A Sissy in the 22nd Century Pt. 06

Preface

In a future not too far flung, humanity has progressed to a stage where almost all production and provision of society's needs is automated. With no need to work, all citizens are instead driven to find lifestyles that fulfil their own and each other's fundamental desires. This is achieved through the medium of an overruling system of artificial intelligences and mathematical algorithms which record vast amounts of data about each individual from the moment they are born; working out precisely where they will most comfortably fit into the lives of everyone else.

Medical science has also made great leaps, to the degree in which the Grand Algorithm can manipulate hormone provision and expression in all those under its control... Shaping their bodies and minds to perfectly fit the role it determines they are destined to fill. Citizens age slowly and rarely suffer any sort of malady, with immortality being considered a very real possibility in the next decade or so. Ideas like gender division are considered childish and old fashioned, with what genitalia and pronouns an individual uses dependant more on the lifestyle they lead than whatever was attached when they were born.

There are still inequalities and divisions within society though. Having emerged from the cocoon of free market capitalism, society is still very much tiered by class and overshadowed by corporate elitism... with the commodities sold simply having changed entirely toward 'entertainment' in one fashion or another. The rich are seemingly deemed fit to stay so by the Algorithm, the middle classes content enough to spend their entire lives devoted to any perversion that might take their fancy. This self-centred outlook leaves little interest in raising a family, so any children they do produce are generally given over to group 'Homes' wherein they are looked after and raised by those who have been determined to actually enjoy parenting. These young men and women are, of course, then sorted into roles that provide for their progenitors desires... thus continuing the cycle.

Jesse is no longer a virgin, and though the slutwife-to-be was deflowered in front of an audience of wealthy strangers... the actual deed was done gently and by a friend. Now he lies on silken sheets, sharing a bed and the afterglow with Suzy and wondering just how their relationship will change from here. What hides behind the servile, sugary exterior of his fellow femboy? What games do their owners and masters play in these grand mansions above the city? Could those who have been deemed little more than erotic playthings by the Grand Algorithm, ever dream of being anything more? Read on to find out...

This story is a work of submissive erotic fiction and as such touches on subjects that some may find offensive, including but not limited to: homosexuality, feminization, sexual abuse, sexual slavery, grey-area consent and abuse of power.

All characters are over the age of 18 and unrelated. Their consent for all sexual acts is assumed, but not always explicitly stated. The author does not support any real world examples of any of the behaviour or ideologies represented within.

This is a piece of erotic entertainment aimed at those who wish to enjoy the fantasy of submission, not encouragement for those who seek to oppress others.

Chapter 1: Pawns but not puppies

Jesse lay in the soft darkness of Suzy's bed. The sweet smell of that other sissy's breaths brushing lightly against his lips. Down below, what in others might be considered their 'manhoods'... were touching, just slightly. Resting against each other in a gentle companionship that just simmered on the edge of pure excitement. The visitor didn't think he'd ever felt so full and empty before. So exhaustedly tired and wide awake at the same time. Every place his skin even came near to resting against the other naked femboy, he half-imagined he felt sparks leaping across that gap. Pulling on him with the insistent urge to just rub every hypersensitive inch of himself against his dear friend's body. While, at the back... and in his core... he could still feel the hollow where that penis had pulled itself free of him. Could still feel the trickling remains of its final, surging moments inside of him.

He almost wanted to ask for it to happen again, already. Just to fill that sense of sudden emptiness he had; but at the same time... This feeling of hovering beneath the duvet. This trembling aftermath joined by just the slightest connections; it seemed important too. A period of quiet cooling off that they both very much needed. So, instead he just asked, in soft, subtle whispers:

"Are you still awake?"

The reply came in a brush of lips and a probing tongue, because what else was there. They kissed lightly this time, with none of the delving desperation of earlier attempts. Simply sliding their tongues inside each other with all the surety that one mouth was as good as the other. Still, that too, would break the moment... if left to go on too long. So instead, he broke it off and asked the first question that filled the darkness.

"D-do you ever wish, that you'd been born as someone else?"

Suzy's eyes glinted in the moonlight. Holding him in an open glance of insecure judgement and searching trust. He was not someone used to sharing secret thoughts with anyone. Perhaps this was even the teen femboy's first ever chance to lie in the private warmth of a loved one's company, while listened to only by the night's protective shroud. He faltered, for a second... but clearly wanted to make such a bridge of connection, more than anything.

"You mean like, as an actual master? Or one of the lower classes of sluts?"

"... Or someone outside all this completely. Far away. Or back in time..." Jesse's quietly mumbled additions seemed to genuinely catch Suzy by surprise, as if confirming the other sissy had never even considered such fantasies existed. He paused for a moment, giving the honest question the time and consideration its asker deserved.

"I sometimes... wonder what it must be like for the dog-twins. To live out your life as just an animal, doing whatever you feel like. Free from all the... complications of being a proper person. They don't really have to worry about learning how to please their masters, or how to navigate the politics of fancy parties. They just eat, fuck and run around. If they do something wrong, someone will make sure they know, right then and there. It's all so simple... I... I understand the appeal."

The femboy rolled away from Jesse, breaking that crossed connection of their genitalia. Staring up at the ceiling to process his thoughts. His naked companion almost regretted asking the question, if it meant losing even a second of that warmth and closeness.

"But then I think about what that means giving up... What that takes away from you as a person. Even one whose whole purpose is to make other people feel good. I like being Daddy's clever, little fucktoy. It makes me smile just thinking about creeping into his bed and cheekily cheering him up after a long, hard day at work. I like plotting and scheming the finest details about how I'm next going to tease and excite him. I like the way it gets my heart racing to never be sure if he's going to approve or not. If I've pushed something too far, and will end up getting punished for it... I even... like being punished... sometimes..."

Suzy's smile shone through the darkness, aimed at nowhere in particular, but encompassing Jesse all the same. The boy from Home 23, naked and far from his own bed... could see the good his presence was doing his large-breasted friend. Lifting weight off that ample chest, through only the provision of a sympathetic ear. The other sissy was more and more seeming like a guiding light toward finding his own happiness... yet he still couldn't quite find such secure footing within himself. He could also like all those things, he was sure and sure and sure... but something else ate away at him. An emptiness like the one still left after Suzy's cock had slipped free.

Chapter 2: On a Midsummer Night

"D-do you really think he's your father?" It took all of Jesse's courage to ask... but he just had to know the answer. It shaped so much of who Suzy seemed to be, and he needed to know so much more about who this sweet boy who had taken his virginity really was. He had followed the other sissy's roll and rested his soft cheek against a shoulder, trapping his friend and new lover between an embrace and that question.

It was clearly a step too far. Suzy tensed up in discomfort... But then, after a second, answered anyway. Leftover guilt from the turmoil he had put Jesse through, and the precious thing he had claimed from his fellow femboy afterward... almost equal to this burglary of his deepest insecurities. In a quietly, trembling whisper he admitted:

"No... I mean... I-I don't know... Maybe he is?!"

The sissy sighed, heavily. As if this was perhaps the first time he admitted, even to himself... that there was anything less than a certainty.

"It doesn't matter... either way." He looked down into Jesse's eyes with his own welling up a little. "We're just dreams... after all."

"Dreams?" Offered Jesse, hating himself for every push he was making.

"Yes... Dreams of ourselves. Other people's dreams about us. That's what Dr Pietre told me, the first time I met him... And it's true! All of us are just characters in each other's dreams, really. Everything we are, is shaped by what we imagine we should be... and what everyone else hoped we might be. Even long before we were born... somebody was dreaming up a day where we might lie like this, together. The Algorithm just picked up on that... and made it real. That's what it does. So one day... anything you dream now. Anything you really, genuinely want with all your heart... will happen to someone..."

The femboy sat up a little, letting Jesse's head slide into his bosom. Looking out at the perfectly simulated moonlight drifting sleepily in through the open window. The gentle heat of a slow, midsummer night.

"So it doesn't matter where our genetics came from... because our real parents are the ones who dreamed us into being. Daddy needs me... after what happened with his first wife and children. So I try to be as perfect as I can for him. That's all that matters..."

