Top of the Class: Ep. 01

Top of the Class is an ongoing story with chapters uploaded once per week. Each episode is about 3-4 chapters, with a plan for about 10 episodes, so this'll be ongoing for a while.

This part includes:

Cis male-male sex, mild ballbusting, chastity.

List of everything in this series:

Chastity,

Forced feminization,

Crossdressing,

90% cis-man on cis-man stuff,

5% cis-woman on cis-man (femdom)

5% some trans men and women in the mix, gotta keep y'all guessing.

**Episode 1 Chapter 1**

"And that's your assignment," Darian says, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face as he watches everyone on the bleachers stare in a mix of shock and excitement.

"You've got thirty minutes," Marion adds, standing next to her counterpart. "So you best get busy."

Me and the other contestants move immediately, the gymnasium a riot of salacious whispers, the camera and crew moving up, ready to capture the action.

"-that's certainly a way to start a season-"

"-no introductions, just straight to-"

"-would we just just end up with three each? All trade one for one?"

I have to be fast. I cut through the crowd, twelve people all playing to win, but I had the advantage. I know one of them. What he does and doesn't do. Ten people are trying to score, but only nine would be trading.

And if competition is going to be fierce, I'd make sure I was giving no advantage to my main competitors.

I had spotted my prey before the cameras started rolling, and now I'm going to put on some of my classic charm and catch him.

Mascara on his eyelashes, a shirt that exposed a bit of tan midriff, hair long, straight, and shiny- here was a man who wasn't aiming for the same goal I was.

"Want to trade? I'll go first," I say.

He eyes me, his black irises are dazzling, there's some reaction in his tight pants. "I can work with that," he says, his voice warmer and deeper than I would have guessed. "Behind the bleachers?"

But I don't have time to go behind the bleachers. I come to my knees in front of him, noticing the tight skin of his body, the lines of musculature that point a trail towards his manhood. I reach up to his waistband, and he undoes his belt. Together we get his pants off- his dick popping free with so much force I have to duck it.

The hosts are politely burying a laugh, the other contestants are dead quiet, and I'm breathing on the dick of a man I don't even know the name of. It's long and thin like its owner, the head a glistening brown against his warm, tan skin.

Well. Time's ticking.

I plunge it into my mouth. He runs his fingers through my hair, groans pleasure. I bob my head forwards and back, eyes closed, feeling the inches of his shaft passing over my tongue, between my lips. I take it out to kiss the head, then grip it tightly, stroke it as fast as I can.

"-easy-" he says, but I can't go easy, I want to win. I keep stroking, keep kissing, keep licking, grip it tighter- and he grabs my wrist.

"I said ease up," he scolds, and holds my wrist tight above my head. I stare at him, struggle with his grip a bit, but there's no time for a power play- the other contestants were going to realize soon, and I had to get my advantage first.

I continue on, with no hands, beginning to taste sweet precum on my tongue, getting closer to my victory. He releases his hold on my wrists and runs his fingers through my hair once more, firmly gripping the back of my head, guiding me to a steady rhythm but leaving me in control of the depth. It's taking longer than I want, and he keeps slowing me down. I don't know what to do with my hands except to leave them on his knees, splayed out on either side of me.

The bleachers were filling with the sounds of other people coupling up, some taking the stairs down, finding more secluded areas- though nothing was secluded from the cameras.

He shifts. His breath catches. And as I try to pull my head up he tries to keep it where it is, resulting in the first spurting of semen landing at the back of my throat, the next on my tongue, and the last on my lips and chin.

I choke on it, it's everywhere, it fills my mouth. Before he can do or say anything I clamber out from between his knees and race for the nearby water fountain, to spit out what he'd given me and rinse out my mouth, rinse off my face.

I stare at my fuzzy reflection in the metal of the fountain. I just sucked a dick in front of nine competitors, two hosts, and the cameras, and I did it fast, and I did not enjoy it much.

Well.

At least I'm winning.

And speaking of, it's my turn to collect, and the prospect of that man with his piercing black eyes staring up at me certainly puts a pep in my step as I return to the bleachers.

Only, he isn't there.

