Sex Ed
By Unknown (Name not given).
Mike’s fork hovered mid-air, a mouthful of pasta caught between his teeth. “What for?” he asked, his voice a tad too high.
“It’s a very special sex education class,” Kateryn replied, her tone firm but measured. “For all the 18-year-old girls. And I need some help.”
Mike felt his cheeks heat up like they’d just been slapped with a pair of hot gym socks. “What kind of help?” he sputtered, trying to swallow the mouthful of food that had suddenly turned to sawdust.
“You’ll be my teaching assistant,” Kateryn said with a straight face. She didn’t miss a beat, not even bothering to acknowledge his discomfort. “You know, pass out the handouts, set up the projector, that sort of thing.”
Mike’s mind raced. A sex ed class for 18-year-old girls? This was going to be a disaster. But he figured it couldn’t be that bad. After all, he’d seen enough of his mother’s professional persona at parent-teacher conferences to know she knew how to keep things appropriate. Plus, it wasn’t like he’d be the one discussing the birds and the bees. He’d just be a glorified errand boy. “Okay, I guess,” he mumbled, trying to play it cool.
The evening of the class arrived, and Mike found himself in the school’s largest lecture hall, surrounded by rows of chairs filled with giggling teenage girls, all of them eyeing him curiously. There were almost a hundred of them, a sea of bobbing heads and whispered whispers that seemed to wash over him like a wave of embarrassment. His mother, Kateryn, stood confidently at the front of the room, a white lab coat over her form-fitting dress, looking every bit the composed and knowledgeable biology teacher. He tried to shrink into the shadows of the room, hoping his small size might make him less conspicuous.
As the room quieted down and Kateryn began her presentation, Mike couldn’t help but scan the audience. His eyes landed on Alice, his lesbian best friend, who shot him a wink and a cheeky smile, clearly finding the whole situation as awkwardly amusing as he did. Hina sat a few rows back, her half-Japanese features framed by her straight black hair, her cute, slightly nervous expression making his heart flutter. And then there was Helen, the gothic beauty, who sat in the corner, her piercing blue eyes seeming to bore into him, as if daring him to make a move.
But it was when he spotted Jenna, his secret crush, that his heart skipped a beat. She had her legs crossed, and her short skirt rode up just enough to tease the top of her stockings. Her black hair fell over her eyes, and she chewed on her lower lip as she listened to his mother’s introduction, completely oblivious to Mike’s racing thoughts. She looked so perfect, so untouchable in the soft glow of the room. His palms grew sweaty just thinking about the possibility of her knowing his secret.
“Now, let’s move on to the topic of fetishism,” Kateryn announced, her voice cutting through the tension like a hot knife through butter. She clicked to the next slide, revealing an array of images that made Mike’s stomach churn. “As we know, everyone has their preferences and turn-ons. Some are more… shall we say, unique than others.”
Mike’s eyes darted around the room, watching his classmates’ reactions. Alice leaned back in her chair, arms folded over her chest, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Hina’s cheeks were a deep shade of red, her gaze glued to the floor. Helen’s eyes were wide, a hint of fascination sparkling in the darkness. And Jenna? She looked bored, scrolling through her phone, her perfect breasts shifting slightly with every swipe.
“Some individuals,” Kateryn continued, “find that having a small penis can be a source of arousal, especially when it comes to humiliation play. It’s all about power dynamics and consent, as with any sexual activity.” She paused for a moment, her eyes sweeping over the room as if searching for a reaction. “Now, I’m not saying this is something everyone should explore, but it’s important to understand that no matter the size, every body is valid and can be a source of pleasure for someone.”
Her gaze finally fell on Mike, and his heart stopped. “Mike, would you be so kind as to come up here?” she requested, her voice as calm and professional as ever. “As a biological specimen, of course,” she added with a wink that was lost on no one.
Mike’s legs felt like they were made of jelly as he shuffled to the front of the room. He knew what was coming. He’d seen this look on his mother’s face before – the one that meant she was about to push his boundaries for the sake of education. But he couldn’t have anticipated this.
