Date: Sun, 1 May 2022 16:27:28 +0200
From: JBPais <jafbereit@gmail.com>
Subject: Teacher and Slave Chapter 20

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Summary: After a day of constant pleasure by a remotly controlled plug
which went out during afternoon lessons, Jay has just reached the locker
room shower where John is waiting, angry that the remote control app didn't
work the entire afternoon...

On a personal note, I'm relatively slow writing right now due to stress at
work and privately. So chapters will be more scarce but I'll try to keep
them at least once a month.

Chapter 20

"Please John... Please Sir..." I tried to start to reason but before I was
able to continue John interrupted me, obviously annoyed:

"Get ... DOWN! ON ... YOUR ... KNEES!"

He took a step forward. I crouched and took half a step backwards, afraid
of his wrath, turned on by the vibrating plug at the same time, no longer
thinking clearly my sub side finally kicked in and I dropped down and bowed
my head.

"Damn it. Crawl over there in the corner!", he told me, almost towering
over me. I immediately obliged crawling on my fours. When I reached the far
corner, I turned around and looked up to John who had followed me.

"Show me you phone!"

I handed it over and he looked at the screen.

"Well, you might not be lying. The battery is still quite low. But how the
fuck did you let this happen. I told you that you need to be available all
the time!", he was calmer now but he his voice was like a parent scolding a
child.

"I'm sorry, Sir! I hadn't noticed it earlier and there was no time for me
during lunch break to check it at all. It won't happen again."

"I bet it won't but you need to learn to be more careful! Strip!"

As I reached for my shirt, I noticed that there was still low voices of
chatting to be heard from the lockerroom. I hesitated but when I looked up
to John, I felt that he wouldn't allow any discussion about his order. So,
I continued, gave him the shirt, then the shorts and the jock, while I left
the socks and shoes on, which he directed me to do.

"Open your mouth!"

As I did he pushed the jock in my mouth, then he pulled his black shorts
down to reveal a black jock, which he also pulled down. His cock was not
entirely soft anymore, as he was getting off on dominating me.

"Punishment has to be!"

And with that he let out a stream of piss on my face, towards my mouth and
started to soak the jock. He was careful not to aim at my hair, but all the
other parts of my body were slowly getting wet. I winced disgusted, but
there was no chance to avoid it and I feared the consequences if I angered
him more today. Slowly, the fabric of the jock started to be soaked full of
piss, but his stream was quite clear and not as bitter and weird as I
feared it would be. At the same time, the vibrating plug almost drove me
mad hitting me at all the right places

As the stream got slower and he had emptied his bladder over my face and
body. He looked down on me:

"That was the first part of your punishment. Now, get into those clothes,
and we can start training."

I looked at him, hoping to get the chance to clean at least some of his
piss off me, but as I started to speak after I had removed the soaking wet
jock from my mouth, he signalled me to hurry and said:

"Come on, you don't want to get surprised by the kids getting ready for
their team? And don't worry, you'll sweat so no one will think it's weird
that you're wet."

I stood up and as I slipped my jock over I felt and saw my cock pulsating
the cage, wet, be it from his piss or still leaking I couldn't tell. The
cold, wet fabric felt weird and helped to calm my dick a little bit. He
gave me my shorts and shirt, which clung to my wet body, and I knew one
would see stains as we started to walk towards the rear exit.

"John, Sir, could you please stop the plug. I might not be able to run with
you, when we get going. I barely can walk right now." I pleaded with John,
as he was silent walking one step in front of me. It was true of
course. The constant intense hammering of the plug, prevented me from
walking (and thinking) straight. John stopped in his tracks and I almost
ran into him, but managed to stop as well.

"It's not your place to make any demands, bitch. You've done enough already
today. But I guess if this training would make any sense for me, I should
turn it down a bit."

He didn't turn around for his comments, barely acknowledging me. As he
started to walk again, he reached into his pocket, took his phone out and
at least halved the vibration-intensity. I breathed a sigh of relief, as I
finally was able to walk and not feel like every step excited my prostate.

"Thank you!"

"Remember that I did this for you! You will be repaying me for this. Now
listen: As we get out, we start to run towards the woods, where the lake
is, there we will do some exercises and then run back. I believe its five
kilometres one way, so this should be a good start. If you beat me running,
I might have a little present for you!"

