“I asked you to come to the front for the demonstration, boy.” Magister Quintus spoke testily. He was talking now to Linhart. Why did these things keep happening to him?

  Though he hated to participate in the Magister’s cruel game, he knew that refusing the request would be validating his garbage attitude about Fighters. It would probably make Linhart look bad in the eyes of his fellow students, as well. He just hoped that he wouldn't get ughed at.

  The eyes of the other students were on him, as he took his pce on the stage right next to Giselle. Gods, she looked even hotter close up! She was tall, as tall as any one in the theater. Her long silver-blonde hair contrasted the burnished copper of her skin, and she was so... well-endowed! Her ample breasts hung like bells with nipples as plump as small grapes. Despite the red welts which were forming from the beating Quintus had just given them, her bare breasts looked so soft and squeezable.

  Turning and facing the stands, Linhart was looking into a sea of freshmen faces, most of them girls’, who were looking back in interest. A buzz of low conversation had risen. His keen ears picked up jokes about him and demonstrations that require a male and female body. While he looked out at the crowd, his eyes were drawn to Serapha.

  She was sitting forward, on the edge of her seat, with a look of distress on her face. He vowed to himself not to suffer the same humiliation that she had. His underwear would stay on.

  “Well, what are you waiting for?” Quintus hissed impatiently.

  What he was expected to do? The detestable man hadn't given any instruction yet. Linhart assumed he was waiting for him to remove his clothes. He pulled his vest over top of his head tossing it to the side. When he began to unbutton his shirt, Quintus pounced.

  “No, you stupid boy,” he sneered incredulously. “This is not a brothel. Don’t remove your shirt. Proper boys… pure boys… keep their chest covered at all times.”

  Linhart knew that comment was meant to embarrass him, but honestly he didn’t care if people thought he was impure. Hell, he would probably love working in a brothel, if the Academy had one. Did it?

  Looking at the man, he inquired loudly, “Magister Quintus, if boys cannot show their bodies in your css, then how are these girls supposed to learn about male anatomy?”

  A cheer rose up from girls across the room, and he heard many voices of agreement from the stands. Beside him, Giselle ughed, but Quintus looked taken aback.

  “There are books and magazines designed for that purpose.” He turned to the crowd and raised his voice as the students started calling out wild comments and questions. Some people had started making animal noises.

  “No, I don’t have any magazines here... I don’t know where you could buy them… Go study that at home, but I won’t have it here in my theater… You should be ashamed… Stop that racket!”

  Turning back to Linhart, “Now remove your pants and let’s get on with the demonstration.

  Linhart hesitated. He was getting used to having his bulge on dispy through the filter of his clothing. His uniform pants were quite loose fitting, showing off the size but not the shape of his erection. His underwear, on the other hand, was made from tight-fitted material that hugged him all the way to his shaft. Observers would not only see the shape of his rod through them, they could make out details. His face was turning red just thinking about standing in his underwear in front of this huge crowd.

  He leaned in and spoke in a low voice to the Magister, “I would prefer to demonstrate with them on, please.” He gestured to his crotch, “You see, my wiener is currently hard.”

  Quintus smiled and replied in an equally low voice, “Yes, I can see that. Trust me, that will not interfere with the demonstration. Now remove your pants.”

  Linhart took a breath, resigning himself to his fate. With his eyes fixed on the ground, he pulled them down and kicked them off. His bulge, suddenly freed, eagerly pointed forward in a tight sausage-shaped sleeve of material. A commotion went up around the room, as girls crowded forward to get a better look. Whispers buzzed among the girls and boys alike.

  “My name is Linhart, and I am a freshman Fighter.” he looked up once again. His eyes found Serapha, now squeezed into the front row. She looked shocked, her eyes were clearly fixed on his underwear. Was she thinking he's a pervert?

  “Now, now!” Quintus spoke loudly to be heard, “Remain seated and don’t bother looking too closely. Remember, having an erect penis is just as natural for a boy as having a wet vagina is for a girl.”

