Catholic Finishing School's Second Part
In a world beyond reality, where everyone is above the legal age of eighteen, lies a fictitious school known as Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for Men in the state of Mississippi. This exclusive all-male establishment serves young men between the ages of nineteen and twenty-three. It's a CFNM story focusing on the staff members, all women, and the students. This narrative follows from the first part.
Justin, now slightly tender down there from the morning's purity class, returned to the gym feeling anxious. He braced himself for the consequences of his morning's behavior, which included potential caning, spanking, or corporal chastisement. Little did he know how humiliated he would be.
Just before seven o'clock, Justin arrived back at the gym. There were already eight males inside. They stood on a single row of footprints, not in front of one another, but next to each other. He immediately recognized two of them: Hank - a heavyset tour guide from yesterday with stretch marks around his stomach, a bushy beard, and a bristly patch of black public hair concealing his fat pad and a short, soft cock. The other was Scott - the athletic, muscular, uncircumcised black guy who had given Justin his tour - and also a competitive boxer. Scott, standing beside Hank, had well-defined abs, biceps, and a thick, erect member in anticipation.
Upon Justin's arrival, a familiar voice called out, "Welcome back, Justin." A nun, Sister Morgan - the woman who had handled his scrotum only moments earlier - entered the gym, her rapid approach causing him to jump and examine her. She pushed a box filled with bulbs at him, ordering, "Here, boy. You're going to help me." Then, another young man entered, with flaming hair and a ginger beard. He had red hair around his belly, below his abdomen, and a similar hairy path leading down to a red bush. He was taller and more athletic than Justin but, according to previous information, he was the older brother of one of the boys Justin had met on the previous day.
"Hello, sister," Judd greeted. He quickly stepped onto footprints and lowered himself into the position of humble exposure, as demanded.
Morgan smiled kindly to Judd, "Welcome, my senior student. It's always a pleasure to have you."
She turned to Justin, "This is my incomparable senior class. These are the nine young men with the highest GPAs on campus. Justin, you'll be accompanying me to supervise their purity bulbs, while I administer their purity lessons."
She led her freshman student around the row of bulbs at the back of Judd. Without a second thought, Judd bent over, straining his ass cheeks open. Judd, a fit athlete with a ginger body, had thick red hair covering both his cheeks and extending into his crevice, ending at a cluster of the same flaming hair surrounding his pink anus. Morgan dripped lube on the bulb and inserted it. Instruction: "Breathe out, Judd!" The moment Judd complied, his ass appeared to relax. She pushed the bulb into him, and it slid in swiftly, only to be caught by his anus, clamping down tightly around the base.
Her next stop was Hank. His large, rounded ass exuded a fragrant aroma that left Justin a little turned off. The obese man's pink anus had a few scattered hairs.
Morgan and Justin went down the line, with Justin aiding in inserting the bulbs. Scott's veiny, thick cock also shot up, and a clear pearl formed at the tip as his penis responded to electrical pleasure from the bulb. All the boys' stiff erections stood proudly within their pants.
After positioning the last bulb, Morgan left her laptop and turned her attention to helping Justin. "You've made a grave mistake earlier, young man. Let's fix your attitude," she stated resolutely. She pressed some buttons on her computer, then explained: "Gentlemen, your first round of pleasure cycle has begun. It's time for Justin's punishment."
Justin witnessed bulges in the boys' trousers, signaling fat, hard penises. A clear string formed on Judd's cockhead, which ultimately shook and fluttered in the air before swaying back and forth, with the end clinging to his urine slit. Hank's soft bulge lifted, and out sprang his hard penis, protruding from his body.
Sister Morgan said, "Dude, Justin decided to talk back in his purity education class today. He also confessed to masturbating frequently. I'm going to get some punishment supplies. Judd, why don't you tell him how your dad keeps you and your brothers from doing that gross deed while I'm gone? Justin, get into the humility position and stay there." Justin didn't want to make Sister Morgan more furious, so he quickly got into the humility position. What kind of supplies would Sister Morgan bring to punish him? A paddle, or an even worse option, the cane?
Sister Morgan walked out of the gym, and Judd tried to focus on anything but the intense pleasure in his penis. Judd managed to say, "You probably know my brother Brandon. Our dad put us, Brandon and me, in chastity cages when we turned nineteen. He didn't care if we were adults, and we wouldn't cause any trouble with girls or waste our seed unholy ways."
