The Catholic Finishing Academy Pt 08

*******This is complete fantasy. All characters are 18+. Despite what I said at the end of part 7, this will not be about the students of Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy's winter break activities. That story will be released as a stand-alone story separate from this series. Here we find the students returning to their dormitories from winter break and their last night before spring classes begin. This is a CFNM story about the all-male students of Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for men aged 19-23 where students are required to remain nude at all times and the all female staff. Please leave comments.*******

Lyle flopped down on the bed. He felt weird being naked again. The chubby nineteen-year-old had stood in line with the rest of the academies freshman and stripped down an hour earlier. The stern nuns watched the young men lose every last bit of clothing until they were in their birthday suits. The way they would remain until May.

Lyle, surprisingly, couldn't wait for his first purity education class of the semester the next day. His class was later this semester and wouldn't start until five in the evening. His nuts felt grossly full. He'd spent three weeks with a chastity cage on. Justin and Duke were in the same boat. Dukes mother had encouraged Lyle's mom and Justin's mom to lock the young men in a chastity cage when they weren't at college.

Lyle had felt so happy earlier that day when his mother had removed the device when they'd arrive at Our Blessed Redeemer. He didn't think about the fact he would get a near instant erection that would be visible through his clothes once the cage was removed. This was even worse at the clothing drop off.

Lyle didn't feel embarrassed when he realized several of the young men had erections after they had stripped naked including Justin.

Finally, during dinner, his penis had deflated.

All over the freshman dormitory young men were retiring for the evening. Each hallway was long with bright lights and a garbage room at the end. Lyle's dorm was at the other end of the hall from the garbage room.

Around ten, Lyle had just closed his eyes to go to sleep when he heard a commotion outside his room. He jumped as a hand rasped on his door.

He jumped up and slowly opened the door to see the strict looking Sister Morgan on the other side. Not waiting for him to speak she ordered, "get in the hall and in humility position."

Lyle walked into the hall to find all the other naked young men who lived on the hall were standing in front of their doors with their ankles shoulder-width apart and their hands behind their heads.

Lyle jumped into humility position. Justin stood across from him in front of his own door. "What's going on?" Lyle mouthed.

"I don't know." Justin mouthed back.

Sister Morgan walked down the hall looking at the ten young men in front of her.

Ten nineteen-year-old men with ten scrotums with balls trying to retreat into their bodies from nervousness. Ten weenies were on full display with no cover. By now the young men knew the humiliation of having their genitals exposed to the staff was part of the curriculum at Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy.

At the other end of the hall from Lyle stood Bronson, the Indian young man. His small three inch soft sex organ was shriveled up almost completely into his body with his foreskin completely over his glans with a bunch of skin over his piss hole.

Sister Morgan reached into her robes and pulled out a folded-up picture. She unfolded it and held it up so the ten guys could see it as she walked down the hall.

As she reached the end of the hall Lyle and Justin felt a stir in their crotch as they saw the picture was of a woman who was totally naked with a big pair of titties seductively staring at the camera.

Sister Morgan said, "Now, one of you tried to dispose of this in the trash room. I was just happy I found this obscene picture when I happened to drop some garbage off. Whichever one of you brought this picture into this institution can now confess. If you confess now the punishment will be lenient."

The hallway was silent. You could hear a pin drop. The guys shot glances back and forth at each other. No one stepped up and confessed.

Sister Morgan nodded, "very well. This is quite unfortunate then. The whole hallway will be punished. You will stay in this position until I return with Mother Corinna."

The young men stood in position, not daring to move. They knew all too well the consequence of leaving humility position.

Lyle felt a quiver in his stomach. His face was crimson. Justin had a similar feeling. Down the line of naked guys Bronson felt just the same. His hairy dark-skinned belly visibly jiggled as he let out a long exhale.

Standing beside Justin was a tall pale young man with curly hair. He was just over six feet and stocky with strawberry blonde hair in his armpits. The nineteen-year-old named Gregory felt the worst. It was his picture. His twenty-one-year-old girlfriend had given it to him at winter break. He thought he had hidden it in the best place. The garbage room was the only place there were no surveillance cameras. It would sit under the garbage can and no one would see it. He could even stroke off in there if he wanted to.

They all stood in humility position for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, Sister Morgan and Mother Corinna rounded corner into the hallway. Bronson felt pee threatening to exit his penis as he saw they were both carrying large paddles.

Mother Corinna looked down the line and said, "I understand someone has brought an obscene image into this institution."

None of the men made a move. Most didn't even breathe as Mother Corinna looked down at the ten guys.