“As you can see,” Kateryn began, her voice steady and her eyes locked on Mike, “my 18 years-old son is a prime example of someone who falls into the ‘smaller’ category on the penis spectrum. Now, Mike, I know this might be a bit uncomfortable, but I need you to show everyone what we’re discussing.”
Mike’s face was a shade of red that could have rivaled a ripe tomato. He felt his stomach drop to his feet, and his mind was a tornado of panic. He knew he had to do it; after all, it was just biology, right? Just a simple anatomy lesson. He took a deep breath, his eyes darting around the room, searching for a way out that wasn’t there. The room was hot, and the whispers of his classmates felt like a thousand tiny needles pricking at his skin.
“It’s okay, Mike,” Kateryn said, her voice soothing despite the absurdity of the situation. “Remember, this is for science.”
With trembling hands, Mike unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. The room was so silent that the rustle of fabric sounded like a thunderclap. He stepped out of his jeans and boxers, his penis shrinking even further from fear and embarrassment. It was barely four inches when erect, and at that moment, it was a sad, limp excuse for manhood.
Kateryn took a step closer to him, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Remember, son,” she said, her voice a gentle murmur that seemed to echo in the vast space of the lecture hall, “this is all for educational purposes.” She turned to face the audience. “As you can see, Mike’s penis is smaller than average.”
A smattering of giggles erupted from the sea of girls, and Mike’s cheeks burned even hotter. He felt their eyes on him, a mix of curiosity and amusement. Alice’s smirk had grown into a full-blown grin, while Hina buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Jenna’s eyes were glued to her phone, but even she couldn’t resist peeking up, her mouth twitching into a suppressed smile.
“Girls, let’s be mature about this,” Kateryn chastised gently, her eyes sparkling with the thrill of a teacher who had captured her class’s full attention. “Remember, we’re here to learn.” Despite the giggles, her words had the desired effect. The room grew quieter, the energy shifting from embarrassment to anticipation.
Mike’s eyes dropped to the floor, focusing on the array of sandaled feet before him. The sight was strangely calming—the clacking of sandals against the cool tiles, the occasional flash of polished toes peeking out from under chairs. His gaze lingered on a pair of pink thongs that belonged to a girl in the front row. They were adorned with small, silver charms that jingled with every shift of her weight, and his eyes followed the curve of her arch and the smoothness of her skin.
Without warning, a warmth began to spread from his chest to his groin. He felt his penis stir to life, a tiny protest against the embarrassment that had held it captive. The room was hot, and the sight of so many bare legs and painted toes had an unexpected effect on him. He tried to will it away, but it was too late. His cock grew harder. He hoped the darkness of the room would be enough to hide his sudden arousal.
Kateryn noticed the change immediately. Her gaze dropped to his crotch, and she raised an eyebrow. “It seems,” she said, her voice a little too loud in the silence, “that Mike’s body is responding to the topic of the evening. This is quite normal, girls. Hormones can be quite unpredictable.”
Mike’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with horror. He saw the knowing look in his mother’s eyes, the way she was subtly nodding to the front row where the girl with the pink sandals sat. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but instead, he felt his cock twitch again, growing slightly larger under her scrutiny.
“It seems Mike has found something particularly interesting about our discussion,” she said, her voice taking on a teasing lilt. “Can anyone guess what it might be?”
The room erupted in whispers and giggles, and Mike felt his face burn hotter than the sun. He couldn’t believe his mother was playing along with this. But as he looked into her eyes, he saw something else there – a hint of understanding, a spark of amusement.
“Ah, I see,” Kateryn said with a knowing smile. “It appears Mike has a bit of a foot fetish.” The whispers grew louder, and the girl with the pink sandals looked up, a mix of surprise and flattery playing on her features. “It’s quite common, really,” she continued, her voice a soothing balm over the tension. “Some people are drawn to certain body parts. It’s all about personal preference.”
Mike’s face felt like it was on fire. He couldn’t believe this was happening, that his mother was discussing his erection in a room full of his classmates. But as he watched the reactions, something strange began to happen. The girls weren’t looking at him with disgust or pity. Instead, their gazes were curious, some of them even a little… hungry?
