Queerwig - Blackthorn College for Boys

Drowning in Cum

I'd heard about death cults, but never thought I'd belong to one, let alone one disguised as a college. Yet here I am.

I'm different from most of the boys at Blackthorn.

I'm a femboy—I have all the equipment of a boy, but I feel like a girl and sound like a girl, and I love to be filled with cum. The knot that hardens deep in my root when I'm being fucked feels more like a g-spot than a prostate, and when my belly bloats with cum I feel pregnant and endlessly orgasmic.

I love cum and even told Professor Alastor what I want for my graduation; to drown in cum and not be told when it was going to happen until it starts.

All the graduations happen at the Friday orgies and some boys know it's coming and some don't. I've watched ten boys graduate in ecstasy while being fist fucked deep in my cum-slick bowels.

Tonight we've all eaten a light dinner and taken our cleansing enemas until we squirt clear and are making our way across the quad into the main administration building. The orgy is about to start and there is a palpable energy around us. I can smell the arousal in the air and see the tented fabric on the front of the boys' pants. Even my skirt is bulged, my queerwig buzzing in my brain in anticipation of the sweet debauchery of the weekly orgy, my girl-cock hard and curved, the knot at its root throbbing, my bum and throat hungry for cock and cum, and my swollen seminal vessel full and bloated. I love Friday orgies and laze so peacefully come Saturday mornings.

As we enter and strip I see the Professors are already naked, their masculine bodies glistening with sweat, their pheromones making the air reek of spice and sexual desire. Professor Gaap walks past me and whispers;

"Don't hold back tonight, Bobbie." as he pats my bum.

Then Professor Willingson as he passes; "Let it carry you away, baby girl."

Last, Professor Sprite walking past lays his hand on the back of my head, "Surrender your body." he whispers and I feel my queerwig begin to buzz so insistently in the core of my brain it makes my vision blur and my legs weak.

Oh god I need to get fucked.

I find a group of senior boys and get on my hands and knees, my bum high and proud, my mouth closing around the cock of a boy grinding himself on another boy's cock, he cums in my throat within seconds he is so aroused, but keeps riding the other boy as he cries out and whimpers in his lust, his movements keeping him fucking my throat.

"Piss." I gasp, coming up for a gulp of air and taking him in my throat once more. It only takes another few seconds before I feel the hot liquid hissing in my gullet and begin swallowing rhythmically, milking his bladder as I suck and swallow. Oh god, this is so perverse and so arousing.

"Me next? Please? Me next?"—it's Andrew, my favourite little fist-fucker. I think he's in love with me.

His small cock is rigid, his body trembling and his eyes wide. As soon as I am off the older boy's cock I take Andrew's into my mouth and suck him hard, his knees shaking so bad he almost crumples. He humps my face erratically and thrusts as deep as he can, thrusting into me as he quivers through his first orgasm of the orgy. As soon as he is done, he too releases his bladder and I drink his sweetness down. As I am swallowing, another older boy pushes himself deep into my bum and begins hammering into me like he wants to punish me, his voice almost feminine as he works himself into a frenzy. But it's not punishment, it's frantic bliss.

The fucking he's giving me feels so good that when I release Andrew I just enjoy being fucked, my eyes closed and my mouth hanging open. I have three orgasms before the boy cums inside me, and when I open my eyes I see Professor Alastor across the room. He is watching me, his cock fully erect, thicker and longer than I remember it.

But it's his lower belly that draws my eye; his belly is bulged like he is pregnant, there's a round pot from his cock to his belly button, the skin stretched tight over it. I feel a shiver run up my core—it's his seminal vessel engorged so tightly with cum it drips from the tip of his cock in thick clots.

He's saved his cum all week for tonight and his lustful gaze as he watches me I suspect that tonight might be MY graduation and that he is going to drown me in his cum like I asked.

I feel even wilder and needier, recalling Gaap telling me to 'give in to everything tonight, Bobbie', Willingson's 'Let it sweep you away', and Sprite's 'surrender your body'. The thrill and fear and arousal rushed through me like water through a pipe.

