Sissy School Chapter 9 - Moaning Mannie

Note: There is a trigger warning for this story, but it might be a spoiler. So if you need to see the warning, scroll to the bottom. Otherwise, enjoy :)

“It just doesn’t make any sense…” Henry said with a mouthful of toothpaste.

He seemed to handle the taste so easily. Larry still hadn’t gotten used to the cum-flavored froth, despite not tasting anything other than cum for the last few weeks. He still wondered where they got it all…

“...why would a Sitter just…unlock you?” Henry continued.

“Maybe she likes him.” Bryan said, spitting his paste in the sink, putting his long and skinny dick-shaped toothbrush back in his mouth to scrub his teeth some more.

Henry looked like he was about to say no fucking way, but he thought better of it.

“I think you’re just jealous…” Bryan jeered.

“I am definitely not jealous,” Henry scoffed. “I have been happily caged for the last 3 years. I rarely need to take care of myself, and when I do…well…let’s just say I'm pretty good at achieving a sissygasm.”

Larry couldn’t imagine spending 3 years in constant chastity. After just 3 weeks he was ready to crack.

He read the note again, even though he’d done it probably 100 times by now:

If you want to cum, visit the Sitters bathroom on the 4th floor in the Wimpy Wing tomorrow at 11:00pm. Perhaps I can help you out! :)

“I just think you need to be careful,” Henry sighed, “If you’re caught in a Sitter restroom–especially with a Sitter–BOTH of you will be in big trouble.”

Larry looked to Bryan for a little encouragement, or at least some reassurance, but he shrugged too.

“She’s right,” he said, “as a First-year, you can get in trouble just for being caught in an upper-classmen’s bathroom. They are very adamant about First-years using diapers only. Unless you’re a Sluttykins, obviously.”

Larry didn’t know what to do, he was hoping Henry and Bryan would have given him the answer he wanted, that it would have been obvious he should take the risk. But he reasoned that their concern and wariness was a sign of their true friendship.

Still, he wanted to talk to Ariel directly to clear up the details, but he didn’t see her around the Whoridor common room. He ended up having to ask Lauren to change his hefty morning diaper. They were getting noticeably more full each night as the weeks went on.

Lauren must have noticed too. “Somewon’s quite the wittle super-soaker lately!” She giggled, rolling up the puffy pamper and putting it in the diaper pail. She took the larger sized plug out of his bag and inserted it using minimal lube, tapping his bottom once she had him powdered and padded.

“Leave that in until Daycare!” She told him with a smile.

******

The rest of the day was kind of a blur. Not because it went by fast, but because Larry was lost in thoughts of the possibilities with him and Ariel. He couldn’t help but imagine her hands on his uncaged penis, or maybe even the warmth of her mouth. Would she let him fuck her? Would he even be able to last long? He doubted it, but he was sure he’d be ready for round 2 almost immediately.

Larry was one of the few who didn’t fall asleep in Binn’s Women’s History class that day because he spent the whole time squirming with his dick swelling painfully inside his steel chastity cage.

He did do better in Communications class though. He wrote an erotic essay about a sissy that spent all night getting fondled and teased over his diaper until he ‘made stickies’ inside it like a baby. Larry wondered if he secretly wished that would happen with him and Ariel.

In Daycare, Lauren watched as he squatted and pushed out a huge dump in his diaper after she removed the plug. She clapped condescendingly the whole time.

While she was changing his diaper, Larry secretly wished it was Ariel. But realized it probably wasn’t much of a turn-on to clean up someone else’s poo off their genitals

“So you think you’re gonna go through with it?” Bryan asked at lunch. Biting into a phallic-shaped pastry. The ‘cream’ it was filled with leaked out the sides of his mouth, running down his chin and onto his bib.

“I think so…” Larry replied tentatively. He nibbled on a cumcake, turning his nose up at the taste, deciding to get a spoonful of the pureed prunes instead.  “What exactly would happen if Ariel and I get caught?”

“You’ll be expelled.” Henry said immediately.