“Now, let’s not stare,” Kateryn said, her voice still calm and authoritative. “But I think it’s important to note that even when Mike is fully aroused, his penis is still quite small.”
Alice couldn’t resist the urge to tease Mike any longer. She leaned over to Hina, whispering just loud enough for him to hear. “It’s so tiny,” she giggled. “It’s like a little pinky finger down there.”
Hina’s eyes widened, trying to suppress her laughter, while Jenna glanced up from her phone, her expression a mix of curiosity and mild amusement. The rest of the room had gone from shock to a low murmur, the tension now threaded with a strange excitement.
It was Helen, the beautiful gothic girl with the piercing blue eyes, who spoke up next. “Miss,” she said, her voice a smooth purr that seemed to cut through the din, “Could you demonstrate what SPH is?”
Kateryn looked at her, one eyebrow arched in question. “Sure, Helen,” she said, her voice cool and composed. “But I’ll need a volunteer.” She glanced around the room, her eyes landing on Alice. “How about you, Alice?”
Alice’s cheeks flushed, but she rose from her seat, a glint in her eye that suggested she knew exactly what was coming. She sauntered up to the front of the room, her hips swaying in an unmistakably seductive way. Mike felt his heart hammer in his chest as he watched her approach, his erection not even close to subsiding.
“Miss,” Helen said, her voice a siren’s call, “Could you, perhaps, show Alice how to handle a small penis?” The room buzzed with excitement, and even Jenna looked up, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studied Mike’s reaction.
Kateryn raised an eyebrow, a hint of mischief playing on her lips. “You know, Helen, that’s a very specific request,” she said, her gaze flicking between Alice and Mike. “But since we’re all about education tonight…” She turned to Alice. “Would you be okay with this?”
Alice’s eyes sparkled with excitement. She stepped closer to Mike, her hand reaching out tentatively. “Sure, Miss,” she said, her voice a little too eager. “If it’s for science.”
Kateryn nodded, her eyes gleaming. “Mike, would you mind if Alice touched your penis? For educational purposes, of course.”
Mike’s heart was racing so fast he was surprised it didn’t just fly out of his chest. He managed a nod, his voice a croak. “S-sure.”
Alice’s hand hovered over his crotch, her eyes never leaving his. He watched as she reached down, her fingers lightly brushing against his hard cock. The room fell silent except for the sound of his ragged breathing. He felt the blood rush to his cheeks, his body betraying his mortification. Alice’s touch was gentle, almost curious, as she wrapped her hand around him, squeezing him. It was the most contact he’d had with anyone since he’d discovered his size issue.
But it was Hina’s voice that rang out next, her words cutting through the thick tension like a knife. “It’s better to use only two fingers,” she called out from the back of the room, her voice barely above a whisper. “We don’t see anything.”
The room erupted in giggles, breaking the spell that had settled over them. Kateryn turned to face her, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. “That’s a good point, Hina,” she said, her voice brimming with approval. Sometimes, less is more when it comes to demonstrations.” She nodded to Alice, who looked slightly disappointed but quickly recovered, her hand retreating from Mike’s crotch.
Alice took a step back, her cheeks now matching the pink of her sandals. “Sorry,” she murmured, though she didn’t look the least bit apologetic. “Just trying to help with the science part.”
Kateryn nodded, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Indeed, Alice. Now, let’s talk about something a bit more… advanced, shall we?” She clicked to the next slide, revealing a diagram of male anatomy with a red circle around the prostate. “This is where things get interesting,” she began, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. “Some of you might have heard of a thing called a ‘ruined orgasm’. It’s when a man reaches the brink of climax, but instead of the usual… fireworks, it’s more like a fizzle. It can be quite intense, but also a bit… disappointing.”
The room buzzed with whispers as the girls leaned in, intrigued. Mike’s heart was racing. He couldn’t believe his mother was going there, but he also couldn’t ignore the way his body was responding to the situation. His cock was painfully hard, and he could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building in his balls.
“A ruined orgasm,” Kateryn explained, her voice taking on a sultry quality, “is when a man is brought to the edge of climax, but denied the release. It’s a powerful sensation, and can be quite… addictive.” She looked at Alice, a knowing smile on her face. “Would you like to try?”
