10 comments/ 21129 views/ 11 favorites WVC Ch. 15: The Cxld Art Class By: gupiao The e-mail that I received on Sunday, March 22nd read. "Meredith Reynolds has cancelled her Art Class for Monday. However, you are to report to the classroom at the same time as usual and wear your leather cock strap. Bring your collar and the box of numbered costumes that you retrieved Wednesday (WVC Ch.13- The Traffic Stop). Your trainer will assist you in understanding how to wear them. At that time, you will also learn more about the White Vampyres Club, and will be able to ask any question you may have. Skip taking your blue pills and the supplements today. Resume taking them tomorrow. You are not to ejaculate." After reading the message, I went back to bed and slept some more. But when Monday morning dawned, I felt fully refreshed. There was a spring in my step as I crossed the campus. Cumming four times in one night after weeks of restraint and denial will do that. I arrived right on time, and was surprised to see that Valerie waiting for me in the empty classroom as well as Erika. Sitting beside a long table, both girls wore loose summery blouses and tight shorts that emphasized the long tanned legs that extended in front of them. Valerie's shorts were dark blue while the other brunette's were tan. As I stood awkwardly just inside the door, I was struck by how attractive they were. The curly haired art student's appeal was a wholesome girl next door look while Erika's was more sultry. Her deep blue eyes gave her a smoldering look. "Hi, Bill. Did you get lots of rest?" Valerie's words didn't have a hint of irony. Suddenly, I blushed, seeing in my mind's eye the eager expression on her face as she sucked my cock. "Yes Ma'am.' Avoiding their eyes, I could feel the flush spreading across my shoulders as Erika took charge. "Since you're going to be trying on all the display suits you have in that box, you might as well start by taking off your clothes." "Yes Ma'am." My blush deepened as I set the opened box on the table. An image of her kneeling before me, her pretty face streaked with ropes of white cum sprang into my mind. My cock started to swell as I began to pull off my t-shirt. "Where's your collar?" That stopped me in mid-movement. With my shirt around my neck, I reached into my pants pocket and retrieved the black leather. Holding it up, I could feel my cock continuing grow, lengthening beneath the tight denim. "Put it on first" I obeyed my trainer, wrapping it around my neck, and then tossing my t-shirt aside. Both girls were studying the bulge in my crotch as I faced them, making no effort to conceal their interest. Feeling more than a little embarrassed, I started to turn away from them to finish taking off my clothes. Erika's voice halted me again. "Did I give you permission to turn away?" "No Ma'am." "Then stay facing us as you strip." Her blue eyes bored into mine before dropping once more below my waist. "Is your penis erect?" By this time, my face was beet red. "Well, not yet." A look of annoyance flashed across her beautiful face as she straightened up in her seat, the rounded globes on her chest swaying slightly. My cock continued to fill and thicken inside the confining cut-offs that I wore. "Why not? Aren't you wearing your leather strap?" "Uh, no Ma'am. I forgot." The growing bulge in my crotch had become uncomfortable enough that I had to reach down and rearrange my swelling log as they watched. A smile flickered across Valerie's lips as Erika frowned. "Is your penis getting hard now?" "Yes Ma'am." The blush on my face intensified even as my cock kept burgeoning. "Well, take of the rest of your clothes and get that leather strap on." "Yes Ma'am." With the two of them watching every move, I unzipped my cut-offs. Bending over, I drew my pants and briefs all the way down to the floor in one swift movement. Although my cock wasn't fully erect yet, it jutted out toward them when I straightened, twitching and quivering under their steady gaze. My trainer nodded approvingly as she picked up a sheet of paper from the open box. "On with the strap." With my swelling cock swinging back and forth, I retrieved the black leather restraint from my pocket and bent at my waist. Arranging it around my cock and balls, I snapped it firmly in place. As I straightened up again, my cock jerked higher until it stuck straight out in front of me, level with the floor. Valerie wet her lips as the other brunette consulted the paper. "Find the plastic bag labeled #1." Right on top, the bag contained a shiny white G-string. It appeared to be identical to the most recent posing pouch that Ms. Reynolds had me wear (WVC Ch.12 - The Int Drawing Class #3), including the sheath extension. As I stepped into it and pulled it up my thighs, the only difference I could tell was that this one was white, whereas the one from art class had been black. Made of a thin white cotton and Spandex blend, it felt like a second skin very as I slipped my balls into the pouch and slid the snug sheath down over my thickened stalk. Not only was the dark red of my engorged cockhead clearly visible beneath the cloth, but the tight material molded to every ridge of skin and revealed each pulsing vein along the sides of my throbbing shaft. I could feel the flush spread down my neck and across my shoulders as I took a deep breath and stood up to face the girls, my cock now fully erect. They were silent, studying my hard-on as it trembled, protruding straight out in front of me. Erika motioned me to come closer. With my jutting cock swaying ominously with each step, I walked to where my trainer indicated, stopping only a few inches in front of them. They leaned close to study my twitching erection. I could feel their warm breath on my cockhead as I automatically assumed the position, feet well apart, hands clasped on top of my head, arching my back slightly and pushing my hips forward so that I thrust my stiff cock up toward their pretty faces. "Do you know why these are called 'Display Suits'?" Erika didn't look up as