Oh god, let it be me.

I become wild; throating and taking every boy who will have me up my bum; my queerwig positively vibrating inside my skull so powerfully that my teeth chattered when I close my mouth; the knot at the root of my girl-cock tight and swollen like Alastor's belly. I feel savage, saturated with an animalistic lust that is so strong that when Andrew appears again before me and begs me to fuck him, I push him face down on the floor, lifting his bum high and gripping his hips tight as I fuck him so brutally that he cries then screams when he cums. I leave him whimpering and sobbing as he curls up into a ball, gasping; "… thank you … thank you …"

It feels like hours pass as I sink into a sexual delirium, I am feverish, dizzy, my peripheral vision blurred, the sounds the boys are making as they fuck or are fucked discordant like the soundtrack of a bad porn movie.

Twice more, Professor Sprite squeezes my neck high up where it meets my skull, and each time the buzzing of my queerwig intensifies and I shudder with an instant orgasm.

Somewhere in the blur of the orgy my tummy becomes so bloated and sour that I sick-up the piss and cum I'd swallowed, and desperately seek to refill myself. I am slick with sweat, my anus oily, loose and open, dripping mucus and cum, my burps reeking of urine, and I love it. I am slumped on the floor when I feel Andrew's fingers and hand slither into me followed by his thin arm until his shoulder is pressing my bumhole open. I am delirious with sexual bliss as he curls his arm and stirs my belly. I can feel him kissing my bum and love him for it.

When Andrew releases me, Professor Alastor finds me crawling across the filthy floor on my hands and knees toward another knot of boys, and when I see his bare feet before my eyes, I look up. He bares his teeth and reaches down to help me up. My hands are trembling when I raise them and are weak in his as he lifts me to my knees. I become aware that the moans and cries of the other boys are fading and looking around see they have all turned to watch me.

They know it's my time. Like I knew it was Chaz and the other boys who left this life in terrible, nightmarish bliss.

Alastor lets go of my hands and reaches down to pinch both my nipples, his strong fingers gripping them painfully tight, pulling me up by my tits, raising me so only my tiptoes touch the floor. Then he leads me to the centre of the room where someone had placed an inflatable kiddie-pool with a black wooden box inside it.

He turns me to face the pool and moves behind me as the other professors and the boys gather around to watch. Alastor pinches my nipples then slides his warm hand down my flanks to my hips, then across to press in against my belly. My tummy is still bloated with cum and piss I no longer try to hold it in—I have the slow sloping belly of a child from my crotch to my sternum, and when he palpates the tightness of it the sloshing inside me is loud in the room.

"This is going to consume you, Bobbie." he growls in my ear, pressing in with his fingers and making me burp, fluid rising up my gullet, filling my mouth, teasing me for what is to come. I swallow the sour mess back down as he lowers me to my knees, pushing me belly down over the black box. I look up and met the gaze of Andrew who is nestled between the thighs of Gaap who is playing with his rigid cock and massaging his throat. Once again, Andrew is wide-eyed and trembling. I smile at him, seeing the arousal in his eyes that I know is frightening him because he knows one day it will be his turn, hoping that my smile in the face of death will pull him away from the twenty-eight percent of boys who choose to leave Blackthorn and enter a joyless world. 'Join me' my smile says to him and when I see him shudder I knew he one day will. Gaap smiles and kisses him on one pale cheek and squeezes his throat.

Alastor stands behind me, lowering himself, his hard cock finding my gaped, oily anus and slides deep until I feel the tight bulge of his lower belly against my bum. He adjusts his position and his cock slides deeper.

It feels longer and thicker than the first time he fucked me, and I start breathing hard as I feel it open my rectal valves then straightens my twisted sigmoid colon until his cock's throbbing head is inside my descending colon pulled to the centre of my belly. I'm reminded of how Andrew's arm always felt inside me and my breath catches in my throat.

