foliage and dead roots to fuel the birth of another tree, a perfect circle of life.
'Remember child, there are more ways to fly than one.'
After that day the other faeries accepted him and he makes many friends. He feels at ease with himself and he's no longer the lonesome fairy."
Jude caught his breath, he'd been speaking for a while and looked at Meredith.
"Sorry, m'am, I hope I didn't bore you."
"Not at all, I've never heard that story before and I know some about ballet. Where did you find it?"
"The librarian was clearing out the library of old books and videos, that's when I found the tape. She was kind enough to let me have it. It was very old and grainy, I believe it was the only time recorded. It needs some tweaking but I have some ideas," Jude blushed, "would you like to see?"
"Right now?"
"If it's okay with you."
"Go ahead."
"Okay so in the original version you do a lot of Pointe, it was hard before but with the training I've done with Ms Starigold I think I can pull it off."
He stood up and moved the chair to the side then stood up en Pointe. He took a long stride, placed his foot in turnout and spun around to return to pointe.
"It's basic but requires strong toes. I was thinking of adding a leg swing every second step and a pirouette on the third. It goes something like this."
He stood back up on pointe, took a step, turned, took another and swung his leg in a wide arch and in the next step he did a double pirouette then finished with another step. Meredith gasped, she'd seen enough ballet to understand what an advanced move it was. Every single piece was a basic facet of ballet but put together they formed an harmonious motion of beauty and grace. To keep a steady momentum and not stumble forward during the leg swing and the pirouette required an otherworldly control, if the pace fluctuated by the smallest margin the rhythm would break and the dancer would lose his balance. Jude repeated the sequence, stepping around her desk but this time he faltered.
"Watch out," she called and caught him as he was about to fall.
"Sorry, it needs some fine tuning."
He'd fallen right into her lap.
"Do you think you can pull it off? The championships is in three weeks."
He nodded.
"Yes" He looked at her with his big blue eyes. Meredith felt her crotch stir. She'd kept it professional since the night in the cabin but damn those beautiful eyes of his. He didn't react to her dick poking at his butt. Had he not felt it?
"Ms Meredith?"
"Yes?"
"There is something I've always wondered but I don't want to seem rude."
"what is it?"
"Why don't you have any males?"
She raised her eyebrows in surprise.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, it's just that I don't understand how such an amazing futa as yourself don't have any bound males."
It was strange and he wasn't the only one who thought so. She wondered if she should try to explain it to him. That she looked down upon the whole idea of binding males. How some futas collected harems of males and treated them as little more than property. As a young futa she'd taken part in illegal male rights groups. She'd been a fool then and had grown wiser with the years. To think that futas and males could coexist on equal footing was wishful thinking. Nonetheless, it had not weakened her disgust of certain government policies. If they could not be equals, then at least males should be well cared for and protected from those who looked down upon them.
"I guess I'm a bit of a romantic, never met the right one," She said. What a silly lie it was but Jude seemed to take it to heart.
"I understand," he said, "As expected of the headmistress, you really are amazing."
Before she knew it her hand reached out and caressed his head. He looked so frail and vulnerable in her lap, curling up and nudging his nose at her breasts. He shifted his weight and his butt stroked against her cock. Her heartbeat quickened. This has to stop, she thought. She lifted him up to put him down on his feet but he seemed to have another idea and sunk down to sit between her legs. He noticed the huge bulge underneath her skirt and looked up at her.
"Ms Meredith, m'am?"
Oh goddess, those eyes.
"Sorry Jude, it's just a natural reaction."
She moved her hands to put her cock in place.
"May I?" he asked, but didn't wait for her permission and reached under her skirt. His hand clasped around her cock, his soft skin on her dick causing her to tremble.
"Wait, what are you?"
He lifted her skirt and dove underneath. a moment later his lips were around her.
"No stop, ohhh."
His soft, plush lips ran down her shaft and soon her entire cock was enclosed by his mouth. He folded his tongue around her and licked at the head inside.
Goddess, that feels so good.
She was already losing herself and her vision dimmed in her passion.
No, I can't do this!
She pushed him back. Her cock popped out of his mouth with a schlop and a long strand of saliva clung to his chin. He fell back under her desk and looked back at her with a hurt expression.
