The Second Morning and the Growing List

Adwait’s eyes opened at 6:11 a.m.

The room was still dark except for the thin grey light seeping through the rain-streaked window. Sameer was back in his bunk, one arm thrown over his face. Rohan snored softly. Kabir’s laptop was closed and charging on the desk. The fan continued its slow, familiar circle.

Adwait did not stretch. He did not speak. He reached under the pillow, unlocked the phone, and opened Discord before his feet touched the floor.

Peter’s message was already waiting. It was longer than the previous morning’s.

Good morning, shitface. You will read this message three times. Not two. Three. Then you will open your notes and add every new instruction beneath the ones from yesterday. You will not summarise. You will not shorten. You will copy the wording exactly as I write it. When you have finished, you will reply with the confirmation sentence and only then will you leave the bed.

New standing rules beginning today:

1. The morning message rule remains. You write to me before you speak to any roommate, before you use the bathroom for anything other than what I order, before you wash your face.

2. Your notes are now mandatory reading every night before sleep and every morning before you reply to me. You will scroll through the entire list each time. This keeps the instructions sharp in your head.

3. Cock remains untouched. Any erection is to be timed and recorded in the notes with a short reason (example: “07:14 – thought about the photographs from yesterday”). At the end of each day you will send me the full list of erection times. No exceptions.

4. Ass awareness continues. Every time you sit—on a chair, on a bench, on your bunk—you will spend three full seconds noticing how your cheeks spread and how the fabric pulls. You will not adjust to make it more comfortable unless the situation is public and requires it. In private you leave it.

5. Today you will wear the tightest pair of shorts you own under your regular trousers or jeans for classes. If you have no classes, you will wear them around the hostel. The shorts must show the outline of your ass clearly when you bend or sit. You will send me a mirror photograph of yourself in those shorts (from the side and from behind, no face) before you leave the room this morning.

6. At 12:30 p.m. you will find a private space—bathroom, empty classroom, stairwell—and send the message: “Shitface remains attentive and has not touched.” Nothing more unless I ask.

7. Tonight at 9 p.m. you will again be alone in the bathroom or, if the roommates are out, on your bunk with the curtain drawn if you have one. You will be naked from the waist down. Further instructions will arrive then. Expect them to be more detailed than last night.

Additional task for this morning only:

After you have written all of the above into your notes and sent the confirmation, you will go to the bathroom, lock the door, and take four new photographs:

- Standing, shorts pulled down, ass facing the camera

- Bent over the sink, cheeks relaxed

- Bent over the sink, cheeks spread by both hands

- Close-up of the hole only, as tight and clear as the lighting allows

Before each photograph you will first type into your notes the date, the exact time, and the sentence “Shitface offers this for Sir’s use.” Only after writing that sentence will you take the picture and send it. You will send all four images in one message, in the order listed.

If any photograph is blurred or poorly lit, you will retake it immediately. I do not accept careless work.

Read the entire message again. Write everything down. Confirm.

Adwait read the message once. Then a second time, slower, mouthing some of the phrases under his breath so the words settled. The third reading was silent and careful. Only then did he open the notes app.

The list had already grown. He scrolled to the bottom and began typing. Every numbered rule. Every sub-point. The exact wording of the photograph instructions. The reminder about the offering sentence. His thumbs moved steadily. He did not rush. When he finished he scrolled from the top of the note all the way to the new additions, reading each line to confirm nothing had been missed or altered.

He returned to Discord.

Shitface has read the message three times. Shitface has written every instruction into the notes. Shitface is ready.

Peter’s reply was almost immediate.

Good. Proceed with the photographs. Remember the sentence before each one.

Adwait slipped out of bed as quietly as the thin mattress allowed. None of the others stirred. He took the tight black athletic shorts he usually reserved for late-night walks when he wanted to feel the air on his skin, the phone, and locked himself in the bathroom.

He stood in front of the mirror for a moment, still fully dressed, and opened the notes.

30 August 2026 – 06:27 – Shitface offers this for Sir’s use.

Only then did he push the shorts and underwear down, turn his back to the phone, and take the first standing photograph. The cheeks looked heavier in the morning light. He typed the next line.

30 August 2026 – 06:28 – Shitface offers this for Sir’s use.

He bent over the sink, hands flat on the porcelain, and took the second image. The third required both hands spreading himself open; he set the phone on the closed toilet lid, angled it carefully, and used the timer. Before the shutter clicked he had already written the offering sentence. The fourth photograph was closer, the camera held in one hand while the other kept the cheek pulled aside. The hole filled the frame—tight, pink-brown, unused.

He sent all four images in a single message, ordered exactly as instructed.

Peter’s response arrived while Adwait was still naked from the waist down.

Clear. Well lit. The hole looks the same as yesterday—tight, inexperienced. That is useful information. Your ass continues to present exactly as described. Soft weight, good shape, no marks. Keep it that way until I decide otherwise.

Pull the tight shorts up. No underwear beneath them today. The fabric should sit directly against your skin. Then put on whatever outer clothes you need for the day. Before you leave the bathroom, take the two mirror photographs I requested: one side view, one rear view, both showing how the shorts cling to your ass. Send them. After that you may wash your face and begin the ordinary morning.

