Chapter 820 My Private Fuck School:>Ep8

• With that, he had me bundle up my clothes to put away in my room and guided me from his office with his hand firmly gripping my ass cheek. With a swift spank on my ass, he sent me on my way. I walked through the hallways with my head down as I felt my cum leaking out of my codpiece and just hoped I could walk smoothly enough to not leak any more out. I briefly wondered if his instructions of not cleaning myself unless I found someone to do it for me was a true order that he might check on and if it applied to me not being able to wash it off even in the shower. Considering everything else I had learned about this place and experienced, I decided that it was a better choice to take Father Bobby's instructions as an order.
• I sighed quietly as I felt myself blush as I passed other students in the hallway. I never heard any snide or hurtful comments, which I had expected considering my past, but I was still embarrassed at my lack of clothes and the cum soaked and leaking jockstrap. I felt extreme relief and comfort when I heard Tim call my name. I looked up with obvious relief as he approached me with three other students. I wondered if these were his tennis partners and which pair had given the others their prize blowjobs.
• Tim smiled casually as he walked up to me and nodded understandingly as he asked when my uniforms would arrive. After I said not for two more days, one of the other students stated that they probably had them already but that the priests just really enjoy making the new kids walk around with their ass cheeks exposed and puckered assholes ready for a good fucking. The other three laughed and agreed with this. But Tim saw my current state and put his arm around my shoulder as he said comfortingly, "Come with me. Let's go guys. Help me clean him up. You know how Father Bobby operates."