Vincent had left for class, and I left soon after. I made sure to pack some extra books, so that I could go to the library after class. I didn't have a well-thought-out plan, but I sure wasn't coming straight back to my room after class.
I set up at a workstation, and started looking over some math problems. My mind had trouble focusing on the abstract problems. I silently gave up on trying to work, and for the tenth time replayed what had happened back at the room. I could still feel the warm pressure on top of me, and imagine the controlling smirk on Vincent's face. I can't believe I was stuck being owned by that annoying jerk.
Maybe he was just messing around, in his over-the-top way? I'll walk in the room, and he'll laugh in my face that I took him seriously, right? He'll call me a loser, an idiot, a gullible fuck, whatever - but it will be over.
As if on cue, my phone vibrates, and I see there's a message from Vincent. "You coming home soon?". As I read the message, another message arrives: it's the photo Vincent had taken. I see once more his bare white ass taking much of the photo, and then my smooshed face underneath, and my tongue unmistakably sticking out, reaching up towards his asshole. I shiver, and lose my breath for a moment.
A final message appears. "I'd come home soon if I were you. You don't want me to get bored." I start packing up my belongings in a hurry. I've never rushed anywhere with such dread before.
When I open the door to our room, I see Vincent sitting in his chair with an annoying smirk on his face. it's the look I had seen dozens of times before, and I would usually just roll my eyes on the inside and try to ignore the taunt or boast he was about to launch into. This time, my breath caught in my throat, and the feeling in the pit of my stomach got heavier.
"Welcome home, Aaron. I trust you got my message?" he said, casually letting his chair spin back and forth with his legs.
"What do you want?" I stammered, trying to convey some confidence I didn't have. Vincent clearly wasn't filled, his eyes dancing again.
"Good, looks like you're eager to serve. Let's start by dropping to your knees where you belong.
"Come on, Vincent. knock it off! You won, okay? You beat me. You're definitely the better player, and I'm sorry I didn't let you play at first. Can we just move on?" I tried to appeal to his humanity. Maybe if his ego was stroked just a bit, he would have what he wants already.
*No, sorry Aaron. This is just going to be too much fun. Now get down on your knees, or everyone is going to see this." He waved his phone at me, the dreaded photo on it.
"You wouldn't... " I breaths, but Vincent's gaze is locked on Aaron, and a cocky smile is forming. i can tell he is loving this, and i feel a wave of despair. i drop to my knees, and put my hands on the ground. i have to bend my neck way up to see Vincent's smug face towering over me. He is absolutely beaming now.
"Good boy," Vincent says, "now crawl towards me." He scoots forward on his chair a bit. i start moving forward and my straight forward view is filled more and more by his crotch. As I reach him, he puts his hand into his pants and pulls out his dick. it's not hard, but it's pretty big.
