A Week of Denial

It's been a tough first week of classes. Not necessarily from the actual content, but because of... other reasons. Our history class has been an absolute bore, to the point I've fallen asleep a few times. Professor Michaels did give a lesson on pre-emergence futas of recent history which was somewhat interesting, but it was more about theories than actual facts.

Mistress Delilah has been a bigger pain ever since lectures began, given that she's both our behavior professor and our dorm manager. Whenever she passes us in the halls or enters a room, we have to curtsy and say "good morning, mistress" or "good evening, mistress" or whatever. She even has us doing it with the guards that bring us between the buildings and classes now and I can practically see the smirks through their black face masks. Last class she taught us that smaller boys should even greet an older male or those 'studs' if they see us, which has made living in the dorms embarrassing all over again. We don't do it whenever Delilah isn't in the room, but if her sharp eyes are watching us, we have to call the bigger guys in the dorm "master" as we curtsy to them as well. One boy was brave enough to raise his hand during class when Delilah taught us this and I was afraid she was going to rip his head off. Instead she commended him for his courage as he asked a pertinent question - "What do we do during morning showers then? We won't be wearing our skirts..."

"An excellent question. In intimate and informal scenarios, it is acceptable to forego proper greetings unless they are explicitly demanded of you. However it is never improper to greet a superior if you are unsure." Delilah nods to herself as she casually slaps her riding crop against the screen behind her, striking the picture of a curtsying boy in various positions of humiliating deference to the futa in front of him.

That answer didn't dissuade one of the muscle heads of the dorm from picking on my friend Casey in the showers the next morning. They had bumped into one another as Casey was entering while the stud was leaving. Jeez, they've really got me using these stupid terms in my own thoughts now... Casey is super shy and hasn't stopped looking at his feet every time he enters the shower room, so when he bumped into the stud, all he got was an eyeful of cock as it slid across his lean stomach. The stud gave a frustrated grunt before stopping Casey from moving past as he squeaked out an apology.

"Hold on, if you're gonna bump into me, the least you could do is greet me properly." He said with a mean grin. Casey flushed so red I thought he might pass out before he mimed a curtsy as his head bowed down, whispering a sheepish "good morning, m-master..." Casey tried to rise and flee from the encounter before the stud called out.

"Hold on... Bow deeper, I don't feel greeted." He said, now projecting his voice such that the whole shower would hear. Casey froze mid-rise, his eyes wide. Hesitantly, he lowered his posture ever so slightly.

"Lower." The stud said again. Casey bowed further, forcing his line of sight to level with the guy's swinging dick. It twitches as he calls for Casey to bow deeper still, until Casey's face is a mere inch away from the stud's hardening rod. Clearly he was getting off from finally experiencing the advantages that his stature supposedly provides. When he finally replied with a curt "good morning, sissy", he walked past Casey, allowing the pale boy to practically sprint over to me for a comforting hug. The wet, naked contact with the other boy causes me to blush along with him, but I pat him on the head all the same. I would want a hug after going through that too. The jerk...

Despite the **** first lesson we had with Roxie for phys. ed., the past week has actually been rather scientific - closer to a biology class than anything. It was mostly to do with futas and the pheromones they produce, in what amounts (it's a lot), in what different forms, the ways they attract different genders, blah-blah. I zone in and out depending on how interested I am in the subject at hand. I did find it rather interesting that futas are capable of inducing lactation in themselves and women through a mixture of pheromone emissions and stimulating the breasts. That class was extremely engaging, though mostly because it had me horny the whole way through, pictures and videos of moaning futas and women, rubbing their tits and twisting their nipples until milk squirts out. Roxie even pulled her tits out, the smell of her sweat and her dark areolas causing my mouth to water as I imagine the taste of her salty skin...

Roxie herself has been rather difficult to read, as well. She acts so neutrally whenever she's teaching us in class, despite her lewd displays and subject matter. Yet whenever she's with us as we exercise, she's gotten even more grabby than before. She gropes any boy she finds an excuse to 'help', palming our cages through our bloomers or giving a quick twist to our nipples through our shirts. It's torturous, but thankfully there is only one Roxie with dozens of us boys, spreading out the harassment so it's less frequent for any given person.

