Cambiar Prison Academy

Previously on Cambiar Academy:

Our main character, a 6'2", bisexual adonis named Liam finds himself at Cambiar: post-high-school academy designed for troubled LGBT teens. In this twisted future, Prisons are a death sentence for anyone remotely normal. Academies release young men back into public after a few years of re-education. While Cambiar is only for LGBT men between 18-24, many attempt to abuse the system.

The academy gives the new class an examination when they arrive and based on their personalities assign them a "TOP" or "BOTTOM" position before breaking them up into rooms of 2 or 4. Each room has responsibilities. Obviously, not every boy is going to respond well to being told they're going to be some other man's live-in sex doll and others take too much advantage to that power. The risk is that if you go too far in violating the rules, instead of getting sent home, you die.

Liam has been assigned a bottom, a sexually repressed small-town Twink named Drew. What will happen next? Read on to find out:

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Day 3:

I woke up earlier than Drew, at what felt like 6AM but could've been earlier. There were no clocks on the walls in our "dorms," which were windowless cells. The full-bed Drew and I shared was starting to get on my nerves. My 9 incher stood full erect - like every morning - weeping just a little bit. Crying out for an orgasm. God! I was so horny. Despite that amazing fuck Kil had given me, it was my only bit of pussy (or hole) in weeks. And now, Dr. Oscha is threatening to send anyone home who has sex with someone outside of their room. To make it even trickier, she mentioned we'd get a "Semen retention exam" (is that a thing?) every morning for a week to ensure everyone is following the rules. What a fucked up place I've landed in.

Drew was snuggled up against me, clearly in ethereal bliss from out make out / jerking off session last night. Unfortunately for me, I didn't get to play with myself, so I tried to make up for it now. I slowly slid my hand under my waist band and went to work on my own cock. After a minute or two, I maneuvered to slide off my boxers so I could get myself off faster. The movement must've woken up Drew, who started mumbling and blinking a lot.

"Morning Sleepy-Head." I said to him, still stroking my dick.

"Heyyyy" Drew began, rubbing his eyes.

"You slept well last night huh?"

"Yeah, I guess" Drew finally opened his eyes enough to see me pulling at my dick. He pulled away, squishing up against the wall to avoid touching any part of me. Then he stood up and ran away like a scared little animal.

"What's wrong?" I asked. "You played with yourself until you shot ropes all over our bed ... all while my tongue was in your mouth. But I can't cum?"

"I uhh you asked me to... I...." Drew managed to get out: "I have to take a shower." He turned to leave the room but the door was locked. Only "Tops" can open the doors to bedrooms, we both remembered in real-time. Drew's face was beet red.

"Is everything okay?" I asked. "I thought you enjoyed kissing me last night."

"I did ... it was ..." he looked down. "I think maybe we should just try and make it through these 3 years together. Like you said. Kissing was a mistake."

I got up out of bed and started walking towards him, Drew instinctively stepped back, bumping into the door.

"Please," he begged before I tapped my key against the door, unlocking it and allowing him out. Drew quickly pulled a shirt over his head as he ran out of the room. What a guy...

Maybe 30 minutes later Drew returned and thankfully for my future here, I had already taken care of my full balls. Would've been nice to fire a load into that cutie's mouth or fuck a little, but that's just the horny talking.

Drew changed into his designated outfit, tiny orange short-shorts and a white crop top. I had on the outfit the tops wore: a white tank and orange cargo pants. We both left the room and, without saying a word, wandered down our hall. I saw a few of the other men I came into the academy with in our hall. When we reached the end of a hallway, an armed guard blocked our entrance.

He removed a flat baton from his utility belt: "Place your hands against the wall and spread your legs." Drew was the first to comply, assuming the position as the guard waved the wand under Drew's crotch. The wand shined green and beeped. "Pass. Please continue on." Drew stepped through the door. This must be our "seaman retention exam" ... I didn't even know these were real.

Breakfast in the cafeteria was normal - at the start at least. Breakfast is the only meal where top's bring food to their bottoms, so myself and the others got in line and waited for the staff to give us each two bowls of slop. The food this morning looked particularly bad, white gruel fails to get my appetite going. I carried our bounty to the table designated for Drew and me.

"Thanks" he mumbled.

"No worries..." I said. "And sorry if this morning was too forward."

Drew poked at his food: "It's okay I shouldn't have said all that last night anyway." 

