Life resumes something like a normal pace for Casey. Blissfully free from Marcus’s control, he returns to a routine of riding into school on the back of Mr. Ramiel’s motorcycle and being deliciously ridden over the man’s desk every morning. True to his word, Mr. Ramiel does occasionally let Casey out of his cage, usually as a reward for good school performance or particularly daring sexual favors. However, he also makes sure to only free Casey’s cock when his own member is shoved deep inside the boy’s ass, so Casey is swiftly coming to associate the splitting girth of penetration with his own release. He’s not even sure he’d be able to get off on his own without such attentions at this point.
The only dark spot on an otherwise optimistic future is the after-school boys. Casey had been uncertain at first how to approach them after his picture had made the rounds among the male population of the student body. But the question had been rendered moot when one of his most persistent customers had approached him just before lunch shortly after Marcus’s expulsion, cornering him in a dark, unused stairwell.
“Loved your publicity photo,” the boy had murmured, crowding Casey up against a wall to whisper in his ear. He’d reached one hand confidently around behind Casey, barely hesitating before sticking his fingers down the back of Casey’s skirt and sliding them casually into Casey’s ass. Casey had gasped and writhed on the digits; in some ways he’d missed the certain graceless fumbling that came from boys his own age. He was all ready to promise the boy an afternoon visit when his admirer reached down between Casey’s legs in front and began slowly trailing his free hand up Casey’s thigh towards the front of his skirt.
“Since we’ve all seen it now already, I’m guessing you won't mind if we expand our games a little to add another hole to the fun?” the boy whispered. His hand was getting dangerously close to an unfortunate discovery. “After all, that’s one more cock in you at a time, which means more of us can have a go at having a little fun with-”
Casey pulled away abruptly, sliding out from under the boy and groaning involuntarily as the invasive fingers, yanked swiftly out of his hole, brushed his prostate in the process. He shouldered his way out of the other boy’s grip and ran, unsure what other response he could even make.
It swiftly became clear that many of the boys Casey was used to servicing had come to the same conclusion. In the first two weeks after Marcus’s expulsion, Casey dealt with a dozen different boys who assumed that the visual reveal of Casey’s “pussy” meant they were now welcome to fuck it. Some of them had resulted in some fairly close calls with regards to Casey’s secret.
So for now he’s given up the boys altogether. He’s disappointed; he misses the undisciplined eagerness of their cocks and their mindless, helpless lust for his body. But he’s not risking discovery for their sake.
Mr. Ramiel seems to notice his discontent, and brings it up one morning as he’s buried deep in Casey’s ass. “You seem down,” he says between thrusts. “Anything the matter?”
This is not one of the mornings Casey has been let out of his cage, and so he must fight against the burning distraction of his foiled erection as he responds. “Nn,” he moans, “I just kind of miss all the school boys fucking my ass, is all. They all think I have a vagina and want to fuck that now.”
“What, this not enough for you?” Mr. Ramiel asks with a deep, vicious plunge into Casey’s hole. he reaches around and tweaks Casey’s nipple, making the boy squeal. In his foggy state, it hadn’t occurred to Casey that Mr. Ramiel might be jealous, but the man sounds more amused than angry.
“Sorry,” Casey gasps breathlessly as the teacher continues to slam into him. “I really do appreciate everything you—ahhn!—do for me.”
“I understand.” Mr. Ramiel’s voice is a low murmur right next to Casey’s ear. “One man alone can’t fill you with nearly as much cock as you deserve.” He bites the shell of Casey’s ear delicately. “I’ll consider the problem,” he promises, and continues to ram Casey’s hole over and over until Casey forgets the conversation entirely.
Mr. Ramiel apparently doesn’t forget the conversation, however. Shortly after they return from Christmas break (during which Casey spent several days with Mr. Ramiel at private “tutoring” sessions), Mr. Ramiel surprises Casey with a gift.
Casey is lying fucked open on his back across Mr. Ramiel’s desk, enjoying a brief respite from his cage while Mr. Ramiel’s cum slowly dribbles out of his asshole. He’s just contemplating cleaning himself up when Mr. Ramiel says, “I have a present for you today, Casey.”