The bleachers are empty- except behind them where two contestants were side by side getting sucked off by a very eager young black man, the one who had already been reprimanded once for taking too many selfies on site.

In the center of the gymnasium the hosts chat idly. I approach them.

"You certainly got things started," Darian said.

"Yeah. Um. Did you see where he went- we were supposed to trade and he just vanished."

Darian looks at Marion. She twists her mouth to suppress a laugh.

"Wait."

"Yeah, that's the game."

"No, come one- we had a deal- he can't break a deal, right?"

The woman straightens her face with great effort, and asks: "Would it make for good TV if he couldn't?"

I lock my eyes on her. Think it all over for a second. "Oh goddamnit," I say, and then I bolt from the gymnasium. I was going to find that rat. How was I going to get my revenge for this? Oh, I know, I'm going to ruin his makeup.

My frantic dash takes me past a science room with a far-too-anatomical doll and a computer lab full of VR goggles and a teacher break room that's become the crew break room. I poke my head in.

A woman looks up at me, wearing an embroidered polo shirt that reads Regular Lock Company, boots up on a desk, already out of patience.

"Do you know where that guy with the eye liner and all is at?"

She takes a long drag from a travel mug of coffee, then glances up at me again, apparently hoping I might have been discouraged. She'd learn, eventually, that that didn't happen. With a motion that looks as though it's taking every last bit of energy in her body she turns her head to the screens, gives a quick scan of the cameras, and makes a lethargic turn back. "Kai is in the boys' change room. In the showers."

"Thanks," I say, and dart out of the doorway, then turn back and stare through it again. Her gaze hasn't moved from the door. She cocks her eyebrow.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Amelia," she drawls.

"I'm Emerson. M. C. to my friends."

"You can just close that door for me, Emerson, thanks."

I smile at her and close the door.

Boys change room, then. What would I say? How would I make him honor our deal? He doesn't want to make an enemy of me, not this soon in the game. That'll be all it takes, surely.

"Hey," someone says. Not just someone- the tall dark and awkward figure at the corner was Cooper. "Don't I know you-"

"Yep."

"From that three way with-"

"That's me."

"M. C. right?"

"The one and only."

"Small world."

"For however long that lasts," I say. "I just got played and I'm betting you aren't even participating in the challenge-"

"Uh," he stutters, staring nervously back over his shoulder. "I'm doing half of it."

"And how's that going?"

"I have one point."

"How even- are you scamming people too?"

"No, he was offering freebies."

"Where was this?"

"Behind the bleachers. Named Tracy, I think?"

"Okay, that's one free point at least, I still gotta track down this eye liner asshole," I say. "I figure three points is pretty good- better than average if we're all doing three and you're not doing any."

"Well, good luck."

"Yeah- hey- I know we're both going for the crown, but at least for the first half- truce? I need at least one person I can trust in this."

He smirks. He has a good face for smirking with. "Truce," he agrees. "You look like you gotta run so-"

"Yep! Bye!" I say, and rush past him. Can't get distracted with boys right now, I've got to win.

I stand at the threshold of the change room, and hear the loudest, wettest, sloppiest blowjob I've ever heard in my life- And the sound of Kai was eagerly telling someone "god you're so much better than the last guy."

Rude. I teetered on the brink, then decided against barging in and interrupting. No need to make two enemies, I'd catch him alone later. I went back towards the gymnasium.

"Hey, two for one?" somebody asked, at the door. He was a tall, thin man with a patchy beard, a crunchy voice, and a set of dazzling blue eyes. To his right and a little behind him was a round and jolly man who smiled a polite businessman's smile and let his counterpart do the talking.

"Two for one?" I ask, incredulous.

"Yeah," he chuckles, "Some people are going to be lucky to win a single point, so you score us each one to compensate."

"I'm doing just fine, thank you."

"Hey, What happened to mister eager, before?"

"It's called winning, sweethearts, try it sometime," I say, and push between them, to the gymnasium.

Behind the bleachers someone was doing up their pants and making a hasty retreat, as if the guy with cum on his face might get up and chase him. But no, the one on his knees just turned to look at me instead. Dressed in his war paint, as it were, I felt a little off guard.

"One for one?" I ask.

"I've seen how you suck dick."

Ouch.