Jesse found his eyelids drooping. His hair and ears being gently tousled by an absent-minded hand. Suddenly a whole new ocean of depth seemed to come into view within his friend. Layers he hadn't even guessed at, in someone he already found infinite in fascination. Yet, he had stung that soul to find it... and needed to offer something in return.

"I... I don't remember my first Home." He said, something he had never admitted... even to Betsy. "I'm not sure I even had one..."

Suzy glanced down at him, with an eyebrow raised. But the boy upon his breast was already asleep. Now leaving the blonde slutwife-to-be alone with his thoughts, wondering what they all might mean.

Chapter 3: Awakened and Exposed

A few times through the course of the night, Jesse woke up thinking there was someone else in the room. A naked woman dressed up like a cat, lounging upon the window seat. A slim figure in the shadows, deftly sketching their sleeping forms.

The third time it happened, there was little doubt at all. His eyelids flickered open to a sound of distinct huffing, and a weight upon the mattress, separating him and Suzy. Blearily, the sissy sat up to see his friend squeezing his own breasts together, creating a warm and squishy valley for Uncle Larry to drive his cock through.

"Sorry, did we wake you?" Offered the owner of the bed, not seeming particularly put out to have been caught in this act. His 'Uncle' couldn't really say anything at all, caught up in the moment of climaxing between his nephew's tits. Having been distracted at such a vital moment, Suzy earned himself quite a mess across the face... coating one eyelid and clinging to his sleep-tousled hair. Again this didn't seem to phase him though. He snuggled straight back up to Jesse while still stained and dripping, offering a slightly-sticky kiss to a blushing cheek. While the rotund older man simply heaved himself off, manoeuvring to the door with a slightly drunken sway to his step.

"Oh, my door is always unlocked... " Stated Suzy quite plainly, while they shared a bubbly bath together, much later in the morning. The entrance to an en-suite bathroom was hidden behind a curtain in the corner of his bedroom. An odd design decision, considering the room itself had one great pane of glass that served as a wall onto the main upstairs corridor, and a floor of similar transparency. "Guests who are staying are always welcome to come pay me a visit overnight, unless I'm sharing Daddy's bed that evening."

The hosting sissy seemed back to his bubbling, excited self that morning. A far cry from the pensive, thoughtful creature of the night before. Jesse was happy to think his opportunist probing hadn't upset the balance between them too much, at least on the surface. He was more than happy to let the other femboy shampoo his long hair and then spend half an hour or so braiding long ribbons and plaits into it. The only awkwardness coming from the fact that they both remained completely unclothed throughout, sat upon a bench before a three-way mirror. The visitor gazed down between his feet and was met with the view of a very similar room, complete with an equally large and ornate, steaming bathtub. In this lounged the elegant form of Lady Francine, without her cat this time... but already bearing a glass of dark, ruby liquid. She smiled up at him and tipped this slightly, in a long-fingered salute. Making no attempt to hide her body, nor the fact that she spent the entire time admiring his and Suzy's. The raw, endless exposure of how his friend lived, day to day... was beginning to truly settle in for Jesse. His cramped, little dorm with Betsy was starting to seem like a haven of personal privacy.

"Shall we take the dogs out for a walk?" Came the suggestion, after they had both got dressed and breakfasted. Jesse once again found himself in someone else's panties, though to be honest... after a week of strict school uniform rules... Wearing anything between his nethers seemed a strangely constrictive idea. Suzy had dressed them both in mis-matched knee-socks and clashing-coloured short skirts and boob-tubes. As a young femboy with a considerably more limited wardrobe, Jesse found himself a little awkward in all these attention-grabbing vivid shades and extensive periods dedicated just to doing makeup and dressing up. Yet he adored the loose-laced, high heeled riding boots he'd been given... and the way their two outfits looked ridiculously asymmetrical until they were beside each other, when it all just lined up. Like they were two parts of the same set.

The pair of them collected the twin hounds in question from a snoring hungover Uncle Larry, attaching long red leashes to the collars around their pink-skinned necks. It bothered Jesse how quickly he was picking up the idea of just thinking of them as tamed animals, rather than two young people around his own age: near-identical and crawling around naked upon their hands and knees. It didn't help how clearly well practised they were at waggling the fluffy, little tails sticking out of their rear ends and lolling their tongues in palpable excitement. The four of them marched out through the rear of the mansion, into a large expanse of green lawns and carefully placed hedges. It seemed impossible for Jesse to tell exactly how much land this garden actually took up, though guessing where they were in the city it couldn't actually be anywhere near as much as it seemed. The holographic dome around them was showing some wild and rugged heath, dotted with creaking trees. Dragging trails of mist seemed to ebb and flow between the rises and hollows of the land. Various arches of foliage and independent collections of flowerbeds aided in the impression that this was an ancient estate that went on for miles, rather than one building among many in one of the city's richest quarters.

"Just remember the neighbours can probably see in from their upstairs... neither of them can afford a dome." Warned Suzy, with what was possibly pride in his smile.

Chapter 4: Through a Looking Glass

Jesse watched the two naked teens scramble around the lawns, ponds and flowerbeds. Coating themselves in layers of mud or dust and then rolling over in a tumble of giggles at the raw, physical joy of it. Suzy chased after them with squeaking, stomping demands to settle down and behave... but that too, was just part of the theatre of it, really. Back toward the house, a figure could be seen on one of the upper balconies holding a thin cigar and a steaming mug of something. The ringmaster of this circus, admiring those forever clowning just for him. Jesse ran his mind back through his friend's views: Of them all being really just figments of a twisted imagination... playing out what parts they were made for. It was easy to believe, if you wanted to. What had Betsy once quoted to him, from one of those silly, old books she loved? 'Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.' She'd read them to him, whenever he was feeling truly lost for his place in the world.

It was strange to think: That he might finally have stepped through his own looking glass... and found things were making more sense if he just stopped trying to look back at it all the time. He and his pouting femboy friend being dragged along by those red leather straps could very well have ended up on the other end of such leashes. Who was to say they wouldn't have been just as happy about it? As a ripple of breeze blew up under his skirt and set him anxious that some unseeable pair of eyes out in the real world might have caught a glimpse... That devilish other voice in his mind smirked that at least he was made up to look a treat for them. If this was who and where he was, then wasn't it better to enjoy the adventure of it? Rather than agonising over who he might once have been... 'It's no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.'

So mesmerised by his own daydreaming, was Jesse, and in watching the frolics ahead... That he very much tripped over the long pair of legs sticking out from beneath a tree, and landed in the lap of the man they belonged to. Dr Pietre had been sketching a view of his wandering approach, of course... yet had neglected to call out a warning even as the young sissy went ass over heels and broke the man's pencil. He calmly pulled out another one as Jesse brushed himself off, blowing on a grazed knee and apologising profusely. If the teen had expected one back in reply, he did so in vain... But the returning blur of that implement, subsuming the unfortunately scratched line simply as another part of the whole, took grasp of his attention. The man's skill really was quite impressive, not the least because he was still able to strip any clothing he did not wish to keep from Jesse's expertly shaded, greyscale image.

"Why do you keep drawing me?" The sissy asked, after simply watching for a minute or two. The man's answer was immediate, but flatly given. Not looking up from his work for a moment.

"Because you are beautiful." He chewed on the end of his pencil for a second, judging whether this sketch was finished... before clearly eyeing up Jesse's new position for the next.

"Sasha says we need to get out and see the beauty in the world... Socialise with our peers. It's important for our health."

"Who is Sasha?" Asked Jesse, resisting the urge to open up his legs a little as he sat, knees to chest, under such scrutiny.

"Psychological aid system for human administrators: S. A. S. H. A... The 'p' is silent..." Remarked the Doctor, setting to work stripping his subject down to a skeletal frame... before applying nakedness over the top.

The answer had taken his muse by surprise though. Something about the way he had said the name gave off much more the impression of a person in his life, than a machine. "So it's a computer program. Part of the Algorithm... that checks up on your mental health after working on the Algorithm?"

"Everything is part of the system, that's the whole point... it doesn't make the self-administered checks redundant. Each quadrant is always scanning all the others for anomalies. No section is above correction."