she spoke. She was busy studying my bobbing hard-on. "Because they display your male genitals, your penis and your testicles for the maximum benefit." As she continued, the dark haired trainer reached out to run her hand along the outside of my hip, caressing my skin. "Some suits, such as this one, are designed to be worn in the water." Her teasing fingers slipped between my open thighs, the back of her hand brushing against the taut material of the bulging pouch. When she turned her hand over to cup my balls in the palm of her hand, I gasped. "Although this suit will most likely become completely transparent. Don't you think so, Val?" Reaching up to place one delicate fingertip right on the indentation at the very tip of the shiny sheath caused by my gaping cockslit, her curly haired companion grinned as she answered, slowly rubbing it back and forth. "Absolutely. It'll be like he's totally nude." My face now beet red, I started to squirm as two girls kept playing with me. Erika rolled my tightly bound balls in her hand while the curly haired brunette pressed her finger against the side of my bloated knob and spun it in an ever widening circle. "This suit seems to fit him quite well. Try on the next one." My shapely trainer released her grasp of my balls as she spoke. Stepping back, I peeled the white thong off my distended shaft and down my thighs. As I retrieved the second plastic bag, my projecting hard-on waved proudly in front me and she asked. "What would you like to know about the Club, Bill? This is your chance to get some answers." "I count a total of nine members in the Club. Plus Mistress Shannon. Is that right?" "That's right, in the current Club membership. Although there are many alumnae, both on campus and off." The gorgeous brunette paused as she watched me unwrap display suit #2, a bright blue Spandex pouch with another skin-tight sheath, this one with lots of straps attached. Once I pulled on the sheath and tightened the strap behind my cock and balls, I didn't know what to do with the others. "Need some help?" "Yes Ma'am. I guess I do." I turned toward my trainer, my hard-on jutting out from my crotch, the neon blue straps hanging down between my legs. Erika gathered them up and began tightening them, one by one, starting with the one around the base of my shaft. As she watched my trainer lace them around the swollen sheath, Valerie added. "You've already met several alumnae of the Club." "I have?" She nodded, eyeing my bloated log as Erika tightened the second strap around the middle of my thickened stalk. "Dr. Henry, the shop girls at the Velvet Fist and the Swimmer's Edge, as well as Coach Turner. Plus there are more mistresses that you haven't met yet." "More mistresses?" The final strap fit just under the ridge of my bloated cockhead, and Erika gave it an extra tug so that the swollen bulb appeared larger than normal beneath the bright blue material. Inside the shiny Spandex, it looked like a squeeze ball, although one with a sizeable indentation where my cockhole was. Leaning forward, Valerie ran her fingertip over the rounded surface of my trembling knob as she answered. "Yes. You may meet them during your training sessions with Erika." I shivered as she continued to tease my hard-on through the shiny cloth. "What are those like? Are they hard?" The two girls exchanged glances and giggled. "You might say that, although you most certainly will be. This suit obviously fits him. Try on the next one."' I had no difficulty unfastening the nylon straps, or peeling the skin tight cloth of my raging erection. As I retrieved the next bag, I probed a bit more. "So these training sessions are private?" "Yes, usually it will be just you, me, and a Mistress, probably Mistress Shannon to begin." My trainer continued as I withdrew the third display suit from the open box, a black Spandex pouch with a single attached strap and another tubular extension, only this one was open at the tip. "What are they like? I mean, what kind of training will I have?" Erika paused as I slid my swollen cockshaft into the close fitting sheath, arranging the long tube so that the elastic edge was snug behind the prominent ridge of my cockhead before carefully dropping my leather bound balls into the pouch. The single snap at the base pulled the shiny cloth tight around the base of both my cock and my balls. My bare bulb protruded from the end of the sheath, dark red and eager for attention. As I faced the girls and assumed the position once more, shoving my quivering hard-on toward them, my gorgeous trainer answered me. "I'm afraid l can't say any more. That's really up to Mistress. Next question." Before I could respond, Erika reached up and caressed the taut skin of my exposed bulb, lightly running her forefinger back and forth across the smooth top. I swallowed. "Nine is an odd number for the current Club members. Why nine?" The dark haired trainer kept fondling my bloated knob while she answered, studying the way my stiff cock quivered under her delicate touch. "Three per class. Three sophomores, three juniors and three seniors." "Oh." As Valerie leaded forward to slip her hand between my spread thighs to cradle my balls, she added. "We're both juniors." I drew what I thought was a logical conclusion. "So that means there'll be three freshmen, uh - women." I was starting to breathe heavier as Erika curled her fist around the upper section of my thickened shaft, just below the exposed head and squeezed. "You and two freshmen girls. We think we know who they are, but we'll know for certain soon." "You'll meet them. Soon." Valerie assured me as she continued to bounce my balls lightly up and down in the palm of her hand. "Try on the next suit, Bill." My trainer consulted the sheet of paper while I stepped back to unsnap the pouch and peel the sheath of my throbbing hard-on. The fourth display suit was bright red, and when I held it up, I discovered that it was only a pouch. Where a sheath might have been, there was only another hole, one with a metal ring sewn into it. Erika