Zam had never been in a dorm before but seen them plenty on TV, these long hallways with individual rooms, a small communal kitchen for each respective floor, common room and study areas.
This wasn't it, though. The building was tall and fairly open with glass panes covering the outsides between tall and graceful-looking pillars of polished steel. It only had to house a hundred and forty people at a time so a lot of space was used for spacious rooms and what Rezero called 'study' rooms.
The entrance had a small area where shoes were left and so Zamuel followed Rezero barefoot up a flight of stairs with a large glass window going from bottom to ceiling showing out into a beautiful garden in the back. It was empty with benches littered everywhere.
Other femboys were slowly coming in through the door as they reached the landing.
"There's no dress code in the dorms. Generally we go around naked for as long as we can as washing clothes costs more than showering." He said and stopped in front of the desk waiting right there with a rather bored-looking and mature woman. She was nude outside the pasties on her nipples and a blinking collar around her neck. Three glowed green and one red.
"This is the dorm mother. Every dorm has one." Rezero explained and the raven-haired woman stood up, her heavy breasts swaying from the movement and a soft smile on her face.
"I am Kayla oh one, pleased to meet you, Zamuel." She said, her right blue eye flickering for a bit.
Zamuel smiled back. "Pleased to meet you, too, Kayla."
"She's an android that keeps the dorm clean and tends to our health when the nurse isn't needed." Rezero added and continued further down the right-hand hall. "She's for fucking, too. But she doesn't pay up so your semen is better dumped elsewhere."
"Oh."
A quick flick of Rezero's wrist and the door to their room sighed open. It was a lavishly furnished two-room flat that had a scent of cinnamon and musk permeating it. Lingerie and other clothes were all in one pile on the couch and the whole room was dark from the shutters.
"Make yourself at home. Tablet goes there." The boy said, pointing to the wall next to him where two tablet interface slots were. "You're registered but the device has to be interfaced to complete the assignment."
"Nifty." Zam commented and did just that, sliding the device into the rectangular slot and started to strip. Once the bar reached one hundred percent, he was fully nude and Rezero had turned on a dim light with him fully stripped as well.
"Now, here's how it's going to be." Rezero started, pulling Zam into the couch, the older boy placing himself over the younger one.
Zamuel couldn't help but slowly get hard at the situation, his instinct flaring up, and looked up at his master.
"You're mine to do as I wish. You're my fuckmeat and until I graduate, I own every piece of you. Is that understood?"
A shiver went through Zam's body and into his half-hard cock, now fully erect and throbbing. He nodded slowly with shaky breaths.
"I'm not my brother, though. I don't give a damn who you fuck or are fucked by. All I care about is that you're here every single night, on my cock when told and giving me cum." The boy finished, pulling back and spotting his raging hardon.
"Since you're so eager, let's get you started on your milking regiment."
"M-Milking regiment...?" Zam stammered, blinking confusedly and was a tad worried. "Like cum milking?"
"Oh, one more thing. For every load you waste in someone, you will need one load inside you. Even cum from your asshole is worth roses so I expect you to fill up whatever bottle or glass you can and bring it here." His master added before heading into his room.
Zamuel sat there, aroused beyond belief and confused as he tried to come to terms with what was going on. He could never imagine a lifestyle such as this! So much crazy stuff has happened in just one day and right now he felt like his brain would burn up!
In some weird and lewd way he was relieved to see Rezero bring a small contraption from his room. It had a large glass canister attached to it and looked like a small pump with a hose connected to it. At the tip of the hose was a rubber sheath with obvious moving parts. A shiver once more hit him and watched quietly as Rezero set it down and got on his knees. The Rosellate Academy emblem was clear on the canister.
"For the first few days, I want a minimum of three loads a day. Big loads." He said firmly, his grip on Zam's cock even firmer. "I expect one in my coffee every morning."
"Ngh...yes master..." Zam moaned out and watched his master slide his cock into the tube. It went all the way to the base and with a click suction made the hose stick. A few adjustments and it was snug around his whole length.
"You gotta have suction keeping the milker firmly attached and these two buttons adjust for size. It has to be snug or tighter to work properly." He then turned on his commlink. "I can see whether or not it's in use and know how much you dumped at all times. Don't try and change the pace of the milking."
Zam again nodded and felt daunted by the task at hand. He was no cum factory but his master's demands inspired him to improve. He's gonna try and have dad bring more of those virility patches. If Rezero wanted a high-yield cum-cow, he sure as hell will try!
A tap on the display and the machine stirred to life. Immediately, before Zamuel could reconcile with the odd and submissive thought he just had, the pressure built up around his cock and blood rushed and was suddenly stuck inside it as the machine clamped hard around his base.
A confused and pleasured little moan escaped Zamuel without wanting to and squirmed from how bloated his cock was and tight the sucker around him became as a result. The snug rubber began to jerk him off in tandem with the rhythmic suctions while Rezero watched him quiver.
The tanned boy smirked and went back to his commlink to pull up another window. Zamuel looked at what he was doing while the machine was relentlessly pushing him towards orgasm and saw Rezero had opened his profile and watched the boy transfer all of his Roses onto his own account.
"M-Master...don't I need those...a-ah..." He asked, now panting and holding a pillow close to his chest from the mechanical and amorous assault of the milker.
"You earn your allowance with how much you cum. More cum, more roses. So I suggest you get used to the milker and start loving it." He explained with a wink and kissed him firmly on the lips. Zamuel was far too stunned to even think of resisting and instead was putty in his master's hands and melting from the kiss.
The air was filled with the slurping sounds of the milker siphoning its first of many of Zamuel's loads, splattering lewdly in the glass canister, and Zamuel was left dizzy and drunk with pleasure when Rezero pulled away.