With that John opened the door to the courtyard and immediately started to
jog. Of course, I knew the way as this had been one of my tracks before and
I ran behind him at first, wondering what kind of present he meant. Maybe
he would release me from under his thumb. So I started to fasten my pace,
eager to find out, but as I was beside him, he got quicker as well. It was
a run head to head, as we were both fit. But I was so horny and distracted
from the plug that I couldn't gather all my strength. I was sweating
heavily and my sweat mixed with the piss on my clothes. They clang even
closer to my body and restricted my movement a bit. Just as the border of
the woods came closer, John got even faster and now ran and I couldn't
follow.

When I reached it, half a minute or so after him, he was leaning on a tree,
and you had to look carefully to see that he was a bit out of breath. I was
breathing heavily and had to rest my hands on my knees. The last few meters
where I had tried to keep up with him, had really exhausted me.

"I thought this was training for me, fag. But I guess you need to get in
shape first, to keep up with me. Come on, let's do some stretching and
maybe some exercises for better strength. But wait... you lost... I think
the looser should strip and do it naked!"

I looked up to him, then looked around. We were in the open. Even though
there were some bushes on the other side of the forest, and the forest
itself blocked the view a little, we were on a public path which was used
by some people.

"Here?" I asked him anxiously. "Please at least let us hide from sight or
anyone coming by, by chance."

"Ok, we will do the exercises out of sight, but you're going to strip
here. Just take your phone with you, and your shoes and socks. NOW!"

The sound of voice made it clear, that he was in no mood to discuss this. I
looked around and thankfully no one was to be seen, and I quickly
stripped. He held his hand out for my clothes and I gave them to him only
keeping my phone with me. Then he walked into the bushes, maybe 50 meters
off the track. They were not really tall, they went up a little above my
navel some reaching my breast. On his way John had dropped my clothes under
a bush as he walked further and I knew that I would have no chance to hide
me if someone came along.

But the fresh breeze was actually quite nice. No longer being confined by
the clanging wet fabric, while we did the exercises, stretching, then some
push-ups. Only when we did some sit-ups I noticed the gravel pushing into
my skin, so I took longer than John to finish my set. His shadow fell on
me, as I did the last one and as I looked up he stood directly in front of
me.

"Get on your knees and cross your arms behind your back!", he ordered me
and I did as I was told. I was kneeling naked close to John's crotch,
looking at his bulge, which clearly showed the outline of his dick on his
shorts. I didn't dare to look up, wondering what John had in store for me
now. Being constantly stimulated by the plug had me in constant horniness
and I longed to see his dick and be allowed to suck it, even if he
face-fucked me with it. Deep inside of me I didn't care much about being
blackmailed by him at this moment anymore, I just wanted to please him as
my Master, as my Dom.

Just as I started to open my mouth to ask him to let me blow him, he said:

"Open your mouth. I think you need more hydration! And don't even think
about touching my dick with your mouth. You don't deserve it, after the
stunt you pulled. And you better swallow it all! Maybe then, this might be
the last part of your punishment!"

I dreaded what I expected to be another shower of piss, but on the other
hand I wanted to please him and get back on his good side. I opened my
mouth and closed my eyes, just as he reached into his shorts and pulled his
dick and balls out.

"Open your eyes, faggot and see how pathetic you are, getting pissed on by
an alpha like me!"

He moaned as he finished the sentence, and just as I opened my eyes another
stream of piss started to run. He had pulled his foreskin back so it was
one direct clear stream which he was aiming at my mouth. It was the first
time he directly fed me his piss. The stream was strong but relatively
clear and salty but not as bitter as I feared, I even tried to swallow to
prevent it overflowing, but his bladder was quite full, and some of his
golden stream ran over my lips and along my chin. Slowly the stream
subsided and I managed to swallow the rest. He pushed the last few drops
out, then took half a step forward and smeared his wet tip on my forehead
to clean off the last residue. Just as he did that, we heard someone
clearing his throat:

"Hmm... What do we have here?"

