In an alleyway towards the seedier areas of Mondstadt, a group was gathered and ready. Strong, tall, muscular men were all tucked away in the darkness of building shadows, getting ready for the night's entertainment. A certain bard had a habit of showing up to this particular spot, ready to entertain in a very different way than songs and dance.
Venti, Mondstadt's windborne bard, was ready to use his throat in a very different way. He smiled with glee as new strangers and frequent patrons alike surrounded him in his favorite formation. Venti was at the center of a circle, surrounded by a fortress of muscle ready to use their strength on his slutty face.
The bard lowered himself to the ground, propping himself on his knees. The veteran attendees started to move, with the newbies following suit. Flys opened and zippers parted. The sweet, hypnotic smell of sweaty cock joined the warm summer air. A mischievous smile crept across Venti's face. His own erection was springing to full mast fast, prompting the bard twink to undo his own zipper and let his impressive 12 inch cock length stand tall and proud. Tonight's session would be all sorts of fun.
And with his excitement at a fever pitch, Venti started to discuss the subject he was most passionate about.
"Hi! I'm Venti from Genshin Impact" introduced Venti from Genshin Impact, looking directly at you, the reader. "You might know me as one of the harder to obtain characters in Genshin Impact who's great for exploring the map. However, we're not here to talk about my great abilities today. We're here to talk about something very serious: gambling addictions, and what to do to deal with one."
Venti took a cock in one hand while his other reached down to stroke at his own pulsating manhood. He pressed a third length against his plump, fuckable lips, teasing the pulsating rod in front of him with his delicate tongue. His speech continued.
"Media that can stoke a gambling addiction has become far more common this past decade as more companies adopt gacha systems, loot boxes, and booster packs into their content." said Venti, still masturbating and licking cocks. "If you're not careful, this sort of stuff can cause major damage to your finances and general well being! These systems are predatory and increasingly regulated by governments around the world, but are often still ever present features of many otherwise perfectly innocent games. It's important to… Ohoho, you like that big boy~?"
Venti couldn't help but tease the man his dancing tongue was tending to. The man's head was thrown back in bliss, absolutely enthralled by the master workmanship of Venti's worming semen licker. Venti went in a little harder and parted his lips a bit, just enough to let the head of that luscious lollipop in. In-out In-out In-out. Just a little bit popping that dick head inside his mouth was enough to make those groans twice as loud. Venti was ready to go in and suck that beast dry, but there were more important matters to attend to first. Venti needed to make sure everyone was playing gacha responsibly.
"Anyway, it's important that you come at games like this with a cautious stance. You need to know of some of the devious tricks they'll use to suck your wallet drier than I'll suck these juicy cocks. Then, we'll go over a few tactics for dealing with these systems so you don't end up getting abused by them" Venti Genshin Impact explained.
A firm slap rang out, the hard spank of a manly hand slamming against Venti's wobbling cheeks! Instantly the wind twink went wide eyed and spun around to greet his greedy groper. He crouched down to kiss the bard. Venti was already looking drunk off of the ring of cocks pumping hard to his image. This interaction only made things sweeter! The man's hand reached forward to stroke at Venti's own erect monster. Venti kissed him even deeper, savoring the wonderful mix of sensations. Then, they broke apart, Venti saying the only thing that could be said in such a fit of passion, enthralled by this wonderful man stroking him so hard and so fast...
"G-Ga… G-g…"
"G-gacha's primary hook to get you to spend money is FOMO, or the fear of missing out" moaned Venti. "This preys upon the idea that, if you don't get what you need now, you might not ever have the chance to get it again. It's a nasty way to commercialize a product, and diabolical for things without a guarantee like Gacha. However, keep in mind that it'd be very unwise for a company to flat out not sell these gacha items again. They've already made the assets. Are they really going to only sell a product which involves no manufacturing costs for a very limited time and then never again? No! People still want it, it's free money to rerelease things later! The worst that'll happen is you'll have to wait a while, but that gives you more time away from the temptation of the gambling hot button to see if it's even worth pulling."
The man forced a kiss and snatched up Venti's plump lips all his own. Venti indulged him, hands still aimlessly pumping at cocks he couldn't see lost in the delight of a fervent kiss. Then, the man's posture changed. He lifted Venti up onto his feet again. His hands did a twirling motion. Venti knew exactly what to do.
"Am I strutting my stuff in a slutty lunar new years outfit and you can't pull me?" Venti elaborated while twirling around that big rocking booty for that hung stud, huge erection slapping between his big meaty thighs. "Wait a year! For sure, I'll almost certainly be back, maybe even at a better rate! Really, the only modern day company that doesn't rerelease their highly in demand randomized products is Wizards Of The Coast for some of their oldest Magic The Gathering cards, but that has odd legal implications involving promissory estoppel for something they did in the mid 1990s. Your average gacha isn't going to have that problem!"
Things were progressing fast in the orgy. Goaded by the heat of Venti's illustrious words of predatory monetization technique circumvention, everyone was rock hard and ready to blow. The men drew closer, their circle tighter, the air hot as can be from the steam of so many passionate bodies. Venti didn't have to extend a hand to have cocks on him anymore. They were all over him. Big, firm, rigid lengths rubbed up and down his body, coating him in the sweat and smells of masculine fuck meat. It was a dizzying experience, one that got him increasingly drunk off the thrill of being a fuck puppet. His hands jerked all they could. The men responded in kind using their own hands. Some pumped at his huge erection. He loved those men brave enough to frot their smaller lengths against his foot long fairy wand. He lavished all those hands groping at his plump butt. He could feel his inhibitions loosen into the realm of total depravity. All that was on his mind now was cock, men, and tackling manipulative psychology involved with loot box systems.
"Probability is also an important thing to keep in mind!" Remarked Venti, fondling all those lovely, juicy, delicious cocks. "You might think if an event has a 5% chance of happening that, after 20 times, it'd be almost certain to happen. After all, 5% x 20 = 100%, right? Well, that's not quite how it works! The probability of a percentage based event happening is 1 - [(1-Probability of the event)Number of attempts to see the event]. If you're not too great with math,here's the formula plugged into a google searchto show you your chances. As you can see, after 20 rolls on a 5% banner, you only have a 60% chance of even getting what you wanted! Yikes! Doing 10 more will only raise your chances 15%. Worst yet, for my 0.3% chance of pulling me, you'd have to roll 100 times just to have a 25% chance of getting me! Looking at math like this can be an effective way to turn someone off from rolling."
Venti, of course, was feverishly turned on as his body became a pleasure center for hung men. He couldn't help but jerk it as the heat of the moment consumed him, living out such a naughty fantasy! Someone finally took the initiative to spread his big bard cheeks and expose that plump pink asshole for everyone to see. Venti bent his knees a tad and arched his back. Like a breeding sow ready to be rut by a heard, Venti posed himself like a shameless anal bitch.
The sight of Venti's ass exposed was too much for some. The quickest shot in the group was already cumming. A stray rope landed on Venti's clothes. That wouldn't do… why should their virile semen be wasted on fabric when it could mark flesh? Off came shirt, weapons, and near everything else. Venti was naked aside from his hat, tights, and shoes. Being so vulnerable made his excitement grow only more fervent. His fat cock was gushing pre.
One of the men grabbed Venti by his hands. Venti's arms were forcefully bound behind him. Now he really was just a cumdump for cocks! He stared at the luscious crop of cockmeat before him while he babbled on. "Here are a few other tips for deterring impulse pulling! Think about where your money could go instead. You could spend cash on some of the in game currency… Or, maybe you could save up for that nice new computer upgrade you wanted! Or perhaps, you could spend it on an entirely new game! Maybe if you want to be devout to your waifu or waifu (male), you could buy a plush or sticker set of them off of Etsy. Maybe you could even commission a smut artist to draw them engaging in your favorite fetish! Hey, It's a jpeg of an anime character most of the time anyway. Why not get the one that's completely customized?"