The stern headmistress ordered, "all of you turn around and bend over. I want hands on knees. You're all getting ten with the paddle. Maybe then one of you will decide you want to confess."

One by one they all turned and bent over. Ten sets of asscheeks pointed at Sister Morgan and Mother Corinna. As their cheeks spread open, they could even see a few of the mens puckered holes. They all had varying amounts of hair sprouting out of their cracks. Mother Corinna could tell as she approached Bronson that the nerdy Indian had a forest of black hair growing out of his crack with a circle of hair around his pink hole.

Mother Corinna and Sister Morgan each took one side of the hall.

The headmistress was the first to swing her paddle down. The CRACK echoed down the hall as it made contact with Bronson's butt. Bronson let out a wail. He felt a dribble of pee exit his piss hole. He was afraid after the next swat that he would empty his bladder right in the floor. Dispute the odds, he was able to hold it.

At the other end of the hall Lyle and Justin, standing with their anus's winking at each other, had to listen as the eight other guys took their ten paddle swats. Lyle felt his pits leaking sweat as the paddling continued down the line closer to them.

Soon, Sister Morgan approached Gregory's large, pale cheeks. His ass was surprisingly hairless despite his hairy arms and legs. His cheeks spread wide, and she could easily see his wrinkled anus.

Gregory nearly jumped into the air as the CRACK of the paddle exploded on his backside.

Nine swats later and the tall owner of the picture had tears welling up in his eyes.

Lyle and Justin both gulped, knowing they were about to have their asses mercilessly paddled.

Mother Corinna reared back and laid a quick ten swat attack on Lyle's pudgy ass cheeks. Sister Morgan did the same to Justin.

By the fifth smack Justin was begging the paddling to stop.

A loud final smack happened in unison as the headmistress and the nun delivered their last THWOP onto Lyle and Justin's asses.

"Back into humility position," Sister Morgan ordered.

The ten men limped around. A couple of them dared to rub their butt cheeks as they turned around before going back into humility position.

"Would anyone like to confess now?" Mother Corinna inquired.

The ten men responded with silence. Gregory wasn't about to speak up now. He thought maybe since they had been paddled that they would be done. He was wrong.

Mother Corona said, "Sister, I'm afraid we have to move on to more extensive measures since no one is stepping up to confess."

Sister Morgan nodded, "yes, reverend mother, I think you're right. Perhaps we should use the measure I suggested in your office. After all it was effective with those two students last semester."

Mother Corinna nodded, "I agree. Gentleman the sister and I need to set some things up. You will remain here in humility position until we return for you. Hopefully then we will encourage one of you to confess."

The two stern women left the hallway. Once they were out of earshot Bronson begged, "please, whoever brought the picture confess."

Trying to lighten the mood a little Justin quipped, "you gotta admit she had a nice pair of titties." That elicited a few chuckles.

After what seemed like another eternity Sister Morgan rounded the corner into the hallway and ordered, "all of you, we are going to the gymnasium locker room."

As they all began slowly walking glumly down to the gym Lyle whispered, "do you think it's gonna be what Duke said happened to him and Hank?"

Justin whispered back, "maybe. I hope not."

Lyle's fear was confirmed as they headed into the locker room. Most of the men looked shocked with half of them having their mouths hanging open as they saw that hanging off the two rafters overhead were ten very full high-volume enema bags. Each rafter held up five bags. The menacing orange tubes hung down with large black nozzles.

Mother Corinna instructed, "line up with a tube and get on your hands and knees. I want each line facing the other. Maybe retaining an enema will help the guilty person loosen his lips."

Bronson began begging again. The whiney nerd pleaded, "please. That's too much. I won't be able to hold it."

Sister Morgan snapped, "young man, get under a nozzle right now or I will paddle you so hard you'll be sleeping on your belly for the next month."

Bronson nervously joined the other guys at the line of enema bags. He picked a place right across from Lyle who was already on his hands and knees.

Justin was in position beside Lyle. Across from Justin was Gregory. Gregory took a deep breath. His face was red with guilt.

Mother Corinna and Sister Morgan went down the two lines and one-by-one jammed the menacing black nozzles into the freshman's clenched holes.

When Mother Corinna began pushing the nozzle into Bronson's hairy hole the headmistress gave his left cheek a sharp smack and snapped, "stop clenching, Bronson. You are taking this enema whether you want to or not."

Then, one-by-one, the two women went down the lines and clicked the valves on the tubes open. The young men all shuddered as nearly a gallon of soapy water began flooding into their rectums and up to their bowels.