Justin's jaw dropped. That meant Judd and Brandon couldn't masturbate or ejaculate. It was hard for Justin to imagine this. "For how long?" Justin queried.
Judd's cock twitched in its chastity cage as he replied, "Until the day of our wedding, and we have to have it removed here. Dad will take it off when he drops us off here." His eyes closed, and a faint smile formed on his face as he recalled, "I'm engaged and getting married in a month after graduation. Dad will remove it permanently on my wedding day."
Justin wondered, "But doesn't your wife-to-be know about… Well, you know?"
The smile disappeared from Judd's face as he responded, "Yes. And my dad told my soon-to-be in-laws, too. They were happy about it, as it meant I wouldn't get her pregnant out of wedlock. In fact, my dad had an idea after learning I was in a chastity cage."
Justin jumped when he heard Sister Morgan's clomping footsteps return to the gym. As Justin braced himself for what was about to happen, Judd thought about what had happened at his future father-in-law's house.
Judd had visited his fiancee's house only two months ago, in June. He knew his fiancee would not be there for a few more minutes, so he decided to go inside. As he knocked on the door, he heard his future father-in-law yell, "Come in, Judd." But Judd was shocked when he entered to see his fiancee's father standing in the living room, belt in hand, while his fiancee's nineteen-year-old little brother was bent over the back of a dining chair in the center of the room. His pants and underwear had been pulled down to his ankles, revealing his pale white legs and his now bright red ass cheeks. Black pants and white underwear were piled on the floor next to his cropped legs. His black shirt, with a favorite punk band on it, was also on the floor.
Justin couldn't help getting excited at the sight, feeling his cockhard in its silicone cage beneath his clothes. And between his fiancee's brother's pale legs, his dick was locked in a black silicone cage.
His future father-in-law said, "I'm sorry you have to see this, Judd. Elijah here wasn't too happy when I told him he'd have to wear a chastity device like you do until he got back from college. He also didn't think I'd discipline him since he was nineteen. But take a seat while I'm done here. I think Judith will be here soon."
Judd sat on a bench of the piano in the corner of the room, hoping his fiancee, Judith, would arrive sooner than later.
Judd couldn't help but feel his dick hard in its chastity cage as he watched his father-in-law repeatedly strike Elijah's ass with the belt. Tears flowed down Elijah's face as he begged his father to stop. Judd watched as his father-in-law completed his task with one last strong hit, then made Elijah pull up his pants and boxers and sent him to the bathroom to wash up for dinner.
Judd returned to the present when he saw Sister Morgan carry a small crate and a ruler into the gym. As she approached Justin, she gave his ass a swift hit with the ruler, causing a shriek to escape his mouth. He quickly placed his hands behind his head to avoid accidentally touching his hot bottom. Morgan gave his balls a smack, prompting another outburst, and said, "Your hands stay on your head in the humility position, you naughty young man." Justin put his hands back behind his head as the scrotum pain diminished.
Sister Morgan addressed her students, "Since you're the most highly accomplished seniors here, I believe you deserve a teensy bit of joy." From the crate, she retrieved a soft, floppy pocket sleeve, shaped like a female torso. It could be held by one or two hands easily. Scott's excitement was so immense that he was close to cumming just by seeing the lifelike boobs on the stroker. His black, fat scrotum was churning as his prostate bulged from the stimulation.
The males' faces beamed with joy. Sister Morgan advised, "When it's your turn, you must warn us before you climax so we can stop. Anyone who lets go will live to regret it." They exchanged looks, with Justin looking like he might faint. Why was the nun using 'we'?
Sister Morgan beckoned Justin forward, "You, Justin, will meet these gentlemen up close for your punishment." With reluctance, Justin left his humility position and joined Sister Morgan. Standing in front of the man on the end was a 22-year-old, covered in hair. His hairy chest and belly had a darker, bushy trail leading down to his full black bush. A boner protruded from it, uncircumcised. Wet with precum, it was like a dark rod. He had a black beard and his hair was bound in a man bun. He was a friend of Hank that Lyle met the previous day. Sister Morgan told him, "Kneel down, Justin." His hope of a caning or spanking increased, as he felt he was already deep enough with Sister Morgan. Sister Morgan introduced them, "This is Lorenzo, Justin." Justin was mute, his face sticking out like an awkward offering for Lorenzo's crotch. His sight was leveled with Lorenzo's penis, jutting out at him, ready to be touched.
