You comfort the other student.

The bell went off, signifying the end of the class-period. I slowly stood up, feeling the lubricated toy mounted on my chair slide out of me. I felt both stretched farther than what was safe and yet also empty, feeling the cold room temperature enter into my abused ass.

Mr. Wilde told use to clean our desks so that they could be used for the next students. I pulled out a box of what looked like white wipes and proceeded to clean the top of my desk, chair and both of my sex toys before wiping them dry with a towel.

"See you later handsome," Anciel said, giving me a wink before walking out.

While Mr. Wilde and many of the other students shuffled out of the room, I tried stuffing the cleaning towel back into the desk. I looked to the other-side of the room and saw the student that threw up earlier. He was still sitting at his desk. The top of his desk was still covered in his accident from earlier, his oral toy laying on it as the student was covering his face, his shoulders hitching with his breath as he was crying with the hands in his face.

I walked up to him.

"Hey."

He did not respond.

"Are you okay?"

He wiped away a few tears as new ones spilled out to replace them.

"I-I... I hate it here," he answered, his voice nasally from his stuffy nose. "I just," he sniffed, "I just wanna go home."

I knew the feeling. It was not until my first night arriving here did the full weight of my situation set in.

I was dead.

My life ended and I was now in Hell, and I will have to endure damnation forever. Or at least until I graduated. I could never get a straight answer from the teachers. Maybe they didn't really know for sure either.

My friends - as few there were - were alive and well and I might never see them again. My parents were the same. They probably missed me. Held a funeral. Invited my aunt and uncles and cousins to the wake. Seen my body in a coffin as they were lowered into the ground. He's in a better place they probably told themselves, as if saying it would make it true. God, I didn't even get to tell them that I was gay.

Now, the fact that I was gay was the only thing I was allowed to be, really. Maybe that is the whole point of this school. An ironic punishment kind of Hell were my sexuality is indulged into meaninglessness.

I bent down to his level.

"Hey, hey, it's going to be alright," I lied. "What's your name?"

"U-uh, Caddy," he sniffled.

"Caddy. Nice to meet you. I'm John." I placed a comforting hand on his cheek. "We're going to get through this. Okay?"

His blushing cheeks upped a hue and he put his hand over mine as he gave another sniffled breath.

"Okay."

"Good. Do you need help with anything?"

"Uh, well actually, c-could you, uh... could you look away for a second?" He asked awkwardly. That was when I remembered that he was still sitting on the specially made chair, his body being used as a sheath for the chair's penis.

"O-oh, yeah," I answered, blushing with embarrassment as I looked away. I heard him moan painfully as he got up, suddenly aware of how the erection I have had all morning as it twitched from the sound. He wiped down his space. I looked back to him.

"T-Thank you," said Caddy, still blushing. He scurried away nervously. My eyes could not help but wander downward as I got a good look at his shapely butt.