“No he won’t,” Bryan said, mouth full of food, “he’s a Mannie, he doesn’t want to be here. If anything, they’ll make him stay longer.

Henry looked a bit perturbed at being corrected, but continued all the same. “Whatever it is, it won’t be good. I would advise you not to give yourself the chance to find out.”

“Or just don’t get caught.” Bryan smiled, slurping from his bottle.

Larry’s logical brain told him Henry was right. But the horny part of his brain agreed with Bryan, and—if the rest of his life was any indication—the horny part always seemed to win.

******

“Regular Kegel exercises can increase your pelvic floor muscles.” Professor Gape explained, “it’s the same muscles you use to stop yourself from peeing, for those of you who can still control that…”

Gape glanced around the Analology classroom at the sissies in diapers. The panty-wearing Sluttykins, including Graco, sniggered.

“Proper strengthening of these muscles can help you tense around whatever is in your rectum, theoretically causing whatever Alpha is using you to cum faster.” Gape continued, “Mastery of these techniques can keep you from cumming too fast, or aid you in achieving a sissygasm.”

Larry’s ears perked up for the first time. The Professor was going on about the proper ways to train and clench the muscles, as well as encourage them to practice at any point during the day. but Larry was curious about the earlier part of the lesson. He raised his hand.

Gape crooked an eyebrow in surprise. “Yes, Fairy Parker?”

Larry still cringed when his sissy name was used, but cleared his throat and continued with his question:

“You…you said Kegeling can…can help with sissygasms?” The class giggled again, more than just the Sluttykins this time. Larry flushed, but pressed on, “Can…can you elaborate on that?”

Gape rolled his eyes as if Larry had asked the dumbest question imaginable. “If you would have done your required reading from The Ins and Outs of Anal Sex, you would be familiar with this by now. But I'm not sure a silly first-year like you can read, especially one in diapers…”

Everyone but the Whoridors were laughing now, even though probably no one in the room had done the reading either–except for Henry. It was obvious since the first day of school that Gape detested Larry for some reason, but he’d yet to figure out why. He knew Gape had wanted to teach Fellatio, but Larry didn’t understand why it made them enemies. It was also ironic that Gape criticized him for being ‘young’ and stupid, when Larry was 35 years old, and Gape looked to be about a decade younger.

“If you must ask, Parker…” Gape spat, “Proper kegeling can strengthen the pubococcygeus muscle, which runs along the rectum from the coccyx to the pubic bone. Flexing this muscle can make the prostate pulse and contract. Better control can lead to easier ejaculations from prostate stimulation.  Does that answer your question, Fairy? Or do I need to explain to you what a prostate is and how it affects a sissygasm too?”

More chuckles from the class, even though half of them were scribbling down notes.

“No Professor…” Larry said, feeling stupid for asking, “I understand. Thank you…”

“Wonderful…” Gape scoffed with an upturned nose. “Now, if everyone will take out their suction-cup dildos and place them on the floor, the Sitters are going to come by and remove your diapers. You will all squat down on your respective dildos, and practice pulling them up off the floor using only your Kegel muscles. The more lube you have, the harder it will be!”

******

“Man he really laid into you didn’t he?” Bryan said in the locker room. They were changing into their ‘gym’ clothes. It consisted of a sports bra, a tank-top that looked more like a crop-top over Larry’s pudgy belly, and a pair of those spandex shorts you see Volleyball women wear.

First-years still had to wear a diaper, but it was a thinner, lighter one, almost like Depends. Larry actually preferred the bulky, poofier diapers he normally wore compared to the itchy, scratchy Depend-like ones. The former were much more comfortable.

“That’s just the way Gape is,” Henry sighed, applying deodorant to his freshly shaved armpits. “Next time you have a question, just ask me instead.”

Larry nodded while he laced up his tennis shoes. They were significantly smaller than Bryan’s next to him, but Bryan didn’t have little pink lights in the soles that illuminated every time he took a step like Larry’s did.

They made their way into the gym where Professor Michaels was waiting. She always had that intense, drill sergeant scowl to her demeanor, and today was no different.

