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*******This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. Here we find the conclusion of our time at Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for Men in Mississippi along with a brief final visit to Our Blessed Mother Finishing Academy for Ladies in Arkansas. Both institutions are for students age 19-23. This will be a combination CFNM and CMNF story. Please read the other parts first for context as it will not be explained here. Please leave comments.*******
Our Blessed Mother Finishing Academy for Ladies
Judith felt sorry for Kyla as she stood beside the short, black-haired nineteen-year-old. Judith could tell that Kyla, who was standing in humility position, was having to use all her strength to keep her anus clamped shut and not start ejecting the enema right there.
As he walked by, Monsignor Gregor reached out a hand and rested it on Kyla’s swollen belly, right above her bellybutton. He looked like he was resting his hand on the stomach of a pregnant woman with how bloated Kyla was.
They were in the headmaster’s office. Judith and Kyla, just thirty minutes before, had been sitting in their introductory religion class taking an exam. They thought they were safe to compare answers. The professor was facing the whiteboard. How were they supposed to know the professor would see them in the reflection from the board.
He had taken each of the naked young ladies by the ear and dragged them to the headmasters office. Several other students had witnessed the two ladies getting walked down the hallway.
Judith’s big DD tits had flopped as she was roughly led down the hall. Kyla’s small frame held tiny A cups that barely moved. The way she was twisting as she walked pushed her hips forward giving anyone walking by a clear view of her vaginal lips.
Once they were delivered to the monsignor the strict headmaster had ordered the ladies onto their hands and knees on his desk.
“Now,” Monsignor Gregor had said, “which one of you had the idea to cheat?”
When neither of them replied the monsignor began laying down strong, open-palmed smacks on their asses. One after the other the spanks came down until both of them had stinging asses that were bright red.
When Monsignor Gregor threatened to get the cane Judith blurted, “it was Kyla!”
Kyla gave her friend a hurt look. Judith looked back apologetically as the monsignor told Judith to stand. Kyla was ordered to stay in place.
Monsignor Gregor said, “young lady, you are about to experience a new punishment I am starting to use.”
They both knew the headmaster was talking about an enema. They had both heard the story about the two sophomores that, two weeks earlier, were caught drinking sacramental wine who found themselves standing in humility position forced to retain a large, soapy enema for what felt like a painful eternity.
Judith was told to stand in humility position. She stood, looking at Kyla’s red ass, while the headmaster went into his private bathroom. She could hear water running.
The water ran for what felt like an eternity until Monsignor Gregor emerged from his bathroom with a bulging, red enema bag. The white hose snaked out of it and had a large yellow nozzle at the end.
Kyla’s eyes went wide at the sight. She began taking deep breaths.
With each breath Judith could see Kyla’s butthole wink at her as it sat perched on top of her vulva.
Monsignor Gregor reached bursa escort up and hung the bag off the light fixture over his desk.
Judith took in the show. The headmaster jammed the nozzle into Kyla’s starfish without any lube, prompting a squeal from Kyla. She begged for mercy from the headmaster as he clicked open the tube. Kyla let out a low moan as water began shooting into her rectum and colon.
Judith didn’t think it was possible, but the massive, bloated bag was deflating as all the water was slowly entering the freshman’s gut.
When the bag was finally empty Kyla was squirming with her arms wrapped around her belly. She moaned, “monsignor, please can I use the bathroom?”
Gregor shook his head and ordered Kyla to her feet and to get into humility position.
Her now swollen belly jiggled as she put her hands behind her head. Her face was red, and she was leaning forward slightly. Her intestines were cramping worse than ever before. She begged, “I need the toilet!”
“No young lady. You will hold the water until I am satisfied you have been thoroughly punished,” the monsignor said, calmly.
Kyla wailed, “Ooooooohhhhhh! Please! It’s cramping bad now!”
Judith continued watching her friend in colonic agony. She was very happy that in just a couple weeks she would be graduating from Our Blessed Mother Finishing Academy for Ladies. Unfortunately for Kyla, she still had three more years to go.
Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy
Lyle’s eyes were wide.
Duke had his eyes clamped shut.
Justin shouted, “It’s too big! Please turn it off!”
Sister Morgan was quite happy with the site in front of her. They were in the locker room off the gym. Lyle, Justin, and Duke were lying on their stomachs on the locker room benches with their arms and legs secured. Thrusting in and out of their anus’s were three large, flesh-colored silicon dildos. They were mounted to pistons with each one being connected to a fucking machine.
Sister Morgan had called them “punishment poles” after she had secured the guys.
To the guys relief, the nun had smeared a fat glob of lube on each pole before lining the dildo up.
Justin and Lyle had been caught swearing in the cafeteria at dinner by Sister Olivia. Duke had tried to stand up for Justin and Lyle and the 22-year-old got in trouble himself for back-talking.
All three guys had begun begging as soon as they saw the three dildos mounted on the pistons in the locker room.
Duke had spluttered, “sister, anything but that. They….. they’re too big.”
As she was securing Justin to the bench he moaned, “this is humiliating. Can….. we get the paddle?”
Sister Morgan had never had anyone actually ask for the paddle. She had lectured the the young men after she had turned the motorized pistons on.
Between the wails of the three guys, the sister said, “how dare the two of you use that language. And Duke, you graduate in less than a month. You know better than to disrespect a member of faculty by back-talking.”
Duke moaned, “I’m sorry sister. Please turn it off!” His butthole burned as the massive dildo jackhammered his rectum. It was so much worse than taking the purity bulb because the dildo didn’t get thinner. It was the same width the whole time. The unending thrusting was tickling his prostate and jamming into his bladder making him feel like was gonna bursa eskort start pissing.