was grinning when I looked up, puzzlement on my face. "Yup, this suit only holds your balls. Your penis goes through the smaller hole." Even though I'd been standing totally nude before these two gorgeous women for the better part of an hour, I still blushed at her words. As I worked my thickened cockshaft through the narrow opening, my trainer continued. "They've been customized to fit you, but we're never sure until you try them on." "And while your suits exhibit your penis, ours reveal our breasts and pubes." The curly haired brunette helpfully added as I finally squeezed my bloated stalk through the unyielding opening and straightened up, sliding my feet apart and assuming the position again. My shaft had turned dark red, wedged through the ring that felt just a little too small. "What do think, Erika? Is it too tight?" Valerie asked her friend without raising her green eyes from my quivering bulb. My trainer didn't answer. Instead she curled her hand around the root of my stalk, where it emerged from the neon red pouch. "Maybe." As she gripped my swollen pole, she ran the fingertips of her other hand over the engorged knob, now purple and stretched incredibly taut. She still fondling me when there was a knock on the door. "Oh yes. I forgot to mention that we're expecting a couple of guests. Val, could you see who that is?" Guests? Standing with my purplish hard-on bulging from the tiny pouch, my feet spread apart and my hands clasped on top of my head, I felt extremely vulnerable as Valerie rose to answer the door. Erika idly stroked the tip of my cockhead as we waited for the visitor to enter. I tried to swallow, finding little saliva to help me. The woman was short and vivacious, an attractive brunette with lively blue eyes, surprisingly thick eyebrows and a tight, compact body. Her small breasts barely moved as she walked, sharp nipples poking determinedly through her thin blouse. As she came directly up to me, coolly examining my body, my trainer slowly released her grip on my obscenely swollen cock, sliding her fingers lightly alongside my exposed shaft, causing it to bob up and down as she introduced us. "Bill, this is Ms. Terri Morris, the instructor for the advanced drawing class. She's heard from Ms. Reynolds how good a model you are." Centering her gaze below my waist, Ms. Morris studied my jutting erection for a long moment before she spoke. I could feel the heat rising from my face as my blush deepened. "They were right. He does have a rather large one." Erika cleared her throat as the short brunette continued to examine my dark red hard-on. "We were concerned that the metal ring in his suit might be too small." Leaning closer to inspect the base of my swollen shaft, the art teacher nodded. "I think you're right. Have him take it off so I can evaluate him better." Not sure I should I should obey her, I looked at my trainer for guidance. She grinned at my hesitation. "Go ahead, Bill. I'll make sure this suit is fixed." Immediately, I bent over and pinched my bloated knob to force the blood to retreat back down my stalk. It took a while, but finally I was able to squeeze the rigid ring off my cock and unwrap the neon red pouch from my balls. Erika took the tiny suit from my hand and dropped it into her backpack on the table as she ordered me. "Assume the position." As I followed her directions, my sore cock hung down between my legs, still thick and heavy but bright red from the display suit. The petite instructor strolled behind me, letting her fingers trail across my shoulders as she continued to look me over. I shivered at her touch as she let them drift down my back until they grazed the upper curve of my ass. Cupping one bare buttock, she squeezed firmly, and then rotated the muscle in a large circle. Grabbing the other cheek as well, she pulled them wide apart. It didn't take much imagination to realize what she was examining now. With my ass spread open, I was certain she inspecting my exposed sphincter. As the moment of silence stretched longer, the flush on my face and neck grew darker. Abruptly, Ms. Morris released my butt and ambled around to my right side. I shivered again as she softly caressed my chest, letting her fingers trail across my stiffened nipples before drifting lower, lightly stroking the ridges of my abdominal muscles. I could feel the blood below my waist reverse course once more, flowing back into my reviving cock. I swallowed as her circling fingertips slid lower still, over my smooth pubic mound until they were just above the root of my burgeoning stalk. Staring down at the twitching pole sticking straight out from my crotch, she asked my trainer. "Does it get any bigger?" "No, he's about fully erect now." "I ask because it seems that the angle of his erection seem relatively low." "Apparently, it's because of his size. The heavy weight of his penis keeps it from elevating and pointing up to the ceiling as with most other males." She reached out toward me, and I thought she was going to touch my projecting cock, but instead, she clutched the front of my thigh, squeezing it, testing to see how firm my muscles were, I guess. My hard-on bobbed up and down in response to her attention, and she nodded. "Yes, he does have excellent muscle definition, which would be wonderful to draw. And I like that he shaves." She paused, watching closely as she ran her fingers along the inside of my open thigh, excruciatingly close to my quivering cock. "He'll do." With that, she withdrew her hand, spun around on her heels and left. I watched her slim hips sway with each step. She was quite attractive. "I think she likes you." Valerie grinned as she glanced up from watching my stiff cock jerk and twitch as it jutted out from between my legs. My trainer consulted the sheet of paper as she directed me. "I think from here on, you'll need to discard the leather strap. The rest of your display suits have built-in enhancements." Without any hesitation, I unsnapped the strap and tossed it aside. Released from the leather restraint, my cock