“Alright ladies!” She barked after sounding her whistle, strutting back and forth in front of the line of First years, toiling with her riding crop,  “Looks like you babies need to be burped!! So watta we say? Twenty burpees?”

The class groaned.

It was the first time he saw Professor Michaels smile.

“Hmm..Thirty then!”

Another, more intense groan as the line of sissies dropped down to their bellies, taking the dildo sticking up from the floor into their mouth, pushing up, bringing their legs to their chest, jumping in the air, and doing it all over again.

A month before, Larry would have been winded after the first set of 3, but over the past few weeks he’d gotten in much better shape. He was able to do almost 15 consecutive push-ups now. He could run for longer distances, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t notice a little less flab around his midsection.

It made him feel better about himself, a little more confident about his appearance. He found himself focusing more on his make-up and what outfits he wore as a result. He wanted to look more presentable, more “fuckable”—for lack of a better word.

Not to be fucked by guys, mind you. At least, he didn’t think so. He just figured if he had to dress like a sissy he might as well dress like a good-looking sissy.

He wanted to look good for Ariel. She obviously saw something in him that she liked, so he put in a little extra effort that day to look even better. Instead of doing 30 burpees, he did 32. Instead of doing 20 squat-jumps, he did 23, he hoped it would make his ass look better.

“Alright ladies! Shake weights! Let’s go!”

Larry and the other sissies scrambled to the edge of the room where the racks were. Bryan picked up the 3 pounders. He was much bigger and stronger than Larry, but Larry wanted to push himself, so he picked up the 5’s.

“You sure you can handle those?” Bryan asked, trying to keep the incredulity out of his voice.

“I got it,” Larry said, a little apprehensively. Just lifting the weights off the rack was a little disconcerting, they were much heavier than the women’s two pounders he was used to.

The sissies returned to their mats and waited for the Professor’s instructions, even though they knew what to expect by now.

“Alright you little sluts!” Michaels called, “arms up! Elbows at a 90 degree angle…aaand shake!!”

The implications were obvious. As they shook the springy weights back and forth, it looked as if they were stroking two giant dicks in each hand.

“Mouth open, sissies! We are working the jaw too! You’d be surprised how painful it is to hold it open and wait for a load sometimes. Especially you Mufflefluffs! Pornstars are often there for several minutes while they wait for the males to pop!”

Larry’s arms were already burning. It was hard enough to just keep his arms above his head. He was sweating down his chin—or was that drool?

“Tongue out, losers! I want you looking like hungry bimbos!!”

There were whimpers and grunts down the line, everyone’s mouths gaping open made it sound almost comical.

Larry wasn’t laughing though, he was straining now. Feeling like the muscles in his deltoids could snap at any second. He wanted to look good for Ariel, to have arms and biceps she’d want in a real man, but he couldn’t take it anymore.

Professor Michaels cocked her head as soon as she saw Larry drop his arms. She stormed over to him like an angry drill sergeant.

“What exactly do you think you’re doing, Parker?!” She spat. “Did I say you could stop?!”

“No, Professor!” Larry whined.

“Then get those arms up, Fairy!!” She roared, inches from his face.

Larry whimpered, trying to raise the weights, but his muscles were on fire.

A sharp smack from the riding crop across his neck made him yelp.

“GET ‘EM UP!!”

Larry reeled as he obeyed. Hoisting the weights up, and giving them meager shakes back and forth.

“Harder!” She yelled, smacking his thighs with the crop.  “Faster!”

Larry was mewling as he worked the weights with more intensity.

There was a beeping sound next to him. Bryan had completed his 100 strokes on one of his weights. The end of it opened slightly and shot a pearly white substance all over his face. They claimed it was a “cooling liquid” to bring your temperature down after a workout, but Larry knew exactly what the intentions were. The weight in Bryan’s left hand beeped seconds later, depositing another load on his face and mouth, signaling the end of his workout.

Larry glanced at the number counters at the end of each of his weighted discs, they read 46 and 42. He was hardly halfway there.