Finally, penetration. Venti paused for a second as the force of the biggest cock he'd taken in a while pushed against his puckered hole. He relaxed the muscle and, steadily, his sluthole gave way. An entire head of cock at least an inch thick started claiming his insides, with more and more of the shaft slipping in by the moment! Another hand pushed Venti on the back, causing the boy to lower his head further, back into the range of the surrounding cock garden. His face got to work once more slurping on delicious sweaty dicks.
Spittle and further tips for remaining financially responsible engaging with gacha leaked out Venti's gasping oral pussy as he came up for air after sucking relentlessly. "It might also help to visualize a worst outcome from what you're about to do. Can you really say you'd be happy with whatever currency you've used if you get awful rares or no rares the whole time? Will it even feel better if you go even deeper and finally get the one you wanted? It's not like you worked harder to get that, you just kept rolling until you got lucky. Also, it might be a wise idea to wait until the last day to roll! You'll not only build up any free in game currency the game gives you, but you might just get to see what new stuff is coming out for the game you might want instead!"
After a long while of slowly sinking that cock in, teasing that tender, greedy skankhole, the whole cock had gone down to the hilt. Venti had a whole man's virility inside of him, asserting himself as the master of this bard's bitch pussy. Venti was groaning in bliss! At the sound of his slut's groans, the man started to intensify things. Slowly it sunk out of Venti's ass, then right back in! Venti was getting fucked like a bitch in heat! All around him people were stroking to him! Getting fucked by men felt amazing! But what didn't feel amazing? Getting fucked over by a gambling addiction.
"Now, everything I've said so far is practical advice trying to deter spending through logic, but the fact of the matter is, there are some people who this doesn't help. For some, no matter how you twist things, it's hard to not roll impulsively. If that's the case, you might have a gambling addiction to deal with. If you notice yourself addicted to the rush of luck and it's affecting other parts of your life, be at least cognizant of what's happening."
The men nodded in agreeance with Venti's helpful PSA as the twink lost his mind from a fat cock demolishing his insides with brutal force. He was purring like a motorboat, grunting, sweating, for a while letting out nothing more then little welps of "fuck me~ fuck meeeeee~"
The pace of the fuck increased. Everyone around him was panting, stroking faster than ever. Climax was coming fast! Venti had to get ready...
"It's important that, if you realize you have an addictive personality or a full blown gambling addiction, try and put yourself in a situation where you're not tempted to give in to your urges. Perhaps you can get rid of any saved payment information, or maybe put a prepaid card with some cash on it so, if you do end up spending some, you don't go very deep at all. Or, hey, just try and remove yourself from the situation altogether and drop the game."
Faster! FASTER! That huge cock in his ass was thrusting faster and faster! Venti's toe's curled in delight from the sensation of it all. His hand sunk to stroke his own gigantic length as hard as he could as climax neared for all! Out rolled his tongue, trying to entice his patrons to aim loads in his mouth. He needed his yapping mouth filled with rehabilitation advice to be filled with rehabilitation advice AND cum !
"Also, please don't disparage or make fun of people with problems like this! There use to be a time in media where people were thought of as stupid for engaging in lotteries. Really, those poor people were folks predisposed to give into these urges who were being taken advantage of by a system praying on them. Be kind and try and help your friends if they seem to be struggling with something like this! Make their lives more full… and… and fucking fill me up with spunk, boys, I need it now!"
Cum! God, he needed cum so bad! Venti grabbed the arms of the man behind him for support and power bottomed the fuck out of that hunk's dick until he could take no more! A growl like a beast rang out. There, he'd done it! Sweet climax!
Down to the hilt that fat length went, shoving almost a cock as big as Venti's into his tight little boypussy as deep as it would go! Not a moment after that man's virile balls slammed against Venti's, he was there! An eruption of spunk sprayed deep inside his twink bitch's insides, blasting his system with a huge load, a load only this level of intense stimuli mixed with responsible financial planning could muster! Venti's expression shifted the moment he felt it. A happy, relaxed smile beamed across his face as the hot impact of liquid drained inside him. Nothing made him feel so unbelievably sexy, so undeniably happy, as milking a man for the biggest load they could muster. What a sensation. And that was only one patron!
Venti pushed the bloke up his butt off as he got ready for the rest of his gangbanging friends to blow their loads to his image. He got back down on his hands and knees at cock elevation, pointing to his still open mouth.
"Cum! Cum to me now!" Venti demanded.
That was all the encouragement the on-edge group needed. They collectively exploded. Ropes of that sweet male nectar splashed everywhere over Venti's frame. On him and in him, it didn't matter. Venti was getting used like the jizz tissue he was. And with just a few more strokes of his own fat length, his own load stained the floor among them...
Venti took a while to relax on the filthy alley floor. Semen was leaking out of his every orifice. From there, everyone had their opportunity to fuck the windy little twink and drain themselves totally dry.
It was hard for Venti to talk after the orgy. So much white was coating his throat, it was difficult to swallow it all. At least, that's what the other men present reasoned. Venti just loved the taste too much to gulp it down.
Noise. There was a bit of noise, gurgles like muffled speech, or at least speech performed as well as someone with a clog in their face could muster. It was hard for anyone to hear exactly what he was saying. Yet, the men who'd pleasured him knew. They'd satisfied their cum guzzling slut enough times that words were formalities when bodies could talk. They all heard his final message before he passed out...
"If you ever need support, no one's around, and you live in the United states, you can also call the substance abuse and mental health services administration national hotline at 1-800-662-HELP for a helpful referral and support line." Venti gargled in his cum-flooded throat, teetering on the edge of post-coital sleep. "Above all, talk to someone about your issues. A gambling addiction is something you can beat!"
It was a bright warm day outside in the city, and there were plenty of teenagers in arcades and fields enjoying their carefree weekend. But for the young Kouta Oyamada, there was nothing nice about today as he carefully entered his school, wary not to be seen. The halls were completely empty, all staff and students away for the day, but Kouta knew that he was not alone in the building. The day before, he had found an envelope in his locker containing a single photo. It was of a blonde-haired girl with animal-like ears, completely naked, with arms bound behind her. Her eyes, nipples and privates were blacked out with scribbled marker, but there could be no doubt, it was Chizuru in her youkai form.
On the back of the photo was a note, instructing him to come to the school, to the section where the teacher's offices were. It also said to make sure he wasn't followed and not to tell anyone, or else something might happen to Chizuru. Gulping nervously, he stepped into the hallway where the offices were, his attention drawn towards the single open door, the office of their gym teacher. Kouta's heart stopped when he saw it, this was really bad, Chizuru might already have been... The lecherous middle-aged man was a fair looking fit and muscular guy, but there was an incident a month ago that had caused a huge commotion.
While teaching the two young girls Chizuru and Nozomi, he would always leer at them in their bloomers and tight shirts, and he would always get extremely mad whenever the girls would sexually fawn over Kouta on school grounds. His perverted eyes soon lead to perverted hands, and he groped Nozomi's butt a few times very intentionally during their exercises. Nozomi for some reason hadn't spoke up about it, but Kouta had noticed too and reported him to the principal, and it seemed like he was going to be fired. But then this happened, was it some sort of revenge? Whatever the reason, Chizuru was in danger, and so Kouta stepped into the office, where the teacher was sitting at his desk, looking bored with his head in his hand.
"Ah! Kouta! Why don't come on in and take a seat, we have much to discuss." The teacher cracked a sly grin, and beckoned Kouta in.
"Where is Chizuru!? What have you done to her!" Kouta demanded, raising his thin arms into fists, doing his best to appear threatening.
