The Third Trial
The bus rumbled along the highway, its windows streaked with the fading light of dusk as the football team made their way to the away game. John sat by the window, staring into the blur of trees and the glow of streetlights, his head a storm of dread and confusion. Every bump of the road jostled the phone in his pocket, a harsh reminder of the app's latest command, the most invasive yet.
"Satisfy someone in a way you never have before."
He had seen the notification flash just before the bus departed, and his stomach had been clenched ever since. He pressed the screen off fast, but the message burned in his mind, impossible to erase or misunderstand. Each demand from the app grew more humiliating, more deeply personal. John felt like he was slipping further from the person he'd always been.
Around him, the team laughed, joked, and rehashed old plays. Liam was up front; his familiar presence now tinged with a distance John couldn't explain. The comfort of their friendship felt a million miles away. As the game approached, John forced himself into focus. The field was the only place he could still disappear, where the crowd's roar could drown out the chaos inside his head.
Under the stadium lights that night, John played like his old self: sharp, decisive, unstoppable. Onlookers saw only a star quarterback. The only person who saw through the act was John himself. When the final whistle blew and his team erupted in celebration, John smiled and yelled with the others, but underneath, he was already dreading what came next.
After the game, the post-victory routine pulled the team into a crowded local pub. The air was thick with the smell of beer, sweat, and deep-fried everything. John nursed his drink, trying to lose himself in the noise. As the night wore on, his isolation grew, especially when Liam slipped away with a girl he met near the dance floor. John watched him go, wishing for even a scrap of that normal, easy connection.
The party got rowdier, and John checked his phone again. Another app notification:
"Five hours left. The task must be completed, or you face the consequences."
His chest tightened with anxiety and dread. He felt cut off, from help, from who he'd been, from anything resembling safety. He looked around nervously. David, the team's relentless troublemaker, was slumped over at the bar, clearly more drunk than usual. The thought twisted John's stomach. He'd never wanted to talk to David for comfort, the guy was the source of constant embarrassment and ridicule.
John drained the last of his drink and stood, his legs unsteady as he made his way back to the hotel.
The knock on the door came just as he was collapsing onto the bed, his head pounding. John groaned, dragging himself to his feet. When he opened the door, David stood there, his eyes half-lidded and a lopsided grin on his face. "Hey, roommate's got a girl in his room," David slurred, pushing past John without waiting for an invitation. "Figured I'd crash here."
John watched in silence as David stripped down to his underwear, his muscular body glistening with sweat. David collapsed onto the bed, his breathing heavy and uneven. John hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest, but the app's deadline loomed like a spectre. He stripped down to his boxers and slid into bed, the mattress dipping under his weight.
Sleep came quickly, the alcohol and exhaustion pulling him under. But hours later, John woke to a warmth pressing against his back. David's arm was draped over his waist, his breath hot against John's neck. John froze, his mind racing as he felt something hard and insistent pressing against his thigh. In his drunken state, David seemed to mistake John for a girl, his hands roaming over John's chest with a familiarity that made John's skin crawl.
"Shh," David murmured, his lips brushing against John's ear.
John's heart hammered in his chest as David turned him over. John's breath hitched as David grasped his hand, guiding it downward. John's fingers brushed against David's erection, thick and heavy in his grasp.
"Touch me," David whispered, his voice thick with desire.
John's stomach churned with nerves, but the app's command echoed in his mind. He had no choice. With trembling hands, he wrapped his fingers around David's cock, the heat of it searing through his skin.
David groaned, his hips bucking slightly, and John felt a surge of panic. He wasn't sure what to do, his inexperience glaring in the face of David's expectation.
But the app's deadline was relentless, and John knew he had to act. He leaned down, his lips brushing against the head of David's cock.
David's breath caught, his hands tangling in John's hair as he pulled him closer. "Yeah, that's it," David murmured, his voice rough with need.
John closed his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of shame and desperation. He took David's cock into his mouth, the taste of salt and skin overwhelming. He moved slowly, his tongue awkward and uncertain, but David's groans spurred him on. "Faster," David urged, his hips thrusting upward. "Suck it, baby."
John's cheeks hollowed as he tried to follow David's rhythm, his hands gripping David's thighs to steady himself. The sounds of their bodies filled the room, the wet suck of John's mouth, David's ragged breaths, the slap of skin against skin. John's mind was a blur, his thoughts consumed by the task at hand and the fear of being discovered.
David's grip tightened in John's hair, his movements becoming more urgent. "I'm close," he gasped, his voice strained. John's heart raced, his stomach twisting at the thought of what was about to happen. He pulled back, his hands cupping David’s cock as David's body tensed.
"Not in my mouth," John whispered, his voice barely audible.
David's eyes widened, but before he could protest, John's hands moved faster, his strokes firm and deliberate. David's breath hitched, his body arching off the bed as he came, his release hot and thick against John's hands. John's chest heaved as he stared at the mess in his palms, the reality of what he had just done settling over him like a weight.
David collapsed back onto the bed, his breathing heavy and uneven. John wiped his hands on the sheets, his stomach churning with disgust and relief. The app's command was complete, but the cost felt immeasurable.
As the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, John lay awake, David's arm still draped over his waist. The silence was heavy, filled with unspoken questions and unresolved tension. John closed his eyes, his mind a whirlwind of emotions, shame, fear, and a lingering sense of violation. The app's demands were becoming impossible to ignore, and he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep up the charade.
The weight of his secret pressed down on him, a constant reminder of the fragile balance he was trying to maintain. The line between who he was and what he was becoming blurred further, leaving him to wonder how much more he could endure.
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