"I said no!"
"Sorry, I thought you wanted to."
"Just because a futa's cock is erect doesn't mean she wants to have sex. You should know as much."
He averted his gaze to the floor.
"Sorry, Ms Meredith, I don't know what got into me."
"I forgive you, now get out from under there. I have a meeting with Mrs Epstein soon."
There was a knock on the door. Meredith looked at the clock, it had been an hour already, where had time flown by.
"Headmistress, Mrs Epstein is here," Juliette called through the door.
Meredith looked down at Jude, he was wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
This is bad. Hanna is quite an observant futa, a single look at Jude and the bulge underneath her skirt and she would grow suspicious. With a single sniff she would smell her dick on Jude's face and realise what had happened. It would ruin her reputation!
She thought fast, did her best to hide her cock underneath her skirt, leaned down and whispered to jude.
"Okay Jude, you will have to hide. Do you understand?"
He nodded.
"Don't get out from underneath the desk and stay quiet. Promise me."
"I promise," he said and curled up under the desk.
Meredith took out her pocket mirror, she looked acceptable.
"You can let her in now," she called back to Juliette and the door opened.
Juliette glanced inside, surprised to not see Jude. Meredith met her gaze and gave her a meaningful look.
"Mrs Epstein," She greeted her and got up, careful to not let her cock slide to the side and give her away.
"Ms Meredith, a pleasure as always though I'd wish it had been under other circumstances."
They shook hands and Meredith motioned to the chair.
"Please, take a seat."
They sat down and Meredith offered her a glass of water.
"How's the boy?" Hanna asked.
"He's good, a bit shaken and he blames himself but he will recover."
Hanna examined her closely.
"And have you made your decision?"
"Yes, we plan to go along with his participation. With your blessings of course."
"Are you sure? It's one thing to botch it during the TV special, another at the finals. The committee will need some assurances."
Meredith bowed her head.
"I will take full responsibility. I can't speak highly enough of Jude. While his frail constitution worries me I want to see what he can do. As you saw during liberation day, he's something special."
She felt Jude stir underneath the desk.
"Then you have my blessings."
"Thank you."
Hanna took a sip of her water.
"So have you spoken to Jude about what he'll perform?"
Jude shifted his weight and his hand brushed against the inside of her thigh. Meredith gulped and her cock twitched at the touch.
"Yes, I discussed it with him today. He's pulled out something interesting this time."
Hanna raised a brow.
"That so? Tell me more."
Meredith inhaled to speak but then Jude placed a hand on her thigh. She swallowed, leaned forward and pushed it away.
"An Homage to the spring goddess by the lonesome little faerie."
"Never heard of it."
"Neither had I. It's an old play, almost unheard of, about a fairy performing the spring rites. Uhnn," she supressed a gasp as Jude placed a hand underneath her skirt, sending a tingling sensation through her gut. She tried to push it away but he pressed himself forward and refused to let go. She took a deep breath to focus on the conversation.
"Interesting. So to get back on his health, do you know what caused him to collapse?"
"I had the school doctors test him," Jude grabbed her cock with both hands and forced her to concede it to him, she couldn't fight it with Hanna looking, "All his values are good. She believes it was caused by stress."
"I heard you fired Ms Starigold, is that connected?"
Meredith tried to collect her thoughts but it was hard with a boy tugging at her cock.
"No, we were happy with her though we both agreed it was a bad fit."
What wasn't a bad fit though was her cock inside Jude's mouth, which slipped right in. She bit her lip to not cry out.
"uhn, her teaching style did not fit Jude so we decided it was best to part ways." Judes mouth was so warm and he caressed her balls in his hands. What had gotten into him? He was consciously disobedient.
"uhnn - we agreed - uuhnn - that - huff - it was for the best," It was not what she had meant to say but she'd forgotten the words halfway through.
"Are you okay?" Hanna asked and leaned forward to look at her face, "You look flushed."
With a gargantuan effort she regained control of herself.
"Thanks for your concern. Uhm I've been feeling a bit under the weather lately. It comes with the season."
Hanna looked worried.