The teacher chuckled at the teenager's weak attempt at intimidation. "Nothing yet, but that could change very quickly unless you shut up and sit down." His words fell heavy on Kouta, who meekly complied and shuffled into the seat before the desk. "Now, you might think I'm angry at you for trying to get me fired, but honestly I'm pretty happy with the way things turned out, it gave me a reason to call you here today. So first things first, I'm not going anywhere, Nozomi was kind enough to correct your testimony. But we'll get to that later, for now, let's talk about that little slut always hanging off of your shoulders."
"I-If you've done anything I'll-"
"You'll what? Without her to possess you, there is not a thing you can do. You're weak Kouta, I've always known that, but that bitch kept trying to get in your pants all the same. It was pretty awful to watch, because not only did she try to fuck you daily, you kept refusing! Like a real man would ever turn down a cute little set of holes like her. So, I thought to myself, if you don't want pussy, perhaps I could help you out by showing you what you really desire."
He reached down beneath his desk and produced a tall glass, filled almost to the brim with a white liquid. When he set it down, the surface of it wobbled slightly, and a raunchy stench emanated from it. Kouta pinched his nose, "Ugh... What is that?"
The teacher's face lights up, "I'm glad you asked! This is the stuff I know you secretly crave, the kinda stuff you only get from pleasing a far more manlier man. Come on, take a guess? Surely a virgin like you has plenty of experience shooting this stuff out."
Kouta took a closer look. It was semen. Goopy warm semen. "Wh-What? This is cum...! Wh-Why...?"
"Surely you feel a desire to gulp it down? To slurp it up, savouring the taste of each drop as you think how good it would be fresh from my cock? Well, you're going to drink it either way."
"Are you crazy!? There's no way I'd drink that!"
"Ah, but what about Chizuru? Do you care that little about her? I promise you, once that glass is completely empty, she'll be free, and you can do that possession thing and burn me alive or whatever."
Kouta grimaced, he didn't have a choice, he stared down the glass and gulped nervously. "Y-You promise?"
The teacher leaned back, "Only if you finish every drop, and say for me, with a smile 'Thank you for the cum Mister, I'm not worth it.' Oh, and show a double peace sign too."
The request made Kouta blush terribly, but... It was for Chizuru. Once she was by his side again they would make him pay. Kouta did his best to steel his nerves, and he grabbed hold of the glass, bringing it to his face. The smell got even worse this close up, and he could see it swirling form being moved. Kouta had masturbated before of course, but the stain he left in his tissue was tiny compared to just how much cum was before him. Did the teacher really make all of this? It seemed impossible. All the same, he was to drink it all down.
Kouta opened his mouth, and tipped the glass against his lower lip. When the first drop touched his tongue, Kouta gagged and sputtered, sending a splash of cum onto the desk.
"Don't worry Kouta, I'm sure it's an acquired taste. You'll probably be chugging it down by the end. Well, you'll have to if you want to finish it."
Kouta did his best to block out the crude words, and prepared himself again. He took the glass and slurped up a big mouthful. It was entirely disgusting, but he didn't spit it out. He tried to swallow and couldn't, his throat refusing entry for the vile liquid, leaving it to flow against his poor tastebuds. It was salty and bitter, with the consistency of mucus, every second Kouta struggled not to vomit. After a few seconds, much to the teacher's delight, Kouta at last swallowed the mouthful in one big gulp. Kouta sighed in slight relief, only to again look at the glass, still mostly full.
"How was it? Just as tasty as you imagined right? Hurry up and take another sip, I'm really enjoying this."
Kouta burned up with embarrassment, just now realizing that what he just did was actually something incredibly lewd. For everything Chizuru had done with him, he had never intentionally done something sexy or lewd like this, and now he was being lewd not in front of her, but instead this perverted middle-aged man. The eroticism of it sent chills down Kouta's spine, and he had to do more? He pushed all thoughts out of his head and took another mouthful, agonizingly holding it until his throat decided to actually swallow.
He took another look at the glass, still almost full! Just how much of it was there?
These mouthfuls weren't going to be enough. He shuddered at the idea of chugging it, especially with him watching, but it felt like it would be worse to suffer through the endless amount of mouthfuls. He pinched his nose, threw his head back, and did his best to keep his throat open and to block out the sensation. It slid down against his tongue, the thick liquid oozing slowly down, causing him to convulse with revulsion.
"Ahaha! You really decided to drink it all at once! What a slut, just can't get enough can you?"
The teacher's voice had a lustful edge to it, he wasn't just enjoying this because he hated Kouta, or wanted revenge, he loved the idea that this cute young boy was slurping down his cum. This made Kouta feel... dirty. This was a performance, with each gulping sound he made inciting more and more arousal from the teacher. He was going to masturbate to the thought of Kouta debasing himself, and that made Kouta feel strange. Chizuru had always been the lewd one, why am I the one being made to do this?
Before long, the glass had finally emptied, and Kouta struggled to swallow the last little bit in his mouth. He let out a big breath, and slammed the glass down. "W-Was that... *urp* ugh... enough for you?" Kouta did his best to sound tough, despite having a belly full of another man's semen.
"Almost..." The teacher pointed down at the desk, to a few splattered drops Kouta had spilled earlier. "You have just a little bit left to lick up, you messy girl."
Kouta was in too deep to quit now, so he suffered the indignation and began licking.
"Ohh... That's nice, not even a bit of hesitation that time. Seems like you're pretty used to the taste of cum now. I bet you'll think about it before you go to bed tonight, about how much you want... more."
"Sh-Shut up!"
"Oh, and if you would. I gave you a nice treat, don't you have anything to say to me?"
"Nhg... D-Damn it... Th-Thank you... for-"
"Do the peace signs! And be sure to smile~"
Kouta hated this. Every second. He raised his hands up in peace signs, cum dripping down his chin like he was on the cover of an adult video. "Thank you for the cum, Mister, I'm not worthy." Koutaglared at him as he said it. "There, I did what you asked, now where's Chizuru!?"
The teacher grinned wider than he had the entire time, he had been waiting for this part especially. "Why, she's here. She's been here the entire time." He rolled his chair backwards, and Kouta watched in horror as from underneath the desk, buried in the teacher's crotch sucking his dick, was none other than Chizuru in her Kitsune form. She stood up, letting the teacher's cock flop out onto his pants. She turned around and smiled sweetly, as if nothing in the world was wrong.
"Hi Kouta! Did you enjoy the drink I made for you? I had to milk him all day to get that much cum for you to drink~"
Kouta's jaw dropped, his mind sent reeling. "Wh-Wha..."
Chizuru flashed a double peace sign like Kouta had just done. "I wish I could have seen you actually drinking it, oh well, I guess watching the recording will have to do."
"R-Recording?"
"Yep! That was my idea actually, there's a little camera in the corner! Don't worry, it'll be our secret~"
"B-But why..."
She leaned forward, her expression turning dark. "Because I did my absolute best to seduce you, and you just ignored it and brushed it away. I was so tired of it all, but then I came across this!" Her solemn expression softened as she placed a photo onto the desk. It was of a naked girl laying on her side, short grey hair and small breasts, sucking on a condom filled with a large lump of semen. It was Nozomi! She had a blissful expression as she relished in the aftermath of what appeared to be several rounds of sex, judging by the splatters of cum all over her.
Chizuru leaned and whispered into Kouta's ear, "And the best part is, see her belly?" Looking at the picture more closely, Kouta noticed that Nozomi's belly had swollen somewhat. "Yep! She has a nice litter of pups on the way~ And so after I saw this, I thought to myself, why do I keep chasing after someone who obviously isn't into me, when there's a clear alpha male around who can satisfy me way more! And get this, his dick is huge! I've seen your little bulge, and honestly, there's no way I could be satisfied with it after being rutted like a bitch~"
Kouta's breath caught in his throat, he choked up. Why...? Why...!? Chizuru... I wasn't enough of a man for her? And so she went with this guy? He looked again at the teacher, who was still chuckling to himself, and Kouta's eyes drifted down to his cock poking through his opened zipper. It really was enormous, at least a foot long, well beyond his own. Kouta's heart pounded as he looked at it, why?