The man seemed quite pleased with himself over the small rhyme at the end, almost singing it to himself.

Chapter 5: Rules that Bend Themselves

Jesse was having trouble absorbing what the man was saying. His speech patterns and streams of thought seemed to jump around erratically, in a way that made him seem almost... inhuman. Yet, what the femboy was picking up, fascinated him. He had never imagined he would ever get a chance to talk to someone who worked on the Algorithm... Nor had even really considered there might still be people who did. Being called 'beautiful' so flatly, had also risen a little warmth and a few hairs around the back of his neck. His fear and aversion to this strange character were slowly slipping away.

"What's it like? Being connected to the whole thing?"

Now the man did look up from his drawing. First to catch the sissy's honest, enquiring eyes... and then to stare a little wistfully into the middle-distance. His voice took on a yearning tone, almost spiritual really. As if describing a religious experience that could never really be put into mortal words.

"It's so glorious... So, so magnificent in scale! You can drift out and see just so much information that your mind can barely hold the scope of it... Then zoom in and see and read and understand Every. Tiny. Minutia..."

He reached out his hands, subconsciously... As if trying to grasp and unveil innumerable, invisible strands; floating in the air around him.

"Nothing outside ever seems to come close to the truth afterwards. There's no context. No order. No way to see how every small change affects everything else. The system is so close to perfect... except perfect is not the point. Perfect is a false goal. Perfection is far too brittle."

Jesse felt he was losing his interview-ee. Letting the man disappear into a thread of the indescribable. He tried a different approach, probing a little into the certain imperfections he'd picked up on, in stepping out into the wider world that system controlled. Trying to lever out a reaction.

"So... you know that the rich people sometimes break the rules then? That they ignore what the Algorithm tells them to do."

This did prompt a return to focus in the doctor... But not with anger or denial as the femboy had half expected. Pietre looked out at where Suzy was stamping his small foot at the dog-twins and swishing a thin stick of bamboo he'd found somewhere, through the air. A sly smile came across the man's face as he took in that, and the grand house, and the proud figure looking out from his balcony.

"Balance is what's needed. Order cannot survive alone... it needs some chaos in order to evolve and adapt. Ordered chaos and chaotic order. For both end up in the same place if left unchecked."

"Get off'f each other! That's your sister, you silly pup!" The other sissy's squeaking demands echoed out through the manufactured fog of this lazy, Saturday morning. As did the swish and crack of his makeshift cane as he brought it down across each of their rears.

The speaker carried on impassively, seeming to just absorb that image into his lecture. All things connected, after all. All under the gaze of the Algorithm.

"The system needs to bend like a growing twig, not break like a dying branch. Twist around and spiral onwards. Some people need to believe they are above the system... The system simply accounts for them as well. It has to cater to every desire that could ever be longed for."

He turned back to Jesse, and spoke to him directly. The teen fucktoy feeling like he was being seen through and from above and from inside and from below. Measured in ways that he had yet to even comprehend he had a value. It was deeply unsettling, but somehow reassuring at the same time. As if suddenly any doubts that he fit into a slot in this world were lifted. The wealthy were being manipulated, as much as the rest of them... That was important... That helped his soul. But the thin man kept talking, his tone becoming more detached and robotic with every syllable:

"Resources are produced. Resources are utilised. Resources are recycled. After Mars became unfeasible, maximum efficiency became key... Contentment became key. Without room to expand, we needed time. As much time as possible. Until another answer arrives, or the risks become no longer manageable."

His eyes seemed to go blank for a second, still open... but simply absent of any spark of life within their depths. It lasted barely a moment, but certainly brought back and reinforced all the fears Jesse had felt for this creature, adding a considerable amount more on top. No-one had ever unsettled him as much as this slender, fragile-looking being did.

Until he shook his head... and seemed to return to humanity once more. Running a hand through his tousled black hair as if he had just got lost in a moment of staring at the pretty, little femboy he was sketching.

"Sorry... You are very beautiful." He offered, by way of apology. "May I have a kiss?"

Jesse leaned in quickly to give him a peck on the cheek, more out of a desire to leave quickly than anything else. He scuttled off to catch up with Suzy and the twins... wishing he was as able to shake off that deadpan stare as easily as its owner had.

Chapter 6: Hide and Seek

The little sissy put his eye to a crack in the cupboard door and shivered. He was huddled down in the cramped, dark space and being poked uncomfortably by who knew what invisible objects. A layer of dust over everything tickled his nose, but he had to keep quiet. They were close... very close.

A flash of far-off lightning lit up the sliver of room he could see; including the open door leading out to the corridor. There was a smell of rain on the air, but no splatter against the windows. No, instead there was an almost surreal quiet. A permanent intake of breath, just before the storm. As if carefully designed to instil unease and the pricking of anxious ears to every slight sound and movement.

And there was movement to hear... The soft, shuffling pad of limbs being used in not quite the manner they were built for. A shadow appeared in that doorway, low and hunched. Scanning the room for any hint of something out of place, any sign of the pretty, little creature cowering in his hiding place. Perhaps fifteen minutes before, Jesse had fled along that corridor with such a hound in pursuit. Gripping tightly to Suzy's hand as his guide led them left and right in a dizzying escape through a labyrinth he knew well. It had seemed like they would never be caught, handicapped as their pursuers were by a need to organise four limbs at once. Yet, the beasts and their hunting master were clever... and knew the lay of the land as well. They had cornered their prey... and forced them to split up, as the hosting target acted as bait to allow Jesse to double back.

So now the femboy was alone, and lost within the web of this extensive mansion full of dark corners and dead ends. Plenty of places to hide... but plenty of places to be ambushed from as well. He needed to find Suzy again... this place just did not seem the same without him close by. The shadows seemed longer. The creak of footsteps on a floor above, louder. The game did not seem so much like a game.

He waited another five long minutes after the dog-girl had shuffled out of sight, before tentatively easing the cupboard door open. There had been no further sounds of pursuit anywhere close for a while, though echoes of calling voices could still be heard upstairs. All the rich guests that had stayed the night had seemed to relish the idea of a 'slut-hunt' as an afternoon's entertainment. Delighting in putting on their most sugar-tinted voices as they called out their plans for any runaway little playthings they might find. The slow count to a hundred seemed a long way back now, along with any insinuations that this was 'just a bit of fun'. Jesse felt ancient, primal emotions stirring within his beating heart: of being a small mammal scurrying between the gazes of endless predators. It sent goosebumps rippling along his every slender limb. Every swish of his skirt seeming louder than it had any right to be. He planted every bare foot with precious care, not daring to risk bumping into anything amongst this manufactured darkness.

So it was with abject horror that he watched a spark of orange light burst into being, not five foot from where he froze up. That small flicker at the end of her smoking stick was enough to bring the sharp features of Lady Francine into stark relief. Seated as she was, quite calmly, in a large, high-backed chair directly opposite his hiding place. One leg leisurely draped across the other, offering tantalising glimpses up her tight, black dress.

"Found you..." She offered, with the smile of crocodile leather.

The sissy had no idea how she could have come to be there. The room had definitely been empty when he first arrived, and he'd barely spent a second without his eyes pinned to the only doorway. Somehow she must have moved with such speed and silence in those tall, thin stilettos upon her feet as to not leave any trace his ears could pick up. He was as impressed as he was terrified by the woman's unfathomable abilities. No-one else but Madame Stanfield had made such an impression upon him so quickly. Yet... there still might be a chance: She was sat down... and the door was closer...

He got about three steps before a figure blocked out that glimmer of hope. The lord of this manor himself, Suzy's Daddy, stepped into the light from the corridor... dashing all dreams of escape. Somehow, over the entire course of his being here... Jesse had avoided coming anywhere so close to the man as this. However, he was now, at last, well and truly in the hands of his host. The man took hold of his shoulders quite gently, but turned him around and pushed him back towards the centre of the room. Back towards the lap of the waiting Lady. Behind them, the door creaked closed. Then shut, with a finality undoubtable.

Chapter 7: Between Vice and Fire

"So you're another of dearest Vicky's new pupils, are you?"

