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The Perfect Life for Davey Ch. 06

In the morning Dale required a quick blow job before he let me go. At about 5:50, I bolted out of the cab of his truck like a bat out of hell, laptop under my arm, and raced to my parents' car to drive home.

When spring semester started and we were back at TU, I resumed my hellish existence as Tyler's (and Shelly's) complete and total slave - or, "good friend" and "cooperative roommate", as he preferred to call it. The first night back, Tyler said he was pleased enough with my "cooperation" (read, complete and total obedience, and submission to unspeakable humiliations) that he would allow me to release my three weeks' worth of pent-up cum. It ended up dripping off, and drying on, my face that night as I lay in bed.

He said he met with Kelly Smeltzer to discuss our progress, and gave her a very good report on me. He told me she was happy to hear about all we were doing and said Tyler was doing a fine job maintaining our "friendship".

I said, "Yeah, but... I mean... I'm sure you didn't tell her EVERYTHING that's going on."

"What do you mean? Sure I did."

"No, you couldn't have told her EVERYTHING. What about Dale?"

"Yeah, I told her about him."

"What?? What did you tell her?"

"Everything. I told her about your night in Dale's truck, and how we skyped with him and all that. Sure."

I was speechless for several minutes. I tried to process how this was possible. Was he really claiming he told Ms. Smeltzer about making me go to a seedy porn shop, "pick up" an old, fat trucker, and spend the night with him in his cab while he, Tyler, and Shelly all abused me? And Tyler is saying Ms. Smeltzer APPROVED of this, and thought it was an appropriate part of making me an agreeable and cooperative roommate?? There's just no way. As an employee of the university - as the Director of Resident Life, even! - there's no way she could condone what, first of all, amounted to slavery, and secondly, resulted in (what I considered) RAPE of one of the students whose welfare she was supposed to be guarding! No... way.

My first thought was to try and slip away from Tyler long enough to have another one-on-one meeting with Kelly Smeltzer. But I knew if I went to her office alone, the first thing she would ask me is whether Tyler knew I was there. She herself had approved of the rule (in fact, she had even independently thought of it) that I had to inform Tyler of my whereabouts at all times. I was overwhelmed by the sense of helplessness that came from knowing that she was the ONLY person in any position to help me in my predicament, yet she was also Tyler's greatest ally. Up until now, I thought that was only because she didn't know the full extent of Tyler's pervasive control over me. I thought if she knew ALL the details of what was going on, she would put a stop to the madness immediately. But now, Tyler was claiming that she really DID know all of it. And according to him, she approved!

I just had to find out if that was true. But I realized the only way I could talk to Ms. Smeltzer was if Tyler was present, too. There was just no way around it. So I asked Tyler, "Um... do you think... we could go and meet with Ms. Smeltzer... um... both of us together?"

"How come?"

"Well... um... I haven't seen her in a few months, but you have... um... I guess I'd just like to hear it from her that, uh... that she's pleased with everything... and ... um, I'd like to ask her if there's anything else she thinks I should do... or could do... you know."

Tyler shrugged. "Sounds good to me. I'll call her. She said I could call her anytime. She gave me her cell phone number."

She did? I thought. Then I heard Tyler say, "Kelly? It's Tyler. Hey. Good, good. You think Davey and I could come in to talk to you some time soon? You have any time today? OK. Yeah, that'd be good. Neither one of us has class then. OK. OK, I will. Thanks. Yep, we'll see you then."

He called her Kelly? When did he get on a first-name basis with Ms. Smeltzer? And why did she give him her cell phone number?

When we met her in her office, she locked the door behind us. She allowed Tyler to sit, but made me stand and drop my pants and underwear. She also cuffed my hands behind my back. As soon as she sat down behind her desk, where Tyler couldn't see her but I could, she loosened her skirt and put a hand down in her panties. She told me Tyler had told her all about winter break, and how he and Shelly had skyped with me, how they made me suck a dildo, and fuck myself with it, while they fucked, how Tyler took the chastity tube key with him to Kennesburg, and how, since I couldn't drive to where they were, I had to go the entire break without any relief for my pent-up balls. She said Tyler had told her about the night at the truck stop, with Dale, and how Dale enjoyed himself with me in his sleeper cab, while skyping with Shelly and Tyler.

