It was almost midnight and Piper had rushed to get dressed again so that he would not be too late for his parents’ curfew. He hadn’t really thought much of the note that He pressed into the his hand before Piper had turned and sprinted down the street.
‘Open it at 10am tomorrow.’ He had said.
Piper cast another anxious glance at the wall-mounted clock. It was in the midst of Mister Bittershaum’s economics class. Half the students there were staring bleary eyed at the board and stocky, clean cut teacher at the head of the room as he explained more rubbish.
Since first thing that morning he had been tempted to simply open the note and see what it was He wanted. There was no way He’d know and the suspense was killing him. But a sense of duty and loyalty stayed his hand until the prescribed time.
He’d been given similar notes before with similar instructions. Usually they contained something like 'sleep only in your collar’ or 'take a piss in a public park’ or even 'wear a dildo to supper.’ Each task Piper had plied himself to eagerly, pleased for a chance to carry some of the fulfillment and order that many of their evenings together contained into his daily life.
Finally the minute hand edged it’s way to the vertical position. Heady with excitement Piper unfolded the note and read the neat, crisp script. He blushed almost instantly and felt himself sink down in his desk. Heart beating a terrible pace he tried to hide the tent that had formed at the crotch of his trousers.
The note read:
'Jerk off. Now. Don’t clean it up. -Sir.’
“Shit.” He whimpered under his breath, eyes glancing at the students sitting so closely around him.
This was too much, he thought. He’d get caught and how would he explain that? He was asking too much this time. But all the same, why was he so hard and so very turned-on.
Piper gnawed on his lower lip as he looked around one more time. No one was watching, let alone fully conscious. Timidly he slipped a hand under the desk and set to work on his zipper.