"Still, I'm more interested in making friends than points," he says. "And who knows, maybe you'll learn a thing or two."

"It's not my primary skillset."

"God, I hope not," he says, looking a little shellshocked at the notion. "What's your name?"

"M. C. to my friends."

"Tracy," he says, lingering on the last syllable to show off his tongue piercing. He's a little rounder than most of the tv-hot contestants, enough to make his belly fold as he kneels, and his face and body look soft. His dark skin reminds me of videos I'd seen of pottery masters turning rich brown clay into tea pots, only his face was a whole different work of art.

I step closer, he readjusts his place on the ground, and then pulls down my fly and fishes out my dick with an effortlessness that tells me he's very practiced at this. His hands are warm, his skin soft, his grip feather light, as he slowly strokes me to my full stature. He keeps his eyes on me as he touches the tip to his lips, gives tantalizing kisses, one by one by one, up and down my length. He holds my cock up to his cheek, rubbing it in the cum of another man, and smiles at me.

He's making it look fun.

He opens his mouth and slaps my dick on his waiting tongue- Warm and wet, the piercing feels burning hot and pleasant as it slides beneath the head of my cock.

He looks me in the eyes, then closes them and sinks my dick down his throat with aggression. He holds it there, the muscles of his throat constricting, squeezing, pulling down, his tongue still moving, stretching out of his mouth to play with my balls. He opens his eyes, fluttering against his own gag reflex, to look back up at me, and then wink, and close them again. He holds it for five full seconds, then ten, then fifteen, and I realize it's a brag more than anything. Finally he pulls free, panting for breath, tongue outstretched down to his chin, strands of saliva connecting us.

"Not a bad size," he pants. "Bigger than I thought."

"Thank you? I think?"

"It's a compliment. What do you want me to say, it's the biggest I've ever seen?" He looks up at me, stroking my cock in his hand, keeping it warm. I think he might mean that question earnestly.

"I mean, isn't it?"

"No," he giggles. I could get used to the sound of that giggle.

"But it's bigger than Cooper, right?"

"Hmmm, close one," he says. "I'll have to take more measurements," and then he wraps his lips back around it.

He's good at it. Really, really good at it. And I mean that as a problem- I have a reputation to uphold. I start to get toe curlingly close and take a step back. He shuffles forward on his knees to follow, and I take one more step back and I'm cornered against the bleachers.

I grip the metal frame of the bleachers, try to keep eye contact, try to keep my legs from shaking. Think unhorny thoughts. Think about how mad I am at that Kai guy. Think about-

Tracy takes me the full way down again, and gently touches the base of my shaft with his teeth.

I jolt. "Hey-"

He pulls back, slurping loudly as he does and says "You weren't paying attention."

"You know better than to use teeth-"

"I know better than to let you devalue one of my world class blowjobs," he says, and strokes me some more.

"You're so bossy."

"Do you want to cum or not?"

"Definitely cum."

"Then do it, coward," he says, and wraps his mouth around one of my balls, gently runs his tongue from way back there, up the shaft, that piercing hot on my skin, the texture of his tongue running along my sensitive tip, making circles,

My ass clenches, my legs go weak, and I cover Tracy's face with the last week's worth of no sex or masturbation. Half of it ends up on his tongue, the rest lands on his cheek, over his eye and on his eyebrows.

I brace myself to stay vertical using the bleachers. "I take it this is maybe your primary skillset?"

Tracy wipes my cum off of his eyelid with a thumb then sticks it in his mouse and sucks it clean. He's rocking his hips, legs squeezed together. "Something like that."

"Well, I can see what you mean about making friends," I laugh. "But I gotta go make some points."

"Alright, I'm sure we'll have a chance to do this all over again," he smiles, showing off that piercing again, that long tongue.

I turn and walk away, satisfied, only- He really did make it look fun. And-

"Nobody's reciprocated yet, right?"

"Not that I mind, but no," he says, wiping the cum off his cheeks

"Then you're no competition to me, and I gotta give out two more blowjobs, so-" I shrug. Part of me itched to save that currency, but I'd just end up giving it to my real competition. No- three solid one-for-one deals with people who were only going to score a single point, and I'd come out above average, I didn't need to go around scamming people like that Kai guy.