Tyler had told her how he and Shelly had had the best sex they'd ever had over winter break, because my participation in their sex life made Shelly especially hot, how it was obvious that Shelly came like a waterfall watching, and listening, as Dale beat me with his belt. Ms. Smeltzer said she was thrilled that I was applying myself so well to Tyler and Shelly's "sex lessons", and that, truth to tell, all the stories Tyler told her made her "soooo wet" as well. And that included the story of how Dale had pissed into my mouth.

She was making no attempt to hide from Tyler the fact that she was fingering herself behind her desk. "Oh, my," Tyler said. "Kelly, are you playing with yourself back there? Hahaha."

She grinned widely and proudly admitted, "Yes, I am."

"Well... ha ... as long as you're doing that, and as long as Davey's right there, maybe you'd just rather have his tongue down there to help you out. I can't think of a better way for him to show his thanks for all you've done for us."

"You know, I think you're right. That WOULD be a very appropriate way for him to show his gratitude... and *respect*, too, I might add. Davey, you heard your roomie. Get down here on your knees and lick my pussy."

I looked at Kelly Smeltzer incredulously. "Ms. Smeltzer... you can't be serious."

She glared at me. "Look in my eyes, Davey. Tell me I'm not serious. And then feel my hand slap the shit out of your face."

I did look in her eyes for a brief instant. And it was terrifying. She WAS serious. Deadly serious. But how could she do this?? Even if there was no university rule about sexual contact between employees and students, there CERTAINLY had to be a rule against slapping a student, which she was threatening, or FORCING sexual contact.

But it was beyond obvious that any such rules were not going to stop Kelly Smeltzer, so I dropped to my knees, scooted forward, and lowered my face toward her crotch. At the same time, she slipped her panties down just past her hips, and raised her legs to indicate I should duck my head under her panties. Once I did, she lowered her thighs and trapped my head between her panties and pussy, and grabbed my head in her hands, and I started licking. Tyler asked if he could watch, and Ms. Smeltzer said, "Of course." So he moved his chair over to where I'd been standing.

After she came on my face, she told me to stay on my knees while she put herself back together. Tyler was sitting right behind me in a chair, and Ms. Smeltzer sat in front of me, so I felt sandwiched between them. Ms. Smeltzer said, "Davey... I understand this meeting was your idea. So, I want you to tell me, honestly, why you were so anxious to come in here and have a meeting with me."

"Um... well... it's just that... um... ahem... OK, you've said you approve of Tyler's, um... sex lessons... and... all the rules I have to follow. Um... but... I thought the point of it all was to learn how to get along in college, and, uh... get along with a roommate, and everything. Um... so... do you think... maybe... some time soon, I could... um, like... graduate? From this training? You know? Um... maybe not have to wear this thing [I gestured toward the chastity tube]... I can get along with my roommate without this thing on, and ... I don't need to, uh... you know, have all these rules."

"You know, this sounds a lot like complaining to me. Complaining and whining. Haven't we made it clear you're not allowed to complain about anything, Davey? Doesn't this sound like complaining to you, Tyler?"

"Yeah, kinda does," Tyler agreed, and he sighed. "I don't know if Davey will ever learn not to complain, Kelly. God knows we've tried, but... you know how he is."

"I'm sorry," I said. "I'm not trying to complain. I've tried really hard to do everything I'm supposed to. I've followed all the rules. It's just..."

"Uh oh," said Ms. Smeltzer, "here comes more complaining."

"I can't help it, Ms. Smeltzer. It's all just too much! I mean... I'm... I'm not GAY! And ... I've had to ... to suck... um... you know, suck penises, and ... take penises in my ... my butt... um... and... and I mean, drinking a man's pee?? I don't see how you can condone that. I mean, you ... your job... is... you know, to look out for TU students, and-"

"You don't think I'm looking out for you, Davey?"

I whimpered. "Ms. Smeltzer... I don't wanna have to do gay things... and... and also, has Tyler told you he makes me wipe his butt after he poops, and then I have to lick his butt and ... put my tongue in it?? I mean..."

"Oh my god, Davey... Are you tattling on your roommate? You know... you keep claiming to be Tyler's friend, but ... honest to God, Davey, from DAY ONE, you've been nothing but a little squealer. You're STILL betraying your friend, after all this time, just like you did the first time you came in here to meet with me.

