STORY CONTEST (see "story requests" section for details)

Postby Rocero648 » Tue Apr 06, 2010 10:42 am

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Re: STORY CONTEST (see "story requests" section for details)

Postby Rocero648 » Tue Apr 06, 2010 4:07 pm

Extra Credit - "See me after class..."

I should’ve just taken the F, I thought to myself for what must’ve been the hundredth time in the last hour.
Then again, maybe this was still better than failing yet another class. My parents had been putting pressure on me to do well. I told them I’d try to put more effort into school, but so far I’ve been a little too distracted to keep up with my word. And now, I’m trying to make up for extra credit in a way I never even wanted to consider.
I should’ve studied at least a little bit harder. Even if I was just barely passing, it would be better than having to spend the whole weekend at my professor’s house, especially considering his idea of assigning “extra-credit”.
I thought he was just going to make me work, like write a huge essay or something without letting me become distracted. At the very worst, I thought he was just going to make me do some of his house-hold chores. Now I’m sitting in a dim room alone with my professor as he smokes his cigarette and watches me with cocky, mocking eyes.
He’s a fairly large man with a very controlling attitude: he always pestered you if you didn’t hand in something on-time, and didn’t know how to let it go. I guess I was about to figure out just how controlling he could really be.
“So, shall we get started?” he asks as he puts out the cigarette in a little ashtray on the coffee-table. He watches me as if expecting an answer, making me feel stupid as the best I can do is grunt back at him and try not to drool more on myself. I’ve been wearing this ball-gag for what feels like almost an hour now. These handcuffs haven’t come off either – pink, fuzzy handcuffs keeping my hands bound behind my back. Despite the fuzzy lining, these were serious handcuffs that needed to be opened with keys, and couldn’t be broken out of. My captor gets off the couch, bends down, and starts to untie my ankles, bound together by one of his silk ties. He walks over to a table on one side of the room filled with gear. He picks up a length of rope – about four feet, and ties a small loop into it. He puts the loop over my head and tightens it around my neck like a choke-collar. He takes the end of the rope and tugs on it to get me to stand up. I comply, seeing no point in trying to resist any of this. I didn’t want to be in this situation, but there was no point in trying to resist. Unless I didn’t want to make this all worth something in the end, my ass was his. If I backed out now, I wouldn’t be able to get a better grade, and I might be totally screwed out of school. Furthermore my captor already took a couple incriminating snap-shots of me bound and gagged on his couch to make sure I didn’t get cold feet, lest I wanted to see those pictures somewhere online later on.
He tugs on my leash, urging me to the corner of the room where a length of rope hangs from a hook overhead. He positions me with my back to the ropes and ties one end of the rope to my handcuffs. He takes the other length and pulls, forcing me to bend forward as my hands are yanked up high. “Mmph!” is all I can let out as I try to protest. I can feel myself drooling down my chin. I try to suck it back, but the ball-gag makes it impossible for me to stop. He ties off the rope and walks back around in front of me.
He uses one grubby hand to grab my by the chin. “Now calm down,” he says as he rubs my lower lip with his thumb. I try to pull away, but his grip is too strong.
He lets me go and kneels next to me. He reaches up to my waist and starts unbuckling my pants. “MMPH!” I try to yell and squirm, but he continues to yank my pants off. I stumble around as he pulls them off each leg. Soon, I’m left standing in my underwear as my professor tosses my jeans to the side. Then he reaches up for my underwear as my gagged protests continue. “I told you to relax,” he says as he drags my underwear down to my knees, exposing me. “I’m not going to touch you… much.”
He walks over to the table covered in his gear. He picks up what looks like a small white plastic egg and a small role of clear tape. He comes back over and kneels in front of me again. All I can do is whimper as I can feel him taping the small plastic object to the underside of my bare parts. He touches me as little as possible, but makes sure the tiny pocket vibrator is securely attached. Then he pulls my underwear up and brings out a red handkerchief. He pulls the cloth over my eyes and ties it around as a blindfold. I feel his hand brushing over my mouth as he wipes away the drool. I feel my feet being tied together by a silk tie. I feel my captor’s hand passing over my underwear as he searches for the device between my privates. I feel him fiddling with the pocket vibrator, and suddenly I feel mild tingling.
“Mmmmmmmm!” I moan as the vibrations gently rumble under my manhood. I can feel myself getting harder, despite every effort I’m making to keep it down.
Think of old nuns. Think of really old, toothless nuns. Think of dog poop. Think of your ex-girlfriend.
“Well we wouldn’t want you to make a mess of your clothes,” said my professor as he started to pull my underwear down again, this time to my feet. Moments later I felt him wrap something like a towel around my waist.
“Hope you’re feeling comfortable, Jack,” said my professor as the gentle vibration of the pocket rocket throbbed on. It was as if it was rumbling even more as time went on, or I was just becoming more and more sensitive to the device taped to me. “Jack, the lesson I want to teach here is that you need to learn proper time-management skills. You’re a smart guy. Some of the work you turn in is really great. But most of the stuff, I can tell, you so obviously do it all at the last minute.”
I moan into my gag, firstly due to the increasingly intolerable mini-vibrator taped to my groin, and secondly due to the fact that my prick of a professor was actually going to lecture me as I let him do it.
Truthfully though, I knew better than to believe I was anything but trapped. No matter how much I wanted this to stop, it wouldn’t – both because I was afraid of what he’d do with those pictures if I made him stop, and also because I absolutely needed that grade to avoid getting kicked out of school. My short-term dignity could be sacrificed for long-term goals.
“You need to learn how to stop procrastinating all the time. You’ll never do well in a real job if you leave everything to the last minute. A real career requires full-on dedication and commitment.”
