By Jim
David stood in his complex’s lobby, staring down anxiously at his phone. On it was the logo of the Game, along with a countdown: “00:00:01;24”. That damn timer had been ticking down for what felt like an eternity. For David it practically was; he’d been waiting for his chance to compete for almost 4 months now. 4 months of evenings filled with cruel tortures, mind-numbing tasks, and above all the aching, unrelenting pangs of horniness. This month had to be it. It would finally be his chance for release, he could feel it!
His heart raced as the timer ticked down to the very last seconds: three, two, one…
This month’s contestants are: #37, #29, #14, #43, #20
Stand by for orders at 20:00 hours, EST. Failure to report is punishable by a penalty month; repeat offences will result in automatic forfeiture.
David’s heart sank. Another month of waiting! How long until he’d be able to get even a chance at his freedom? Dejected, he headed for the stairs.
The rest of the semester flashed by in a blur of exams, finals, studies, and presentations. For me, it wasn’t a big deal, it was just the end of another semester. No distractions, no worries, just the expected tedium and routine. I knew it was very different for Shawn, and the idea of a whole house of horny, stressed out frat boys using him harder than usual was one I jerked off to most nights when I had the time to do so. The other image I got off to? Well…