The Catholic Finishing Academy Pt. 05

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********This is pure fantasy. All characters are 18+. This takes place at the fictional Our Blessed Redeemer Finishing Academy for Men in Mississippi for men age 19-22. This is a CFNM story revolving around the all male students and their all female staff where the students are required to remain nude. Please read parts one through four for context. Please leave feedback.**********

Duke wasn’t sure about this. The gangly 22 year old blond nerd stood in his birthday suit beside Hanks bed. The obese Hank said, “Come on. We aren’t gonna get caught.” He pointed up at the camera that pointed at his bed. Hank said, “The camera only points at the bed and desk to make sure we aren’t masturbating. As long as we stay in that corner,” he pointed at the corner of the room by the door, “we’ll be fine.”

Duke wasn’t sure. It was Sunday afternoon. They had just finished their required Sunday mass and as they left 22 year old Hank told Duke he had swiped a pack of cigarettes from his dad during the previous weeks parents weekend. Duke wasn’t sure. He knew they’d be in deep shit if they got caught, but Duke hadn’t had a smoke since summer when he was hanging out with friends on his birthday, so he agreed. Besides, the next day the humiliating sexual education seminars started, and he could use something to help him relax.

Hank and Duke stood so close together in the corner to hide from the camera that Dukes skinny belly and outie was scraping Hank’s hairy muffin top. Hank pulled the pack of Lucky Strike’s out of his bag and handed one to Duke. He pulled a pack of matches out of his bag and they both lit up. They said nothing as they smoked. They were both oddly excited as they smoked. Duke didn’t say anything as he noticed Hank’s penis had swelled and it was fat and stubby sticking out from his pubic hair and fat pad. Its fat mushroom head was full of blood.

Little did the young men know that the horny Sister Morgan was walking down the hall at the same time. Duke and Hank were smart, but not smart enough to not smoke right next to his dorm room door. Sister Morgan caught a whiff of smoke. Personally, she wasn’t opposed to smoking and, on occasion, was known to sneak a puff on a menthol. However, it was expressly forbidden in the student code of conduct which meant she had two students she was going to punish this evening.

Hank and Duke had just doused their first cigarette and were lighting a second when they gasped as the door to his dorm flew open and heard Sister Morgan snap “what are you two young men doing. Smoking cigarettes. How disgusting!”

Duke looked at Hank with a nervous expression. Of all people why did Sister Morgan have to catch them? Sister Morgan snatched the cigarettes from their mouths and snuffed them out on the floor. “Give me the pack!” She demanded. Hank shuffled over to his bag and pulled out the white and red pack. His ass cheeks had a small dusting of black hair which sprouted out of his crack and jiggled with his thighs as he walked. He handed the nun the pack and she tucked it in a pocket sewn into her robe. She grabbed both young men by the ear and began dragging them out into the hall saying, “we’ll see what Mother Corinna says about this and what a proper punishment will be.” It looked silly seeing Sister Morgan dragging two adults down the hallways by the ears. They winced from her pinching. Both of them had bright red faces, half from embarrassment and half from what they feared their punishments would be.

Duke watched in humiliation as they passed Justin and Lyle in the hall. They felt sorry for Duke, the two 19 year olds gave Duke a supportive look, but knew he was in for some sort of humiliating corporal punishment.

They rounded corner in the halls until they reached Mother Corinna’s office. Sister Morgan rasped her hand on the door. The stern headmistress opened the door and said, “What have we here sister? Brought some wayward students, have ya?” Her voice had a slight southern drawl.

Sister Morgan replied, “I caught these miscreants with cigarettes. Can you believe that?”

Mother Corinna shook her head, “You disgusting boys. At least it was that and not masturbation.” Both guys felt a stir at their crotch from the word. They hadn’t cum since their purity education session on Friday, so they had two days worth of sperm in the sperm factories between their legs.

Mother Corinna said, “but of course, a punishment is still required. A thorough session with the cane would likely curb their desire to smoke.”

Both men gulped. Duke begged, “please have mercy, mother. Hank talked me into it. They were his cigarettes.” Hank shot his friend a glare for selling him out. Sister Morgan released Dukes’ ear and gave his left ass cheek a sharp smack causing him to yelp. Sister Morgan snapped, “you’re both just as guilty.” She turned back to the reverend mother and said, “Mother Corinna, with permission maybe it is time we try out some of my brother’s punishment methods I’ve been suggesting.”