I moan loudly again, this time in a vain attempt to show my disapproval for his lecturing.
Seriously, this crazy bastard ties me up in his house, tapes a vibrator to my cock, and starts to lecture me? He’s psychotic.
“If you didn’t procrastinate all the time, you’d have more time to actually put some real effort into all of your assignments. The truth is, it really bugs me when I see someone like you who has everything going for them, and they just piss it away. So that’s why you’re here. You’re here to learn how to make proper use of your time. And right now, you’re paying me back for all the time you should’ve contributed to my course in the first place. …Now if you don’t mind, I need to evaluate some papers, including yours. Don’t worry, I’ll factor in today’s ‘bonus mark’. Just try to keep it down, if you can.”
I feel his hand wipe the drool from my face again. He rubs his palm against my chin as his thumb wipes over my lips and my soaking gag.
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7/10 – good points, but need to use more theory. Also, use more paragraphs.
I finish marking yet another minor assignment of one of my students. I look back at my captive, blindfolded, gagged, and in one of the strictest strappados I’ve done in a while.
He stopped whimpering for a while now. Every now and then he still lets out a breathy sigh or a short grunt, or he tries to suck back the saliva that’s already dripping to the ground. His cheeks are bright red. A small bulge starts to form again for the third time since I first stuck the pocket rocket there. There’s already a distinct dark spot in the towel in front of his crotch.
This was about more than me just being sadistic. This was good for him. Maybe now he’ll start taking things seriously. He certainly won’t be in any mood to be cracking any jokes in the middle of class anymore, either.
I hate these kids. They go to a great school and don’t even realize how fortunate they are. Take Jack, for example. He’s a good looking kid. He also always seems really open and social. The girls in class seem to love him. His parents probably pay for his tuition, and he probably spends all his time getting stoned, drunk, or trying to have sex. This was a wake-up call. And off the record, it was also payback for all those crappy jokes and cracks he kept making in class at my expense.
What can I say? It’s a fool-proof plan, and a fun way to spend an afternoon of grading papers. And it was fool-proof: I knew Jack well enough to know he would ever tell anyone about this. In fact, he’d never want anybody to know anything about this at all; he’d rather be caught dead then have anyone see the pictures I took.
This would be risky with other students, but with Jack I knew he would be too concerned with his own image. He would never come forward for what was happening right now. It simply wouldn’t be worth the trouble.
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I light up a cigarette, stand up, and walk over to my captive. His gag is glistening with drool as it dribbles out from his lips, down on his chin, down to his shirt. He flinches as I blow a small stream of smoke towards him. He can feel me now, standing next to him, in total control of his life now.
I slowly remove the towel from around his waist. He squirms around as I do that. His legs are shaking. I turn off the pocket rocket which I taped to the underside of his member, but I leave it there for later use. It’s amazing how such a small device can do so much. The rumble on this vibrator was just perfect too: it was enough to get someone real hard real fast, but not enough to make getting off anything short of a long, arduous wait. I’ll leave that on for later. Watching Jack squirm is a lot of fun after all his wise-cracks and smart-ass remarks during class.
I’m untying him from the strappado now while leaving the cuffs on. There’s something about the way cuffed hands look that I love, like I just want to lick the palms and suck the fingers. Same thing with a gagged face – Jack’s gag fit his mouth quite nicely, and the drool glistening on his lips and chin was a delight.
I pull his underwear back up, but forget about the jeans. He won’t need them for now anyway. He’s still stuck here for the night. Speaking of which, it’s starting to get late.
“AAH-HMMPH!”
I bring down the crop once again on his bare, reddening ass, this time hard. His cuffed hands flex behind his back, and his silenced mouth whimpers into the palm of my hand. Wearing nothing but his shirt and his bindings, my captive lies across my knees with his bare ass in the air as I continue to whip him.
*whip*
“HHMPH!”
My hand stifles his already gagged yelps, but he makes an awful fuss with the crop. Actually, I should change the gag now, he’s been wearing that same one for a long time.
I unbuckle the ball-gag. My captive lets out an enormous gasp and breathes profusely before my hand clamps down over his lips again.
I make my captive stand up. I out a rag. “Open your mouth,” I say as I remove my palm. I shove the rag directly into his smart little mouth until it’s all the way in there, using my fingers to push through his lips. I tie a second, thicker cloth right between his teeth.
“Time for bed, wouldn’t you say? We need to get you ready.” I bring out the keys to the pink fuzzy handcuffs keeping my captive secure. “Don’t even move. Just do as I say, and don’t do anything stupid.
He nods.
I un-cuff him.
“Take off your shirt.”
He gives me a wide-eyed stare, but then complies a few seconds later realizing I’m being totally serious.
“See? That wasn’t so hard.”
My captive was indeed naked at this point. He was a pretty skinny guy, actually. I re-cuffed him, this time with his hands in front. I put the leash back around his neck and lead him to the bathroom.
I give him a couple minutes to take care of his business in there. Then I came in. It was shower-time. I helped by captive into the shower and bound his hands above his head. Then I turned the cold water on at full blast.
“MMRRRPH, HMMPH MPPH HHHHHMPH!”
I grabbed a sponge to start rubbing every part of his body with.
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Violated. Used. Scammed.
Yup, that just about sums up how I feel right now along with “embarrassed” and “disgusted”.
Last night, after the shower, my captor hogtied me naked in a guest bed and left the pocket-rocket attached to my crotch on all night. It eventually stopped buzzing early in the morning, possibly due from battery failure. Still, it was enough that the bed-sheets got pretty gross.
The next morning, I was free to go. But my captor made sure I knew better than to tell anyone about what happened. I did: I wanted those pictures destroyed right away, and any evidence of this weekend to completely disappear.
The good news is that I didn’t fail the course.