Adwait obeyed. The tight shorts left nothing to the imagination once he turned sideways in the mirror. The lower curve of each cheek was clearly outlined. The rear view showed the deep cleft and the way the fabric stretched across the fullest part. He sent both images, received a short “Acceptable. Proceed with your day.” and only then washed his face with cold water.

When he stepped back into the room Sameer was sitting up, scratching his stomach.

“You’re up early again,” Sameer said, voice rough with sleep. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Adwait answered. The word came out normal, everyday. “Couldn’t sleep much after the rain stopped.”

Rohan mumbled something about tea. Kabir reached for his glasses. The ordinary hostel morning continued around him—complaints about the weather, a short argument over whose turn it was to buy milk, the usual scramble for clean shirts. Adwait moved through it exactly as he always had. No one noticed that under his regular jeans the tight shorts were already making him aware of every step, every time he sat to tie his shoes, every time the fabric pulled across the soft weight of his ass.

He recorded the first erection of the day at 7:03 a.m. while standing at the shared basin brushing his teeth. The reason he typed into the notes later was simple: “Remembered the close-up photograph and the fact that Sir has already seen it.”

Classes were the same mix of boredom and concentration as the day before. Adwait sat in his usual place. Each time he settled onto the hard plastic chair he counted three full seconds of awareness, feeling the cheeks spread and the tight shorts dig slightly into the soft flesh. His cock stirred twice more before noon—once during a dull lecture on strength of materials when his mind drifted back to the exact wording of the morning rules, and once while walking between buildings when the shorts shifted against him. Both times he noted the hour and the reason without touching.

At 12:30 p.m. he found an empty stairwell on the third floor of the academic block, checked that the corridor was clear, and sent the required message.

Shitface remains attentive and has not touched.

Peter replied within a minute.

Good. Continue. I expect the full erection list at the end of the day. Do not forget any entry. Tonight’s session will be longer. Be prepared to stay in the bathroom for up to one hour if necessary. Bring your notes. You will read sections aloud to me when I ask.

One small addition for your notes right now: from this afternoon onward, every time you feel your cock begin to harden, you will first clench your ass cheeks tightly for five seconds before you do anything else (including writing the time). The clench is not for pleasure. It is to remind you that the ass is the part of you I am most interested in at present. Write this addition immediately, then confirm.

Adwait stood in the stairwell and typed the new rule into the notes while the building echoed with distant footsteps and the occasional slam of a door. He read the addition once to be certain, then answered.

Shitface has written the addition. Shitface understands.

Correct. Return to your schedule.

The rest of the afternoon passed in the same careful attentiveness. Adwait ate lunch with his roommates in the canteen, laughed once at one of Rohan’s bad jokes, and answered Kabir’s question about a shared assignment without hesitation. Under the table his cock remained soft for long stretches and then filled again without warning. Each time he clenched his ass for the required five seconds before he recorded the time later. The tight shorts made the clench more noticeable; the fabric pulled and then released, drawing his awareness straight back to the part of his body Peter had claimed for observation.

By 8:40 p.m. the hostel had settled into its usual Sunday-night quiet. Sameer had gone to the common room again. Rohan was half-asleep with one earbud in. Kabir had headphones on and was deep in code. Adwait waited until the corridor felt empty, then took his phone, the notes, a towel, and locked himself in the bathroom at 8:58 p.m.

He sat on the closed toilet lid, still fully clothed, and opened Discord at exactly 9:00.

Shitface is alone and waiting, Sir.

Peter’s message arrived at once. It was the longest yet.

Read everything that follows three times before you act. Then write the entire block into your notes. Confirm only after the writing is complete.

Tonight’s session rules:

You will remain in the bathroom for the full duration I decide. Door stays locked. Phone stays on this chat only.

Remove all clothing from the waist down immediately after you confirm. Fold the clothes neatly and place them on the sink. You will stay naked from the waist down until I give permission to dress.

Cock remains completely untouched. If it hardens, clench your ass for five seconds, note the time, and continue. Precum is to be left where it is unless it risks dripping onto the floor; in that case you may wipe the floor only, not the cock.

You will keep your notes open on the phone. When I ask you to read a section aloud, you will type the words “Shitface is reading:” and then copy the exact text from your notes into the chat so I can see you are reading the correct version.

First task after you are naked: stand with your back to the mirror, hands on your knees, and remain in that position for eight full minutes. You will not straighten early. During those eight minutes you will simply look at your ass in the mirror and breathe normally. No description yet. Only observation and stillness.

When the eight minutes end you will message: “Shitface has completed the eight minutes of observation.” Then you will wait for the next order.

Further instructions will follow. Some will require writing. Some will require photographs. Some will require you to hold positions while you type. You will not rush. You will not skip steps. You will remain as attentive as you have been since the first morning.

If at any point you need to stop, you will type the word “red” and nothing else. The session ends immediately. Until that word appears, you continue.

Write every word of this message into your notes now. Read the full list of rules from both days once more while you are doing so. Then confirm.