Casey looks up, startled. Mr. Ramiel has just finished cleaning himself up, and turns to Casey with a smile. Casey blinks, startled, and awkwardly sits up on his sore bottom. “Oh?”
“Yes.” Mr. Ramiel doesn’t make any particular move towards anywhere where he could be hiding a package or similar. He just continues to smile, looking like he’s gotten away with something. He strides casually towards Casey and leans down to murmur in his ear.
“Invite your schoolboys this afternoon for their usual playtime,” he whispers, voice husky. “But come see me again just before you head over to the classroom.”
Casey shivers, a hundred questions emerging messily from his confusion, but before he can ask any of them Mr. Ramiel has deftly locked Casey's cage back into place and left the office, leaving Casey behind to clean himself up and get ready for class.
Casey’s not entirely certain what to say to the boys, but luckily it doesn’t take much. In English class he simply leans over towards James, the boy who had occasionally finger-fucked him in class before he had to swear off these encounters, and whispers, “Up for the old entertainment this afternoon? Usual place?” At James’s wide grin, Casey hurriedly adds, “The usual rules apply.”
James nods. “I’ll bring some friends,” he promises.
And so Casey is brimming with nervous energy when he returns to Mr. Ramiel’s room as soon as he can get out of his final period study hall. When he shuts the door to Mr. Ramiel’s office behind him, he finds the teacher there holding up the key to Casey’s cock-cage. “Drop your panties,” the teacher commands.
Surprised and uncertain as to where this is going, Casey drops his underwear to his ankles as commanded before taking it off entirely. Mr. Ramiel drops swiftly to one knee in front of him and smoothly, efficiently removes the cage. As soon as it’s off he brings the device over to his desk and sets it down before opening a deep drawer toward the bottom and reaching in. “Here we are,” he says cheerfully.
What he draws out looks like nothing so much as a pair of underwear made out of smooth, white plastic. Casey looks at it with confusion. “And that is...?” he asks.
“A chastity belt, of sorts,” says Mr. Ramiel. He begins to take it apart into several stiff plates, and as he does so Casey sees that one of the plates is attached to a generously-sized dildo.
“Ummm, that’s... a lot,” he says skeptically.
Mr. Ramiel’s expression looks like he’s humoring Casey. “I’ve had my entire forearm inside you,” he points out. “I hardly think an average-sized phallus is going to cleave you in half.” Casey has to admit that Mr. Ramiel has a point, but he’s distracted as the teacher comes towards him and starts strapping him in to the device.
One piece of the strange device goes around each of his legs, securing together in the front with a belt and a lock. The belt is cinched tight to keep the whole affair from being pulled down over Casey’s hips. The lock keeps Casey from taking the pieces apart to take the thing off.
The two pieces fit together in such a way as to cover almost his entire nethers; Casey’s cock and balls are somewhat awkwardly squashed up inside the plastic, but they are at least not visible from the outside. The only part of Casey’s bottom not covered is a very strategic heart-shaped port directly over the edges of Casey’s buttocks and his asshole. As Casey watches Mr. Ramiel he sees the man holding the remaining piece of the device, a heart-shaped plate clearly meant to snap into place to cover the remaining area. This is the piece that boasts the large phallus mounted on the inside, which Mr. Ramiel is even now lubing up appreciatively.
“This part locks in place with simple clasps, not a key,” Mr. Ramiel informs him. “So your boys should have no trouble taking it out in order to gain access.” He sighs. “It’s a shame you have no way of urinating in the device, otherwise I would have put you into it this morning and just had you wear it all day. Bend over.” This last instruction is given with a gesture at Mr. Ramiel’s desk.
Casey does as commanded, leaning over the desk, and soon feels the hard plastic pressure of the phallus against his asshole. With no other preparation, Mr. Ramiel proceeds to slowly but surely slide the length of the toy inch by inch into Casey’s ass. Casey gasps and squirms, but Mr. Ramiel merely puts a hand on the boy’s back to steady him as he continues to sink the toy deeper and deeper.