"You must remember to rest once in a while."
"Yes, I will."
She almost screamed as Jude deepthroated her, clenching his lips around the base of her cock and sucking hard on it.
Oh goddess it's so bad, yet it feels so good.
She looked around in desperation for something to distract Hanna with. Her cock was throbbing like crazy inside Judes mouth and she was almost at her limit. She found Mikkel's profile papers.
"Oh yea - hnn - I revised some information on Mikkel, I believe you'll find it interesting." She handed it over to Hanna.
While Hanna looked it over she let her hand slide down and grabbed Jude's hair then jerked his head on her cock. So he wanted it that bad? Well then let him have it. She pushed him down all the way, held him fast and thrust hard several times.Such a naughty disobedient boy, I'll fill him up until he gags, she thought and emptied her balls into his throat.
Jude gagged and Hanna looked up.
"Did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"It sounded like... no it must have been my imagination." She looked at Meredith.
"You're all red and sweaty! Are you sure you're okay?"
Meredith felt tired, and her vision was blurry but it was easier to focus with her balls empty rather than full. The soft sensation of Jude sucking on her cock was lovely though.
"I do feel dizzy. Sorry Hanna, do you think we can conclude this meeting early?"
"But of course, you shouldn't push yourself. I'll call you tomorrow and if you're feeling better, we can discuss it then. Anyway, I will go through with Jude's application."
"Thank you."
Meredith reached her hand out and Hanna shook it.
"I will hear from you tomorrow then, I'm so sorry about this."
"It's okay. I'll tell your assistant to send for the doctor. Take care Ms Meredith and make sure to get some rest."
Mrs Epstein got up from her chair and left the room. Meredith leaned back and exhaled, it seemed they had gotten away with it. Juliette appeared in the doorway.
"M'am, are you okay? Mrs Epstein said you were unwell."
"I'm quite okay, thank you."
Juliette looked around the room and when she couldn't spot Jude, she gave Meredith a meaningful look. Meredith met her gaze until she averted her eyes.
"You can take off early, I'll retire soon myself."
"yes m'am" Juliette said but lingered.
"Is there something you wish to say?" Meredith said with an icy stare.
"No m'am, I'll take my leave then."
With a last glance around the room she left and closed the door.
Meredith leaned forward on her desk and rubbed her temples. That was too close and there was no doubt Juliette knew exactly what was going on. She would need to speak to her and make sure she kept her silence, perhaps an early christmas bonus was due.
She looked down on Jude, still sitting underneath her desk, licking up her cum around his lips
What had gotten into him? This behaviour was so unlike him. He was by all means a role model student, with top grades across the board and special recognition in etiquette. Not only had he sucked her off without permission, he'd done so in a situation which could disgrace her. A thought struck her, he'd done it without knowing of his immunity to sperm. Had he tried to bind himself to her? While it was a flattering thought, it was an outrage. A male deciding who to bind himself with! Had this been his plan all along? She thought back on how he fell into her lap. It was all too convenient, it didn't look as if he'd lost his balance after all.
Rage surged within her. How dared he put her in a situation like that and how dared he juggle with her reputation.
Jude noticed her stare.
"How dare you?" Merediths voice trembled.
"I-Im sorry."
"Sorry don't cut it," she roared, grabbed his arm and pulled him up on her lap.
Jude yelped as she ripped his pants off to bare his bottom. He wriggled to get away but she put an arm around his chest and constrained him.
"Bad boy!" she said and slapped his ass. It left a light, pink mark and his ass jiggled in a way that pleased the eye.
"Sorry," he cried out. She slapped his asscheeks several times until they were flaring red and an outline of her hand could be seen on them. She panted and leaned back, perhaps that was enough. She didn't particularly enjoy punishing boys but it was an important part of their upbringing. If you never drew a line they would keep testing the limit. She leaned to the side to check how he was taking it and then her heart stopped, he was smiling.
He was smiling?!
Her rage resurfaced double-fold.
"Wipe that stupid grin off your face," she roared and slapped his ass full power.
"Is this funny to you? You humiliated me in front of an associate, you put the entire school's reputation at risk and you think it's something to be happy about."
