Taylor's phone pinged. He had been laying on the floor, head buried in his arms for a while now. [Be sure to get to class tomorrow. Enough of your dumb ass skipping!] Kam's text seemed like an order. Taylor just stared at it. How the fuck was he going to go to class? Everyone had seen the videos, he's be a laughing-stock. He didn't want to face that. But Kam had a much worse video to hold over him. Kam hadn't said what he'd do with the cocksucking video, but it was obvious that Kam expected Taylor to do as ordered.
Taylor pulled himself up to sit on the floor propped up against his desk. He started at the text, hitting his screen to keep it showing. What was he going to do? He'd have to go to class, and face the music, he'd have to think of some way to laugh it off. The notification that his battery was low shocked him out of his trance. He moved to connect the power cord. He rubbed his hands over his torso. He needed a shower, bad. Taylor grabbed his towel and listened at the door, not really believing he was scared to go out in the hall. What had become of him?
Taylor stood with his head leaning on the door, trying to make sense of his world. Losing to Kam, on everything, sucking Kam off. Afraid to look at his phone or even walk in the hall of his frat. Thinking back, there was no way he should have lost any of those contests. Well, except for the dick size, there was no way he could win that against most anyone. Flexing his muscles, he didn't understand how they had let him down. He tried to think of how Kam could have cheated, Kam must have cheated, but Taylor couldn't think of a single thing Kam had done that looked like cheating. Taylor had been there, watching each time. Other guys had seen a couple of the contests, and he was sure at least one of them would have piped up if there was something. But there had to be? Had Kam slipped him something? None of his numbers were really off, so it's not like he had done a lot less than he could have. Kam had just done more.
It sounded quite, Taylor silently opened the door and looked out. All clear. He headed to the showers and washed off as quick as he could. Heading back, his long hair still drenched, he heard voices coming up the stairs. Taylor sped to his room, still not wanting to face anyone. Safe in his room, Taylor hugged himself. He had to get his act together. If he kept scuttling about like a pussy, everyone would start treating him like one.
Claim it was all part of a bigger plan to get at Kam? That would be great, but Taylor couldn't think of enough of a plot that wouldn't make him look like an idiot. Claim they had switched off losing since high school? No, way too easy to check. Take it like a man? Just admit he lost and paid up? Maybe, but that requires admitting losing. He could say he'd get Kam next time. Taylor knew he was strong, the weaker guys wouldn't push too much if he looked threatening. The bigger guys. Well, they'd all lost a bet at some point? Maybe Taylor just had an off week? Say he planned to put Kam in his place later? That was the best Taylor could think of, so he decided to go with that.
Naked, he got on the bed and tried to go to sleep. It worked, some, Taylor kept getting up, always thinking some new ping had hit his phone. In the morning, he roused early. Debating in his mind if he needed a shower. Nah, he'd just had one. And if it would be better to head out now, before most of the frat was up, or later. Now, for sure. He didn't want to see his bros. Quickly getting dressed, Taylor made it out of the house, ignoring the one guy who called his name like he hadn't heard.
Taylor walked around, got breakfast at a stall. As he paid Taylor remember he was going to have to come up with $200 for the double-or-nothing. He'd have to watch his money from now on. After all this, when it came time to pay Kam, he wasn't going to have to ask Kam to wait a bit.
Taylor wondered around the less populated areas until almost time for class, heading to his building just before things started. He moved quickly, to discourage anyone from talking to him. He name got called, and he was sure he overheard comments about the video posts. In the lecture hall, he took a seat he hoped would make people leave him as alone as possible. It mostly worked, but Taylor couldn't resist looking at some of the faces, and they all recognized him. He was sure he saw people watching the video, pulling it up for their friends, talking to each other. Thank God the professor cam in and started the class. Taylor could mostly forget his embarrassment for a while.