"Oh? Getting a nice look at the cock that made your nice and tasty meal? Ehehe, now I know why you always turned me down, you're into guys aren't you Kouta?"
"N-No! I-I like you Chizuru..."
"I don't believe you. You don't have to keep lying to yourself Kouta, it's okay. In fact, I'm going to help you out! I want you to feel the same way I do when I'm serving a manly stud~" Chizuru pranced on over to the teacher and sat in his lap, and he put an arm around her, showing Kouta that she was his woman now. She grabbed his softening dick and waggled it. "I drained him dry with my mouth already, but I'll suck on his balls all night tonight so he'll work up a nice juicy load for you~"
They both stood up, and the teacher grabbed a bag from the corner, tossing it at Kouta. "Meet us in the infirmary tomorrow night, and make sure you wear this. If you don't... Everyone in the school is gonna see a video of you gulping down cum and thanking me for it."
They moved out of the room, Chizuru blowing him a kiss before disappearing outside the door. Kouta could only just sit there in a daze. Before long he lapsed into tears, crying for an hour before he shambled home, where he cried himself to sleep.
Kouta was in his classroom, getting ready to leave after class when Chizuru greeted him. "Kouta! Let's do lewd stuff together!" Without pause, she grabbed onto his pants and yanked them down right in front of all the other students, who gasped st seeing Kouta's naked crotch. Chizuru looked taken aback, staring at his crotch. "Oh... I didn't know you were like this Kouta... We can't have sex like this..." Kouta tried to cover up his crotch, but when his hands met with his crotch, it felt... wet.
He looked down at his crotch, and instead of his dick, there was a dripping wet pussy. Kouta could only stare in disbelief at it, dumbfounded by the sudden presence of female genitals. Chizuru reached out a finger and shoved it inside, making Kouta shudder in pleasure. "Well, I might not be able to have any fun with you, but I know someone who you can make really happy~" Kouta became aware of a presence behind him, and he turned to see a large figure towering over him. It was the gym teacher, and his cock was erect.
"What's this? Being nude in class huh? What a fucking slut. I'm going to fuck you. I'm going to fuck your pussy Kouta!"
Kouta jolted up out of bed, his heart racing and breath haggard. As he came to his senses, seeing that he was in fact in his bed, he reached down to his crotch, finding his dick right where it should be, and hard as a rock. What a nightmare, Kouta thought to himself, and he sighed in relief from the hellish situation he had just been dreaming. As he sighed, he tasted something on his breath. *Urp!* With a small burp, Kouta's mouth was filled with a disgusting taste, salty and bitter. At that moment, he remembered what had happened yesterday, that he had been forced to drink an entire glass of fresh semen, and that both of the girls he liked were now the women of the man that made him do it.
He got up, stepped over to the trash bin in his room, and proceeded to vomit up the entire contents of his stomach. After he finished he stood up, wiping his mouth. He felt a little better now, but the heavy feeling still weighed over him. He eyed the bag given to him by that bastard teacher, what heinous things were contained within? Kouta would rather just throw it out, and try to forget about everything, but he knew that wasn't a possibility. They had a video of him, doing something so embarrassing. If that got out... All of his friends... His grandpa... Chizuru... Ah, Chizuru! How could she turn around and do something so cruel! He must have used some similar blackmail on her, forcing her to do such things. The Chizuru he knew would never be so cruel... would she?
Kouta shook his head, no, he had to believe in her. He had to save her, find out what happened and put a stop to it. But to do that... His eyes were locked onto the ominous bag. Whatever was inside, he had to handle it. With a little hesitation, he grabbed hold of it, and opened the sealed top, tentatively peeking inside. Frills? Ribbons? Kouta reached in and pulled out a mass of pink fabric, and held it up. This was... A very frilly pink dress... Kouta blushed at the thought of having to wear such girly clothing, he looked into the bag again and pulled out a pair of cotton white panties, white and pink striped thigh high socks, and an A cup bra.
Kouta shook his head, no way he could wear all of this! He reached in the bag, fumbling to see if there was anything else, when to his surprise, his hand touched something cold and metallic. He slowly drew it out... It was a mesh of thin metal wires, forming a cage in an odd elongated shape, with an opening on one end with a pink heart-shaped lock. What was it? He looked in the bag again for a note or something, but there was nothing. He stared at it a little more. It kinda looked like a flaccid dick? Then it struck him, this was one of those things, a metal cage designed to be worn over a dick. His heart pounded, he would have to wear this? And that lock... Once he put it on, he wouldn't be able to take it off again without a key, presumably held by that gym teacher.
Kouta took a deep breath. This was for Chizuru. Doing his best to calm his nerves, he put it up to his crotch, but it wouldn't fit in. His dick was throbbing hard, and wouldn't fit around the bend. Why was it still hard? Kouta took a few deep breaths and tried to focus on being calm, but it still stood erect. Why wouldn't it go down! Morning wood usually only lasts a little while, why was he still hard? He eyed the cage and dress again, no... it couldn't be that... It must just be extended morning wood. He went to his fridge and grabbed some ice, cooling his hard dick, and forcing it flaccid so he could fit the cage around it. It fit snuggly, keeping his dick pointing downwards, nestled against his still exposed balls. He clicked the lock shut and pulled his hands away.
He looked at his dick locked away, unable to be used anymore. As he stared at it, he could feel his dick begin to harden once more, but it just wasn't able to, and just ended up twitching fruitlessly against the cold metal. Being denied the erection, his dick ached in an unfulfilled desire. No matter how horny he got from now on, there would be no relief. He sighed, resigning himself to the cruel fate he had been forced into, and stripped off the rest of his clothing. He fumbled with the bra a little, figuring out how the hooks worked, and slid on the panties as well, clenching his balls tightly since they weren't designed to be worn by boys. He felt so dirty like this, like one of those perverted characters from gag anime he watched as a child. He pushed such feelings out of his mind and slipped the dress over his head.
The bottom of it settled into place, barely going past his waist. Like this it would be very easy for people to see his panties, the slightest breeze would give them a full view. Kouta scowled at the awful attire that had been given to him, how dare he give him something like this! Kouta vented his anger by stomping around his room, freezing still when he saw himself in his bedroom mirror. "That's me?" Kouta looked at the figure in the mirror, his soft delicate features seemed so girly... He was embarrassed and angry, but it just seemed to fit, like it wasn't out of place for him to be wearing the frilly dress. Without thinking, Kouta grabbed hold of the fabric, and slowly pulled it up, letting himself see the white panties with bulge underneath.
He doubled over grabbing his crotch, his dick uncomfortably straining at the cage once more. "Damn it! This stupid cage!" Kouta resumed stomping, all the way to his front door where he grabbed a full-body raincoat to cover himself up. He would get some strange looks wearing it on this bright sunny day, but it was the only thing he had to cover himself on the short walk to school. Hopefully no one would try to talk to him on the way, he felt like enough of a pervert as is.
About a block away from the school, a small child playing in a park spoke to him, asking why he was wearing a raincoat. Kouta tried to brush the child off, but at that moment a slight breeze picked up, opening a gap in his coat, and from the child's low down position, he saw everything. The child silently mumbled, "They're white..." Flustered, Kouta just ran away, desperate to get to the school already before anyone else came across him.
He snuck through the unlocked back entrance, very wary not to let anyone see him on the grounds. He stepped through the empty halls once again, before pausing before the infirmary doors. He took a deep breath, he didn't have to do this. The indignation from the video would be bad, but he could explain it, and hopefully, people would forget over time. But if he did that, Chizuru would be lost to him forever. He cast his coat to the ground and flung the door open, and stepped inside with firm resolve.
