The Biker 3

Five days have passed since that incident on the street outside my house. I have tried not to be out on the street much, afraid that my neighbors may have seen something and might say things to me.
I’m afraid that one day the police will arrive and arrest me, or that someone will upload a video where I can clearly be seen humiliated… very late at night I look out and stare at that area where the motorcyclist made me his the second time… it’s dark enough, but now cameras capture everything, uff! I prefer not to think about that.

The truth is that I also can’t forget the fuck he gave me, how it excited me to feel manhandled that way. And now, whenever I walk through the school, my nose is alert, trying to find that strong, penetrating cologne that I would never forget.

I also spend time studying Fabricio, the only one of the motorcyclists gathered that night who knew where I live. I make mental calculations, going over how long it might have taken him to change motorcycles and dress like the biker who subdued me… the walk took me about twenty minutes, I know Fabricio lives nearby, it’s possible he could have changed.

I haven’t changed my habits, maybe because the routine is too strong, maybe because I hope to meet the motorcyclist again.

This afternoon, even though I am the last to leave the school, I decide to leave earlier than usual; I walk alone again to my car, checking ahead and behind me, and I walk quickly to catch the attacker off guard.

Everything is calm, except when I reach my car: on the hood I find a small cardboard box. I look everywhere nervously, suspecting that he is watching me from somewhere; I even walk to the parking lot entrance to see if I can find the motorcyclist in his hiding place. There is no one.

I go back to the car and get in, open the little box: there is a chastity cage without a key and one of those vibrators controlled from a cellphone. My cock gets hard, but my conscience torments me. I can’t go so far as to put that on without knowing who is responsible.

I go home, driving faster than usual. I lock myself in, checking that the doors are properly closed, and I look out the window to see if anyone followed me.

There is a lot to review because records and grades have to be sent. I sit at the dining room table, put the little wooden box beside me, and become absorbed in the work. At 9 at night the little box begins to buzz… I open it, the small vibrator is making noise as it knocks against the cardboard of the box. I take it out and study it, feel its vibration in my hands… my cock gets hard again… very hard… I bring the vibrator close to my glans through my underwear and pants… while the vibration gives me erotic tingles, I close my eyes and think of that mysterious bastard.

The forceful way he grabs me and subdues me, how without saying a word he guides me and turns me into an obedient slut… I imagin...