"So, I gotta give out three..."

"Fine, just- do what I did. Not the teeth part. The good part."

"Okay," I say. "I'm not that bad at this- I just- want to win," I say. I get down on my knees as he stands up.

I grab his belt, struggle with the latch, get it open awkwardly. I undo his- oh, there is no fly, these are just leggings patterned like jeans. I pull them down, getting a peak at some white lingerie he's wearing under them. His dick is wet with precum, I can see the spot its left through his pants. Slowly it pulses to its full hardness. It's smaller than mine, his balls, pubes, thighs, everything's so smooth it must have been waxed. I stare at it for a moment, contemplate, how did he start?

I look him in the eye and he nods approval. I open my mouth, let my tongue stick out a little, and lay the head of his cock on my tongue, and-

His body goes rigid and this time I react fast enough. I close my mouth, squint my eyes and he unloads over my lips.

It's dripping off my chin by the time I unsquint my eyes and look up at him. Both of his hands cover his mouth, holding in a laugh.

"I think that counts but I honestly don't know," he giggles

"That was- quick?" I say, and wipe my lips.

"I was just imagining," he giggles again. "I guess I took my own advice."

"Yeah, or maybe I learned how to give world class blowjobs."

He laughs again. "Go score your points, player, I think a line's forming."

I turn and see a long haired man with a side shave leaning against the wall and watching.

"Yeah, have fun," I say. Time to deal with Kai.

**Episode 1 Chapter 2**

As I walked into the boy's locker room, someone else was walking out, a giant of a man with curly red hair, adjusting his pants as he retreated, and as soon as the path was clear I slipped in. Kai was still there, seated on a bench, his long straight hair a little ruffled but otherwise unphased. His eyes caught me the moment I entered.

"Hey motherfucker," I say, because what else do you say when someone's being a motherfucker? He tilts his head and says nothing, his mouth quirked shut. I step closer "You still owe me one."

He stands from his bench so fast it startles me, I lose all sense of purpose in confronting him, he's taller than me, and as he steps forward I retreat, and again and again until I'm backed up against the lockers. For how soft his face, how thin he is, there's clear muscle definition showing through his shirt. His left arm is against the wall, directly over my shoulder. My entire world is the two inches that separate me and him. With his right hand, slowly, he touches my chin and tilts my head back, waiting for a sign of resistance. Goddamn his eyes are gorgeous, his full attention feels like a spotlight. I have butterflies in my stomach, and a fresh new erection. I love it. When it becomes clear I don't want to resist, he kisses me.

I kiss back with aggression, and as I do the taste of cum floods into my mouth, it's on his lips, on his tongue, with every motion of his mouth he gets more of it into me. When he parts from my lips he seals them with his thumb.

"You're going to learn to swallow," he says, "right now."

It's thick on my tongue, another man's spit and another-other man's semen. But the man who put it there is waiting, patiently, eyes locked on mine, breathing hungrily. I swallow.

"Good boy," he says. He ruffles my hair and begins to walk away.

"Wait-"

"No," he keeps walking.

"I said wait."

"You have nothing to offer me, there's no trade to make here, so you best think through another plan."

"You don't want to make me an enemy, Kai."

"Well I also don't want to get another blowjob like that, so enemies it is."

An announcement comes over the PA system: "Uh oh, were we supposed to give a time warning at 15 minutes?" Darian asks.

There's a horrible sound of a microphone skidding along its rubber feet, and then Marrion says: "It's 5 now. Good luck!"

Fuck.

I look at Kai, who gives a slow, confident blink, then points me to the door with his eyes. "Time's ticking."

Okay. This is fine. How bad is one point, really? Tracy only has one point, at least I'm not alone at the bottom. But I have to qualify. I need to give someone else a blowjob, someone who's scoring low, like Tracy. Or someone who's going to be disqualified anyways.

"Cooper?" I call, out into the hall, running now. Five minutes. Probably more like four. I can get someone off in four minutes. I just have to find him. "Cooper!"

"MC?"

"Hey! Listen! I need your help."

"Yeah?"

"Like, your help."

"Oh," he says. "I mean- I don't go down-"

"Well. I do."

