The Trial Begins
**Please note that this story for the most part is fictional. ANY names, locations, etc… have been changed**
A week later, I was still walking a little funny. The more I thought about it, the more it would always get me aroused. I haven’t heard from Master since that night and didn’t know when I would again. I have never had that rough of sex, and never thought I would, while I was scared because this guy did after all know where I live.
I got off the bus and headed to my first class of the day. It was around November time and I couldn’t wait to go home for Thanksgiving break. A whole week back with my friends, but then again, I did have an apartment off campus, and the peace and quiet would be nice. It was my senior year at Illinois University. I entered my psychology class and saw April. She was a good friend of mine, and while I want to tell her what happened, I know she’ll cross that line into worrying for my life.
After class, as usual, I headed to the food court when my phone vibrated. I pulled it out of my pocket to find a message from an unknown number that read f - Save this number. Do NOT ever call or text me unless replying to my texts, or are ordered to call. 8pm - You are to be blindfolded, naked, laying on your back, wrists restrained above your head.
I saved the number and quickly replied back with, “Yes Master.” I didn’t know if I should make an excuse to not be there when he arrived or to just go with it. I figured I hadn’t had sex since he used me last, why not.
Around 7:45, I did the same as last time and got naked, laid on my back, put in my ear phones playing a different porn, turned the porn on the tv, put on my blindfold, then put on my wrist restraints and waited.
It wasn’t too long after I was fully ready that I felt the front door opening and shut as it tends to stick. I felt him walking then stopping, but the rustle of his clothes as he removed them. I felt Him walk over to my desk and then sit down. I assume he found the hitters I had prepared because I could smell weed smoke, unless he brought his own. He opened a drink and heard his feet put on the top of my desk.
Through the slit at the bottom of the blindfold, I glanced over at the TV and saw 8:45pm. Finally, I felt him moving around. He set some things on the futon where I was laying. He lifted my legs and started eating out my ass. His tongue was magnificent, and it was weird, but seemed to be long. He pulled his tongue out and slipped in a finger and started sliding it in and out slowly. Then he slid in a second, then a third, which made me moan. He started sliding all three in and out slowly, picking up speed. I was moaning as quietly as I could, which could be when he grabbed something, shoving it into my mouth and strapping it behind my head.
He had gagged me and I felt him get up. When I felt him back on the futon, he was at my feet again, this time, lining up his cock with my hole. Just like before, he took no time getting all 9” deep inside me. He leaned over me, putting my legs on his shoulders, and I felt him messing with my blindfold. Soon, it came off, and before me, fucking me like a jack hammer was a guy in a Glow-in-the-Dark Scream killer mask. I felt his cock swelling, shoved in deeper, and explode. He pulled out and put my legs down. He straddled my chest and pulled out the ball gag, quickly exchanging it with his cock. Grabbing the arm rest/head board of the futon, he got into “push-up” position, and throat fucked me.
He then pulled my legs up and grabbed a butt plug, slamming it into my ass, causing me to again, moan. He turned head facing me, and re-inserted the gag. He grabbed my cock and started jacking it off. I was confused. He told me it was always about him, so why is he trying to pleasure me? The feeling started building up as he reached for the plug and shoved the base of it, slapping at it, my breathing sped up and my hands clinched when he stopped. He went back to my head and re-covered my eyes. He started jacking me again, starting to again slap at the plug. My breathing sped up, and again he stopped. He started again, this time, it’s not taking as long to build up the orgasm. He stopped. I started whimpering, needing to explode. He jacked me more and this time let me cum. He grabbed his lube, rubbed some on his hand, then on my cock. He reached over to his back and I felt something cold on my cock, it was like a “heavy feeling.” I felt him sit back down at my desk, put his feet up, and then smelled more weed.
After another fifteen minutes, he walked back over to me, pulled out the plug, replacing it with his cock. All 9” once again all in one thrust. He did a few thrusts, then pulled out, slammed it back in, then out. He repeated this for about one minute each thrust causing me to moan into the gag as it seemed that ever thrust was deeper. He re-entered my ass, this time jack-hammering my hole. I felt his cock swelling and he stopped, keeping his cock inside me. He started up again until his cock began swelling when again, he stopped. He re-adjusted his body, putting my legs on his shoulders, leaning over me, and jack-hammered harder than before, until his cock swelled, shoved deeper, and it felt like floods of cumming shooting deep inside me, almost to the point that it seemed to be POURING out of him.
He pulled out, stood up, put on his clothes, and left. I removed my wrist restraints, then the blindfold and looked down at my cock to find a chastity device. What have I done? My phone chimed.
F - This is the beginning of your trial session - Hope you enjoy the new hardware, and hope you enjoyed that orgasm I allowed you to have. You will be staying in town during break. The only day I will NOT contact you is on Thanksgiving so you may go home, however every other day you are to remain here. I may or may not contact you, but just in case. Thanks for weed, next time I’ll bring the favors.
With what little energy I had, I managed to sit up, put on my jogging pants and laid back on the futon, passing out quickly.
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