Top of the Class: Ep. 01

Top of the Class is an ongoing story with chapters uploaded once per week. Each episode is about 3-4 chapters, with a plan for about 10 episodes, so this'll be ongoing for a while.

This part includes:

Cis male-male sex, mild ballbusting, chastity.

List of everything in this series:

Chastity,

Forced feminization,

Crossdressing,

90% cis-man on cis-man stuff,

5% cis-woman on cis-man (femdom)

5% some trans men and women in the mix, gotta keep y'all guessing.

**Episode 1 Chapter 1**

"And that's your assignment," Darian says, hands in his pockets, a smirk on his face as he watches everyone on the bleachers stare in a mix of shock and excitement.

"You've got thirty minutes," Marion adds, standing next to her counterpart. "So you best get busy."

Me and the other contestants move immediately, the gymnasium a riot of salacious whispers, the camera and crew moving up, ready to capture the action.

"-that's certainly a way to start a season-"

"-no introductions, just straight to-"

"-would we just just end up with three each? All trade one for one?"

I have to be fast. I cut through the crowd, twelve people all playing to win, but I had the advantage. I know one of them. What he does and doesn't do. Ten people are trying to score, but only nine would be trading.

And if competition is going to be fierce, I'd make sure I was giving no advantage to my main competitors.

I had spotted my prey before the cameras started rolling, and now I'm going to put on some of my classic charm and catch him.

Mascara on his eyelashes, a shirt that exposed a bit of tan midriff, hair long, straight, and shiny- here was a man who wasn't aiming for the same goal I was.

"Want to trade? I'll go first," I say.

He eyes me, his black irises are dazzling, there's some reaction in his tight pants. "I can work with that," he says, his voice warmer and deeper than I would have guessed. "Behind the bleachers?"

But I don't have time to go behind the bleachers. I come to my knees in front of him, noticing the tight skin of his body, the lines of musculature that point a trail towards his manhood. I reach up to his waistband, and he undoes his belt. Together we get his pants off- his dick popping free with so much force I have to duck it.

The hosts are politely burying a laugh, the other contestants are dead quiet, and I'm breathing on the dick of a man I don't even know the name of. It's long and thin like its owner, the head a glistening brown against his warm, tan skin.

Well. Time's ticking.

I plunge it into my mouth. He runs his fingers through my hair, groans pleasure. I bob my head forwards and back, eyes closed, feeling the inches of his shaft passing over my tongue, between my lips. I take it out to kiss the head, then grip it tightly, stroke it as fast as I can.

"-easy-" he says, but I can't go easy, I want to win. I keep stroking, keep kissing, keep licking, grip it tighter- and he grabs my wrist.

"I said ease up," he scolds, and holds my wrist tight above my head. I stare at him, struggle with his grip a bit, but there's no time for a power play- the other contestants were going to realize soon, and I had to get my advantage first.

I continue on, with no hands, beginning to taste sweet precum on my tongue, getting closer to my victory. He releases his hold on my wrists and runs his fingers through my hair once more, firmly gripping the back of my head, guiding me to a steady rhythm but leaving me in control of the depth. It's taking longer than I want, and he keeps slowing me down. I don't know what to do with my hands except to leave them on his knees, splayed out on either side of me.

The bleachers were filling with the sounds of other people coupling up, some taking the stairs down, finding more secluded areas- though nothing was secluded from the cameras.

He shifts. His breath catches. And as I try to pull my head up he tries to keep it where it is, resulting in the first spurting of semen landing at the back of my throat, the next on my tongue, and the last on my lips and chin.

I choke on it, it's everywhere, it fills my mouth. Before he can do or say anything I clamber out from between his knees and race for the nearby water fountain, to spit out what he'd given me and rinse out my mouth, rinse off my face.

I stare at my fuzzy reflection in the metal of the fountain. I just sucked a dick in front of nine competitors, two hosts, and the cameras, and I did it fast, and I did not enjoy it much.

Well.

At least I'm winning.

And speaking of, it's my turn to collect, and the prospect of that man with his piercing black eyes staring up at me certainly puts a pep in my step as I return to the bleachers.

Only, he isn't there.

The bleachers are empty- except behind them where two contestants were side by side getting sucked off by a very eager young black man, the one who had already been reprimanded once for taking too many selfies on site.

In the center of the gymnasium the hosts chat idly. I approach them.

