And welcomed in

It was the cheer that went up and down the carriage, that really shook Jesse. He could hear it still ringing in his ears as she made him clean her off. Licking up what drips of his own expulsion he could find, on the leathery skin of her cheeks and breastbone, or the actual leather of her boots. He did it wordlessly and in a daze… only just managing to scurry out the door when his station arrived. Every day, he caught the same train at the same time. Already he was beginning to recognise some of the regular faces who shared that commute… and now surely each and every one was going to remember having seen him blow his load all over a wrinkled old witch perhaps five or six times his age. The utter debasement of how she had tricked him hollowed out his soul… along with the promise she had whispered in his ear before he left:

“There now, Sweetums… that’ll win you a few more interested parties. I catch this train every week or so. Perhaps we’ll get them to join in a little next time, to? I know a bottom that needs a few more spankings when I see one… You be good in school until then though.”

She had reached around to squeeze his ass at that, then patted it on its way. Leaving Jesse to walk onwards with the feel of that wrinkled touch upon his backside and the deflating sense of post-orgasm shame still dripping down his inner leg a little. Except… he shouldn’t feel ashamed, should he? All that had just happened was what was supposed to. He had simply earned a little extra towards his tuition and presumably bumped his grades up a little by letting a valued supporter of the school have a bit of fun with him. Desperately searching for that body of confidence he had felt this morning, Jesse tried to see it like Betsy would. Like Madame Stanfield and the whole damn world wanted him to. He was a sissy slut and she had just treated him the way sluts should be treated. He should be proud to walk into school with reddened ass-cheeks and a sticky, little cock... He only wished that was how he felt, when he finally climbed the entrance steps.

Suzy and co were waiting for him. Each one ready with a willing tongue to shove down his throat in greeting. Once again, the troubled femboy found himself brought back up to spirits by their open camaraderie. The rule that they all had to kiss one another in greeting was already proving to be a popular one. The commanded necessity of it seemed to open up the way for them to just feel more comfortable around each other’s bodies. It was just a gentler juxtaposition of that same conundrum that Jesse was battling with. His classmates were all just playthings too, after all. Why should any of them feel awkward roaming hands across each other’s flaunted curves, or showing their affection romantically and erotically? Overt sexuality was their shape and purpose… there were no lines to be crossed in that.

While they were all still milling around waiting for the first bell to ring, Jesse noticed some further movement to one side of the room. Another of the seniors he recognised from his first day was splayed out across a side table probably placed there for this very reason. It was the green-haired punkish-looking hermaphrodite, though this time freed of all her leather straps and dressed only in a full-body fishnet stocking with carefully placed tears in all the right places. She was being driven into at each end by two workmen in dirty boiler-suits, chatting away amiably over the wet, slapping and gurgling sounds of their efforts. Jesse became fascinated by the bulge he could see forming in the senior’s neck as she simply lay back and took the entire lengths of both men, entirely unfazed and unchoked by their girths. He found himself drifting a little closer, catching glimpses of their conversation:

“See I told you these school jobs were the best! Ain’t nobody grows a good little fucktoy like Scary Miss Stanfield does…”

“I still don’t see why they need all this fancy stuff… or to call us out for jobs the robots could do, just to teach all these hussies how to suck a cock better… We could be doing this with Sally, back at the office. Sure, she’s getting a bit loose around the fuckholes these days… but it would mean I didn’t have to watch that bouncing around every time I push in!”

The second worker looked pointedly at the student’s large, but flaccid cock which was, indeed, flapping a little, here and there, as he pumped away next to it. It clearly made him uncomfortable, for some reason Jesse couldn’t quite fathom.

“That’s ‘cause you got no class. You don’t even know perfectly-trained fuckmeat when you’re balls deep in it. Sally’s barely even 3rd class these days… lolling around like a wet sponge while you screw her, barely able to focus on anything except the next cock waiting in line for their break. Boss’s been trying to trade her on for something fresher for months now, but even then it’ll be some second-hand whore who barely got outta Basic before they tied her up under some office-drone’s desk.”

The man pulled his penis out from the depths of the senior’s throat, letting her catch a few, rasping breaths while he slapped her across the face with it.

“While this is the kinda toy they’ll send right to the top floor of that skyscraper. Where they’ll balance glasses of champagne worth more than your year’s paycheck on her, and seal deals selling off stocks in a thousand more Sally’s by pissing it back into her. We’re getting a chance to stick our dicks in fucking caviar, son… Savour the chance while you’ve got it…”

At that moment, the bell rang… and Jesse was **** to march his little butt off to class. As he navigated the stairs in his heels, his thoughts turned to Claire… and all the others in Home 23 who hadn’t scored anywhere near as highly as him. He really should be more grateful of where he was in life. For the algorithm could just as easily have made him a 'Sally'.