ALL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY ARE 18+ ADULTS!
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(Time skip to senior graduation)
I'm 18, pushing 19, as is the rest of my class and it's time for graduation. As you can imagine one of my many command giving douche bags is controlling me on my big day. His name is Waylon, tall, skinny, scrawny, and an absolute geek. We met through math class during our final exam when he started the conversation through with command of "Hey man can I use your pencil". Even though it was my only writing utensil I couldn't deny his request. He was grateful for my kindness and had felt bad after noticing I was now screwed. Right after he chose the words "we should ask the teacher for one." My mouth sprang open and I immediately made it known to the entire classroom that I needed a pencil. Most giggled along with Waylon as I walked to the teachers desk to retrieve the writing utensil. Upon sitting back down Waylon told me we should hangout after school behind the cafeteria so he could show me his card club. It hit me like a shock and I had to immediately request to use the teachers emergency communication mirror to contact my father for a question. I was allowed to step out and my good for nothing father picked up on the phone mirror to agree to my forced request. He'd let me know to be done by 7 and that if I'd be done any sooner then I'm expected to walk home myself. After finally sitting back down to begin my test, I could see Waylon smiling at me through my peripherals. Oh boy was I not excited to have this geek know my secret.
(End of Finals Day)
Upon hearing the final bell for the ending of school, my body jumped out of the seat to get all of my items put away. It's like I was being remote controlled the way my body was robotically moving in order to get behind the cafeteria to meet nerdy Waylon. With how fast my body was moving I expected to be there before he was able to show up. Little did I know he was already sitting down in between the bushes of the planting area behind the cafeteria to hide away from everyone else. It was Waylon I'd seen at first but as I got closer I seen his even scrawnier companion Ely.
Waylon:
"Hey Jeremy! Get over here sit down. This is Ely, he's my boyfriend and my immortal guard!"
My body pushed me closer to them and made me sit down as fast as possible. I cringed entirely at the way he spoke so highly of Ely after seeing how frail he was as well.
Ely:
"Hello there traveler! We've been looking for an additional member to join our party to defeat the demon lord! Please join us and swear your loyalty to dark magic king Waylon!"
I immediately was set on my knees with my head to the floor begging to be apart of their party and swearing my loyalty to Waylon. I knew at this point they were going to own me even without realizing it.
Waylon:
"Woah, I like your style traveler! You’re going to be an excellent addition to our conquest in defeating the demon lord! Strip your past life and be ready to devote it to the new age!”
I’m not entirely sure why, but my body began to move on its own once again at his last statement. I began to take off my top and was beginning to drop my pants entirely. They’re both staring at me with complete confusion as I began to expose my baby blue briefs to them while struggling to pull my pants legs off. I know their statement didn’t directly tell me to strip. So why was my curse acting out even though I didn’t understand the command. At this point my briefs are about to be completely down in one swoop.
Waylon:
“STOP! What’re you doing there man!? We’re gay but not into other guys!”
I was now frozen at his command and waiting for my next.
Ely:
“Hey why do you keep listening so literally to everything we say?”
Jeremy: (Me)
“Because I have to obey entirely”
They both gave me confused glares, unsure if their ears were both working correctly.
Waylon:
“Suck your thumb”
My anger has now gone through the roof, I hated myself for being nice to this absolute nerd. I thought to myself as my thumb was lodged into my mouth like a pacifier. I looked like a baby sitting in my brightly colored briefs posed for these two geeks.
Ely:
“Slap yourself”
I pulled my thumb out and used a good amount of force to clean swipe my own face. The two of them
Waylon:
“My immortal knight, I think we’ve found the perfect slave to accompany us!”
Ely:
“Yes my Master! We have been graced and must take this opportunity!”
Waylon: (To Me)
“You’re now to refer to the two of us as Master. You will never disobey either of us no matter the task at hand. You will be around us as much as possible and will at all times assist us if you ever see that we may need it.”
I thought to myself, fuck, I don’t want to do this anymore. I can’t take anymore men giving me orders I just wish this curse was go-
Waylon:
“Slave get on your hands and knees and begin to worship us!”
Instinctively I crawled to the two men in front of me to kiss the feet of those I worshipped. I sounded like a fool.
Jeremy: (Me)
“Please Masters control me, I love obeying orders of men as beautiful and courageous as the two of you Masters! Please Masters allow me to kiss the shoe of those above me!”
How was my body forcing me to say these things and why am I endorsing their roleplaying behavior?
The two of them giggled at my obedience and adored the feeling of finally dominating someone else after being bullied for being nerds for so long.
Waylon:
“Stand up and reveal yourself to your superiors.”
Just like that I was dropping my last ounce of confidence and showing my nude body to two men. What did I do to deserve this?
Ely:
“Wow it’s quite small isn’t it King Waylon? It’s quite as small as an elf nose, maybe even shorter haha!”
Waylon:
“Hold your tongue knight, our slave has potential and looks entirely beautiful. Now, turn around, bend over, and spread that bum slave!”
