Training 02

The e-mail I received on Thursday read from the Anthropology Department read.

"You are now ready for your second level of Training. On Saturday April 11

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, be at 734 Elm Street promptly at 7 PM for your training session. As before, eat lightly and dress casually. Continue to take your blue diamond shaped pills, both tomorrow and Saturday as well as the regimen of the herbal supplements. Bring your leather cock strap, your collar and remember to give yourself a thorough enema before the training. You are not to ejaculate during the session."

Not surprisingly, I had difficulty falling asleep. As visions of the first session with Erika and Mistress Shannon tracked across my mind (Ch.17: Training #1), my cock kept swelling and deflating. I wondered what would be different, if someone else would be there. And I worried if my indiscretion of cumming during the Pool Party (Ch.19) had been reported to the management of the Club. After what seemed like hours, I finally drifted off.

Friday was a short day. Finishing my late morning class, I was crossing the quad when I realized that I was following a shapely coed, a brunette who looked familiar. As I admired the gentle sway of her hips, I tried to place her. Broad shoulders, long tanned legs and a mane of thick brown hair. It wasn't until she turned a corner that I spotted her full chest and recognized Erika. And then I realized that all the time we'd spent together had been up close, and in much less clothing.

The bulge in my crotch was about half hard when I decided to catch up with her. Maybe she knew whether or not we were going to be in for extra punishment it on Saturday.

"Hey, Erika! Wait up!"

She had an annoyed look on her pretty face when she spun around to confront me.

"Oh! It's you."

Immediately, she softened and gave me a warm smile. Almost by reflex, she dropped her deep blue eyes to sneak a quick peek between my legs. The pair of cut-offs that I wore seemed tighter than usual, and although the angle of my swelling cock was growing uncomfortable, I did nothing to adjust it as I approached her.

When I reached normal speaking distance, she grinned.

"I always forget how big you are."

Immediately, I felt my face color and I glanced around us to see if any other students were near enough to overhear her remark. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw that everyone else was hurrying by, wrapped up in her own thoughts and ignoring us.

"Where are you headed, Bill?"

"Nowhere in particular. I'm finished with classes for today."

"Walk with me for a little bit."

And be seen in the company of this gorgeous brunette? With my trainer?

"Sure."

As Erika turned, I fell in step beside her. We walked in silence for a few moments, and then we both started to talk at the same time. Laughing together, we stopped. With a twinkle in her eye, she smiled.

"You go first."

Nodding, I took a deep breath as we started walking again.

"Did you get an e-mail about the training tomorrow night?"

Looking over at her, I couldn't get a read on her face as she nodded, silently.

"Do you think they know about -, well, about what happened at the pool party?"

She didn't answer right away. Coming to a complete halt, she turned to face me.

"I don't know. Management doesn't always reveal everything to Club members, especially if we're in trouble."

Gazing back at her, I noticed a mischievous flicker in her eye as she continued.

"Besides, don't you find it exciting not to know exactly what will happen tomorrow?"

I didn't respond immediately, and she glanced down at the bulge in my pants.

"I think you do, and you just don't want to admit it."

When I hesitated again, she reached down and curled her hand around the thickened shaft of my cock through the thin denim. I gasped at her boldness in the middle of the campus, but I didn't pull away or try to resist. As she fondled me, exploring the length of my slowly expanding log, I glanced around.

A pair of coeds scurried by, probably late for a class and oblivious to what the beautiful brunette was doing to me. The moment stretched into a minute, and then into two, and my cock began to react to her attention, growing longer and thicker, expanding to fill her hand. Flashing a grin up at me, she moved closer and slid her other hand down between my thighs, cupping my balls and gently lifting them.

As I spotted a trio of giggling students sauntering toward us, Erika started to rub the straining curve of my swollen pouch in earnest. The shapely brunette had her back to them, so she couldn't see the three approach.

"I love how quickly you get hard.'

"Uh, Erika. We're going to have company in minute."

"Uh huh."

She didn't stop as she concentrated on caressing the engorged bulb through my pants. I was fully erect by now, and the tight confines of my cut-offs were becoming unbearable.

"Here, I need to ah -, adjust myself."

"Let me do it."

Her already low voice was a purr as she kept one hand cupping my balls while she snaked her other one down the front of my shorts.