I wanted to jump and run, and I saw John wincing a little. But he quickly
caught himself and turned to the person, who was standing behind him. While
he had blocked the view when he was directly in front of me as he turned he
left me completely exposed. I saw a middle aged man, with a moustache and
brown hair. He already had a receding hairline and I guessed he was about
45 years old. He was wearing a loose shirt and jeans, and had glasses
on. He looked quite average as far as I could tell. His face was friendly
and not disgusted, what I had feared, and his right hand was slowly rubbing
his crotch. John seemed to have noticed it too, as his confidence was back,
when he answered:

"This guy here asked me to feed him my piss, when I came by. He was
kneeling here, with his dick locked. He seemed so eager to drink it that I
thought only shortly and then pulled out. He swallowed it all."

I turned bright red as he said that and looked down. What could I say? What
could I do? Naked on my knees his piss still wet on my chin? I decided to
stay silent and hope that the embarrassment and humiliation would end soon,
but I also felt my dick starting to pulsate again, after it had gone almost
soft by the surprise visitor.

"I've seen that he gulped it down almost completely and to be honest it
looked really hot, seeing a locked boy serving a real man. And to think
that I almost had to relief myself in the bushes, when I could have an
eager mouth to swallow it. It's good that I wandered off the path here and
found you. You don't mind if I feed him more, do you?"

"No. Don't let me stop you. I think he really wants to get fed as much piss
as possible. He begged me for mine. Isn't that right, bitch?"

I was still looking down, in shock and surprised by this turn of events
that I almost didn't realize that John had asked me. As the silence
lingered a little I looked up and saw John's demanding face, realized his
question and what he wanted me to say even though I was disgusted by the
thought.

"Yes ... Please feed me your piss!", I said in a weak voice. I gulped and
looked at the newcomer, who had just started to slowly move towards me. His
crotch now showed his excitement, and the shaft of his dick pushed against
the fabric of his jeans. When he was standing directly in front of me, he
grabbed my hair and pushed my head back so I had to look up to him. He spit
in my face than in my mouth.

"As you ask me so nicely, you should open my fly and free my beast from its
cage."

Almost automatically my hands reached forward, opened his jeans. He was
wearing boxershorts, the buttons already open. As the pressure from jeans
had subsided a pretty average hard dick pushed through the open slit. He
was cut and had a big mushroom head. As I did that I heard John say:

"Have fun with him. I'm getting back!"

Just as the guy pushed my lips on his dick I heard John's footsteps
leaving. I looked up and he looked down on me, his face showed that he was
horny and happy that he found a willing – well more or less –
mouth. He came even closer and pushed my legs apart until one of his feet
was standing in between mine

"What do you want first? Piss or cum? Well you can't even answer: so piss
it is."

And with a loud moan I felt the underside of his dick starting to swell and
he started to empty his bladder directly into my throat. He held my head
firmly in place, so I couldn't move away, but as he had pushed his dick
almost completely inside of me, I tasted only a few drops. But as he pissed
his dick started to soften and get smaller and after a few seconds all his
bitter piss reached my taste buds and I almost gagged from the taste. But
as I started to struggle he pushed his foot on my balls and started to
rhythmically slap it. There was not much pain but the constant pressure
kept me from concentrating too much on the piss.

"That's what you need, boy!"

After a while, what seemed like ages to me but was probably not more than a
minute, the stream started slow down, and after the last few drops had
dried down, I heard another moan from the guy and he said:

"It's always good when your dick stays warm, when you've got to piss. Now
go ahead and lick me clean and blow me, so you get another treat. You're
into that, aren't you?"

He still held my head firmly so I knew I wouldn't have a chance to escape
even though I was totally disgusted by what just had happened and the
bitter residue on my tongue almost made me want to puke. When I didn't
start right away he slapped my balls a little harder, so I started to run
my tongue along his glans. It was still bitter but after I had cleaned the
last residue I could finally enjoy his dick, which was slowly growing
again. First I just ran my tongue along his glans and piss slit, then I
started to rhythmically move my head along his shaft.

After a while he took command and started to move my head and thrust it on
his dick. Thankfully it was not that long or thick, so I could handle him
quite easily, but with the tapping on my balls it got a little bit
uncomfortable. He didn't last long, thankfully, so after a few minutes his
breathing got faster and faster and I felt his dick getting even harder
before he blew his load into my mouth and throat. He held my head in place
until he had caught his breath and his dick had gotten softer. Meanwhile I
cleaned all the cum I could get from his dick, not only because I wanted to
get rid of the taste of piss in my mouth but also because I really enjoyed
tasting cum.