drooped only the smallest amount. I'd become so used to wearing it, and since it had been only two days since I'd cum voluminously, I wasn't sure how my erection would respond. As I rummaged in the box to retrieve suit #5, I asked. "When you talk about the display suits, I understand what's being displayed, that's kind of obvious -" I held up #5 to make my point. It consisted of a black nylon strap, a G-string tied to three metal rings, welded together to make my point. I stepped into the leg holes and pulled the metal rings up to my crotch and then, I stopped, stumped as how to put on the rings, I looked up toward Erika. She was smiling broadly. "Pull both your penis and your testicles through the largest ring. Good, now slide your penis through the smallest one." Valerie was watching intently as I followed directions. "Excellent! Now all that's left to do it to pull your testicles through the last ring." Immediately, my cock responded by stretching up and out, swelling from the trio of shiny metal rings, reaching out toward the two girls who were studying its twitching progress. My trainer nodded approvingly as I finished my earlier thought. "So when do I wear these display suits?" Still watching my throbbing hard-on, Erika answered. "In addition to formal ceremonies, Club members also participate in various scenarios. You'll receive instructions when you'll wear them, and what else you are to do." WVC Ch. 15: The Cxld Art Class "Scenarios?" Valerie extended her hand as she answered, sliding her fingers along my trembling shaft. "Scenes. Scenarios. Playtime. Club members have a number of ways to refer to them." The dark haired trainer watched her friend's feathery touch slide up and down my cock, tracing the bulging veins, circling the swollen crown. "Oh. You mean like when I borrowed your car?" "Exactly like that." I thought for a minute, enjoying the expert caresses the curly haired brunette gave me as she ran her fingertips across the taut surface of my swollen cockhead. "Was that what you meant when your boyfriend, uh - your ex-boyfriend refused to join you in a play scene?" She looked up at me and grinned, her green eyes sparkling. "Uh huh." I was starting to breathe heavier as she circled my rounded bulb and rubbed the pad of her thumb lightly back and forth across my cockslit, teasing it to gape open. "But aren't you guys gay? I mean, you do and the other club members seem to like other women." Another thought occurred to me and I kept talking as they looked at me. "Or was that why you broke up?" Suddenly, I stopped and blushed, realizing that I'd said too much and that maybe I'd insulted them. But instead, they glanced at each other and giggled. I breathed a sigh of relief as Erika leaned forward to cup my balls where they hung below the metal ring. "We both like women as well as men. And I think it was quite obvious last Saturday night that many of the other members enjoyed having a male to play with, especially one as well-endowed as you are." I blushed again as my trainer curled her other hand around the base of my thickened stalk and began to squeeze. They grew stronger until she was slowly pumping my cock, up and down. "Some of us may actually prefer men, but there have been so few to choose from here on campus, it's hard to tell. That's actually how the Club came about." Valerie kept toying with my cockhole, slipping the edge of her fingernail into the yawning crevice as she spoke. "But to answer your question, yes. We all like other women." As she cradled my balls, Erika continued to jack my bloated shaft and followed with comments with her own. "I like both men and women. Equally I think, but I'm not sure since I've had much more experience with women." She glanced down, studying the clear drop of liquid that just emerged from the open cavity at the tip of my bulb, glistening under the lights. Other members clearly prefer women, but judging by the reception you received the other night, I think we're finding that there's a sizable percentage that like males. Or at least, they like playing with you, and this large penis of yours." As it drooled from my leaking cockslit, Valerie smeared the fluid all over the end, covering as much of the shiny skin as she could. "This suit fits fine. Next.' While Erika released her double handed grip on my cock and balls, her friend only reluctantly let me go. With my now oozing hard-on swinging back and forth, I turned to slide the triple ringed suit off as my trainer explained. "As Val mentioned, the beginning of the Club can be traced back to the 1930's. During World War Two, the complete absence of men drove the faculty and students to find other outlets for their energies." After pinching my swollen bulb to force the blood back down my pole, I worked the metal rings of my slowly shrinking erection. Dropping it back into the open box, I picked up the plastic bag that contained the next suit. "With the coming of the '50's, the codes and procedures of the Club began to be formalized and with the arrival of the swinging '60's and 'Free Love', the Club really expanded." Number 6 was a single metal ring with a few small straps of elasticized black nylon attached. I figured the ring went on first, so I bent over and pulled my cock and balls through the narrow opening. Erika assisted me from there, skillfully looping the straps so they lifted and separated my balls, holding them up and out like a pair of Grade A eggs. Another strap she twisted around the base of my shaft. The pressure from the elastic constricted my stalk and trapped the blood as it flowed below my waist. As I straightened up, my cock immediately rose to attention, pointing straight out from between my thighs and quivering under the close scrutiny of the two beautiful coeds. Wetting her lips, my trainer watched it twitch as she continued the history lesson. "From the '60's until today, the Club has continued to grow and expand its reach while at the same time remaining out of the spotlight. We have always preferred to operate behind the scene. Today, former