"Erika!"

She grinned up at me as she slid her palm around the swollen stalk.

"You carry your penis on the right, don't you?"

"Yes. Hurry up!"

My reply was a hiss as the tallest girl in the group, a slender blonde with short clipped locks, was beginning to gaze in our direction. My trainer was taking her own sweet time, squeezing me lightly as she eased my stiffened rod so that it was aimed toward my left hip. Whispering to her friends, the tall blonde gestured in our direction.

Giggling softly, Erika released my balls so she could wrap her arm around my neck and pull me close. With her hand still inside my pants, she nuzzled my neck and whispered.

"Let's make them jealous. Kiss my neck."

Since all she wore on top was a sleeveless t-shirt, I had lots of skin to touch. I bent my head and made a show of nibbling on the tawny expanse from her neck to the top of her shoulder. Closing my eyes to avoid having to make eye contact with the trio, I applied myself to the task, amplifying the passion I already felt.

I didn't consider myself a very good actor, but the ruse must have worked. As the trio walked by, one of them piped up.

"Hey you guys! Go find a room!"

That set Erika off into a series of giggles as her fingers toyed with my bloated cockhead. Unwinding her arm from my neck, she leaned back and started to unbutton my pants. In horror, I watched as she ran the zipper all the way down until it nestled underneath my balls. Attempting to stop her, I grabbed at her arm which caused my rigid pole to pop out into the open. Waving the thickened log at the astonished girls, my trainer retorted.

"Nah. We like to play where everyone can see just how big he is."

I felt color flash across my face as she ran her fist all the way down to my balls, making sure that the threesome had a good look. Sliding her hand back up the bloated shaft, she halted just behind the high ridge that circled my crown and pointed it at them.

"Isn't he gorgeous?"

In shock, the three girls stared down at my reddened bulb. The nearest one, a slender brunette with glasses nodded as my trainer ran her fist back down my stalk and pressed against my balls, causing my roaring hard-on to tower out of her grasp.

"Yeah, he really is big."

"Does he go to school here?"

The question came from the tall blonde as she licked her lips.

"Yes, and you can't play with him."

With that riposte, Erika turned briskly away, tugging me after her. We nearly ran into a pair of chubby coeds, clutching their books tightly to their chests, eyes wide as they ogled the stiff rod Erika was using to lead me. After brushing by them, my trainer pulled me after her. Spotting a stand of bushes surrounding a side door, she ducked into the sheltered porch. With my cut-offs flapping in the wind, I had no choice but to follow her.

Yanking me around to face her, she kept her firm grip around my throbbing log as she looked up at me. The glint in her blue eyes had grown into a wild gleam that was a bit alarming. And then she softened.

"Sorry about that. Sometimes I get a little carried away.''

Wrapping her other hand around the distended pole, she began to post up and down, glancing down at the rounded end.

"I find an element of danger particularly exciting."

She was silent for a moment, watching her fists squeeze and stroke, squeeze and stroke. When the slit at the tip yawned open, she stopped, holding up the shiny knob to inspect it closely.

"We're not supposed to be doing this, you know?"

Still gazing down at the engorged bulb, she gave me another doubled fisted pump, slow and deliberate. I swallowed.

"What do you mean?"

After another unhurried squeeze and stroke, she answered me.

"Club members are always supposed to have at least three people involved in any play scenario."

"You mean, this isn't scheduled?"

One more leisurely post up and down my straining stalk before my trainer replied.

"No. Completely spontaneous."

The next squeeze and stroke brought a delighted laugh.

"Ah hah!"

The outburst caught the attention of the girl walking by us, a short blonde in a pixie cut with a bright pink knapsack thrown over her shoulder.

"What's going on?"

She took a couple of steps toward us, trying to peer around Erika to see what she was doing. With a quick glance over her shoulder, the thick haired brunette stepped aside, both still wrapped around my rigid cock. The little blonde gasped, her brown eyes growing wide behind the glasses.

"Can you help us out?"

Aghast, I had no idea what my trainer was doing. As the spellbound girl inched closer, staring down at my exposed crotch, Erika slowly milked my raging hard-on. Once her fists reached the top of my shaft, she stopped, holding the purplish bulb up for the newcomer to examine.