There they were, sitting in chairs with their backs to an infirmary curtain. Chizuru's eyes lit up when she saw Kouta in the cutesy pink dress. "Kouta! You came! Master was telling me that you were too much of a coward to show up, but I knew you couldn't resist~" She beckoned him to come closer. "Hey hey! You look so cute in that dress~ You're like a little girl, but I know that you have an itty bitty secret underneath~ Come on, flash your panties for me!"
The praise embarrassed him greatly, he didn't want to be told he looks good in girl's clothing. Reluctantly Kouta walked over to the pair, and slowly lifted his dress like he had done in the mirror earlier, somehow it felt a little less shameful this time, since he couldn't directly see the panties. But the Teacher sure could, he whistled a sultry catcall, "Heh, only a slut would show off her panties so easily like that, but I actually like perverted little girls you." He leered at Kouta's bulging panties, openly rubbing his crotch. "How about we get right to the good stuff, strip off that cute dress for me, and make a show of it."
With clenched teeth, Kouta lifted the base of the dress up higher and higher, with Chizuru letting out little yelps of excitement as she saw more and more of his skin. "Ooh! He's even wearing the bra~ Do you think he's shy, hiding those cute nipples? Hehe, make sure you show Master those too~" Kouta dropped the dress to the ground, and reached behind himself to reach the hooks of the bra. He hesitated once he had the hooks undone, somehow the idea of showing off his nipples felt dirty. Even though he had gone topless in public before, it felt different this time, like he was showing off something lewd. He lowered his hands, letting the bra slide off of his shoulders, exposing his nipples, which stood stiff in the cool air.
The Teacher grinned, his eyes focused on Kouta's exposed chest, "Nice and stiff eh? Did you know that when girls get turned on, their nipples get hard? Maybe since you can't get hard normally, if you did actually put on the cage like a good girl, then all of your arousals is going to them instead"
"N-No, that's not true! It's just cold in here is all..."
"Whatever." The teacher stood up, standing across from Kouta. "Chizuru, if you would." She sprang up and knelt down in between Kouta and him, and promptly shoved her face into the crotch of the teacher's pants. She gripped the zipper in her teeth and drew it down, the sound of it unnerving Kouta greatly. She undid his belt, and pulled down his pants and underwear, letting his huge hard cock spring to attention. "Now then, I've shown you mine..."
Kouta got the implication, and shyly hooked his thumbs on his panties. They were the last thing between him and being completely nude. His heart pounded in his ears as he slid them down, letting his caged cock and balls dangle freely. He dropped them to his ankles and stepped over them, where Chizuru grabbed them and gave them a deep sniff.
"Hehe~ A girl's panties are pretty valuable you know? Maybe we can sell these~ Oops! Sorry Master, I'll get to work right away!" Chizuru gripped the teacher's cock in one hand and began stroking it, and with the other, cupped Kouta's balls tenderly. "Does my handjob feel good Master? Yay! I'm so happy~ And what about you Kouta? I can't stroke you with that cage on you, not that it'd feel good with how small it is anyway, but I can still make you feel good in other ways!" She draws her fingers across his sack, making Kouta tremble at the ticklish sensation. "So this is Kouta's dick... It's so small and cute! It's girls dick~"
"I-It's a boys dick... I'm a man!"
"What? No way! That itty bitty thing looks nothing like Master's cock!" Chizuru laid the teacher's cock in the palm of her hand and bounced it a few times. "See how big and thick it is? There's really no comparison, it's more like you have a clit than a dick~ If it was a dick, then I would be able to do this!" She leaned towards the teacher's dick and opened wide, taking it into her mouth. She sucked it fast and hard, making obscene slurping noises, and eliciting moans from the teacher. It sounded like it felt really good, and it made Kouta's caged cock strain against the cage painfully. Chizuru's stroking along his sack began to slow, as she became engrossed in sucking on the far larger dick.
Kouta found himself shaking his hips instinctually, trying to stimulate himself on Chizuru's hand, but it did nothing to alleviate the ache in his dick. Chizuru pulled herself off of the dick with a resounding *pop* "Oh, sorry Kouta~ I guess I got a little too distracted. I promise I'll do something nice to you after, I just need to finish sucking Masters dick, I can't resist it~" With that, she took her hand away from Kouta entirely, and again began sucking on the teacher with a renewed vigour. Kouta, now being denied any stimulation at all, struggled to hold back from thrusting his hips, but he just couldn't help it. He craved to have his dick sucked, or to even be able to get hard, he tried to stroke at it through the cage, but it didn't feel pleasurable at all, he could only stroke his sack as she had done, but even that didn't feel as good as when she had done it.
The teacher laughed openly in between grunts of delight. He stared right at his caged cock, licking his lips, enjoying the physical sensations mixed with the feeling of dominance over Kouta. With a mighty roar, he grabbed onto Chizuru's head and pumped his load into her waiting mouth. Chizuru moaned as he spurted, very clearly loving the taste of his goopy cum spreading across her tongue. After he had finished, she pulled off of him, and turned to Kouta, mouth open as she played with his syrupy semen. She then spat it out onto her hand and began coating her fingers in it.
"I really wish I could have swallowed this, but Master told me I would need it to make you feel good." Chizuru looked longingly at the cum, before turning her gaze towards Kouta. "Alright, you were so patient while I indulged myself, so now it's your turn to feel good!"
"A-Are you gonna take the cage off?" Kouta nudged his hips towards her hopefully.
"No way Kouta! Girls don't cum from their dicks after all~" She reached her had, dripping with the teacher's semen, between Kouta's legs, and poked it against his butt hole. "Girls feel good with their pussies!" She promptly shoved her middle finger inside his butt, aided by the slippery fluid. Kouta clenched his teeth in discomfort. Nothing had ever gone into his butt before, but here he was with the wriggling finger of his once loving girlfriend reaching into the depths of his rectum. "Now where is it..." She dug around, searching for something...
"Aha!"
A jolt ran through Kouta, a dollop of precum shot through his dick and oozed out from his urethra. What was that? Before he could make a sound, he was cut off by Chizuru pressing into his butt once more, forcing a lustful moan out from his lips.
"Hehe~ Found your prostate! And it sounds like it feels really good!" Chizuru assaulted the little nub behind his penis viciously, not giving Kouta any time to form a single thought. It wasn't that it felt incredibly good, there was pleasure sure, but the moans were coming from the shock from each jolt sent through is dick. It was intense, not expressly good, but for certain very intense. He could feel something building up within him, with each sharp jab into his prostate, something kept drawing ever closer. "Ooh! You're twitching so much! Are you gonna cum?" Cum? Was that what this was? Was he going to orgasm? Without his dick being touched at all?
Kouta was helpless to resist as the swirling sensations grew within him, and before he even realized it, his dick was oozing a large amount of white liquid. He wasn't ejaculating, but cum was still coming out. His legs seized up and he shook violently, Chizuru sensing that he was cumming, dug her finger into his prostate as hard as she could, the immense pressure making Kouta scream loudly.
"NHGAAAAAAAHH! AHHH! AHHHH! AAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
And with that, Kouta slumped over, Chizuru's finger becoming dislodged, falling to his knee before hitting the ground laying on his side. He was exasperated, the extreme prostate orgasm he just had having sapped out all of his energy. He laid there and breathed sever short quick breaths, deaf to Chizuru and the Teacher laughing at his shameful orgasm.
"Ohmigosh! That was soooo cute how he came from his butt! He was really like a girl shaking like that~"
"Heh, even I didn't expect him to cum on the first try. Seems like he has a real talent for this. But even people with talent need to train, so Chizuru, bring out his new toy."
"Oh yeah! He's going to love it!" Chizuru reached behind the infirmary curtain and grabbed a small black object. It was a rubbery buttplug, the size at its base was slightly thicker than the size of the teacher's girthy cock. She rubbed it with the cum still on her hands, and lined it up with the unaware Kouta's butt. "Get ready Kouta, this is gonna feel even better!"
