Things had been actually very quiet as far as assignments for FD Corp. I had to admit that I was a bit thankful. My assignments were becoming increasingly difficult and disturbing both physically and mentally. I had discussed this with Ms. Stone. It seems the majority of women involved in the 'inappropriate behavior stress relief' program were pleased that although I was co-operative and followed instructions, I was not what they referred to as a submissive.
Apparently a man with bit of resistance and attitude was far more arousing to deal with than a man whose will had been totally broken. I suppose that offered some consolation. FD Corp did not want me to become a spineless, whimpering submissive. I was glad that my masculinity would remain intact. I was, however, a bit disturbed. Face it; some of my assignments were becoming what I would have to describe as perverted. I was engaging in physical and sexual activities that I would never have imagined. What was worse was that I was finding these activities extremely arousing. Sometimes, after getting back to my dorm room I would masturbate while thinking about the session I just had.
On top of that, my normal sex life was suffering. Between my classes, workout and diet regime and FD Corp. assignments, I really had no social life. Sure I had time to grab an occasional burger or pizza with friends, but my dating life was non-existent. I had been subjected to so many kinky sexual situations that I was starting to wonder if I would ever have the desire for one-on-one vanilla sex again.
I tried not to let myself complain. My classes were going well. I was extremely fit and healthy. If I were walking or jogging around campus shirtless, both men and women stopped to give me lustful stares. I had always enjoyed going outdoors wearing as little as possible, but since my assignments with FD Corp. I sometimes wore loose sweats and baggy t-shirts. I was becoming increasingly shy about being skimpily dressed in public, which was not at all like me.
I had no real financial worries, (although I would have liked a bit more spending money). FD Corp had me on a tight enough leash so that I would continue to need to do these assignments and fulfill my contract.
Just as I was wondering what was next in store, my burner cell phone rang. Naturally it was Ms. Stone.
"Hello Randy, I hope you are well?"
"Sure thing Ms. Stone."
"Glad to hear it. The powers that be are extremely pleased with your behavior during your assignments. I'm pleased to say that I have been able to recruit some other young men in other cities. Your actions have caused a lot of financial contributions."
"That's good I guess?"
"Yes, it's very good. I called because I would like to ask a favor of you. This is not an official FD Corp. assignment, although it is the same kind of thing you have been doing. And it will be organized and observed by FD Corp. for your safety. However, you may refuse if you so desire."
"Well, now I'm intrigued." I felt my cock beginning to stir. "What's the scene?"
"My old sorority wants to do a very special 'prank' for rush week."
"A scene with sorority chicks, I mean girls?" I felt the flow of blood as my cock began to lengthen and stiffen.
"Yes. The sorority is Lambda Delta Mu. They want to stage a kidnapping of a male student, take him to the sorority house to dominate and humiliate him a bit."
I was picturing a room full of nubile co-eds in cheerleader uniforms having their way with me. My cock was enjoying the idea and had reached full hardness.
"It actually sounds interesting." Unconsciously, I began stroking my cock.
"This would mean a great deal to me personally. The house mother is a long time friend. Also I have a carrot to dangle in front of you to entice you to do the scene."
"And what would that be?" If this involved more spending money I was definitely interested.
"If you take and complete this scene, FD Corp will start and begin funding an IRA for you. It will be in your name, not associated with FD Corp, so that you will always have it whether you eventually take a job with FD Corp or not. You can make contributions no matter what company you decide to work for. Of course, as long as you are under contract, FD Corp. will make regular contributions. This is in addition to your monthly stipend."
It figures that I wasn't going to get any more ready cash.
"I suppose it's never too early to think about retirement funds. So what do I have to do?"
"I'm going to arrange for the house mother to meet with you and explain what they want to do. Her name is Victoria. Can you meet her on the quad in about an hour? She knows what you look like."
"Sounds like a plan."
I lay down on my bunk. As I imagined hot sorority chicks fondling me I felt my cock hardening in my sweatpants. I reached in and began beating off. I pulled off my t-shirt so that my free hand could trace the 'cum gutters' of my abs and tweak my nipples. I was getting very turned on. I almost forgot that I had a meeting to attend.
I got up, and remembering that I was probably supposed to be on display, dressed in some very loose and unlined running shorts and my running shoes. I decided to 'freeball' and not wear underwear. I also decided to go shirtless. I was a bit relieved to find that I wanted to make myself look sexually desirable and available. I could hardly wait to get at those hot sorority chicks.
I jogged over to the quad and looked around for someone who looked like a house mother. It was a warm day, and I was covered with a sheen of sweat. I spotted a table with a sun umbrella and sat down. I figured that Ms. Stone had described me, or that this house mother was among the women who had seen the videos of my exploits. I was looking absent mindedly around when I heard a voice.
"Randy, Randy Summers?"
