The School Ch. 07

Luckily for him, Rezero intended to reward his little entrepreneur slut with just that s he grabbed him with both hands and began to facefuck him almost mercilessly. The gurgling sound Zamuel's throat made each time he thrusted all the way in made it so much better and soon his balls drew up close to his crotch and his first orgasm of the day was dumped straight into Zamuel's stomach.

The younger femboy's eyes rolled up and his own cock began to fire off into the milker, his balls utterly drained into the canister.

Rezero pulled out, his cock shining with Zamuel's spit, and stroked the boy's head almost lovingly. He wasn't sure at first how he'd take to his own fuckmeat, thinking that they'd just be somebody he can fuck whenever he wants without a fuss and boss around.

But there's something in Zamuel's shyness and innocence. He wasn't a mean drama queen like most femboys he'd met and looks to have quite a firm head on his shoulders. Didn't even need breaking in, becoming a lovely servant on his first day. Sure, Big Bitch fucked his brains out, but Rezero still expected him to at least kick up some fuss. He wasn't sure what he felt for the boy just yet, but he felt something.

"That's your extra reward for the day. Now get up and make me coffee. We got classes in an hour."

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The first class of the day was physics and the class was as boring as one might expect when it came to it. The level of knowledge was adjusted so that the femboys who skipped out most of Basic in favor of being whores. Madam Fleis was a soft-spoken and quite understanding as he simplified the basic concepts of physics.

Zamuel knew all of that, having been a grade a student back in Basic, so instead he helped out Xero who was struggling with the new information. Xero wasn't kidding yesterday when he said he fucked his way through Basic. Close to the end of the class, Zamuel could easily see the gears inside his girlfriend's head grind to a halt out of sheer mental fatigue.

Madam Fleis strutted around the class in high-heels, clacking around in the relative silence and bending as he went about helping those that need it. There was only the long strip of gray cloth to cover his otherwise bare ass, the bouncy cheeks on full display.

"That problem was so fucking stupid." Xero grumbled after the bell rang and him, Zamuel, Era and Tesana were hanging out in the corridor as they waited for their next class. That one being Maths.

Zamuel looked at the poor femboy with a small smile and squeezed his arm in sympathy. "You'll get the hang of it, love. What about you girls?"

Era yawned. "Eh, basic shit so easy as pie."

"Physics is rather difficult for me. I didn't go to Basic as you three so I'm new to this." Tesana said with a frown as he held his tablet with a physics problem he's got for homework on the screen.

"Xero, Tesana, I can help you girls out with this. You heard what Madam Fleis said." Zamuel offered. Madam Fleis told them that there wasn't a failing grade. Instead there's a fine in roses for each homework that wasn't done and a failed test. The fines most certainly got the lazy femboys to at least try and do their homework. "I don't want any of us to fail."

Tesana smiled, his perfect white teeth in stark contrast to his nubian skin tone, and nodded eagerly. "That'd be great, Zam!"

Zamuel felt Xero press himself against him in a hug and he couldn't help but smile and hug the femboy back. "Sooo, you saw our homeroom teacher teaches Obedience and Toys. What do you girls think it is?"

He couldn't contain the tone of excitement, his arm around Xero tightening to hug his girlfriend even closer. Era perked up at the topic, a grin on his beatific face.

"Obedience training, of course. Have you seen how self-entitled some of these bitches are?" He hissed the last bit in a whisper so the other femboys loitering out in the hall won't hear. Zamuel giggled and nodded. He was lucky to have met and befriended nice girls. He only needed a look at the rest to see that most of their classmates are haughty with their noses in the air.

"Mmm, true. They gotta be broken in to be good sluts." Said Tesana. "We'll ace that subject."

"For sure."

The familiar bell that their break ended rang throughout the school and the girls filed back into the classroom for their math class.

During the class, as Madame Fleis stepped left and right along the display at the front, Zamuel wondered if Fleis was content with teaching such basic mathematics and physics to people who'll forget it the moment they no longer need it. Or the fact that he was a femboy with enough mental acuity and interest to pursue something as dull and drab as maths and physics.

Zamuel didn't kid himself in thinking that he's above average or anything like that. He's self-aware enough to know that he wasn't born to be a mathematician or physicist. There had always been a doubt in his mind about his mental competencies and yesterday Oro and father had confirmed it. He wasn't of a breed that was made to think.

Xero right next to him and Tesana in front were good examples of what being a femboy is all about; a living sex toy.

Rosellate seemed to offer more options, though. Tanya showed Zamuel that, if he works hard enough, he can be something else other than a pleasure slave. Though he didn't think living as someone's pet for pleasure was such a bad thing. Food and warmth alongside being fucked.

A crack of a pointer startled Zamuel back to reality as Madam Fleis quickly whipped the table to jar him back into focus. He heard snickers coming from behind him.

"Not paying attention in class, I see." The stern mistress said. "Your little mind got something more important running through it?"

Zamuel could feel his ears and cheeks go red in shame while the snickers continued. He looked down to his tablet underneath Madam Fleis' unyielding gaze. "Forgive me, mistress."

He missed the strange light in Fleis' eye as he stared into his tablet. The rod slipped under his chin and tilted his head upwards to look at the bald femboy, his glasses making him look a lot more intimidated than Zamuel thought.

"It's detention for you, fuckmeat. Come to my office after class."

Zamuel gulped and nodded, the snickers behind him turning into quiet whispers.

"Where were we? Ah yes, the quadratic equation."