"Tyler, you know what? Gimme that chastity tube key. I think it's time I held onto that key. I bought that thing anyway, so I'm takin' it back. Gimme the key, Tyler. That's why I told you to bring it today, 'cause I thought this just might happen." Tyler pulled the key from his pocket and handed it to Kelly Smeltzer.

"Ms. Smeltzer, I just don't see how you can condone all this," I continued to... well, complain... in their minds, anyway. "I mean... that man RAPED me in his truck."

"Hahaha. Oh my god, what a little drama queen. Raped you?? Bullshit, Davey. Did you, or did you not, drive yourself to that porn shop?"

"Well, yeah... I did. But I had no choice!"

"Of course you had a choice. You know what, Davey, shut up! Shut the fuck up, right now. If you open your mouth and say one more word, you know what's gonna happen?" With that, she held up the key to my chastity tube and displayed it in front of my eyes. "*I* have this key now, and if you say another word, you won't see it again for a month. You wanna go a month without cumming? Don't speak! But answer. You wanna go a month without cumming?"

I shook my head.

"Didn't think so." At that, she leaned back in her chair, and crossed her legs. I watched one high-heeled foot bounce up and down in front of my face, as I was still in my kneeling position before her. She let several moments pass, and, I suppose satisfied that I had remained silent, she spoke: "You wanna know something, Davey?" She leaned forward and bent her head toward mine. "I don't like you," she said, and leaned back to her reclined position. "I didn't like you from the minute I first saw you. You're a whining, complaining, spineless little weasel. A little bookworm nerd who came to college thinking everything would be just the way your little tight ass wants it, all the time. So when you said you wanted another roommate, you know what I said to myself? I said, If this little pussy wants something, then I'm gonna make sure he DOESN'T get it. That first meeting we had, if I could've gotten away with it then, you know what I would've done?"

I just stared, wearing a very worried expression ... once again rather terrified of Kelly Smeltzer.

"This," she said, and quickly leaned forward to put one hand over my mouth while she grabbed my nose with the other, and twisted hard. I yelped into her hand, and tears came to my eyes immediately. "Shhhh," she said. "Don't you dare make a fuckin' sound, Davey, 'cause if you do, you'll never see the key to that chastity tube again. I might have done this, too," and with that, she grabbed a handful of hair from the top of my head, and yanked my head around a few times. I whimpered involuntarily, but quietly, and just looked at her with shocked, terrified eyes.

"But now," she said, "since I have that tube on you, and hold the key right here, I can do anything I want. And I will. And you will take it, whatever it is. Because if you try and cause any kind of trouble for me, if you try and squeal on me to the university, like you squeal on Tyler... like I said... you will never... EVER... see this key again.

"You're right, Davey. In my position here at TU, I shouldn't condone what Tyler is doing with you. And to you. But ... just as a person, as an ordinary woman... I DO. I ... LOVE it! The university wouldn't approve, but the university is never gonna find out about it, are they? I had no idea you'd end up being basically a total slave to your roommate. But once I found out that DID happen... ohhh my GOD! It has made me SOOOO hot! I love hearing about your tight ass getting fucked. It's just what a little pussy like you deserves. The more you suffer, Davey, the more humiliation you're subjected to... the better my orgasms are when I'm at home at night. I ... LOVE ... the way they are treating you. And I'm gonna make sure it only gets worse for you.

"Tyler. I haven't seen Davey sucking your cock yet. Do you feel like a blowjob? How about if Davey starts, and I finish?"

"Sure!" Tyler said.

"Hahaha. You sure, now? I don't want to get in trouble with Shelly. I'm sure I will meet her some day."

"Well..."

"You know what, maybe we better not this time. Let's wait until I've met Shelly, and ... we'll just see. Today, we'll just let Davey do the whole job."

And so the unthinkable happened. The Trentstown University Director of Resident Life made a student perform oral sex, against his will, on another student, right in her office! The first student in question submitted to the wishes of that Director of Resident Life, in helpless awareness that he'd been fully betrayed by one of the people his parents were paying to protect his well-being. That student also knew, by dint of the metal locking device imprisoning his penis, that he had no recourse, nowhere to turn, no ONE to turn TO, and no way out of his humiliating predicament.

