Justin sighed as he opened his notebook. One more day of this bullshit, then he could go on semester break. Fucking finally. He couldn’t wait for break – Christmas was what he was most looking forward to, but the idea of three weeks off from school was almost even more appealing.
“Justin!”
He jumped at the sound of his name, looking up to see the teacher glaring at him. “Are you paying attention?”
“Um… yes?”
“Then maybe you could tell me,” his anatomy teacher said as she crossed her arms, “what section of the course we’re doing this project on?” He hesitated, then hung his head. “I thought so,” she concluded as his face turned pink, scattered snickers drifting through the class. “As I was saying, this project focuses on section four of the course – penile development and anatomy. Quiet, quiet, come on, you guys are seniors. You’re practically adults, the word penis shouldn’t be funny to you. Now, this project focuses on male anatomy, particularly the inner workings of the penis. Because this is a small class, and because you are a higher grade level, I’ve decided that this year’s end-of-semester project will be to perform a dissection of the penis.”
The females in class groaned in disgust, some of them giggling, while the males crossed their legs and coughed and gagged.
“Oh, settle down,” the teacher sighed. “They won’t be real.” She used her pencil to tap the closed box resting on her desk. “They’re fake, almost like, um… adult toys. They’re made of silicone, designed so that you can see and identify the insides of a penis when you make your -” she used air quotes to accentuate the last word – “incisions. Now, let’s make a single-file line on this side of the room, and I’ll pair each of you off with one of the silicone figures, a craft knife, and a worksheet that will tell you what to do. Do not forget to answer the questions, people, it’s not just directions. And be careful with the knives, they’re small but they are sharp, and I don’t feel like sending anyone to the nurse today.”
Justin sighed, feeling just as uncomfortable as the rest of the guys in here. He couldn’t think of any guy who would want to see a dick dissected, even if it was basically just an anatomically-correct dildo. But then, at least he was about to be paired with Celeste. She’d been transferred from first period Anatomy to sixth period a week or two ago, and had been sparing him today – thought it was kind of unnerving due to the relentless teasing and in-class orgasms she’d been subjecting him to almost every day now. He didn’t mind too much, however, just allowing himself to enjoy the break she’d been giving him before the end of the semester.
The class split into their respective pairs, each branching off to a different desk and pulling up chairs so that two people could fit at one desk. Celeste smiled and gave Justin a soft “hey”, to which he responded with a smile and a nod. “Are you doing okay?” she asked him quietly.
“Just waiting for the end of the day.”
“Dude, me too. Can’t wait to go home.”
“Any plans?”
In response to his question – an innocently-intended question that she was no doubt about to twist – she looked away and grinned. “A little, actually. I was hoping you’d come home with me after school today? Unless you’re busy, of course.” She glanced back up at him curiously, and he wasn’t sure he could resist those beautiful eyes.
But, shit, last time he’d visited her house, they’d nearly hooked up, and… clearing his throat, he leaned forward and whispered cautiously, “I’m not gonna lose another body part, am I?”
“I don’t think so,” Celeste giggled. “I just wanted to… y’know, hang out.” Hang out. Was she implying a hook up? How could he even manage that with no dick? God, he desperately wanted to fuck her, but it didn’t seem feasible considering his dismemberment. Celeste seemed to guess what he was thinking, because she brightened up a little and leaned forward. “I almost forgot!” she whispered. “I wanted to play a game with you.”
“Game?”
“A game!” She smiled as she put her backpack in her lap and put her hand into one of the pockets. “Remember that one night when you called me? Like, two weeks ago, maybe? The freezer?”
Justin felt his whole body go stiff for a moment, his blood running cold and the hair on his arms and neck standing up. The word freezer immediately reminded him of the entire night’s worth of memories from roughly two weeks ago. The freezer had been so cold it almost burned, and she’d delighted in leaving it in there until he was on the verge of tears before taking it out and soothing his manhood under warm water from the sink, then doing it all over again. He could handle it, at least, but then she had “accidentally” dropped his dick in the garbage disposal, and had made him beg over the phone for her not to turn it on. He thanked God his dick was still intact after that little game, and was nervous about what she had in mind this time. “What, um… what does that night have to do with this new game you’re thinking of?”