I feel his hands grip my narrow hips tight and Alastor starts to fuck me, slowly at first but gaining speed as my bowels become looser and slicker, and as he does I feel his cum begin to pulse into my bowels. I surrender myself to him, feeling the heady sexual rush and begin to moan and strain.

Oh god … oh sweet Jesus … this is going to be raw and brutal.

The sensation of being fucked by him and knowing it is my final fuck makes everything open up down there; I feel loose and hollow in my pelvic area, an empty vessel to be filled to bursting. The building pressure in my bowels is pressing down on my bladder, making me realize how full it is. The perverse realization that it is full because my body was processing all the fluids in my belly—all the piss and cum being absorbed and polluting my entire body.

Oh god, I'm such a slut.

Most times with the boys I would restrain myself, trying to sound soft and feminine, but there's no point in that now; I let my voice express what I'm feeling; straining, grunting, crying out loudly. This is my fuck of a lifetime, there's no point in being dainty. This is a time for raw emotion and wildness.

"Oh! Oh, yeah! Yeah!" I cry out my joy.

I press my bum upward to take him deeper, feeling my anus blossom thicker around his cock as I piss long and hard, farting wetly around his cock as it gushes cum inside me, my bowels plumping and the sound of his ejaculation loud in the room.

"Gunna cum again!" I cry out as I feel a desperate orgasm building fast inside me, the root of my girl-cock tight and quivering as the pressure builds in my bowels, his cum is gushing into me now, and leaking out of me around his cock to splash in the kiddie-pool. I feel the pressure build in my descending colon and just as it feels like it will burst I feel it breech and flow fast and hot across my transverse colon at the top of my belly. I push outward, opening my thighs wider, surrendering … no, WANTING what is about to happen.

I cry out loudly, straining, grunting, feeling the pressure growing immense in my distended belly. It's now pressing directly against my bloated, heavy stomach and I feel like my belly is going to explode. Alastor's cock pulses another huge gush of cum inside me and it bursts from my transverse colon into my ascending colon and snakes its was through my small intestines. The gorge rises fast in my gullet. I strain hard, cry out, then gutturally utter my final words in this life …

"Fuck yeah! … ohhhhhh …" and the rest are animal cries as I feel my belly bloating tighter, heavy with cum and the mess in my stomach.

I remember as a little boy watching older boys put Mentos in a two litre bottle of diet coke and twist the lid back on and scramble away. I watched the bottle foaming inside and swelling, losing its shape as it bloated. Then came the burst as the cap popped off like a rocket and the foaming diet coke spewed high into the air.

I feel like that diet coke bottle; swelling and about to burst. I feel the pressure rise fast in my stomach as liquid percolates in my gullet.

Oh god, it's going to happen!

My stomach can bear no more as it curls inside me, sending a rush of piss and cum gurgling up my throat and out my mouth and nose. The throbbing knot at the root of my girl-cock grips hard and I start cumming—it's a rolling orgasm that is relentless and will carry me through the last moments of my life and even into death. It comes in waves, rocking my body, camping my belly, cum and piss spewing up my gullet, making me sweat and stink as I ride the peaks of orgasm like an animal in heat.

Alastor is fucking me savagely, his cock plunging inside my belly, turning it to jelly and I swear I can feel him growing in length and swelling thicker. He is making deep sounds in his throat as he continues to pump his cum into me and the pressure of each gush pushes more up out of my stomach to be urped up into the kiddie pool. The burbling and gurgling in my belly is loud as my bowels curl and squirm inside me, active peristalsis trying to push him out of me, but constant gushes inside me every few seconds sends ripples through my body and swells me more.

Oh god, I'm so full … so bloated.