“Let’s go Fairy! We don’t have all day!”

He regretted choosing these weights. He should have just stuck with the same as Bryan, he probably couldn’t have even handled those.

He grunted and groaned as more and more sissies down the line made their weights ejaculate. Professor Michaels only had eyes for him, though.

Larry was straining, worried his arms might fall off. Michaels swatted his legs and thighs every time he dropped his arms for a break.

Do it for Ariel. He thought. The more pain you endure, the better you’ll look.

He glanced at the discs. 87 and 83. He was almost there.

He tried to focus on his breathing. Tried to block out the other sissies around him that were growing impatient. His arms were on fire.

An image flashed before his eyes. An image of a big black dick pumping next to him. One that he was stroking. He tried to shake the thought away, but right as he did, a cool, thick liquid hit his right eye, then his cheek. He was overcome with relief, and a feeling of accomplishment as the goo ran down his face. With one eye coated in fake semen, he focused on the other weight. On getting it off. Or—getting it to ‘go’ off—he corrected.

Larry wasn’t as good with his left arm. He wasn’t rocking it hard enough for the counter to register. He gritted his teeth and jerked the stubborn weight harder.

“Open your mouth, Fairy!” Michaels ordered.

He did. Sticking out his tongue right as the weight blasted him in the nose, and then his gaping mouth. He was so thirsty that he gulped it down gratefully. It tasted just like the cum infused dinners he’d grown accustomed to.

“About damn time, Parker. 5 points from Whoridor for making us wait.” She scoffed, blowing her whistle. “Alright you pathetic bunch of pansies! Let’s run some laps and work off that extra poundage!”

******

Fellatio at least went a little smoother. They practiced putting a condom on their dildos using only their mouth. Larry went through 3 or 4 condoms before finally getting the hang of it. You had to lightly inhale to pull the tip inward, then tuck the lips as you rolled it down. Larry was using so much teeth the second time, he actually cut a slit in the latex on the way down.

“All the way to the base, Parker.” Professor Mars instructed as she walked back and forth

Larry could taste bile in his mouth as he forced the rubber ring of the condom down by a few centimeters. He still hadn’t learned to control his gag reflex, even on his dildo that was only 6 inches.

He caught his breath, swallowed the sick in his mouth, took a breath, and went down again. He repeated that process several times until he finally managed to nudge it all the way down to the fake rubber testicles. His mascara was running down his face by the time he was through.

The rest of the time was spent sucking their rubber dildo with a rubber sleeve over the top. The artificially flavored lube was not pleasant. Larry never received a blowjob with a condom on. He never received many blowjobs at all. But he couldn’t imagine it would feel good to get one with a barrier blocking out all the warmth and wetness. That being said, he’d appreciate anything he could get at this point.

He had to clench his legs to contain the pain from his cock getting hard at the thought of Ariel doing the same thing to him as he was currently doing to the dildo…

******

“How do I look?” Larry asked.

Henry and Bryan were going through the different outfits in Larry’s trunk. Various tops, skirts, stockings and dresses all laid out. What exactly do you wear to a secret meet-up with a Sitter? None of them knew.

They decided on a basic school girl outfit. The white top tied together at the front below Larry’s “cleavage”. They figured it could easily be untied as well if need be. A pleated, flannel skirt could easily be flipped or unzipped if the moment called for it.

To any onlookers, they just looked like a bunch of sissies playing dress-up. The other Whoridors in the common room were either studying, writing, or practicing on their phallic shaped instruments.

There was a clock above the fireplace. The only one in the Whoridor house. It was only 7:00pm, Larry still had 4 hours.

“It’s almost bedtime,” Henry reminded them. “Change into your jammies and put your outfit under your plastic mattress. I calculated it out, the Hypnosis line takes exactly 15 seconds to complete. So at about the 900th loop, that should put you at 10:45. That should give you plenty of time to make it to the Wimpy Wing. Use the side door near the 2nd-Year bunks to get out of the Common Room. They have access to the bathrooms down the hall.”

