Unwanted support and praise

“Well first of all… I believe we have some congratulations to give? Jesse, would you like to come up here?”

The sissy really didn’t want to… but Miss Daisy’s gentle insistence was enough to **** the matter. He shuffled up to stand next to her, digging a toe into the classroom floor and playing nervously with the hem of his skirt.

“Over the weekend, this little cutey finally lost his anal virginity… and for quite a handsome sum, I might add! Can we all give him a round of applause for saving himself for so long and then taking such a major part in all of your responsibility towards funding the school?”

It was possible Jesse had never gone so red in his often blushing life… as a polite, but earnest clatter of hands went around the room. All those eyes were on him, and he could feel many of them openly undressing him as they imagined being the lucky one who had claimed such a trophy. All except Suzy, of course… who had also gone distinctly red. Though he was clearly trying to appear supportive and blend in all the while.

The pregnant teacher made no mention of who had bought that honour, though she did offer what might have been a knowing look in the other sissy’s direction. She also continued to hold Jesse out in ever-growing embarrassment as his experience became a teaching point:

“Now, I know that still leaves just a couple of you with various orifices untouched… Why some sponsors insist on keeping their playthings ‘pure’, when they know it will only hamstring your training in that direction… I do not know. But you are to be their property… so I have no doubts you will abide by the rules they set. However, whenever such a late bloomer finally earns their first little bellyful of baptisement… It is all our duty to help them catch up with what practice they’ve missed! So I advise all of you who have something to offer... to make sure dear Jesse receives it sometime this week. Do I make myself clear?”

Now the femboy at the front of class went a little pale… as this proclamation was met by a much more enthusiastic response. He didn’t know which was worse as he was finally allowed to reclaim his seat: Fran and Lizzy’s encouraging smiles, or Suzy’s defensive glares toward all the world at large. The other sissy reached out below their desks and grasped his thigh in an iron grip… as if never planning to let go.

Over lunch, they told the other two the truth… much to the immediately-voiced jealousy of Fran.

“You bought him?! That’s not fair at all! Why didn’t the algorithm grow me a big fat cock and a richer-than-god father… So I could screw his pretty, little brains out?!”

Lizzy seemed more just wistfully curious, than anything.

“What does it feel like? To be inside him? ...I bet it’s really soft… and warm…”

Suzy did his best to describe the experience to them… relieved that at least these two were not an immediate threat of invasion into his already marked territory; and clearly actually happy to be able to boast about it a little. All of which only gave Jesse more humiliating discomfort. Though he smiled when they turned to him and returned the regular squeezes of his deflowerer’s hand, which they had kept clasped together under the table.

He was trapped between two minds… both incredibly self-conscious about how gainly they were all discussing the private intimacies of his and Suzy’s act; and wishing that these other fucktoys, to whom receiving penises had by now become just about as common as breathing, would stop making such a big deal about it. Didn’t this just make him one of them now? A stray glance away from the next stranger sliding their way right up inside of him…

The thought made him shiver… but he didn’t think it was with fear.