Tyler is a freshman student at Creepside College. Gay and closeted, he has some troubles controlling his urges surrounded by frat guys, sexy professors, his hot brother and most importantly, his stunning straight roommate: Austin. The story is divided into 2 main parts - semester 1 (ch. 1 to ch 12) - semester 2 (ch. 13 to ch. 24).
WARNING: This chapter is "heavier" than the previous ones. It is way more focused on the plot of the story rather than the erotic aspect of it. This chapter is intended for people who have followed Tyler's journey so far. It also deals with difficult subjects, such as rape, consent and coming out. Reminder: this is only Tyler's views on the situation and I'm not in any way implying that Tyler's reasoning, or his experience on consent, is "right". This is pure fiction. That being said, enjoy your reading.
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My First Year in College.
Chapter 18: Crash into me
That night, I could not sleep. Of course, I could not sleep. The man who took my virginity had been arrested by the police. Nobody knew I had sex with him. Nobody even knew I was gay. He was accused of raping a male student, potentially several male students... Austin seemed excited by the story. Who were the students? What did he do? Who was the first victim to talk?
While everyone discussed it in the hall earlier, I pretended to feel ill -- it was a half-lie as I was feeling sick to my stomach -- and went directly to bed.
Should I say something? To whom? Would anyone find out? If so, would my life be over? And was it true? Did Professor Fletcher really molest or rape someone? Several guys? My stomach was hurting. "Consent is very important to me", he said the night he fucked me. Was it really? Would he have let me go if I had refused to continue to play his game? Did I really consent?
The next day, I was the shadow of myself. I needed to talk but I could not talk, to anyone, it was too serious. I pretended as best as I could to act normal, saying I had a cold. I was so afraid that people, Austin in particular, would link my current state to the fact that Professor Fletcher was arrested.
Everyone at College was talking about it, television journalists were standing nearby, and already, numerous headlines had come out: "Renown College Professor accused of abusing his power and raping his students!" "Constitutional Laws Professor fuck male students on the side: his house searched!" "Rapist Professor attack young college guys! The Police is investigating."
Although, no one knew much more than a sophomore college student had been found wondering outside of Fletcher's house, crying, before confessing he had just been raped by his teacher.
I could not eat anything and at the end of the day, I felt drained. Austin proposed to jerk off to some porn, I refused. Who would have thought I would ever refuse such a proposal? "I'm still feeling sick." I replied. He masturbated anyway, not trying to cover himself, just fully naked on his bed, his earphones plugged in, enjoying content from an Onlyfans girl. I wondered if she was the same girl he had mentioned on the forum's post I had read the day before but I could not care anymore.
I watched him cum all over his muscular and hairy chest and I could not even get hard. He slept naked.
Should I go see the dean of the University? The police? To say what? That Professor Fletcher was a pervert who abused me or to say that on the contrary, he was very considerate of my consent?
I thought it through. I kept on replaying the last day of the first semester in my head: the way he had proposed we have sex, the slap he gave me inside of his classroom to assert his dominance, the way he had taken my virginity, roughly, violently. Did he abuse me?
He did not abuse me.
I consented to everything.
He was harsh. Rough. He dominated me.
But I wanted this. I loved this. If he would have let me, I would have come back there. It was too much at time but once it was done, I only wanted to go back there for round 2. To feel his dick in me, again. I had not had sex since then.
Again, I almost had 0 sleep the following night but the next day would be worse, much worse. The worst day of my life.
I was in my history class when things definitely took a turn. At first, I did not pay attention to the persistent looks on me or people giggling and whispering. I was semi falling asleep in class when my phone started to vibrate a lot, who could text me that much? One of the texts was from Janice, she was sitting a couple rows behind me.
"The pictures are out... You should leave now; they are all looking at it!" the text reads.
What the hell was she talking about? I turned towards her, she seemed very concerned, almost on the verge on crying. Was she one of the victims? Around her, people were definitely watching me, smiling or making weird, even disgusting, faces.
What the fuck?
My phone vibrated some more. A lot more. I got worried. I was so tired at the same time; I could not think straight.
The guy sitting next to me gave me a tap on the shoulder.
"Man."
I looked at him. We had never talked before.