Jude bit his lip to hide away his smile though his eyes still beamed which only enraged Meredith further. She kept slapping his butt over and over. She was fuming and her vision dimmed in fiery shades of red. While spanking boys weren't her kind of thing she had to admit, even through her rage, that Jude's butt left a pleasing impression on her palm. She let her hands stay on his asscheek and squeezed until he cried out.
"That's more like it," She said, "this is your punishment for being such a naughty, bad boy."
"Yes, mistress."
She was too angry to notice he'd called her mistress but kept squeezing his ass with both hands then separated the cheeks to reveal his plush little asshole.
Oh goddess, it looks so tender.
Her cock awakened once more, throbbing like it couldn't contain itself within its size.
She lifted him up and threw on the desk, crashing the lamp down onto the floor and scattering the papers across the room. He tried to get up but she pushed his face flat on the wood, whipped out her cock and let it rest over the crack of his ass. She leaned over and whispered in his ear.
"Never before in my career has a boy acted with such disrespect, shame on you, bad boy."
"Sorry mistress."
She snorted at that, if he was so sorry then why did he do it?
"Not good enough. You want my cock that badly? Well then don't go crying after you get it. This is what happens to bad boys."
She thrust her cock into his ass, not bothering to lube it up but going straight in. Jude cried out and his entire body tensed, legs shooting straight to the sides. Meredith wasn't about to show any mercy though.
"Bad boys gets punished."
She laid on top of him, putting all her weight on his chest so it was hard for him to breathe, then she grabbed the hem of the desk and pushed herself all the way in. His asshole was tight and clenched around her cock to try to expel it though it was all in vain and only accentuated her pleasure. She reached over and put a hand over his mouth. He looked back at her with a horrified expression.Not so cocky with an ass full of cock, she thought.
"Take a deep breath, cause you're not getting another until I'm done. Yea, that's right. Bad boys don't get to breathe."
He inhaled through his nose and then she clenched it shut between her thumb and index finger.
She leaned back again, pulling him up with her. Clenched her other hand around his neck and got to work on his ass, thrusting in an out the full length of her cock, slamming him into the desk. The lack of oxygen forced his body to relax and he got easier to penetrate.
When was the last time she fucked a boy like this? Had she ever fucked a boy like this before?
Her rage gave way to primal lust. She had never felt anything like it before, so in control. She was a queen, a goddess fucking her helpless subject. She screamed as she ejaculated inside his ass, she'd lasted a little over five minutes but it had been the most pleasurable five minutes of her life.
She let go of his throat and he slumped down on the desk. Then grabbed his delicious ass instead to thrust in during the last spurts of sperm. When done she fell back in her chair and exhaled. The world spinning and burning as her lust came down.
She looked at her handiwork.
Jude lay unmoving on her desk, his asscheeks were a deep red, shifting into purple and his asshole convulsed. She did not remember spanking him that hard.
"Jude?"
He did not answer.
Fear gripped her heart.
She stood and leaned over the desk.
"Jude, can you hear me?"
He stirred, opened his eyes and looked at her with a confused expression.
"Meredith?" He blinked, "Is it over?"
A stab of pain shot through her chest at seeing him this way. He looked to be struggling to stay awake.
"Does it hurt?" she asked.
"No, it's fine" It was an obvious lie. His face twitched at the pain.
"I'm so sorry but..." she was about to say he shouldn't have angered her but that was no excuse. She was the teacher and he was the student. It was her job to guide him. Punishment was warranted when a boy crossed the line but there was no reason for her to go that far. She could have spanked him and be done with it. Instead she'd fucked his ass raw.
She had never lost her cool that way before, it was something in the way he smiled as she spanked him.
It was unacceptable. If the board found out there would be major consequences, they might even consider it rape as Jude was not legally bound to her. Should she try to cover it up? No, she'd gone too far this time and against the boy which she'd considered a son of her own. She had to own up to it.
"Jude I'll take you to the infirmary to let Nina have a look at you."
he met her gaze.
"Wouldn't that cause trouble for you?"
"No," she lied, "I'll be fine, what's more important is that you get the care you need right now."
"I don't want to go there, please. I just need to rest for a short while and I'll be better."