Larry tried to focus on Henry’s detailed instructions, but he was frazzled with nerves of excitement and anxiety. There were a lot of risks. He hoped it would be worth it.

*****

Lights out seemed to last forever. Larry almost fell asleep while the woman’s hypnotic voice repeated the same line over and over.

You are such a pretty baby gurl...You love the feel of your diaper between your legs...your clitty in your cage...you are not a man...you are a sissy...a sissy baby girl…

It was like counting sheep. 900 sheep. The only thing that kept him awake was the giddiness he was feeling.

Larry was thankful that he had earned a reprieve from the restraints he’d endured the first two weeks. He did a quick scan of the cribs around him. The sissies were all snoring softly. Some suckling on pacifiers, some even had their thumb in their mouth.

Larry was very conscious of the crinkle of both his diaper and the mattress while he grabbed his outfit and climbed over the rail of the crib. Luckily the hypnosis tapes drowned it out. There was no Sitter in sight as he scanned the darkness, only the movement of mobiles above the cribs.

Larry dipped through the commons, finding it mostly empty but for a few Fourth-Years. They paid him little notice though as he slipped out of the side door.

The hallway was dimly lit by a few infantile nightlights near the baseboards. Larry tiptoed until he reached a corner, checking that the coast was clear. He used that time to change his clothes behind a statue of Sasha De Sade, a shemale whose triumphs Larry had watched several times during film studies and teasing tortures.

Larry figured if he was dressed in a schoolgirl outfit he would be less likely to be mistaken for a First-Year than in a zip-up onesie. Not that it mattered, he would probably be in just as much trouble no matter what year he was.

Regardless, his footie pajamas made too much noise on the stone floor. He tossed them in the nearest trash can and carefully made his way down the hall to the nearest stairwell.

Usually he’d be winded after climbing two flights of stairs, but he was in better shape now.

The Wimpy Wing was a strange hallway tucked away on the opposite side of the school. Henry had to draw out a map for him to even have an idea of where it was. Larry slipped past two Bouncers behind a desk in the main hallway. They were spit-roasting a hungry little sissy from Maidenlaw that was either caught out after-hours, or decided to come out and have some fun of her own.

Larry turned the corner and saw a flashlight down the hall.

“Angus Finch patrols the halls at night.” Henry had said, “He’s the caretaker. Do not get caught by him. He has a particular fetish for needles and sounding.”

Larry didn’t want to ask what sounding was, he couldn’t imagine it was something he’d enjoy. He certainly didn’t enjoy needles. He waited for Finch to find the stairwell and make his way to another floor before sashaying through.

The Sitter restroom for the Wimpy Wing was at the end of the hall. It had a more ornate door compared to the other restrooms, with an old-timey keyhole that Larry didn’t have the key to.

Luckily the door was just slightly ajar, probably Ariel’s doing.

He was giddy with excitement as he creaked the large door open and entered. The bathroom was huge, practically the size of the entire bottom floor of his house at home. There was a column of sinks in the middle, flanked by immaculate looking stalls around the entire edge of the room. The only thing missing was Ariel. There was no sign of her at all.

His beating heart deflated. He should have known it was some sort of prank, something just to tease him. How could he have been so stupid as to think a Sitter would take interest in him?

But just then, a door to one of the stalls creaked open.

“You came!” Ariel smiled, looking a bit nervous as well.

Larry’s heart leaped into life again, beating fast at the sight of her. She was more gorgeous than he remembered.

“I did.” He said awkwardly. Fidgeting and making his skirt sway in the wind he was kicking up from rocking back and forth on his feet.

“We don’t have much time.” she said, taking out her handbag. “Go ahead and pull your diaper down.”

Larry didn’t need to be told twice, he grabbed the waist and shoved his pink pampers down with a loud crinkle.

“What happened to your neck?” she asked, pulling his hair extensions back to examine the mark Professor Michaels had left him from her riding crop. “Is that a hickey??”

“No! Please! I can explain!” Larry fretted, he didn’t want her to think he’d been galavanting with someone else, but she just smiled and laughed.

