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 Summary: Some teens are used for educational purposes, but they need to be
broken in first.

   CFNM

   (author email: akane01 AT yahoo.com)

   (I enjoy talking to readers!)
Note: This story is a fantasy for adults only.  The author utterly

   condemns any form of actual abuse - physical, sexual, psychological and
emotional - to any person of any age.

   CFNM Education Model

   It took 10 years of fighting to get the ordnance passed.  Repeat
juvenile delinquents were common and indeed there was a constant pool of
young people who were always available for selection.  With the board of
education requiring basic and advanced sexual instruction and anatomical
education, to combat health problems among our youth, I realized a way to
bring the message hard to the students.

   As the biology and anatomy teacher for the entire district, that is, as
the one who supervises the instruction of this field for the entire
district, it was my job to handle instructing sex and advanced anatomy. 
So, this new ordnance offered the greatest tool yet: Actual, living models
for teaching.  I would be the sole authority to select models.

   At the detention center, I met 50 teenage boys.  They had taken directly
from the showers, before having a chance to dry and dress, to the
auditorium.  There the warden told them of my project and that I would be
selecting models.  Then, I took the lectern and told the crowd of naked
bodies before me: "If you are underweight or over weight, you are allowed
to leave." I explained the weights and heights I would accept.  With the
boys of the proper height and weight range set, including a minimum height
of 5'10 and maximum height of 6'1", and a minimum weight of 140lbs, there
were now only 20 standing before me.  I rejected any who had tattoos, and
lost 5 more.  Then, I rejected those with any STDs or skin conditions,
another 5 left.  With the ten I had, I could inspect them closely.

   All were muscular; very helpful for discussing muscle groups.

   I quickly had them line up before me, from right to left, asking them to
arrange themselves according to penis size.  They were clearly
uncomfortable, standing before a 30 year old woman--and an attractive one I
am!  I knew that for some of my classes, large flaccid size and large
testicles would be best--I selected the biggest.  Then, I commanded them to
obtain erections.  This took a long time.  Some were stroking for a minute
before becoming erect, but a few were stubborn and couldn't be erect.  As
an anatomy expert, I knew that by pressing hard in a few pressure points
around the pelvis they would be erect within seconds.  One by one, I
pressed each one until they had erections.  This time, I picked the largest
and the smallest sizes.

   I thanked the warden.  "According to the program, we are not to know
their names.  I'll call each one, two, and three.  So, if you would, brand
their numbers into their shoulders."

   The boys all looked to each other, the two still erect, and wondered
what I meant by branding.  Well, it meant tying them down and burning a
small number into their skin above their hearts.  They screamed from this
(though I noticed that Two had a growing erection from this), but it was
merely a surface damage to otherwise perfect bodies.

   They were given one piece suits to wear and no shoes.  After
handcuffing, they were led to the van and driven to the new detention cells
at my office.

   When we arrived, my assistant Kelsey and our secretary Adrianna readied
the cells.

   "Kelsey, will you have them undress and bring them to my lab, one at a
time?  I want to take some measurements."

   Kelsey's face lit up and she smiled, "sure!"

   Kelsey ran along and told One to remove his suit and follow her to the
lab.  He complied without a word and clearly in some state of shock.  One
stepped into my lab.  I had a bed to tie them down on and I quickly had One
resting back.  Kelsey helped me tie the leather straps around his ankles
and wrists.  "Do we need the waist strap?"

   "No, I don't think he's going to fight.  You'll be a good boy, right?" I
smiled warmly at him and run my hand through his hair.  He simply looked at
me.  Certainly he could feel the dozen other straps underneath his back and
legs, which could be used easily to keep him completely in place.  I knew
he would be good.

   "Kelsey, can you take his weight and height from the table?  I will
explain how he will spend the remainder of his four month sentence.  He's
17, caucasian, blond hair, blue eyes.  One, I am going to take some
measurements of your reproductive...capacities...so I know what you can do
every day.  It may be uncomfortable, but only if you feel severe pain
should you let me know.  Understand?"

   He nodded.  "Good!" I slipped on latex gloves and brought a latex band,
used for injections, and tied it tightly around the base of his penis.  I
pressed his pelvis and he got an erection--the band would make sure he
didn't lose it.  I measured his erection, it was 8.5".  "That's remarkable!
Such a rare, large size!" I couldn't contain my excitement, this would be a
great educational tool and indeed fun to utilize.

   "Kelsey, just so you know, if you place a band or ring around their
penises, they can only be left on up to 4 hours.  More than that may be
fatal." Kelsey nodded, though her eyes were fixed on the massive erection.
I admit, I have never seen one so large either and it was difficult not to
stare.  He was clearly uncomfortable, if not in a bit of pain, from the
tightness of the band.

   "4 hours?" I finally asked, fear in his voice.

   "It's ok, honey, I can't imagine when we'd leave it on you for so long."

   "I can stay...I can keep..." he swallowed "...erect...without the band,
if you want, miss...."

   "Sandra, Miss Sandra."

   "Miss Sandra.  Please take it off?  It hurts...I promise I will keep it
hard if that's what you want."