"This is..."

"Awkward, sure, but we're both here, and I'm here to stay, so if you're planning on making it to the end-" him, who was already getting himself disqualified "-It's gotta happen eventually, right? I don't have time to find someone else."

"It's not a winning or losing thing-" he says, and he's right. No deals, logic, and ambition will change this equation. I'm thinking with my brain, so he's doing the same. I need him to think with his other head.

I lock my eyes on him, shut out all thought of points and clocks, and inch my hands up his shirt, like I'd seen his girlfriend do years ago. He averts his eyes, blush blooming above his close cropped beard. I grab his shoulders, not gently, and pull him closer, down to my level, his stubble on my cheek, my mouth to his ear.

"It's not about winning, and it never has been," I exhale.

There's one pregnant moment where I know it could go either way. One moment where I realize I really don't know Cooper that well, or what the fuck I'm going to do if this fails. And then he pushes me away.

And then he kisses me.

His arms wrap around me, cradle me as he plunges his tongue into my mouth. I slide my hands down his midsection, to his pants, I thread my fingers under his belt, grab his cock and begin to squeeze and rub it to its full stature while it's still in his pants.

He lets me go from the kiss, we stare for a moment, his eyes dart downward and I smile and drop to my knees. He pulls down his pants, and I finally get to do what Tracy taught me.

I look him in the eyes, hold his cock in my hand, and kiss the head of his cock, then up and down the length. I try not to think about the time. What did Tracy do next? I open my mouth as wide as I can, let the tip of his cock touch the base of my tongue and then give one long lick. Little circles with the tip of my tongue, my hand stroking as I go, I tease a drop of precum out of him before I even need to take him fully in my mouth.

At that encouraging sign, and a sinking feeling about how few seconds I have left, I plunge his cock as deep as I can take it. I squeeze my thumbs, squint my eyes, and still can only hold it down for a half a second before my gag reflex threatens to betray me.

"Easy," he says. "Just do that thing you were doing before."

I only have him halfway in my mouth, run little circles with my tongue, look up expectantly.

"Yeah, just like that," he says, his hand finding purchase in my hair, his thumb stroking the side of my face. "Don't speed up. I'm close."

I don't speed up. I just keep doing what I'm doing, I keep staring into those eyes, keep toying with the tip of his dick, I run my hands up his thighs, feel his hips, wrap around to his nice ass.

"Ten!" calls Darian over the PA system.

"Nine!" Marion says.

"I don't know if I'm gonna-" Cooper starts.

"Eight!"

Shit. Shit shit shit.

"Seven!"

Don't speed up, that's what he said, and I close my eyes and keep calm and stay at the same rate.

"Six!"

"It's just- the second time today and- Sorry, MC."

"Five! Four!"

I remember something. I wind back my hand, look him in the eye.

"Three!"

I slap his ass as hard as I can.

"Two!"

His body tenses suddenly.

"One!"

Cum floods into my mouth.

"Zero!"

I keep my lips wrapped around his shaft, don't let any spill, don't let there be any proof that the second and third spurts of cum happened after the challenge was over.

I pull my lips back, making sure not to lose any. I look straight at the camera and open my mouth to show my proof.

"And that's time, everyone, please return to the gymnasium to review our rankings!"

Time is up, my mouth is full of cum, and as Cooper pants and rubs his ass, I see Kai.

He looks at me, raises an eyebrow.

And I swallow.

He mouths: "You're welcome."

"Asshole," I mouth back.

"That was good," Cooper says.

"Not my primary skillset," I insist. "But yeah, I'm pretty much the best."

He's awkward as he puts his pants back on. I fix my hair, fret with the taste of cum still in my tongue. "So-" he says. "Uh-"

"Let's go see the score!" I say, not meeting his eye.

"Yeah, sounds good."

***

In the gymnasium, Marion breaks the murmurs of the crowd, her voice clear and high without amplification: "First of all, I hope everyone's a bit better acquainted now, hm?"

Her counterpart continues: "Nothing like a little challenge to, uh-"

"Loosen some lips?" Marion offers.

"Get a taste of your competition?"

"Make some tongues wag,"

Darian claps his hands together "Now, there's a little secret we neglected to mention."

