Relief Lessons

Walking towards the gym and sports building that connects to our dorm, I wonder what sort of 'lesson' the school as us scheduled for. Just like with any other school, we are given a couple days each week to relax and do homework, and I still have a history chapter to read. The only reason I haven't is due to the insane horniness I've been experiencing along with everyone else in the dorm. Even as I walk behind the masked futa that fetched me from my room, I can't help but be hyper aware of the heat between my legs - the residual arousal from my attempted masturbation just minutes ago. I bite my lip with remembered embarrassment, recalling how the guard futa in front of me had been watching my escapades for who knows how long.

Evening light shines through the windows of the hallway as we pass by different portraits of school athletes and display cases full of trophies. This area of the building is definitely new to us, but it's also not too far from our dorm, so I can't help but feel as if whatever is planned for us might become a regular part of our schedule. The short walk ends as the leading guard swings open a set of double doors, revealing a rather comfy - if plain - looking room. They step aside to allow us boys to walk in, but a voice shrieks out from an unseen location deeper within.

"Stop! Take off your shoes before you walk in, boys!" A highly effeminate voice calls with genuine annoyance, causing those of us already a few steps in to back up and leave our shoes by the entrance. When I eventually make my way inside, I kick off my shoes and step onto the soft, matted floor of the room. Standing a few feet away from the entrance, I get a good look at the space we all find ourselves in. Covered in faded blues that evoke a feeling of comfort, the walls and floor are padded in soft plastic cushioning. It would almost give the impression of a sort of martial arts room or sparring area, yet the room would only be large enough to safely contain one fight at a time without overcrowding. Soft looking benches and rather short looking stools are pushed against the walls - of which are plastered with the occasional poster labelled 'you can do it!' or 'Surpass your limits', among others I cannot make out from this distance. At the far side of the room stand two people. One is a woman with her dirty blonde hair tied up in a bun and wearing a baggy pink t-shirt that drapes over her sizable chest, and pale blue gym shorts. The other is an obvious femboy in matching clothes plus a black collar, his short platinum hair cutely styled to swoop towards one side.

"Come on over boys and girls, we don't bite!" The femboy waves us over with one hand as the woman stands next to him, hands on hips, beaming with energy. Cautiously, we make our way over towards the pair as our escort closes the doors, leaving us for the time being. As I continue to glance around, I notice the studs of our dorm aren't here with us. Huh...

"Welcome, my new boy toys. My name is Brittany, but you can call me Brit, and this here is Audrey. Today is our first of many classes to teach you all the most important thing during your time here at futaU - relief." The woman speaks, her tone friendly and inviting as she presses her palms together and bows in a semi-sarcastic greeting. The group of boys give their curtsies to the instructors, still unsure of what we are here to learn.

"Aww, so cute! You boys learn so quick. Audrey, greet them back, sweetheart." The girl called Brittany clasps her hands over her cheeks in an exaggerated expression of adoration. When she turns to speak to the boy, her tone shifts slightly - an undertone of command hidden under her sugary voice.

"Of course!" The highly feminine voice I heard before springs out of the femboy's mouth, almost jarring from how high-pitched yet natural it sounds. Apparently greeting us in kind; he drops to an open-legged squat, one hand behind his back while the other rises to his mouth, his thumb and forefinger forming a ring as he sticks out his tongue and mimes a lewd gesture that evokes a blowjob. He giggles and gives a wink while in his absurd pose before rising back to a standing position. Was that supposed to be a greeting..!? No way we're supposed to do that eventually, right...? I wonder in shock at the display.

"Now that the formal greetings are out of the way, consider us your close, personal friends. Audrey and I are here to assist you in your sissy journeys. In the future, I don't want to see a single curtsy aimed at us - unless of course it's outside this room." Brittany gives a cheeky wink, as if she had just shared a secret with the dozens of boys now standing before her. At least I don't have to worry about punishment with these two... I muse to myself. I am barely able to keep my attention on the room around me, helpless to the constant ache between my legs as my balls are still filled to burst. Fortunately, the femboy's piercing voice pulls me back.

