The Ejactulator

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Caution: This Fantasy Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Teenagers, Fiction, DomSub, FemaleDom, Humiliation, Masturbation, Size, .

Desc: Fantasy Story: Teacher gives a lesson on a new machine to her class of female students by demonstrating on the only male student in the class. Set in a femdom society.



"Can anyone tell me what this device is called?" Miss Harumi asked from the head of the room. She held the device, a loaf-sized mechanical apparatus into the air.

The class looked with interest. It filled both her hands. Long and narrow, basic shape that of a cylinder, about two feet in length and perhaps a foot wide. Four rubber legs stood out on the bottom so it could be set down on a surface.

From the middle of the class, Jason looked with special interest. The device appeared quite heavy. It took some effort on the part of his teacher to lift it, especially when she lifted it above her head. He tried to figure out what it was, but had never seen such a device before.

"No one?" Miss Harumi gave the class additional time to examine the device and come up with an answer. She turned it upside down and rotated it all around so they could get a comprehensive look. In one side there was a hole; out the opposite was a clear plastic tube. An electrical cord extended out from under the device, indicating it was powered.

The class couldn't figure it out. Jason couldn't either, but then he didn't expect to. The girls always came up with the answer before he did. They were smarter than him. They had more years of school. Even when on those rare occasions when he did happen to know the right answer, he was cautious not to answer too smartly out of fear of being expelled. They could expel him at any time, for the smallest infraction, or do something even worse. He always had to be very careful to do what the rest of the class told him to do.

"Not even you?" The teacher carried the device over to his table. "I could understand the others not knowing, but I would think you would understand, Jason, being you are the only male in the class."

She set it down in front of him.

He gave it a closer look. The power cord, the hole, the plastic hose; All were curious, but seemed to have no connection. Up close he noticed several dials. One extended out from the side and two on top. They were small; the size of thumb dials, indicating they were for making some sort of adjustment. Miss Harumi's selection of his table in particular made him curious. Why did she pick him out from the rest of the class? He was the only male in the class, true, but what difference did it make that he was a male?

"Well?" She turned it so the hole in the side of the machine pointed towards him. About three inches in diameter, it had a webbed interior, just the right size...

He gasped.

He understood! He didn't need to look any closer. He suddenly realized what fit into the hole.

"Or what about you?" The teacher moved the device closer to his lab partner, who slid up close to him on the bench. The entire class sat at benches: two people to a bench, six benches in all. In front of each bench stood a single table that each student shared with their lab partner.

In Jason's case, he shared the table with Martha, his lab partner. Martha was a short Hispanic girl with an overdeveloped chest. On most days she wore a tight fitting t-shirt. Other days she preferred low cut blouses to display her cleavage. Today was a mixture of both. She had decided upon a button down blouse looking two sizes too small. It was as if she wanted to make special note of her chest.

Martha brushed up against him to get a more critical look. As she looked, he couldn't help but notice the three open buttons on top. Down into her blouse he could look. Between the buttons more of her sexy boob came into view.

Jason found her sexy. She had the biggest tits in the class. He also liked the way she enjoyed teasing him, the only male in class. Martha brushed up against him quite frequently. Of course he knew why she did so. That was why Miss Harumi assigned her to be his lab partner.

"I'm not sure what it is Miss Harumi," Martha finally announced after a seemingly thorough examination. She turned one of the dials and then squeezed two of her fingers inside. The width of two fingers fit, barely, which was just the right size!

"Would anyone else like to take a closer look?" Miss Harumi continued on. She picked up the device and took it to another table where a pair of girls examined it like delicate piece of jewelry.

It happened only a few seconds after the teacher turned away. Martha gave him a nudge with her elbow. She had told the teacher that she didn't know, but then gave him a mischievous smile when she looked at him.

She knew! He could see it in her eyes. He could tell it by the way she looked at him. The width of the hole probably gave it away. Perhaps the length of the device gave another clue. First she looked into his eyes, and then she sneaked a glance down at his waist.

