Your frustration continues, but not for long

The next morning you got another meal before classes started. As the day went on you actually got a good amount of signatures, and had 35 out of your necessary 50 by lunch time. Unfortunately, none of them stopped to help you with your own sexual frustration. Instead just using you as you were meant to be: a pleasure device.

Word had apparently spread throughout the building of the freshman boy chained up in the restroom, and at around 5pm by the time most classes were ending a small line had formed to get eaten out by you. You gathered that most of the women were those who weren’t able to get a collared boy of their own, so had to resort to the public ones such as yourself. Despite this popularity, your aching cock was still left untouched, although plenty of them commented on it and teased you about it.

“Aww, poor fishie’s horny for us” one said, and it was echoed by a few others.

By 8pm you had your 50 signatures and a few extra, and you were exhausted. Your handler came by and let you out.

“Nice job dude!” She said “not bad for your first community service gig. Most of the other boys don’t even have half of what they need.”

“Thank you Ma’am” you say, rubbing your aching and cramping muscles as you stood up for the first time in days.

“So normally this means you’re exempt from more community service for a month, but you mentioned wanting to this every other week. Is that still something you’re interested in?”

“It is” you say, now more sure than ever of how much you loved being in that position of service and free use.

“Lovely! I’ll have your advisor put it in your class schedule.”

You walk back to your dorm naked, not caring anymore about nudity after a weekend like that. Once inside you showered, getting clean before collapsing on your bed.