Sexual Education Facility: First Semester

In a world where progressive values are widespread and radical ideas embraced, a new type of high school education took hold of the conventional school system. Accepting the physical strength of male students, a Dominant/submissive relationship was established among the students. Though considered taboo at first, this new breed of school quickly caught on, pumping out above-average test scores and well-tempered young men, fit for the grueling tasks of adulthood. Many conservative parents clambered at the chance of sending their daughter to a proper, old school institution where they would be disciplined and taught proper manners, and affluent parents sent their troubled boys with considerable donations, hoping they could develop and adapt to the environment. We find our main character, Vince, 50 years after the initial bills were passed, sent to Burkwood Boy’s and Girl’s Sexual Education Facility. Vince, a smart but troubled young man, begins his freshmen year in this unfamiliar environment, as another semester unfolds at Burkwood…

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“Report to homeroom! Report to homeroom!”

The blaring PA system screamed over the commotion as the new students streamed into the oak-walled hallway, staring down at their designated cards and awkwardly eyeing each other. Vince Lee, a broad-shouldered young man of 5’10”, swept his jet black hair out of his eyes as he pushed through the crowd, looking for room 4A. Seeing a beige sign reading “Freshmen - 4A”, he rushed to the door, joining the pool of students congregated outside the glass door. Adjusting the straps on his shoulders, Vince leaned against a row of lockers and looked around at his peers. As he fixed his gaze on a red-haired girl down the hall, a hand slapped his shoulder.

“Hey!”

“What?”

“Hey, I’m Tyler.”  A short young man with slight freckles and icy grey eyes held out his hand, sporting a crooked smile.

“Hey, Vince.” He replied, as he took the boy’s hand and gave it a firm shake.

“You excited to be at Burkwood? You know you get to treat the chicks like slaves here!” Tyler buzzed, positively shaking with the excitement. “I had to beg my folks for 6 months to get enrolled.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard.” Vince said, thinking it was too good to be true. He’d believe it when he saw it.

“Mom, just fuck off!” He heard a commotion as the gorgeous red haired girl that had caught his eye earlier marched down the hallway, frowning, an overweight woman with a designer purse chasing after her.

“Eve, you cannot do things like this! You WILL stay at Burkwood and learn some decent manners!” Her mom barked at her, brandishing her purse like a warhammer.

“JUST. LEAVE. ME. ALONE!” The girl yelled as she spun on her heels, and sighed, quickly looking down at her paper and joining the pool of students in front of room 4A.

“Jesus, she’s hot.” Tyler hissed into Vince’s ear as they both observed from a few feet away, transfixed.

“Yeah…” Vince replied, hypnotized by the elf-like girl. Fiery red hair cascaded down her back, her piercing green eyes framed by spots of freckles, leading down to her full pink lips and pearl white teeth. Nervously taking a small step, Vince approached the girl.

“Hi, i’m Vince.” He said, his voice confident but his timid demeanor giving him away.

“Yeah, get in line.” She replied, not even bothering to look up from her class sheet. Blushing, vince traced his steps back, retreating to the lockers.

“Hahahaha, you got shot down HARD.” Tyler chuckled, slapping Vince on the back.

“Yeah, fuck off Tyler.” He spat, half-joking. She was way out of his league.

“Alright, in in in in in. Come one, guys on the blue desks, girls on the red. Let’s go!” A tall man with glasses and a laminated pass around his neck pushes the door open and ushered the new students in.

“Sit down, be quiet. Let’s make this quick.” He shouted, marching over to his desk and pulling his leather chair out. Vince tentatively walked into the classroom. Rather unusual was ten layout, with the desks split down the middle, with blue desks on one side and bright red on the other. At the front was a clear plexiglass board and a padded table, with some drawers along the wall.

“Hey, best in class!” Tyler motioned him over to the very back corner, but Vince pulled out a blue chair at the very front by the teacher’s desk and sat down, dropping his back pack. The redhead, still visibly upset, marched to the very back, slamming her bag down on the desk opposite Tyler’s.