"Deliberately lied about-"

"-Just to add a bit of fun."

"There are no eliminations this round. Because this challenge offers no points," she says, fingers knitted in her lap.

"None."

"You all still have zero."

"This first entire game is just to rank you. See, we're taking this series back to its roots- to the season me and Marion first fell in love."

He wraps his arm around his wife and she happily declares: "Season 3, the dreaded prison season."

"You're probably not familiar with season 3- it was deeply problematic, entirely tasteless, and was pulled from every single streaming service within a year of airing. Nearly got the whole show canceled."

"But here we are, king of the yard and his absolute pussy bitch, returning champs hosting the sequel, ten years later," she says, glowing as she speaks her ridiculous title.

"See, Season 3 was conducted not just on the usual basis of having riotous gay sex and scoring points-"

"But on a hard divide."

"Who are the givers and who are the takers?"

"Pitchers and catchers."

"Tops and bottoms."

"See, season 3 had two finalists, one took home the crown," Darian beamed at his own accolade "And the other got locked in a permanent chastity belt to be a bottom for life."

"And yes," Marion says, and knocks her knuckle gently on her hip, producing a faint metallic tink tink tink "that means permanent."

"A privilege someone in this room is going to earn this very season. Hope you read the fine print when you signed on!"

"So now, without further adieu"

"Which of you are with me, in the running to be Top of the class?"

"And who will be under my stewardship, hoping to earn, or not earn, the honor of being belted for life?"

Together they say: "Let's check the tally!"

A projector hits the back wall of the gym, lighting up a powerpoint looking scoreboard, which slowly fills in with the first name: Kai- 6 to 3. 'Six' hit me like a blow to the heart. Six people? The average would be less than three.

Cooper- 2 to 0. He's not disqualified. I stare in horror. The man hadn't even participated in the game and somehow he's being rewarded for it-

Achilles- 4 to 3. Is the next name, and then Challa and lythe with the same score- how had so many people scored so high? The pair that had offered me a 'two to one' gamely cuff eachother's shoulders.

The names fill out slowly, my idiot brain kept expecting my name to be next. 1 to 3. How bad a score could that be, really? Felix came in with 3:3, an awkward 1 to 2 from someone named Jasper who was denied the chance to shamefully finish the challenge out near the end. 1 to 3 popped up, but it was for Tracy.

"Oh I sucked a lot more than that. Guess only the first three count?" Tracy mulled beside me. He was enjoying this. I kept scanning the names higher up, as if mine had been misspelled, or someone was about to rush in and correct it. Another pops up. Noah, 1 to 3. Are these getting slower as they go?

"Was I one of your first three?" I ask, my voice so still and hollow I barely recognize it as my own. I had got to him in the first ten minutes. How many blowjobs could Tracy have given in ten minutes?

"Can't remember."

And finally it came: Emerson - 0 to 3. I waited to see the next name. Who had I done better than, who had I defeated. None came. I was ranked at the absolute bottom.

"Oh goddamnit," I yelled.

**Episode 1 Chapter 3**

Amelia, the girl from the crew break room, sits on the principal's desk and watches all of us.

"Each of you is a disappointment to the meaning of masculinity," says Marion, behind the desk. "Which for the purposes of this show is defined as 'how good you are at getting your dick wet' and nothing else, if that's your definition in real life, get therapy."

A camera operator coughs.

"Think they'll cut that?" she smiles conspiratorially to the six of us, recrosses her legs.

"We're starting you on an immediate remedial course, a chance to correct the error of your ways, or to fully surrender your masculinity in the attempt. We've already told you what happens to the last bottom standing-" she taps her knuckle against her hip again, indicating her chastity belt. "And you're going to learn how bad you don't want that. Amelia?"

Amelia stands, eyes glazed over, and grabs a box from behind her. She puts it down on the table in front of us and takes the top off.

Inside are five shiny chrome chastity cages of completely different designs- some big, some small, one's a full belt, one's nearly flat, all of them have the regular lock company logo on them, and some electronics built into the locking mechanism.

And hey- if you're thinking I must be into this cause I know what a chastity cage is, it's only cause I put my last girlfriend in a belt for a weekend here and there, at her request. Don't go thinking I'm that into all this.