"As boys under the responsibility of the university, and thus the government, you are required to wear that awful little chastity cage of yours. You probably feel like you'll never get to cum again... But fear not! There are other ways to feel good. Trust me, I should know..." He speaks with animated enthusiasm, drawing in the boys around me. Under the constant distraction of my horniness, I almost miss as he briefly pulls down his shorts and flashes us his crotch - a pink chastity cage that's nearly flat holds his cock, his tiny balls held tightly below by the metal nub.

"With us, you'll learn all that, and more. After all, what good is a sissy with no skill in the bedroom?" Brittany says with a tone I can only assume is meant to be joking as she leans in to peck a kiss on Audrey's cheek, though her words don't seem very joking to me. Regardless, I can't help but **** my attention on the pair, wanting to know what secrets they can provide that might relieve this incessant need to cum.

"First thing's first, we need you all to strip." Brit says as she clasps her hands together, expecting us to simply obey this crazy demand. We all stare blankly for a moment. Though there have been many instances of full or partial nudity within our classes and dorm, we haven't been so exposed outside the shower since our... 'ceremony'.

"Come on, what are you waiting for? If you don't undress, we'll just have to stand here all day until your dorm mistress comes to get you. Then you'll be horny AND in trouble." Brit leans forward as she places her hands back on her hips, looking at us expectantly.

"Oh Brit, they're still shy. Can I help them feel better?" Audrey pipes up again, giving a small hop on the spot as he turns to ask Brittany for permission to 'help' us.

What does he mean by- Before I finish my thought, Brit gives him a nod, saying "Good idea!" Right away, Audrey takes a step forward and pulls off his clothes in one swift motion, throwing them off behind him and revealing his pale naked body. He is somewhat thin like my friend Riley, though his nipples protrude from his flat chest with the small barbell piercings that run through them. The pink of his cage now stands out as one of the few pieces of colour on him, though I now notice both his finger and toenails are painted pink as well, while his black collar frames his cute face. Nothing wrong with calling a cute boy cute, right...? I-it's not gay... The sight of his nude body proudly displayed in front of so many people embarrasses me by proxy, yet he seems completely unbothered. In fact, judging from the slight blush on his grinning face, I'd almost say he's enjoying it.

"Come on, don't leave poor Audrey all alone now! If you join him, I promise I'll show you something nice." Brit says as she raises her eyebrows and lifts her weighty breasts from beneath, clearly showing she's not bothered to wear a bra. At that final incentive, many of the boys start to remove their uniforms, albeit rather sheepishly. Situating myself towards the back of the group, I tentatively follow their lead. This horrible level of exposure is only made less impactful by the apparent lack of an audience this time. Once I yank off my skin tight shirt and place it next to me along with the rest of my uniform, the embarrassment subsides somewhat. Strangely, the act of stripping felt more shameful than the nudity itself, especially considering how I am joined by everyone else - that and how I've kind of already seen everyone naked out of the corner of my eyes during shower time every morning.

"Yay! Good job everyone. I'm no liar, so here..." Brit claps in excitement as she gives a small hop, her tits bouncing like springs. Then, with a nod of approval as her eyes close, she pulls off her loose fitting shirt to reveal her bafflingly perky F cup breasts that bounce cartoonishly from the momentum - massive pink areolas hiding her inverted nipples. The sight practically hypnotizes the room of horny boys as we stand there dumbfounded and confused. Not entirely lucid at this moment, I miss the faint patter of liquid hitting the mats beneath our feet, the arousal of a few boys leaking from their cages to strike the padded ground.

"I can see you're all eager, so let's start our lesson. Fear not, Audrey and I will demonstrate every new skill we want to share with you, so we will go first." Brit says with the tone of a sort of instructor, though I get the distinct impression that what she plans to show us is not just some yoga pose.

"Gather 'round everyone, so you can get a good look." Audrey says with another flirtatious wink as he waves the room of apprehensive boys closer to the pair.

"The first thing we will show you is where your pleasure spot is. I'm sure you've learned from your other classes about the prostate? We like to call it your p-spot, or your boy button." Brit explains as Audrey fetches a cushion from one of the several plastic bins that line the wall behind them. As he returns, he drops to his knees and places the cushion to his side, waiting for Brit to finish.

