IQ Drop - Round 8

Trying to answer the question seemed to be like walking through treacle. You knew that a "minute" existed, you knew "seconds" were important, but somehow you just couldn't put the two concepts together. Wait, you knew this - it was so simple.

You slapped the red button and opened your mouth to speak. As you did so, you felt something thick and hard pushing agsinst your ass and your brain became totally distracted. You pushed back against it, your cock going rockhard as the intruder pushed inside your ass. Your mind went wild with pleasure and you clenched and unclenched your fists as Scott proceeded to fuck you in front of the audience.

They hooted and howled with delight as the clock ticked away and the question went unanswered. The bright white light exploding in your head happened at the same time as you came again inside your trousers.

The host cheered "57 IQ. A total idiot. How do you feel, ****?"

"**** feels good."

He laughed at you "Yes, yes you do. And kudos to Scott for such an excellent performance in fucking this ****." Scott took back and gave a bow, his tumescent penis still hanging out of the front of his trousers.

"So, 10 more IQ points to lose and then you are up for auction as a ****. Let's make this an easy one. What is your real name?"