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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