“Welcome to Burkwood!” The teacher announced, silencing jittery conversation. For a lanky man, he had some surprising authority in his voice. “This campus is your home for the next 6 months. You will see me every day, and you will see each other every day. get friendly.” He said, not needing to shout any more. “Now, I’m sure you’ve heard of our form of alternative education,” He said, as two boys in the back row chuckled and high-fived. “If you didn’t get it off a tabloid, most of what you have heard is most likely true.” He announced, eliciting some panicked whispers from the girls’ side of the room, and making Tyler silently pump his fist in the back of the room.

“Here at Burkwood, we have Dominants,” He said, writing dominants in all-caps, with a bold blue marker on the clear board. “And submissives.” He finished, writing it in smaller lower-case letter, and outlining it in red.

“Now, if any of you haven’t figured out who’s who by now, get out of my classroom” He said, making some students chuckle.

“Boys, you will have received textbooks on your way in. You should have;” He began, reading off a list on his desk. “Basics of Bondage; the beginner’s guide. Punishment and guidance; a disciplinary manual. Sexual Dominance for males, and a form to sign and turn in for your semester supplies. Anyone missing anything?” He asked, looking up at the boys fumbling through their backpacks.

“Right. Now, girls, get up and line up single-file on your side of the room, against the wall.” He said, sitting down. Looking around at the hesitant girls, he slammed his fist down on his desk.

“NOW!” He shouted, making the girls jump and quickly arrange themselves into a uniform line.

“You will come up to the board one by one, announce your name, height, weight, cup size, and and then strip. Your clothes go - here.” He concluded, pushing a dusty blue bin out by his desk. “Alright ladies, let’s move!”

The girls came up slowly, some surprised, a couple crying. But all in all, the events went smoothly, Every time a girl would remove their clothing and stand there at the front of the room trying to cover their bodies, the boys would whistle and catcall, chuckling.

“E-Erica Thiessen. 5’3”, 110lb, B.” One timid girl with streaked hair and blue eyes squeaked, before sliding out of her skirt and flannel.

“Woooo!” Tyler whooped at the back of the classroom. Vince could tell he liked her.

One by one, the girls went through the humiliating process. Some ugly, some fat, but the vast majority of the girls quite attractive, and dripping tears of humiliation. The naked girls were lined up against the boy’s side of the wall, their arm wrapped around their chest and a hand barely covering their pussies. One boy reached out and slapped a girl’s ass as she walked to the back of the line. She just flinched and kept walking, looking down at the floor.

Vince suddenly sat up straight when the redheaded girl stepped up to the front of the room. The boys in the room all collectively murmured, clearly noticing that Eve was above and beyond any other female in the classroom. She simply stood there in her jeans and halter top, arms crossed.

“Name?” The teacher asked, rolling back his chair.

“Blow me.” Eve replied, making the girls look up and the boys laugh.

“What was that?” The teacher asked sternly, getting up from his chair.

“I said,” Eve said, looking straight at the man that towered over her; “Blow me.”

The triumphant smile on her face lasted a split second as the teacher’s hand swung up and grabbed her by her luscious locks, and pulled her face down onto his desk.

“You stuck up little bitch!” He yelled, holding her face down on the cold oak desk as Eve squirmed and grunted.

“Let go, you fucking asshole!” She yelled as the man reared back with his free hand and struck her ass, making her legs tremble and stopping her protesting. Without pause, he swung down again, his large hand bouncing off of Eve’s ass once more. The classroom was now silent, apart from the whoosh of the air and Eve’s gasping and screaming as the man spanked the girl, holding her bent over his desk. After 10 strikes, he lifted her off the desk and struck the back of her knees, making her fall to her knees. Eve was a red heaving mess, her hair plastered onto her sweaty forehead, and her mascara streaming down her cheeks.

Vince sat there, speechless. in disbelief of the swift punishment that had just occurred not 6 feet from where he sat. Leaving the teenage girl kneeling in front of the boy’s desks, the teacher walked to the drawers under the board, sliding one labelled “CLRS” open and taking out a polished leather collar with a thick ring attached to the front. Clasping the collar around the sobbing girl’s neck, he clicked the lock shut and held up the key.

“Now. name, please.” He said, the classroom still hushed, the girls horrified and the boys shocked but amused.

“E-Eve Smith…” The girl choked out, her tears now dropping onto the floor.

