The four boys that looked like they preferred to huddle together in the middle of the wall, were actually chained there, as they watched their fellow club mate who was on the floor about two meters away from them. They had counted the six instances that produced the white splats on the floor between his legs. Who they saw there, panting for breath, reflected how they were all dressed minus two items.
For starters, the boy on the floor had his cock free of a cage they wore themselves. Secondly, his hands were not cuffed to a bar on the wall. He instead was tethered, via collar, to a hook next to the green board allowing him whatever leverage he needed to fuck himself on the dildo that had been suctioned to the floor for his use. His legs wobbled, his skin was flushed red with exertion and heat. One foot slipped in his cum as he tried to push himself up and failed causing another bead of milky white to be pushed out of his body.
"I think he's done," one of the boys said.
"Look at that cock," another pointed out. "I say he can go again."
"But he's never made it past six," another reminded the group sounding a little breathy.
A deep, chest rattling growl had the group turning as one, to look in the direction that the boy on the floor hasn't looked away from for the entire time he's been impaling himself for all to see.
Another two meters away from them was a man reclining back in the only soft chair in the room. Not just any man, but the teacher that volunteered to be their adult supervision. All clubs were required to have one. Someone to represent them for getting any supplies that they are entitled to. Someone that had experience in the interest of the club. Someone that would voice the concerns of the group to the principle. It was the only stumbling block the club thought they would have in becoming official within the school. But once this teacher informed the principle that he willing to take on the responsibility, he had been given some additional rules.
They were not the first sex centered club, but they were currently the only one.
The growl turned into a bass heavy moan as the man rubbed his cock faster. He was watching the boy on the floor. Their eyes were fucking each other and everyone watched him as he arched upward shooting cum onto the floor himself. Unlike the boy, this was only the second time he climaxed. He wasn't as sweat soaked as his distanced partner, but he was far less dressed. In fact, he was the least dressed person in the room. The only thing he sported was a white dressed shirt that was completely open and hanging off his shoulders. Everyone watched him as he continued to slowly milk what was left of his cum out of his cock.
"Michelle," he called the boy on the floor. "Do you think you can come again?" he asked with true interest. His still hard cock intimidated everyone in the room, but not into shame but envy. No one was going to be able to touch it. Lick it. Feel it buried balls deep into their body. That was one of the rules. At least while on school grounds. Not that he dared to interact with them in such a way while outside of school.
"Two more years," one of boy breathed out quietly as he watched that cock get stroked. Was he talking about that pacific cock, or a man's cock in general? He didn't clarify, but they all nodded in agreement as they leaked through their cages.
Michelle nodded his head in answer to the question he was asked. He wet his lips as he became entranced by the movement of the man's hand as it moved up and down a cock that was twice the size of his own. His breathing picked up as a smile grew wider across his lips before he moaned as his own movements slowly lifted him off the dildo.
Michelle now questioned if he could cum again. His ass had seized up around the dildo that seemed to have also glued itself to the inside of his ass.
==== NOTICE====
Long time no see. So.. I was just going to post the photo. Then I started to think of context, then I came up with something of a story. Clearly it's not completely done baking, but I feel like I'll be more than ready and willing to add more to it tomorrow.
When I'm done I'll post it over at my story blog page. They would love to know I'm not dead too. :)
Later.
Oh, since this isn't finished, leave a comment for what you might want to see in the story. I may not use it, but it might spark an idea. :D
As you can see I still have the first draft around. Until it's done you may see more of my changes to this story.
================= FIRST DRAFT===============
They were up to six now and two of his club mated didn't think he could come again. One stated that he was still hard so he at least one more to go.
But then they all turned to look at their adult supervision as he grunted loudly as he watched the boy on the floor collect his breath. That was his second time that meeting. It was as they watched this man who reclined in nothing but an open white dress shirt, while continuing to milk the cum out of his intimidating cock, that they all started to drip through their cock cages under their own skirts.
"Do you think you can go again Michelle?" the man said in the boy's direction. Michelle lifted his eyes and wet his lips as he became entranced by the movement of his hand up and down a cock that was twice the size of his own. His breathing picked up as a smile grew wider across his lips before he moaned as his own movements slowly lifted him off the dildo that was suctioned to the floor between his legs.
The boys that were standing in their own preferred cross dressing outfit, and tied to a bar in the wall half way between Michelle and their adult male, started to talk among themselves again. Some continued to look at Michelle to see if he could really come again. The others looked at the man in the room as he continued to glide his hand up and down a phallus that they would love to have inside themselves.