The woman looked down upon Jesse from above the towering pinnacles of her magnificent, nyloned legs. He had been promoted to his knees before her by just the lightest placement of Suzy's Daddy's hands upon his shoulders. But, to be quite honest... his innermost instincts would likely have dropped him grovelling down before such a creature, anyway. Slowly, he was realising that some people just seemed to exude an invisible aura of power over submissive sluts like him. That they didn't need to ask or pay for his devoted obedience... they simply never even questioned that he would offer it up. Both these figures standing over him had it... and he was now trapped between them in a locked, shadowy room. The mere pressure of their presences making his leaden limbs tremble.

"Umm... Vicky?" He offered, hearing the squeaking timidity in his own voice, but also the absolute need to give an answer when directly questioned.

"Oh, of course... she would just be 'Madame' to you... Victoria Stanfield was one of my seniors back in school, you know. Who do you think recommended Graham here send his delightful little toy along? I know a plaything with potential when I see one."

She leaned forward and tucked the end of her smoking stick under the sissy's chin. Making him tilt it upwards, and then left and right for her to better peruse his face. The heat from its glowing tip came very close to the skin of his throat, and the trailing braids of his hair... but never quite touched either. The precise and steady movements of her long, slender fingers gave Jesse the impression that she could wield that thing like a surgeon did a scalpel... and the only way she would ever burn him with it; would be if she wanted to...

"And you're especially special... aren't you? There's something there that everyone can see, but no-one can Quite. Put. A. finger on..."

She spoke those last few words in staggered accentuation, tapping that stick either side of Jesse's face with each carefully timed beat... until at last gently bouncing its still lit end against his nose. The sissy flinched back afterwards, just on instinct... but quickly realised it hadn't hurt. All she had done was leave a little, black smudge of soot upon the end of his nose. He wrinkled it curiously at what trick she had pulled to achieve that... but she had moved her attention on to the man that held him, speaking over his head to one whose opinion actually mattered.

"A fluke, do you think... Or a trial of something new? If this is the start of a new line of product we shall have to move fast and secure some..."

Suzy's Daddy stroked his chin thoughtfully, but then shook his head. Squeezing the shoulder of Jesse's he still held, quite tightly. As if testing the tenderness of his meat.

"Hmm... I haven't heard anything from our voices in the Homes. Each and every generation gets a little more docile, generally. We know this. Do you really think there's such a difference in this one? It seems to be lagging far behind mine in training, if you ask me..."

Jesse blanched a little in embarrassment at this assessment. Somehow, being considered a lesser fucktoy out loud stung right to the heart of him... Even if it was by a man who scared his bones cold. In finally losing his virginity, he felt he had achieved something. Earned some pride as a plaything... Or perhaps just could not bare the thought of falling short of anyone's expectations.

Lady Francine just chuckled though, leaning back in her chair. "That's because you fail to discern obedience from submissive quality. You want everyone to leap at your command without a second thought... missing out on all the fun that comes when a little bottom goes looking for a smack! Which is, of course... why you come to me for opinions. Is it not?"

The owner of the house smiled and nodded. A polite and agreeing expression that nonetheless never seemed to reach his eyes.

"That is true, my dear Lady... I relent... I shall do a little digging and see if anything comes up in the records. Ask our good friend the doctor. Perhaps it is just a new mix of hormones... You know how the Algorithm does like to play with its chemistry set."

Chapter 8: A Damsel Forever, or Servile Prodigy?

Jesse had been on his knees and under tension too long. Talked over and about by these two characters who made even the normal echelon of privileged and domineering rich folk seem approachable.

All this talk of 'product lines' and 'voices in the Homes' would have been unsettling enough... Even if you weren't acutely aware that you were the 'product' they were speaking about. Everyone knew that the big corporations effectively owned the kids who were raised in their buildings, fed from their automated farms and sent to work in their offices. Everyone knew that the Algorithm was always experimenting, just a little, with how it shaped the way you grew up and learned your place. But to be here, in the very home of one of those big players. Listening to them single you out and turn you over like some momentarily fascinating defect that had fallen off the conveyer belt...

It made the sissy shiver from head to toe with goose pimples. They didn't even care that he was overhearing them discuss subtle espionage and ways they might gain some ever-so-slim advantage over their competition. He was too small to matter. He was a toy. Pinned between two people who owned the whole factory.

"Ummm..."

He heard himself squeak... before he could get anywhere close to stopping himself. As two surprised and interested pairs of eyes locked on to him in morbid curiosity over what he could possibly have to say that would dare him to interrupt. It wasn't a surge of self-confidence that did it, certainly... The effeminate boy immediately wished he could just dissolve into the floorboards. Yet the damage had already been done. He had to say something.

"C-can I g-go... and f-find Suzy... maybe?"

The Lady before him smiled... apologetically, but condescendingly. Her voice taking up very much the tone of one talking to a pretty, but empty-headed little plaything.

"Well... no, cutie. We were playing a game... and you got caught... So you have to accept what comes of that! Else what's the point?"

She fluttered her long eyelashes, as if indicating that this was just another dainty life-lesson that they were trying to impart upon their cornered, young slut. Because it was important that he learned it.

"Besides..." Came the deeper rumble of Suzy's Daddy. "I don't think that sweet child of mine will be much use to you at the moment... Last we saw, my brother's hounds were taking a little revenge on her for all those new, red stripes she'd given them across their rears."

He paused for a second, but then seemed to feel he needed to justify this further: "I don't normally let the animals use such an expensive chew toy... But on special occasions it's good to let her know that a whip is to be used responsibly. Suzy's been rather full of herself this week... I think me letting her buy you got her far too overexcited."

Jesse looked downtrodden. Imagining his friend being cornered and set upon somewhere by those two animalistic blondes. He'd been unable not to note the penis that one of them carried. It was really quite large. Not that he thought that would bother Suzy much... The other sissy was so much more practised at all this...

Something clicked inside the kneeling femboy. His embarrassment and indignation at being placed on such a pedestal and yet told how far behind he was all the time came rushing back. If he was such an especially special fucktoy... Why did he keep needing to be rescued and looked after and patronised all the time? Betsy and George and now Suzy and all his friends in class... All of them would bend over backwards to look after his precious little ass and feelings! Another sissy who he had only just met, really... had given up so, so much just so he could lose his virginity in the kindest way possible. Whilst him and most of the other trainee slutwives had presumably just had theirs taken, months ago... by the natural order of things! Why did they all think he was so special?! So delicate and frail and pretty and pathetic?! If he was going to be used as nothing but a set of warm holes for the rest of his life, didn't he need to start standing on his own two feet for that?!

... The sissy felt wretched for being such a damsel and a burden. He had never imagined that that would be the effect he had on those around him. Those he loved. He just didn't see what everyone else saw in him... But, if he was ever going to live up to the sacrifices they'd made...

The words came to his brightly-painted lips easily. Because of course they would. They were the words of a slutwife:

"In that case... Errm... Sir and Ma'am... How may I service you?"

Chapter 9: A Second Entrant

Jesse found the chemical taste of silicon filling his mouth. A material that was becoming increasingly familiar to him... though he had never had it delivered in quite this fashion before.

Lady Francine had drawn the faux phallus from a drawer in a polished oak half-cabinet at the side of the room. Her target had caught a glimpse of an entire array of sizes laid out within, and had been rather glad she kindly picked out one from somewhere in the middle. He wondered just how many of the countless rooms in this house had a selection of sex toys always ready at hand? Of course... the likely answer was obvious. The tremendously sleek woman stepped one stilettoed foot then the other through the straps of the device, pulling it up and tightening it in a way that declared she did this often and regularly. Seeing her standing over him with that black, rubber pillar emerging from between her legs... Jesse had to agree the darkly, glistening thing suited her more than his fleshy version ever seemed to have done him. It simply demanded to be licked and worshipped... Without her needing to command or gesture at all.