Sister Morgan walked around the back of the three guy’s. She could see the punishment poles jammed in between their three pairs of ass cheeks, each of them with a different amount of hair.
She could tell from Justin’s black-hair filled ass crack that his poor starfish was stretched to its limit. It was moving in and out with the thrusting of the flesh-colored piece of silicon.
Lyle’s chubby thighs jiggled as the pole continued its attack on his anus. There was a small ring of brown hair encircling his butthole that was now stretched painfully wide.
Duke’s cute, gangly butt was covered in goosebumps. His nuts were bouncing up and down below the punishment pole. She could hear him whimpering with shame.
The nun had clear view of the three young mens penis’s. They were all achingly hard and pushing up against the edge of the bench. Duke’s eight-inch dick was even drooling clear precum into the floor.
Sister Morgan continued the humiliation by asking, “Lyle, what state is your sex organ in right now?”
His face glowed red in humiliation as he grunted, between thrusts of the dildo, “I have an erection sister.”
“and why do you have an erection, young man?” The nun continued.
Lyle paused then finally spluttered, “I can’t help it, sister. It’s just happening.”
Sister Morgan said, “all three of you have erections right now. Apparently, it’s just happening to all three of you. It’s disgusting you three can’t control yourselves, especially when you’re being punished.”
Duke blurted, “but we can’t control it, sister!”
The nun gave Dukes ass cheeks several hard smacks and snapped, “you keep talking back, Duke. I hope you don’t disrespect your mother like that.”
The 22-year-old knew damn well if he talked back to his mother he would find himself in the bathroom getting his mouth washed out with soap then, possibly, filling an enema bag with soap and water.
Duke counted the days in his head until graduation. As the dildo kept thrusting into his hole, he happily realized he only had 20 days until graduation, and he could leave Our Blessed Redeemer behind.
Epilogue
Five Months Later
Lyle tried to stop himself from screaming in frustration. His dick was harder than it had ever been. He hadn’t cum in four months now. His mom had locked his dick away in its silicone cage when she had picked him up at Our Blessed Redeemer at the end of the last semester.
Even worse, a few weeks later, he got a letter from the academy informing him that after careful consideration the students code of conduct was changing. Students would no longer be granted an orgasm at the end of their purity education classes. The men would “be taught discipline and restraint” according to the letter by keeping them in an erect and excited state during purity education while preventing them from ejaculating.
They were also instituting a purity cage rule. All men would be kept in a chastity cage all semester long and they would be removed at the end of term. The keys to the cages would be held by the academy administration.
Lyle was all too used to the routine in purity education now.
All 28 of the students walked into the gym and took humility position, planting their feet on the footprints on the floor. Behind each of the sets of footprints was one of the padded seats with restraints. They were the same chairs that had been used in their sex Ed seminar.
All 28 of them had clear chastity cages that had their manhoods squished down to just two inches in length.
Justin and Lyle stood across from each other. Justin’s black pubic hair curled over the top of the cage.
Beside them, standing across from each other, were Blaine and Bronson. Bronson’s dark black hair surrounded the cage and his swollen, brown nutsack hung under the cage. Like all the other guys, Bronson’s scrotum was grossly swollen. His nuts were carrying almost three months worth of sperm.
Sister Morgan picked up the box of purity bulbs and, one by one, went up to each young man and told them to squat then shoved the lubricated bulb in. All the guys felt their cocks try to desperately fill with blood, fighting against the cage, from the feeling in their assholes.
Sister Morgan ordered them all to sit. They all took a seat on the padded cushions. Placed in between each of the open legs of the chairs was a bowl to catch any of the fluid their penis’s drooled out as they were edged.
The young men were secured to the restraints on the chairs and then, one by one, the nun came around and removed each young man’s purity cage.
Penis’s sprung outward and they were all quickly standing at attention. Each of them would have sold their parents for the opportunity to jack off. Unfortunately, the restraints kept their arms secured in the chair.
With a few quick clicks on her laptop, Sister Morgan turned all the purity bulbs to their maximum setting. The same setting in the red zone that Dr. Bellows had used on Lyle, Scott, and Justin. The setting just one breath away from the ejaculation setting.
Within thirty seconds all the guys began loudly moaning. It had been almost three months since most of them had cum (four months for Lyle and Justin). They all felt like they were going to cum, but the plug wasn’t letting out a strong enough pulse to cause their groin muscles to contract.
Thirty minutes into the class Lyle was about to scream. His penis ached and his nuts were so full of cum they were almost as swollen as two ripe lemons. His dick had drooled enough precum the bowl looked like it was full of a clear, sticky soup.
Next to Lyle, Bronson was looking up at the ceiling with his lips puckered. The Indian young man’s belly was covered in a dusting of black hair. His uncut weenie was throbbing and a nearly constant flow of precum was dripping into the bowl between his legs.
Across from Bronson, Blaine was letting out quiet moans as he tried to stare at the wall and think of anything else. He tried to think about his class work, his favorite book, or pretty flowers. Nothing worked. He looked down to see his seven-inch cock looking like a throbbing, bulging stick. His dickhead was dark purple. His penis would occasionally twitch. His quivering was causing a small string of drool hanging off his glans to swing back and forth.
Across from Lyle, Justin was so close to cumming. He knew if he could just get his hand on his penis for one stroke he would be able to cum. He tried reaching his fingers, but they wouldn’t reach. He let out a defeated wail which made his weenie swing wildly, sending precum flinging in the floor.
Sister Morgan felt a devilish smile cross her face. It was just another day at Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for Men. She kept the grin on her face as she walked along the line of young men, looking at the 28 erections ahead of her, each one drooling into the bowls between the mens legs.
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