You’d always been a pretty decent student. Never top of the class but never bad either. It wasn’t until about halfway through the year that your grades mysteriously started to slide. It felt like you’d been studying just as much as always and, since they started getting worse, you’d been studying even more. After a few weeks of constant struggle, Teddy, the class president pulled you aside during your track meet. The conversation started out nonchalant until he started mentioning GPAs and asking how you were doing. Before you could hardly answer, he smirked and glanced around before leaning in to say, “you know how your grades have been tanking lately? That’s me. I found out how to access the school files and adjust student’s grades. And.. well.. I’ve always had a thing for you. So I came up with a plan. One that you won’t tell anyone about, or you can kiss graduation goodbye!” Maybe it was shock or disbelief, but you actually decided to hear him out. He coyly leaned against the wall and made his demands that you be his personal “assistant” for the remainder of the year. Forced into giving him any sexual favor he desired. “Oh, and if you tell anyone..? I’ll be sure that no university will even spit in the direction of your application. Do we have an understanding??” However, now that was months ago... Suddenly, your mind snapped back to the present. Just in time to feel his cock unleash another load of cum into your waiting mouth. While swallowing and looking up at him, you tried to remember how many times this had happened.. Being pulled out of any class or activity to give this guy another blowjob. It’d been weeks since you lost count.. Standing up, you fixed your clothing, passive aggressively wiped a drop of cum from the side of your mouth. You shuddered and said what he’d told you to always say, “Thank you for allowing me to make you cum.” Like every other time, he nodded and turned to leave. Suddenly emboldened by some unknown force, you spoke out to him, “I hope you enjoyed your orgasm. Because graduation is tomorrow and it’ll be the last you get from me. After this, I’m off to university and away from you!” Your voice was triumphant, if not downright snotty. He chuckled lightly before putting a hand on your shoulder, “I actually don’t think that’s the case at all, darling. See the vending machines there?” He said cooly as he turned you towards the two machines across the hall. “I put a little camera between them. It just happened to record you giving me head AND openly playing with yourself while doing it. I’m sure you wouldn’t want anyone to see that video? Or the compilation from dozens of times where you’re feverishly masturbating and sucking cock. So, if you don’t want that, you better be real obedient and get used to being my toy for, at least, the next few years!” He dominantly shoved you aside before grabbing the camera hidden between the machines, “Oh and since you seem to need to touch yourself while giving head, I think it’s safe to say that you’ll be spreading your legs for me every time we meet again. You better get on birth control too, because there’s not a chance I’m ever pulling out!” He smiled and walked away. Leaving you standing there in shock of all you’d just heard. Worse than that, you realized how wet this was making you.. Your new future, entirely sealed by someone else..