Mother Corinna seemed bursa escort thoughtful for a moment and then replied, “I agree sister. May I join you and observe?”

Sister Morgan replied, “Of course, reverend mother. May I suggest the locker room off the gymnasium. This will be easier with the rafters in the locker room and with the nylon rope I keep in the lockers.”

“Lead the way.” Mother Corinna instructed. Sister Morgan grabbed back onto Dukes ear and drug them back toward the gymnasium.

Hank’s stomach dropped out of nervousness of the punish they were gonna receive, and how could Duke be such a little bitch and sell him out?

Duke and Hank had never been in the locker room in their four years at the finishing academy, since the institution had banned clothing for the all male students two decades earlier the locker room had just been used for storage. It was painted white and had wire lockers you could see through. There was no ceiling with exposed rafters and ductwork.

Sister Morgan released their ear and said, “Alright, you miscreants stand in front of each other in humility position now.” Not wanting to endure a bigger punishment they quickly complied. Both of them had dicks that were retreating into their foreskin. Dukes normally fat swinging nuts had retracted in his wrinkled scrotum.

Sister Morgan went to a locker and retrieved two long strands of nylon rope and threw one of them at Mother Corinna saying, “Would you mind running that over one of the rafters and securing Hank’s wrists so his arms are up over his head please, reverend mother?”

Mother Corinna happily obliged. After throwing the ropes over the rafter she pulled it taught and secured Hank’s wrists, so his arms were now raised high over his head almost pulling him up onto his tip toes.

Like this?” Mother Corinna asked. Sister Morgan finished doing the same to Duke and replied, “perfect, reverend mother.” They stepped back to admire their handy work. Both men were now straining from being pulled upward nearly being on tip toes. Their hairy armpits were on full display. Hanks pits had dark curly hair while Dukes pits had wiry blond strands. Sister Morgan enjoyed catching the whiffs of musk coming off of their pits when she walked past. Under her robes her panties were soaked with pussy juice as she looked at their immobile states.

Morgan explained, “Gentleman, my brother Alister is the punishment officer at the Prodigal Sons Reformatory, (**check out my Reformatory Series**) and I am about to use some of his more creative punishment methods on you. I’m positive we can ensure you will never smoke again after this evening.”

Hank wavered. He assumed this would not be fun, “can we maybe just get a spanking?” Sister Morgan said, “Absolutely not, young man. We are going to use more in-depth punishment methods to ensure this doesn’t happen again.”

Sister Morgan went to another locker pulled out her box of purity bulbs and lube. She said, “These are special bulbs I ordered from our supplier specifically for young men who need extra purity training.” Dukes mouth fell open as he saw the massive bulb sister Morgan held in the air. It was twice the size of the regular purity bulbs. He didn’t think his asshole could take it. Mother Corinna said, “Oh sister, that’s awfully big isn’t it.”

Sister Morgan approached Hank’s backside and answered, “Not too big though. These men won’t like what it feels like going in, but believe me, their buttholes can take it.” She smacked her hand in between Hank’s thighs and said, “Legs apart boy so I can spread these cheeks open.” Hank looked like a fat duck trying to waddle back and forth spreading his legs. “Let me help you.” Mother Corinna said as she came up next to Hank and pried his hairy cheeks apart. Sprouting out of his fragrant crack was a line of black hairs that ended encircling his puckered pink hole.

Hank begged, “Please sister. It’s gonna be too big.” Sister Morgan smacked his thigh saying, “No it isn’t young man. Now stop clenching. It is going in all the way whether you want it to or not.” Sister Morgan began shoving the massive bulb into Hank’s ass. Duke watched as Hank’s mouth fell open as he moaned, “Oh no….. it’s….. it’s too big.” Hank’s asshole burned. It was stretched wider than it had ever been before. Duke felt like he was going to start peeing in the floor as he watched Hank’s struggle, knowing his own super-sized purity bulb was about to be jammed in his anus.

With a grunt from Hank the bulb was fully inserted, his starfish clamping down tightly on the arm of the plug. A look of relief went over Hank’s face. Sweat ran down his arms through the hair on his pits.

