Pass or Fail - Part 1
Most students left after their last class either Tuesday or Wednesday, but I stayed behind as I was ordered to. On Thanksgiving, I had gone home, spent the day with family, and was back at school by 7:00pm, thinking I would hear from him over the weekend. Come Monday morning, I still hadn’t heard anything. Classes will resume next Monday, so I was considering going home for the remainder of my break.
I went to the local grocery store and was looking at some apples when my phone chimed. I sighed and opened my phone.
F - I think you should get bananas
I quickly looked around, but saw nothing out of the ordinary. I grabbed 3 of the apples, put them in my cart and moved to the next aisle. *DING*
F - You didn’t get the bananas, bitch.
Again, I looked around seeing no one in the aisle I was in. I continued getting my groceries and headed up towards the registers. *DING*
F - BANANAS
I passed the registers, headed over and grabbed 3 bananas and shook my head. Who was this guy? Where was this guy? This was getting a little too freaky and I didn’t know what I could do or should do.
I pulled into my apartment complex, entered the building and stopped at the desk to check my mail, but was only a few bills. I rode the elevator to the third floor and walked to my door. I put my phone on the counter, put the groceries away. I entered my family room and stopped dead in my tracks to see a man sitting in the recliner, wearing a skull bandana around his face so I could only see his eyes, and a laptop on his lap.
He looked down at his laptop, typed a few things then looked at me hitting something on his computer. Suddenly his computer started, “faggot, welcome home. I’m glad you finally noticed me sitting here. Tonight you will have your final trial and it will be like neither of the sessions. It is pass or fail, and let’s just say you better pass. Consequences are dire.”
I looked in shock at the man, not sure of what to say or do. He looked back down at his computer for a couple of minutes, looked at me, and pressed a button and again, the computer started, “Over the next 24 hours you will get the usual notice. You will prepare and wait as usual, but this time, no hand restraints. Have them ready, but not applied. You will pull up a porn site, and I will choose. No earbuds.”
He started typing again. “I know you’re dying to know more information about me, so I will say this, we’ve met before, in person. If you pass tonight, I’ll leave you another clue and will continue to get clues when I think you have EARNED a clue.”
He typed again for a couple of seconds then closed and moved the laptop to the floor after it read his last message. “Why are you still dressed and standing there? Thank me for coming over with that throat on my cock”
It was when he moved the laptop, I realized he didn’t have any pants on. I stripped, and walked over to him, dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down. His 9” flopped in front of me, and it was the first I’ve gotten a good view of the uncut masterpiece. I must have been staring, because he took the back of my head, and rammed all 9” down my throat thrusting fast and deep and whispered, “I don’t like to fucking wait”. It was only a few minutes before he had his milky cum filling my throat, probably the fastest it’s ever been.
He picked up my phone, messed with a couple of things, grabbed his laptop and walked out, pulling his pants back up.
As he walked out the door, he threw a paper airplane at me, gave me an evil smile and left. I quickly ran to the window to see if I could see what direction he went off in, but it was like he vanished. I picked up the paper airplane and saw writing, opened it and read the letter, “Get ready faggot - 1 hour warning.”
I quickly went into the bedroom and noticed a box sitting on the bed and note taped to it that read, “Wear this as the blindfold for the next 24 hours.” I opened the box and found a nylon hood with only a mouth hole. There was absolutely no way of seeing anything out of it. I put it over by the futon, hopped in the shower and stood there, thinking about what I got myself into.
I dried off, figured there was no point in getting dressed, went to the futon, and was ready when I heard the door open. Footsteps approached and heard him sit down again at my desk. I assume smoking a few hitters while searching for the porn he wanted to watch. I started hearing the porn playing and felt him get up and walk over to me, smacked my ass and started rimming me. His tongue was like magic inside my hole, immediately making my cock trying to get hard against the chastity. He stood up, placed a collar around my neck, and then a leash. He led me off of the futon and onto my knees, laying my chest over the futon.
