Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2004 08:04:30 -0500
From: Aadrin Blue <aadrinblue@hotmail.com>
Subject: Jacey's Put In-Use - part 6

Jacey's Put In-Use
by Aadrin Blue

part 6

Upon arriving home, Jacey had immediately locked himself in the bathroom
and taken off the diaper, rolled it up and hidden it so he could throw it
in the public garbage bin at the park. That's what he did, too, after
cleaning up and putting some underwear and his pants back on.

As promised by the Principal, the harness unlocked later that evening. Once
the strap became removable, Jacey could release himself from the butt plug
he had carried in his rectum all day long. This happened under his clothes
during dinner, while he was sitting at the table with his mother and
brother. He immediately wanted to remove it, but he had to keep wearing it
while he finished eating his creamy mashed potatoes so no one would be
suspicious. He finished as quickly as he could and then, excusing himself
to take his shower, he ran to the stairs. He pulled off his socks on the
way up, and ran into his room and to his bathroom.

Locking the bathroom door behind him, he pulled the release on the front of
his shirt and then tugged it up over his head. It fell in a heap on the
floor, his pants joining it a moment later. Stepping out of his low-rise
briefs, Jacey was left wearing nothing but the harness, a sleeveless tank,
and his wrist mounted Com. He yanked the velcro wrist strap on Flash and
dropped him into the clothes pile too. Flash said nothing, both boys had
been silent since the ride in Brad's car trunk earlier that day.

Standing in front of the mirror, Jacey examined himself. The detached waist
harness hung down between his legs, the strap still attached through the
base of the plug. Carefully, he unthreaded the strap from the base of the
plug and dropped the harness in the pile with his clothes. Now he just had
the plug to remove. He hopped into the shower and turned on the hot
water. He carefully squatted and slowly pulled it out. It was easier than
he expected, and left him feeling empty inside. Looking at it, it was much
smaller than he'd imagined it to be. Absolutely tiny by comparison to the
vision of the monster he'd seen himself impaled on all day long in his
mind. Although he had thought about the idea of anal penetration secretly
from time to time, Jacey was as virginal as they came.

After his shower, he secreted the rubber plug away in his closet (actually
hiding it inside a plush toy with a zip compartment), he put on his
favorite set of pyjamas, re-velcroed Flash around his wrist, and crawled
into bed. It was still early, but Jacey was tired from his busy day, and he
had a lot of thinking to do. He closed his eyes and lay still for several
minutes, but he didn't fall asleep. Flash could tell by monitoring Jacey's
breathing.

"Jace, are you still awake?" Flash began delicately.

"Yes," answered the boy.

"I... You know I'm not designed to interfere with your normal sexual
development," he began. Flash chose his words carefully, as thiswas new
emotional territory for him. He paused.

"I sense a 'but' coming," Jacey said. "Let me guess, you're worried about
me and Brad, after what happened today in... suspension," Jacey said. Flash
blushed heavily, his anime eyes increasing in size subtly as bits of
cross-hatching appeared under them to emphasize the pink that already
flushed across his face.  He blinked before continuing to speak.

"I have a pretty good idea what happened to you during your punishment
today. I spent the day in the Principal's desk drawer and I heard him
talking to some of the faculty. Some of the things they said... I don't
think they know I'm an Active," Flash said. Jacey laughed.

"And I'm sure you beeped and spoke up to let them know," he said. Flash
smiled innocently, a halo briefly fading into view above his head.

"I may have kept my display darkened to conserve battery power," he said.
"And I may have forgotten to keep the blue LED turned on... It's not my
fault if he just assumed I was off."

"The battery life on this Com is more than a month, Flash. You spied on
him," Jacey said. Flash shrugged, and Jacey rolled his eyes. "Uh huh," he
said. A moment passed between them.

"How was it," Flash asked. Jacey was about to answer that he didn't want to
talk about his day of punishment, but he realized he really did need
someone to talk to, and there wasn't anyone living or digital that he
trusted more than Flash.

"I don't know. It was gross, at first, I guess... I know it was medically
safe and stuff, or like they wouldn't be allowed to do it to us. The
school, I mean.  But... is it weird if I say that I got used to it really
quickly? I mean, I know it was meant as a punishment, but somehow being
tied up like that didn't feel so bad. I think... I think it would have been
kind of fun, if it wasn't a punishment... Does that make me a pervert?"
Jacey asked.

"No, Jacey. No man, absolutely not... Jacey, everyone likes different
things.  You're just building your sexual identity, that's all. It's
completely normal.  Jacey, since this afternoon, I've done a lot of
research on this subject.  You should do what feels right for you to do, as
long as it doesn't hurt anyone.  But that includes you, Jacey... Okay,"
Flash said. Silently, he added 'so please don't do anything to get yourself
hurt.'

"Okay," Jacey answered. Talking helped.

"Are you still going to see Brad tomorrow like you said?"

"I think so."

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, you know that..."

"I know."

***

The school doors slid open and Jacey walked in. Brad had sent a text-only
message before Jacey woke up, and Jacey had had butterflies in his stomach
all morning getting ready for school because of it. It was burned into his
mind.

