oops, I did it again

[maculategiraffe]

The magistra's bedroom was small and spare; the walls were the same dove gray as her robes, and there were no pictures or posters on them. The bed was big, though, steel-framed and with three pillows in cool white cases piled at the head, over the gray cotton bedspread. There was a small mahogany chest of drawers, a nightstand with a lamp on it and a shelf beneath it that held four or five books. Nothing else; no other furniture, no decorations.

"Take off your clothes," Kyle ordered, and opened the top drawer of the chest. Sean hurried to comply, folding his jeans and shirt and handing them to Kyle when he held out his hand; Kyle stashed them, and his underwear, in the drawer.

"She doesn't like mess, I guess," said Sean, mostly just to be saying something, and Kyle shook his head as he produced a small bottle of something.

"Come on," he said, and led the way through a door on the opposite side of the room from where they'd come in, into an equally spare bathroom with a shower but no tub. "Take this and wash yourself all over. Hair too."

He showed Sean how to turn the water on and how to get it hot, which was such an unaccustomed luxury that after he closed the shower curtain, Sean just stood there for a few minutes under the hot spray, feeling his skin loosen and soften, before he pulled himself together and did as Kyle had told him, washing carefully with the lemony-smelling gel, especially his armpits, pubes, and head. Remembering things that some of his casual girlfriends in high school had liked to do, he made sure his ass was clean too, before he switched off the water and Kyle poked a towel at him through the curtain. He dried himself off quickly, luxuriating in the softness and bigness of the towel (dove gray-- he was sensing a theme, here) before he stepped out to face Kyle. Kyle took the damp towel from him and hung it up carefully on a rack, then walked back out into the bedroom and pointed Sean at the bed. Sean climbed onto it and sat, awaiting further instructions.

"Lie down on your back," said Kyle, going into the drawer again. "Hands above your head."

Sean did as he was told, and Kyle climbed onto the bed next to him, holding something in his left hand, and reached for Sean's cock with the right. Sean jerked away in surprise, swiveling his hips to shield his groin, and Kyle rolled his eyes.

"I'm just getting you ready," he said. "Like she told me. Hold still."

"But--" Sean resisted as Kyle tried to pull him back into position by the hip. "No-- wait-- are you-- is this really--"

"I can tell her you fought me and wouldn't let me get you ready," said Kyle. "That will go over really well."

Sean reluctantly let himself be pulled back onto his back, and held still with an effort as Kyle took a miniature leather strap with snaps at both ends, wrapped it unceremoniously and tightly around the base of Sean's cock, and snapped it closed. He got a little hair with the snap, and Sean yelped.

"Don't be such a baby," said Kyle. "That'll keep you from going soft until she gets here. Don't touch it. Don't touch yourself at all without her permission. Ever. Can't be wasting your precious sperm."

He squeezed some clear, viscous substance into his right palm from a tube in his left, wrapped his right hand around Sean's cock, and began masturbating him with unemotional precision. Sean bit his lips to keep from protesting or squirming away; Kyle seemed to know what he was doing, and Sean didn't want to get in trouble for resisting. Besides, the stroking did feel good on his long-neglected cock, and he was aware that he was getting an erection, even as it also felt horribly upsetting, to have Kyle touching him like this, with such an angry look on his face.

"This isn't exactly my idea of a good time either," said Kyle as he stroked. "Getting some other guy ready for my-- for her to fuck-- so if you'd quit looking like I'm torturing you to death--"

When Sean was fully hard and aching, the cock ring squeezing him more than snugly, Kyle went back to the bathroom to wash his hands. He said through the open door of the bathroom, "Keep your hands above your head and your legs spread until she gets here."

Sean was already shivering a little-- the room wasn't warm, and he was still slightly damp from his shower, and he was naked and very, very exposed. Kyle left, leaving the bedroom door wide open, where anyone could walk past and see Sean-- not that the sight would shock them much, presumably, but still. He had a sudden nightmare vision of some other woman walking in and deciding to avail herself of his readiness, leaving him a mess for his protectrix to find... he was trembling, half from nervousness, half from chill, wholly miserable, his cock a dreadful throbbing ache between his spread legs. If there was a clock in the room, he couldn't see it from where he was, so he didn't know how long he lay there, but it seemed like a very long time, and his erection had begun to wilt despite the cock ring when his protectrix finally appeared in the doorway.