Over the rest of the spring semester, all I could do was accept my fate as a total slave, ultimately to Ms. Kelly Smeltzer. She held the key to my dick tube and had appointed Tyler as my ... guardian, you might say. I was in his custody, on her behalf, and he had her complete blessing to totally rule my life... which of course, he had already been doing. Tyler still talked of "friendship" and "being a good roommate" and "being cooperative" and all that, but I knew, and Kelly Smeltzer certainly knew, that those pretenses were complete bullshit. The point of all the control he and Shelly wielded over me was simply to keep me as a humble, humiliated, tormented, degraded little slave, for Tyler's convenience and gratification, for Shelly's twisted fascination, and for Kelly Smeltzer's ears, and pussy juices.

Every week or two, if I was "good", Tyler and I would go to Ms. Smeltzer's office, where she would cuff me to a chair, gag me, and unlock my chastity tube. With a disposable rubber glove on her hand, she would stroke my dick into a cup and then un-gag me and make me drink my cum. Then she'd re-attach the chastity device and lock it, and send us on our way.

In March, we heard from Dale, who said he'd be passing through Trentstown on a Wednesday night, and then he'd pass through again, going the other way, on Saturday. When Ms. Smeltzer found out about that (via her regular cell phone chats with Tyler), she sprang into action, to arrange the following hellish scenario which almost made me piss my pants hearing about it. She was going to pick up me and Tyler from campus, in her car, at 7:00 Wednesday night. She would then drive to the truck stop where Dale planned to leave his truck, meeting him at 7:30. The four of us would then drive to Ms. Smeltzer's house. We'd get there around 7:45. Shelly had to work at Maggie's Restaurant in Kennesburg until 9ish, so she would connect with us by skype whenever she got home (to the house where she and Tyler's mother lived).

The entire evening would be spent abusing me. Of course Dale would make me lick his sweaty balls and asshole, and suck his dick. At some point he would likely spank me with his belt. Tyler would also have me licking any part of his body he desired: feet, balls, armpits, ass, whatever. Ms. Smeltzer would have plenty of handcuffs, rope, and duct tape on hand. She also had whips and paddles, she said, and of course she would join in. I would be drinking piss (Tyler had started making me drink his since we'd gotten back to campus): Dale's, Tyler's, and hers. Or they might put me in the tub and pee all over me, or they might piss on me in her back yard, or in her tile-floor kitchen.

But this wasn't the worst of the whole plan. Ms. Smeltzer e-mailed all my professors and told them that due to a family emergency, I would miss all of my Thursday and Friday classes. She asked them, on my behalf, to excuse me and allow me to make up any missed work. Where would I actually be Thursday and Friday? On the road with Dale, tied up in his sleeper cab during the day, and servicing him completely, any way he wanted, at night. And sleeping Thursday and Friday night with my neck between his legs and my face in his ass.

When Dale passed back through Trentstown Saturday, he would stop at the truck stop and deliver me back to Kelly Smeltzer, who would be there waiting.

The actual ordeal was even worse than I imagined. I was collared and leashed the whole time, and not only did I have to drink piss right from the sources, I had to lick it off the kitchen tile and suck it from the ground outside. And when Dale took a shit, Ms. Smeltzer pushed my head into his hairy, fat ass and make me lick him clean without him even wiping first. I had already licked faint brown streaks from his ass a few months before, but this time it was thick, brown smears of poop. Ack! I almost vomited, but that just made Ms. Smeltzer want to be even more cruel. "Don't you dare puke! You're lucky I didn't let him shit right into your mouth. This isn't the last time you're gonna taste poop, you little pussy. Better get used to the taste."

Later that night, Ms. Smeltzer herself had to poop, and she made me lick her ass clean also. Before she flushed, she put on a plastic glove and reached into the toilet to take a little piece of her poop out. She dropped it right on the bathroom floor, then grabbed me by the hair of my head with her ungloved hand. She pushed my face down. "Eat that!" she hissed.

"No... Ms. Smeltzer, please... pllleeeease!" I started crying.

"Eat it! Get your mouth down there. Eat my shit, come on!"

