Sorted by submission

Jesse was dumbfounded by the sheer number of candid photos of him already saved to the network and his collar. Every inch of that school must be laced with micro-cameras… automatically calculating at every moment whether an image was worth preserving. There were shots of him entering the school looking tremblingly nervous. Shots of him lined up with all the others, having Betsy's underwear stripped from him and the chained-plug inserted. Shots up his skirt as he walked through the hallways and shots of him sat side by side with Fran and the others, chatting and urinating. There was even one taken, clearly by a passing drone… as he lay sprawled out on the sunny-sidewalk, paralysed and dripping with semen.

He couldn't believe it. Every single humiliating moment he went through was being commodified and sold. The true meaning of Ms Julian's insistence that they were all now 'school property' came into light. He didn't even own himself as an IP anymore… every step he took was just another opportunity for them to catch a sellable flash of his smooth, thin legs. Bath or not… the boy suddenly felt filthier than he ever had before. His skin itched with the notion of a thousand unseen curved glass eyes.

"Ooh look… I'm actually the second person to subscribe to you…" Betsy didn’t seem to register his discomfort at all. She was too drawn in and fascinated by this new level of access to his privacy. “They’ve picked out a few pictures and categorised them…”

Who could it possibly be? One of the leering old men on the Maglev? One of the boys who had abused him? Jesse was suddenly aware that the school wouldn’t bother dredging through all these lurid collections of images they collected. Those carefully curated show-reels that Ms Julian had brought up from the elegant third year’s collar must have been built up by fans. Random passers-by who had bought access to his endless debasements and then dedicated their evenings to trawling through them… picking favourites, sharing comments. It was all very disturbing for an effeminate teen who was self-conscious at the best of times. Seeing image after image of himself red-faced and blushing, with his little cock peeking out from under his skirt and a chain trailing out behind.

Betsy’s eyes however, had lit up with wonder. She zoomed in on image after image, diligently tagging them as ‘cute’ or ‘flirty’ or ‘ass-flash’. Openly spying on the interactions he’d had with students or teachers, or leaving heart-eyed emotes as a comment on an image of his winking star of an anus being prepared for its first ever invasion. Jesse even felt her reach down between his own legs to reach herself underneath, playing with the folds between her thighs at the sight of him previously being punished and humiliated… even while he was sat on her lap right now. He didn’t think there was a situation that could possibly get more emasculating. He squirmed for any avenue of escape from this... without upsetting her.

“What’s that blinking thing in the corner?” He asked, pointing to a little red exclamation mark flashing on and off. Betsy was suitably intrigued herself to try clicking on it.

“It says ‘1 homework task pending: fellatio’” She read, returning quickly to her previous engagement.

“Oh shit!” Jesse squawked, trying to splash his way free of the girl’s restraining arm. “I’ve got to find someone’s cock to suck tonight... before I can go to bed!”

This, Betsy sounded distinctly un-interested in… but she let him jump free of the bath at least. “Well, Daniel should be back in his office by now… maybe ask him? I’m just gonna stay here... for a bit longer…”

Jesse could already see her being reabsorbed into editing his digital portfolio, as he quickly towelled himself dry. The movements of that hand beneath the water growing in pace. That image stuck with him as he ran for the elevator, along with the constant knowledge that, somewhere behind: his best friend was masturbating herself into a fervour over pictures of him being used and abused.