Time for class.

I felt the mild ache in my ass and I knew what was coming next. I stared at the phallus in the chair.

I have used sex toys in the privacy of my room, but I never thought I would have to use them in-front of a crowd. Granted, everyone else is using one too, but it was still a surreal experience.

I held onto the phallus as I directed the tip under my orifice before lowering myself down onto it. I did everything I could to draw it out, but I knew it would be a matter of time before I would have to do it all the way. I felt it stretch me out more than Anciel's fingers, wincing and making sure to breath as the uncomfortable, mildly painful sensation overcame me. I felt like I was being plugged, the intruding toy worming its way inside me as I reach the hilt.

As I tried to find a comfortable position to be in, I felt my face blush an unbearable heat. All around me were other students feeling the same thing. Some of them still struggling to sit on their toys. Others were moaning loudly, covering their faces, laying their heads on folded arms. One was even crying. I looked over to Anciel and he was clearly enjoying himself, rocking his hips mechanicaly and pinching one of his nipples as he grabbed his own erection before Mr. Wilde gave him another glare.

"Alright everyone. Take out your oral prepping toy and prepare to use it."

I opened my desk again and puled out what he meant. It looked like a popsicle in the shape of a cock. It was bright pink and propped on a stick. Having been in this class for less than a week, I already knew what he wanted us to do. Stick in hand, I placed the tip of the fake cock into my mouth and proceded to insert it more into my mouth. As if it were real, I let my tongue lap the tip and sides, moving it in and out of my mouth further and further with each motion. It had a residual fruity taste, much like a flavored condom, as it dragged across my tongue.

A few desks over, one of the students suddenly choked on his dildo, the fake cock hitting his gag reflex. He bent over and proceeded to cough up half-digested cum from breakfast onto his desk, it being the only thing he could throw up. Tears were pouring down his face at the awful sensation and the embarrassment, but Mr. Wilde gave him no pity as he was **** to put it back into his mouth and service the false cock.

It wouldn't be Hell if it was pleasant, wouldn't it?