In response, Jason squirmed in his seat, knowing what she silently communicated. He then tried to slouch down into his chair when he realized what she was trying to look at in his lap.

There were two differences between Jason and the rest of the class. First, he was the only male. The eleven remaining students were young ladies. That meant 12 to 1 odds when he included the teacher.

The second difference was clothing. The women all wore a full compliment of clothes, while he only wore shorts. No shirt, no shoes, not even pants. He never wore anything more. The shorts were his only clothing, and he did not even were underwear underneath. He dared not dress any more fully in Miss Harumi's class, less he be expelled from school. He was thankful just to be given the opportunity to attend. The vast majority of men stayed home. Only boys went to school, and then only half days. The rest the day they stayed home to work the farms, make the meals, and do the rest of all the menial tasks around the house. School normally ended for boys when they reached their 18th birthday, but he was unique because he was special. Miss Harumi always made sure he remembered why he was so special.

"Stop slouching!" A wooden ruler smacked down on the desk in front of him.

He jumped and automatically sat back up straight. He didn't need to be told twice. Jason knew where the ruler would smack next time if he didn't obey.

"Now let's get back to the lesson," Miss Harumi continued the class. "I'm surprise no one's figured it out yet. The size of the opening on the end should give you your first clue."

Beside him, Martha gave him another nudge with her elbow. Her eyes, he noticed, pointed down at his lap. It was the opposite as before, when he looked into her blouse. Her eyes now violated him the same way.

A giggle came from his opposite side. It was from another girl, Yuka, seated at the desk on the opposite side of the isle. He wished he could have pulled in closer to the table so she couldn't see, but the table stood high and he sat on a bench. Martha sat on the same bench. It would take the cooperation of both of them to pull it up closer, but no way would Martha be interested in pulling the bench in any closer, not with what he had on display in front of him.

Jason knew what the two of them looked at. He could feel the stiffness for himself. Martha's open top started it. The device only served to finish him off, and then there were the memories of what they did to him all the other times he sported a hard-on in class. Miss Harumi would allow her students to do anything they wanted to him, and most of the time they did. These were girls, freshman girls, and college freshman were interested in experimenting. They could be extremely creative when it came to a man of his age, especially when nothing stood in the way of stopping them.

"It is obviously much too big to fit my finger," From the back of the class he heard her. Miss Harumi taught class from somewhere seemingly far away. "But it is big enough to fit another appendage."

A gasp sounded from behind him. Another young woman had figured it out. Someone else determined what the device was for, which meant the rest of the class soon would know too. They would all know in a minute.

"Does anyone want to guess what appendage fits into the open end," Miss Harumi seemed not to hear the gasp, or perhaps she ignored it. Maybe she wanted others to come to the realization all by themselves, somehow making it more exciting, more erotic for all of them.

Martha could hold back no longer. Her hand went up. She rose it violently, as if she quickly wanted to give the answer before someone else figured it out.

"It's for a cock!" She decided to say before the teacher even had a chance to call upon her.

More gasps sounded. The rest of the class suddenly knew. They voiced shock; then surprise. With the utterance of a single word, "cock," the secret was out. It took less than a second for the entire class to know. Whispers could be heard in the background as some of the women just couldn't keep quite and had to discuss it with their lab partners.

"It's called an Ejaculator," Miss Harumi announced at last. "And what do you suppose an Ejaculator does?"

The hand of the girl sitting next to him went up again.

"Yes Martha?"

"It's used to milk a male!"

Jason could hardly breathe. He couldn't believe it; especially with the way she said it. "Milk" sounded so cold, so clinical. And then he started to wonder what they might want to do with the machine.

Laughs and snickers greeted her answer. The girls thought it funny, the way she said milk. A man could not be milked, not in the usual sense, but he could still be milked in other ways. They already knew. They had seen it demonstrated in previous lessons.

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