Commissioned by Yen
It wasn't the first time Sim had found himself in this predicament. And if he had anything to say about it, it wouldn't be the last either.
He currently hung suspended by the harness he wore. Leather bindings wrapped around him, pinning forearm to his upper arm, whilst his legs were bent to put his ankles against his thighs. The black harness hung with straps from a metal frame which currently was being rolled through a corridor. Though, this, Sim only knew from foreknowledge, as the sensory deprivation hood left him quite blind and unable to hear.
He swung softly back and forth as the trolley was being pushed along. The gentle motions were all he could feel. Well, that and the low, steady buzzing inside him. As the vibrating plug had been keeping him leaking inside his little chastity cage for most of the day.
With nothing but the constant teasing to focus on, his mind had drifted away into a semi-conscious state of arousal. Where all he could think of was what was to come. Of what he would be subjected to once they arrived at their location.
His reverie was interrupted by a hand being placed against his lower back. Fingers moving to affectionately stroke the genemod's sleek, spotted, gray fur. Running through it downwards towards the long fluffy tail.
Sim couldn't help but curl it around the arm and swiftly received a swat on his perky ass in response. The arm withdrawing, leaving him once again isolated from sensation. Asides from the stinging and vibrating in his rear, along with the straining throbs of his tiny little cock against the cage.
Whining pathetically at the lack of attention, he squirmed. Tail moving side to side, in search of someone. SOMETHING. The reward for his efforts however, was his tail being firmly grabbed and then forced into a sheath for it at the back of his harness.
He'd feel shame at his lack of control, if it weren't for the fact that his mind wouldn't accept any thoughts unrelated to arousal. If it had nothing to do with sex it simply didn't register. Deemed unimportant compared to the overwhelming need that coursed through him.
Part of the bodily and genetic modifications he'd received five years ago had been an increased libido and ability to stay on edge for long periods of time. Leaking and near mindless for entire days. Thinking of nothing but being used and abused.
Truly, he'd want it no other way.
The best decision of his life had been signing up with the Fetish Academy as a teaching aid. Being used for demonstrations and exercises five days a week, as the students were learning the art of kinks.
Sim didn't notice that their movements had stopped until the hood was removed from his head. Blinking at the sudden light, he took in the sight of a lecture hall. A couple dozen students looking down at him with varying degrees of interest. Some stared with fascination and unconcealed intent. Whilst other were too busy chatting with each-other to really pay attention.
Both of these attitudes caused him to pulse and strain against his cage. The attentive ones by underscoring how exposed and vulnerable he was. While those that ignored him showed just how insignificant and lowly he was. Not even worthy of more than a glance. A mere object. A tool.
Sharp stinging pain exploded on his left buttcheek as a loud crack rang out through the room. Causing the conversations to cease and drawing everyone's attention.
The tip of a riding crop swept past Sim's field of view as the teacher paced by, having used it to bring the room to order. Professor Redding brooked no disturbances in her class. Once in session, everyone was expected to behave and pay attention. And rue those who didn't. Sim had only seen that happen a few times. And most of the time the offenders were set straight quickly.
But those few who did not learn quickly.... Sim didn't know whether to envy or pity them. Going through her special punishment course was... Intense, to say the least. But it was either that or to flunk out of her class. And even with the punishment that was their only second chance.
"Good afternoon class." Her clear, commanding voice rang out. "Today's lesson will be about teasing and denial. About how to keep someone right at the edge for as long as possible. Drawing out the pleasure, suffering and arousal to its utmost point."
As she speaks, Sim can feel the tip of the crop trail over his back. Reaching his rear, it traces over the vibrating plug that's still buzzing along inside him, applying some pressure and making Sim moan. The crop keeps trailing down, coming to a rest on his aching ball-sack.
"As it is, this pathetic, moaning thing has been kept in storage since the first class this morning. Hanging suspended and helpless. Suffering low-level stimulation the whole time without reprieve."
Sim couldn't help whimpering as the entire class found out what he'd been up to the last several hours. His caged little cock straining and leaking copious amounts of pre-cum into the trough he knew was under him on the trolley, for easy cleaning. How that cleaning was done, however, varied. Some methods were more clinical. While others.... He couldn't help but try to lick his lips at the thought.
"As such, he's going to be constantly near orgasm from the get-go. And will require a delicate, measured hand. Too much stimulation, and he'll go off like a firecracker."
She kept lecturing, though to Sim's ears it all flowed past him, his mind only focusing on the words occasionally when it was something regarding him or how he might be treated. Then the thoughts leaving his head as the overwhelming need inside him overshadowed everything else.
He wasn't entirely sure how long he'd been there, looking at the class. Eyes begging for someone to grant him relief. When Professor Redding decided to take a seat. The seat in question was obviously him
Her firm, latex-clad butt cheeks pressing down on his naked back. The pressure of her weight forcing a moan out of him. That or perhaps it was the knowledge that he was being used not as a person. But as a chair, a cheap, inanimate object. Just made for other people to make use of as they please.
The lecture continued as Prof.Redding runs her gloved fingers through Sim's fur. Stroking, scratching and playing. The hand moves further and further back on him, until it runs over the vibrating plug inside of him. Then she starts applying varying levels of pressure. Pushing it into him and then pulling on it. Driving him wild with the sensation.
He's not even getting her attention while this goes on. As she points her crop on something on the screen behind her. Highlighting something for the class. Sim had no idea what it might have been, as he was too focused on the sensations he were feeling right now instead, how he was filled up and teased. Yet unable to cum, expertly kept at the limit of what he could take.
A frustrated growl creeps out of his mouth as the hand releases the plug, it catches in his throat as the gloved fingers move further down, lightly stroking his over-filled, aching balls. Applying light pressure as the fingertips teasingly caresses him. He can feel the sensations pushing him towards the edge. Getting him all the way there! He's about to- The fingers firmly grips his balls and squeezes. Painfully cutting off the impending orgasm, taking him away from the edge.
"As you could see, the pet had certain telltale signs. Tensing of certain areas, the breath growing clipped and ragged. And as shown on the screen here, contractions in the pelvic area as the prostate prepares to ejaculate."