Before answering, Celeste looked around the classroom, as if checking that the coast was clear. Instinctively, Justin looked around as well – everyone was too engrossed in their projects to look at them – and when he turned back around, Celeste was sitting up straight with her hands neatly folded in front of her, her bright smile striking him as a little unsettling. For a moment, he didn’t register why she was suddenly so focused on their work. She had just been digging around in her bag for something, apparently looked around to see if they were being watched, and then…?
Oh.
Oh.
Oh, fuck.
His dick was lying on the table in place of the hyper-realistic dildos they were supposed to be working with. The dildos they were supposed to be dissecting. And she was picking up the craft knife, her eyes twinkling.
“What the fuck kind of game do you think you’re playing?” he hissed as he stared down at his own dick.
“A fun one,” Celeste whispered back, placing the blunt side of the tiny blade against his tip and leaning forward again. “I wanna see how far I can push you.”
“You’re sick, woman.” His stomach turned over at the thought of what she was about to do, and he hated himself for getting hard for this. His dick was already growing on the table.
“You still like me,” Celeste teased. “Don’t worry, this will be quick. I just wanna know if you’re coming over today.”
“I know what you wanna do, though,” he said. “How am I supposed to do any of that when my… ugh… when my dick is right on this fucking table?”
“It’s easy,” Celeste purred. “I don’t want to fuck you. I want something more fun.” She lifted the knife for a moment, and he sighed in relief. “Oral.”
“Oral?” He hesitated, looking at her curiously.
“Oral,” she repeated quietly. “You’re not my first hookup or my first boyfriend. But I’ve never had my pussy licked. I wanna see if you’re any good at it.”
Justin started to fidget in his seat, his cock growing harder on the desk between them, almost completely erect now. His stomach was heavy with anxiety and he was suddenly very sweaty. “I’ve – I’ve never eaten pussy before.”
“Well, it looks like that’ll be another of your firsts, then. From the giant loads you’ve given me, I’m guessing I’m your first blowjob? And your first fuck.” She lowered the knife again, this time putting the blade to his tip and giving it a feather-light amount of pressure. Justin’s heart raced at the threat. “And if you don’t come over and eat me out today,” Celeste purred, “I’ll make sure I’m your last, too. What’s it gonna be?” Justin gritted his teeth as she dragged the knife gently down his shaft, hissing at the tiny, agonizing pinpricks from the blade barely breaking the sensitive skin. Almost microscopic beads of blood followed the knife’s trail, and as she reached his balls, she pressed a little harder, making him want to scream in agony as his body flushed with heat. He hated that she had this much control over him, and he wanted to be defiant, but he could feel everything.
His dignity wasn’t worth his balls.
“Fine, fine!” he hissed under his breath. “I’ll come over after school! Just please stop it with the fucking knife!” He breathed a sigh of relief as she obliged, tucking his dick back into her bag and replacing the dildo they were supposed to be using. He watched, frozen in fear and sickness, as she dragged the knife down the middle of it, from the frenulum straight down to the balls. The skin separated easily, too easily, revealing silicone in varying shades of red and pink. Justin felt nauseous, but he couldn’t deny the throbbing in his own dick, hidden within the depths of Celeste’s backpack as she so swiftly dissected the false penis, clearly satisfied with herself.
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Getting to Celeste’s house, setting his things down, and even her pulling him into a passionate, lustful kiss – it was all mostly a blur. Yet here he was, his tongue sliding into her waiting mouth with ease as she dragged him onto her bed. He groaned in pleasure as she reached down beside her bed, where she’d dropped her bag, and began stroking his cock. She pulled it out and held it tight in one hand, and he could feel himself throbbing in her grip already.
Slowly, gently, he began kissing downwards, trailing kisses and nibbles down from her lips. Along her jawline, across her collarbone, his stomach feeling tight with nerves. She moaned as he cautiously pushed up her shirt, exposing her tits. She hadn’t worn a bra that day, and fuck, her tits were perfect. Smooth and soft, her pink nipples standing up at attention against the cold bedroom air – or perhaps in anticipation of his tongue. He moved lower, grabbing one of her tits in his hand while flicking his tongue over the other one’s nipple, smirking as she moaned again. He sucked the little pink nub between his lips, rolling the other one between his fingers to make her arch into him. His earlier worries seemed to melt away with every flick of his tongue, and he groaned against her chest as she tightened her grip around his severed dick, her fingers finding their way around his balls to squeeze them hard.
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