Club members have positions of power and influence on the campus as well as throughout the immediate region." Erika reached up to caress the flaming cockhead with her fingertips. I caught my breath as she pressed her palm flat against the oozing slit at the very tip, rotating her hand back and forth. I tried not to squirm under the relentless twisting, and her curly haired companion smiled at my discomfort. "Aren't you supposed to be in the position?" "Yes Ma'am." Quickly, I snapped my hands on top of my head, shuffled my feet apart and thrust my hips forward. Smiling her approval, Valerie wrapped her fist around the base of my swollen stalk and began milking me. After a long moment of silence, she picked up where her friend left off. "You may have noticed that the Club provides its members with an extensive wardrobe." "Yes Ma'am. I had wondered about that." "The Club has a rather large endowment. A number of the early members were quite wealthy and left large sums of money to the furthering and maintenance of the Club. In addition, we have had a few more recent alumnae, one in particular has become filthy rich. Their continued support has assured the monetary future of the Club." Valerie's efforts were starting to bear fruit. Smick, smick - the familiar sound echoed off the walls of the classroom as my trainer delicately slipped her fingernail into the yawning hole at the end of my purplish bulb, gently rimming the edge. I was beginning to pant as I wondered. "Do members ever receive scholarships? Or are they allowed to work for the Club and be paid?" The two coeds exchanged glances before Erika answered. "I'm not aware of any undergraduate ever being paid by the Club, but grants sometimes are made. We understand you're on an athletic scholarship and that money's tight. They may be able to work something out. Time to try on the next suit." Working carefully, I stretched the nylon cords and released my cock and balls from the thin black elastics. Only then was I able to squeeze the rigid metal ring off. As I placed it back in the box, I asked another question. "Since Valerie did have a boyfriend, does that mean that the Club members can date?" Erika had a smirk on her face as they looked at each other. As I picked up suit #7, I realized that it was much heavier than any of the others. It consisted of a series of bright yellow straps with a row of shiny metal rings attached. I was surprised to see the art student avoid my eyes and her pretty face color slightly. "Val started going out with that guy during high school. She was told that once you join the Club, it becomes almost impossible to maintain an outside vanilla relationship." "A vanilla relationship?" "One that doesn't involve costumes and scenarios. Put on the suit, Bill." Stepping into the leg openings, I carefully pulled the heavy metal up my thighs. "This one's known as 'the Gates of Hell'. The largest ring goes around the base of your genitals." Under Erika's watchful eye, I slipped the large ring on over my cock and balls. Once it was firmly in place, and then looked to her for guidance as I held the other five rings in the palm of my hand. She grinned at me. "Where do you think those go, silly? Work them down the shaft of your penis one at a time." Bending over, I squeezed them onto my swelling stalk, one by one. It took some time, but when I finally pinched my cockhead to allow the last ring to settle snugly right behind the high ridge that crowned my bulb, I stood up, proud that I'd been able to get them all on. The weight of all that metal pulled the angle of my erection down toward the floor. Both girls inspected my caged cock, swinging heavily between my thighs as I shuffled my feet apart, reassuming the 'present' position. "Very impressive, Bill. Because your penis so thick, we had to have this suit special ordered." There was another knock at the door, and Valerie jumped up to answer it. Alarmed by another unknown intruder, I stood there frozen, my metal clad cock bobbing more down than up. The darker haired girl continued, watching my pole swing between my open thighs. "In most suits like this, the rings gradually get smaller as they reach the end, but since we had your exact dimensions, we had yours custom made." The curly haired brunette returned with another woman, a tall blonde with a regal bearing, a narrow face and thin lips. She wore a pair of stylish glasses that effectively hid her eyes, but the focus of her steady gaze was unmistakable as she stared down at my armored cock, swaying heavily before me. "So this is the young man I've heard so much about." As the blonde drew closer, she continued to examine my struggling erection as it jutted out from my bare crotch, pointing down toward the floor. Valerie introduced the newcomer, who briefly raised her eyes up to meet mine. Behind the glasses, her eyes were dark brown and quite large. "Bill, this is Eva Redmond, the photography instructor." "I'm so pleased to meet you, young man." I thought she was reaching out to shake my hand so I dropped them to greet her. When she casually cradled my metal clad cock in her palm instead, I hastily replaced them on top of my head. The two girls watched as Ms. Redmond rolled my weighty pole, lifting it high before she rubbed her thumb back and forth across the narrow slit at the tip. I winced as she handled me, brusquely, like I was a choice piece of meat. "Well, this large penis of his is most impressive." Releasing my cock so that it swung down between my open thighs, Ms. Redmond sauntered behind me and ran her hand across my buttocks, letting her fingers slide into the deep valley between them, quickly finding my puckered hole. I took a deep breath, thinking she was going to slip it inside, but instead, she jerked her hand back and delivered a sharp spank to my bare ass. I yelped in surprise. Chuckling, she circled back around to my front and gazed down at my swinging cock, still reverberating from her smack. "Yes, with his extraordinary muscle definition and such fine responsiveness to external