Finally the cool air of the room disappears as the plate nestles into place, and Casey hears the sharp snap of the clasps as they lock the plate in position. Despite Mr. Ramiel’s earlier assertion, Casey does feel incredibly split by the girth of the toy lodged within his passage. He tries to stand up, but finds it difficult to move with the phallus penetrating him so completely.
Mr. Ramiel smiles at him. “Now go,” he commands. “Wouldn’t want to keep your poor, needy charges waiting.”
Casey has no idea how he’s going to make it out of the office, let alone down the hall and up the stairs to the empty classroom. But he finds as he puts one foot resolutely in front of the other that he swiftly grows used to balancing while penetrated in this way. Which is not to say it’s anything approaching comfortable, but it becomes at least manageable.
When he makes it to the classroom, he finds five boys standing impatiently around, instead of the usual four. They’re all boys who’ve had him before, and Casey feels inordinately pleased to see them. It seems oddly nostalgic. Casey smiles sheepishly. “Sorry to make you wait,” he says.
The boys say nothing, just happily man-handle him into the center of the room and bend him over one of the desks. As the first boy starts to pull the back of Casey’s skirt down in the usual manner, he lets out a low whistle. “He-llo,” he says. “What’s this?”
Without waiting for a response, the boy stops pulling down Casey’s skirt and lifts it instead, revealing the chastity device encasing Casey’s bottom. He runs his hands over the plastic, across Casey’s buttocks and between his legs. Thankfully the plastic is thick enough that he can’t feel Casey’s cock and balls through it. “What are we supposed to do with this?” he says, sounding confused.
Before Casey can answer, another boy reaches across him and points. “There’s some little lock-things there, see? Right around the asshole? Looks like the back part comes off.”
The first boy laughs, and Casey hears the snap of the clasps being undone. “Aww look,” the boy croons, “it’s a little heart.” But then he stops talking with a sharp intake of breath as he starts to pull the plate away and realizes what’s attached to it.
Casey hears one of the boys let out a low whistle, but he’s distracted by the sliding pressure of the dildo as the boy drags it out of Casey’s ass. He can’t help but groan as it shifts inside him. The group begins to chuckle as they all finally catch sight of what is emerging from Casey’s anus.
“Our girl’s gotten kinky,” one of the boys in front of Casey notes with a laugh. “What’s the matter, honey? Were you that lonely for our cocks? No problem. We’ll fill you right up.”
And with no more warning than that he proceeds to mash his cock against Casey’s lips. Casey barely has time to open his mouth for the intruder before another cock is slipping into his ass, taking the place of the toy as soon as it is fully removed. He hears a click as the plate is set aside on one of the desks.
“Oo,” says one of the boys, “I bet with this new setup we can back her up against the wall and fit two in at once. Good way to make sure everyone gets a turn.”
The boys seem to approve of this idea, but neither of the two currently fucking Casey want to stop, so they wait. Casey revels in the bliss of being roughly speared from both ends as the boys lose themselves in his body. They’re just as uncouth and enamored as he remembers, grinning like they can barely believe their luck that they get to do this. Also like he remembers, they come swiftly, pouring semen into his mouth and ass respectively.
As the original two boys fall back to catch their breath, the remaining three decide to put the earlier plan into effect. They try a few different positions, awkwardly bumping into each other, before finally one of them sits on the edge of the desk with Casey dropped onto his lap facing outward. Then another boy approaches from the front and slips himself between Casey’s legs (a tough feat, since the chastity device doesn’t allow him to spread his legs very far apart), thrusting up into him from a standing position.
It’s a bit awkward, and the second boy can’t get in very deep, but they all seem so enamored with the idea that they tolerate it. This continues even when the third boy has to kneel on an adjacent desk in order to bend Casey down far enough to blow him.
Once the three boys get their fill, splattering Casey and the desk messily with their cum, the original two return for a second round, swapping places. Casey sighs happily as another cock slips into his well-stretched ass, the second following shortly after down his throat. He moans enthusiastically around the mouthful as the boy behind him begins to pound him hard.