Alice’s eyes widened, but she nodded eagerly. She stepped back up to Mike, her movements now deliberate and slow. Her fingers hovered over his erection, and he could see the hunger in her eyes. It was strange, having his best friend touch him like this, in front of everyone. But it was also… exciting.
He watched as she wrapped her hand around him, her thumb tracing the sensitive ridge beneath the head of his penis. His breath hitched, and he felt his knees wobble. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this, and he was already so close to the edge. He could feel the heat building, his toes curling in anticipation.
But then, just as he was about to let go, she stopped. Mike’s eyes shot open, and he saw the cruel grin on Alice’s face. She was laughing, a low, throaty chuckle that seemed to fill the room. The sound was like a dagger in his gut, and he felt the beginnings of a tear form in the corner of his eye. The frustration was unbearable, the humiliation complete.
“Good job, Alice,” Kateryn said with a proud smile. “Now, let’s all give Mike a round of applause for being such a good sport.”
The room erupted in a symphony of clapping and laughter, the sound echoing through the lecture hall like nails on a chalkboard to Mike’s ears. He couldn’t believe his mother had just done that, had just made a spectacle out of his most personal and painful inadequacy. His face was hotter than the sun, his cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger.
But as he looked out into the sea of faces, he saw something that made his heart drop even further. There was Alice, grinning ear to ear, her eyes gleaming with excitement. Helen was laughing loudly. And there was Hina, her cheeks red as she stifled a giggle behind her hand. Even Jenna had put down her phone, a smirk playing on her lips as she applauded with the rest of the class. The other girls, some of whom he’d had classes with, some he’d barely talked to, all had the same look on their faces – amusement at his expense.
The applause felt like a million tiny needles stabbing him all at once. It was one thing to know that everyone knew his secret, but it was another to have it thrown in his face like a pie at a carnival. He felt exposed, raw, and utterly humiliated. His mother’s voice was like a distant echo as she talked about the importance of consent and communication in sexual relationships, but all he could hear was the mocking laughter of his peers.
“Alright, Alice. Why don’t you go back to your seat?” Kateryn said with a smile, patting her on the shoulder. We’re going to move on to another demonstration.”
Alice looked at Mike with a wink and a knowing smile before sauntering back to her chair, leaving Mike feeling more exposed than ever. The room was still a buzz with whispers and giggles, but Kateryn’s voice remained steady. “Now, for our next lesson,” she began, “we’re going to talk about prostate orgasms.”
The chatter grew louder, and Mike felt his face heat up even further. He couldn’t believe this was happening, couldn’t believe his mother was going to make him the center of another humiliating demonstration. But then he saw her gaze sweep the room, and she called out, “Jenna, would you mind coming up here to help us out?”
Jenna looked up from her phone, a flicker of surprise in her blue eyes. She stood and made her way to the front of the room, her hips swaying elegantly and alluringly. The whispers grew softer as she approached, and Mike felt his heart stumble in his chest.
“Thank you, Jenna,” Kateryn said, her voice a gentle purr. “You’re going to help us explore the topic of prostate orgasms.”
Mike’s heart sank. This was going to be even worse than before. He watched as his mother pulled out a sleek, black dildo from her bag and handed it to Jenna. The sight of the object in her slender hands was surreal, and his mind raced with the implications.
Jenna took the dildo with a small smile, her eyes flicking to him for a brief moment before focusing back on Kateryn. “What do I do with this?” she asked, her voice carrying a hint of amusement.
Kateryn stepped closer to him, taking his trembling hands in hers. “Mike, I need you to trust me,” she said, her voice soft yet firm. “This is just another part of the lesson. Now, I’d like you to hold onto the base of the dildo, and Jenna will help guide it in.”
Mike’s eyes went wide with shock, but he didn’t protest as his mother’s gentle grip turned his hands to accept the cold, unyielding object. He felt the weight of it, the smoothness of the material against his palms. His heart was racing so fast he could feel it in his ears, the blood pounding like a drum.
Jenna took a step closer, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the curiosity in them, the thrill of being part of something so taboo. She was beautiful, so beautiful, and she was about to touch him in a way no one ever had before. He felt a strange mix of excitement and dread as she took the dildo from him, her fingers brushing against his.