"You see that?"

I realized that the blonde was kind of pretty, and that she looked vaguely familiar. As she leaned over for a closer look, I followed her gaze down to see the first drop of lubricating fluid emerge from my cockhole and pool in the opening, glistening in the sunlight. She nodded.

"He's on a special diet, and we need someone to taste him."

Startled, the girl glanced up at my trainer.

"Why can't you do it?"

"Oh, I already have. We just need a second opinion."

The little blonde gazed at Erika for a moment, and then glanced briefly at my face before returning to my pulsing hard-on. As we watched, the single drop slid off its perch, coursing down the underside of my cockhead to dribble across the back of my trainer's hand. Moistening her lips, the newcomer nodded again and knelt on the concrete in front of me.

I held my breath as she leaned closer, the warm air of her exhale washing over the top of my rounded knob. Opening her mouth, the tip of her tongue snaked out. Delicately, she flicked at the oozing crevice, scooping up what fluid she could find and held it on her tongue. As she sat back on her heels, she curled her tongue back into her mouth and swallowed.

"Well? What do you think?"

Erika was eager to get the blonde's opinion. Behind the glasses, her brown eyes darted from my trainer's face over to mine, and then back to the raging hard-on quivering in her face.

"He's tastes sweet."

"That's what the diet is supposed to accomplish."

No one said a word as Erika slowly milked the distended shaft, pulling out another gleaming drop of my juice. Once it emerged from my gaping slit, the kneeling girl licked her lips, her eyes never leaving the drooling tip.

"Can I have another taste?"

Without a word, Erika tugged on my bloated rod, guiding the shiny bulb back between the blonde's yielding lips. She readily accepted me into her mouth, nursing gently as she swirled her tongue all around the taut skin. As she began to move her head, bobbing slowly on the upper section of my swollen stalk, my trainer looked up at me and grinned.

"Honey, he's not allowed to cum."

The kneeling blonde didn't respond at first, keeping her steady rhythm as I began to pump my hips back and forth, thrusting my dribbling cockhead farther down her throat. I went too far and she choked. Grabbing the base of my shaft with one hand, she jerked her head away as she gasped and tried to catch her breath. After a moment, she was able to ask.

"Why not? Why can't I suck him off?"

Reaching into my pants, the kneeling girl cupped my balls in the palm of her hand and rolled them back and forth.

"His balls seem really bloated."

"That's the way we want to keep him."

Puzzled, she looked up at my trainer, still fondling my oozing pole.

"We?"

"Its sorority pledge thing, for Sigma Epsilon Chi."

A shadow flickered across her eyes.

"Ohhh. I've heard about you guys."

She looked back to my straining cockhead before continuing.

"And he's a member?"

"Not yet."

Reluctantly, the blonde relinquished her double handed grip and stood up.

"So you just needed me to taste him?"

As she ran her fist up and down my throbbing stalk, Erika nodded. With a long look down at my dribbling hard-on, the shorter girl looked up, directly into my eyes for the first time.

"If you ever want me to finish this for you, Bill, just let me know."

I stared back her while my trainer asked what I was wondering.

"How do you know his name?"

"We're in the same English class. And I live in the same dorm he does, just down the hall."

With a sly smile, she dropped her brown eyes back down to my drooling log as she continued.

"So when you want me to finish this, knock on my door. Anytime. My name is Jennifer."

And then she left. My freshman English class had at least a hundred students in it, maybe more, so it wasn't surprising that I didn't remember her in that crowd. But there were only about 20 on my hall.

"Cute girl. You don't remember her, do you?"

I shook my head as she started to put my raging erection back in my pants, making sure the engorged stalk was well to my right before she carefully zipped me up.

"If she comes knocking on your door tonight, don't let her in."

"Yes Ma'am."

She patted the bulging pouch in front of my cut-offs.

"This off limits to everyone except Club members. Do you understand?"

As she rubbed the underside of my swollen shaft, she smiled.

"Good. Tomorrow should be fun."

I'm glad she thought so. I wasn't so sure. With a sly smile, she turned to go.

"Sleep well."