With a slow but forceful motion, she pressed it into Kouta's hole, the haze in his mind dissipating immediately. He groaned loudly as the tight ring of his ass gradually expanded, being stretched out around the plug. His groan turned into a full scream as the toy reached its thickest part. When it at last lurched forward, sitting snuggly inside, Kouta fell silent, his face stuck in an "O" expression, at the plug squished his prostate firmly.
Chizuru lept up to her feet and draped her arms onto the Teacher's shoulders. "Okay then Kouta, that's everything for today! I hope you enjoyed dressing up all cute and cumming from your butt~"
As Kouta slowly got onto his hands and knees, the Teacher spoke his instructions to him. "Now then, it should go without saying that we've recorded this too, and that it'll remain our little secret as long as you keep quiet and follow orders." Kouta stepped up, attempting to rise to his feet, but the motion caused the plug to dig into his prostate deeper, and he moaned before slumping to his knees again. "You keep that plug inside you all the way home okay? Try not to cream yourself too much in front of others, haha!"
The two of them walked over to the exit before turning around. "Oh, and I'm going to want that plug back. You can give it to me in the locker rooms after gym class tomorrow, and I shouldn't have to tell you that you need to wear it to school. I hope you don't mind that gym is the last class of the day, haha!" With that last statement, they left, leaving Kouta to struggle to his feet, desperately wishing he could remove the plug right now, but wary that he was still being watched, he simply dressed himself back up in the girly dress, panties and bra in silence. When he staggered outside of the infirmary, he was horrified to discover that his coat was missing.
He had to wait for several hours with the plug nuzzling tight against his prostate until the sun had set. His heart pounded out of his chest as he snuck home, delicately walking so as to not shift the plug around too much. Unfortunately, he ran across a fat nerdy looking man on his way home, who creepily licked his lips and grabbed his crotch at the sight of Kouta's all too short dress. Overcome with embarrassment, Kouta ran the rest of the way home, unintentionally flashing his panties to the man, who would later masturbate to the thought of the cute "girl" showing her wet panties. By the time Kouta got home, his panties had a huge splotch of precum, and his dick strained against the cage even more than before.
He had much trouble sleeping, his butt felt strange having been stretched out for so many hours and then suddenly being empty. And he was horny too, without any ability to masturbate. He gazed at the plug from his bed for a long time, thinking about how it felt against his prostate. He shifted and turned away from it, not wanting to even think about it anymore. He passed out from the exhaustion, his mind avoiding thinking about tomorrow.
Monday morning at last... Going back to school after the weekend was always a little exhausting to think about, but as Kouta rose from his slumber, rubbing his eyes as he did, his gaze immediately locked on to the small rubber butt plug on his nightstand. He left it there while he went and showered and ate breakfast, the vision of it never leaving his mind for a second. It was going to have to go inside him whether he wanted to or not, and he was going to have to feel it shifting uncomfortably inside him through every single one of his classes. But the worst part was that he was going to have to see Chizuru with it in, and that she would be the only one aware of his secret shame... Well, and him...
Kouta brought it to the entryway with him, savoring the last few moments that his butt wouldn't be stuffed full. He drew his school shorts and underpants down, and with plenty of spit lube, began working it inside himself. It was difficult doing it by himself, when he pushed it deeper in and it expanded the ring of his anus, the intensity of being stretched out so far made him gasp and retract it. He would repeat this a few times, having a hard time working up the courage to push past the midpoint, but he knew he was going to be late if this kept up. With his teeth grit, he focused on blocking out the sensations and shoved it in firmly, his hole felt strained to its limit, but he just kept up the effort. With his face contorted in agony, at last it lurched forward inside him.
"Ahhhhnnn!!"
Kouta was breathing heavily on the floor, resting from the great effort of pushing the plug in. When it had popped inside so suddenly, he had let out a lustful moan of pleasure and relief. The plug sat inside him, and compared to the insertion, it felt almost... comfortable? As he stood up, he could feel it shifting inside him, pressing against his prostate, causing his dick to leak a little bit of precum even though it was still flaccid inside its cage. With his shorts pulled up, he was ready to head out. Something as simple as his short walk to school would now be accompanied by the rubbery plug inside him, causing each step to stimulate him further, making the few minute journey seem like hours. Luckily he didn't have to worry about being seen in a pink dress this time, so he was able to focus solely on the pressure on his prostate with each step.
He was so lost in focusing on his butt, that he didn't notice Chizuru waiting for him at the front gate until he walked right into her, sending him tumbling back onto his butt, driving the plug hard against his prostate. "Ahhhnn!!" Kouta involuntarily let out a lewd moan, causing some of the other students entering into the school to whip their heads at the small boy. "Ch-Chizuru!?"
"Hehe~ Looks like you're enjoying the feeling of being full~" Chizuru lent a hand out to help him up. Kouta took it and got up, very careful to not move the plug any more, when Chizuru pulled him close, and her other hand grabbed onto his buttcheek, groping and pushing it. Kouta's knees failed him as Chizuru was causing the plug to rub around even more in his sensitive hole. To the other students the display wasn't out of the ordinary with how much she came on to Kouta normally, so they didn't notice how Kouta clung to Chizuru, trembling with each motion of her hand. She did it for a solid minute, to the point where Kouta felt the unmistakable strange feeling on his prostate, the same feeling just before he came the day before. As his breathing deepened, starting to fall into the throes of orgasm, Chizuru removed her hand entirely, and bounded into the entryway, leaving Kouta quivering outside, denied his much-needed orgasm.
She looked back at him, cheerily calling out to him "Hurry up! We're gonna be late for class!" A few of the male students around him shot him dirty looks, muttering under their breaths how lucky Kouta was for having such a cute girl fawn over him. The several pairs of eyes leering at him as he teetered backwards from the edge of cumming sent a dirty chill down Kouta's spine, he couldn't so much as speak a strange feeling overcame him. There was shame and embarrassment, but far more than that, a single thought overpowered all else. He really, really wanted to cum. He wanted to call out to Chizuru and beg her to continue, even with everyone staring in a jealous rage, he needed it.
The best he could muster was a waddle over inside the school entrance, the plug agonizingly teasing him with each step. When he drew close, Chizuru motioned to keep walking but stopped when Kouta meekly whispered to her, "Uhm... Ch-Chizuru..." She turned to face him, a slight smug grin on her face.
"What is it? Did you want something? Do you... need something?"
Kouta looked down at the ground, stammering as he spoke softly, "W-Well... Uhm... C-Could you do that thing more...? W-When you grabbed my butt..." His face flushed a deep red, he couldn't believe he had said something so perverted to her, but the aching feeling he had around the plug was too strong for him to waste any time. He thought he might collapse and start stimulating it himself if he had to wait any longer, at least if Chizuru did it, it wouldn't arouse too much suspicion.
"Oh?" Chizuru's grin stretched into a perverted smile. "So you're telling me you want to cum? Right here in front of everyone? And I thought I was a pervert!" Chizuru waved a finger in front of his face. "I wouldn't dream of denying such a heartfelt request, but not here. Meet me... in the gym storage room. There's no one using it this early in the morning, I'll meet you there, I just have to let the homeroom teacher know that you aren't feeling well and that we'll be late." With that, she bounded off in a small rush, leaving Kouta feeling very isolated amidst the passing students. He did his best to try and walk normally to the gym, but he got more than a few strange looks at his stilted leg movements and gasps.
When he arrived in the gymnasium, he found Chizuru waiting at the doors to the storage room already. "Hey slowpoke! Took you long enough to get here~" She took Kouta's hand, and led him into the dark storage room, closing the door behind them, leaving them swathed in darkness, with only the dim light pouring through the cracks of the door to illuminate them. "Now that we have a lil privacy, what was it you wanted again? I forget~" Kouta began stuttering while staring at the floor again, but Chizuru interrupted him by grabbing his face and pulling his gaze into her eyes. "Be very clear about what you want Kouta, I don't like men who don't demand what they want."