A guy with glasses that have little purple highlights on them grabs one immediately, the second smallest. Amelia goes wide eyed, but it's too late for orderly discussion, everyone begins to grab wildly.

The one I aim for is big, possibly bigger than I need, it's long and curved with evenly spaced metal bars, and I'm the first to grab it. Then some twink with dyed black hair and metal studs on his clothes gets his fingers through the ring, and pulls it right out of my hand.

By the time I register what's happened, there's one cage left. The super duper tiny one.

"So how this works is-" Amelia drawls, eyebrows raised, frustrations buried. "You each pick one. But be aware each has certain advantages and disadvantages in the game."

Faces go blank.

Marion leans in, fingers steepled, and asks: "Emerson, you had that cage first, do you want to trade?"

Trade. Oh. Obviously.

"Yes!" I say, and basically throw the little cage at the punk twink. He sighs and hands me the big one. It is... a lot bigger than me, now that I'm feeling it.

"Advantages and disadvantages-" Amelia continues "Which you don't get to know till after they cages are on."

Advantages. Probably if the cage is nice, they're not going to reward you even more, right? I hold the cage, fret with it. Tracy trades his giant belt to the side shave and eyebrow piercing twink. Why'd all the bottoms end up twinks, anyways? This is a stereotype, and I'm not happy about being lumped in with them.

"No further thoughts?"

"bigger is better, right?" I ask

Glasses twink says "Obviously," while hiding the small cage he's picked out of view.

Punk twink- not to be confused with side shave twink- says: "I think tests like these are always an exercise in delayed gratification, or humility, or whatever. To pick the worst appearing option."

Shit.

"No way, they just said this whole thing is for not being greedy enough," I explain, and it feels too easy, everything is a trick on this show. I stare at the cage in his hands, realizing Marion just tricked me into trading the best for the worst.

"This cage has to cost like, four hundred dollars, and that's for a knockoff" side shave twink says, holding his belt. "Hey can we keep these afterwards?"

"Compliments of the company," Amelia says, looking uninvested. "And if you win, it won't be optional."

"I think we're ready already," Tracy says.

"No- no way, people still want to trade, right?" I ask. "I have the best cage, who wants it?"

"Why would you trade it if it's the best cage?"

"Cause- I don't know, maybe you'll make it worth my while," I say. Punk twink is kind of cute, even if he is an asshole.

"See I happen to think I have the better cage. So maybe you make it worth my while, and we make this trade."

"How do I make it worth your while?"

Punk twink who's name I should probably know stares at me, raises a finger "Hey can we-"

"Yes, Felix."

"Sweet," he smiles.

He stands, and I stand in response. Camera people shift. Amelia takes two steps back, Tracy smiles and pedals his feet against the ground.

Felix takes a step towards me, he's a little taller, and a lot more confident. He puts a hand on my shoulder and pushes me back, back, back against the wall.

And kisses me.

His tongue is hot in my mouth, his hands grip my ass as he pries my leg apart with a knee and gets his pelvis against mine, belt buckle digging into me. I put my hands in his hair, let my eyes shut.

Ten seconds later his fly is down, my pants are on the floor, his fingers are inside of me and I'm holding his cock. Some diligent PA has ducks in to add some lube to my hand so I can get him wet and ready. I gently guide him into my ass, his tongue still in my mouth as I lift my legs off the floor and wrap them around him.

He's fuzzy, as he presses against me. Hair on his chest, hair going from belly button and down. I misspoke about twinks, Felix is definitely more of an otter.

He pulls back, thrusts, his belt buckle hits my balls- not quite enough to hurt, just to make me keenly aware of them. And again. And again. And again. I part my mouth from his and can see in his hungry eyes that he knows exactly what he's doing.

"Your little dick won't even fill that big cage," I say.

"Yeah?" He thrusts into me again, harder, a threat that he'll really start to bust my balls if I misbehave.

"But you should have it- if you put on the tiny one there'd be nothing to say you weren't a girl."

"Oh shut your mouth I'm bigger than you."

"You sure? Maybe when you're on your knees during challenge two you can double check."