BATHROOM 3F WEST NEAR LIB - 0745 DONT BE LATE - BRAD

Jacey knew why Brad had chosen that bathroom as a meeting place before
school.  It was the furthest from the caf, and no one would be using it at
this time of morning. He walked in at 0743, and sure enough, there was Brad
leaning casually against the wall. He wore a tight-fitting short-sleeve
black tightly knit sweater, with a blue horizontal stripe across the
chest. Jacey caught sight of Sierra, stuck on just below the pockets of
Brad's baggy blue jeans. The drawstrings at the bottoms of Brad's pant legs
were pulled tightly at the ankles to reveal new-looking sneakers and his
white retro-style sport socks, the kind that don't stop at the ankle but
actually go partway up the leg.

"You like my shoes, Jacey boy?" Brad prodded.

"Umm.. Yeah, they're cool, I guess," Jacey averted his gaze.

"'Kay.. Two things. Number one," Brad stepped forward and gripped Jacey's
shoulder tightly. With his other hand, he took Jacey's chin and pulled
Jacey's gaze back toward him. "Always look at me when I speak to you,
unless I order you not to. And second," he moved in close to Jacey's face,
"Everything you say to me ends in 'Sir,' and you don't ever talk to me
unless I talk to you first.  Got it?" Jacey swallowed nervously, caught in
Brad's grip. He didn't know why, but he wanted to make Brad happy... It was
all that mattered to him, and the way Brad was treating him turned him on.

"Yes, sir," he said softly. The words rolled from his lips on their own.
Jacey was completely intoxicated on the larger, more powerful boy looming
in front of him. Bradley smiled.

"Good. Now, you do what I tell you to do because you want to make me happy,
right? Answer me," he said.

"Yes. Yes sir," Jacey quickly added. He wanted to add 'more than anything,'
but he kept it to himself.

"Good. I'm glad we both understand the situation," Brad said. He let go of
Jacey's chin and shoulder and stepped back. He moved into the handicapped
stall at the end of room, and beckoned Jacey to follow. "I'm glad you like
my new shoes. I want you to kiss them for me. Go ahead," Brad ordered,
locking the door of the stall. After a brief pause, Jacey started to crouch
down in front of Brad. Brad stopped him. "No, not like that, I want you on
your knees to do it.  Now," he said. Jacey knelt down and kissed the front
of Brad's right sneaker.  After a moment, he moved over to the left one and
did the same thing. Then he moved back to the right shoe and started
kissing it softly all over. Brad lifted his left foot and used it to press
down on Jacey's head, pushing Jacey's face down against the front of his
right shoe. Brad laughed. After a second, Brad let off and stood normally
again, and Jacey continued kissing.

Jacey's dick was hard in his pants from the rough dehumanizing treatment he
was receiving from the boy he was in love with. It throbbed against his
underwear...  Jacey had worn a tight pair of light-blue lowrise cotton
briefs, what he considered to be his sexiest underwear. When Jacey moved
his kissing over to the left foot, he expected the same treatment as
before, but instead he heard a rustling and the sound of Brad pulling open
the four buttons of his fly.  Jacey looked up and saw that Brad had taken
out his erect penis. Brad looked down at Jacey. "Put it in your mouth," he
ordered. He said it like there was no doubt at all in his mind that Jacey
would do it. And there wasn't.

At fourteen, Jacey had never sucked a penis before in his life, but he was
committed. Still on his knees, he shuffled closer to Brad. With his hands
resting at his sides awkwardly, his eyes locked on the dick hanging right
in front of his face, he licked his lips and opened his mouth. He moved
forward and enclosed his lips around the head of Brad's penis, his tongue
washing the front of the head with saliva as Jacey registered the taste
he'd never experienced before, of having another boy's dick inside his
mouth. As Jacey explored the texture, rolling his tongue around the head
and over the foreskin, Brad's dick grew even harder.

"Yeah, you like that, huh. I knew you would, little cocksucker. Jacey
cocksucker. Take it," Brad said. He grabbed the back of Jacey's head,
gripping a handful of the kneeling boy's soft blond hair, and suddenly
pushed down as he thrust forward, pulling Jacey further onto his penis all
the way down the shaft.  Jacey's eyes went wide with surprise, as at first
he couldn't breathe. The cock filled his mouth, all the way to the back of
his throat. Jacey gagged, but Brad still held him. Jacey's nose was pressed
right into Brad's thick dark pubic hair, and all Jacey could smell was
Brad's scent. He couldn't get enough air. He gripped Brad's hips with his
hands and started to struggle, but Brad's grip was too strong. "Oh
yeah... This is where you belong," Brad said. Jacey gagged again, and Brad
laughed.