He took a deep gulp, thankful for the dark obscuring his beet-red face. A surge of perverted desire flowed through him as he brought the words into the air, "E-Earlier, when you grabbed my butt... It, uhm... It felt really good..." Kouta couldn't help but look down again, pausing before looking back up to Chizuru, who was smiling merrily. "C-Could you do it again? Uhm... U-Until I cum...?"
A deep manly voice pepped up from behind Kouta, "Well said." Before Kouta could turn around to see who it was, a strong hairy arm wrapped around his chest, pulling him tight into a rugged embrace. Kouta didn't have to see to know who it was, the voice he heard was one that had haunted his dreams for the past two nights, it was none other than the gym teacher. "So you want to cum with your butt huh? I'm more than happy to lend a helping hand to one of my students." The teacher's other hand slipped into Kouta's pants, and grabbed hold of the base of the plug, causing Kouta to gasp in surprise. Chizuru knelt down and undid the belt holding his pants up, and deftly pulled them and his underwear down to his ankles.
With his toned muscles, the teacher yanked the plug right out of Kouta's ass, causing Kouta to let out a loud moan of mixed relief, pain, and pleasure. But the relief was short-lived as his butthole was forcibly stretched out again as the toy was jammed inside him just as roughly as it had been removed. Kouta's teeth grit and his cage jumped, his hole being so suddenly expanded was an incredibly intense feeling. The teacher began wiggling the plug back and forth, first away from his prostate, and then directly into it. Kouta let out a small yelp each time, a jolt of electricity running from the back of his dick right to the tip.
"You're pretty well trained already Kouta, not everyone feels this good with their ass after so little training." The teacher sneered, "Yep, you're a very talented slut." A wave of shame and degradation washed over Kouta. He hated that this man he hated so much was gleefully prodding away at his most sensitive area, and he wanted so desperately to push him off and run away, to scream for help. But even more degrading than that, was that it felt so damn good. It didn't matter that he hated the teacher, the feeling of pressure rising up from within him didn't yield. Kouta was going to orgasm while another man played with his butt. And it was going to feel incredible.
Kouta's face contorted in shameful pleasure, his mouth agape with animalistic grunts were forced out with each motion of the teacher's hand. His legs trembled and shook violently, the strange yet overpowering sensation of oncoming prostate orgasm tearing through Kouta's body and soul. Kouta screamed a loud moan, as his butt clenched tight around the rubber plug, pressing it snug against his prostate as it pulsated, further adding to his pleasure. A large amount of precum flowed from Kouta's caged penis, his eyes rolling back into his head, tears streaming down his face. Kouta was having his second prostate orgasm, and this time it was given to him by another man.
After the orgasm dies down, Kouta slumped backwards into the teacher's chest, exhausted and limp from the intensity of how violently his muscles spasmed. He was helpless in the teacher's grip, and could only let the warmth of the toned teacher's chest seep into him through his back, the scent of his cologne filling his nostrils in that moment. Kouta breathed heavily with half-lidded eyes, as he stared vacantly into the darkness.
"Well well, I'm very glad you're beginning to accept your sexuality Kouta, as your teacher, it's my job to help out my students in any way I can." The teacher's deep voice resounded through Kouta's head, it was the only thing he could focus on in that dark room. "In fact, you've done so well, I think you deserve a special reward." Kouta could only muster a weak moan as the plug in his butt was drawn out slowly. "You can relax for the rest of the school day without this, and we'll go shopping after the three of us."
Too dazed in his post-orgasmic state, Kouta merely mouthed a quiet "Okay..." The idea of resting was too appealing to pass up. The gym teacher and Chizuru left him there in the darkroom, it would take a few minutes for him to recover. He was grateful for the time to reorient himself, especially without the plug stuck inside him. When he finally brought himself to his feet to head to class, he was surprised to not feel any stimulation against his prostate. Heading to class, the rest of the school day was uneventful aside from Chizuru looking at him occasionally and giggling. When it came time for gym class, the gym teacher greeted him warmly, and during a dodgeball game he snuck a quick grope of Kouta's butt, eliciting another giggle from Chizuru, who then rubbed her butt against the teacher, teasing him to touch her butt as well.
The school bell finally rang, and all of the students changed and went home while Kouta and Chizuru waited outside the entrance, Kouta fidgeting nervously. The teacher came out to them, "Ah, my two favourite girls. Ready for a fun-filled shopping trip?"
Chizuru leapt into his arms, "Yay! I want to get some sexy clothes that'll turn you on and make you fuck me super hard!"
"Ahaha, of course. And what do you want Kouta?"
Kouta looked away and meekly muttered "I-I don't want anything from you..."
Chizuru got angry at this, "Hmph! Master is being very generous, offering to buy you things you know? You haven't made him feel good at all like I have!"
The gym teacher laid a hand on her shoulder, "Now now, Chizuru, Kouta here has made me proud with how well he's been diligently following orders and cumming from his prostate, I think he deserves a little reward. Tell you what, you and Chizuru can try on some lingerie together."
Kouta blushed at the thought of wearing lacy women's underwear, his heart pounded in his chest. "O-Only because I'm being forced to. I-If you didn't have those videos… I'd..."
"You're free to be delusional and act like you're all tough, Kouta, but trust me, you'll be much happier once you accept your feminine side."
Kouta didn't know how to respond and just kept quiet. The three of them set off to the local mall, going straight to a women's clothing shop, where once none of the employees were looking, Kouta was ushered into a changing room with Chizuru, and given a very lacy set of red panties and bra. Chizuru took out her phone and recorded him stripping down and putting on the sultry silk. The panties were very tight against his cage, and the holes in the lace gave a good view of his dick and nipples. As he gazed in the mirror, his cock strained against its cage. "I… I look like this…?"
He wasn't given much time to think about how cute he looked before Chizuru grabbed at the underwear. "You look so cute Kouta! C'mon, I wanna try them on too!" Kouta realized that if she tried them on in front of him, it meant that he would see her naked, and wearing the very revealing garments. "Hey! No peeking perv! Close your eyes or I'm gonna post pics of you online right now!"
Kouta turned against the wall, removing the bra and panties so that he was completely naked and closed his eyes. He heard a lot of rustling behind him, he couldn't help but imagine Chizuru's naked body and just how sexy she would look in the red lace. Just like him... What?
"Alright! All finished, you can look now, Kouta!"
When Kouta turned to look at Chizuru, instead of an almost naked girl, his eyes were met with a big, thick, throbbing hard cock hanging right in front of him. It was the gym teacher, he had slipped in behind Kouta and pulled down his sweatpants and exposed himself to the boy. "Were you expecting to see Chizuru in her underwear? Ahaha! That excitement you felt should be directed towards seeing dicks instead. A weak little boy like you is never going to have sex with a girl anyway."
It was incredibly claustrophobic in the small changing room, Kouta completely naked save for the chastity cage, with an imposing man with his dick out cornering him against the wall. Chizuru was outside the door, and Kouta could hear her walking away. He noticed quickly that his clothes were missing. "H-Hey, where are my clothes!?"
"Oh, those? They're being tossed in a trash can right now, they didn't really suit you anyway. Don't worry, Chizuru is going to pick out some much more fitting attire for you. But in the meantime..." The tall man pointed directly at his dick, "You don't have your wallet right? If you don't want to be left in here naked, I could be… convinced to purchase an outfit for you."
Kouta looked from his face down to his cock. The same cock that had been fucking Chizuru and impregnated Nozomu. He wanted to throw up. The teacher set his hand on Kouta's head and easily pushed Kouta down to his knees so that he was face to face with the erect member. "I-I… I can't do this… N-No way..."