Behind... Jesse felt the change in airflow as the hem of his skirt was pulled up and those borrowed panties tugged downward. He'd forgotten he was even wearing them until he'd lost their protection and felt the soft cotton tangling his knees together. Underwear was such a luxury now, and one he was sure he shouldn't get used to. He didn't want to look back and see what was coming, the small click of a bottle of lubricant opening telling him everything he needed to know about Suzy's Daddy's intentions. Luckily the customer in front of him was offering plenty of distraction. She shoved her plastic appendage deep down his throat without a second's hesitation. Trusting that a student of her old friend's school would know how to relax his muscles and catch a breath when he could.

Fellatio was fast becoming the subject of his education that Jesse had most faith in his natural talent for. After Whitney's harsh lesson and Silvertongue's words of praise... he had actually taken the time to practise a little every evening, on whichever of Betsy's dildos she wasn't using at the time. The comforting taste of her past juices helping to overcome any vestigial hints of gag reflex that the Algorithm's engineering had left in his genetics. He was pretty sure he could suffer through holding at least a medium-sized length of flesh or rubber in there all day, if needs be; breathing through his nose... He'd heard a couple of classmates whispering that a senior had let slip that that was one of the esteemed oral teacher's favoured homework assignments-

The invasion came. Just as he was completing that thought as an alternative direction of focus. Once again the sissy felt his tight sphincter being forced open by a slab of twitching, swollen humanity. The cold, goopy sense of excess lubricant dribbling down towards his ballsack helped... but could not overcome the fact that this was only the second time that particular entrance to him had ever been utilised. The old man was clearly a good inch or so longer and wider than his possibly re-adopted son/daughter. Jesse was fairly certain that any rich person who wasn't born particularly blessed in that department swiftly got a few surgeries to amend that... You wouldn't want to be smaller than the 'help' after all. Still, the femboy-on-all-fours was determined to take all of it, without complaint. He wasn't a virgin any more. He didn't need rescuing. If Suzy could take this lump into his rectum, day after day... and only keep coming back for more. Then, as his friend and newly anointed lover: Jesse owed it to him to share the experience. That was the thought that kept circling around his head anyway, as the thing pushed further and further in. I can do this for Suzy! I can do this because of Suzy's help!

And it did help. After an age and turn of the earth... The sissy felt a pair of testicles resting against the back of his own. He felt his inner passages adjusting to a hardened, throbbing visitor, even as his gullet was similarly occupied. Far above, the two people buried in him seemed to be having some further conversation... but he was far too fully occupied to be able to comprehend the noises. All he could hear was his heartbeat in his ears and the gurgle of his intestines wondering who this exciting new visitor was. When the pair of them both began moving at the same time... he very nearly blacked out. The intensity of feeling was dizzying and overwhelming. Still, he gripped the carpet tightly and held on as both of them started sliding out... and in... and out... and in. Pink spots appeared in his vision and silly strings of words like: 'they call this being spitroasted... I'm being spittyroaded... like Cooky's favourite pig...' span in circles round his mind. He considered it was possible he wasn't quite so good at getting all the oxygen his body needed, after all. But couldn't exactly put his hand up and ask for a time out.

Their pace was increasing all the time, as things loosened... his grip on reality and the carpet none the least. His little frame felt like it was beginning to float upwards on the combined force of their friction alone. He thought he heard them laughing... and had a great urge to join in... only to remember he couldn't. The sensation of those little rings of muscle between his perky, bouncing asscheeks; opening and closing. Opening and closing. It started to send delightful spikes of pleasure up his spine. Not the sweet, releasing feeling of Betsy suckling at his cock... but an opposite, ever-building sense of deep, internal gratification. There was a certain feeling he'd had when Suzy was fucking him that had faded and been forgotten almost as soon as the other sissy had pulled free of him. Only here it was again, powerful and all-consuming. Jesse only wished he could moan it out aloud, past this thing he was determinedly still sucking.

They must have switched places at some point... because the taste changed. But the effeminate plaything was far too delirious by then to pay any attention. He was lost in the simplicity of his existence and purpose as two tight, soft openings for this master and mistress to pour themselves into. All else was just white noise and pointless complication.

Chapter 10: Escorted Back

Jesse woke up to a feeling of gentle motion. His face felt glued to the leather of what he quickly worked out was the backseat of a car. As soon as he began to stir, a face swam into view barely inches from his own. Suzy's brows were knitted together with worry so tightly it was easy to imagine he had just been staring at his friend for any sign of life for the last hour or so.

"Oh, Jesse! You're awake!" The other sissy burst forward and smothered him with kisses, giving little chance for the bleary waker to shake his head or return them.

"Daddy and Lady Francine said you fainted... but wouldn't tell me how it happened! Are you alright?! Did they... do anything to you?!"

He was clearly genuinely concerned for his companion's wellbeing... but something about the way he asked that last question made Jesse pause. Even as a sharp, stinging ache in his rectum and raw, scraped feeling in the back of his throat reminded him what had happened. For better or worse... he didn't really want to tell his large-breasted friend that they had both fucked him completely unconscious. There was that oddly defensive, jealous side to Suzy that he could never quite predict. Would he be angry that another femboy had been fucked by his precious Daddy... or upset that his efforts to gently ease a fellow slut into the true use of his back passage, had not lasted very long at all? In some ways, Jesse's thoughts had cleared out and felt sharper right now than they had for a long time. His vision of himself and those around him: more defined and filled out. He would make no mention of what had happened in that room, if he could help it.

"I'm... okay. Really. How did I get here? Where are we going?"

Steering the conversation away... he was genuinely curious how they seemed to have ended up sliding through the city in that sleek vehicle once more. He wiped the side of his mouth and found a streak of smeared lipstick.

"Oh, Driver carried you out from the couch where they'd left you. We're taking you home... Number 23, right?"

Jesse nodded. Home 23. Back where Betsy would surely be anxiously waiting. He would have to tell her what had happened... that was sure. He'd never been able to lie to those eyes. The boyslut looked across at the friend who had drawn him away into his world of luxurious mansions and parties full of beautiful, terrible people. All out of love and a desire to protect him. It hadn't quite worked out like that... but he couldn't blame Suzy for trying. The pretty, privileged creature was fast becoming one of the most naive, but lovable people that he had ever met. Knowing now, just a little of what the other sissy had to deal with each and every day... Jesse could only be more marvelled by what a wonderful person he was.

He lunged forward and bowled the blonde miracle over onto the rest of the car seat. If this was going to be their last chance before school on Monday... he didn't want to waste a single second not kissing those soft and quivering lips. He had learned a lot in the last few days... but the most important lesson was obvious:

His heart beat so much faster, when this cutey who'd taken his virginity was around.

Chapter 11: Home at Last

"You're back!"

Betsy threw her arms around him as soon as he stepped through the door, crushing the smaller sissy against her chest. He let himself be scooped up and squeezed, feeling his heeled feet leave the floor a little. Some of his slender bones might well have been cracking under the pressure of that hug... but he understood it was a necessary sacrifice.

"I was so worried! When you didn't come home from school... and then I saw your little heartbeat fluttering on all the bio-monitors... Someone bought you... didn't they? I was watching your collar the whole time!"

From the look and smell of her, Jesse could tell she wasn't lying. Heavy bags hung under both her eyes and her hair was stuck out in a halo of strange angles. Had she stayed up all night? Just watching what limited data flowed out from his body and imagining what that meant unknown strangers were doing to him? With his face buried between her tits, the femboy was suffused with the scent of sweat and... other fluids seeping out from her. He didn't mind though. All shades of Betsy were known to him. They were just the comforting musks of home. Being wrapped in her soft flesh once more just reminded him of how odd it had been to spend two days and a night without being so. He didn't exactly feel guilty for leaving her behind without even a message... It was something he truly believed she'd need to get used to... But he was glad to be back again. Whoever else might be becoming important in his life... this was his best friend.

He told her everything, start to finish, as they lay together under blankets on his bed. She gasped and sucked air through teeth as he unveiled the hidden lives of those on top of the world. Her hands reaching around to grasp his cock as she did so, as if just holding onto that little thing gave her some sense of comforting control over him and the events that had swept him away from her. When he got to the part where Suzy had claimed his virginity; and all the complicating emotions he had over why the other sissy had done it; She squeezed her fist so tightly around his hairless balls it almost hurt... But at the same time he could feel her other hand rustling behind him as she masturbated herself into a froth. From lying in similar closeness through enough of her choices in pornographic entertainment, Jesse knew the idea of him being born down upon by another pretty and effeminate young creature would get her near openly salivating. However, he could also feel the tenseness in her at any hint of further feelings toward Suzy he himself was still trying to work out the depths of. He tried to skirt the issue as much as possible... but she knew him better than that. They both knew it.