“Just relax, Mike,” she said, her voice soothing. “It’ll be okay.”
He nodded, his heart racing as Jenna took a step closer. The tip of the dildo was cold against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. His eyes met hers, and for a moment, it was just the two of them in the vast expanse of the lecture hall. He watched as she took a deep breath, her breasts rising and falling with the effort, and then she leaned in, the dildo in her hand.
With a gentle pressure, she guided it to his asshole. Mike tensed up, but his mother’s firm grip on his hands kept him from pulling away. “Just breathe,” Kateryn murmured, her voice a comforting whisper in his ear. “Trust me.”
Jenna’s eyes never left his as she pushed the dildo slowly inside him. It was cold and foreign, stretching him in a way that was both terrifying and oddly thrilling. He felt his mother’s warm breath on his neck, her words of encouragement a strange mix of comfort and embarrassment. “Good, Mike,” she said, her voice a gentle coo. “That’s it. Just let it happen.”
“Now, class,” Kateryn began, her voice loud enough to be heard over the pounding of Mike’s heart, “you can see how the prostate is being stimulated. This is how some men can achieve an orgasm without their penis being touched at all. It’s all about the right pressure and the right… angle.” She paused for dramatic effect, her hand gesturing to the dildo that was now buried to the hilt in Mike’s quivering body.
The room was silent, all eyes on Jenna and the way she held the dildo, her thumb resting gently on the base, her other hand on Mike’s hip to keep him steady. “But Mike seems to be having a hard time letting go,” she said, her voice filled with a hint of challenge. “Why don’t you all help him out? Encourage him to cum for us.”
The class erupted into a symphony of “Do it, Mike,” and “Come on, you can do it,” their voices echoing in the large room. Mike’s face burned with a mix of embarrassment and arousal, his body betraying his embarrassment by responding to the attention. The pressure inside him grew, his breath coming in ragged gasps.
He glanced over at Alice, who was practically bouncing in her seat, her eyes glued to the scene unfolding before her. There was a glint in her eye that suggested she was enjoying his torment, her smirk never faltering. Hina, on the other hand, looked a little less thrilled, though she couldn’t completely hide her curiosity. Her cheeks were a deep shade of red, and she kept glancing at Mike with a mix of pity and excitement. And then there was Helen, whose gaze was intense and focused, studying every movement with an almost predatory hunger.
The whispers grew to a crescendo, and Mike felt the pressure building. He could feel the dildo in him, a strange presence that seemed to be growing larger by the second. The room was spinning, the faces around him a blur of excitement and anticipation. His body was no longer his own, a mere puppet to the whims of the gorgeous goth girl holding his fate in her hands.
“Come on, Mike, cum for us,” the voices around him seemed to chant in unison, a siren’s song urging him closer to the edge. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced before – the combination of pleasure and humiliation was a potent cocktail that had him teetering on the brink of climax.
He couldn’t help it. The pressure was too much, the room too hot, and Jenna’s touch too… intimate. With a whine that sounded eerily similar to a girl’s moan, he felt his body convulse, his legs shaking uncontrollably as the orgasm took him. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he couldn’t hold back the sounds that escaped his lips – high-pitched and feminine.
The room erupted in laughter, a cacophony of delighted giggles and outright guffaws. His mother’s hand was still on his hip, steadying him as he rode the waves of pleasure that washed over him, the dildo still buried deep inside. The sound of their laughter filled his ears, a strange mix of embarrassment and relief.
As the orgasm subsided, Mike managed to open his eyes, his vision swimming as he searched for his friends. Alice was leaning back in her chair, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and amusement, her hand over her mouth as if to hold back a laugh. Hina looked away, her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of pink, a hand over her mouth to hide a smothered giggle. And Helen… her gaze was unreadable, a strange mix of fascination and something else that Mike couldn’t quite place.
Jenna, on the other hand, was watching him with a cool detachment, the smirk on her lips unchanged. She slowly removed the dildo, her eyes never leaving his, and he felt the room spin as the coldness of the object was replaced with the coolness of the air. The class’s laughter continued to ring out, each giggle a reminder of his mortification.