He got into his bag. WHACK. WHACK. On the left cheek. WHACK. WHACK. On the right cheek. WHACK. WHACK. One on each cheek. With each whack, I grunted. I felt him place some stuff on the futon beside me and he straddled me, facing my ass. I felt a warm liquid run down my crack and hole then his finger as though he was spreading it out, making sure it got everything wet. He picked up small plug and with no warning shoved it in. He smacked the “stopper” of the plug, which caused a moan from me. WHACK. WHACK. One on each cheek. I held in the grunts from the hits, and felt him pull out the plug. I assumed he grabbed the next size plug, and rubbed it on my hole. He stopped moving it, was lightly holding it in one hand and with a hard shove from the other hand, slammed the next plug inside me. I couldn’t help but moan. WHACK. WHACK. One on each cheek. He yanked out that plug and rubbed my hole briefly. He stood up and positioned himself behind me and suddenly slammed his cock in me, what seemed like one quick motion. I was able to hold in the moan as he started to jackhammer my hole.
He stopped for a minute, pulled my ass up so I was standing but head down on the futon, and shoved back in. My ass was so sore. I wanted to beg him to stop, but assumed he was whacking me every time I made a noise. I held back starting to cry when I felt the flood of his load release inside of me. It was over for now, I hoped.
He pulled out, pushed me back onto my knees and led me on my hands and knees to what I assume was my desk. He sat down and shoved his cock into my throat and whispered for me to clean it. After a few minutes, he literally shoved me off of his cock led me back to the futon and sat me down. I heard him rustling around and then walk off before I heard the door open and shut.
I pulled off the hood and headed to my desk for a hitter to find a note. “Rest while you can”.
I did a couple of hitters and got dressed, laying down in bed exhausted. I don’t know what it is, but sex always wipes me out of energy. I assume I dozed off until my phone chimed. I looked at the time and it was 3 hours after he had left. “1 HOUR WARNING”
I couldn’t believe it. I had no energy and my ass was wrecked. What the hell was this guy doing to me? Why was he doing this to me? WHO WAS HE?
I was back on the futon kneeling when the door opened. I heard it shut, and footsteps walking around. I heard my fridge open, shut and a can open. The footsteps came closer and the can was set down. He grabbed the back of my head and before I could fully open my mouth, his cock was down my throat. He pulled out and moved me onto my back with my head hanging off the futon and I knew what was coming. He started jackhammering my throat. That’s when I heard the door open and close again. Another set of footsteps came in. The second person must have only had time to whip his cock out, because it was that quick before he was inside me. This cock was bigger and made me try to scream, which I couldn’t with another cock down my throat I started to panic. The cock in my mouth pulled out, SMACKED me across the face with his hand, and shoved his cock back in my throat. The second guy slowly started fucking me, but it wasn’t long until they both pulled out. One of them placed a bottle under my nose and whispered to inhale, it was poppers.
One of the guys laid down on the futon and they assisted me in straddling him, facing towards him. As I sat down, I felt his cock going inside me. The second guy shoved the top of my body forward and watched his buddy’s cock thrusting in and out. They allowed me to sit up, put the bottle back to my nose and the one lying down whispered, “better hit a lot.”
I didn’t know what that meant until I felt the second guys cock line up to my hole. I froze, and wasn’t sure if they realized the other cock was still inside me, but deep down I know they knew. I I screamed as the second cock started entering me, causing the one laying down to again smack me across the face. I wanted it to stop, but there was no way they would stop even if I told them to. I clearly had no control over the situation. Finally the second guy stopped moving, and I remained frozen, two cocks up my ass. The second cock that entered me started moving faster and faster, as I tried not to moan not to chance getting smacked again. The second guy’s cock started swelling, then his load shot out.
He pulled out and I sighed in relief until the first guy started pounding me. He manuevered me onto my back, still fucking me, and jackhammered my insides. I felt his cock swell, he shoved deeper and then the flood of his juices invaded my hole. He pulled out, finished the beer, got dressed and they remained there, smoking weed as I could smell.
After what seemed like 30 minutes, I heard them both get dressed, footsteps away from me, the door open and close. I whipped off the hood and started crying. I walked over to the desk, but didn’t see a note like he normally left. *DING*
F - My buddies thoroughly enjoyed themselves. That’s right, I wasn’t even there, and sometimes, might not be in the futures which means, you passed. Your’re MY faggot. We will continue as before with the one hour warnings, but now you won’t know if it’ll be me, my buddys, or someone we rent you to.
*DING* - I looked at my phone to find a video of the second guy’s cock entering me with the first guys cock already in me. They had recorded my first double penetration. What did he mean “rent you to.”
*DING*
See You next time faggot
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