When it came to being pinned between Suzy's Daddy and Lady Francine... he didn't have much clear description to give. But Jesse gave as much as he could. It felt good to unravel the experience with a warm, soft body wrapped around his... catching the drifts of how he slowly grew an erection in describing his time upon his knees, being looked down upon and trapped like a mouse in a jam jar. The whole situation had been mind-erasingly terrifying... Yet still he held onto the pride he had felt at dealing with it on his own, rather than needing to be rescued. It was hard to explain how he felt it had been both the scariest and most freeing moment in all his eighteen years of life... as if that had been the real instant his innocence was taken and all the pent up nerves and fear wiped away. Who knew what the future might hold for him and his apparently highly-desirable backside? But now he could face it in the confidence that this was not his first time being violated at either end.

By the time the story was finished... Jesse realised that Betsy had fallen asleep. Her tiredness catching up with her along with the relief of having her favourite cuddly toy returned. The femboy found he couldn't drift off quite yet though... the peaks and troughs of physicality and emotion he had experienced coming back to him time and again. Eventually... he couldn't resist it any longer... He reached out toward his bedside table and pulled out one of the precious items he stored within.

As night fell and the city outside slowed down to just its lower level of catcalls and hubbub, the soft sounds of caught breaths and fleshy squelches filled the room. That little training plug that Suzy had first given him popped in... and out. In... and out.

Chapter 12: Congratulations

"Well first of all... I believe we have some congratulations to give? Jesse, would you like to come up here?"

The sissy really didn't want to... but Miss Daisy's gentle insistence was enough to force the matter. He shuffled up to stand next to her, digging a toe into the classroom floor and playing nervously with the hem of his skirt.

"Over the weekend, this little cutie finally lost his anal virginity... and for quite a handsome sum, I might add! Can we all give him a round of applause for saving himself for so long and then taking such a major part in all of your responsibility towards funding the school?"

It was possible Jesse had never gone so red in his often blushing life... as a polite, but earnest clatter of hands went around the room. All those eyes were on him, and he could feel many of them openly undressing him as they imagined being the lucky one who had claimed such a trophy. All except Suzy, of course... who had also gone distinctly red. Though he was clearly trying to appear supportive and blend in all the while.

The pregnant teacher made no mention of who had bought that honour, though she did offer what might have been a knowing look in the other sissy's direction. She also continued to hold Jesse out in ever-growing embarrassment as his experience became a teaching point:

"Now, I know that still leaves just a couple of you with various orifices untouched... Why some sponsors insist on keeping their playthings 'pure', when they know it will only hamstring your training in that direction... I do not know. But you are to be their property... so I have no doubts you will abide by the rules they set. However, whenever such a late bloomer finally earns their first little bellyful of baptisement... It is all our duty to help them catch up with what practice they've missed! So I advise all of you who have something to offer... to make sure dear Jesse receives it sometime this week. Do I make myself clear?"

Now the femboy at the front of class went a little pale... as this proclamation was met by a much more enthusiastic response. He didn't know which was worse as he was finally allowed to reclaim his seat: Fran and Lizzy's encouraging smiles, or Suzy's defensive glares toward all the world at large. The other sissy reached out below their desks and grasped his thigh in an iron grip... as if never planning to let go.

Over lunch, they told the other two the truth... much to the immediately-voiced jealousy of Fran.

"You bought him?! That's not fair at all! Why didn't the Algorithm grow me a big fat cock and a richer-than-god father... So I could screw his pretty, little brains out?!"

Lizzy seemed more just wistfully curious, than anything.

"What does it feel like? To be inside him?... I bet it's really soft... and warm..."

Suzy did his best to describe the experience to them... relieved that at least these two were not an immediate threat of invasion into his already marked territory; and clearly actually happy to be able to boast about it a little. All of which only gave Jesse more humiliating discomfort. Though he smiled when they turned to him and returned the regular squeezes of his deflowerer's hand, which they had kept clasped together under the table.

He was trapped between two minds... both incredibly self-conscious about how gainly they were all discussing the private intimacies of his and Suzy's act; and wishing that these other fucktoys, to whom receiving penises had by now become just about as common as breathing, would stop making such a big deal about it. Didn't this just make him one of them now? A stray glance away from the next stranger sliding their way right up inside of him...

The thought made him shiver... but he didn't think it was with fear.

Chapter 13: Rule 17

"Slut etiquette rule 17: 'A Slutwife's hands and eyes should always be straying. It can never be too obvious what you are. Because even if a little teasing can't be charged for now, the potential for gaining extra customers later is vast."

Mr Durren's voice droned on through the summer afternoon heat. Frankly it was amazing how he could even make an instruction to constantly be semi-molesting strangers seem slightly dull. He pulled out Lizzy and a couple of phallus-sporting classmates to show the multiple scenarios where a subtle application of the back of one's hand could arouse everyone around you. Along with less surreptitious applications of a bold slut's behind to bump against a potential customer, even when they were currently with a spouse or lesser plaything. Judging from the tent forming in his own trousers... Lizzy was taking to his instructions very well. Jesse could very much believe that any other man would have been unable to resist bending the little gold-skinned creature over a table then and there, losing track of the lesson entirely. But this stoic old gentleman had been teaching teenage sluts how to prostrate themselves properly for decades... He made do with whispering in her ear a command to stay late after class for some 'additional pointers'.

Thus the remaining three had to wave goodbye to her early as the bell rang, skipping the recommended tangle of tongues as her mouth was very quickly otherwise occupied. Though it turned out Franceska herself had already earned a detention for trading a quickie for a cigarette on the very boundary of the school-grounds that morning. Apparently that 'went against the intentions of the free-to-use policy' by inviting unrelated workmen across the boundary... and that 'A slutwive's lips are for sucking upon cocks, not cancer-sticks'. She seemed to be anticipating a significant whipping from Ms Julian with customary nonchalance, joking that at least she'd be instructed how to hobble home sexily afterwards...

Which left just Suzy and Jesse, once again... walking hand in hand through the sun-drenched corridors. Nothing was said, as they meandered along, but there was an overflowing sense of a lot being communicated. Really, they had spent most of the day with just that quiet connection of skin. A strangely quiet and gently symbolic gesture that neither had actually decided to do, but which they were very much now loathe to break. Something new was definitely there, between them... though neither school-owned sextoy knew exactly what it was supposed to be. Jesse leant his head against his companion's shoulder, just for a moment or two; and the other sissy returned the gesture. That was important... though they couldn't keep it up as they reached the top of the stairs. It put a smile on both their lips that it would take several chisels to remove.

When they got to their lockers in the entrance hall, the normal hustle and bustle of slutwives-to-be changing and kissing their goodbyes was in full flow. Without much of a thought, Jesse slipped out of his skirt and blouse, quite used to getting undressed here by now. What he completely failed to notice... was the general quieting of voices and change of atmosphere as he freed his slender frame from its coverings. Where before he might have always been the target of more than a few surreptitious glances, Miss Daisy's announcement that morning had brought him to the forefront of an entire class of teenage sex fiends... all of whom spent most of the day tickling the edges of their own particular fetishes. A gaggle of submissive little playthings they might be... but the urge to reach out and grasp at one of their own was not precluded by that. He was soft and pretty and shy. Just the kind of echoing soul they could feel safe in approaching, and convince themselves it was all just to aid with his studies. Such was always the way that those naturally prey could feel predatory.

Chapter 14: A Kindly Offer

The first to pluck up the courage was a very short hermaphrodite of presumably Indian descent, but with a bleached-white shock of bobbed hair. She wandered over clasping one arm anxiously at the elbow by the other. Yet her rather impressively straining erection gave away exactly what had driven her forward. Anita, no... Binita was her name, Jesse thought. Turning around at her polite, little cough to find her so close that his own drooping excuse of a manhood was almost touching hers.

