"Breakfast"

I wish I knew how I got here. I wish I knew why I was here. I wish I could remember the taste of anything other than semen.

I was currently at St. Priapus High School for Damned Boys. It was an all-boy's school (obviously) and apparently it's where bad boys went when they died. And by "bad boys", I mean "bad" in the loosest terms. This was a school meant for boys that liked to masturbate once too often, boys who smoked without their parents knowing, boys that lusted after the school jock. Minor offenses means minor punishments in the afterlife apparently, and boys that went to this school represent those kind of boys.

I was in the cafeteria. The cafeteria was designed less like a wide-open auditorium and more like a hallway in a massive museum and or in the vatican. Lined up against the wall were various marble statues of muscle-bound men stood. Each statue stood high next to one another with - impaled upon their stone phallus' - my fellow high school students, the statue's cocks up their asses. The students were all blindfolded and gagged with ball-gags. Their arms and legs were strapped in a manner - with their shoulders held back by the arms of the inanimate statues -were their naked chests and genitals were exposed. Some of them did not make much noise, having grown used to their state, while many others were moaning loudly beneath their ball-gags at their erections were being sucked by other students.

I myself sucked on a fairly average cock of an average looking black-haired student bound and gagged, feeling the head of the boy's cock rub the top of my mouth. My tongue caressed a vein as I played with the student's testicles. This stimulation seemed to turn on the bound student, his muffled cries giving out as his balls quivered and a large load of semen shot from his cock, filling my mouth with cum. I savored the flavor for a moment before swallowing the load.

St. Priapus did not serve food like normal. In fact, since everybody was dead, none of us were sure if we needed to eat. However, everyone still got hungry, and so the only food we were allowed was each other's semen, which seemed to compensate well enough.

"Hey, are you done with that?"

I looked behind me and saw a ginger boy an inch short than myself. He was pale, with a tuft of hair lining his cock.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Wordlessly, the boy went up to the bound and gagged student stroked the boy's cock back to life, giving the head a lick as he sampled the flavor of cum that was left on it.