First Day of School (fiction)

With sincerest apologies to Brie Larson and Tom Holland.


There was a knock on the door. It was a hesitant one, almost like whoever was knocking wasn't sure if he wanted it to be heard or not. Carol Danvers looked up from her papers, and saw a figure behind the frosted glass of her office door.

"Enter!"

The door opened a bit, and a young man appeared in the doorway, a back-bag on his shoulder. He peered in as hesitantly as his knock had been. Behind the youngster Carol could see the students rushing along the corridor. The first day of a semester was busy in any school.

"M-Ms. Danvers?" the young man said sounding unsure. "I'm Peter. Peter Parker."

"Ah yes", Carol said putting away her pen and placing it on the stack of folders on her desk. "Please come in, and close the door."

The youngster did as he was told. Carol couldn't but glancing at the folder one on the top, with the youngster's name on it.

"Nice to meet you, I have heard so much about you", Carol said smiling. "Do you have something for me, Peter Parker?"

The young man looked uncomfortable, but reached inside the pocket of his jeans, and a moment later took out a tiny metal ring with two small keys on it. The boy gave the rings to Carol, who placed them on the desk.

"Now show me" Carol said smiling.

"Must I?" the youngster said, looking anguished. Carol nodded.

"Yes, you must."

The youngster put his bag-pack on the floor and started unbuckling his belt. His movements were uncertain and Carol could see his hands were shaking. Slowly he pulled his jeans and underpants lower and revealed the metal device around his groin. 

Carol couldn't help a faint smile appearing on her face. It was the standard cage every new male student got in the mail. The cage was extremely small, and looking at it one would imagine there wouldn't be room for anything else than the head of the penis. It seemed, however, to be a perfect fit for the youngster.

"I hope you've worn that the way you were instructed to in the acceptance letter", Carol said and saw the youngster nod. "And how does it feel?"

The youngster shrugged. "I don't know. Pretty comfortable. After I got used to it."

Carol let out a chuckle. "You wouldn't believe how many boys of your age I have heard to say that. Yes, contrary to a popular belief, chastity cages are extremely comfortable. As long they're small enough. Every male student of this school wears one. We are determined to put a stop to rape culture in universities. You do understand that, don't you?"

"Y-yes, of course, Ms. Danvers", the boy stammered. 

He was still keeping the rim on his trousers down that merely the head of the small chastity cage was visible. The longer the boy stood there, the less there was to see, as his grip slowly started to slip, most likely intentionally, Carol thought.

"Don't keep it like that", Carol sighed. "I want to see it properly. In fact it would be best if you removed your clothes completely."

"W-what?" the youngster said, shock in his voice. "All of them?" 

Carol nodded. "Yes, all of them", she said calm manner. "Mr. Stark spoke very highly of you, which was one of the reasons you got in to our, shall we say prestigious school. You don't want to ruin everything on your first day, do you?"

The boy nodded and started to disrobe. It was clear he was embarrassed beyond belief, and his hands were shaking almost uncontrollably as he was taking away his clothes. Carol got up and sat down on the edge of her desk, folding her arms. Soon the boy was standing in attention completely naked, except for the tiny chastity cage, and blushing. 

"Now make a spin for me", Carol said, making a gesture with her hand. "Let me see you properly.

Boy did as he was told and even though his spin was far from graceful, it was enough to show what he got. Nice ass, Carol thought. Also, she couldn't but to marvel how much better male genitals look caged.

"Very good", Carol said smiling as the boy was facing her again. 

"In our institution we put a great value to obedience, especially of young men, towards women. We don't want only to train your minds, but to also teach that a man of science is always a gentleman, as well, and shows proper respect towards a woman. That doesn't apply only to me, but to every other female member of the staff, as well as you fellow students."

"I understand, Ms. Danvers", the boy said, and nodded, still looking extremely uncomfortable. 

Carol leaned back a bit and looked at the boy, wondering what to do next. She was wearing her ankle boots she liked to use indoors. This was an old building and especially during the fall the floors got cold. The tips of her boots were covered with dirt, the way they usually were during the fall.

"Come here, and kneel before me", she said after a while. Carol watched as the boy did dropped to his knees in front of her. He was obedient, that was sure.

"Now, lick my boot", Carol said, pointing the tip of her boot towards the youngster. Dutifully, he leaned in and started to lick the grime covered tip.

Carol couldn't help but smiling. She watched the dark curly head move up and down as the boy licked the tip of her boot clean. Such obedience, Carol thought. Such potential. She would have fun with this one.

"Stop", she said after she thought the tip was clean enough. She put her boot down, turned around and lifted her foot so the sole of the boot pointed at the youngster.