"Ahem... Err hi... Um, Jesse... Hi... Well done on losing your... you know... ummm"

The sissy shuffled awkwardly himself. Making a fine, blushing dance between the two of them. He struggled to look her in the eye... but if he didn't all he could stare at were a pair of perky brown tits, or that twitching penis below. It was... bigger than Suzy's, and yet somehow seemed feminine in the way it smoothly curved up out from between her labia. The mind of a newly christened sextoy couldn't help but jump toward considering whether it might taste or feel different, sliding its way into his...

She kept talking, clearly just trying to fill this void that seemed to contain every ear in the room, listening intently. "Sooo... Miss Daisy said we should... um... help you... and I was wondering if maybe-?"

That was as far as she got, before there was a blur of movement separating the two of them. Suzy was suddenly there, reaching out to grab the head of the girl's cock... not tightly, but sternly and dismissively. An obvious act of simply removing the thing from Jesse's vicinity. The other femboy seemed to stare this trespasser down with razor intensity for half a minute before he could even find the words to get rid of her.

"No!... I mean... Me and Jesse had already arranged for me to 'help' him... today. Right Jesse?"

The target of two affections felt a little guilty to be put upon the spot like that... He didn't want to seem rude to this other classmate who had plucked herself up to come and ask. And that little itch of curiosity within him at the thought of learning how any one phallus might differ from another was only growing. But... Suzy was waiting pleadingly for his support. He couldn't let that beautiful creature down. Jesse gave a little half-nod and apologetic smile to this new propositioner.

She tried to take that in stride... avoiding the burning glare of one sissy as she continued speaking to the other.

"Oh, okay! That's fine... Maybe tomorrow then? Or whenever... I'd just really like to, um, help."

She had already started to turn around and leave... but it seemed like Suzy suddenly had something to prove. He kept hold of her penis for a moment, as if forgetting he had a grip on it. While at the same time pushing his body in close behind Jesse's. The set upon femboy had just about time to ask:

"Suzy what are you-?"

Before he found himself pressed up tightly against the cold glass of his locker's mirror and recognising the unmistakable sensation of his friend lining up a swollen bellend against his sphincter. He barely had time to doubt that Suzy would really just stick it in here and now... before it happened! He was left panting and holding on to the shaking and clattering locker door as the other sissy began thrusting with all that jealous and defensive energy that had clearly overwhelmed him. Jesse couldn't help but feel like the fact that the other slut had purchased his first time had now set a precedent he might not be able to escape. Yet, he too had felt the urge to have that cock inside him again, simmering just beneath their every touch. He just had not even imagined that it might happen in a busy entrance hall, surrounded by their watching peers.

He heard a gasp... and could just about look over his shoulder to glimpse Binita. Suzy still had some loose grip on the tip of her cock, yet she had only joined that touch with a double-fisted grasp of her own. It had been obvious she was already at her wits end of horniness before approaching... Jesse wondered if she had been edging herself onwards toward that decision ever since the morning announcement. Now stood here, on the sidelines... even as she witnessed someone else earning her wish... The gender-straddling slut couldn't help but join in and acquire some relief.

All around them, at the edges of his vision... the femboy observed a similar widening of knees and stroking of clothing. They were all trainee fucktoys after all. Pumped full of hormones, mood-adjusters and aphrodisiacs then sent to sit and stumble around each other in short, short skirts and lessons on how to please and tease.

As he felt himself approaching a moaning, spurting climax from the friend thrusting through his rectum... Jesse realised that this second week was just going to be the real start of his studies at Stanfield's Academy. They were settled in now. A whole class at the ready to spread apart their smart, black heels. This would not be the last time he found himself being fucked before them all... Nor would Suzy be able to hold sole claim to that joy for long. This was his life now. He may as well just arch his back and enjoy it. A spray of milky-white fluid flew out across the dappled sunlight... and he couldn't even tell if it was his or someone else's.

Chapter 15: A Sissy Well Practised

Jesse looked at himself in the wardrobe mirror, measuring the lines and curves of change he could see. Six months. It had been six long months since he had started at Stanfield's academy, and already he was finding it hard to remember life before he had become a trainee slutwife.

His body had altered, subtly but surely over the course of his studies. Where he had always been wiry and slender, certain places had softened up a little... and curved out. His calves and thighs taking on smoother slopes up towards his widened hips. His perky, little buttocks sticking out as if they remembered all the thousand-and-one times they'd been spanked, and were just asking for another. His shoulders sloping more gently backwards, shaped by half a year of good-posture lessons... and the little bit of extra weight they now had to carry:

The sissy scooped together those two, small mounds of flesh upon his chest and wondered if it would count as a cleavage yet? They weren't exactly breasts just yet... certainly not compared to Suzy's magnificent set... or even Lizzy's tender offerings. Subtle, was clearly the algorithm's operative word for him after all. But they were his sensitive little buddings... and he loved them. This was his body now, growing ever more fit to serve its purpose. What could he possibly dislike about that?

He hooked in a pair of jewelled earrings... another present from Suzy after the other femboy had persuaded him to let them pierce his ears at their last sleepover. The dangling, silver things came with a matching necklace as well. It would seem Daddy's memory that his pet had forgone all his or her allowance a while back, had slipped away completely. The rich had such a shallow pool of remembrance for money and promises... that was something he'd learned well by now. There were the last few transactions they'd made printed proud and bold, then just an endless soup of purchases they were no longer interested in.

He tied up his long hair into two neat, symmetrical buns today. Quirky but provocative. The sort of thing that made people want to reach out and pat him on the head. It had taken a long while, but he finally felt he'd mastered all of Mrs Durren's catalogue of 'approved hairstyles'... Though he was sure she'd have come up with something even more complicated by the time their next 'hair and face' lesson came around. The difference between learning to be a first class slutwife and any other general fucktoy, was becoming more apparent every day. As he struggled to get a grasp on looks and outfits specifically catered to draw out his 'unique inner beauty'; while still passing Claire in the corridor dragging herself off to work with her bangs still glued together by the remains of yesterday's rigours. It was hard not to feel a little pride in how much effort he put in to appear as pick-up-and-screwable as possible, each and every day.

Especially as his keenest adviser in that regard wasn't much use in the mornings at the moment. Betsy snored away behind him, the large swelling at her front obvious even under all those blankets. Her sessions at the centre were a lot more lenient now, considering the main goal had clearly been a success. She still had to go in to provide some 'entertainment' for those particularly fond of rubbing up against a big round belly, or ever-growing pair of extra-sensitive breasts; but all that was reserved for afternoon sessions.

Of course that meant Jesse had a more fully awake and rampantly horny best friend to deal with every evening... but he didn't mind. They fell asleep together in the same bed pretty much every night these days, and he kissed that bump goodbye every morning. There was still a chance it was his, after all... though the idea that someone like him could be a father seemed fairly ridiculous at this point. He was sure some larger-penised stud had flushed out his meagre offering from her uterus almost immediately. That very thought almost exciting him a little as he had it. He caught himself daydreaming about such humiliating comparisons more and more these days... Was it the increased winter dosages the algorithm put in their food? He'd been told the cheery Christmas delirium that all the Home-raised teens seemed to share was just a side effect of all those little mood-boosters supposed to counteract the cold and gloomy months. Still, that didn't change the fact that you steadily woke up with more of a smile upon your face and a skip in your step as winter wore on.

Talking of the weather... he needed to get dressed. Slipping one leg and then the other into his crotchless, white-cotton legwarmers. Those and a small sweater were the only concessions made to Stanfield's official uniform over the colder period. Still, they kept the worst of it away, and though it left his little cock and balls to shrivel up under that short, short skirt... The sissy wasn't sure he'd be able to feel comfortable having them constrained by something even thin and lacy anymore. It would feel so strange and constricting compared to his usual exposure. He slipped his feet into the tall, black heels with their needle-thin points and looked around to check he had everything. His little bag of makeup and necessities was tucked under one arm... and he headed out toward another day of slutty education.