One thing that has definitely gotten worse is my arousal, though I know I'm far from the only boy with that problem. The continuous barrage of lewdness has my dick straining against its cage almost constantly. I'd almost say I've gotten used to the painful ache of blue balls from my lack of orgasms, but with every new humiliation or revealing class lesson I feel my nuts swell with cum as my cage drools another stream of pre. After the first day of classes I started hearing the other boys whisper to one another that they're feeling rather similar - their varied sizes of cage all preventing them from getting any satisfying release. With the constant horniness permeating the dorms, I wasn't wholly surprised when certain things started to happen. For one, I think the scene between Casey and that stud was partially caused by some repressed arousal on both sides, but I can't know for sure. Near the end of the week however, I caught a couple boys hiding behind a plant in the common room during leisure time. They were holding each other around the waist, their eyes closed as they slowly kissed, the quiet sound of their tongues sliding against one another reaching my ears before I saw what was happening. When they noticed me peeking from the other side of the plant they used as a flimsy wall, they quickly broke off from each other and moved to opposite ends of the room, acting as if nothing had happened. The small wet spots they left on their seats after departing betrayed their actions however, clearly still aroused beyond belief. They were probably pretending the other was a girl... I could understand that...

The biggest sign of the growing sexual frustration of the dorm was when my friend Riley accidentally made a show of himself for the whole dorm. Yesterday morning during the showers, I had walked in to find a crowd of boys loosely surrounding one corner. Even from the entrance, I could hear the groans echoing through the steam. When I got closer, I found Riley posted up against the wall, one leg kneeling while the other was fully flexed and balancing on the ground by his toes. He was looking up to the ceiling, oblivious or ignoring his audience as he had two of his fingers stirring around in his ass. Different oohs and aahs were pressed out through gritted teeth as he fingered himself for what seemed like an eternity. The various observers around me each watched with morbid fascination, some of which were rubbing against their smooth balls or had a hand pressing against their backside. I myself couldn't help but creep a finger towards my own hole, wondering if I could feel good too. When Riley finally collapsed onto all fours, he let out a loud growl of disappointment. A steady stream of pre flowed from his pink cage as his winking asshole dripped with the same clear, viscous fluid doctor Andrea's medicine caused my butt to produce to clean itself. I guess it had the same effect on everyone, though I'm surprised it can flow like that without going to the bathroom... The crowd dispersed in silent embarrassment and frustration, both from having watched another boy masturbate while also failing to get any relief themselves. I helped Riley up onto his feet so we could finish our shower together, but I could feel my cock trying its best to escape it's cage for the next hour.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I recall all this chaos from the past week. Knowing it will only make my situation worse, I browse through my TV screen for anything to make my urge to cum go away. Maybe if I get horny enough I'll just cum without needing to touch myself... I think with a heavy layer of desperation. I don't really think that will work, but I'm so backed up that I don't care. I'm jolted by another pang through my balls as I spot the show I had started nearly two weeks ago. My cheeks flushing right away as I remember the erotic turn the show had taken as that tall futa ravaged the mouth of that small library girl with her tongue. With a trembling hand, I click play on the small remote and resume just before the moment I had left off.

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I watch again as the tall and handsome futa loudly sucks on the tongue of the girl she towers over. I watch as her hand caresses up the library girl's leg, slowly tracing her smooth leg from knee, all the way up beneath her skirt and beyond my sight. Suddenly, the futa stops her ravenous make out session, slowly pulling away from the small girl just enough to look her in the eyes.

"What's this? Looks like we've got a rule breaker on our hands." The husky tone of voice the futa speaks to the small girl causes me to melt in my seat as I lean back, running my hand beneath my skirt.

"N-no, please... Don't tell anyone..." The library girl breathes out, her eyes locked onto the futa's who holds her, a look of desperation in her eyes. God she's soooo cuuuute... I stare at the lust and shame filled face of the girl as I pull down my skirt, rubbing my hand fiercely against the tiny gaps of my cage. It's not nearly enough.