She didn't look pleased at the sight of him, and Sean started trembling worse than ever as she closed the door behind her and came closer, her thick dark brows drawn together over equally dark eyes. She touched his cock-- a tiny whimper escaped him as her fingers brushed against its oversensitized hardness-- and then, to his surprise, flicked a finger to unsnap the cock ring, and laid it aside on the nightstand.

"You're shivering," she said. "Are you cold?"

Pressing his teeth together to keep them from chattering, Sean nodded.

"Here," she said, and pulled back a corner of the bedclothes-- there were two thick blankets between the sheet and the spread. "Get under the covers."

He obeyed, quickly, shivering even harder as the cool sheets brushed against his erection, but his body heat slowly began to warm them as he watched his protectrix stand beside the bed and carefully unbutton her gray dress from the neck down. She went to a closet and hung it up before unhooking her white brassiere and stepping out of her white cotton panties, and putting them in the same drawer where Kyle had put Sean's clothes; her sandals came off last, and were placed carefully side by side in the closet, before she turned back to the bed, naked now: full hips, generous thighs, curving waist, smallish breasts. A thicket of curling black pubes at her crotch; a star-shaped birthmark just west of her navel.

"Are you warmer now?" she asked, and Sean nodded again. "Good. Your records indicate that you have never been granted the protection of any woman, except your mother. Is that right?"

Sean nodded.

"Have you ever had sex with a woman?"

Sean hesitated.

"You may speak," she said.

"I've, uh," said Sean, his voice coming out a tiny, cracking quaver, like the first time a girl his own age had asked him a question he had to answer. "I've--pleased-- some girls-- I hope-- but my, my thing, hasn't been in their--"

"You have never had your penis inside a woman's vagina."

Sean shook his head.

The magistra looked-- Sean wasn't sure how she looked. Not pleased. Not angry either, though, he hoped. Maybe just thoughtful-- and as she looked at him, her face softened. She came closer and climbed onto the bed next to him, settling in a sitting position on top of the covers, and touched his forehead, stroking her hand back along his bristly head. Sean sighed softly with relief; her fingers were beautifully warm.

"It's not a bad thing," she said. "It's just that since you're a maiden, there are a couple of things that need to be attended to, before you and I have sex. Nothing you need to worry about." She smiled at him. "It won't hurt."

He nodded gratefully, and she brushed her knuckles against his cheek, just as she'd done with Kyle. Then she pulled back the blankets, exposing his naked body again, but either he'd warmed up and dried off under the covers or she'd done something to make the room warmer, because he wasn't cold any more. He lay still while she rubbed a hand down his chest and along his belly, to his cock, which was now totally limp.

Which the magistra might well find insulting, or at least unfunctional, considering what he was there for.

He tried desperately to think of sexy things, of the girls who used to play with him when he was in school, before the center, but he somehow couldn't come up with any images except of Becky, who'd had a finger up his ass when her hands suddenly started blazing with electricity. She's pulled it out immediately and apologized, but he couldn't even stand up, or get his clothes on when she ordered him to, and she'd been guilty and confused and mad and kept shocking him again without meaning to, until he curled up in a tiny juddering ball of pain and fear and Becky's mom had finally had to call his mom to come take him home. And somehow that particular memory was doing nothing to get his cock harder.

"Since you are in my house as a potential father," the magistra was saying, "it's very important that you understand that your seed-- all of it-- belongs to me. You will not orgasm without my explicit permission, under any circumstances whatsoever. I will punish you very severely if you disobey me in this."

Her hand came toward him, and Sean closed his eyes, bracing himself for a demonstration of what "very severe" punishment would involve. His eyes flicked back open when her fingers touched his shoulder without hurting him.

Then she leaned all the way down, and kissed him on the mouth.

He was too taken aback to respond for a moment, even if he'd known how-- he'd never been kissed on the lips in his life, it somehow hadn't even occurred to him that it was possible for men, though of course girls kissed each other all the time-- but her mouth was gentle, tender, undulant in its pressure, and her tongue was flirting with his lips, coaxing them very softly apart. He opened his mouth obediently to hers, and as she kept kissing him-- sweetly, enthusiastically, but not forcefully, teasing at his mouth and tongue and teeth with her own-- he started, instinctively, to kiss her back.

