Ben waited for Jerry and the Algebra Two Nun to talk alone before Jerry came out of the classroom. Ben was searching around the hallway when Jerry opened the door and grabbed his hand.
Jerry pulled Ben's arm, "Let's go, we are going to be late." Jerry went down a hallway and up two flights on large stair case and down another hall into a classroom, where a small, older lady in a habit was standing in the hallway.
"Thank you for joining us in chemistry, Jerry. Your late." said the diminutive woman, whose voice pierced Jerry's ears. "Ms. Adams told me you would be late, so your excused, this time."
Jerry walked in, pulling Ben with him. The seats in this classroom were not really seats, but stainless steel butt plugs on a pole, behind a desk. It was for the first time Ben saw how the other students used these seats, they had flaps in their slacks. It was not noticeable with the other chairs. Ben watched as Jerry sat down first, and then did the same thing. Chemistry was a disaster for Ben. Ben hit bottom on the metal plate about 12 inches down from the top of the butt plug, and was sliding up and down the entire class. Jerry was mortified and embarrassed. The older nun kept giving Ben very mean looks. At the end of class, Ben was still sliding up and down the pole in his ass, when he nun came up to Jerry, in an otherwise now empty classroom.
Jerry signed, "I only had one afternoon."
The nun shook her head in disappointment. "Does Sister Abigail know?"
Jerry nodded, "She does. It was her idea."
The nun grumbled, "The boy wants to fuck his brains out. Typical. And Sister Abigail approved him in class so soon?"
Jerry nodded, "Yes ma'am."
The nun asked, "When will you be able to get him to focus? The boy is stupid and cannot follow what we are doing here."
Jerry said, "I need a few days. Feel him, he's there....but very faint. He will be ready and able."
The nun relaxed, and took on a more sorrowful tone, "Oh Jerry..."
Jerry stood up, "We share our combined sex drive. And you remember how I was."
The nun handed Jerry a cleansing wipe for cleaning the plug that was his "seat", and an extra for Jerry to give to Ben. "I will share this with the others. How many so far?," she asked.
"10 last period, and he should hit 20 for this period in next two minutes." Jerry said coldly.
"You should have had a week for orientation before going to class. Well, I will share this with Sister Abigail." offered the fierce woman, who only exudes kindness.
Jerry and the nun lifted Ben off his "seat". Ben quickly tried to sit back down. "I planted it this morning. It's still bonding," Jerry whispered.
The nun released Ben's shoulder, and with mercy said, "I will do my next class across the hall. I will leave you here with him. I will take care of your next two classes. Which ones are they?"
Jerry smiled, "Thank you for your mercy. Economics next then Cooking and Sewing before lunch."
The nun nodded to Jerry and left the classroom, closing the door behind her.
Ben was busy sliding up and down the butt plug pole. The sweet spot was right where the thickest part of the plug was stroking his prostate. Ben no longer had a recharge time between orgasms. Jerry was aroused by the spectacle, and slid back onto his "seat" and proceeded to have his own repeat orgasms like Ben was doing.
Sister Abigail warned Jerry about Ben. He was off the charts on his sexuality. Jerry was the only student to share in this distinction. Jerry was already deviating from the path Sister Abigail had outlined to follow. So far, she was right. Jerry was only successful in turning Ben into a sexed up slut, who only focused on the next orgasm. Jerry smiled, as that was an improvement, as Ben never focused on anything before, not even sex. Jerry asked for a week with Ben in orientation before going to class. The orientation would be in class for Ben.
Ben sank on his "seat" exhausted after three hours of constant work of his prostate. Jerry smiled, and continued to enjoy his own stimulation while Ben slept. They would clean up their seats and go to lunch when Ben awoke.