"How about this: I won't tell a soul about your little problem. But in exchange, you have to help me with some... homework." The futa leers down at her prey, practically craning over her to keep both her head and hands deep within the library girl's personal space. A short silence lingers as the music trills a subtle set of strings, the camera fully zoomed in on the mousy girl as she bites her lip in thought.

"F-fine... but not out here...!" She whispers. Clearly the answer the futa expected, she stands up straight and takes the small girl by the hand, speeding towards a nearby door as she drags her flustered partner. The camera cuts to a silent side room to the library, dark from a lack of windows and cramped with old stacks of books and papers, cloth tarps covering the shelves that line the narrow walls. The futa practically throws the small girl onto a pile of tomes as they enter, turning to shut and lock the door.

"J-just... please be gentle..." The small girl squeaks as she clutches her hands to her flat chest, her clothing ruffled to give her an even more disheveled look than before. Her knees knocked together to hide beneath her skirt as she lies on the books, the library girl sits in full view of the camera. The figure of the towering futa walks up from behind the shot, casting her shadow over the blushing nerd. Surprisingly gently, the hawkish futa reaches for the girl's skirt and underwear, pulling them down with agonizing slowness. C'mon, c'mon...! Despite the meager pleasure I get from rubbing my cage, I still enjoy myself as I beg the show to get on with it. My hand stops when I finally get my wish, my eyes widening at what I see.

"You've been a bad sissy, haven't you." The futa says from off screen as the camera returns to the full shot of the librarian sprawled across the dusty books. Legs spread, a 4 inch penis throbs between her - his - supple thighs as he blushes up to the camera like a new bride. That cute library girl was a boy the whole time!? The futa inches closer, wrapping two fingers around the femboy's hardening cock, slick with fresh precum.

"You know it's supposed to be locked up, you naughty girl." The futa sneers at her subject.

"I know... But my cage is too tight for me..." The femboy mewls as the futa rubs a hand along one thigh as she continues to stroke his dick.

"If I'm not going to report you, I should at least punish you myself." She says with a toothy smile.

She shuffles down slightly and stops massaging the boy, leaving him breathing heavily with lust. Reaching a lean hand between the boy's ample legs, she grabs for the heart shaped crystal that sparkles from his backdoor. As the futa slowly pulls the metal plug out, the boy lets out little noises. The futa takes her time, teasing the boy by stopping and starting while mimicking the noises the sissy lets out. A small, slick sliding noise indicates the plug is fully out as the boy whimpers with embarrassment.

"Let's put this somewhere out of the way for now-" The futa suddenly shoves the plug into the boy's mouth, "-Wouldn't want to get caught from your noises, would we?" She says with venom. The boy simply lies there, his cheeks red as apples as he slowly wags his head in agreement. I hear the shifting of fabric as the futa jostles while out of focus before the camera cuts. A growing cock the size of my wrist twitches between the boy's spread legs, pointed right at his newly emptied hole.

"I promise I'll be merciful..." The futa says as the camera quickly cuts to her face giving another evil grin, just to cut back to he cock as it slowly encroaches on the boy's special place, his smooth cock and balls dwarfed by his companion.

Just before anything really happens, I hear someone clearing their throat from my doorway, causing my to practically leap out of my skin in fright. I reach for the remote and pause the show, the camera stuck on the red head of futa cock. I look to see a guard futa standing in my room, her arms crossed with one eyebrow raised.

"I said it's time to go." She says, a note of annoyance in her voice.

"Oh, okay sure... Let me just..." I stutter as I realize my skirt is still around my ankles, my hand and cage both drenched in precum as I pant from arousal. A rush of complete embarrassment brings me to rapid movement. I shut off my screen and pull up my skirt, slapping my hot face as I try and get ahold of myself. What was I doing...!? How did I not notice her enter? How long was she watching me...?! I wonder in silent shame, following my voyeur into the hall for whatever lesson I am supposedly headed towards.