stimuli, I think he will be a fine model. Especially with that big dick." Finally raising her eyes back up to my blushing face, she slyly smiled before she turned and left the class room. Erika was smiling too. "Both of these art teachers will pay you very well to pose for their classes, more than you're being paid now. Try on the next suit. Only two more to go." It took some time to pinch and squeeze my bloated cock so that it was soft enough so that I could push it back through all those metal rings. Finally, I slid the last ring off and dropped the bright yellow straps and all the shiny metal back into the box. As I retrieved #8, I had another question. "Is Mistress Shannon the one who comes up with the scenarios?" My dark haired trainer answered as I unwrapped another suit composed of bright nylon straps, neon orange this time, and more metal. "She is on the coordinating committee that makes those of decisions, but there are other members as well." The shiny metal attachments weren't rings. Instead, they were U-shaped pieces with small rounded knobs on the ends. There didn't appear to be any leg openings. In fact, it was just one continuous string with two U-rings attached at one end. "Others?" "Yes, the other Mistresses are on that committee, as well as trustees and advisors. I think there are a total of seven women." As I thought about this, I held the suit up, looking quizzically at Erika. She grinned back at me. "There's a big knot in the very middle of the nylon. Find it?" There is was. I nodded and my trainer continued. "Good, now drape it over the top of your penis, right at the base of your shaft. Make it snug, and then let the two strands drop down either side of your testicles." Following the gorgeous coed's directions, I arranged the neon yellow straps so they hung down between my thighs. Valerie rose from her chair and stepped up close behind me. "Hold it tight and hand the rest of the suit back between your legs to Val." As I did so, the curly haired brunette took them from me and crossed them underneath my torso, just below my balls. Tugging them as firmly as she could, she pulled the straps up between my ass cheeks, twisted them together and then passed the two ends back to me around my waist. "Here." Puzzled, I took the ends from her and looked to Erika for more instructions. "The metal U-rings are to be worn under the shaft of your penis, at the base, just above your testicles. Slip the other end of the strap over the little knob closest to your abdomen." I followed her instructions, keeping the twisted straps tight up my butt as I arranged the U-rings under my cockshaft and looped the nylon end over the knob of shiny metal. I have no idea how they managed it, but the length of the bright yellow strap was perfect. After I had finished, I straightened up, and so did my cock. Still standing behind me, Valerie hoisted the suit higher on my hips, which tightened the strap with the large knot and pulled it down against the root of my swelling stalk. The U-rings lifted in the opposite direction, supporting the base of my shaft and urging it higher. The tug-of-war resulted in a rapid erection, growing long and thick as it filled with blood. Clasping my hands on top of my head, I thrust my hips out toward my trainer as the art student gave my bare ass an affectionate smack and sat back down. "You were asking about the scenarios." Leaning forward, Erika ran her fingertip lightly along the sides of my pulsing shaft, tracing the heavy veins as they bulged with blood. I shivered and asked. "Um, yeah. So Mistress Shannon and the committee make up these scenarios for you and the other Club members?" Nodding, the dark haired brunette curled her fist around the base of my now fully erect cock, and squeezed. "Most of them. Sometimes the members suggest them." As the squeezes grew, she started to jack me, short firm strokes that centered on the lower section of my cockshaft. Valerie leaned forward to reach up between my thighs and fondle my balls, holding them gently in the palm of her hand, almost like she was weighing them. "We submit them to the committee, and they can accepted as is, rejected outright, or modified and placed on the Club schedule." Still pumping me with one fist, Erika extended her other hand and gently rubbed the pad of her thumb back and forth across the small crevice just underneath the end of my engorged bulb. Under her relentless attention, I gasped. "Have you submitted any?" Giggling as my cock started to leak again, drooling clear liquid over her hand, my trainer answered. "Yes, of course. We both have." The darker haired brunette kept stroking, squeezing my oozing shaft more vigorously as she pumped, milking more of the lubricating fluid out of my gaping hole. Smick, smick, smick - her rhythmic action echoed in the empty classroom. Valerie grinned up at me as she rolled my tightly bound balls back and forth. "And now that Erika's your trainer, we look forward to scripting scenes with you as the primary actor." She glanced down at the tip of my swollen cockhead, watching the translucent fluid drool out of the open slit. "You and this big penis. I know for certain that this oversized penis of yours will be the central focus of many hot scenarios." My breath was starting to grow ragged. Erika noticed, reluctantly releasing my slippery hard-on, leaving it to jerk and quiver as it stretched out toward the two of them, urgently seeking more attention. Grudgingly, the curly haired brunette let go of my balls as well. "Bill, you have one more display suit to try on, and then we have something for you." That perked me up, as if I needed any more perking. Leaning over, I unhooked the strap from the U-rings and carefully worked my heavily veined shaft free. Unwrapping the rest of the straps from my torso, I replaced the neon orange suit in the box as my dripping erection swung back and forth. As I retrieved the last suit, Erika asked. "Do you have any more questions?" I did have another one, but I hesitated, uncertain how to phrase it. Suit #9 was very heavy. The nylon straps were bright red, tied to a small circular metal ring with a whole lot more studded U-rings attached. Puzzled, I held it up, noticing a slipknot and a single loop at one end. "Slip the loop over your penis and testicles." As I followed my trainer's instructions, the strength of my hard-on never wavered. "Pull it tight. Harder." This time, it was Erika who rose and came behind me to help. As she continued, both of her hands caressed my bare ass. "Excellent. Now pass the rest of the suit to me back between your thighs. The ring goes in back." Not clear exactly what the purpose of the single metal ring, I went along with my trainer's directions, bending over to hand her the heavy suit back between my legs. As I bent over, I noticed that Valerie had a strange gleam in her green eyes. To accommodate the ring, Erika had to pull my buttocks apart and wedge it firmly in the valley between. Suddenly, I realized that it was centered directly over my sphincter. Taking the straps as they were offered around my waist, I aligned the numerous U-rings along the underside of my thickened pole. Fastening the end loop to the nearest U-ring gave my shaft even more support that the previous suit, the heavy metal weighing my swelling cock down at the same time the tautness of nylon straps lifted it up. With the O-ring awkwardly nestled between my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, my cock twitched higher, restrained by the burden of the steel, I looked up and assumed the position as my trainer came back around join Valerie. I swallowed before I spoke. "It's really heavy." Both girls were grinning as they watched my metal-laden cock bob, struggling to rise from between my parted legs. Erika nodded in agreement with my observation, and I looked down at my crotch. There were eight U-rings lining the sides of my swollen log, weighing down my cock so heavily that I doubted that my hard-on would be able to rise even half way to a horizontal position. "You had another question?" Without raising her blue eyes, my trainer asked me as she curled her hand under the armored shaft and hoisted it, testing to see just how heavy it was. "Um, yes." Even though I'd been totally nude before these two beautiful coeds much of the afternoon, and they'd handled my cock and balls like they owned them, I still blushed at what I wanted to ask. Looking up as she played with me, lightly rubbing her thumb up and down along the deep cleft on the underside of my engorged bulb, Erika asked again. "What?" "Umm, why are all you guys shaved?" She blinked and Valerie giggled. "He's talking about our pubes." An incredulous smile on her face, the darker haired brunette shook her head in amazement. WVC Ch. 15: The Cxld Art Class "It's a club tradition. No one seems to know when it began, but the members take their cue from the Mistresses and they all shave.' Her friend added helpfully. "Besides, who wants hair between your teeth when you're in middle of servicing someone?" "Good point." I was silent as Erika lifted my metal clad stalk high, up toward the ceiling and let it drop, studying how it swung heavily between my spread thighs. I guess she was testing to see just how resilient my hard-on was since she repeated the process twice more, each time watching closely as it bounced up and down. Finally, she halted the somewhat painful game. "Turn around and bend over. Present your ass to us." Immediately, I obeyed, sending my leaden cock into another series of swinging arcs. I backed up until I could see their tanned legs behind me, then I shuffled my feet farther apart and bent over. One of them spread my ass cheeks wider, allowing the metal ring to settle against my puckered hole. Soft fingers began to stroke my butt muscles, caressing my skin, dipping into the valley between until they found the metal ring. Sliding into the center of the bulls-eye, whoever it was pushed against my crevice until her fingertip slipped inside. She didn't move, just holding the tip inside my rectum as the other hands kept massaging my legs and hips. It was Erika who spoke. "You may have suspected why this ring is located here, between your ass cheeks." Gently, she began to ream me, slowly, deliberately, stretching me to open wider as she worked her way ever farther inside as she continued. My breathing grew ragged. "It's designed to invite exploration of your sphincter, to keep you open and available to receive penetration." Erika began pick up the pace, leisurely increasing the pressure as she began a slow steady rhythm, sawing in and out. "Most men are used to being the initiator, the one who takes action and penetrates." As she spoke, my trainer slid a second finger inside, first twisting them, and then fluttering them together as she continued to play with my ass. I was starting to pant under her relentless assault. "So you see how this display suit encourages a man to receive an intrusion. Straighten up." With her fingers still deep inside of me, I stood, awkwardly pitched slightly forward at the waist. Valerie rose from her chair and came around to look down at my trembling hard-on, twitching within the rigid confinement of the U-rings. Kneeling at my feet, she cradled my balls with one hand while using the fingers of her other to caress the shiny skin of my cockhead where it extended beyond the metal. "What is interesting to note is that both men and women have three orifices, three entrances into their bodies." With the U-rings in the way, it wasn't possible for the curly haired brunette to stroke my stalk, so she focused on what she could reach, rolling my balls gently in her palm while toying with my exposed bulb. Dark red, nearly purple, it looked ready to explode, but I doubted whether that would be possible with all the metal. With the skin of my purplish knob stretched taut, Valerie began teasing my cockslit, lightly running the tip of her forefinger back and forth, compelling it to spread open. "And yet, so much of a male's attention is focused on the one appendage with the