After a few moments he pushed me off his dick backwards that I almost fell,
and while I struggled to keep my balance he pushed his dick back in, closed
his fly. Then he said "Thank you!" and turned around and left me without
saying another word.

The vibrating plug was still hitting my prostate as I sank on all fours,
breathing heavily, as I just realized that John had sold me out after we
had been surprised by that stranger. But even worse I had played my part
and offered no resistance. And I kind of liked it, getting exposed that
way, getting used that way. I still hated getting pissed on, but somehow,
someway I slowly got an understanding why John thought it had been
necessary. I breathed heavily looking down and thinking. Then suddenly a
spark hit my insides as I received a message, which brought me back into
the present.

I looked around for my phone, still on my knees, found it not far away and
crawled there, still not realizing that I could get up easily. I reached
for my phone and looked at the message from John:

"Hey bitch. I hoped you served that guy well and enjoyed his golden shower
as well. We'll meet back at the shower. You should hurry that we don't get
disturbed by the team which just has training. Oh, and have fun finding
your clothes. They are on the way ... somewhere on the path!"

"Shit!", escaped my mouth. I just realized again that I was naked but for
my shoes and felt the fresh breeze on my skin. Hopefully he hadn't taken my
clothes too far. I got up then crunched down, so I wouldn't be too far up
above the line of the bushes, and easily recognized. But I would have to
jog along the path we had come or there was a chance I would not find my
clothes again. I ran back the way to the path we had come, and indeed my
clothes were not where John had left them.

At least the path was not at all crowded and I knew people only rarely
frequented it as it only led to the school. I quickly ran half crouched
down and I looked right and left if I could see them. After almost half the
way back to school was done, the bushes receded and both right and left
there was only a plain field leaving me completely exposed. After 500 m or
so I reached a big tree and there my jocks were hanging down a branch,
higher than I could reach standing. I jumped up a little and in the first
try I reached it, while my cage flopped up and down and against my stomach
and thighs. I quickly put them on. I, immediately, felt better and safer
but still quite exposed. But all the time I felt my dick pulsating.

I jogged further as right now I could laugh this off as a joke. Maybe 500m
further my shirt was lying underneath a single bush. It was only one more
kilometre till I would reach the school and I wondered where he had put the
shorts as there was only a plain field without any bushes or trees if I
remembered correctly. I was sweating as I ran along the way as now the
chances increased that someone from school would see me. Even though there
was a chance that one would not recognize that I was missing my running
shorts at least at a glance, this would not help if someone looked closer.

When I could already see the fence and gate of the school I spotted
something white on the right hand side maybe 50m away from the path. I
quickly ran there and breathed a sigh of relief as I recognized my
shorts. I put them on, took a few more deep breaths then ran to the shower
to meet with John. As I entered the locker he was leaning against the wall
at the passage to the shower. He was only wearing his black jockstrap. His
hair was a little bit sweaty and stuck to his forehead. But he clearly had
recovered from our run. He was grinning at me as I entered panting.

"You finally did it, hope you served that guy good. And from your visible
bulge I can see you still enjoy running around naked. I wouldn't have
expected anything else from such an eager faggot. Now strip and crawl here,
there is one last thing you need to do!"

He was talking quite loud and I hoped that no one else was in the room. I
gulped but stripped quickly putting the clothes on a bench in the far
corner of the room and got on my fours and crawled over to him. As I
reached him he patted my head.

"I think you behaved quite well this afternoon. I'd say you fixed your
mistake, don't you think?"

I breathed a breath of relief that he wouldn't punish me any further,
looked up and said:

"Thank you. What else can I do for you?"

He laughed and muttered "Such an eager faggot!" before he told me:

"Come on, you need to clean me and then we need to take care of that plug
of yours."

With that he reached behind him, grabbed his phone and finally turned the
plug off. Again I moaned and my dick was twitching in its cage and I wanted
to clean him and feel his body again.

As he turned he stripped out of his jock, looked at it then pushed it into
my face. And I was overwhelmed by the rich aroma of sweat and piss which I
deeply inhaled as he surprised me as I was just breathing in.

"That's how a real man smells. I think you'll like it!"