Adwait’s pulse was steady and deep. He read the message three times without skipping a line. Then he opened the notes and began the careful work of adding the new block. The list was becoming long, but he did not mind. Each sentence he typed felt like another small weight placed exactly where it belonged. When the copying was finished he scrolled from the very first morning instruction all the way to the newest paragraph, reading silently, making certain the order and the wording remained perfect.

Only then did he return to the chat.

Shitface has written every instruction. Shitface has re-read the full list. Shitface is ready.

Remove the clothes from the waist down. Fold them. Confirm when you are naked and in position for the eight minutes.

Adwait stood, pushed the jeans and the tight shorts down together, stepped out of them, and folded both items neatly on the edge of the sink. The bathroom air was cool against his bare skin. He turned his back to the mirror, placed his hands on his knees, and settled into the position. His cock hung soft at first, then began to fill as the seconds passed. He clenched once, held it for five seconds, and let the awareness settle.

He watched the reflection of his own ass—the soft weight of it, the way the cheeks rested against each other, the shadowed line of the hole—and breathed.

Eight minutes had never felt so precise.

When the time ended he straightened just enough to type.

Shitface has completed the eight minutes of observation.

Peter’s next message came at once.

Stay bent. Hands on knees. Now spread your cheeks with both hands and hold them open. You will remain like that while you type the following description: the exact colour of the hole, whether it is clenched or soft, any visible moisture, and how it feels to hold yourself open under orders. Be precise. No shame language. Only facts. Send the description while still holding the position.

Adwait reached back, fingers sinking into the soft flesh, and pulled himself open. The cool air touched the exposed ring of muscle. His cock was fully hard now, small and upward, a clear bead of precum already gathering at the tip. He ignored it and typed carefully with one thumb while the other hand kept the cheek spread.

The hole is a tight pink-brown ring. It is clenched. No visible moisture. Holding it open feels exposing and deliberate. The muscle wants to close but Shitface is keeping it open as ordered.

Good. Release. Stand up straight. You may sit on the closed lid now, still naked from the waist down. Place the phone where you can type easily. Cock remains untouched. Leave the precum where it is.

Adwait sat. The plastic lid pressed up into the soft spread of his ass exactly as it had the night before. He reported the current state without being asked.

Shitface is sitting. Cock is hard. Precum is present and untouched.

Noted. Now open your notes and read the entire list of rules from the first morning until tonight’s session instructions. You will type “Shitface is reading the full list” and then paste the complete text into the chat so I can see it. Do not omit anything. Begin.

Adwait did as ordered. The message he sent was long. Every rule, every addition, every photograph instruction and offering sentence appeared in the chat in the exact order he had recorded them. He waited while the text uploaded.

Peter’s reply was short.

Complete and accurate. You have been attentive. That is what I require.

Final task for tonight: set a timer for twelve minutes. During those twelve minutes you will remain seated, naked from the waist down, and write a private paragraph in your notes about what it feels like to have your hole examined through photographs and descriptions by a man who has never touched you and yet already decides how you sit, how you sleep, and when you may look at your own body. You will not send that paragraph. It stays in the notes. When the timer ends you will message: “Shitface has written the private note. Shitface remains attentive and has not touched.”

After that I will give the closing instructions and you will be allowed to dress and return to bed. Sleep on your stomach. Hands under the pillow. Tomorrow the morning rule remains the same.

Adwait set the silent timer. He opened the notes and began to write. The words came more easily than the night before. He described the weight of the plastic under his bare skin, the steady throb of his neglected cock, the knowledge that every photograph of his hole now existed on a screen in another country, and the strange calm that came from having no decision left to make about any of it. He wrote until the timer ended.

Then he locked the notes and typed the required sentence.

Shitface has written the private note. Shitface remains attentive and has not touched.

Peter’s final message of the night arrived less than a minute later.

Well done. You followed every step. Dress now. Return to your bunk. Sleep in the position ordered. Tomorrow morning I will be waiting with the next set of instructions. They will be longer. Your notes will grow. Your attention will remain exact.

One last addition before you close the app: from tomorrow onward, every erection list you send at the end of the day will also include a single sentence describing how your ass felt during the day—whether the shorts marked it, whether sitting made you more aware, whether the clench order changed anything. Write that requirement into your notes now. Confirm. Then you may sleep.

Adwait added the new line, read it once, and replied.

Shitface has written the final addition. Shitface is ready to sleep.

Good night, shitface. You are learning correctly.

The chat went silent.

Adwait dressed, unlocked the bathroom, and stepped back into the dark room. Kabir’s screen still glowed. Rohan was deeply asleep. Sameer’s bunk was empty. Adwait climbed into the lower bed, settled onto his stomach, and slid both hands under the pillow. His cock pressed against the sheet, still half-hard, still untouched. He noted the final time of the day in his mind and left it alone.

Outside, the night was quiet. Inside, the fan turned. And in the locked notes on the phone beneath his pillow, the list of instructions had grown longer, more detailed, and completely clear—waiting for the attentive boy who would open it again at first light and begin the next day exactly as ordered.