She nodded but she still planned on having Nina take a look at him. She put him down on the floor, opened a drawer and brought out a soothing balm which she offered to the boys after she spanked them. Spanking boys should be for their own good and not for the pleasure of the futa. It was done to draw a line so the boy would know that bad behaviour had consequences. Applying balm on their asses afterwards was a way of telling them she still cared. She had yet to spank a boy twice, they always learned the first time.
"Relax, im going to apply a balm to your ass. It might sting a little."
Shame burned in her chest as she saw the result of her handiwork, and the imprint of her hand in the form of a bruise. He didn't flinch when she applied the balm.
"I'm so sorry Ms Meredith."
"No Jude, it is I who should be sorry. I went way too far. I never meant to hurt you, I... I lost control. It is unacceptable and I will take full responsibility for this."
"It was warranted, I was being disobedient and I put you in a terrible position. I don't know what got into me. It was as if my hands were drawn by their own volition. I knew it was wrong and I knew it could put you in trouble but I did it anyway. You were right to punish me, you shouldn't have to suffer for this."
Meredith felt her heart constrict and she swallowed down a sob. This beautiful boy was expressing such care for her, he was humbly apologising for insulting her even though she'd just ravaged him senseless.
This shame I'm feeling, this is my punishment. I need to remember this feeling so it never happens again.
"Thank you," He said.
Meredith filled up a cup of water and offered it to him.
Wait, did he thank me?
"This is the least I can do after hurting you so."
"No, that's not what I meant. I meant thank you for always believing in me. I don't know where i would be if it wasn't for you," he smiled at her, "You're amazing Ms Meredith."
It was too much for her, she couldn't contain her emotions anymore. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she sobbed uncontrollably.
"I'm so sorry Jude, please forgive this foolish one."
She sagged down on the floor and hid her face in her hands.
"There now, there now. It's okay," he said and patted her head.
If someone were to see them, they would assuredly be confused. Not only was a young male consoling a grown futa but doing so moments after she'd raped him.
"Hey look, I'm feeling much better now. You don't have to be sad." He hugged her and dried her tears with his sleeve. Meredith sobbed a few times more before she calmed down.
"You're too good for this world," She said.
Jude laid down on her lap and she let him rest for a while, caressing his head. She still couldn't believe she'd done that to him. She prided herself in her self control, why was it that she always lost control when he was around.
She remembered the lie she'd told him earlier to ward off his question on why she had no bound males.I guess I'm a romantic, never met the right one. Looking down at him resting on her lap, a warmth spread through her chest and she wondered if there wasn't more truth to those words than she realised.
There was something bugging her though. Jude told her his hands had moved as if they had a will of their own. It sounded as symptoms of binding, could Nina have been wrong about his immunity? It was possible but symptoms as severe as those Jude described would take months of continuous binding.
Could it be love?
It was said that strong love could cause similar effects to those of a binding. Had her student fallen for her or was it wishful thinking on her part?
Meredith shook her head, it didn't matter which it was. What was important now was to do what was best for Jude and the first measure should be to assure that something like this never happened again. She looked down at him. He'd fallen asleep in her lap, chest heaving softly as he breathed. He looked at ease and there was no trace of tenseness in him.
It was a strange thought that only six months ago he'd been hospitalised for weeks after his ordeal with Ida and now he handled a similar experience without reaction.
She had no collection of how long they sat there, her tears had dried since long and the sun crept below the horizon to reveal a starlit sky. She leaned down and kissed him on the cheek. He stirred.
"Jude, it's time to get up."
He yawned and sat, blinking his eyes.
"What time is it?"
"It's past bedtime, you should get back to the dorms."
"I didn't notice falling asleep, I just remember resting my head on your thighs and then nothing more."
"You want me to follow you back and tuck you in?"
"I think it's better if I go by myself."
Meredith agreed though couldn't help but feel disappointed.
They got up and moved to the door. Meredith's legs had gone numb so she had to support herself on the desk. The lamp lay broken on the floor and the papers were scattered all across the floor.
She caressed his cheek one last time.
"Sweet dreams, Jude."
"Good night, Ms Meredith."