Morgan and Corinna approached Duke next. Duke accepted his fate and scooted his legs apart. Mother Corinna spread the skinny nerds two pale fleshy cheeks open to reveal his tight pink hole. As Sister Morgan began pushing Duke began grunting loudly. Hank could see Dukes eyes were wide and his thighs were shaking. bursa escort bayan His already long 5-inch flaccid cock jiggled as he quaked. His outie bellybutton had a string of sweat glistening as it ran down his wispy happy trail into his pubes. Duke’s asshole ached. Duke wondered if, after this, his hole would be able to close again. Luckily as soon his asshole stretched around the widest part of the bulb, he felt his hole snap shut, gobbling the bulb up to the bar at the small plate at the base that stopped him from just swallowing the bulb all the way in his colon.

With a few taps on her laptop Hank and Duke locked eyes as they felt the massive bulbs in their butts warm and start tingling. They felt the normal rush in their scrotums up into their shafts as it sent pleasure pulses into their prostates. In no time Mother Corinna was looking at two throbbing erections. She had never watched a purity education session and seeing the mens excited states was a shock. They both looked so different. Hank’s stubby chubby dick wasn’t even five inches long while Duke’s penis doubled the length of his. The eight inches between his legs stood straight out, his uncut foreskin was stretched back but still covered the purple of his crown.

Both men were moaning. They couldn’t help it. The bulbs were keeping them right at the cusp up cumming, but it just wouldn’t let them. Sister Morgan reached in her robes and pulled out the pack of Lucky Strikes and said, “alright I believe there are twenty in each pack so if my math is right you each have eight more to smoke so let’s get started.” She pulled a long lighter like one you use for candles out of one of the lockers. She approached each young man, stuck a cigarette in their mouth, and lit them.

They both puffed away until one finished. Sister Morgan pulled the cigarette out their mouth and replaced it with a fresh one. By the time they were done both of them had faces that were turning green. Duke felt sick and swore to himself he’d never smoke again. Hank felt nauseous. The hum and warmth coming off the bulbs pressing on their prostates was still intoxicating. In the thirty minutes it took them to finish the pack of cigarettes their penis’s stayed standing at attention. Mother Corinna was beside herself watching the fiercely erect penis’s in front of her. Duke had a constant string of drool hanging off his piss slit that was creating a gross clear puddle between his legs. Hank on the other hand only had a moist spot on his dick tip.

Sister Morgan looked down at Dukes puddle and shook her head, “Even after all those cigarettes you can’t help but make a huge puddle in the floor.”

Duke hated it when Sister Morgan brought up how much precum he produced. He spluttered, “sis…. Sister, I can’t help it. It’s the bulb.”

“We won’t smoke again.” Hank swore. He was desperate for the bulb to be turned off and the edging to stop.

“I think tonight we leave you with epididymal hypertension as part of your punishment.” Sister Morgan said.

Hank stuttered, “What….. what’s that?” Sister Morgan replied, “I believe you gross young men like to call it blue balls.”

Duke moaned, “No…. Please, sister, let us ejaculate.” The bulb was edging him so much he’d offer to be placed in a chastity cage for the next five years if he would be allowed to ejaculate right now.

Mother Corinna looked aghast, “what a desperate thing to say.”

Sister Morgan replied, “yes reverend mother. It is unfortunate, but most of these young men are totally controlled by the organ between their legs.” With a few taps on her laptop Hank and Duke felt the horror of the bulb’s tingling stop and the warm feeling on his prostate disappear.

“No.” Duke spluttered.

Sister Morgan said, “now gentleman push those bulbs out.”

Duke and Hank both spread their legs and began pushing. Mother Corinna watched the strain on both young man’s faces. Duke felt like he was trying to push a cannon ball out of his anus. Hank felt like it was the biggest shit of his life he was trying to force out. With a gasp Hank felt his body eject the bulb and heard it clatter to the floor. Mother Corinna looked away in disgust when she saw the bulb was smeared with shit.

Duke moaned, “sister…. Sister, it’s too big. It won’t come out.”

Sister Morgan exhaled as though Duke was annoying her. She went up behind him and grabbed the plate at the end of the bulb and said, “alright young man. Start pushing while I pull.” Duke was humiliated but he was desperate to expel the extra large purity bulb and when he felt sister Morgan begin tugging he starting pushing with all his might. Hank saw Duke bare his teeth and with a loud moan the bulb popped out of his grossly overstretched anus followed by a loud fart.

“my goodness. How rude!” Mother Corinna snapped. In her hand Sister Morgan held the bulb by the plate at the end of the bar, taking care not to touch the shit covered bulb.

Sister Morgan escort bayan gave Duke’s ass cheek a sharp smack sending him jumping. His still erect 8-inch dong jumped, almost smacking his belly. Sister Morgan reprimanded him, “how dare you do something so disgusting. Apologize to the reverend mother right now.”