Chapter 16: Among the Lost and Bored

Jesse walked through the city streets, making sure to wiggle his hips correctly and enjoying the slightly-swaying bounce that gave his view on the world. Every step in his beautiful, black heels had to be placed carefully... Else he'd end up toppling knees over ears in an embarrassing and most definitely not-sexy, little heap. Yet somehow he had grown to love the self-conscious, luxuriant sense of awareness that gave his every walk through the hustle and bustle of a chilly, fall morning.

Lifted up to balance precariously between all the comers and goers of just another change of shifts between the day-walkers and night-denizens of Residential District 23. He couldn't help but feel the eyes of every passing stranger slide up and down his put-very-much-on-display body. Even at a glance, they all knew what he was. What he was for. Something in that made the young sissy feel like he fit into the complex ecosystems here more than he ever had growing up. Every time the tight collar around his neck gave a slight buzz to indicate someone had looked him up and bought a subscription to all the candid photos of him that were available there... It sent a thrill right to the centre of his little heart. You could get addicted to counting those subtle, notifying vibrations throughout the day. Feel your mood rise or fall just on whether it seemed like today you were more or less popular than yesterday... and then lie awake at night imagining all those invisible strangers who might be playing with themselves right at that second, staring at an image of your milky curves.

When he arrived at the Maglev station there was already the usual crowd of fellow commuters clogging up the platforms. He had begun to recognise a lot of the regular faces that joined him in this daily ritual... Along with the groping touch of many of their hands. It was a casual, warming experience to wander between those bodies. Sensing one palm after another give a little pat or squeeze under the front or back of his skirt. The confidence of all those involved had only increased over the months as he himself became more of a known quality; along with the fact that he did not yet have a specific and possibly jealously-defensive owner.

Having such a highly-tiered slutwife come from and through this neighbourhood was still quite the rarity, after all. Most of the other playthings and fucktoys that took this route were much more run-of-the-mill office furniture, and Jesse often caught them giving him slightly-irritated looks... Despite possibly enjoying a distraction away from their own constant molestations. It seemed strange to the still very much a schoolboy: that if he'd been rated 3rd tier or below he'd be almost completely done with his training by now... and already picked up in some corporate bulk-purchase towards whatever subsidiary company he'd be serving and entertaining for the rest of his life. Lost in the great swathes of middle class population who had little better to do with their time than work a job that visibly achieved nothing and take out the frustrations of that on the handily provided lumps of submissive flesh.

Fran had once described the whole thing as 'creches for the infinite supply of middle-aged perverts'... and it was true: If you were not born into one of the later generations of increasingly subservient Home kids, it seemed like all the Algorithm could think to do with you was stick you in one building or another with enough of said human playthings to stave off boredom. Sure, there was still an endless market for one side of the cities to produce luxuries and distractions aimed loosely toward the other, and vice versa... But it all seemed to become a morass of overtrodden cliches and forever-stalled projects as the coding and marketing teams got fed up with each other and went back to fucking the twenty-something tied up in the corner. At least, that was the way Betsy presented it to Jesse after her favourite interactive story series of 'Suburban Sissy Diaries' was delayed for the fourth or fifth time.

Nobody was in a rush to get things done anymore... there was just always another day. While checking whether enough other people were complaining about all this on message boards was really the most favoured international pastime. Compared to all that, Jesse was really starting to think he was lucky to have been given such a chance and direction. He understood now: Madame Stanfield's opening speech on perfection. Half-hoping he could hear it again when she welcomed the next class of fresh meat arriving next week. He still had so much left to learn in becoming the most highly-considered fuckmeat available: Cornering his constant self-doubt into an obsession over every little detail in his appearance and the performance of his duties... And every hand that took time to reach down and explore his ass; or informative buzz around his throat; seemed to further validate those efforts.

When the Maglev arrived and the femboy stepped into the carriage, he smiled to see Mrs Mullally waiting there. The old lady who first made him jerk off in front of her when they met all those months ago, had become a common, weekly feature on his journeys into school. She remained a horrible, conniving and foul-mouthed hag who always had some new plan on how to publicly humiliate him... but none of that stopped the delighted-to-see-her smile the femboy offered. She was exactly the sort of mistress he needed to prepare for most, after all. As any good slutwife would.

Chapter 17: A Spank on the Way

Jesse bent forward. Bracing his slender hands upon his knees against the gentle sway of the Maglev. From here he could look the seated Mrs Mullally in the eye and meet her smile, as the old lady watched what was occurring behind him with salivating interest. The first blow came swiftly; the snap of palm meeting cotton echoing around the fascinated carriage. The sissy felt the sharp, bright sting of initial impact... and the tingling, tender warmth that rushed to the surface afterwards. Both were familiar to him now. It would seem his perky, little ass had some unknown quality that just demanded it be spanked, making that by far and away the most cheap and common service that was demanded of him in public. The insulating, white fabric of his legwarmers helped dull the blows a little... but at the same time seemed to just invite the excited participants to hit harder. For without the ability to see the rosy-red prints they were leaving upon his pale skin, they only had his squealing little yelps to gauge by.

So squeak he did, holding no trembling gasp back in fear of sounding timid, frail or effeminate. That was what they wanted, after all... and the song his never-deepened vocal chords were tuned for. The ever-supportive old lady had paid for every single commuter present to have a turn, while she just sat back and enjoyed the show. Jesse braced himself against each flurry, but always returned to that encouragingly proffering position: handing his rear out for those who wished to mark it. After three or four new sets of hands the femboy was beginning to feel quite sore... Yet he never failed to prop himself back up and offer the next inviting little wiggle.

Madame Stanfield had once given one of the senior students permission to utilise the freshman class for her 'performance art piece' in a square near the city centre. He and all his compatriots had been concealed within a large and moulded structure, with only their little bottoms poking out visible. Passers-by were then provided with a variety of different canes and paddles and invited to enjoy some strange mutation on whack-a-mole. Competition had apparently been fierce... yet all the chosen students could see or hear were the tight confines of their own claustrophobic tunnel and the echoing, muffled cries of their fellow targets. The delighted laughter of strangers followed after each unpredictable series of strikes and spanks.

It was there that Jesse really started to realise he quite liked feeling the callous, debasing shock of another human setting about his rear. It was arousing in such a strange way: As they provided such momentary slivers of pain and surprise that you could never quite tell when would be coming. It had been an embarrassing, but deeply personal moment... Cumming in that dark and stifling plastic tube. Aware that no one but him could really know that he had been brought to climax by nothing but those endless blows. When finally they had all been set free for lunch, none of the trainee slutwives mentioned it... but he saw it painted plain on every face: Just another humiliating, little truth about the nature they all together shared. There would never be a complaint at the order to return to their posts, obviously... but an ashamed struggle against eagerness showed bright on several faces.

That had been nearly eight straight hours of on and off abuses. Madame Stanfield herself had come down to admire the glowing backsides of those who had been representing her institution so publicly. She strode straight over and began helping the Senior and Ms Julian apply salves and moisturising ointments. Jesse had felt so terrifyingly honoured to feel those strong and methodical hands massaging and soothing his welts. The woman instilled so intense a fear and respect in him, to be hands-on attending to her property... That he very nearly fainted right into her arms. She smiled at him warmly and applauded all of them for their diligence. Informing all of them that such theatrics reminded the world what made their proud academy so internationally regarded. Then she sent them all home with orders not to pick up any extra clients till tomorrow, for 'Pacing oneself is also an important lesson for any slutwife still learning!' The class as a whole had looked to be glowing with pride from both ends after such a rare allotment of praise. It truly felt like they were a team that had done their school colours some justice, unified in a shared show of fortitude.

So... if Mrs Mullally thought she might win a genuine wince from her favoured early-morning torture-toy; she would need to come up with a better game tomorrow. Jesse smiled ever-especially sweetly at her as his stop arrived and he reached back to untuck his skirt hem. Today was going to be another good day... he could already tell. Wondering what new tricks and tools his teachers might unveil in all the hours ahead?

End Of Part 6

Thank you for reading! Jesse's story will be continued in part 7.

Ever so much love, JerkGently

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