I blubbered and sobbed as I opened my mouth and wrapped it around the little turd. It was only about the size of a gumball, but still... I tried not to think about the taste or the feel as I took it into my mouth. I thought it would be best if I tried to swallow it hard and fast, and get it over with. As soon as it slid down my throat, though, I started coughing and gagging. I felt like I had an immediate fever, and I lurched forward, toward the toilet, where the smell of the water, and the remaining poop, put my gag impulse over the edge. I vomited into the toilet with a loud "rrrraaaaulllgggh!"

Ms. Smeltzer responded with a riding crop that she quickly grabbed from the living room. She came back in the bathroom and brought it down on my ass and back, over and over, berating me for my ingratitude, and for not swallowing her "delicious poop". If that happened again, she said, I'd better puke on the floor, and I'd be licking that up when I was done.
I cried and sobbed, not from her whipping me but from the overwhelming helplessness of my plight. This woman was crazy!! And I couldn't escape her. She had my dick imprisoned and held the only key. I was terrified of her, but I was completely at her mercy. And I wasn't sure she had any!

After she made me lick the poopy glove and flush the toilet, she led me by the leash back into the living room, crawling behind her, and she, Tyler, and Dale all abused me some more. Shelly watched the "soooo hot" scene of Tyler fucking my ass while I sucked Dale's dick. After Tyler came in my ass, Ms. Smeltzer made me squat over a glass so the cum would run into it, and then she made me drink it.

"Oh my gahhhhhd," reacted Shelly. "Wowwwww."

On that Wednesday night, Ms. Smeltzer not only allowed Dale to spend the night at her house, she let him fuck her as a reward for "looking after" me for a couple of days. (She promised him a blow job on Saturday on his way back through, too.) She made me sit on the floor in front of her couch, and lean my head back onto it. Then she had Dale plop his fat ass on my face. Then she climbed on his lap and rode his dick, while his ass bounced on my face, and I struggled to breathe. After he came inside her, she rolled over on the couch and made me slide my face up to her pussy, and lick his cum out of her.

That night I actually got to sleep in Ms. Kelly Smeltzer's king-sized bed. And she was even in the bed! But so was Dale, and as they lay side-by-side, I lay with my neck between his legs, and my face in his ass. My lower body was angled over onto Ms. Smeltzer's side of the bed, so all night long, I felt her bare feet kick into my crotch, either carelessly, in her sleep, when she changed position, or, before that, when she intentionally batted at my chastity device, or my balls, with a foot, just to torment me.

Once I was on the road with Dale, things weren't much better. I was trapped in his truck the entire time, cuffed and tied so I could never leave it. When Dale would go into a truck stop to eat, I had to stay in the sleeper cab, and he would bring me leftovers to eat. But my food dish was a cat litter box he bought, and he would toss his food scraps into it and then pour a little of his piss, from his plastic jug, in with it, unless he happened to need to urinate right then. In that case he'd piss a little onto my food, then stop himself and make me put my mouth around his dick to swallow the rest.

And of course whenever he pissed, he did so into my mouth. By that point I was becoming pretty capable of swallowing it all. Sometimes I had to come to the front of the truck while he was driving. He warned me to keep my head below the level of the dashboard, and climb into the seat next to him, and lean over to take my dick in his mouth. I also sucked him off this way if he felt like a blowjob while driving.

When he needed to shit, he squatted over the cat litter box. When he finished, he would make me lick his ass clean, no toilet paper. Then I'd have to scoop the shit out of the litter box with my bare hands, into a plastic bag. When I got as much of it up as I could, I had to lick my hands clean, but leave whatever residue was in the litter box there. It would provide "a little seasoning" for my next meal, he'd say. We dealt with my poop the same way, except of course I'd have to use toilet paper, which would go into the plastic bag. Whenever we stopped, he'd dispose of the poop bag in a trash can.

When we got back to Trentstown Saturday afternoon, Ms. Smeltzer was waiting at the truck stop. Dale said he had to keep moving but did want to collect on that promised blow job. So Ms. Smeltzer climbed back into the sleeper cab with both of us, sucked Dale off, and took all his cum into her mouth. She then spit it into my mouth and made me swallow it. Then she drove me to her house, as she informed me I'd be spending the next 24 hours there, before she took me back to campus. As much as I'd already been through, I was even more terrified of this next ordeal than what I'd just been released from.