"Never apologize for saying what's on your mind. I'm not here to make you --"

Dr. Oscha took the stage cut me off... she does have a way of making an entrance. In seemingly the same outfit she was wearing yesterday (white pantsuit), she droned on and on about the power of reform. Was this going to be everyday? It seemed tough for me win her over enough to get special privileges, or even a way out of here. Before I could notice, her speech ended and the tops were clearing away plates. I hopped in line to join them.

Classes at the academy begin after breakfast and run until 8pm, with breaks for lunch and dinner interspersed throughout the day. One of the older boys told me sometimes you eat alone, sometimes you eat with your cell-mate. Or partner or whatever the fuck we were supposed to call each other. There didn't seem to be a pattern according to the older kid, who told me he was a third year. But that's just one person's observations - there must be a pattern. And I'm gonna figure it out to break out of this place.

During our second work-out of the day, sometime around 5pm, Dr. Oscha came and pulled me out of class. She walked me down a hallway and ushered me into a smaller room with a conference table a window with the shades closed. I took a seat while the Doctor opened the shades to reveal this window faced directly into one of the classrooms, where a group of bottoms were sitting in in a semi-circle. With his back to the mirror was who I assumed to be the instructor ... "Don't worry they can't see us. The other side of this glass is a whiteboard."

I spotted Drew off to the side of the Semi-circle.

"That's Mr. Miller." Dr. Ochsa continued, "He was the one who welcomed you to this academy a few days ago." When he turned to face some other students, I did recognize him.

"He teaches classes?" I asked.

"What? Don't believe it?" 

"No." I laughed. "Just find it hard to believe. I thought he was a guard."

"Miller is actually one of the more gifted maths teachers we have around ... but that's not why I brought you here." As she finished her sentence, Miller waved and walked out of the room and a woman I didn't recognize immediately entered. She said something curt to the class, causing all of them to sit up straight at attention.

"That's Ms. Maygar ... she only teaches bottoms so it's unlikely you'll ever get a chance to meet. But I wanted to make sure you saw this." Dr. Oscha walked up to an intercom near the glass and flipped a switch. The noise from within the classroom poured into our little observation space.

"... AND I heard you all did great last night." Ms. Maygar said clapping like a giddy actress. "So! As a reward for everyone passing their retention exams. We're gonna have FUN today!" The students seemed unsure how to respond. "She's usually a little meaner." Dr. Oscha explained.

"Okay everyone. You all know the drill! Let's get into our uniforms!" Ms Maygar turned around and looked at us, surely knowing she was being observed. "Drew? Would you unzip me?" Drew stood up, unzipped Maygar's white dress and then unclipped her bra. As he returned to his seat, he slid off his shorts and t-shirt. I looked around to see all the other boys nude as well.

I've always considered myself more into men than woman but Maygar was a looker. Beautiful, pierced DD tits and a perfect body all the way down to the toes. Her long red hair (clearly dyed but who cares) just barely touched her perky butt.

I couldn't take my eyes off her as she dragged a small, low table to the center of the semi-circle and placed atop it ... an enormous red dildo. "That's right my girlies! Today we're gonna learn how to suck cock." My eyes immediately darted to Drew. Before I could try and read his face, I noticed he was wearing panties. So were all the students in fact. Some were even clad in sports bras. One had on lingerie. I glanced up at Dr. Oscha but she was already looking for me, waiting to extract my reaction.

"Ms. Maygar teaches femininity here. She's in charge of turning these weak men into nice girls." 

"Not every gay man wants to be a girl. Bottoming doesn't make you a girl." I stood up to meet her eye-line.

"Not every bottom takes femininity. Only those who score high on this section of the aptitude test. Remember your friend Robbie? He's not in here ... a true bottom trough and trough but he doesn't like this stuff. Fair and fine by me." 

"That's very reasonable of you." I said sarcastically. Scanning the room, I recognized Kil and George. Briefly I thought back to the footage Dr. Oscha showed me of George getting railed. Seeing him sitting cute and proper with nothing on made my dick stir. And watching Maygar demonstrate blowjob techniques on a dildo made me even harder.

"Never take your hand off the cock," Maygar said, "You can switch hands or only use your mouth, but never stop the stimulation." She began rapidly stroking the dick up and down, using her other hand to pinch the dildo's plastic balls. "Everyone knows about not forgetting the balls." I noticed more than a few of the boys had hard ons. She picked the toy up off the table and tossed it to a boy I recognized but couldn't remember the name of. He looked maybe 22. Toying with the fake cock a bit before passing it to the next boy.