“Alright, everyone,” Kateryn’s voice cut through the noise, her hand gently squeezing Mike’s shoulder. “Let’s move on to our final topic for tonight: CEI, or Cum Eating Instruction.” The room grew hushed, the anticipation palpable. Mike’s stomach twisted into knots.
“CEI,” she began, her eyes sweeping over the rapt faces of her students, “is a form of power play where the man… consumes his semen. It’s a way to show submission and trust in your partner, and it’s something that can be quite… interesting to explore.”
Mike’s heart was in his throat as he realized where this was heading. He felt a cold sweat break out on his forehead, his mind racing as he tried to think of a way to get out of this. But his mother’s grip on his shoulder was firm, a silent reminder of his role in this bizarre and humiliating lesson.
“Mike,” Kateryn said, her voice a gentle command, “Why don’t you go ahead and show us how it’s done?”
Mike’s knees felt like they might give out as he looked down at the floor, avoiding the sea of eyes that bore into him. The dildo was sticky with his cum, a stark reminder of the intimate act that had just played out in front of his peers. He couldn’t believe his mother was asking him to do this, to perform for them like some kind of sideshow freak. But the alternative was to refuse, to admit defeat in this twisted game she’d turned his life into.
As he turned to face the class, his eyes caught Alice’s. Her smirk had grown into a full-blown grin, and she gave him a playful wink. The sight of his best friend’s amusement at his expense was like a slap in the face, and it fueled a burning anger in his gut. He clenched his fists, his cheeks hot with embarrassment. But she just giggled, leaning over to whisper something to Hina, who looked equally delighted by the spectacle.
With a trembling hand, Mike took the dildo from Jenna, feeling the sticky warmth of his cum on his fingertips. He wanted to drop it, to run from the room, but his mother’s hand remained firm on his shoulder. He knew that if he didn’t go through with it, he’d be the laughing stock of the school, if he wasn’t already.
So, with a deep breath, he brought the dildo to his mouth. The taste was bitter, the scent of his arousal overpowering. He closed his eyes, trying to ignore the sounds of the class around him, the whispers and giggles that seemed to fill the space. His mother’s hand was still on him, her nails digging in slightly as if to remind him of his duty.
“Good boy,” she murmured in his ear, her voice a sweet caress that sent shivers down his spine. “Just remember, it’s all for science.”
With a flick of her wrist, she snapped a photo of him with her phone, his face a mask of humiliation, the dildo still in his mouth. The flash was blinding, and he heard the collective gasp of the class as his mother announced, “Alright, ladies, it seems we’ve reached the end of our lesson for today. But before you go, I think it’s only fair that you all get a chance to take home a… memento.”
The room exploded with eager whispers, and Mike’s heart sank. He knew what was coming next. With trembling hands, he tried to pull the dildo away from his mouth, but his mother’s grip was like iron. “Mike, don’t be shy,” she chided, her voice a sickly sweet symphony of mockery. “Your friends are just eager to capture this moment of enlightenment.”
With a smug smile, she turned to the class. “Girls, if you’d like to take photos of Mike here, now is your chance. But remember, this is for educational purposes only!”
The room was ablaze with the lights from their phones as they all eagerly leaned in, snapping away at his exposed, humiliated form. Mike felt like a lab specimen, pinned down and dissected for all to see. The flashes were blinding, and he had to close his eyes against the onslaught of light. The clicks and murmurs grew to a crescendo, a symphony of his embarrassment. He could feel the heat from the phones, the intense gaze of his classmates burning into him like a thousand suns.
Finally, the cacophony of clicks subsided, and the giggles began to die down. Mike opened his eyes to find the room empty except for Alice, Helen, Jenna, and Hina, who were all gathered around him, their eyes gleaming with excitement. His mother gave him a wink before collecting her things and heading to the door. “Good work, Mike,” she said, her voice a soft purr. “I think we’ve all learned a valuable lesson today.”
The door closed with a thud, and Mike’s shoulders slumped in defeat. He couldn’t believe she’d just done that to him. But before he could even begin to process the depths of his humiliation, Alice stepped forward, her eyes alight with mischief. “You know, that was actually kind of hot,” she said, her voice low and seductive.