She wrapped her arms around behind his back and tugged him upward, towards her; he sat up, and she moved closer, pressing her naked body against his chest, clasping him close, still kissing him. It felt pretty good, if a little overwhelming, and she felt really good against him, warm and soft and curvaceous and eager, her skin just silky warm-cool skin, with no crackle or threat of pain beneath the surface. A magistra wouldn't lose control, wouldn't hurt him without meaning to. Sean was relaxing bit by bit, one of her hands on the back of his neck, the other stroking down his spine-- and then her mouth left his and started kissing down his neck, and her hand slid from his back to his hip to his-- penis. Which was about half hard now, and the slick stuff Kyle had put on his cock was still there, and now her hand, still warm-almost-hot, had a grip and was stroking, just as Kyle had, feeling so good, and he was getting harder and harder, impossibly hard, and in agony he knew she wasn't going to stop, she was going to make him come and then she was going to zap the ever-living shit out of him as punishment, make an example of him to himself, the sadistic bitch, would it do any good to beg for mercy or would it just piss her off that he'd spoken without permission...

"You may orgasm," her wet hot mouth said in his ear.

He didn't believe he'd heard right, but she said it again, "You may," and "I give you permission," and it took about a second after that, as she kept stroking, her hand milking him in ripples, and he yelled out-- he couldn't help it, it felt so good, it had been so long-- but as soon as his brain came back he started to worry, because almost the only thing he knew about her was that she hated messes, and this was nothing but a complete mess on her sheets and skin, he'd shot it all over her--

"Shhh," she said, stroking his back, nestling against his shoulder, kissing his neck. "Good. Everything's in working order."

She undraped herself from him and stood up easily, walking through the door into the bathroom and leaving it open; as she wetted a washcloth and wiped at the semen on her belly and thighs, she said to Sean, "When you're ready, get yourself cleaned up and dressed, and go find Kyle. Send him to me. After that, you may do as you like for the rest of the day. I won't need you again until tomorrow."

Sean nodded as she patted herself dry, then came back into the bedroom.

"I'll be in my office," she said, opening the drawer and taking out her bra and underpants, and putting them on as she spoke. "Send Kyle to me there. You may go anywhere you like in the house and on the grounds-- there's a library you may use, if you wish, and an exercise room. If you're hungry, go to the kitchen and ask for food. You'll sleep in the men's dormitory tonight." She had taken her dress off the hanger in the closet, slipped it on, and was buttoning it up as she continued, "I've already given orders to everyone in the household that you're not to be harassed or molested, and if it comes up, the matter of disciplining you is to be referred directly to me. No one else, male or female, has the authority to punish you, or to hurt you in any way."

She slipped on her sandals, turned, and asked, "Do you have any questions before I go?"

Sean shook his head.

"Thank you," he ventured, and she smiled at him again; she had a sweet smile.

"You're under my protection," she said, as if that explained everything, and then she was gone.







Sean finally found Kyle outside, sitting on the grass by the not-quite-a-pond not-yet-a-lake, with his knees drawn up to his chest and his arms wrapped around them, staring out over the water. He looked up at Sean's approach, and rubbed one cheek roughly against his shoulder, but that did nothing to hide the fact that he'd obviously been crying.

"She wants you," said Sean, hoping this was good news for Kyle. "In her office."

Kyle nodded, but didn't move.

"Did you fuck?" he asked.

"No."

"Why not?"

"I'm a maiden," said Sean.

Kyle stared, then laughed, shortly, thickly.

"Wow," he said. "So I guess she wants your first time to be really special."

"Something like that, I guess," said Sean. "She said there were things to be attended to. Right now she wants you."

Kyle got up, ignoring the hand Sean offered him, and started back towards the house.

Sean said, "Kyle?"

Kyle stopped, without turning around.

"Are you okay?" Sean asked.

"What do you think?" said Kyle, and started walking again. This time he didn't stop when Sean called out his name.

Comments

[eileenlufkin]

"And somehow that particular memory was doing nothing to get his cock harder." Really just as well in the long run, but poor dear.

Poor Kyle too. He shouldn't take it out on Sean, but still, poor dear.

[maculategiraffe]

Yeah, they're both having a tough time right now. :/