Another few minutes and they’re coming again, eagerly spilling seed into Casey. He gulps it down as best he can while reveling in the feel of twitching balls against his ass as another load spurts up his passage.
Having gotten their fill now of both holes, the two boys who went first clean themselves up and depart, leaving only three remaining. This proves to still be a bit complex, however, as there are now two boys in line for Casey’s mouth; the boy who immediately plunges into Casey’s ass doesn’t want to share.
“Just go quick,” grumbles the remaining boy forced to wait his turn as his friend shoves another eager cock into Casey’s mouth.
“Yeah, yeah,” says the new boy, but he seems to take this to heart and grabs Casey’s hair, ramming his cock as deep down Casey’s throat as he can, making Casey gag. For a few eye-watering minutes he continues like this, forcing Casey’s lips all the way down to his balls over and over. Casey can do nothing but try to relax his throat and let it happen. Soon enough he feels the familiar twitch and a salty flood sweeping its way into his mouth. Casey coughs as the boy’s cock is abruptly pulled out of his throat, and a trickle of cum escapes to drip its way down his chin.
“Finally,” says the remaining boy as his friend catches his breath. Casey has barely breathed in before his mouth is again filled, albeit less deep this time. This boy seems content to let Casey set the pace, working his tongue up and down around the boy’s shaft. He pets Casey’s hair possessively.
The boy who just came finally recovers himself enough to clean up and head out just as the boy heartily fucking Casey’s ass also comes. The boy behind Casey slaps the exposed parts of his ass eagerly as he buries himself inside as deep as he can and empties the contents of his balls into Casey’s hole. “What an amazing slut,” the boy says with a happy sigh. “Good to have you back, bitch. I missed that tight little pucker of yours.” He laughs. “Make sure you think about us while you’re keeping yourself company with that little toy of yours.”
He finally pulls out, moving towards the teacher’s desk for tissues to clean himself up. Casey is left with the final boy still happily submitting to the ministrations of Casey’s mouth and tongue.
As they’re left alone in the classroom, the boy finally grabs Casey’s hair and starts thrusting into him. Casey relaxes his throat, a little more easily now that he knows it’s coming, and lets the boy slam his dick inside as deep as it will go.
He thrusts are just starting to speed up when the bell rings, announcing the end of the period. “Aw, come on!” the boy grouses. “Shit, I’m so close... Fuck it.” Abruptly he yanks his cock out of Casey’s mouth and spins Casey halfway around on the desk, moving himself in the opposite direction until he’s lined up with Casey’s ass. In one swift motion he drives his spit-slick dick deep into Casey’s rectum, pulling out barely a breath later to slam into him again.
He fucks Casey so hard the feet of the desk go screeching across the floor, but it only takes him four or five thrusts before he comes. Casey feels him go rigid, feels his fingers dig in to Casey’s sides and feels the fateful squirt of the sixth helping of cum in his ass that day—seventh, including Mr. Ramiel. The boy laughs as he fills Casey up, then rushes to pull out and get himself cleaned up, barely getting his fly zipped before he’s got his backpack on his shoulders and is running out the door to catch the bus.
Casey lies exhausted and content over the desk, leaking from both ends as the generous dosage of cum in his ass begin to ooze out and trickle down his thighs to match the trail of spit and semen down his chin. He tries to move, but groans; they’d worked him hard and his muscles are shaky with exhaustion.
Casey hears the soft click of the door and turns his head to the side to see Mr. Ramiel quietly enter and close the door behind him. The teacher approaches him with a fond expression. “I see it went well,” he notes.
Casey feels like he should respond, but finds himself in a spent, cum-soaked haze. Mr. Ramiel chuckles. “I must say, you are a rather... tempting sight like this.”
Casey loses sight of Mr. Ramiel as the teacher wanders around behind him. A moment later Casey feels something start to slide up his ass once again. He looks over his shoulder, expecting to see Mr. Ramiel fucking him, but the young priest is merely returning the final part of Casey’s chastity device to its proper resting place, impaling him once again on the spear of the artificial phallus and locking it into place.