As he pulled it away again and put it down on a bench which also had his
clothes I let out a groan, because I really had enjoyed smelling him. He
laughed as I crawled next to him to the shower. His dick was swinging, half
hard as he was guiding me to the furthest shower where his shower gel was
already standing. He pointed me to get between the wall and him and as he
turned the shower on a stream of cold water hit me and I shuddered. He
laughed but the water quickly got warm and he stepped under it pushing me
further back to the wall. My head was on the height of his crotch and I
looked directly at his dick, balls and pubic hair which quickly got wet. I
saw the water running along his chest, along the hills and valleys of his
shredded abs.

I licked my lips then just bowed my head forward and kissed them before I
ran my tongue downward through the soft hair and along the shaft of his
dick. Just as I wanted to take the tip of his dick in my mouth, which I had
longed for since I saw his chiselled body leaning against the wall, he
grabbed my head and pushed it against the wall softly.

"You'll get your bone! But first take my shower gel and wash me, then you
might have earned blowing me."

With that he pointed to a bottle already situated at the floor close
by. Quickly and eagerly I did as I was told starting from his feet, which
he put on my knee as I cleaned each toe thoroughly. I ran my soapy fingers
up his legs, ran my hands along his balls and dick, before I reached
through and freed his ass crack from sweat, even massaging his rosebud a
little. To my surprise he moaned a little. But I was so eager to feel his
dick inside of me again I that I quickly continued along his abs and
breast, his armpits and arms. I had to get up to reach for his shoulders
and as I did that I felt his dick brushing along my chest and stomach, as
he had gotten hard completely. But I only barely registered that as I was
completely lost in my will to serve him. As I looked at his face he clearly
was enjoying getting washed by me and as I started to massage shampoo into
his hair and clean them as well he moaned with his eyes closed. He started
to move his hips a little and he poked and slightly slapped my caged,
pulsating dick with his full mast. As I was done I turned the shower back
on and let it wash away. I ran my hands all across his body as the water
engulfed us both and I slowly guided myself down on my knees again. I
looked up and saw him running his fingers through his hair, getting rid of
the last remaining shampoo, before he opened his eyes, looked down on me
and said:

"Get it, boy!"

He didn't have to ask twice. I opened my mouth and guided his wet dick in
it. I let my tongue play a little with his foreskin, before I started to
move my lips up and down his shaft. He let me play a little before he
pushed himself forward and pushed me against the wall. Then he started to
slowly but rhythmically fuck my mouth and throat. Warm water was running
along our bodies which made it difficult for me to breath, but I just
closed my eyes and focussed on his rhythm and my breathing. I reached for
his cheeks and started to slowly knead them. I felt the firm muscles
contract each time he pushed in. It felt so good serving him, offering my
mouth for his pleasure.

John was moaning a little, but he did not speed up. He fucked my mouth
slowly and steadily, almost tenderly. I was so completely engulfed by him
and his dick that everything else stopped being important. After a while he
pulled out and I let out a groan and moved my head forward to taste his
dick again. When I couldn't reach it I opened my eyes and saw that he had
stepped back a little, his dick his entire body reflecting the light
emitted by the cold light, almost as if he was completely surrounded by an
aura of light.

"Turn around, your ass up and spread your pussy!", he told me in a
surprisingly tender voice. I guess he had felt, that he didn't need to push
anymore. And he was right. I might have offered some resistance at least in
my thoughts when he had pushed hard, but this way he made me want to follow
through and do as he wished. So, I turned around on all fours put my head
on the floor and spread my ass-cheeks. I heard him moving as he positioned
himself behind me. He ran his finger tips along my spine before he said:

"Come on, push it out! I've got something better to fill you!"

I started pushing. I felt my ass expanding again slowly which felt so
good. And at first only slowly I felt the plug pushing out. I hummed a
little as it had a big diameter but after I had pushed the biggest one
through my hole the rest came out with ease. It jumped out and suddenly I
felt empty.

"What a big open hole. Used as it should! And already leaking all the
juices I've put in you!"

I moaned and even wiggled my ass a little then suddenly in one hard push
John impaled me with his dick. It almost didn't hurt but I exhaled fast and
with a small yelp out of surprise. He pushed my hands of my cheeks then
reached forward and lay his hands on my shoulders. This time John didn't
hold back. He immediately started to rail me hard with long strokes almost
pulling out completely. Then he reached for my hair and pulled me on with
them. His other hand went over my throat as he fucked me like a bull. Then
he pressed my throat shut so I could only barely breath.