"Hey one more condition to this trade," Felix says. "I want to be the one to lock it on you."

"Sure, if you're that eager to see mine up close right now," I say. "Maybe you can give it a kiss while you're down there."

He responds by pressing his chest to mine, his head and mine cheek to cheek. "Tell me if I'm hurting you," he whispers, and then he starts thrusting faster- harder. I wrap my arms and legs tight around him, his belt buckle beats against my balls while his cock fills me over and over again, gliding past my prostate with that hint of tantalizing pleasure that never seems to manifest for me.

I gasp, and moan, he pants with exertion, then releases a groan. His whole body shudders, his dick throbs inside of me, I feel him vibrating with pleasure as he unloads in me.

He holds me pinned to the wall for a second, breathing hard in my ear. His hair smells like peaches and cigarettes.

I open my eyes, remember the modified principal's office we're in, the cameras, and nervously make eye contact with Tracy, glasses twink and side shave twink.

I put my feet back on the ground and Felix pulls out of me. I have a wicked erection, sore balls, and my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

Amelia approaches with the itty bitty cage I did all this for. Felix goes down on his knees in front of me, and Amelia follows suit, which does NOT help the erection situation, but she just instructs him how to put it on.

Felix puts the ring on, being gentle with my sore balls, and then stops. "Do we wait for mister masculinity here to get soft?"

"No, just going to have to force it a bit," Amelia replies.

Felix, lines up the pieces and then pushes, gradually squishing my erection from six inches to one, if you're generous. As soon as the lock parts line up, Amelia pushes the tumbler in and pulls out the key. A little chime plays on it, and on her phone.

Felix gives the cage a kiss, and one more slap on the balls. And a sticky string of precum leaks from the one inch metal nub I've been reduced to, down, and down and down.

I stare, petrified at the other contestants, at Felix, and at Amelia. And just for a second, I see the blush on her cheeks, the smile on her lips, a wild flicker of horniness cross her eyes. She clears her throat, schools her expression, turns to the other contestants and asks "Okay, anyone else want to trade?"

***

While everyone is being locked up Marion turns on a projector and spends about ten minutes troubleshooting it, which I think is just part of the school roleplay. As Jasper (side shave twink) finishes getting his belt tightened with some power tool Marion pulls up a powerpoint, and we all hush and sit down.

"You have a lot of strong theories on how these advantages were going to work," she says. "Let's start off by saying unlocks are at the discretion of your keyholders."

"Who are our keyholders?"

"The men are currently playing an auction for your keys. So I guess you'll find out later."

"The- the other contestants?" Jasper asks.

"Yes."

"And we don't get to pick?" Felix asks. His pants bulge ridiculously with the big cage.

"No."

"Hot," says Tracy.

Who the fuck- Cooper? Kai? Some random guy I don't even know?

"It costs them points to unlock you, depending on your cage. Some have other advantages too. Let's begin:"

"The big cage- nothing special, it costs 10 points to unlock. You don't have a reference point for that yet but it's a lot."

I was right. Fuck you Felix, fuck you Marion, trying to trick me.

"The next biggest cage is also 10 points, but you get a one point discount any time you cum while it's on." That's Tracy's cage.

"The belt- five points to unlock, and you get to meet a lot of interesting security guards at museums, stadiums and airports." She smiles. "But seriously, it does come with a mount for a strapon."

"Sweet," says Jasper.

"The second smallest cage- it can't be unlocked by your keyholder, but anyone else in the show can unlock it for five points. Unlike normal unlocks, these points aren't just gone, they go straight to your keyholder."

Glasses twink, Noah, doesn't look even a little surprised. It's a hell of an advantage to not be at all excited for.

"And finally, the itty bitty cage..." Marion smiles at me, and says "You win all tiebreakers for elimination. However, it's twenty points for unlock."

"... twenty?"

"Fewer unlocks during the competition, and a little extra chance to stay in the competition for a good, long time," She explains. At my incredulous stare she relents and adds "You were right about us wanting to reward the humbling options... but there are limits. Anyone who'd put on something like that is clearly a glutton for punishment."

She looks expectantly at me. I stare directly at her, eyes wide. "This is going to become a trend isn't it?"