He curtsied and left her office. She watched his back as he walked away, sighed and clutched a hand over her chest.
"Jude," she whispered, touching the letters on her tongue as if they were something sweet.
Jude tried his best to walk in a straight line, it was hard though as the pain in his ass prevented him from keeping his legs together. Luckily, all the boys had already gone to sleep and he didn't encounter any guards. He closed the door to his room, slipped into his pyjama, brushed his teeth and crept into bed but sleep eluded him.
Something was missing.
He grabbed his toy box underneath the bed and brought out the golden dildo and placed it on the pillow next to him. He felt better already.
"Good night Ms Meredith, I hope I can play with you again sometime."
He kissed it, relaxed and fell asleep.
Chapter 17 - First male of the empire
It had been a few hectic weeks leading up to the championships of the first male of the empire.
Jude was full of energy and vigour once more. He had purpose.
Although nervousness still caught a hold of him, clutching at his chest so tight it was hard to breathe, he was determined to make the best of it. He'd come too far to falter now.
He asked the committee for permission to perform with his club mates instead of the professional crew they offered him. It felt better to have people which he knew rather than strangers.
He worried though, the boys from his club only had experience of performing before the small audiences in school and Jude knew all too well how debilitating it could be to stand before a crowd of thousands. He'd made a fool of himself at the qualifiers. This time it would be an even bigger venue. He couldn't complain about their enthusiasm though. Everyone did their best and worked tirelessly to perfect their parts. The ballet club teacher, Marielle, was all fuzzy and ran around attending to all the tasks needed, making sure they had fresh towels, mending shoes and bringing snacks after training. It was very sweet.
This years championship would be held in their home state of North America, so they wouldn't have too travel far.
"One, two. That's good. Tim, when you take a step mind your turnout, keep your knee turned outside and let the other foot come back by sliding the toes along the ground. Don't drag it, be light."
"Lukas when you do a Jéte from the plíe position don't bend your knees so much, use your ankles as springs and throw the other leg forward to supply the leap. Also, remember we're doing this in the Russian style, so don't forget the proper position of the arms, ok?"
"Yes, Jude."
A bead of sweat ran down his brow but his eyes were focused.
Jude had asked Lukas to do the second most important role of the act. He would play the fairy who showed Jude what a real fairy dance looked like.
Although he made a big mistake at the liberation day performance, he was still the second best dancer they had.
Jude wrapped up the training and called for everyone to gather around. Then he placed a cat's tails, which he'd borrowed from the cosplay club, in their pants.
"Good training today, you're all progressing well. I'm confident we will be ready for the championships."
They'd been training nonstop for the last two weeks and he decided to break it up with a bit of fun.
"A lot of things have happened this last year. We performed at the Liberation day, which was a huge success thanks to everyone. There's been some ups and downs." Jude looked away for a moment as he remembered his performance during the TV special.
"It's been hard to say the least. But through it all there's something I've learned. In ballet there is one thing that's more important than anything else."
The boys pierced their ears and looked intently at him. What could this one thing that was more important than anything else be?
"To have fun," he said and smiled. "So we're gonna play a little game. The rules are that you're only allowed to walk on pointé or do Jéte leaps and you're gonna try to catch the tails of everyone else. Are you ready? one...two...three and go!"
He leapt at Lukas and tried to grab his tail but he caught on quickly and tipped to the side, giggling. All the boys jumped around and tipped on their toes, chasing each other. Marielle sat at the side watching them, laughing so hard tears formed in her eyes. They looked like a bunch of chickens during feeding time.
Jude caught the tails of two other boys before one of the second years sneaked up on him and snatched them all away.
"Hey, no fair. Where did you come from?"
The little boy giggled and leapt away to chase another. Jude moved off to the side to cheer his comrades on.
One after one, the boys were eliminated, taking their place next to Jude, until there were only two left. The little boy who took Jude's tails and Lukas. They faced off, sticking their butts out as far away from the opponent as possible.
The young boy had talent, Jude noted. He had a good grasp on the basics although he cheated a couple of times when he got too excited.
Lukas feinted to the left and the little boy followed. Lukas then moved to the right and pounced, snatching all his tails away.