A knock at the door. I turned to see if it was ours but Ms. Maygar was already moving to a back door. A bigger man in a robe with a pink cloth mask covering his entire face was ushered into the room. Maygar took off his robe and laid him on her table in the middle. His legs dangled off the end. He looked older, must've been one of the 3rd years. Or one of the guards.

"The fastest way to make a flaccid dick hard is with direct head stimulation." Maygar said as she pinched and squeezed the tip of the masked man's cock. Once just enough blood flooded in, she began jerking him. "I liked to start out dry... make them crave the softness of my mouth. But when I do finally start to suck. I go slow." She gently popped the tip into her mouth and began sucking, whirling her tongue around and around. "When it's finally time to suck, he'll be begging." She slid the entire, now fully hard dick into her throat, pushing her nose against his pubes.

"Sally! Would you try it with our dildo?" Maygar said looking up at one of the bottom's I didn't know. The boy cautiously started fitting the dildo into his mouth.

After a moment of pause, she moved her head up just enough to fit her hand on the dick. She then relentless slid her mouth and hand up and down the entire dick for 45 seconds. The masked man moaned and bucked and right at his moment of climax, Ms. Maygar removed her mouth from the dick, but kept jerking. He shot a massive load 2 feet in the air. A few rough grunts escaped the masked man's lips as he vibrated away his orgasm. He reached a hand up before Maygar swatted it down. "Don't fucking move." She caressed his masked face. "You're a breeder stud to help train these girls." Maygar said as she scooped up some cum and gave it a lick. "Not too bad..." she scanned the room.

"George. Come here." He stood up, revealing a tiny erect dick poking through panties to everyone and walked over to Ms Maygar and knelt next to her. She smeared the cum all over his face. "Nicky? Lick that off." Everyone looked at Nicky (I assumed) who did nothing. He was about to protest but the mere hesitation was enough to set Maygar off. She shot up and exploded at Nicky before walking over and slapping him across the face. As she dragged him across the room by the hair, she yelled into his ear, "Do you wanna get your self transferred? Lick it up!" Nicky reluctantly began lapping at Georges face. Both were rock hard.

She turned to face the class: "Okay... who wants to give it a try!" She learned down sucked on the masked man's balls and then ran her tongue along the shaft all the way up to the dickhead, "whoever I think does the best ... gets a blowjob of their own!"

Half the boys immediately shot their hands into the air, the prospect the perfect Maygar working your dick too tempting to pass up. Everyone except Kil, that is. He was sitting, looking unamused.

I heard something closer than the class and turned to see Dr. Oscha, now sat in one of the office chairs, unbuckle her belt and unzip her pants. She didn't take them off but retrieved a small black egg shaped device from her jacket pocket. She slid the egg under her white panties (I caught a brief look) before a faint humming vibration filled the air. "You don't mind do you?" She asked without taking her eyes off the class on the other side of the window.

"Not at all." I said, sitting in the chair next to her. I started to unzip my pants before she rested her spare hand on my shoulder. "I'd prefer if you didn't." Dr. Oscha said.

"But..." I started before she cut me off: "Quiet Liam. I'll miss the show."

In an attempt at self-preservation, I decided not to question her. By the time we both focused back in on the blowjob class ahead of us, that student Sally(?) was on his knees across from Ms. Maygar. "More sucking Sally, take it all the way into your throat." She was using one hand to jerk the man's dick while Sally bobbed his head up and down guided by the other. "Okay ready to take the cock?" Sally nodded with the dick still in her mouth, slowly brining her hand and encircling the hard dick. Ms. Maygar took her off, now using both hands to control Sally's head movements. "Good boy!" Ms. Maygar said as she bobbed the bottom's head up and down on the huge hard dick.

"Oh that's good." Dr. Occha said, almost reaching an orgasm. Hearing her moan and not be able to do anything to alleviate my own horniness was torture.

Ms. Maygar noticed some movement behind the mask and suddenly shoved down Sally's head on the cock. Good boy that he is Sally swallowed the whole dick, his nose dug into the man's skin. Tears ran down his face and drool spilled out of him. Then the drool turned white. "Great job my boy! Now make sure to swallow every little drop of that throat pie." She lifted his face off the dick and shut his lips with a kiss. Once it was clear Sally was finished. Maygar offered the rest of the boys a chance to suck. I noticed Drew wasn't reacting.

