You go out for lunch

You need time alone to figure out how to deal with the Ms Nanci situation - in addition to placating your grumbling tummy, so you decide to kill two boards with one stone and try out the newly opened Starfecks across the street from school. So you set out on your venture, hoping to avoid gang-**** before you arrive at your destination. Fortunately, you complete the 50-yard journey without major incident. You even managed to help an old lady cross with you, only slightly peeved that when you asked her to grab your arm for support, she went for your unguarded tushy instead.

Well, obviously.

You enter Starfecks and immediately make for the male-only section. Before long, a cute redheaded waitress saddles up beside you and asks for your order. You go for the latte with _extra _thick cream - something Starfucks provides in abundance by all accounts. You decide it wise to take the male-security option when prompted, protecting all your holes from the staff, customers and, apparently, the old lady you helped across the street, who's currently standing outside the window opposite your booth, mouth agape and drooling profusely. Ew, gross!

You switch off from your surroundings, devoting your thoughts to the issue of Ms Nanci's unnaturally fat cock and what she plans to do with it. You think back to the morning's events, back to where your life took a painful turn for the worse.

"So, Dougie-bear, it would appear that your grades are below the accepted level for your age group. If they do not drastically improve, you're going to end up in the Fucktoy camps by the end of the school year. How do you plan to change that?" says Ms Nanci in that irritatingly confident manner of hers.

"But I thought I was doing good, Miss. I've been trying so hard, even stopping my sisters from using my mouth while I study. I'm a good boy who just wants to do well. I don't want to be a useless fucktoy!"

"Fucktoys are hardly useless, Doug. It's an honourable thing to serve your lady betters. My only son recently became a fucktoy and he's never been happier. Plus, his blowjobs have seen considerable improvement. I'm so proud of him!"

You just stare back blankly. You're determined not to end up in those Goddess-forsaken sex camps like every other boy in school. You're going to do whatever it takes to avoid that hell.

"I'll do whatever it takes to improve my grades, Miss." you say.

"Whatever it takes? Well, it may take a lot, Dougie, more than your fragile mind can handle. But if you're prepared to go the extra mile to achieve results, then applaud you. Now, have you considered the extra credit option?"

"What's that?" you say suspiciously.

"Don't play coy with me Dougie-bear (I really hate that name!), you know full well what I am implying. Truth is, I think you're the hottest piece of boy-ass in the entire school, and I've wanted you from when I first laid eyes on you. I've been waiting for a chance to take you ever since that day and, now that chance has finally arrived. Look, I'm going to make this real simple for you, Dougie, as I'm aware your boy-brain is limited to how much information it can absorb before it goes into meltdown."

"Stand up!" she says whilst staring at you intently.

You do as requested because what choice do you have?

"Good boy." Miss Nanci leans back in her chair and takes a deep breath, eyeing you up, practically drilling a hole right through you.