I closed my eyes focussing on my breathing and the sound of his breath, the
sound of his hips slamming against my cheeks. Suddenly, the shower started
again making it even harder for me to breathe and I was getting
lightheaded. I sputtered a little but John only tightened his grip. I felt
his chest moving faster and I heard his breathing getting a little
irregular and I knew he was getting close.

Just as I thought I would black out from the pressure he let out a loud
moan and shot his load inside of me. This time he didn't stop but pumped
through his orgasm until every last bit of his spunk was shot. He still
hadn't relented much from my throat but enough so I wouldn't black out.

"That's how I like my bitches, obedient eager and submissive!", he
whispered into my ears when he had caught his breath and I felt a little
bit proud being getting praised like this. Then and only then he let go of
my hair and throat and I had to quickly use my hands to support myself on
the wall and floor to not completely fall forward while I was breathing
heavily, exhausted from his hard fuck, my lungs burning from the lack of
oxygen.

"Get your hands back on those cheeks, faggot!", he told me no longer in a
kind voice but demanding.

Slowly I rested my head on the floor again then reached back pulled them
apart as he was slowly pulling out until I was empty again. After a weekend
full of sex an entire day wearing the plug, it felt really weird to having
nothing inside. I heard him stand up and his steps moving away before came
back.

"Such a nice open hole, filled to the brink with my and my brother's
babymakers. Such a dirty little teacher – hah – not teacher – fag!
Come on reach in your hole and get some of the juice!"

I couldn't believe my ears but did as I was told. When my right hand
reached my rosebud I felt it swollen, gaping open and without any
resistance I could push 4 fingers in. I felt the slick insides and the
gobbles of cum and took my fingers out again.

"Now, turn around on your knees and look to me but have your knees apart!"

As I raised my upper body I looked at my hand which was coated by white
juice with a few sprinkled darker bits. I also felt my ass trying to
contract but without luck. Then as I turned around I felt more cum starting
to run out of my hole, along my perineum and balls along the ring holding
my cage. When I looked at John he was holding his phone apparently shooting
a video.

"Come on, clean your hand and taste me and my brother!"

I looked at my hand, then back at John and slowly put my fingers in my
mouth. The taste was intense, different from normal cum and from it my
submissive brain took over and I started to eagerly lick it clean. John
laughed.

"Such a good boy, so eager to please and so needy that he leaks when he is
used from both sides. Get down and lick it clean!"

Only as I looked down I realised that my dick was straining, hurting
against the cage and leaking profoundly. Beneath me a puddle had formed
where my pre-cum as well as Johns and Peter's cum had mixed. Without
thinking I bowed down again and started licking.

"I'm going to leave now. I've got some things to finish. Take the plug with
you, you're going to need it soon again! I would hurry cleaning up here, if
I were you, I don't think the team will be training much longer!"

With that he turned around and I heard his steps leaving the shower. I was
completely focussed on cleaning the floor that I didn't really realize what
he had said. But shortly after was interrupted by the bell ringing which
brought me back.

"Shit!" escaped my mouth as I realized my situation. In a few seconds the
lockerroom would be brimming with students eager to get a shower. I looked
around and saw that there was no towel only the plug was lying in front of
me, coated in ass juice and cum. I realized that I had no bag with me to
hide it and my shorts had no pockets to hide it. So without much ado I took
it and pushed it back in giving me a nice sensation than hurried to my
clothes through the entire locker room. Just as I reached them the door
opened and I barely managed to put my jock on when at least ten kids ran in
joking, teasing each other but also sweaty. Thankfully they didn't notice
me right away so I managed to put the shorts on as well before the first
student saw and greeted me. Still wet I put my shirt on which stuck to my
chest and went a little translucent.

"Mr B did you forget your towel this time? You know you need both: clothes
and towel!" one student said and laughed.

"Haha, very funny smartass! Now go ahead and get your shower you stink!", I
replied, winking, which made all the kids laugh, and they started to
strip. They were all between 10 and 12 and only one or two in puberty. For
a short while I stared before I realized my position, turned around and
went for my room.

---------------End Chapter 20------------------------

I hope you liked this part. Any more suggestion are always welcome.

And please if you have sex please use condoms and/or PREP to avoid getting
STD's. This story is fantasy so there are no repercussions for barebacking.

Thanks to my "pervy new editor", who helped proofread this chapter ;). If
you have any suggestions, please let me know!