Taylor rushed out of class, knocking some nerd's books out of his hands without turning to yell a 'sorry' or anything. He took circuitous routes from one class to the other, doing everything he could to avoid people. Stuck next to a homely looking chick in one class, he was forced to answer "Yeah, I had a bad week. I'll get him next time, just you wait." That he got it out made him feel a bit better, and he repeated the same basic phrase a few times to different people. If they kept going on, Taylor would change the subject or plead he had to get somewhere.
In one clase a wimpy kid looked at him with a superior smerk "Saw your video."
Taylor had gotten some of his feet under him and was able to shoot back quickly "Like you could have done better wussy-boy." Taylor gave him a jock look and turned away, glad he glanced the guy startling a bit.
Finally his classes were over. Taylor rushed out of the building and found a deserted area to gather his thoughts. He decided to grab a sandwich to eat later and stick it out in his room. After getting a plastic-wrapped sandwich at some stop and shop, he was relieved to close the door of his room on the world. He put his dinner on the desk and sank to the floor, the stress of the day finally getting to him.
Taylor just sat and ran everything through his mind. He ended up staring at his plastic wrapped sandwich for some reason. It was going to be shit, just something grabbed at a gas station. But so much better than going out and facing people. He felt so fucking low. Willing to eat a stupid gas station sandwich.
Some time after 4 Taylor's phone pinged. Before he even looked at it, the ice in his gut told him it was Kam. It was. [I'm parked out front. Get down here and into my car now!] Taylor looked at this sandwich not believing what he was supposed to do. He had bought a damn sandwich so he wouldn't have to go out. Now he had to. Reluctantly, he stood up and headed to Kam's car.
It was just out front. Taylor got in and Kam started to pull out "What the fuck do you want?" Taylor tried to sound as tough as he could, but just being near Kam was stealing his confidence.
"Watch your mouth. Just shut up and wait." Kam didn't even look at him.
Taylor sulked, barely paying attention to where they were going. They left the city, traveling along some country road for a bit before Kam pulled the car back on something that was barely a what? Road? Driveway? Taylor didn't know. Didn't care.
Kam stopped the car, and as he was getting out ordered Taylor to do the same. Kam pointed for Taylor to go in front of the car while Kam leaned against the hood.
"Phone, unlocked." Kam held his hand out.
Taylor swallowed. Thinking he really had no choice, he reached for his phone, unlocked it and put it in Kam's hand. Kam instantly began doing something as he ordered "Strip naked. Now."
"Now-" Taylor started.
Kam looked icily at Taylor. "Don't think the only copy I have is on my phone. Don't think I've not backed it up. Don't think you have a choice."
Taylor started to pull his shirt off. Kam gave a small victory smile and went back to his phone. When Taylor was standing nude, Kam didn't even look up when he ordered "On your knees, hands behind your head."
Taylor did, his mind kept switching what it wanted to do, look at Kam in defiance, or at the ground in shame. One of the times Taylor was actually looking at the ground, he noticed Kam slip the phone into his pocket.
"You're a prick Taylor. You've always been a prick. You'll always be a prick. You win and rather than shake the hand offer you by your opponent, you shouted like a braying ass. Now, I've got you. You're mine. I can do anything I want to you. And I will." Kam paused, stepping forward and batting Taylor's hard cock with his shoe. "And you like it."
Taylor choked on a sob at the words and the touch of the foot on his boner. He was rock hard. Had been since forced to strip. How could this be? He hated all of this, but his dick was pointing straight up in the air.
Kam bent nearer as Taylor kept his eyes on the ground. Kam's hand on Taylor's chin forced him to look his tormenter in the eyes. "I own you. I own you completely. You are now my bitch. You will do what I tell you to, when I tell you to, at once. I've loaded a tracker on your phone. I will always know where you are. I've set up new tones, you'll always know it's me. When I summon you, you will drop everything to obey me. I don't care if you're fucking some girl. Pull out and get on what I tell you to. Ha. Like any girl would fuck you now."