Ms. Smeltzer had duct tape over my mouth most of the time, which prevented any neighbors from hearing my crying and screaming, which was regular. Not only did she use all her paddles and whips on me, but she also had a few "presents" she had bought "for me". One was a buttplug with a hand-held remote that made it vibrate. So she made me put that in my ass, and said from then on, I would not be allowed to remove it without Tyler's permission. She was going to pass along the new rule that I could never leave my dorm room without the butt plug in, so I'd have to have it in my ass for all my classes.

A second "present" was a little leather cuff that slipped around my balls behind the "ball cuff" of my chastity tube. It had little metal things on the inside, and, using another hand-held remote, she showed me what those did. She pressed a button and I screamed and squealed, as an electric shock hit the back of my balls. That remote would also end up in Tyler's hands, but in the meantime, she used it liberally whenever I didn't jump immediately to comply with any of her demands.

Those demands included crawling around her kitchen floor, licking and eating half-chewed food she spit onto it, licking her piss up off the kitchen floor, licking her spit off the walls of her house, licking every inch of the outside of her toilet, and then the lid and seat, and then around the rim, and lapping up water out of her toilet. Needless to say, when she pooped she made me lick her ass clean without wiping first.

Speaking of licking, she had my face between her legs late into the night, and I licked her pussy and her asshole over and over. Most of time she whipped me with cat-o-nine tails, vibrated my butt plug, or pressed the remote to shock my balls. She laughed hearing my shrieks, as I tried to concentrate on licking her fast enough, or just the way she said to do it. When she was finally ready to go to sleep, she cuffed and tied me to a chair inside a small hallway closet. I had to sleep sitting up, and my head bobbed around all night long.

On Sunday morning she cooked breakfast, with bacon, eggs, toast, and fruit, but she wouldn't let me eat a nice big plate like she had. First she scraped some eggs out of the skillet and onto the tile floor, where I was of course naked on hands and knees. She said, "Wait," and suddenly went out the sliding glass door into her back yard. The blinds were closed, so I couldn't see what she was doing out there, but when she came in, I could see her bare feet had bits of wet grass on them, and when she lifted them up enough, I saw she had evidently trudged through some dirt as well.

She put a foot down smack into the pile of eggs, and then made me lick the eggs off the bottom of her foot, along with the dirt and grass. After trampling the eggs a bit more, she returned to her high stool, at her kitchen table, and told me to eat the rest of the eggs off the floor, and then put my tongue to her feet and clean them up.

The bacon, toast, and fruit were all served to me in similar fashion, one, and then the next.

The morning was spent doing all kinds of chores at her house: dishes, laundry, scrubbing, etc. That part was a relief, because most of the time she left me alone. But naturally, when I was in range she pressed the remotes to make my butt plug vibrate, to shock my balls, or both. She told me if I did a really good job with all the chores, I'd be able to cum (for the first time in about 3-and-a-half weeks) before she took me back to campus.

When the chores were done, and she announced that I would indeed get to cum, "if I wanted" (of course I did!), she led me into a bathroom. There she produced a little baggie, in which she had saved a piece of her poop. I thought, Oh God... no more poop. She said, "All right, Davey. You see this piece of my poop is a little bigger than the one I made you eat the other night. I want you to eat it. The good news is, You don't have to! You can choose not to eat it. Or... you can choose to cum today. If you wanna cum, you're gonna cum right on that piece of poop and then eat the whole thing. If you don't wanna cum, fine. Then you don't have to eat the poop. But then you won't cum today, and you won't have another chance for at least a month."

I whimpered, and said, "Please, Ms. Smeltzer. Please don't make me eat poop. I can handle everything else you do to me, but poop is just so disgu-"

"Listen to you whine, Davey. 'Ohhh, Ms. Smeltzer, poop is so disguuustiiiing.' This isn't just any poop, Davey. It's MY poop. Are you saying I'm disgusting, Davey?"

"No, Ms. Smeltzer, of course not, but-"

"Davey, first of all, you owe me a HUGE thank-you for not making you eat my whole dump right out of my ass. The other night I only made you eat a little bitty piece. And I didn't give you a choice! Today I'm giving you a choice. You don't HAVE to eat it. So quit whining, Davey, and make your choice, you little pussy. Are you gonna cum, and eat this poop? Or are you gonna choose not to cum? Decide!"