"You certainly got things started," Darian said.

"Yeah. Um. Did you see where he went- we were supposed to trade and he just vanished."

Darian looks at Marion. She twists her mouth to suppress a laugh.

"Wait."

"Yeah, that's the game."

"No, come one- we had a deal- he can't break a deal, right?"

The woman straightens her face with great effort, and asks: "Would it make for good TV if he couldn't?"

I lock my eyes on her. Think it all over for a second. "Oh goddamnit," I say, and then I bolt from the gymnasium. I was going to find that rat. How was I going to get my revenge for this? Oh, I know, I'm going to ruin his makeup.

My frantic dash takes me past a science room with a far-too-anatomical doll and a computer lab full of VR goggles and a teacher break room that's become the crew break room. I poke my head in.

A woman looks up at me, wearing an embroidered polo shirt that reads Regular Lock Company, boots up on a desk, already out of patience.

"Do you know where that guy with the eye liner and all is at?"

She takes a long drag from a travel mug of coffee, then glances up at me again, apparently hoping I might have been discouraged. She'd learn, eventually, that that didn't happen. With a motion that looks as though it's taking every last bit of energy in her body she turns her head to the screens, gives a quick scan of the cameras, and makes a lethargic turn back. "Kai is in the boys' change room. In the showers."

"Thanks," I say, and dart out of the doorway, then turn back and stare through it again. Her gaze hasn't moved from the door. She cocks her eyebrow.

"What's your name?" I ask her.

"Amelia," she drawls.

"I'm Emerson. M.C. to my friends."

"You can just close that door for me, Emerson, thanks."

I smile at her and close the door.

Boys change room, then. What would I say? How would I make him honor our deal? He doesn't want to make an enemy of me, not this soon in the game. That'll be all it takes, surely.

"Hey," someone says. Not just someone- the tall dark and awkward figure at the corner was Cooper. "Don't I know you-"

"Yep."

"From that three way with-"

"That's me."

"M.C. right?"

"The one and only."

"Small world."

"For however long that lasts," I say. "I just got played and I'm betting you aren't even participating in the challenge-"

"Uh," he stutters, staring nervously back over his shoulder. "I'm doing half of it."

"And how's that going?"

"I have one point."

"How even- are you scamming people too?"

"No, he was offering freebies."

"Where was this?"

"Behind the bleachers. Named Tracy, I think?"

"Okay, that's one free point at least, I still gotta track down this eye liner asshole," I say. "I figure three points is pretty good- better than average if we're all doing three and you're not doing any."

"Well, good luck."

"Yeah- hey- I know we're both going for the crown, but at least for the first half- truce? I need at least one person I can trust in this."

He smirks. He has a good face for smirking with. "Truce," he agrees. "You look like you gotta run so-"

"Yep! Bye!" I say, and rush past him. Can't get distracted with boys right now, I've got to win.

I stand at the threshold of the change room, and hear the loudest, wettest, sloppiest blowjob I've ever heard in my life- And the sound of Kai was eagerly telling someone "god you're so much better than the last guy."

Rude. I teetered on the brink, then decided against barging in and interrupting. No need to make two enemies, I'd catch him alone later. I went back towards the gymnasium.

"Hey, two for one?" somebody asked, at the door. He was a tall, thin man with a patchy beard, a crunchy voice, and a set of dazzling blue eyes. To his right and a little behind him was a round and jolly man who smiled a polite businessman's smile and let his counterpart do the talking.

"Two for one?" I ask, incredulous.

"Yeah," he chuckles, "Some people are going to be lucky to win a single point, so you score us each one to compensate."

"I'm doing just fine, thank you."

"Hey, What happened to mister eager, before?"

"It's called winning, sweethearts, try it sometime," I say, and push between them, to the gymnasium.

Behind the bleachers someone was doing up their pants and making a hasty retreat, as if the guy with cum on his face might get up and chase him. But no, the one on his knees just turned to look at me instead. Dressed in his war paint, as it were, I felt a little off guard.

"One for one?" I ask.

"I've seen how you suck dick."

Ouch.

"Still, I'm more interested in making friends than points," he says. "And who knows, maybe you'll learn a thing or two."

"It's not my primary skillset."

"God, I hope not," he says, looking a little shellshocked at the notion. "What's your name?"

"M.C. to my friends."

