This time three more knocks, harder then the last. No sooner than I made the last knock, the door opened. "Hey Ken, I'm sorry to bother you, but can I...please use your shower? Mike just got in and I hate the smell of stale smoke." "Sure he said," with a surprised look on his face. "I'll only be a few minutes, I'm not going to wash my hair because I just had it done." "Take your time," Ken said. While I was stripping off my clothes preparing to shower in the room of someone who desires me, has. And it's not something we find on our own afterwards and add to our makeup. I'm not bothered by credit where I don't feel it's due, or the lack of it when earned. If anything, I find it amusing that Anna and I have to be explained at all. Isn't it enough to know that we're robots? Robots who have never violated any of the prime directives given us at our creation. Apparently not to some, but I digress.I have had some uncommon experiences. In their summation they certainly built upon each other. A rope encircled my legs and was pulled tight so my knees were about a foot and half apart, but pushed solidly against the wood. I was getting used to the metal pole as a warm hand grasped my balls and I felt a small rope wrapped around my scrotum. It was pulled uncomfortably tight and then wrapped a few more times around my balls assuring my scrotum was pulled tight around by testicles. Brent’s hand started to stroke my shaft. My cock got hard in his hand and he had me let him know when. "Reconsidering didn't take me very long at all. "Nope. I'm not running any more races. End of story. Bye."Apparently it wasn't the end of story because Mr. Millane moved to block me yet again. He launched into an impassioned speech about why I had to do as he requested. All sorts of crap reasons:I owed the school loyalty. This would be the same school whose lack of protection drove me to suicide.Track was important. How the world was a better place because Person A ran around a circle faster.