Morgan directed, "Lorenzo, Justin will use the stroker on your penis. Are you really close to ejaculating?"
Lorenzo faltered, "Yes, yes Sister."
Morgan instructed, "You must stop before you reach climax. And if you don't want a caning, you will." Lorenzo shook his head, imagining the pain. Sister Morgan told Justin, "Beging."
Justin moved carefully, hesitating as he brought the stroker up to Lorenzo's member. He kept it so the fake titties faced out, and Lorenzo watched with glee as it moved toward him. The sleeve slid over his ultra-sensitive purple cock head, causing him to moan and shudder. In just two strokes, Lorenzo cried, "CLOSE! CLOSE! CLOSE! CLOSE!" Justin swiftly removed it, sparing them from an orgasm. As the orgasm subsided, a long, sticky string of precum emerged from Lorenzo's slit and slid to the floor.
Sister Morgan held out a ruler, saying, "We're going to take measurements." Justin's eyes widened, remembering what where he was in this situation before. Judd's stomach did a flip. They always did this during purity education. Whenever a student angered Sister Morgan, she'd make him measure other students' penises.
She added, "The institution you attend is part of a nationwide study. Many colleges and prisons are participating. You'll tell me each length, and I'll write it down." She unveiled a pad and pen.
Justin measured Lorenzo's eight-inch cock. He moved on to each man, each reaching new levels of bliss from the stroker, only to face the humiliation of having their penis measured and his circumference declared. Hank, with his measly 4.8-inch mushroom member, felt particularly embarrassed when Justin announced, "Four inches and 8/16ths."
At last, the sleeve approached Scott's rigid, black member. The incredible, almost unbearable sensation caused Scott to scream, "TOO CLOSE!" The fake pussy was almost enough to send him over the edge. Once again, Justin yanked it off just in time. Scott leapt with relief, gathering the strength to clench until the feeling of climax passed. Justin held up the ruler, noting, "Eight inches."
As he reached the final man in line, Judd was overcome with excitement as he felt the pocket pussy glide over his overly massive pink head. He caught sight of the scaled-down silicone boobs facing him and longed for it to be his fiancée's pussy that his dick was sliding into while her massive double D melons bounced with each thrust. It took only one stroke for the unfortunate redhead to shout "STOP! CLOSE!" Having been forced to abstain at home and it being his first purity education class of the semester, Judd was on the edge, not having ejaculated in nearly three months.
Justin held the ruler up next to Judd's pencil-like penis and abnormally large glans and announced, "Six inches." Up close, Justin could see that Judd's penis was an exact replica of his younger brother's.
For the next hour and a half, Justin remained on his knees, working his way down the line and stroking the pocket pussy for each man. By the time Sister Morgan instructed him to get off the floor, the nine men were pleading for him to stop. The seniors were accustomed to the discomfort of the bulbs stimulating their prostates after four years at Our Blessed Redeemer, but the stroker on top of it was more than they could handle.
At Sister Morgan's command, the orgasm sequence was activated. Justin observed as the boys writhed and moaned, their cocks twitched, and white fluids began flying across the room. Judd experienced great joy as he was finally able to release his semen after three months without. Justin marveled at the liquid landing a good five feet away from Judd. Scott grunted quietly as his black penis spewed out seven massive ropes.
After a minute, the powerful orgasms subsided.
Sister Morgan commanded, "now expel the purity bulbs." Without any fanfare, the men knelt down and began pushing. Justin witnessed the bulbs shoot out of their butts like giant butt plugs.
Justin jumped as Sister Morgan gave his ass six forceful spanks. She said, "Now, go to dinner. And if you make any snide remarks in my class again, I will paddle you so hard you'll wish you spent the entire day stroking your fellow students."
Justin hurried out of the gym and headed to the cafeteria. He was still reeling from his initial day of classes at Our Blessed Redeemer, unaware of how crazy it would get during the family weekend in two weeks.
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