"No!" The boy shouted as Lukas triumphantly held the tails over his head.
His shoulders sloped and he began to sob.
"He took my tails away."
The boys watching approached and Jude grasped the boy's shoulders and gave him a hug.
"Don't be sad, you did well."
Lukas patted him on the head.
"I got you this time but maybe the next."
All the boys gathered to share a group hug and Marielle joined in too, putting her big arms around them.
This is the best, Jude thought, to share dancing with friends.
The big day arrived. The championship committee sent limousines to drive them to New York, and the entire school had come out to see them off.
"Did you pack an extra pair of dancing shoes?"
"Yes, Mrs Fawlorne"
"underwear, socks, a warm sweater for the evening. You didn't forget to bring the snacks I gave you?"
"No, I didn't, Mrs Fawlorne."
She'd been fussing over him all morning while she helped him pack.
"Okay good, if you've forgotten anything you can call me and I will bring it tomorrow."
He was sure they hadn't forgotten anything. She had him do a list of all the things to pack and then made him go through it twice.
Fawlorne brought out a thermos and handed it to him.
"Here's something to help you sleep tonight," she said and winked, "I made it myself."
"Thanks!"
Fawlorne leaned down and hugged him, the students around looked in disbelief at the affectionate display but Fawlorne didn't care.
"Good luck my boy, I'm so proud of you."
Jude blushed but didn't forget his manners.
"Thank you," he said and curtsied
Chris approached.
"Hi Jude."
"Hello Chris."
"hehe, nice weather. Don't you think?"
Her cheeks flared red and she looked at the ground.
"Yes. I've missed you, Chris."
She looked up at him, alarmed.
"You have? I mean I've missed you too."
"Hold on a minute," he said and brought up his package.
"I've been meaning to give this to you for a while but I couldn't find the right time."
He held out the sweater he'd made for her.
"For me?"
Jude nodded.
"Wow, Jude, thank you. It's beautiful. I'll wear it every day!"
"Oh, you don't have to do that."
He took a step forward and hugged her around her hips. Chris was surprised but answered the hug, pushing his head to her chest.
"Jude," Mikkel called from the car, "The driver says it's time to go, are you coming?"
Jude reluctantly released Chris.
"I have to go."
Chris nodded and he turned to walk towards the car. When he was about to get in, she called after him.
"Hey Jude!"
He looked back. Chris took a step forward and punched her fist into the air.
"C'mon fight-o!"
Jude smiled at her and raised his fist in response.
He took a seat inside the car and closed the door.
Mikkel sat next to him, all excitement and smiles, and Meredith sat on the couch across.
The car rolled down the driveway. The crowd who had gathered to see them off rose in cheers and waved placards over their heads. There were several with Mikkels name scribbled on them but Jude didn't see a single with his.
He spotted Chris standing with Fawlorne, they waived at him.
Tomorrow evening they'd be watching him perform before the entire empire.
Jude didn't care about the title of First male of the Empire anymore, or showcasing ballet to the world. This was personal. He wanted to make the people who believed in him proud. This was for them.
"Are you excited boys?" Meredith asked.
"Super excited," Mikkel replied. He couldn't sit still and kept bouncing up and down on his seat.
"And you Jude?"
"Yes, Ms Meredith, I am."
She raised an eyebrow at his solemn expression that didn't match his words.
He was excited though but not in the same way Mikkel was.
It was a kind of revered excitement. This might be the most important thing he did in his life and yet he didn't feel nervous. Though he had no doubt when the time came he would be nervous aplenty. Until then he'd relax and gather his strength.
They drove through forests blanketed in snow. It'd been a cold winter and the branches hung heavy, packed to the breaking point.
He leaned his head to the window and regarded the landscape.
A thought struck him. In two weeks school would end and he would be adopted into another home, he'd been so caught up in preparing for the championships he'd completely forgotten about it.
It made him sad to think he would have to leave the school, he would miss it, and Chris, Fawlorne and Meredith even more. He could always visit but what if a foreigner adopted him and he had to leave America?
He looked at Meredith with a worried expression.
"Yes Jude, what is it," she said when she noticed his gaze.
"Oh no, I was just thinking"
"About what?"