"And now the sole", she said, looking over her shoulder. This time the youngster hesitated, but was able to continue his work. Carol didn't blame the boy. The grooves of the soles were full of dirt, sand tiny pieces of rock.

"Yes, just like that", Carol said, arching her feet and looking the curly hair going up and down the sole. "Put your tongue to work. Get it really shiny. Don't forget the heel."

Obediently the boy started to lick the heel. Carol watched him doing it, and she couldn't but to feel excitement sending butterflies to her stomach. So far the kid had been turned out perfect. 

"Now, put it in your mouth", Carol said and watched as the boy as he was told. "Yes, just like that. Really suck it, just like it was a little cock."

The boy's head stared moving and down. The sigh was almost hypnotic, and Carol could feel warmth spreading from her tummy to her lower region. Quite frankly, she could have watched the boy doing that for ages. 

However, she knew she had to move on. Reluctantly, she ordered the boy to move upwards. Smiling, Carol observed as the boy started dutifully to lick the grime off the back of her boot near the heel, before proceeding higher. When he reached the end of the boot the boy clearly hesitated.

"You may proceed", Carol said, and tried very hard not to let it show in her voice how pleased the boy's hesitation made her feel. "I want to feel you lips on my skin. Worship my legs properly."

The boy started planting kisses on her calf, moving slowly upwards. Soon he was high enough Carol could put her feet down. Naturally this made the boy prostate himself even more. Carol saw how much the boy had to struggle in order to continue his work.

Turning her face forward Carol closed her eyes and leaned forward a bit. The moment his lips reached the back of her knee Carol had to fight not to moan out loud, or sigh too deeply, The boy hadn't deserved it yet. But damn it felt good.

By the time the boy's lips reached the hem of her skirt she realized he was hesitating again. This time she stood up, unzipped her skirt and let it drop into her ankles. Bending down, she put her elbows on her desk and arched her back. Naturally she wasn't wearing any panties.

"Continue", she said, trying to keep her voice as cold and emotionless as possible. A moment later she felt that boy's lips on her backside. She felt a kiss after a kiss on her ass, but it was clear the boy did his best to avoid the center.

"Don't be shy", Carol said, letting out a dry laugh. "Take a good hold of my ass, spread it and put your face in there."

This time there was a longer pause, but she decided to give the boy a minute. The moment she felt the boy's unsure hands on her buttocks, a wide smile appeared on her face. The smile widened as she felt the boy pulling her ass cheeks apart, and then putting his face in. She could feel his nose touching her anus and lips touching her pussy. 

"Now, smell deep", she said and felt the boy starting to draw air in. "Really smell it. That's what a woman smells. Good. Now, get to work." Again there was a moment of hesitation. A moment later, however, Carol felt the tongue on her pussy lips. Suddenly Carol had to close her eyes, open her mouth and draw air in more forcefully she had intended to. Fuck she loved her job.

Boy tried his best, but his movements were unsure. Carol wasn't surprised. She was pretty certain this was the first time the boy was this close to a woman, let alone her pussy. Still, it wasn't anything practice wouldn't cure. And she was going to make sure the boy was going to get a lot of it.

She let the boy lick her quite a while. Finally however she cleared her throat. 

"Move up", she said, and then, when it was clear the boy didn't understand her, she continued. "Lick my asshole." With clear hesitance the boy's tongue started to move and finally found itself inside her asshole. A moment later she felt his hands on her backside, stretching her ass open.

Carol reached under her, and slid fingers to her pussy. It was so wet and slick of her own juices it was hard to believe it. Enjoying the sensation of the boy's tongue deep inside her asshole she started to move her fingers rhythmically.

When she reached the climax a few moments later Carol had to fight not to wail out loud. Keeping her eyes closed she let the wave of orgasm go over her, making her body spasm. She breathed deeply, and became slowly aware of the world around her again. The boy was still licking her anus, clearly unsure whether to stop or not.

Carol sighed deeply, got up and before the boy had time to react, gabbed the curly hair tightly and pushed the boy's head to her pussy.

"Clean-up", Carol said and closed her eyes again, as she felt the boy's lips on her pussy. She kept her hand in the boy's hair, and fought with desire to make him lick her another orgasm immediately. That would come later. 

After Carol had made the boy lift her skirt up and zip it and she had given him a permission to stand up, she sat down in her chair again. She picked up her pen, glanced at the papers on her desk and then at the boy standing before her. 

"Commendable", Carol  said and nodded. "I see a great deal of potential in you. But you need practice. You may dress now." She started filling out the papers she had been working on before the boy had come in, and listened as the youngster was putting his clothes on in a haste. Finally she heard the door open again.

"Report here after your lectures for today are over", Carol said without looking up from her papers. "Until then, that is all. You may go."