“Height, weight, and cup size.” The teacher demanded, grabbing the back of Eve’s head firmly and making her look up at the boys as she answered. Vince’s eyes met her glassy green eyes as she took a deep breath and sobbed once more.

“5’6”, 105lb, and B cup.” She answered, steadily gazing into Vince’s eyes with a dead stare as tears continued to stream out of her eyes.

“Good. Now, strip” The teacher ordered, releasing Eve’s hair. Hanging her head down and shuddering with tears. the girl reached up and pulled off her top, and began unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them off and throwing them into the bin and standing in red panties and a matching lace bra. She stood, looking at the teacher with a pleading look.

“All of it.” The teacher ordered, staring right back at the teary eyed teenage girl. Slowly, she removed her bra, revealing her firm perky breasts with small nipples. The boys laughed and whispered, the rowdy atmosphere filling the classroom once more.

Silently, Eve bent over and slid her panties down, and threw them into the dirty bin, revealing a pale, smooth snatch, save for a small red square of hair above her clit.

“NICE!” Tyler yelled from the back of the room, making the boys cheer and laugh, and making Eve bow her head and shudder as she stood, exposed with a leather collar around her neck. The teacher walked up behind the girl, grabbing her hair with his left hand and pulling her head back, making her arch her back. With his right hand, he slipped his digits between her legs, cupping her pussy.

“Aren’t you a pretty one.” He said, his hand locked around her cunt. “Who wants Eve as their slave?!” He yelled, making every boy in the room instinctively shoot their hand up, including Vince. The teacher called out at Tyler while he softly rubbed Eve’s pussy, making her gasp silently.

“You, in the back. Who said ‘A happy intellectual is the rarest thing I have ever seen’?” He asked, as Eve scrunched her eyes shut and began audibly breathing, almost panting.

“Uh…” Tyler stood there, dumbfounded, like a man that won the lottery and lost his ticket. “Martin Luther King?” He guessed, his voice uncertain.

“Sit down. Sit down. You.” The teacher said, looking at Vince. “Front and center, who was it?” He asked, his fingers sliding against Eve’s clit, making her moan quietly now.

“E-Ernest Hemingway.” Vince answered, remembering the obscure quote. The teacher stopped his fingers and looked at Vince, taken aback.

“Impressive, Mr.?”

“Lee. Vince Lee.” Vince answered, but his gazed was already on Eve, scanning her beautiful features and her streaked mascara. Her green eyes looked fearful, uncertain, as they settled on him.

“Very good, Mr.Lee. Congratulations.” he said, pushing Eve forward, making her fall to her knees in front of Vince’s desk. The girl brushed her matted hair off her face and looked up at Vince, fearful but relieved to have been released from the instructor’s rough hands.

“Kneel next to Mr.Lee’s desk, Ms.Smith. Hands behind your head, chest pushed out, gazed forward and knees spread.” The teacher instructed, turning to the board and gazing at the list of names on the board. As Eve obeyed and fixed her gaze on the board, Vince couldn’t look away. She was messy, but still retained graceful beauty. Vince focused on the girl’s face, not able to believe his luck.

The next half of the class rushed by very quickly. Each boy was assigned a submissive. Tyler got the Erica girl from earlier, to which he gleefully shouted “Yes!” and promptly began teasing the girl as soon as she was kneeling by his seat. The lesson was on controlling your submissive. Basic orders and protocol was learned. Vince caught glimpses of Eve breaking her order and sneaking quick looks at him. Her eyes were really something else. The lesson concluded with a basic punishment routine (Ten strikes to the ass, 5 strikes to the breasts if a serious offense occurs), and instructions to pick up their supplies at the office.

“You are all encouraged to use your slaves tonight. Get to know them, use them for your pleasure; whatever, they exist to serve. Always remember; they are your PROPERTY.” The teacher reinforced as the boys walked out of the room in a line, their left hand grasping the girl’s rings around their neck. The girls were told to walk with their hands behind their back, facing up and obeying the boy’s lead.

“Congratulations Mr.Lee. Very good today.” The teacher commented as Vince passed by him with Eve in tow.

“Thank you.” Vince said, still unused to pulling his slave behind him.