Over three weeks without cumming was such intense frustration, and I knew once Tyler and Shelly started enjoying the "presents" Ms. Smeltzer was sending me back to campus with - the butt plug and ball-shocker - the stimulation to my genitals would be ruthless and constant, intensifying the torment of the chastity tube even more than usual. I feared I would honestly lose my mind after another month (*at least*... she had said 'at least'!) so I knew a total of 8 weeks without emptying my balls would just be unbearable. I was just going to have to swallow... poop. And cum.

"OK. I'll eat it."

"Good!" Ms. Smeltzer responded, brightly. "But remember... this time, no throwing up. This time... if you DO throw up, you're gonna do it on the floor, and then... you're just gonna have to eat up the mess. Which will be even more disgusting, obviously. So... better keep it down. Hey, who knows, maybe the cum will help it go down easier. You're used to eating cum, so, maybe that'll help."

She made me get on my knees and then rest my elbows on the floor, with my forearms flat out in front of me. This brought my crotch low to the ground, and she put the piece of poop right under where my dick head poked out of the chastity tube. Then she started to stimulate the metal tube with some kind of vibrator, which she also rubbed on my balls some of the time. She pressed the remote for the vibrating butt plug, and kept it buzzing in my ass. Now and then she also shocked my balls and laughed as I grunted or shrieked, depending on how high she had the shock setting.

"I bet you thought I was going to unlock your chastity tube for this, huh?" In a patronizing voice, she said, "Did you think Ms. Smeltzer was gonna stroke your little dickie this time, huhhhh? Did you think you'd get Ms. Smeltzer's pretty hand on your little pee pee?" I realized that all the various forms of stimulation she was applying were combining to keep me at full, raging arousal, and even though every twitch of my dick against the unyielding metal tube hurt, the sensations seemed to actually be bringing me close to an orgasm. Was it even possible for me to cum with this cursed tube still locked on me??

I found out what Ms. Smeltzer evidently already knew. It IS possible to cum, even with a chastity device on, and as she continued rubbing the vibrator all over my balls, and the tube itself, I started to squirt. As soon as one contraction sent a jet of cum right down onto the piece of poop, Ms. Smeltzer shocked my balls, and again laughed as I howled in pain, wiggling my knees on the bathroom tile. My cum kept squirting out, but I didn't get to enjoy a second of it, as she continued shocking me over and over.

I was sobbing when all my cum was finally emptied, and she grabbed my hair to bring my head around for the awful task of eating the cum-covered turd. Tears fell onto it as she pushed my face down, saying, "OK, Davey, time to keep your end of the bargain. I let you cum, so clean up that mess. If you puke, not only are you gonna have to eat that STILL, but you won't cum again for another two months! Which means you will have eaten shit for nothing, hahahaha!"

Tormented with Kelly Smeltzer's evil laugh the whole time, I munched about half of the turd, tried to swallow it fast, burst out sobbing some more, and for a moment thought I would pass out. I knew vomiting was just NOT an option, but I think my body actually started to go into shock from this horrific situation. Oh, God! Why was all this happening to me? What had happened to my life in less than a year's time? Why, oh WHY didn't I go to Western, instead of deciding on TU??

If only it were possible to turn back time somehow. Or wake up from this nightmare, if that's what it was.

All at once, though, I realized that if I continued to let myself be overwhelmed, my body would make me lose consciousness, or vomit, one or the other. I had to pull myself together, and just finish what I could not avoid. I quickly gobbled up the other half of the cum-tears-and-poop mixture, and swallowed it. I turned my mind to imagine something delicious, like one of those frozen orange push-up things I used to get from the ice cream truck as a kid. Mmmm. One of those would be GREAT right now. I imagined I was tasting it, and somehow, the trick worked. It had to.

I did it. I made it. I'm done. As I brought my head up, and panted, I felt dizzy, trying hard not to pass out. Ms. Smeltzer stood above me, imperiously, smirking down at me. I watched her graceful fingers squeeze the remote in her hand, and felt another shock to my balls. I yelped. She chuckled.

davey   the   perfect   life   for  

May 15, 2018 in bdsm

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