But I didn't. I waited for several minutes for my stiff log to wilt, and even then, I had trouble walking. I was grateful I was able to make my way back to my dorm room without further incident. That night, I did eventually drift off, but I slept fitfully, waking up three times with visions of my ass being blistered by Erika and Mistress Shannon. When the sun finally peeked in my window, I was exhausted.

All day long, I was anxious and couldn't really eat much. Did Mistress Shannon know about my lack of control at the pool party? And despite my apprehension, my cock remained adamantly erect. It simply would not go down.

After finishing my preparations for the evening, I hurried across campus, trying to shield my bulging crotch from everyone but with little success. Several times during my walk, coeds glanced at the swollen pouch of my shorts and did a double take, staring openly. So it was a relief to get off campus and reach the house.

I was prompt, cautiously entering the house exactly at 7PM. No one was in sight and everything looked the same, except that there were no sandals. Not knowing if that meant anything, I changed, buckling the collar around my neck and wrapping the black leather strap around my cock and balls. Already thickened, my pole stretched out from between my legs, filling with blood and rising up to jut straight out in front of me.

After slipping on the white cotton robe, I glanced down at the protruding tent below my waist. It looked enormous, quivering with excitement beneath the thin cotton. With a deep breath, I sat down to wait.

Even holding my breath so I could listen carefully, I couldn't heart any sound coming from downstairs. But a few minutes later, I heard the click, click, click of high heels echoing down the hallway. Sporting a black leather collar, high heeled boots and a similar robe to mine over what I assumed was her costume, Erika smiled at me from the doorway. Did I detect another sly glint in her blue eyes?

"Stand up, Bill."

Without a word, I obeyed, feeling the bloated log between my thighs swing freely back and forth as I stood, pushing the robe out before me she came all the way into the room. Dropping her gaze below my waist, she ordered.

"Open your robe and show me your penis."

Taking a deep breath, I unbelted the robe and held it wide for her inspection. Reaching out, she caressed my engorged cockhead, letting her fingertips circle the prominent ridge, caressing the taut skin, lightly teasing the single hole at the tip, tickling it to gape open. As she continued to play with my stiff rod, I hesitated and then asked.

"Does she know?"

Erika didn't answer right away. Loosely gripped the throbbing pole, she ran her fist all the way down my stalk to press against my balls. As she squeezed the base of my thickened shaft, she finally replied, still not raising her gaze.

"I don't think Mistress Shannon knows about your indiscretion, or my lack of oversight."

Tightening her grip, my trainer slowly stroked about halfway up the length of my swollen shaft, watching the slit at the very tip.

"She didn't say anything about it. And although she's difficult to read, especially when she's wearing a mask, I don't think she knows."

Gripping my pulsing hard-on, she pulled the loose skin down, stretching it and causing the open crevice to yawn even wider. Using her other hand, she dipped the nail of her forefinger into the gaping hole and gently ran it around the sensitive lip. I held my breath as she pressed it farther into my cockhole, gently rimming me.

"It looks like you're ready to play."

After a long moment, she sighed and withdrew her hands, leaving my protruding log to tremble in the space between us.

"Mistress Shannon is waiting. Let's go."

I followed her swaying hips down the hallway, through the small kitchen and onto the landing that led down to the basement. Just like the last time, she bolted the door shut behind us before leading me downstairs. Once we reached the bottom of the stairs, she shed her robe and hung it up on a peg. Turning toward me, the stunning brunette waited for me to follow suit.

I couldn't help but stare. Although she wore the same collar and black knee high boots as before, she'd exchanged the half corset for a jeweled bra, open cupped and glittering in the dim light. Black leather straps outlined her high breasts, while vertical strands of thin shiny chains swung against her skin, rubbing her large reddish brown nipples into rigid, erect points.

Below her waist, she was totally nude, the ripe curves of her thighs and her hips and her smooth pussy utterly exposed. My stiff pole lurched at the sight of her magnificent body, sending tremors along the surface of my robe. She smiled when she saw the jerking movement beneath the thin material. Opening her muscular thighs, she showed me the gleaming metal bar and the reddened lips below.

Sliding her hand down over the swelling curve of her pubic mound, my trainer slid her fingers into the blossoming flower of her pussy. Tilting her hips up toward me, she spread them apart, displaying the moist petals as they glistened with her arousal.

"See? I'm just as excited as you are."