Of the lengths we'll swallow

The teacher née cumdumpster drew out a screen from the wall, drawing the class's attention to a complex-looking array of graphs and statistics. She waved a hand and the page altered itself into what almost looked like a sports league table of some kind.

“I’ve always been of the opinion that you can learn an awful lot about someone by the way they suck cock…” Silvertongue announced, a tone of absolute seriousness now balanced upon those studs. “Which is why I always ask for your first ever homework assignment to be to go and find one. Some of you might have been thinking this was an easy task compared to your peers in other roles… I assure you, you will not make that mistake twice. I hear some of the older girls panic more about my gradings than anything else... I like that.”

Jesse realised that the names running up the side of the table contained his own, Suzy’s, Franceska and Lizzy. Along with various stats such as ‘maximum depth’, ‘strength of suction’ and ‘time to ejaculation’. He was flabbergasted to see that his own place upon the list was also right at the very top, with some sort of overall rating system calling out his performance as B-. The vague electronic praise of his dick-swallowing abilities terrified him… though nowhere near as much as what happened next:

Silvertongue singled out his entry on the table and selected it… bringing up a whole new set of data, along with a sort of simplified animated diagram of the internal workings of a mouth and throat.

“Now obviously, as you were not on school grounds we are unlikely to have video footage of your efforts… but those clever little collars of yours record all sorts of things for us. For instance, we can playback on this diagram exactly what was going on behind all those soft lips and pearly whites of yours… and even listen in to the audio at the same time.”

Sure enough… at the click of a button, the whole class was suddenly treated to a pitch-perfect recording of Jesse’s wheedling voice asking “Please Whitney… can I suck your cock?”. Followed by the whole pathetic scenario following on. The teen could do nothing but bury his head in his hands as he heard the entire thing play out in front of everyone, closely followed by an awful lot of amplified slurping and gulping noises. He managed to glance up for one second to catch a glimpse of several warm, pitying looks coming in from everyone around… but somehow that just made it even worse.

On the screen, a digital representation of Whitney’s large cock was sliding in and out of his gullet. Showing exactly where it got down to with every forceful thrust. The teacher began analysing the action unfolding, without drawing any connection to the cringing sissy whose work it was in the slightest. A decision he had clearly made on purpose, so as to not **** the boy any more than necessary.

“So, clearly our top-marked student chose a partner with whom they had a... fraught relationship with. Though I would guess they had not engaged with before. Which explains the amount of adrenaline running through their system, something which always helps. They also selected a hermaphrodite partner with their ovaries turned into internal testes… This might account for some of their higher scores, as it is considerably easier to swallow a penis deeper without balls always getting in the way. Not that their efforts should be in anyway negated by that, I would simply advise you all find at least one training partner who is similarly equipped… and at least one who you absolutely despise. Nothing teaches you your place better than servicing someone you hate!”