Suddenly he let go, and Jacey fell off his dick, gasping for air. Brad
started masturbating. As Jacey continued gasping for air, a hot tear rolled
down his cheek from gagging on Brad's dick. Brad looked back down at him
and started stroking faster. "Open up your mouth, slut. Keep it open, and
kneel there and look up at me," he said. Jacey thought Brad was going to
push back into his throat again, but instead he just kept stroking his cock
and staring into Jacey's eyes. Every so often Jacey would lick his lips
again, and Brad would moan or call him a name. Finally Brad slowed his
stroking and grabbed Jacey's head again. He moved forward and pushed just
the head of his dick between Jacey's lips, holding it steady with his other
hand.

"Don't swallow," Brad said as he spasmed and started to cum. Jacey
continued staring up at Brad, who had locked him in direct eye contact, as
the more powerful boy began spurting his thick warm salty cum into Jacey's
wet mouth.  Brad had Jacey's soft pink lips wrapped right around the head
of his cock, positioned perfectly so that all of his semen would cascade
over Jacey's tongue.  His cock twitched over and over, each time depositing
more thick cum into Jacey's waiting mouth. Drunk on the power trip, Brad
had a fantastic orgasm, and came almost twice as much as he normally
did. By the time it slowed and stopped, the taste was all Jacey could think
about. Brad pulled out, wiping his cock on Jacey's soft pink lips as he did
so. Jacey closed his mouth and looked up at Brad. With his mouth half full
of the viscous white fluid, Jacey's instincts were to either swallow it or
spit it out. He fought both impulses and held it in. His first thought was
how warm it was, and the texture. Some of it was liquidy, but part of it
had this thick stringy texture... like miso soup. It stuck to the back of
his mouth, to the roof. In his teeth. It felt slimy against his tongue. The
taste, so strong, so new... so bitter, so awful, but somehow not
unpleasant? So many sensations, all new to him.

"Sit on the toilet seat," Brad ordered. Jacey did so. Brad reached down and
opened the fly of Jacey's pants, and laughed at his choice of underwear.
There was a little wet stain on the fabric at the tip of Jacey's dick. Brad
roughly flicked Jacey's cock through the fabric, and ordered him to take it
out.  Jacey pulled his dick through the folds of the briefs and it stood up
straight.  "Now, jack yourself off, Jacey. You like the taste of my cum,
eh? More Brad juice," he said. Jacey obeyed him, and started stroking
vigourously. Brad laughed.

"Hah! Look at you, you live for it. You tasted your first cock today, now
you're sitting there jacking off to the the taste of my cream in your
mouth. Little Jacey, loves to slut it up. The dirty gets to you, I guess,
huh."

It didn't take long for Brad's words to start to work on Jacey... He was
going to cum soon, and Brad saw it on his face. Suddenly they heard someone
come in.  Jacey's eyes went wide, but Brad pointed at Jacey's cock and
mouthed the words 'keep going,' before putting a finger to his lips. Jacey
was worried about being discovered, but he obeyed Brad. The newcomer just
used the urinals on the other side of the room, washed his hands, and
left. If he saw two sets of feet in the stall, he gave no indication of it,
but Jacey didn't think he saw anything.  There was no reason for him to
have looked toward the stalls, anyway. Brad cracked a smile at him. "You
almost got caught, Jacey. Better be careful.  How are you handling the
taste?" Brad asked. Jacey was almost over the edge, and these words nearly
put him past the point of no return.

"When you cum I want you to catch it in your hands. All of it," Brad
ordered.  Jacey nodded, his mouth still shut tightly. He moved his other
hand in preparation for the inevitable. Suddenly he rolled his head back in
ecstacy.  Brad had been paying close attention, waiting for just this
moment. With the boy on the brink of orgasm, Brad reached forward and
covered Jacey's mouth with his hand as tightly as he could, simultaneously
squeezing Jacey's nose shut.  Surprised, suddenly unable to breathe, Jacey
involuntarily swallowed all of Brad's cum just as his own cock exploded
into his hands. It was all he could do to keep from spilling as he fought
to take in breath. Brad's cum now coated the back of his mouth, his throat,
and danced in his stomach. Brad let go of Jacey's face, and Jacey sucked in
air. It burned his throat, but he greedily took in several lungfulls. It
was one of the best orgasms of his life, but he had stopped cumming. He had
succeeded in catching it in his hands, and though they were covered in it,
nothing else was. He looked up at Brad, his face flushed, and smiled. He
smiled because he knew he had made Brad happy.

"Good job, slutface. Now be a good boy, lick off your hands for me," Brad
said.  Jacey raised his hands to his lips and began licking his own cum
into his mouth.  First he sipped up the little puddles in his palms,
swallowing his own sperm.  Then one by one he sucked his fingers like
popsicles, absorbing his own taste.  Finally his hands were clean, if a
little wet. The school's schedule tones for home room went off, which meant
they both had to get to class immediately.  Brad grabbed his bag and
unlocked the stall door.

"No using the sink to wash your hands before class. And Jacey, remember our
little 'date' tonight. I'll see you after school. Don't be late," Brad
ordered.  Then he left. He didn't even stay to make sure Jacey would obey
his order about the sink, but he didn't have to. Jacey ran to class. The
taste from that morning stayed with him well into second period.


To Be Continued

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