"Well, I realised we'll be graduating in two weeks and... uhm, I was just thinking about what will happen to us."
"What, I'd completely forgotten about that too!" Mikkel exclaimed. He stopped bouncing on his seat. "Wow, I can't wait. I'm going to be adopted by an amazing futa. Ohhh! I'm so excited."
Meredith laughed at his abundant joy and Jude joined in even though he worried.
"I understand it worries you Jude," Meredith said, "Graduation is one of the biggest happenings in a male's life and it's only natural to be nervous about it." She leaned forward and patted his hand.
"Try not to worry about it though. Our school has a hundred percent adoption rate and we screen all of our customers in advance. I'm sure we will find a great home for you Jude." There was a strange flicker in her eyes as she said the last few words. It wasn't about finding a new home, he'd be happy if there was someone that wanted him, his worry was about missing her and the other people he cared about.
"Thank you, Ms Meredith."
"Of course Jude, I'll take care of you."
They chatted jovially for the rest of their journey. Mikkel promised he had something special in store for his performance and Jude got curious.
"I hope they reinforce the scene or it won't hold up," Mikkel said with a laugh.
Jude wished this moment could last forever. Listening to Mikkel, joking, laughing and being near Meredith. She was so beautiful when she smiled.
But all good things must end and a few hours later they arrived at their destination.
Jude was surprised to see that a huge crowd had gathered outside the hotel, the street had been shut down and fences lined the sidewalk to contain the crowd
The car stopped by the entrance. A red carpet had been rolled out on the pavement and reporters leaned over the fences with cameras at hand. Several large futas in sunglasses and dark suits stood on guard, pushing back the overeager fans. The crowd was jumping, waving placards and shouting. One of the large guard futas approached the car and opened the door. A chorus of noise met them as a thousands of fans shouted their names. Meredith exited first and was greeted by Mrs Epstein from the committee. When it was Jude's turn to exit he hesitated. The loud ruckus scared him and it was only when Meredith turned and offered her hand he could take the step. The screams grew even louder.
"There he is!"
"What a cutie, I think I'm in love."
"Sign my breasts Jude!"
Jude blushed at the unabashed attention. Meredith pushed him forward to stand in the center of the red carpet. He curtsied both ways.
"Thank you for your support," he said but the noise drowned his voice.
Then Mikkel got out of the car and in typical Mikkel fashion he did it with style. The screams grew so loud that Jude wanted to put his hands over his ears but he didn't. That would be unseemly.
Mikkel bounced out the car and took his place at the center then shook his butt at the crowd. The futas in the crowd went insane. A guard had to push back one who tried to climb the fence. Everywhere futas were pushing at the fence and the guards were hard pressed to keep it together.
"Mikkel," Mrs Epstein shouted, "You must stop or this could get dangerous!"
He did as she told him and waved at the crowd.
"Thanks for your support, see you all tomorrow when I win the championships!" He said and walked down the carpet, swaying his ass left and right. Futas on all sides reached for him and the guards fought hard to keep them back. One overeager fan, who'd climbed the fence, got wrestled to the ground by two burly guard futas and beaten senseless.
Meredith led Jude and Mikkel through the entrance with Mrs Epstein on the other side.
The sound muffled as the doors closed. It sounded more like an avalanche from inside.
The entire hotel staff and some members of the committee had come to greet them.
"Welcome Jude and Mikkel."
Jude became self conscious and fiddled with his hands but Mikkel took a step forward and loudly proclaimed.
"Good evening everyone, my name's Mikkel but you may call me the first ass of the empire."
Meredith's face turned red and she grabbed Mikkel by his ear and dragged him along.
They were approached by the Hotel Manager.
"Good evening M'am," she said to Meredith, "Your rooms are prepared, would you like to see them now?"
"Yes please, I think someone needs to cool down a bit."
"I'm so sorry," Mikkel whimpered.
The manager led the way and Jude followed in their shadows.
He glanced back at the entrance and the crowd outside. They were still cheering and waving, a few more had been constrained by the guards and lay wriggling on the ground in handcuffs.
He knew the championships was a big event but he'd never expected something like this. It made it feel even more real.