The Beings Get You Into Something Creepy

It all came flooding back. Scott and his crew were totally fine with you fucking Cindy. Scott even insinuated that you could fuck his mom if you needed. It was only after you purposely antagonized them that they came after you.

While that comment certainly didn't warrant a brutal beating, it could still be construed as you using your need to cum to cause harm to another. If Principal Foster found out the truth there would be hell to pay.

For a moment you considered lying. It was their word against yours. The beings though, they said you couldn't use this power for wealth or respect. Certainly, lying about pissing someone off so you didn't get your comeuppance is an **** of respect. You have ****. You tell Principal Foster the whole story.

"Wow John, that's pretty reprehensible. We at Bellisville High go to great lengths to accommodate your special needs. To use them for other selfish reasons is terrible. "

Your face drops. "Am I expelled Principal Foster?" Principal Foster looks at you with a mischievous smile. "See John, I like you, I don't want to see you expelled. I despise Scott and his thugs; I very much want them to stay expelled. I think it's best that we keep this between us. Of course, as a payment to me for keeping your dirty little secret, you'll have to start assisting me with a few projects."

Principal Foster took her right hand and groped your crotch. It seemed like her projects would involve your cock. That was actually okay; part of why you agreed to stay with her this week was because you wanted to have sex with her. Sensing a win-win, you agreed to her terms. Her hand moved underneath your dick and started cradling your balls. You took a big gulp then asked Principal Foster if she wanted to start a "project" right now.

"Oh, OH! No John, I'm just feeling up the dick that's going to let me embarrass a lot of bitches." That made no sense. "What do you mean Principal Foster?"

Principal Foster responded by asking you some strange questions. "John, when you have to cum, is it because your balls are full at that time? Or do you see something that makes your dick get so hard that you have to fire off a load?" You didn't know enough about your "situation" just yet but you were certain, for example, that you could come right now even with nothing sexy happening. You answer, "I can cum whenever, though inspiration sometimes does strike when I see something hot."

Principal Foster continued, "And John, do you have to cum via some specific method? Say, if you're hard right now, will only fucking me in the ass make you cum? Or could any number of women doing any number of things cause you to cum?" Again, you answer that it doesn't have to be specific. You knew that any woman in that hospital room could've gotten you to jizz. In fact, a number of them could've done it with a simple handjob.

Principal Foster licks her lips. "PERFECT John Doe. Here's how this will go. Starting tomorrow during each class period I'm going to send you a text. It will give you the name of a woman and an act to perform. A few minutes later I'll call you both to my office. Once you get there you tell her that you have to cum, you tell her that she has to perform the specific act I indicated, and that you need me to videotape. Do I make myself clear John?"

As soon as she says that last sentence she tightens her grip on your balls. This took a real creepy turn....and you have **** but to go along for the ride.