Jacey's In-Use by Aadrin Blue
Part 2
The room was dimly lit, and the Principal lead Jacey toward the middle of the end wall, which had three sets strange elaborate settings and fixtures. Rings, straps, tubes, and such. The Principal flicked a switch on the school-brick wall, and suddenly it became transparent. Jacey could now see through the transparent bricks into the room on the other side of the wall, and his heart began beating much faster as his stomach dropped. His worst fears about this day had been realized.
The room on the other side of the wall was one of the boys' restrooms. Jacey was about to be forced to serve as a boys' urinal for hours. Now he sobbed.
Jacey was ordered to strip naked.
Flash didn't say anything as Jacey removed his Com and placed it in the basket the Principal offered him. Flash couldn't think of anything to say, and probably wouldn't have been able to speak anyway without triggering his sympathetic emotional response cues.. the last thing Jacey needed was to see Flash crying too. Instead, he just faded out of view as he put the Com into power save mode.
Jacey pulled his baby-blue ringer t-shirt over his head and it landed in the basket, inside out. So like a careless young teen. He crossed his arms nervously over his chest, revealing his thin tummy and pierced navel. Most kids got their navel pierced out of curiosity once they turned 13, but few kept it for more than a month or two; Jacey on the other hand had liked it and decided to keep his indefinately. He paused to brush his flippy light hair out of his face again before pulling off his shoes. Holding his breath, he undid the retro button fly on his jeans and pulled them off too, followed by his socks. He was still sobbing quietly as he resigned himself and, wrapping his thumbs under the waistband of his red briefs, pulled them down and stepped out of them, humiliated and defeated.
"Let's get this over with, sit here," the Principal directed him onto a bench in the middle of the room. Jacey sat. The Principal fitted him with the collar, wrist, knee, and ankle restraints which would later keep him in position for his involuntary service. The Principal opened up some kind of packet and then turned toward Jacey.
"Lie down on the bench on your back, bend your knees and spread your legs now, young man," he ordered. Jacey complied, then saw the object in the principal's gloved hands. "This is an anal plug. It's a small size, but you'll still want to brace yourself," the Principal said. Jacey was afraid of having that thing pushed inside him, and he asked why he had to use it. The principal answered him. "You're going to be here all day. We don't want you defecating all over the floor," he said. Jacey sniffled.
"But I don't have to go," he whimpered. He really didn't want the plug.
"Well that's good, but now it will also serve as a constant reminder how you didn't get a choice in the matter. Spread your cheeks, young man," he reached down between the boy's thighs and buttocks, and placed the lubricated tip of the plug against the boy's soft pink butthole. Jacey's muscles resisted, but the principal pressed firmly and it slid inside slowly. Jacey cried as the widest part of the plug stretched his virginal ring. He gasped as it popped in. Despite the drama, it wasn't a very large plug, and there was the concern that Jacey might push it out. So the Principal had Jacey lift himself off the bench a little as he pulled up a plastic waist harness, which was nothing more than a belt with two crotch straps which ran from the front of the belt, around his penis and balls, before joining together in the back like a g-string. Once it was on Jacey's waist tightly enough, the principal placed the rear strap into the specially-designed groove in the base of the buttplug and then shut the base.
With the crotch strap of the tight-fitting waist belt now threaded through the base of the plug, Jacey would never be able to force it out, no matter how much he squirmed. And he squirmed presently. The Principal watched him begin his futile fidgeting.
"It's uncomfortable," said the Principal. It was not meant as a question.
"Yes sir," sobbed the boy. He had never been more humiliated in his life, but thanks to the plug in his anus, his boy cock was now hard and pointing forward and up at a 45 degree angle. He stood up and placed his hands at his sides at the Principal's direction, and didn't even bother to resist when the Principal slid the adult diaper up his legs, taping it tightly around his waist. It pressed the boy's cock into his abdomen. Fresh tears still ran down the boy's cheeks, He closed his eyes. "Oh my god..." he whimpered.