"Tracy," he says, lingering on the last syllable to show off his tongue piercing. He's a little rounder than most of the tv-hot contestants, enough to make his belly fold as he kneels, and his face and body look soft. His dark skin reminds me of videos I'd seen of pottery masters turning rich brown clay into tea pots, only his face was a whole different work of art.

I step closer, he readjusts his place on the ground, and then pulls down my fly and fishes out my dick with an effortlessness that tells me he's very practiced at this. His hands are warm, his skin soft, his grip feather light, as he slowly strokes me to my full stature. He keeps his eyes on me as he touches the tip to his lips, gives tantalizing kisses, one by one by one, up and down my length. He holds my cock up to his cheek, rubbing it in the cum of another man, and smiles at me.

He's making it look fun.

He opens his mouth and slaps my dick on his waiting tongue- Warm and wet, the piercing feels burning hot and pleasant as it slides beneath the head of my cock.

He looks me in the eyes, then closes them and sinks my dick down his throat with aggression. He holds it there, the muscles of his throat constricting, squeezing, pulling down, his tongue still moving, stretching out of his mouth to play with my balls. He opens his eyes, fluttering against his own gag reflex, to look back up at me, and then wink, and close them again. He holds it for five full seconds, then ten, then fifteen, and I realize it's a brag more than anything. Finally he pulls free, panting for breath, tongue outstretched down to his chin, strands of saliva connecting us.

"Not a bad size," he pants. "Bigger than I thought."

"Thank you? I think?"

"It's a compliment. What do you want me to say, it's the biggest I've ever seen?" He looks up at me, stroking my cock in his hand, keeping it warm. I think he might mean that question earnestly.

"I mean, isn't it?"

"No," he giggles. I could get used to the sound of that giggle.

"But it's bigger than Cooper, right?"

"Hmmm, close one," he says. "I'll have to take more measurements," and then he wraps his lips back around it.

He's good at it. Really, really good at it. And I mean that as a problem- I have a reputation to uphold. I start to get toe curlingly close and take a step back. He shuffles forward on his knees to follow, and I take one more step back and I'm cornered against the bleachers.

I grip the metal frame of the bleachers, try to keep eye contact, try to keep my legs from shaking. Think unhorny thoughts. Think about how mad I am at that Kai guy. Think about-

Tracy takes me the full way down again, and gently touches the base of my shaft with his teeth.

I jolt. "Hey-"

He pulls back, slurping loudly as he does and says "You weren't paying attention."

"You know better than to use teeth-"

"I know better than to let you devalue one of my world class blowjobs," he says, and strokes me some more.

"You're so bossy."

"Do you want to cum or not?"

"Definitely cum."

"Then do it, coward," he says, and wraps his mouth around one of my balls, gently runs his tongue from way back there, up the shaft, that piercing hot on my skin, the texture of his tongue running along my sensitive tip, making circles,

My ass clenches, my legs go weak, and I cover Tracy's face with the last week's worth of no sex or masturbation. Half of it ends up on his tongue, the rest lands on his cheek, over his eye and on his eyebrows.

I brace myself to stay vertical using the bleachers. "I take it this is maybe your primary skillset?"

Tracy wipes my cum off of his eyelid with a thumb then sticks it in his mouse and sucks it clean. He's rocking his hips, legs squeezed together. "Something like that."

"Well, I can see what you mean about making friends," I laugh. "But I gotta go make some points."

"Alright, I'm sure we'll have a chance to do this all over again," he smiles, showing off that piercing again, that long tongue.

I turn and walk away, satisfied, only- He really did make it look fun. And-

"Nobody's reciprocated yet, right?"

"Not that I mind, but no," he says, wiping the cum off his cheeks

"Then you're no competition to me, and I gotta give out two more blowjobs, so-" I shrug. Part of me itched to save that currency, but I'd just end up giving it to my real competition. No- three solid one-for-one deals with people who were only going to score a single point, and I'd come out above average, I didn't need to go around scamming people like that Kai guy.

"So, I gotta give out three..."

"Fine, just- do what I did. Not the teeth part. The good part."

"Okay," I say. "I'm not that bad at this- I just- want to win," I say. I get down on my knees as he stands up.

I grab his belt, struggle with the latch, get it open awkwardly. I undo his- oh, there is no fly, these are just leggings patterned like jeans. I pull them down, getting a peak at some white lingerie he's wearing under them. His dick is wet with precum, I can see the spot its left through his pants. Slowly it pulses to its full hardness. It's smaller than mine, his balls, pubes, thighs, everything's so smooth it must have been waxed. I stare at it for a moment, contemplate, how did he start?

