The Biker 4

I kept my face stained with the biker’s semen all night. It was hard for me to sleep; I was very horny, extremely aroused… my cock pressed against the chastity cage, and the mere idea that I couldn’t masturbate made me want to rip it off and jerk it desperately.

I only take out the vibrator to bathe and insert it again before putting on my clothes… I go to work like that, aroused, horny, and totally unable to concentrate.

Halfway through the day I feel like going to piss, but when I get to the urinal I panic about wetting myself or someone seeing my device. I lock myself in one of the stalls and sit on the toilet… I feel like a girl… that man has not only used my holes however he wants, now he has also taken away a part of my masculinity.

When I return from the bathroom I find Jordi at my office door; I had completely forgotten him. I look at him, disheveled and badly dressed as usual, but he is a tall, handsome, sturdy guy… for a few seconds I think I would have loved for him to be my mysterious captor.

I sat at my desk and gave him a new exam for the subject he had failed, then I picked up a little book—this is the exam guide, retake the exam and copy the answers from the guide… I want you to know that… —the vibrator activates… I break out in a cold sweat… Jordi is there in front of me and he isn’t using his cell phone… I confirm it isn’t him.

“This is a favor to your parents, who are good people,” I tell him, struggling to finish the words. Then I sit in silence, pretending to check something on my computer while my anus vibrates at different frequencies.

I’m anxious that he’ll notice I’m squirming uncomfortably in my seat, and I subtly bite my lips… I’m afraid he’ll hear my ass buzzing… I even feel like taking the exam from him and telling him I’ll answer it for him; suddenly guilt invades me and I feel ashamed of everything I thought and imagined… Jordi takes his time, answering with that indifferent, arrogant slowness typical of young people his age… the vibrator keeps going and going… I grow desperate and want to yell at him to hurry up… suddenly my ass calms down and the vibrator turns off. Jordi finishes the exam half an hour later; I’m somewhat recovered by then, and I give him a “10” without checking the content.

“Jordi,” I say, resuming my role as principal, “please, if you need help, ask for it… you’re a boy with potential, don’t waste it.” Jordi sends my message to hell, a cock that clearly isn’t the one that has fucked me those two times. I watch him get up and walk toward the door.

“Hey Jordi, one last question.” Jordi turns around with that heavy attitude he’s had throughout the interview. “What cologne does your dad use?” I ask him.

“My dad?” he asks, surprised.

“Yesterday when they came to see me, I liked the cologne your dad was wearing.”