I’m trying to resist these commands but the twinge is far too strong for my strength to overcome. I had to submit and spread my pale ass to these two geeks. I’m glad once again to be in private with these two at the very least but a part of me wishes there was someone here to observe and help me.
The two of them began to grope my balls from behind and caress my ass cheeks. I could feel their boney hands feeling around my asshole. I’ve never been fucked nor topped before and I’m terrified at what these sick freaks could be planning. Ely’s cold hands massaged my tip and I could feel as pre fluid had began to flow out. As for Waylon, I heard him spit on his hand before the slimy finger began going up and down my crack. He slowly poked into my hole and took his time entering me. It felt horrible, every second of it was hell for me. How do I allow this to happen to me? Just as I was in thought, Ely swiped all of my pre fluid and commanded me to lick it off of his finger.
Ely:
“Lick this slave!”
My tongue shot out of my mouth and wrapped around his dirt filled finger from sitting on the soil. It was extremely salty and had a distinct taste of metal. I moaned a bit as I was licking, due to Waylon putting half of his scrawny middle finger inside of me.
This is hell on earth and I’m not sure how it could be any worse.
Waylon:
“Lick this as well slave.”
Waylon said, as his smelly finger was more than halfway inside of me. I gladly cleaned it off and made sure there was no residue or smell left on his long finger.
Waylon:
“Oh we’re going to have so much fun. Take this and always have it on your person but don’t let anyone see it.”
He handed me a long shard.
Waylon:
“This is a paging shard (this world’s version of walkie-talkies) and this is how we’ll be communicating when we’re not together.”
They showed me how to operate it entirely and linked mine to their shards.
Ely:
“We’re going to make sure you’re the greatest slave in the realm!”
Waylon:
“You’re excused for now slave. I don’t want anyone knowing of that shard so you’re to hide it like your life depends on it. Whenever a buzz is present you’ll find a private place to immediately check what has been sent to you and respond.”
Ely:
“When are you expected to be home slave?”
Jeremy: (Me)
“My father was going to arrive here to pick me up at 7 but if I’m done prior to that I’m expected to walk home Masters.”
Waylon:
“Oh well look here slave, we have plenty of time to spare. You’ll be traveling by foot home but let’s make sure you’re properly punished for not being able to take my entire finger. Shove your shard into your bum and make sure it’s not to fall out the entire way home. Secure it with a wedgie slave, the entire way home you’ll give yourself a wedgie every couple of steps. Let’s say every 10th step you will stop, grab the rear of your waistband, and squat as you lift up as hard as you can. This way you’ll be penetrating yourself further and keeping your shard secure. Now hurry on now get your shard in place and get dressed to begin your journey slave!”
As if it were my millionth time doing it, I slipped the shard in quickly and painfully. It went in with a struggle and I secured it by pulling my baby blue briefs as far up my ass as my muscles would allow it. I could feel the shard enter me another 2 inches with how hard I’d raised my underwear. The two men laughed at me and watched as I rushed to get dressed. I grabbed my bag and began to walk off.
Ely:
“Moon us slave!”
I froze in place and pulled my pants down as fast as possible. From there my briefs were yanked down with enough force for me to fart out my shard. The two of them laughed like I was the funniest scene in the universe.
Waylon:
“Put that shard back where it belongs and get going with your previous order slave! Make sure to tell no one of our commands!”
I slipped my shard in entirely and my wedgie got more aggressive. I took off trotting and tried to go the most discreet route to hide my public humiliation exercise.
By the end of my walk it felt like I’d destroyed my ass cheeks with over 500 wedgies. I got through my door and was able to stop the previous order. I ran to my room and pulled my pants down to fart out my shard. It felt like the most relieving experience of my life in that moment. Without being able to clean it I had to shove it into my pocket as my father called me to talk about my day. I was on command to not share my experience with the geeks. I let him know it was a fine day and I had aced my finals. He’d let me know how extremely proud he was of my accomplishment and was excited for my graduation next week. Boy was I not as excited as him. I knew I’d have some type of command ruining the most important moment of my scholarly career.
I just need to sleep off the stress and make sure I’m well rested for the rest of the week.
BUZZZZ
At least I thought I was ready to rest… As I checked my shard it had the words
PLAY WITH YOURSELF AND CUM ALL OVER A CLEAN PAIR OF UNDERWEAR
I responded quickly “Yes Master!” and then proceeded to grab a bright red pair of bikini briefs to relieve myself on. I finished in 3 minutes and the fluid got all over the bikini briefs, leaving a stain.
I messaged through the shard immediately after “I finished Master!” which was met with the message:
YOU WILL WEAR THAT PAIR TOMORROW WITHOUT FAIL. GET IN BED NOW AND MASSAGE YOUR BUM HOLE UNTIL YOU’RE TO FALL ASLEEP!
Just like that, tomorrow was already ruined and I was forced to put myself to bed playing with myself.
