His for eternity

(originally Posted by YearEnds)

Adam woke up, at 7 AM as usual, with a bad case of morning wood.

He'd been dreaming about his sex session with Evelyn, trying to forget how she'd denied it later. He wondered what had gotten into her, that she would first screw him silly, then later deny it and, apparently, change all her passwords. He wondered if she would have denied being an E-cup, too.

He pulled down his pajamas and his dick sprang loose, a bit of precum on the tip. He turned off his alarm and woke his computer up from hibernation.

Grabbing a measuring tape he sometimes used when rearranging his bedroom to make sure everything would fit the way he wanted it to, he measured his cock after pumping it a few times to make sure it was in fact fully erect. Then he measured it again to make sure that it was, in fact, ten inches long and six around.

Taking a tissue, he sat down at his computer, pulled up one of the porn videos he'd downloaded but not yet watched and jacked off until he came heavily. He sagged a bit, then pulled his pajamas back up, grabbed his clothes and a towel, and went into the bathroom.

He was once again confused as his cock got hard while he was scrubbing his back, and not only did it feel as if it were in a hot, wet mouth, but also in a tight, wet pussy. He continued scrubbing as the dual sensations made him ejaculate in short order, and then a few more times as his dick did not soften after just the one.

As he finished washing himself off, the pussy sensation vanished, though the mouth seemed to linger, moving slowly off his cock, kissing the tip just before it, too, went away.

He got dressed, brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth with some mouthwash, grabbed his bag and some fruit for later, and headed out to his car.

Jenny was once again nowhere to be seen.

"Okay, Jen, I know I left late yesterday, but you know I always leave now, so if you want a ride, get down here!"

Hearing no reply, he hopped in his car as it began to rain. "I hope you like walking in this," he muttered as he drove off.

The roads were, as usual, not overly busy, but almost as soon as he pulled out of his parking spot he felt his dick getting hard again. This time, as he turned onto the main road, it felt as if it were enveloped in an incredibly tight ass. He was glad that this time his cum seemed to go nowhere, as he felt no wet sensations in his underwear, nor were there any embarrassing spots on his pants.

Arriving in good time, he stashed his bag in his locker and ran to the gym where Dave, Paul and Nathan were waiting for him.

"Where were you yesterday, man?" asked Nathan as Adam entered the locker room and quickly changed into his gym strip.

"Slept in," said Adam as he pulled his shirt over his head.

Dave and Paul looked at each other with small smiles.

"Anyway," continued Adam, a bit irritably, "the usual? Half-court, two-on-two? Paul, you're with me this time?"

"Sure," said Paul.

Dave produced a coin and flipped it. Paul called heads, but when the coin hit the floor it came up tails. Nathan went to get a ball as the other Adam finished changing.

Nathan dribbled back to behind the half-court line as Adam and Paul took up defensive positions, but to no avail as Dave quickly executed a perfect give-and-go and scored an easy layup.

The four friends played for another half-hour or so before taking quick showers and changing back to get ready for their morning classes. As he went back into the locker room, Adam thought he caught sight of four figures stealing out of the bleachers.

As Adam walked back to his locker, he found that a decent crowd had developed there, but they parted to let him through. He found himself in an small open space, which he shared with four figures. They wasted no time.

"I, Sarah Anna LaShay, being of sound, one hundred and five IQ mind and sound, five-foot-two, brunette-haired, 36I-20-40 body, here do devote myself, body, mind and soul, to Adam Connor McKay, for as long as this and any future universes last, both in this life and in any others that may come after."

"I, Evelyn Ruth Goldberg, being of sound, one hundred and forty-three IQ mind and sound, five-foot-six, black-haired, 34H-22-38 body, here do devote myself, body, mind and soul, to Adam Connor McKay, for as long as this and any future universes last, both in this life and in any others that may come after."

"I, Mona Gwendolyn O'Connor, being of sound, one hundred and twenty-two IQ mind and sound, five-foot, blonde-haired, 38K-18-44 body, here do devote myself, body, mind and soul, to Adam Connor McKay, for as long as this and any future universes last, both in this life and in any others that may come after."

"I, Abigail Barbara Fitzgerald, being of sound, one hundred and eighty-eight IQ mind and sound, six-foot-six, red-haired, 40M-26-50 body, here do devote myself, body, mind and soul, to Adam Connor McKay, for as long as this and any future universes last, both in this life and in any others that may come after."

Sarah held up a hand and the crowd dispersed, then with her friends looked at Adam as if awaiting instructions. Only the school principal remained as the bell warning students that it was five minutes before class began rang.

Adam looked completely confused, and the principal walked up to him.

"I know it's a lot to take in, but these four came in early today to see me. They said they were going to do this and when I tried to talk them out of it, they got quite distraught. They practically demanded that I transfer them into all of your classes, and Sarah even pulled out a razor blade as if she were going to slice her wrists open when I hesitated. They told me exactly what they planned to do--take your notes, carry your bag, perform sexual favours, everything--and all of them looked as if they would kill themselves if I didn't let them. So I suppose they're yours now. I think Sarah wants to carry your bag to class--she specifically said that the heavier it was, the better--Abigail will be giving you a shoulder and neck massage in class, and Mona will take your notes while Evelyn gives you oral sex. All your teachers have been informed of this new arrangement and have, however reluctantly, accepted it. I have even"--and here he grimaced--"been **** to allow Abigail to write your exams for you, as she knows that she can attain a higher grade than you and refuses to have you be anything less than the best student here."

"What about PE?" asked Adam.

"In order to accommodate their desires, all girls' PE classes have been scheduled out of your class's time slot. While Sarah, Evelyn, Mona and Abigail are perfectly comfortable with you in any situation, I must respect all the students in this school to the best extent that I can. You will use the girls' locker room during your period, where I understand that they will aid you in changing into and out of your gym strip, and in showering. During class they may participate or sit on the sidelines cheering you, depending on the day's activity."

Adam opened his locker, grabbed his bag and tossed it to Sarah. She staggered a bit under the weight, but Abigail caught her before she fell and helped her get the bag on.

"Thank you for the honour of being allowed to carry your backpack, Master Adam," said Sarah meekly.

Mona and Evelyn linked arms with Adam as he walked to his first class, while Sarah walked behind him, hunched slightly, and Abigail circled the party, looking as if she would beat anyone who even appeared to be threatening to Adam to a bloody pulp.

His English teacher gave him a disapproving look as he walked in, but said nothing as he sat down. Sarah reverently laid his bag at his feet and sat at a nearby desk. Mona sat at the desk beside his and pulled out paper and a pencil from his bag. Abigail pulled up a chair behind him and began working out any kinks from his muscles, and Evelyn crawled under the table, unzipped his fly and began her oral ministrations.

During his free period before lunch, he took them to an empty classroom and sampled their bodies and sexual skills. He found that he preferred Mona--her tits were by far the largest compared to her body, and he loved how tight her pussy was around his dick. He had to promise that he'd thoroughly fuck all of them, though, to keep the others from breaking down in tears entirely.

Lunch was a simple affair for the girls--just a small bowl of soup each--while they insisted on buying him a feast fit for a king. He went on a quick jog around the neighbourhood to deal with a slight bloating sensation after the meal, and they promised never to buy him quite so much again, merely wanting to do something special on his first day as their Master.