“It’s fine.” she said, waving it away “No reason to worry.” But she had a weird look afterwards, like she was thinking something else.

“Let’s get you lubed up.” She said, taking a small bottle out of her handbag.

Larry thought that was a bit weird, she hadn’t even removed his cage yet. He noticed the master key dangling on the chain around her neck.

She noticed his befuddled look, gave a smirk, and then fought it down. “Trust me…you’re going to want this.” she said, squeezing out a generous glob onto two of her fingers.

Larry’s questions were answered when she turned him around and put her fingers between his buttcheeks, coating his puckered hole and even slipped a greasy finger or two into it.

She was going to give him a sissygasm. He’d seen her do it to others during changing time. It wasn’t exactly what he’d expected when coming here, but he guessed that he should take what he could get.

CRRRKKK

A door creaked open. Larry’s stomach dropped. Had Finch come back to this floor already?

He turned to Ariel in panic, but she didn’t seem the least bit perturbed. In fact, she almost looked like she’d expected it.

The door to the Sitter’s Restroom had opened. Larry could feel needles all over his body, like his brain was anticipating the torture that Angus Finch would make him endure. But it wasn’t Finch that came around the column. It was Graco Balfour.

“Hello, Parker.” he grinned wickedly.

Graco was flanked by Bert and Gurney, his henchmen that went everywhere with him. There were also two other Sluttykins around them. All five of them had their arms crossed, and that same evil smile across their faces.

Larry turned to Ariel for help, but she just stepped back, looking guilt-ridden.

The only thing left was to run. He tried to dodge around the column, but Bert met him there, cracking a smile as well as his knuckles. Even in a dress and pigtails, the 6’3’’ 250lb sissy was intimidating. He tried the other side, but Gurney was there.

Graco hadn’t moved, just cackled with laughter.

“There’s nowhere to go, Fairy!” he sneered, “I know you’re a Mannie and pretend you don’t want to be here, but I suggest you make the best of it…”

And with that, Bert and Gurney grabbed Larry by the arms.

******

Larry had thought about crying out, about screaming for help. But he figured what Finch would do if he caught them was way worse than what Graco and his cronies would do.  He tried to fight back, but his arms still felt like Jello after that stupid workout in Feminine Physique class.

They had him bent over the sink while one of the Sluttykins pounded him from behind. Larry had to bite his bottom lip to keep from making too much noise. Bert and Gurney held both of his arms while Graco hissed into his ear.

“I would shove my dick down your throat and test whether or not you deserve that stupid mark on your forehead, but i’ve seen you suck a dick. You gag too easily, and you use wayy too much teeth for me to put anything in that pathetic Mannie mouth!”

The one in Larry’s ass started grunting. Larry could feel the head of his cock swelling, while his own clanked back and forth in its cage from every thrust. Larry felt the sissy’s hands on his hips as he gave three hard, deep thrusts, followed by a warm sensation filling up his insides.

The sissy slid his dick out of Larry’s ass, he could feel the cum leaking out of his hole and down his crack.

“Alright Foley, it’s your turn.” Graco said, “Be quick, we don’t have all day.”

******

With each successive sissy’s semen that was deposited in Larry’s rectum, there was at least more lube for the next one who entered.

Bert had just finished pumping his load into Larry, who was thankful that Bert had only lasted about 2 minutes. That left only Graco, who was grinning again from ear to ear.

“Get him in the stall.” He said.

Larry tried to protest, but someone clamped a hand over his mouth. He tried to push back, but they were stronger.

The stall was big enough for all 5 of them to fit. Even Ariel came in to watch, albeit unenthusiastically.

Foley and the other unnamed Sluttykin figured out Graco’s intentions. They laughed as they pulled up their skirts, pulled down their panties, and started pissing in the toilet.

“Bet you wish you could do that, don’t you Parker?” Graco seethed. He waited for them both to finish before grabbing the back of Larry’s hair, and shoving him face first into the yellow water.

