Chapter 1 - The Assignment
The subway was like it always was. Its calming motions and dull thudding was lulling Mark into a half-aware daze. The moans and wet slapping sounds blending into the background. His thoughts were elsewhere, thinking of the homework he'd been assigned today. It wasn't the hardest assignment he'd received in the four months he'd been attending the Fetish Academy. Though still, it was something he'd have to actually put his mind to. It wasn't like last week's assignment of fucking someone in public transit. That one had been easy. He'd just used one of the relief-seats. Daydreaming he thought back on that trip.
The particular relief-seat he'd used then was a pink-haired girl. About the same age as him and dressed in only thigh-high boots. He'd sat down on the padded bench, opened his fly and then grabbed the girls pigtails. Pulling down on them, he could feel her hands grab his hard, sizeable cock and aim it towards her sopping-wet pussy. A clinking sound could be heard, as the chains binding her hands to the ring in the floor moved with her. He'd pulled on the pigtails until he could feel himself entering her warm embrace. Pulling further, he attached the hooks at the end of the pigtails, to the rings that were set on either side of him on the bench. Feeling her squeeze down on him, from the pain and pleasure, he slapped the side of her ass, to signal her to start.
One could never be sure what they'd experience in the relief-seats, unless you had seen the particular one in action before. This one had started vigorously thrusting up. Only kept on his cock by the chains and her hair. Leaning back, Mark had pulled out a textbook and started reading. Every jolt of the train made the relief-seat moan as she bounced on his cock. Getting pushed up by him bouncing into her, and then pulled back down by her chains and pigtails.
That assignment had been literally no effort at all. He'd been done when he filled her up, at the stop before his. This new one though he'd have to actually head out and try. Make five people orgasm. That was the assignment. Not hard, but something he'd have to go out and actually put an effort into.
The Fetish Academy had been his dream ever since his awakening three years ago. When his fetish for freeuse was awakened. The fetish for using whoever, whenever. And once he received his fetish license he'd have the right to "adjust and educate" whoever he deemed necessary for the improvement of society's sexual healthy and well-being. Making sure that the prudishness and lack of liberation from before The Event, never again returned. Society had been more harmonious and happy than ever before, ever since coming of age started awakening everyone to their inner fetish.
There hadn't been a war in the one hundred and twenty years since, and crime was almost non-existent. The acceptance of fetishes didn't come straight away. At first there was pandemonium, as birthmarks appeared on peoples left hand and strange new urges started overtaking them. There were mass-disruptions, and acceptance took time to arrive, after the birthmarks were deciphered to be representative of the fetishes.
Once they were accepted as an unavoidable fact of life, and it was discovered that not indulging, led to declining health, society stabilized. No longer was there stigma or taboo, shame or regret. As everyone could know what you needed. And it truly was need.
Deciding to start right away he tapped a girl right next to him, She must have awakened recently, she seemed younger than he was. "Pardon me, would you mind?" Gesturing down towards her miniskirt with his hand.
"Oh of course. Where are my manners!" Hiking up her skirt, she revealed her pert ass. She leaned against the carriage-wall, presenting her posterior.
"Uhm, could you please... Treat me roughly?" She added shyly
Mark nodded and shoved his fingers into her mouth. Pulling on her cheek.
"Lick them. Get them nice and wet."
She obeyed, as he used his free hand to fondle her little booty. Spit ran down her chin as she slobbered.