“The next lesson is hands on, people! Bring your supplies!” the instructor yelled out as the students merged into the hallway, the boys chatter and discussing the lesson, the girls silent, some still crying. Tyler caught up to Vince half way down the hall and laughed in glee.

“Can you believe this?” Tyler practically shouted, motioning to the sobbing girl he had by the collar. “What are you, tell my friend.” Tyler ordered the girl.

“Hello… I am Erica… Master Tyler’s fucktoy…” The girl choked out, tears streaming down her face. Vince smiled, getting used to the dynamic of the place. Eve nervously sneaked looks at the sobbing girl, and Tyler’s wide smile as she stood still, heels together and gaze forward.

“She’s pretty, man.” Vince observed, grabbing one of the girl’s breasts and squeezing, making her gasp.

“Yeah, and a pussy like you wouldn’t believe!” Tyler replied as he slid a finger into Erica’s cunt, making her gasp out.

Vince squeezed his hand down on her nipple until the girl screamed.

“P-please Master Vince. My breasts are very sensitive.” She pleaded, still crying. Tyler pulled her in by her collar and gripped her hair, making her gasp once more.

“Shut up when my friend is enjoying you, bitch.” He said sternly.

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” The girl quickly replied, shaking.

“I’m going to fuck you raw.” Tyler hissed into her ear, making her stream tears down her pretty face again.

Seeing his friend occupied, Vince pulled Eve behind him and walked towards the office to retrieve his supplies. To the left, he saw some rooms labeled “Slave Use Stalls”, with a green vacant sign on the front. Intrigued, he pulled his slave behind him and entered the door, flipping the sign and making Eve stumble. Inside the stall, it was a small dimly lit room. A leather covered bench was in the center, with an array of items and straps hung on the wall, and a bolt lock on the thick wooden door, which he promptly slid shut.

Soon, it was only him and Eve in the small room, the commotion of footsteps outside muffled by the thick door. Vince could hear Eve’s heavy breathing, her chest heaving as she gazed around the room at the toys on the walls.

“Kneel.” Vince ordered, directly addressing his slave for the first time. Eve slowly lowered herself onto her knees. “Assume the position.” Vince said, not satisfied with Eve’s exposure.

“Please, can’t we just…” Eve began, but was cut off by Vince.

“Obey, or you get the crop, bitch.” He said, spitting out the last word like venom. Eve looked down at the floor and obeyed, thrusting her chest out and spreading her knees, showing her cunt.

“That instructor really had you going, didn’t he, you little slut.” Vince chuckled as he sat down on the leather bench. Eve bit her lip and focused on keeping her gaze fixed on the wall.

“Answer my question, whore.” Vince ordered, sternly.

“Yes.” Eve spat out, not looking at him.

“That’s yes sir.” Vince said, correcting her and crossing his arms.

“I’m sorry, sir.” Eve said, biting her entire lower lip and frowning.

“Hm. Play with yourself, bitch.” Vince ordered, sitting back. The girl was upset, humiliated. He loved every second of it.

“Please si..” Eve began, but he quickly jumped forward and struck her across the cheek with his palm. “Do it, now.” He ordered, walking over to the wall and fetching a black leather riding crop with a split leather end. He swung it a few times, cutting the air and making a swishing noise, making Eve tremble. Slowly, the girl leaned back and began rubbing her clit, her knees spread obscenely.

“Good girl.” Vince said, patting her red head with the end of the crop. Eve blushed as she sped up her fingers, sliding a single digit into her snatch now. She began panting as Vince sat back and watched, his crop laid across his lap. Just as Eve started releasing her first moans, Vince interrupted her.

“Stop. Crawl over here.” He ordered, motioning to his feet with the whip. Flushed red with humiliation, Eve began crawling, arriving at Vince’s feet. “Now, lick my shoes.” He said, shaking his leather shoe in her face. After a moment of silence, Eve whispered.

“…no.” She said, so quiet it could’ve been missed by anyone else.

“What?!” Vince shouted. He would not have his slave disobey him. He reared back and swung the crop down, landing it on her ass from above. A swish cut through the air and a sharp crack rang out in the room. Instantly, the girl screamed, her arms collapsing from the sudden strike.