Next up was another one of the bottom's I didn't recognize. He was wearing red shorts so that must've made him a second year? He took the instruction rather well. I'm sure by this point the masked man was starting to regret volunteering for this (if he volunteered at all). Like last time, Maygar used a hand firmly gripped on the back of the student's head to help get the whole dick inside. Unlike Sally, when it came time for the masked man to nut, this red-short-boy really didn't wanna swallow. He thrashed his head up, probably knowing what was coming, but Maygar's strength held him down. "Take it like a good girl!" She whispered. Eventually his resistance faded and he bobbed up and down to soak up the last of the jizz. Her attention moved back to class: "Who's next!?

"Oh I love that..." Dr. OScha sighed as she brought her self to third or fourth orgasm since this ordeal started. I looked down to see a little stain on top of my pants, right where my erect dick was spewing precum. I don't know how much more of this I could take.

Kil was now throating the masked man's dick, making it look easy. Unlike the others, Maygar wasn't touching or helping Kil at all, just highlighting good techniques to the other students. "He's cum three times in 15 minutes... do you have another model for us to practice on?" Kil asked.

"What's the matter Kil? Afraid you can't make him cum?"

"I know I can. But his balls are empty. I assume he's a guard can we just to grab another?" 

Ms. Maygar was perturbed. "Take a seat. I think that's probably a great place to stop for the day." A few of the students groaned. Drew looked relieved.

"Sorry. Ms Maygar?" Sally asked. "You said that the best would get... a blowjob" he was looking at the floor while speaking. "Who did the best. Was it me?"

"My goodness! You're so greedy! You boys are very far from feminine I can tell you that! How Shameful. Girls like you don't GET blowjobs you GIVE blowjobs. So yeah... you were the best Sally. Now go suck of Kil. No hands. And none of us are leaving until he nuts."

Sally silently crawled over to Kil's seat and got to work.

Dr. Oscha flipped the switch at the intercom. The sound vanished. "I think you've seen enough for today. I'll have one of the guards walk you back. I'm gonna stick around ... for research purposes of course." She winked a knowing smile.

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My dinner was a steak and broccoli, Drew got a cream soup of some kind. I tasted some but it was awful. Unlike the last few nights, there was no pageantry, no activities. The lounge was open for a few hours but most couples just went back to their rooms. In that big loud crowd of people, I saw Thomas, the ginger I'd met earlier. He invited me over, they'd stashed some of the booze away from the welcome party.

By the time I'd arrived at the room everyone was drunk: Thomas, Ivy, Mikey and their bottom George. They welcomed me in and I sat down with a mixie. This whole prison is so fucked up! I thought briefly of escape. Should I bring it up with this lot? George was wearing lingerie, clearly for a woman.

"You hear what the bitches were learning today?" Ivy asked me.

"What?" I said.

"The bottom sluts learned how to fuck and suck today. Swear to god." Mikey said, gesturing at George.

"How'd you find that out?" I asked.

"Dr. Oscha showed me footage. Our little bitch is quite the talented dicksucker!" Ivy said.

"Shut up!" George said.

"Don't know why he's embarrassed, he's sucked us all off already." Ivy said, laughing.

When I looked at George he did nothing but blush.

"Want some head Liam?" Thomas asked me. "I'm sure George would love to throat you." George said nothing while glaring right at Thomas.

"It's okay" Mikey said laughing. "We rented his ass to some second years already! He sucked off 6 dudes in half an hour!" George protested but Ivy calmed him down with an open mouth kiss. They whispered a bit before George meekly walked up to me and offered me a blowjob. I politely declined, finished my drink and headed for the door. Wasn't an easy thing to say no to, but I had other plans.

Took a shower and a half an hour later I slithered into my room, where all the lights were off. Drew woke up and greeted me. I peeled off my clothes and climbed into bed. Drew offered a muffled goodnight before turning away from me to face the wall. This tiny little room offered us two men a full mattress to share and no matter how we contoured our bodies, we were always touching in some way. After a few minutes of resistance and uncomfortable positioning, Drew finally shuffled against me, pushing his back and hair against my shoulder. I felt my dick. Decided on it.