Larry gurgled and squirmed, but his noodly arms were held firm. Just when Larry thought he was gonna pass out from lack of oxygen, Graco let him up, only to push him back into the water again.

The hands on his head switched, and Larry could feel Graco’s hands on his hips now.

Graco wasn’t as big as the others in his group, but what he lacked in size, he made up for in enthusiasm.

Immediately Graco was sliding in and out of him at a blistering pace, spanking and slapping his ass with no apparent concern for how loud he was being.

Larry’s lack of oxygen was making his head spin. He spat the dirty water back in the bowl and whimpered.

He tried to focus on kegeling to help Graco cum faster and get it over with. He clenched the muscles in his anus as best he could, hoping it would have any effect at all.

But there was definitely something happening, maybe not to Graco, but certainly for Larry.

Larry could feel his prostate pulsing.  Graco was sliding back and forth along his spot.

“There…” he squeaked out. “Right there…”

Graco and the others laughed. “Ohhh, the Fairy likes it now, does he?”

Larry cringed, cursing himself for submitting. But his desire to cum was much greater. Larry was subconsciously backing his ass up against Graco’s hips, swooning.

“Please…don’t stop…”

Again they laughed.

“Do it.” Gurney said, “Make the Mannie cum!”

“Make that bitch splatter his baby batter on the floor!”

Larry didn’t even protest, just kept kegeling while his head was plunged in the water again and again.

“Tell me you’re my bitch, Parker!” Graco ordered.

“I’m your bitch!” Larry squeaked before he could stop it, but the cat was out of the bag.  “I’m your bitch! I’m your bitch!!”

Graco pounded him with renewed vigor, right into his prostate.

Larry could feel the intensity building, it was like a wave that started at his toes and was sending tremors over his whole body.

“Yes…yess…YESS!” Larry couldn’t contain himself. He was finally doing it! He was finally getting to cum! Even if it wasn’t exactly how he’d prefer it.

He felt the load shoot through his cage and hit his belly first. Looking down he saw it spewing all over the bathroom floor in every direction as Graco continued to fuck him and release a load of his own.

Once his balls were emptied, Larry was overcome with shame and remorse. He’d just let his school bully/rival give him a sissygasm…and he enjoyed it.

“I can’t believe you actually did it, Parker!” Graco roared with laughter, louder than he probably should.

“Who’s there??” Someone called.

All the Sluttykins' faces dropped, as well as Ariel’s.

It was Finch.

While everyone scrambled to hide in a stall, Ariel immediately snatched Graco by the ear, stopping him in place.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE, YOU LITTLE TWERP??!” she called loudly, dragging him out of the stall, giving Larry a concerned look and mouthing ‘hide’.

Larry closed the stall door behind her, climbing up on the toilet to hide his feet. Ariel quickly scooped Larry’s discarded diaper off the floor and tossed it in the trash can, still keeping a hand clamped to Graco’s earring.

Angus Finch burst through the door seconds later. “What’s going on here?” he growled.

“Caught this one trying to peep on me in the bathroom!” Ariel exclaimed dramatically.

Through the cracks of the stall Larry could see Angus sniff and scan the room. The other Sluttykins were hiding in the stalls the same way Larry was.

Larry worried Angus could hear his panicked breathing, or the drops raining down from his sodden hair.

Angus snatched the radio off his hips. “I need Bouncers to the Sitters’ restroom in the Wimpy Wing.” he barked.

Moments later, the two Bouncers Larry saw behind the desk earlier came bursting through.

“Take this one to my office!” Finch ordered, and Graco was carted off, kicking and screaming. He turned back to Ariel. “And you! What were you doing in here so late?”

Ariel stifled her panic and shrugged. “I had the Beef Tips for dinner…”

Angus smiled and nodded in understanding.

“Yes, well…off with you then. And be careful of these little sissy sluts! All horny and desperate, the lot of them!”

“I’m well aware, Mr. Finch, thank you.” Ariel said. She spared Larry’s stall an apologetic glance before following Angus out of the room.

To Be Continued.

Trigger Warning: Rape