Helen leaned in, her eyes glinting with something darker. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to have that kind of power over someone,” she murmured, her voice a velvet purr.
Mike’s mind was racing. He felt a strange mix of anger, embarrassment, and something else. Something that made his heart beat a little faster, something that made his cock twitch despite his overwhelming desire to hide away from the world.
And then, as if reading his thoughts, Kateryn stepped closer, her bare foot sliding between his legs. With a cruel smile, she grabbed his ankles and yanked them apart, planting her foot firmly on his balls. The sudden pressure was painful, but it sent a jolt of pleasure through his body that he couldn’t ignore.
“You see, Mike,” she said, her voice a low, seductive growl, “Little boys like you are only meant to be dominated.” She increased the pressure, her toes curling around his shriveled cock. “You’re a loser, and this is what you deserve.”
Mike’s eyes watered with pain, but he couldn’t deny the strange thrill coursing through his body. His mother’s foot on his genitals was a stark reminder of his inadequacy, but it was also a strange turn-on. His heart raced, his breath shallow and quick, as the room grew eerily silent. The only sound was the smack of her foot against the floor as she ground down on him.
“You’re pathetic,” Kateryn sneered, her foot pressing harder. “You’re nothing but a little bitch who can’t even satisfy a woman. This is all you’re good for.”
Mike felt a tear slip down his cheek, the pain mixing with an unexpected wave of arousal. He didn’t know why his body was responding like this, but he couldn’t stop it. His mother’s words were like a drug, a toxic cocktail that made his blood boil with a strange mix of anger and excitement.
He watched as she stepped away, her bare foot leaving his sensitive skin feeling cold and empty. The four girls stepped closer, their eyes gleaming with excitement. “You know, I’ve heard about guys like you,” Alice said with a smirk. “They say the only way to get you off is with a good foot job.”
Helen took a step closer, her boots clacking against the floor. “But we’re not going to let you off that easy,” she said with a grin, her eyes sparkling with malicious amusement. “You’re going to cum for us, right here, right now.”
Mike’s eyes shot to hers, wide with a mix of fear and arousal. He couldn’t believe this was happening, but his body was responding in ways that scared and excited him. He felt his mother’s grip tighten on his ankles, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer to her. Her foot hovered over his groin, the anticipation unbearable.
And then she stepped down, her bare foot pressing against his tiny cock. The sensation was unlike anything he’d ever felt before – a strange mix of pain and pleasure that had him gasping for air. “See, Mike?” she said, her voice a sultry whisper. “This is all you’re good for.”
Her toes curled around his shaft, and she began to move in slow, deliberate circles, her nails scraping against his skin. The room was filled with the sound of her foot sliding against the floor, the occasional giggle from his friends echoing through the silence like a knife to his soul. He could feel the heat from her foot, the pressure building until he thought he might pass out.
But he didn’t pass out. Instead, his body responded in a way that shocked and humiliated him. His cock grew hard under her foot, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she taunted him with her words. “Look at you,” she whispered, her voice filled with contempt. “You’re just a tiny little thing, aren’t you? Nothing but a toy for us to play with.”
Her foot began to move faster, the pressure increasing until Mike thought he couldn’t take it anymore. The room was spinning, the laughter of his friends ringing in his ears. And then, with a strangled cry, he felt himself climax, his cum spurting out onto the floor beneath her foot. The sound of his mother’s laughter was the only thing he could hear as the world swam before his eyes.
The girls crowded around him, their voices a cacophony of giggles and taunts. He felt a hand on his chest, pushing him back down onto the chair, and realized it was Helen. “You liked that, didn’t you?” she whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his neck. “You liked being humiliated in front of all of us.”
Mike couldn’t bring himself to respond, his face buried in his hands, his body still quivering with the aftermath of the forced orgasm. He could feel the sticky mess of his cum on the chair, a stark reminder of his degradation.
“Well, Mike, that was certainly… enlightening,” Jenna said, her voice filled with mock sincerity. She had a glint in her eye that suggested she was enjoying this more than anyone else.
The End.
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