Sex Ed

In a not-so distant future, in a place not-so far away, the privileged students of Saint Emidio's Academy for Boys are sitting down to their last class of the semester.

Pristine white shirts pull taut against healthy, tanned skin as the young men slouch in their seats. Husky, youthful voices murmur back and forth. Shoes, the best leather money can buy, tap idly against darkly lacquered desk legs. Handsome, bored faces gaze toward the tall arcade windows and the classroom is filled with clean, early Summer's sunshine as Professor Roberts bustles at his desk with a large cardboard box.

"Man, when is this shit gonna be oveeer.." Jeremy, all firey brown waves and thick eyebrows, stretches his meaty arms across the desk and groans.

"I know." Malcolm scrunches his freckled nose as he scribbles a big, hairy cartoon penis squirting onto a pair of over-inflated breasts. "We know where to put our dicks already. I wanna go to the beach and get my Summer started." He shifts impatiently, scratching his sweaty balls through his shorts.

"All right, now." Professor Roberts claps his hands together and takes a deep breath as whispers cease and heads turn to face him. "We've reached the end of this course and I'm sure all of you fine young gentlemen are eager for that bell to ring so you can enjoy your Summer vacations, hmm? ..Well, I'll only ask for one more hour's worth of your attention before letting you run along to your respective holiday houses in Hawaii and beaches in Cancun.

"We've thus far covered all the basics of sexual health, hygiene and anatomy. This afternoon, I'd like us to go through a little interactive presentation on the aesthetics and physical workings of a fully grown, sexually active male."

Roberts trails down the centre of the room, between desks, dispensing small plastic containers from the box tucked under his arm. The containers, one per desk, are roughly the length and width of your hand. They're clear, with tiny holes punched into their lids. "We're going to be looking at different methods of prostate stimulation, the sensitivity of the human penis, and features of the male orgasm."

By now, some of the students in the room are breathless, staring down at their 'specimens' with wide, excited eyes. Ray Morris, nicknamed 'the Incredible Hulk' by his football team because of his rock-solid frame, is hunched over his desk like a slack-jawed baboon. "No fuckin' way.." He taps his container with thick, clumsy fingers, rousing what's inside.

"Yeah, whatever. We had these at my old school, for biology." Another student leans back in his chair unimpressed, barely glancing at his container.

Professor Roberts reaches the back of the class and dumps his last two containers on Jeremy and Malcolm's desks. "..And, boys, although I have a handful of spare specimens at the front of the room, please don't be too careless with yours - We want them to last atleast until the end of class."

Now standing in front of his desk with a container of his own in hand, Roberts adjusts his glasses and scratches his bristly, square jaw.

On every desk, between a pair of ready teenage hands, lies a fully grown man, inches tall and wearing nothing but a look of sheer anxiety, contained in a plastic box.

Some of the giant prep school boys are looking at their specimens with fascination, some are sneering smugly at the unfortunate little men, some are merely staring at the clock, waiting for another boring class to end.. But every single tiny man in the room is staring up at the god-like teen looming over him with the same look of fear, humiliation and awe.

"All right, gentlemen. You may remove your lids and take out your specimens."

* * *

The boy has a strong jaw and thick fingers with short-clipped nails. He's studying you long and hard with those deep, sensible brown eyes, making you feel every inch of your nakedness as you lie there under his penetrating gaze. With all his staring, he's barely glanced at your eyes, and it's unnerving.

In fact, not once has some-one recognised you as a human ever since the minute that judge banged his gavel and sentenced you to life in this twisted new 'community service' program.

Suddenly, massive palms block your view of the handsome giant's face as he pulls back the container's lid, and your little plastic prison is all at once filled with noises and smells from outside.

You can smell crisp paper, men's deodorant, and traces of food on his warm breath as it wafts over you.. You can hear male voices whispering, plastic clattering, a dozen miniscule whimpers that probably only your ears can pick up, and one authoritive man's voice.

"These specimens were all twenty-five- to forty-year-old men at their time of their reduction, all in top physical condition. If you take out yours now, you'll see that.." Five huge fingers dive into the box and coil around you like anacondas, restricting you, yanking you into the air so fast that you can't breathe for the wind against your face. You're shrouded in the brown-haired boy's warm palm and lifted close to his face, those huge, serious eyes poring over you. Your back is bent at a cruel angle and you can barely breathe in his crushing grip. More hot air wafts over you, flowing from his nose as you're handled so casually by a bratty post-pubescent half your age.

"..if you nudge his groin with the tip of your thumb just a little, his penis will respond almost.." The students follow their professor's demonstration and the young man's thumb squashes right down onto your exposed package. You howl with shock and try to thrash free, but his vice-like fist has you well in place and your legs splayed wide open. "..immediately. See? Now, the penis is a very sensitive organ. Physical contact is all it takes to.." You feel your dick start to harden, unwillingly, and blood rushes to your head.

You're about to pass out, you know it. But not before you're forced to shoot a load in the sweaty clutches of a bored rich who probably can't wait to dump you in a giant chemical waste bin so he can go and party with his friends.

"Hmm.." The colossal student makes the first sound you've heard from him, and it's a curious little hum. He's noticing your flushed cheeks, your strained expression, and the way your hips buck as you're forced easily by his big, musky fingers into orgasm.

Your heart is pounding now. No matter how you try to distract yourself, you're slipping right into climax at the hands of a snot-nosed prep school snob with all the other humiliated little 'specimens' in the room, as the professor narrates.

"..induce climax in the specimen, even if he isn't mentally co-operative.."

(Oh god, Oh God I can't do this, let me go you little hooligan!)

"..Take notice of the way his muscles tighten as his body responds to your contact.."

(Oh no, this is it! Oh God, please don't look at me! Please look away, please please look away!!)

"..Your specimen may be exhibiting strange facial expression. This is quite natural. You'll find that if you wedge a fingertip between his buttocks, the specimen will produce more semen. This is due to.."

(No no, don't touch my OUCH! He's gonna rip me apart!! Oh God, please, oh FUCK this feels so good, please let it stop!!)

You reach the pinnacle of humiliation right there, in Jeremy's clammy fist, as he watches you jerk and wail through a long, mercilessly lively orgasm.

Seconds later, the teenager abruptly lets you go and you fall noisily back into your open container. An amused smirk on his face, Jeremy watches you from the corner of his eye as he wipes his thumbtip on a paper towel..

[To Be Continued]