“Now,” says the teacher, turning around and making his way to the front of the class to lean back against the teacher’s desk, “I want you to suck me off with that thing inside you.”
Casey groans and tries to stand, but his legs give out and he’s forced to lean against the student desk for support. He breathes heavily. Mr. Ramiel seems miles away, and the phallus inside him reminds Casey of its presence every time he shifts his weight. He’s not sure he can manage even the walk across half the room.
Mr. Ramiel appears to notice his predicament and takes pity. “No need to walk,” he offers. “Crawl to me. Hands and knees.”
Gulping, and extraordinarily turned on, Casey drops to his hands and knees and crawls towards Mr. Ramiel. If anything, this makes the shifting pressure of the phallus worse, but at least now he has four limbs to support himself instead of two. He labors his way across the floor, wishing desperately that he could get hard. Mr. Ramiel’s watches him with an impassive smirk.
Finally, after an endless torture of crawling, Casey reaches the teacher’s desk. He uses his arms to pull himself upright, leaning his weight heavily against Mr. Ramiel’s legs. The teacher obligingly unzips his fly for Casey and pulls out his cock before leaning back again to let Casey service it.
Casey lathes it lovingly with his tongue, lapping and tasting the entire surface before drawing the member into his mouth. Eagerly he works his head back and forth over the teacher’s phallus, sucking in each time he moves his head back to create maximum pressure. When he pushes forward he pushes slow but deep, sinking his head onto Mr. Ramiel’s cock until it slides down the back of his throat and Mr. Ramiel’s pubic hair tickles at Casey’s lips.
Casey continues this long, slow back-and-forth slide for several minutes, until he’s dizzy with lack of oxygen. He’s forced to back off a few moments to take a few panting breaths. Mr. Ramiel waits patiently until Casey resumes his attentions, once again devoting all his focus to the cock in front of him, worshiping it with his mouth and tongue.
“Did you get everything you were looking for this afternoon?” Mr. Ramiel asks, and Casey can only make an affirmative noise around his mouthful of the man’s flesh.
Mr. Ramiel does almost nothing to direct Casey until the very end, when he grabs a fistful of Casey’s hair. Casey recognizes this as the sign the Mr. Ramiel is close and deep-throats the man, swallowing eagerly to clench his throat around the cock inside it. He is rewarded by a pulse and a rush as the teacher empties his balls. Mr. Ramiel pulls out just far enough that his cum fills Casey’s mouth instead of going directly down his throat, forcing him to taste it before he swallows.
Casey gulps down every last drop and slumps exhausted to the floor by Mr. Ramiel’s feet. The teacher pauses a few moments to catch his breath and put himself away. “I would call this experiment a success,” he says after a few moments, his voice steady once more. He reaches down a hand to help Casey up. He’s grinning. It takes Casey a moment to realize that he's talking about the new chastity device.
“Unfortunately I won’t always have my final period free like this,” the teacher continues. “Today was a special occasion because of the band field trip. Still, I think with a little bladder control we should be fine to have you come down to my room during lunch break. I can fit the device into you then, and you can spend the rest of your afternoon classes with this little devil tucked up inside you before you submit to your boys. How does that sound?”
Casey finally takes the man’s hand and allows himself to be pulled to his feet. “Yes sir,” he says faintly, overwhelmed both by his afternoon and Mr. Ramiel’s proposal. He pictures himself sitting in class, the phallus on the chastity belt snug up inside his passage, cleaving him open with its delicious pressure while he tries to focus on his studies.
“Now,” says Mr. Ramiel, putting an arm around him for support, “let’s get back to the office and change you into your normal device for the evening, and then I’ll take you home.” He gives a satisfied chuckle as they begin walking to the door. “Maybe if your mother isn’t home yet, I’ll even fuck you across your own bed for once, in celebration.”
Casey swallows and says nothing, but his skin shivers with anticipation.