“AHHHHHHHHHH!” Eve screeched, a pink welt beginning to form where the crop struck. The girl sobbed, her face pressed against the floor and Vince’s shoes as he brandished the crop.

“Now. Lick my shoes, slut.” Vince ordered  again, adamant that he would get her to obey. Slowly, Eve grasped his shoe and began licking, making little noises as she did so. After a few minutes, she had licked both off his shoes clean, polishing the black leather with her tongue.

“Enough. Kneel.” Vince said, tapping her chin with the tip of his shoe. With a subdued look of anger, the girl looked up at Vince, thrusting her chest out and spreading her legs.

“What do you say?” Vince asked, the crop slowly turning in his hand.

“…thank you sir.” Eve said, barely above a whisper, with her eyes closed. Vince swung the crop across the air in front of her tits, making her flinch in fear.

“Try again.” He said, staring straight at the girl, into her tear glazed eyes, as she stared back with fear, with surprise, with uncertainty.

“Thank you, sir.” She said, louder this time. Her eyes were burning now, her chest trembling with humiliation and rage.

“Good girl. Come here and undo my pants.” He ordered, resting the crop once more. Reluctant but having felt the sting of leather against her ass, Eve quickly crawled up between his legs and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoning his trousers and reaching in, pulling out his rock hard cock. Eve stared for a second, unsure what to do, and looked up at her master for orders. Putting the crop down, Vince grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, leaning in as she gasped and sliding two digits down her throat. Before he reached his knuckles, the girl began gagging, choking and coughing. Pulling his fingers out, he shook his head.

“I see we have a lot of work to do.” He said, and grabbed the base of his shaft. Without warning, he pulled Eve over onto his cock, and slid hallway down here throat. Surprised, Eve made a noise as Vince’s cock began sliding in and out of her throat, her full lips wrapped around his girth.

“Touch yourself, bitch. Make yourself useful.”He said as he used her beautiful hair as a handle and bounced Eve up and down on his dick, her throat bulging and gagging with every thrust. As Eve reached between her spread knees and began rubbing her snatch, which was somehow still wet, he pressed her down until her nose pressed against his crotch. Vince threw his head back and grunted, loving the feeling of her convulsing throat enveloping his cock. The only sound in the room was the squelching of Eve’s fingers against her pussy, and the gagging sound of the  teenage slave choking on Vince’s member. As he held her down, he felt some tears fall from the girl’s eyes onto his crotch as she began pulling against his hand, needing to breath. He pulled her off, and as soon as she gasped her breath, he brutally thrust back into her throat,facefucking her roughly.

“Ahhh… good girl.” He said, feeling Eve’s lips sliding up and down his shaft. Eve was focusing on the pleasurable sensations of her clit as her throat was roughly violated. After what seemed like an eternity, Vince groaned, his balls tightening.

“I want you to swallow everything, slut.” He ordered, as Eve panicked. She had never tasted semen before, and she was nearing an orgasm of her own. “AHHHHHHHHH…” Vince groaned as he shot ropes of cum into Eve’s mouth, and she struggled to swallow the vile juice as it shot into the back of her throat. Eve’s cunt was throbbing, radiating with heat, as she frantically rubbed herself. She craved release.

Pulling his wet shaft out of her mouth, Vince looked at the girl, tear streaked, red, and panting as she neared climax.

“S-sir, may I p-please cum?” She asked as Vince ket his firm grip on her hair. “Please, sir…” she pleaded. All she wanted was this orgasm.

“No. Stop.” He simply replied as he stood up, doing his pants up. Horrified and let down, Eve took her hands off her soaked snatch and assumed the position, her clit throbbing of rerelease. She was humiliated and frustrated.

“Yes sir.” She said, as she looked ahead and bit her lip. Her pussy was burning like the sun, and the after taste of jizz coated the roof of her mouth. Outside, muffled by the door, the PA screeched;

“INTO YORU DORMS. INTO ASSIGNED DORMS, PLEASE. SUBMISSIVES ARE TO ACCOMPANY THEIR MASTERS.” The PA announced as Vince fixed his hair and belt. Sliding two fingers into the ring around Eve’s neck, he pulled on the collar and made his alive stand.

“Come on.” He said as he pushed the door opened and entered the hectic hallway once more…

To be continued…