Chapter 9: Biology class

Brodie was in front of the class, dressed in his usual school uniform, the tight set of a white button shirt and blue shorts, made of a fabric that clearly had some spandex in it, and that clearly was used to present the boy’s best assets. The boy felt nervous, anxious, restless, and was kinda relieved as the teacher gave him clear orders.

“Strip naked boy, we need to clean you out!” After all, today’s class was all about personal hygiene.

Brodie stood in front of the class, and he saw himself in a huge wall to wall mirror, and he saw a passage to a bathroom of sorts.

Looking around he realized the impatient glance of the teacher and remembered the order to get naked. Even though only a few seconds had passed while Brodie looked around, he knew he had made the man wait. He decided to execute his order quickly.

In less than a minute he kicked of his sneakers and lost his socks, pushed down his shorts and shed his shirt. He did not pay attention to the stuff he took off, but realized another student had been appointed to help, and he had folded Brodie’s stuff neatly and put it in one of the lockers, maybe the only locker in use now, since it was clearly labeled as “ 1”, while the other lockers were labeled “2”, “3” and so on. The athletic boy usually did not waste much time to think about deep philosophical problems, and today was no exception, so he did not ask himself why there was a literal set of lockers right here in the classroom.

The Teacher coerced Brodie forward, the hand in the boys neck, and Brodie saw the other boys watched and grinned. The teacher let him go, and pointed to an open door at the side: “ Do your business if you need to, i will clean you out afterwards”

Since the man was all business and even wore a suit, the boy did not dare to waste time. He sat on a toilet in an open stall, but the even though the teacher could have watched him, he did not pay attention to the boy, but told the pupils what to expect.

As Brodie flushed, he heard the teacher call him to the tiled shower area. “ Stand here, boy”

He pointed at a strange looking table, evidently solid and evenly tiled. Brodie walked over to that tiled block and stood right at the point the man had pointed out. The man helped him to sit right on the edge, but the athletic youth did not need real help, but followed the man’s hands as a pointer were to sit.

“Lay back” and again Brodie followed the mans orders. He felt the man cuff his hands, using two sets of cuffs, and pulling his arms down and a little back, till the chains of the cuffs were tight and locked into rings in the base of the desk, or block, one cuff for the left and one for the right hand. Brodie could hear the excitement in the room rose as his fellow students watched.

Brodie was helpless by now, and his anxiety started to rise. The man made the boy lift his legs after he folded out some leg rests, so the boys ankles were restrained as well, wide open and up.

The man allowed himself a lewd grin as he briefly fondled the muscle boys pecs and said:

“Soon this part of the day is over, my boy, just wait till you meet the other guests!”

Brodie could not see the machine the teacher wheeled over, but soon he felt a greased finger slide into his ass. “Auurghmm ... uhgggg” he panted, but in vain. The man just smiled knowingly as he commented: “ I knew you had bigger things up there, so don’t fake it for me, i just do my job!”

Brodie felt a cold metal was forced into his greased ass, and he grunted, but did not dare to say anything. Only seconds later it was clear that the machine was highly elaborated. A rigid rubber ring inflated inside Brodie’s ass and held the rod in place, and water started to flow, warm water that felt almost good for a few moments, before he realized his colon would be filled merciless.

His tight tummy started to push out like the boy was pregnant, and even though he did not know the water was soapy and full of chemicals, he started to cramp thanks to the detergents.

“Auurhgmm god ... please aurghmm its too much!”

The teacher smiled malicious as Brodie moaned in vain and even started to test the strength of the cuffs restraining him by pulling them. The man wasn’t interested in being gentle. The boy was going to have to get used to larger objects than this being shoved up his hot little ass soon enough.

Brodie realized the man by now wore a rubber apron, protecting the full front of him against any stain, and he realized that apron was more precaution then necessity as the teacher pushed buttons, and the machine flushed the water out of the helpless boy’s intestines. Evidently the man could see the water flowing out, maybe in some kind of gauge glass, as he nodded and started the process once again. Before Brodie could get used to this new feeling, he heard the machine whir into life, and began to feel cool water flow into his guts. The Biology teacher could easily have used warm water, but he wanted the boy to really feel the sensation of the water filling him up, and there was no doubt that Brodie felt it. The boy’s eyes were wide, as he wriggled his hips, perhaps trying to dislodge the tube. However there was nothing he could do to stop the flow of water up inside him, and slowly the chill liquid swirl and seep deeper and deeper into his bowels. Watching the process eagerly, the man thought he could begin to see the kid’s flat stomach begin to distend. The boy was so slim it would not take long for the water to fill him and start to push outward. Now there was a distinct bulge in the kid’s stomach and grunts of discomfort had begun to escape his throat. He was wriggling on the tiled table, trying to find a comfortable position, but was unable to do so. The pervy teacher watched with pleasure as the boy’s belly grew, and his writhing, grunting body began to sweat, as if the water inside was escaping through the pores of his skin. The teacher knew his superiors did like the use of the boy by any of the employees, and while fulfilling his duty he could have a little well deserved distraction and even some perverted kind of fun.

While the machine still pumped water into the boy’s guts, until he almost looked pregnant, he was begging the man to stop.

“UUURGHHmmmmmm “ Brodie grunted as the water filled his colon again and he felt like he would explode. The cramps started again, and the boy started to plead for release, but the teacher was gone, while the machine was on an automated cycle. Just to raise the mental torture another notch, he had turned his back on the boy and walked out of the room. Leaving him to wail and sob into the watching cameras, hoping that the man would return and save him from his torment. And even though Brodie once more had no idea he was filmed, huge screens hanging somewhere else showed his merciless ordeal in high quality and full detail. In another area of the school, in a huge salon in the upper floor of the huge mansion, a party was in full swing. Certainly this function was no normal party for friends to come together, drink beer and have a nice barbecue, and it was no Christmas party or baby shower. The guests tonight were all wealthy businessmen, heirs of huge fortunes that had no qualms to use their power to make even more money out of the money they had. Others had followed the call of duty and served their country as politicians, always giving speeches for their constituents to make sure those people knew how hard their elected representatives worked for them, and so two Senators, three congressmen and even a former secretary of the treasury were guests today, along with a few sports idols and some more or less famous singers and actors.