Duke glanced his eyes at the glaring headmistress and said, “I’m sorry, reverend mother.”

Sister Morgan threw the crap covered bulbs into one of the wash basins in the corona of the Locke room and said, “It seems by the look of those bulbs that your colons are just as dirty as though cigarette smelling mouths. I think enemas are in order reverend mother.”

Hank’s eyes grew wide. He’d never had an enema before. Duke was no stranger to the red enema bag and snaking hose. Just the weekend before his step-uncle Robert had shoved the enema hose into his ass as well as Justin and Lyle’s rectums at family weekend (**Check out The Catholic Finishing Academy Pt 4**).

Sister Morgan and Mother Corinna disappeared from the locker room for what fell like an eternity and returned with two massive, bloated bags with hoses hanging off them. Duke thought he was gonna begin pissing in the floor again as he saw the size of the bags. They were double the size of the regular enema bags and they were totally full.

In a blur Mother Corinna and Sister Morgan shoved the nozzles in Hank and Duke’s now numb anus’s. They hung the bags high on the light fixtures. With a flick of the clip the water began rushing in. Hank begged, “please sister, this is humiliating. Please turn it off.” Hank felt the water flooding his colon. It almost felt good at first, that is until he began feeling uncomfortably full. Glancing up at the bag he shuddered as he realized he still had three quarters of the bag left. Looking across from him he saw that Duke’s thin body had an already visibly distended stomach.

Duke began moaning, “Please. I’m so full. Please turn it off.”

Sister Morgan shook her head as Mother Corinna looked at the young’s man’s bloating belly. Morgan said, “No, young man. This will be a thorough enema. Judging by the amount of fecal matter on the purity bulbs you absolutely need this.” She reached out and rubbed a hand over Duke’s expanding gut, running her hand over his outie and down his blond happy trail.

The water continued gushing in without signs of slowing.

Even Hanks fat belly showed signs of growing. He was quietly moaning. Dukes face was turning green. He’d never felt so full. His stomach was pushed outward and his gut was tight as a drum.

As the bags trickled empty both men felt like they were about to burst. “Please, let me use the toilet!” Duke blurted.

“Please!” Hank moaned.

Mother Corinna and Sister Morgan left the tubes snaking up into the asses. Both women noticed that both of the men now had throbbing erections. It was probably because of the excitement of the enemas and their urgent need for the toilets that were just behind them in the locker room. The headmistress worked on untying Hanks arms from their position raised over his head while Sister Morgan worked to untie Duke. As soon as his arms were released his hands flew to cradle his belly that now looked like he was several months pregnant. He groaned as a wave of cramps shot through his gut making him feel like he was gonna shit right there in the floor. This was ten times worse than any enema he’d ever had before. His puckered starfish was clamped down hard on the enema tube.

Mother Corinna and Sister Morgan took their places behind Hank and Duke. Sister Morgan warned, “do not loose control until you get to the toilets. If anyone makes a mess in this floor you will be getting fifty with the cane.” The young men nodded, and Hank begged, “PLEASE HURRY!”

With a pop the hose left their asses. Duke began going as fast as he could without shitting himself to get to the toilets. He waddled quickly. No matter how hard he tried a small trickle of water was snaking out his asshole and through his crack hair running down his leg. He lost control as he began crouching on the toilet. The water shot out of his ass with the pressure of a firehouse followed by the loud splats of turds hitting the water. With a loud wet fart Duke heard Hank make it to the toilet beside him. Both Mother Corinna and Sister Morgan watched the boys on the toilets as the smell began filling the locker room.

Duke looked down as he realized he was hard. He was so desperate for the enema to stop he never realized he’d gotten a boner. It stuck straight out over the toilet seat, too hard for Duke to get to tuck into the toilet.

After what felt like an eternity the men were finally empty. They both gasped as residual cramps rolled through their guts. Duke looked at his gut which had returned to normal size and his dick was deflating.

Sister Morgan said, “I hope you young men have learned your lesson and understand that smoking will not be tolerated in this institution.”

Hank nodded, “yes ma’am. I do.”

Duke agreed, “yes ma’am. We will never smoke again.”

Sister Morgan said, “Good. Now young men get yourselves cleaned up and get to your dorms. Remember, tomorrow is sex ed seminar day and you do not want to be late. I assume as seniors you know what tomorrow will entail?”

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