Lyle and Justin were now all too used to the feelings. They were also embarrassingly aware that their penis's were filling with blood. They couldn't help it. None of the other guys would admit it, but their penises were soon throbbing as well.

Bronson was already uncomfortably full, and the bag was still over half-full. Beside him Gregory already felt like he urgently needed to shit.

As bags began to trickle empty Mother Corinna and Sister Morgan listened to the chorus of moaning the young men were letting out.

Sister Morgan said, "the nozzles will stay inserted. You will stand up and go to humility position. You will retain the solution for fifteen minutes."

The men struggled to get up. They all felt immense pressure in their colon. Gregory was terrified he was gonna use too much pressure standing up and start pooping in the floor.

Eventually, they all made it to humility position without suffering a colon disaster.

The two women noticed that all ten of them now had throbbing erections under bellies that were all visibly distended. Mother Corinna noted, "it seems they have all become aroused. Is this normal sister?"

Sister Morgan replied, "I'm afraid so, reverend mother. They have no control over those poles between their legs. If they weren't going to college here, I'm afraid they would all be playing with their penises every time they got an erection."

The headmistress replied, "yes, I agree. We are doing the right thing encouraging chastity cages outside of this institution."

They were interrupted by Justin moaning, "please.... Toilet."

Bronson joined him, "I....... I can't hold it..... please."

They were all being attacked by cramps rolling through their intestines as their colons were plagued with spasms. Justin was leaning forward slightly. His mouth was hanging open and his eyes were closed as he tried desperately to keep his anus clenched onto the nozzle.

Lyle felt a strong cramp in his belly. Looking down, he could see his stomach visibly moving from the strength of the cramps. He wasn't gonna be able to hold it. His eyes went wide then...... the cramp subsided, and crisis was averted.

As the fifteen minutes continued the two women brought out ten two-gallon buckets and began sitting them behind each young man. They all knew what humiliation was about to follow, but they were all so desperate to shit they didn't care.

Looking at her watch, Sister Morgan ordered, "take the nozzles out and empty yourselves. And no, you may not go to the toilet. You will use the buckets."

Quickly, all ten of the guys yanked the crap covered nozzles out of their asses and squatted over the buckets. The room erupted in loud farts and splats as they emptied themselves into the buckets. The room began to smell.

Bronson and Lyle were fighting to push their erect cocks into the buckets as they began peeing. Gregory was too late. His seven-inch dick wouldn't point down far enough to go into the bucket, and he started shooting a rocket of pee that splattered into the floor in front of him. Gregory wasn't the only one who couldn't fit their hard cocks into the bucket. Three other young men who were desperately trying fit their erect weenie's into the bucket began shooting piss all over the place. One young man who was particularly well-endowed gave up trying and let his nine-inch piece of manhood shoot a fountain of pee into the air. It splatted down dangerously close to the feet of the young man across from him.

Mother Corinna quipped, "how disgusting."

After a couple minutes the locker room was full of ten very relieved guys who were still hovering over the buckets. The smell hung high in the room. The guys all had very empty colons and bladders (some bladders emptied into the buckets, some emptied onto the floor) and were too relieved to feel shame for what they had just done.

Sister Morgan ordered, "I hope the person guilty for bringing that obscene picture into this institution is ashamed of what has just happened."

Gregory said nothing, still straddling the bucket full of his crappy water. He stared at the puddle of piss in the center of the floor he had created.

Mother Corinna said, "it is now far past lights out. I think we have made out point, sister. Gentleman, get up and go dump your buckets in the toilet then clean yourselves up. If you emptied your bladders in the floor you will go to the janitor's office and get the mop. If you miss any of your urine you will be taking another enema, am I clear?"

The ten guys all mumbled a "yes ma'am," or "yes, reverend mother."

The two women left the locker room as the men began picking up their buckets and heading to the two toilets in the corner of the locker room.

The Next Day

The next morning all the students of Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy awoke and began getting ready for their first classes of spring semester.

Sister Morgan dressed and walked down to her office. When she got there, she was surprised to see the nineteen-year-old freshman waiting for her. It was the scrawny red-headed young man named Brandon. He was the younger brother of one of the seniors, Judd.

Sister Morgan asked, "what can I do for you son?"

Brandon said, "sister, I think someone may have brought an obscene picture with them after break."

Sister Morgan said, "oh really. And who do you think it is?"

Brandon said it was Gregory, and that Gregory had shown him the picture the day before.

Sister Morgan thanked Brandon and excused him. That night she was going to give Gregory the punishment he thoroughly deserved.