ability to penetrate, his penis." I gasped as the kneeling girl slipped her fingernail into the gaping crevice, gently rimming my hole with the sharp edge. Behind me, Erika had loosened my rectum enough to slide a third finger inside. It seemed like the girls were determined to see just how close they could get me to the edge of an orgasm. Releasing her grip of my balls, Valerie wrapped her free hand loosely around the base of my metal clad cock while abandoning my cockslit to curl her other one just behind the straining bulb. With both fists firmly in place, she tested the limitation of the U-rings by trying to pump my log, moving the shiny metal up and down. I caught my breath as she leaned forward and extended her tongue, flicking the tip into my yawning hole. Try as she might, she could only move the U-rings a fraction of an inch. After a long moment, she opened her mouth and swallowed my entire cockhead, swirling her tongue all around the rounded end, covering the surface with her saliva. To make up for the minimal range of movement by her hands, she started moving her head back and forth, keeping her tongue actively lapping at my bloated knob. Eventually, she halted her double fisted action completely and just held my armored cock still, bobbing up and down on my engorged bulb. Panting audibly, I began thrusting my hips back and forth, shoving my hard-on farther into her yielding mouth. Alerted by my rhythmic movement as to my impending explosion, Erika peeked around me to see what her friend was doing to me. Immediately, she jerked her finger out of my ass and gave me sharp swat. I yelped. "Val, that's enough." Reluctantly, the kneeling girl pulled her head of my dripping hard-on and let go, sitting back on her heels to watch my shiny cockhead sway back and forth. The wetness was all hers. The U-rings had totally restricted my lubricating flow. "We'll have more opportunity to explore this concept in the training sessions." Valerie gracefully rose to her feet and rummaged in her backpack to retrieve a pair of white shorts. With a sly smile, she held them out to me. "Here's your present, Bill. Put them on over your display suit." With my extra heavy cock swinging back and forth, I took the shorts and stepped into them. As I slid them up my legs, I felt that they were the same soft material of cotton and Spandex of the suits I modeled earlier. Held in place by a single snap at the waist, they were cut similarly to a pair of bicycle shorts, coming down to mid-thigh, and fitting snugly around my hips, thighs and buttocks. But the crotch was decidedly different. It was loose, almost baggy. Suddenly, I realized that they reminded of the codpieces men wore centuries ago. My bulging crotch was framed by a contrasting red edge in the shape of a diamond, most likely to draw the attention of everyone. As I stood up and spread my feet to assume the present position, my jutting cock wobbled freely inside the loose cloth. Valerie beamed as she studied the bobbing front of my pants. Without a word, my dark haired trainer reached out and unsnapped the top button of the codpiece. I hadn't realized that there were actually four snaps, one at my waist, two on either side at the widest point of the diamond shaped panel, and one between my thighs, up underneath my balls. Erika proceeded to unsnap all four, and once they were all undone, my cock and balls hung out of the front opening completely free, restrained only by whatever I wore underneath, in this case, the red display suit with the eight U-rings lining my shaft. Valerie immediately started fondling my bared cock once more, concentrating her attention of my distended knob, circling the rim with her fingers, teasing the open slit with her fingernail. But when she licked her lips and started to lean toward my exposed crotch, her friend checked her watch and called a halt. "That's enough for today. We don't want to get in trouble with the Club." Reluctantly, the lighter haired brunette let go of my twitching cock, but not before she quickly ducked her head and licked my rounded knob, her tongue darting out between her lips to tickle my cockslit. Backing off, she joined Erika in watching me struggle to extricate myself from the clinging shorts and the heavy metal suit. It almost felt foreign to dress in my own clothes, having been trying on the display suits all afternoon. Even without any restraint, my cock remained thick and full, and I had difficulty in stuffing it back into my cut-offs. "In sure the Club will be in touch. Now that you're a member, the number of scenarios being submitted has increased substantially." "Really?" "Oh yeah. Everyone -" Abruptly, Erika stopped, looking bit sheepish. "Never mind. You'll find out." The girls waited for me to leave first, although I wasn't sure why. Maybe to debrief each other? Sliding her arm around Valerie's shoulders, Erika smiled while her friend gave me a little wave as I left. I was surprised to run into Mya in the hallway. She looked great in a tight t-shirt and skimpy shorts. Arching her back and thrusting those amazing globes in my direction, she grinned at me and nodded at the open box of display suits I carried under my arm. "Hey, Bill. Whatcha got in the package?" Blushing under her steady gaze, I stumbled over my reply. "Oh, hi Mya. It's just some ah, - ah costumes." Her black eyes had a glint in them as she nodded, smiling slyly. Dropping her gaze below my waist, her smile broadened. My thickened cock filled out the crotch of my cut-offs, creating a sizeable bulge. "Right." She started to push the door to the classroom. "Are you sure you're in the right place?" "Why? Aren't Val and Erika in there?" Confused, I nodded and she smiled brightly. "Then I'm in the right place. See you later." With that, she glanced down again. "All of you." Giggling, she shoved open the door and stepped inside. As I turned to go, I heard the lock being bolted. Back in my dorm room, I discovered that Erika wasn't kidding. There was an e-mail waiting for me as soon as I turned on my computer.