Chapter 42

“Like this?” The younger boy asked, dragging his little tongue up the underside of today’s tool of practice. He really was beginning to show some marked improvements in confidence and technique… Though there was still that distinct shyness, wherein he almost seemed **** not to recognise the further contexts of where he was and what he was doing.

“Yes... but look your customer in the eye when you’re doing it!” You instructed, glancing up and down the alleyway just one more time for safety.

These little ‘public training sessions’ made you incredibly nervous, every time. Not for the first time, you wondered how you had let yourself be persuaded to come out here and do this alone. The terror of being caught put cricks in your spine as you hunkered down in high-heels and mini-skirt beside the kneeling schoolboy. While the gormless, toothy grin on Mr Landsdale’s face as he looked down on the pair of you didn’t help at all. He was one of your more regular clients, and certainly a good choice for this. Generally calm, easy to please and just about smart enough to be discreet. Meeting you near his own place of employment for a ‘freebie’ was an offer he’d never refuse.

Terry tried his best to obey your orders, glancing up at the large-bellied stranger with those wide, watery eyes. But again and again, that focus slipped back over. You weren’t stupid. You knew where the precious, young thing’s real devotion lay. The innocent, naive obsession he had for absorbing every inch of your slutty, effeminate outlook. It made you a little sick in the stomach to see the growing roots of your corruption over that blinding, heartfelt adoration. Yet also… oh so horny… To watch him twist himself around any task or fleshy limb you asked of him. Insatiably hopeful to win your affections by doing whatever you wanted him to. Your own masters had made you come here… made you use yourself as bait to lure just such a prize, true. But that was really just an excuse… It also sent your tender heart fluttering to watch someone else go through the same process you had. To revel in the nostalgic observation of someone giving up on every hang-up learned from a more civilised sense of self; in order to bask in the opening freedoms of caring only about others' unkempt desires.

This had all been your step-sister’s idea, of course. Frustrated by the physical limitations that the fruits of your shared labours were having upon your ‘success’. The tool shop sometimes had strangers near lining around the block, to rent out the very specific set of implements that had become its main attraction. Yet there were only so many cocks that you and her could handle at once… however good at multitasking with mouth, hands and feet you both had become. Her own swelling condition only adding further complications to the pot. So ‘recruitment’ had become a new game to play, and sending you into schools you weren’t enrolled to; dressed in long white socks and a scandalously short skirt; had been the giggling ploy to do so.

In all honesty… you hadn’t expected it to work. Wandering the halls and corridors of buildings you’d never entered before, trying to flash a little leg at likely targets while convinced any second you were going to be caught by some teacher. Yet, already you had two new recruits just begging to fall into Skeg and his compatriot’s laps: Katie was a sharp-eyed brunette who had seemed to see through your disguise immediately, striking up a conversation between the stalls of the girl’s bathroom after you had retreated there as all the real students headed off to classes. She’d worked out you didn’t belong… but when she discovered the real reason you were there, simply offered her services immediately. It turned out she’d been after some way of earning extra cash outside of classes, and barely blinked at the idea of using her body to earn it. Unsurprisingly, she and your step-sister had become fast friends… a situation that unnerved you greatly.

And then there had been Terry. The pretty, doe-eyed creature who had began following you from a distance, as you appeared and disappeared in the churning crowds of another day’s end. It had taken you longer than you’d like to admit to notice the timid creature stalking you, yet barely any time at all to steal his first kiss. The boy was smitten with simply the shape of you… and his surprise in learning that you couldn’t really be his girlfriend, so-to-speak, did not seem to hamper the attraction at all. He seemed to see you as some fae and mystical being, from a realm outside of anything he knew. Everything you said to him was absorbed like holy scripture. Every skimpy outfit you wore the pinnacle of fashion to his eyes. Bringing him back to the flat to be fawned over and played with like a dress-up doll by Jenny and Nancy had felt like the greatest betrayal. All that followed was simply the unravelling thread of inevitability. He was your pet now… as much as you were only a chained and collared plaything yourself.