  There were sounds of agreement from students in all parts of the theater. A few students could be heard murmuring that the boy must be sexually excited to develop that type of erection. Magister Quintus barreled on with the demonstration, silencing any more questions.

  “We see now, the stark differences between girls and boys.” With his bamboo rod still in hand, Quintus began to pace back and forth in front of the two of them. He stopped in front of Giselle.

  “The female body, generally speaking, is strong and resilient. Though not always bigger in size, their strength stems from here.” His bamboo rod reached out and poked Giselle above her panty-line. She let out a little sound, probably expecting another attack.

  “From her womb,” he loudly procimed, then moved the pointer higher until it was poking deeply into the side of her boob. “As well as here, from her breasts, or more specifically from the mammary gnd within.”

  Linhart standing next to Giselle, took this chance to admire her voluptuous body from up close. His eyes were drawn to her long limbs and smooth curves. Her burnished skin was shiny, as if covered in sweat and her body was shaking a bit. The confident smile she had worn earlier was shattered, but she still had her eyes up and her back straight. Linhart was so drawn to this strong woman.

  “That is why, when healing a woman, it is important to focus on these two areas of the female body. Also, for you Strikers, attacks targeting here…” Whapp, whapp, “or here…” Whapp, Whapp! “...Are most effective.”

  He was once again beating her with the length of his bamboo rod. First across her crotch area twice, then up again to strike her across the ends of her breasts, one sh each.

  “Oow… Ooooowww!” She was obviously in pain, and a cut opened across her breasts, but she did not move from her position.

  “Remember that an average female can accept a great deal of punishment before their body succumbs to the pain. And now, how does a boy react to the same treatment?” He turned to Linhart now.

  “The male body is generally rger and heavier than that of a woman, though not in our volunteer’s case…” the Magister ughed at his own joke, “but his strength is derived from one pce, here.” The bamboo rod pushed up against his dick and Linhart flinched automatically.

  “The scrotum and penis. Though the boy’s energy level is lower, they generally dispy greater endurance than girls, not expelling their stamina as quickly. How does this affect their pain tolerance?”

  Without warning, the rod came down.

  Whapp! Linhart felt the stiff unyielding bamboo rod come down on his stiff rod.

  Quintus had attacked his penis!

  It took a moment for his body to register the white, hot pain that came shooting from his wounded knob. He colpsed to the floor, both his hands coming up to shield him there, but the damage was already done. Quintus continued to strike at his back, arms, and shoulders, saying, “You see, the boy has a very low threshold for pain.”

  Being unable to resist, Linhart turtled up in a protective stance. He was faintly aware of an outcry in the theater, but he couldn’t raise his head, couldn’t open his eyes. He was in such pain that the shouts and anger around him could not be understood.

  “Ooooooowww…” his loud groan of pain echoed across the theater. Was his magical dick bleeding? He felt like he was going to die.

  The assault sted only a few moments, though it felt much longer to Linhart. Students everywhere were on their feet protesting, yelling at the Magister to stop.

  As Quintus yielded, and Linhart’s senses started to return, a silence fell on the theater, and he felt a strong pair of arms close tenderly around him. It wasn’t until he was lifted gently off the floor that he realized who his savior was. It was Giselle. Still in her panties, she carried him off the stage like an injured child.

  Though these same students had ughed at Serpha’s humiliation, and consented to Giselle’s boob beating, an agitated energy was passing through the audience now. “You can’t hit a boy in the dick!” Giselle admonished the Magister as she carried him to the side of the stage. Students made space for them, and she sat with him in the first row. Some of them hovered nearby, offering help, but Giselle shooed them away.

  She eased him down across her long supple thighs, her right arm supported his neck, while her right hand was gently running up and down his body. He had her silver-blonde hair falling over his face, drowning him in her floral scent, and her generous boobs were hanging so close that they rubbed against his chin.

  Quintus seemed unconcerned with the commotion. He was now expining the difference in pain sensors and body reactions. Linhart mind was lost in a fog of pain and pleasant sensations. His dick was harder than ever, despite it's bruised and battered appearance. Giselle was caressing his body, rubbing his bare legs with her long fingers. Her boobs kept bumping into his face. Was that by accident?