I remember my first time with him when he effortlessly ejaculated a quart inside me from a belly that was flat and tight, I can't imagine how much his bloated seminal vessel contains, but he's giving me all of it. My vision is blurred with tears from my out-of-control regurgitation, each convulsion a peak of orgasmic intensity, and I see everyone in the room is watching my sexual sacrifice to whatever dark god the professors worship. I see Andrew arching his back as Gaap masturbates him furiously, taking him from orgasm to orgasm, his hand wrapping Andrew's throat isn't tight; he's teasing him, showing him a new way to desperate pleasure. Every time Gaap squeezes his throat, Andrew's eyes roll up in his head and his toes curl as the root of his cock clenches in orgasm.

Other boys are fucking lazily, watching my final deep fuck as my belly grows larger and tighter, filling faster than I can sick it up. It's like an enema that never ends, plumping my guts and making me gurgle everything up violently.

Alastor's cock pistons inside my belly, plunging it deep and wet, gushing his cum that I can now feel flowing through my small intestines and refilling my stomach—the sweet pain of fluid being forced into my stomach from below making it convulse. Each pulse starts with his cock rapidly expanding in my rectum and sigmoid, then the head doing the same in my descending colon. Then comes the violent ejaculation as his hot cum surges inside me, sending its pressure wave in a violent pulse through thirty feet of bowel to bloat my stomach past its capacity.

Sicking it up is an orgasmic relief but following each heave the process starts again—pulse after pulse of cum, heave after wet heave. I can taste him now; his cum hot and spiced, earthy with hormones, and as slippery as oil. I am a flesh and blood conduit for Alastor's endless ejaculations and it's killing me.

I feel Professor Sprite's strong hand on the back of my neck and when he squeezes at the base of my skull my queerwig goes mad and sends me into raging spasms of orgasmic intensity as he strokes my back.

I start to feel tingles all through my body as my regurgitating orgasms roll on and Alastor pumps my bowels with cum so they ache and bloat so sweetly—he is filling me faster than I can shit and puke it out. I know the tingles are my body dying from lack of oxygen.

I thought I would be frightened in these final frantic seconds—afraid of death's cold fingers invading my body to take me from this world. But I feel only insatiable lust, wanting more, desperate in my uncontrollable heaving orgasms. I feel like I might burst open and pray I do.

Oh god … what a mess I would make.

He fucks me savagely, each thrust into my bowels violent, and then I hear him growling and god help me he starts to cum—to actually cum in my belly as he gives me his orgasm. This isn't the ejaculation I felt my first day in his office, nor the long gushes since he started fucking me tonight—this is an all-out orgasm and the flow of his thick heavy cum is constant and so hot I feel the skin of my belly flush red.

I feel the heat and taste the spice and pheromones of Alastor's cum as it rockets up my gullet to spew from my flaccid lips—the throb in my bowels like a rapid heartbeat, the liquid shockwave transiting my belly from ass to mouth, to be spewed out in the kiddie pool like a total body ejaculation.

This is the pinnacle of the lustful obsession of being fucked by an immortal demi-god filling me so full that his essence has saturated every cell of my body. I know the end is drawing close when time slows for me, and I wonder if it was the same for all the boys during their final graduation—time slowing mercifully for us to savour these last precious seconds of insane sexual bliss.

My belly is hot and bloated. My vision is darkening. The buzzing of my queerwig is drowning out the sexual sounds of the boys around me and the gushes and splashes from my bowels and stomach. That creature nested in my brain knows it is dying as well and is causing a riot of orgasmic sensations in me.

I don't know how much more it or I can endure as time slows further and Alastor's cum continues to pulse, sending shockwaves up through my core.

The sound of my heaving elongates and echoes in my ears and the wet rush in my belly becomes a tidal wave destroying everything in its path—this is it; my end is rushing toward me like a freight strain.

cumming … cumming and dying … feeling what so many on this earth will never feel …

The pressure is too much; my heart flutters, lurches with a deep, sweet ache, then stops beating.

… not yet … not yet … please hold me tight … never let me go …

But Alastor does let me go, his hands release my hips, his cock slipping wetly from my open anus as the cum continues to flow up my gullet and out my bum as everything around me and in me fades ...

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