"The best way to find it for the first time is to have some help. So I'm going to lie down and position my butt above my head, giving my partner a good angle." Audrey continues the lesson as he acts out his own instructions, folding his arms over the pillow he brought over and resting his head atop it, such that his knelt body is now ass-up, butt pointed towards his fellow instructor just enough that half the room could see his newly exposed anus. Unable to help myself, I shift over to get a look at the display, seeing a small pink ring set between his tight cheeks that puffs out ever so slightly - just enough to be visibly raised and lacking any wrinkles. The sight would almost be cute if not for the **** perversity of his obviously altered body.

"For a boy who's not quite wet yet, it's best to either use lube or spit to slick and loosen your little holes." Brittany drops to one knee, using one hand to grab and pull one of Audrey's tight cheeks away from his ring while gesturing with the other for effect.

"Audrey here is a fully fledged sissy, so his boypussy will lube itself with just a little stimulation. But! There's nothing wrong with foreplay, especially if you're doing this alone. Your ass is like a little mouth, and the skin is like your lips." Brit stretches her subject out a little further so we can all see, causing him to let out the slightest of noises through his closed mouth. She then takes the index finger of her free hand and sticks it in her mouth, licking it lewdly as her tongue emerges to wrap around herself. Once finished, she takes her newly wetted finger and slowly caresses Audrey's pert ring as he lets out the slightest of moans, as if he had been given a neck massage instead of... well... Brittany continues for a moment before retracting her finger, Audrey's asshole now glistening with moisture. It flexes then, causing Brit to giggle. "Naughty boy!" She jokes as the femboy prostrated before her wiggles his ass in the air, clearly waiting for her to continue.

"Now that I'm wet, I should be loosened up. For me that's not a problem, but for all of you newbies it'll probably be the focus of today's session." Audrey muffles out, his face still pressed against his arms that remain rested on the ground. Brit takes her slick digit and presses it into the boy's butt proper, slowly sinking it into the boy's ass as he gives a soft "mmmmmm..." of acceptance.

"Get your finger as far in as you can, but don't **** it. It's probably still your first time for many of you." Brit pauses to look at the crowd. Many of the boys nervously glance between the erotic display and their toes, too embarrassed to maintain eye contact. Some, myself included, can't help but stare.

"Once you're in, just feel around a little. Let you or your partner relax as you get a sense for where it feels nice." She moves her finger in and out with glacial speed, only going as far as one finger-joint before pushing back in again, slightly twisting back and forth all the while.

"As you feel around, you should eventually find your prostate - a small, firm spot. Once you do, we just want you to play with it a little. Don't go too hard or you might lose it, or you might hurt yourself. I know this might get exciting once you start to feel good, but this is still just exploring. Just lightly circle it with your finger. If you feel it more firmly, maybe try curling your finger into it a few times. That will give you a real good sense of it." As Brit explains each step, she acts it out in kind. The actions that occur entirely inside Audrey's secret places are only revealed to us by the small groans and moans he lets out. When Brittany finally removes her finger from her partner's tight ass, it gives a tiny wet noise that reminds me of kiss. A trail of fluid leaks from Audrey's ass and down between his cheeks as he finally rises back to a kneeling position, his pink cage glinting with matching drops of precum. Clearly he enjoyed himself... maybe... it might be worth trying... My brain is fogging over with a heavy mix of arousal, curiosity, and shame - my clear failure to be a male mounting with every twitch of my caged dick.

"Now that you've seen an example, it's time to try it yourselves. So why don't you all find a bin to place your uniforms in, and grab a pillow and some lube. Brit and I will be here watching if you need help or have questions, okay? Alright, break!" Audrey says with surprising enthusiasm considering the humiliation he just endured. Maybe he doesn't even think of it anymore...? As I think to myself, the other boys start to trickle over to the bins by the wall, clutching cushions to their naked chests as they sheepishly look around, **** to catch the eyes of a friend they might have made in the past few weeks to help them - or **** to avoid the eyes of those same friends and be left to try this alone. Not wanting to be singled out, I follow the crowd and do as instructed, grabbing a bin and the tools of todays 'lesson'. The question is, who do I try this with?