"Stop complaining. You won't be able to speak anyway," he said. He led the boy forward to the middle of the three 'positions' in the little punishment room hidden behind the boys' restroom. First, Jacey had to kneel down. His knees were locked into the sides of the little alcove he was in on chains which were only a few inches long, so he couldn't pull his knees all the way closed. His ankles were locked even further apart. There was a bicycle-style seat raised off the ground under his butt, but he didn't want to sit in it because he was afraid of the plug he was trying not to think about. The Principal saw, and adjusted the bicycle seat so it was closer to Jacey's butt. He could still lean forward and away from it, but it put pressure on his knees to do so. He tried lowering himself down onto it slowly, and it did indeed put extra pressure on the knobby rubber intruder he had forced inside him. It hurt. His face was mere inches from the wall, through which he could still see the boys washroom. There was a urinal (also transparent, at least from his perspective) affixed to the other side of the wall directly in front of him.
The Principal locked Jacey's wrist restraints to the same chains that linked his knees to either side of his brick stall. Pulling on them would only pull his knees further apart; he was required to keep his arms at his sides. Now would come the worst part, he knew, gazing in horror at the tube in front of him, which he could clearly see ran directly from the drain in the urinal. Just then, Jacey heard a loud flushing sound. Water cascaded into the urinals on the left and right of him, flushing them clean, and rushing down the hoses and directly into the drains in the stalls on either side of him. He was terrified, thinking he'd surely drown if that happened once he was... connected... but then he noticed that the urinal he knelt behind, splayed in serving position, was still bone dry.
"I turned off the timed flusher on this one, obviously," said the Principal. "Otherwise it would go off every twenty minutes with the rest of them. Open your mouth," ordered the Principal. Jacey gulped but complied, frightened. On the end of the tube was the mouthpiece. The urine tube connected directly to the elongated rubber shaft, maybe 3 inches long, thick at its base and with a slight bulb at its end, where Jacey saw a straw-sized hole. The device looked institutional, but Jacey couldn't help but think it looked a little bit phallic. His own cock stirred inside the tight confines of the disposable diaper he wore. The rubber thing went into Jacey's mouth, and rolled over his tongue. It was designed to fit perfectly inside a teenaged mouth, the bulb rested on Jacey's tongue. He couldn't move the tip of his tongue far enough back to probe the hole in the bulb, but he knew it was there. The base of the thing was thick and ball shaped, it forced his jaw to remain open and made a pretty good seal on his lips. Once the three-inch rubber mouth bit was inserted, the Principal wrapped the leather straps from its base around the back of Jacey's head and buckled them. There was no way he could spit it out. He realized this, shaking his head suddenly from side to side in a pannicky attempt to eject the unwanted thing. Only muffled cries escaped his lips.
"We can't have you moving around like that," said the principal. With that, he forced the boy to lean forward even further, and locked a short chain from the wall to the ring on the boy's collar. Now he couldn't jostle the tube too much. His mobility was quite limited, he found he couldn't shift any single part of his body very far, and his ass throbbed against the plug that had forced its way in. Small or not, he was not used to it, and he found it indescribably uncomfortable. The need to eject it supplanted nearly every other sensation in his mind, even the humiliation of the rubber phallus lodged in his mouth, through which his humiliation would soon become complete.
"I shall leave you to your lesson in discipline now. Think about how preferable freedom is, boy, as you enjoy your day with none. It shouldn't be long before you get to enjoy your first customer," the Principal said. And with that, he left. Jacey couldn't even turn around to watch the door close, but he heard the lock click shut. The lights in the punishment room dimmed. Jacey's ass throbbed around the uncomfortable plug. He tried desperately to force it out of him, but it remained, his hole stretched around its thickness. It felt like burning. The leaning position into which he'd been fixed beyond his control was incredibly painful to maintain. After what seemed like hours, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes, his knees began to cramp and he lost the battle to lean forward. He collapsed back onto the bicycle chair, of course increasing the pressure on the plug through the diaper. With nothing else to do, Jacey began sobbing anew.
It was then that he heard the door to the boys bathroom open up, and footsteps enter.
To Be Continued
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