  Without thinking, he reached out and pnted a gentle kiss on the girl’s delicious looking areo. Giselle responded immediately, “Hhhaaaaah!” A sharp intake of air through her teeth. Perhaps they were still in pain. He reached for the other, pulled it to his mouth and gave it a kiss as gently as a butterfly.

  Her mesmerizing boobs filled his vision. Bruised and swollen, they looked like proud beauties that had endured a battle. But this girl was just a freshman, he had to remind himself. How could she be so strong and resilient at such a young age?

  Blood was oozing out of the cut just above her left nipple. Linhart ran his tongue along the cut, licking it gently and soothingly. Her breasts were both soft and firm at once, and her body shivered and held him closer.

  “Oooooo… that feels so good.” She said forcefully, “Keep going. You’re taking away all the pain with your tongue.”

  Linhart’s hand crept over her well-defined stomach and down to her secret pce. His fingers slid into her panties, over her luscious hips, and grazed lightly over her pussy lips. She shuddered again.

  “Oh Linhart,” she cooed, "Are you going to soothe me down there too? What have I done to deserve such sweet service?” She pulled her head down to his and whispered, “Is that your girlfriend over there? She is watching me steal you away right now.”

  Linhart nodded. Afraid to ruin the moment of intimacy, he didn’t say a thing about Serapha, but continued to move his hands over her body and down her panties. He was still licking and peppering her delicious boobs with butterfly kisses. The feeling of pain in his groin was slowly being repced by the soft warmth of this awe-inspiring body.

  She had a mischievous look in her big brown eyes, then she opened her mouth and crooned in ecstasy, “Uuuughh.” His finger had gone just a bit further into her panties, and he felt it slide up into her wet pussy. His heart was racing, as her whole body quivered with pleasure.

  “Yeaaah, I’ve never had a boy touch me the way you are now… Keep rubbing me there!” Excitement had entered her voice.

  The rest of the css passed as though he were in a dream. He was slowly, gently petting her wounded breasts, while his finger pyed around in her tight young snatch. Students around them were watching and listening to the low sounds these two were making, but the Magister didn’t seem to notice having moved on from the demonstration to a long lecture on pain control and alleviation.

  At the end of css, as the other students were standing to leave, Linhart was vaguely aware of Serapha pulling at his arm aggressively.

  “He’s mine,” she said with fire in her eyes, “I have known him all my life. Give him back to me, you cow...”

  Giselle’s smiling, erotic face was so turned on by this point. She looked Serapha in the eye and replied, “I’m not done with him yet. You can have him again, when we're finished.”

  The look on Serapha’s face was one of pure hatred, but when she looked at him, her face immediately softened. Her small hands reached out hesitantly and began to stroke his dick through his underwear. “Linhart, does it hurt?... I am sorry for the pain you're enduring. I should have protected you better. I promise I’ll be your perfect girl tomorrow. Please give me another chance... Linhart?"

  Linhart paused. His licking and gentle teasing had made Giselle's nipples grow rounded and harder. He looked at Serapha with what he hoped was a charming smile, “Of course, I don’t bme you Sera. Let’s sit together again tomorrow, okay?”

  A smile spread over Serapha's face, like a ray of sunlight breaking through the dark clouds, but then Giselle spun Linhart's head back to her, forcing an engorged nipple back into Linhart's mouth, Serapha’s face grew dark once more, and she gave his dick a squeeze before releasing it.

  “I'll see you then, Linhart,” and then to Giselle she asserted, "You may have saved him today, cow-tits, but tomorrow he is in my care. Stay away." She turned and walked out of css, leaving Giselle and Linhart in their lovers' embrace.

  Linhart couldn't believe that shy little freshman Serapha had just said that. Giselle didn't look intimidated, but he guessed he would have to see what tomorrow brings. He was just wondering if Giselle was pnning on taking him somewhere private, when a tall boy came and interrupted their fun.

  Drystan was coming this way, and it looked like he wanted to talk.