"Don't worry, all I'm asking you to do is try. And if you can't even manage that, I guess you could try to sneak out of here naked. But then you'd probably be caught, branded a pervert and sent to prison hm? Trust me, you'll want to take the much easier option of swallowing your pride and well, swallowing my cock."
As much as Kouta hated this, he knew that it was his only option. He stared the hot sweaty meat rod dead on and leaned forward. The musky scent of his cock, still sweaty from teaching gym class made Kouta's head feel light. With one hand he grabbed the twitching cock, surprised at just how warm it felt, and how much harder it was than his own got when he masturbated. Kouta looked up to see the teacher's sneering grin, "Open up Kouta, you won't earn anything with just your hand." Kouta grimaced, not wanting to believe that he was about to take another man's dick inside his mouth. With some effort, he parted his lips and unclenched his teeth, slowly bringing his face towards the head. The teacher, growing impatient, simply thrust forward into Kouta's waiting mouth.
His eyes widened in surprise as the cock slid up his tongue and hit the back of his throat, causing him to gag. "Sorry about that Kouta, but you just looked like you needed a little push." He waggled his dick from side to side, spreading the manly salty sweaty taste through Kouta's mouth. "Be sure to work that tongue, remember that you have to earn your clothes. Make me feel good." Kouta tried his best to block out the sensation of the cock in his mouth as he licked at the cock, but he couldn't help but feel every single one of the teacher's heartbeats as he bobbed his head back and forth. He just wanted this to be over with, but the teacher showed no signs of cumming early, and merely let out pleasured grunts as he enjoyed Kouta's sloppy blowjob.
"Ahh… That's nice Kouta. Not as good as Chizuru, but very different. I'll never turn down a bj you know, in case you wanna make a little extra money on the side." Kouta blushed, how could he be enjoying this? Kouta had never even thought about gay sex before, but yet, the teacher's pleasure was genuine. Kouta really was pleasing him. He had never pleased a girl before, he had always rejected Chizuru's advances, maybe deep down he was scared that he wouldn't have been good enough? Maybe he was meant to please men instead… But not the gym teacher at least!
"Hello? Are you almost done in there? I brought some clothes!" Chizuru called over the changing room door.
"Ah, just one second." The teacher gripped the back of Kouta's head, "This may hurt a little." He slammed his hips forwards, causing Kouta to make a loud wet gagging sound as the teacher fucked his face. Every thought in Kouta's mind was pushed out by the intruding cock pistoning in and out, overloading his senses with its potent musk and raw strength. The teacher didn't hold back, and after a minute of furious humping, his movements quickened and his dick twitched hard. A thick rope of hot jizz erupted from the tip, right onto Kouta's tongue, the taste almost making him retch, but he had become accustomed to it somewhat from drinking so much of it two days ago. He spurted over and over again, and as he did, Kouta's caged cock twitched in tandem, the feeling of being used and inseminated like an onahole made Kouta's arousal peak.
After he finished up, the teacher pulled his cock out of the well-fucked mouth, leaving a trail of cum running down Kouta's chin. "Now be a good girl and swallow, it's not like it's something you haven't done before." Kouta shuddered, but did as he was told, and gulped down the load inside his mouth, his cock jumping yet again as he did. He was thankful the teacher didn't seem to notice this.
"Alright, Chizuru, if you would." The door cracked open and the teacher took the clothing handed to him. "I gave her my card, so this is already paid for, go ahead and put it on, we'll be waiting for you in the food court." With that, the teacher stepped out, leaving the boy to change into the clothes that were left. As he picked up the clothes, a look of horror came over his face. The clothing wasn't just women's stuff like he expected, but it was incredibly slutty. A midriff barring tee with straps for shoulders that read "Daddy's toy", a very short mini skirt, and thigh-high pink socks and some shoes with raised heels. As Kouta was processing these, he had an even harsher realization. There was no underwear. He was going to have to wear this mini skirt with his genitals completely exposed.
Chizuru and the teacher watched with smug grins on their faces as they watched Kouta hobble out of the store towards them, holding his legs together as he walked. The incredibly brazen outfit attracted the stares of many people, even eliciting a catcall. "Y-You..." He stared daggers at the teacher. "How could you not give me underwear!?" He said this under his breath, so as not to let anyone hear.
"Because you only earned enough to pay for everything else. I'm sure next time you'll do better." The teacher gave a small wink. Now why don't you sit down in this booth here, while Chizuru and I pick up some food." Kouta stammered some objections, but soon found himself sitting alone in the food court, with several people staring at him while he blushed and held what little fabric there was over his cage and butthole. It didn't take long for a group of three punk-looking teenagers to come over to him.
"Hey baby, come around here often?" One of them sat down beside him, and wrapped his arm around Kouta. "You look like you're looking for a good time. Why don't you come with me and my friends here?" He leaned in close to Kouta's ear, "We'll fuck all of your holes all night baby. I can be your daddy."
Kouta stared straight down, his face beet red. He couldn't manage to form any words he was so embarrassed. But his dick strained against its cage really hard as he imagined what the teenagers would do if they found out he was a boy. The strange feelings inside him made him want to scream, he wanted to be out of this situation. Just then, the teacher and Chizuru came back with a bag, and the teacher stepped forward to confront the boys.
"You kids wouldn't know what to do with her. She needs a real man to handle her." The teacher was quite muscular and easily intimidated the boys, who quickly left. Kouta was relieved that he had been rescued from the teenagers, before remembering that the teacher was probably worse. He didn't object to being called a girl, not wanting anyone to overhear.
Chizuru piped up, "Hey, Master just saved you from those jerks, don't you have anything to say to him?"
Kouta fidgeted nervously, "Th-Thank you..." He was genuinely thankful for him scaring off the teens, but it felt strange to be thanking the teacher.
"No problem, I need to protect what's mine after all." The gym teacher opened up the bag he was holding and pulled out a small white elongated plastic package, "Here, this is for you. I think you'll like it." With a slight grin, he unwrapped the package to reveal that it was a pink popsicle. "Remind you of anything?"
Kouta took the popsicle, "Very funny."
"Go on Kouta, suck it. It'll be good practice."
Kouta rolled his eyes and stuck the popsicle into his mouth, working his tongue around it and sucking nonchalantly. He welcomed the chance to wash out the thick taste of dick and cum in his mouth. But as he was sucking, he noticed that more and more people were staring at him. He had been completely oblivious as to just how lewd a display he was, with his incredibly slutty attire, sucking on a popsicle like it was a dick. He could see visible bulges in the pants of passersby, having been turned on by the Kouta. He blushed deep red again, and lessened his sucking to a more normal rate.
"Don't be shy Kouta, being able to turn people on is a gift. I bet some of the people here are going to be masturbating to the thought of you later."
Masturbating… to me? Kouta imagined one of the teens from earlier, stroking his dick, thinking of how sexy Kouta was. His dick strained at the cage yet again. No! This is wrong! I just want to go home! Kouta bit down on the popsicle, and chewed it to pieces, just wanting to get the day over with.
"Hmm… I think that's enough for today." The gym teacher and Chizuru stood up. "I'll send you an email later with some more instructions, maybe you'll even get to take that cage off if you do well enough. But for now, try not to get into any more trouble on the way home. Unless you like the idea of being pulled into a back alley and raped like a bitch."
Kouta again found himself left alone, and he hobbled his way home. On the way a strong breeze picked up and he accidentally flashed his caged cock to a woman, who gave him a look of such disgust. Kouta hoped she wouldn't recognize him once he got out of these clothes. After getting back home, he stripped off the girly clothes. But he had a bit of a problem, seeing his nude body in the mirror was turning him on again. He would spend much of the day clawing at his cage, desperate to get off, thinking over and over again about the teacher playing with his plug, and occasionally drifting over to his cock. When was that email going to come? Kouta was both excited at the prospect of getting the cage off, and terrified at what he was going to be made to do next. But he kept his nerves steeled, this was all for Chizuru... right?