   "I'm sorry, honey, we need to do some things to find the rest of your
capacities.  In the future, I'm sure you'll keep it hard for me when I need
you to."

   "I will have to...be hard for you in the future?"

   "Oh yes, quite often each day."

   He was quiet then.  I slipped a special condom around his erect penis,
the end had a nozzle where I had a quick snapping tube connected to a pump.
Out of One's view, I lubricated my fingers and an small bulb with a wand on
the end, which was plugged into the wall.  It would send electrical
impulses through human tissue, once the massage failed.

   I quickly slipped my fingers into his anus, and he screamed.  I quickly
started pressing and milking his prostate.  Semen immediately started to
pump out.  He was bucking against his straps.

   "One, I need you to remain still..."

   "Miss Sandra...fuck it hurts, it is uncomfortable...are you almost
done?"

   "Not yet, you still have semen...just relax."

   One closed his eyes and breathes heavily.  Kelsey's mouth was open as
she watched.  Nearly twenty minutes passed before semen stopped trickling
out.  I removed my fingers.

   "Oh fucking shit...thank god..." One sighed.  I inserted the bulb before
he had a chance to tighten back up.  The bulb was slightly thicker than my
fingers.  He screamed as I jammed it inside him.

   "You're going to feel some shocks." I pressed the pulse button, and
immediately semen flowed out faster yet.  He started screaming so loud my
ears hurt!

   "Kelsey, will you gag him, please?"

   Kelsey ran over with a leather band, and tied it over his mouth,
muffling his cries.  After a few minutes, the pain must have subsided.  He
only grunted when I pressed the pulse button.  Finally, after nearly an
hour total, he was dry.  "50cc's...impressive." I showed him the vial of
his cum.

   Kelsey untied his gag and he looked up at me.

   "Men usually ejaculate 10cc's or less when they come.  You can do it
five times in a row, if you wanted.  And your penis is in the 95th
percentile of size."

   "This is...one of the worst things ever..." He laid his head back, sweat
covered his body, his hard penis still throbbing.

   "I know, honey, this was the worst part.  I know I can use you for a
full day.  We'll also study your semen for other characteristics.  The next
months will be an easier routine, I promise.  Nothing like this again. 
Now, let's get you back--I think you'll enjoy the amenities and privileges
in your cell."

   "Ok...will you at least tell me if you're going to do anything else
terrible to me?  I want to know, even though I know I cannot stop it.  I
will do whatever you tell me to..."

   "I promise.  And I know you'll do as I say."

   "What will I have to do, exactly?"

   "You will see, but nothing painful like this was."

   I untied his penis, and immediately it deflated.  Kelsey and I untied
him.  He immediately covered himself with his hands, his flaccid though
pulsing penis showing through his fingers.  We walked past Adrianna who
stared at the exhausted boy.

   He immediately reached for his suit and turned from us.

   "Are you uncomfortable being naked around us, One?"

   "Yes, wouldn't you be?"

   "I suppose I would, but it would be best for you to learn to be
comfortable with being naked.  Hand me your suit."

   He stared for a moment and then began to remove it.

   "You will need to remain nude...it will make it easier for you."

   He sat on his bed, making no attempt to cover himself.  His penis was
erect again.  He was clearly humiliated.

   "What is wrong?"

   "I don't know why it is hard...it hurts.  I feel...aroused but I know I
couldn't possibly cum and it hurts."

   I knealed down in front of him and spread his knees.  His massive
erection pointed to my face, I could smell the semen still.  With my
ungloved hands, I gently covered and held it and looked at his face.

   "Yes, it will need to heal after what we did, and so will your prostate.
You'll have frequent erections tonight, but it will quickly heal.  Don't
try to masturbate..."

   "Never, not with her watching!" He looked to Adrianna's desk.

   I giggled, "of course, but you may feel arousal from what we did--you
didn't orgasm from it but your body has learned to expect it...and it
didn't get that.  The arousal will pass when you can masturbate next."

   He laid back, allowing us to look at his body spread out and his
uncontrollable erection point to the ceiling.  I let go and closed the
plexiglass door.

   The other two underwent similar treatment.  Three was much the same as
One, and I left him nude in his cell.  Two was different.  He didn't scream
as loud, his erection was slightly larger than One's and produced more
semen.  He also appeared to orgasm during the treatment.  I found it
curious enough to ask him if he enjoyed it.

   "No...I didn't enjoy it...well, my body did maybe.  I...can't help it,
I'm sorry, Miss Sandra."

   "No!  Don't be sorry, dear, it is ok.  I was just curious if
pain...aroused you."

   "It does.  I can't help it.  I can't...it just happens."

   I suspected that the leather strap around his penis was unnecessary. 
And he seemed almost disappointed to have it removed.  He didn't try to
cover himself.  I could tell that we would be even more compliant than the
other two--who were already behaving very well and following all
directions. I allowed him to keep his suit, which he didn't put on until
after we left.

   Three was much shorter, only 4" erect, and produced only 13cc's of
semen--despite an extra twenty minutes of eletricity.