"What?"
He pointed out to a computer screen in the front rows.
I could have died right there, sitting in my history class. My own face was looking right back at me on that girl computer's screen. My face, full of sperm, on a Polaroid picture. A picture signed with my name "Tyler Braxton". My whole body started to shake nervously and heavily. The guy next to me did not know how to react and the Professor caught up that something unusual was happening.
"Guys, could you concentrate a bit please? What's going on with you today?"
Tears came out of my eyes. I could not control them in any way. I could not control myself. I was having a panic attack. A very strong one.
Suddenly I felt the hand of Janice on my arm.
"Professor, Tyler is not feeling well" some of the guys in the last row busted out laughing. Without waiting for the History teacher to answer, she took me by the arm and sort of evacuated me from the classroom. It was all the blur for me until we reached a silent corridor.
She was holding me while talking but I could only hear half of the stuff she was saying:
"Oh god.... Ty! (...) What did he do to you (...) Oh god... Hundreds of files have leaked this morning (...) Just insane! (...) It's not just you (...) You need to see a doctor (...) Ty?"
I could not speak. What would I have said anyway? The entire College was watching a photograph of me drenched in my Laws Professor's cum. A photo I had proudly signed. With my full name. HOW COULD I HAVE EVER BEEN SO STUPID?
My phone kept vibrating. My body kept on shaking. I was pretty sure my head was about to explode. I felt like I was coming out of my own body.
I tried to come back to myself. To calm down. Janice was doing everything that she could but I was not there with her.
"Look, let's go to the College doctor (...) You cannot (...) Or the police? Should we go to the police?"
The police...
"No." I finally said. Snapping back.
"Are you sure?"
"I am sure." I paused a few seconds and focused back on Janice. "Thank you for being here." I was genuinely glad she was the one on my side.
"Ok. What do you want to do Ty? Should we call your parents I don't know..."
"NO!" This time, I shouted. My parents. Was she crazy?
"Ok, Ok, Ty. This is going to be fine. There are tons of other guys in those files. This is way beyond you... And you're just a victim here... It's just a picture."
At that point, three people walked towards us. The dean of the University, a woman I had only seen in photographs before, accompanied by a man who looked like a cop and another man that I did not know. The three of them looked worried.
"Tyler Braxton?" The dean asked.
"Yes."
"Would you come with us?"
I looked at Janice and then looked at them. Janice was tearing up as well.
"Yes, sure." I replied. What else could I do?
Janice gave me back my bag and I followed the group to the dean's office. I checked my phone during the walk, the messages kept on coming. "Fag" I read from an unknown number. This could not be real. This could not be happening. I saw a text from my brother but I could not read it in the flow of messages. Did he know? Already? I saw multiple texts from Austin: "Tyler, please call me!!!". Austin had seen the picture.
A few minutes later, I was in an office facing the dean. The man I did not know introduced himself as a psychologist, Dr. Harrison and sat beside me. The cop was just standing there.
"Tyler. Are you aware that Professor Fletcher has been arrested a couple days ago?" The tone of the dean was firm. She was a direct woman. She had no time to lose.
"Yes."
"A student has claimed he was raped by Professor Fletcher." She continued.
"I heard."
"Ok then. Today, we do not know how, but some of the files found at Professor Fletcher's place and held by the police" - She looked at the cop as if she was about to kill him -- "were published online. One of these files is signed by your name. Tyler, it is a photograph of you."
"I know." My voice broke and a tear slid down my cheek.
"Tyler", the psychologist intervened. "We know this is overwhelming and please do understand that we are here to help you. Only to help you." He marked a pause, scanning me with his green eyes behind his glasses. In other circumstances I would have found him hot. "In this room, no one is judging you. You don't need to talk. We just want to offer you our full support. To help you, if, and only if, you want to talk or..." He looked at the cop "...file a complaint."
"We are doing everything that we can to remove those files from the internet". Said the dean.
"What do I have to do?" I asked.
"Nothing." Said Dr. Harrison. "You are not required to do anything."
"We do need to know what happen." The dean spoke over the psychologist. She did not have time to deal with mental health apparently, it was a situation of crisis. The cop was still silent. Was I being interrogated?