I look him in the eye and he nods approval. I open my mouth, let my tongue stick out a little, and lay the head of his cock on my tongue, and-

His body goes rigid and this time I react fast enough. I close my mouth, squint my eyes and he unloads over my lips.

It's dripping off my chin by the time I unsquint my eyes and look up at him. Both of his hands cover his mouth, holding in a laugh.

"I think that counts but I honestly don't know," he giggles

"That was- quick?" I say, and wipe my lips.

"I was just imagining," he giggles again. "I guess I took my own advice."

"Yeah, or maybe I learned how to give world class blowjobs."

He laughs again. "Go score your points, player, I think a line's forming."

I turn and see a long haired man with a side shave leaning against the wall and watching.

"Yeah, have fun," I say. Time to deal with Kai.

**Episode 1 Chapter 2**

As I walked into the boy's locker room, someone else was walking out, a giant of a man with curly red hair, adjusting his pants as he retreated, and as soon as the path was clear I slipped in. Kai was still there, seated on a bench, his long straight hair a little ruffled but otherwise unphased. His eyes caught me the moment I entered.

"Hey motherfucker," I say, because what else do you say when someone's being a motherfucker? He tilts his head and says nothing, his mouth quirked shut. I step closer "You still owe me one."

He stands from his bench so fast it startles me, I lose all sense of purpose in confronting him, he's taller than me, and as he steps forward I retreat, and again and again until I'm backed up against the lockers. For how soft his face, how thin he is, there's clear muscle definition showing through his shirt. His left arm is against the wall, directly over my shoulder. My entire world is the two inches that separate me and him. With his right hand, slowly, he touches my chin and tilts my head back, waiting for a sign of resistance. Goddamn his eyes are gorgeous, his full attention feels like a spotlight. I have butterflies in my stomach, and a fresh new erection. I love it. When it becomes clear I don't want to resist, he kisses me.

I kiss back with aggression, and as I do the taste of cum floods into my mouth, it's on his lips, on his tongue, with every motion of his mouth he gets more of it into me. When he parts from my lips he seals them with his thumb.

"You're going to learn to swallow," he says, "right now."

It's thick on my tongue, another man's spit and another-other man's semen. But the man who put it there is waiting, patiently, eyes locked on mine, breathing hungrily. I swallow.

"Good boy," he says. He ruffles my hair and begins to walk away.

"Wait-"

"No," he keeps walking.

"I said wait."

"You have nothing to offer me, there's no trade to make here, so you best think through another plan."

"You don't want to make me an enemy, Kai."

"Well I also don't want to get another blowjob like that, so enemies it is."

An announcement comes over the PA system: "Uh oh, were we supposed to give a time warning at 15 minutes?" Darian asks.

There's a horrible sound of a microphone skidding along its rubber feet, and then Marrion says: "It's 5 now. Good luck!"

Fuck.

I look at Kai, who gives a slow, confident blink, then points me to the door with his eyes. "Time's ticking."

Okay. This is fine. How bad is one point, really? Tracy only has one point, at least I'm not alone at the bottom. But I have to qualify. I need to give someone else a blowjob, someone who's scoring low, like Tracy. Or someone who's going to be disqualified anyways.

"Cooper?" I call, out into the hall, running now. Five minutes. Probably more like four. I can get someone off in four minutes. I just have to find him. "Cooper!"

"MC?"

"Hey! Listen! I need your help."

"Yeah?"

"Like, your help."

"Oh," he says. "I mean- I don't go down-"

"Well. I do."

"This is..."

"Awkward, sure, but we're both here, and I'm here to stay, so if you're planning on making it to the end-" him, who was already getting himself disqualified "-It's gotta happen eventually, right? I don't have time to find someone else."

"It's not a winning or losing thing-" he says, and he's right. No deals, logic, and ambition will change this equation. I'm thinking with my brain, so he's doing the same. I need him to think with his other head.

I lock my eyes on him, shut out all thought of points and clocks, and inch my hands up his shirt, like I'd seen his girlfriend do years ago. He averts his eyes, blush blooming above his close cropped beard. I grab his shoulders, not gently, and pull him closer, down to my level, his stubble on my cheek, my mouth to his ear.