Tick Tock Ch 03 1

3 days earlier.

James Miller's alarm clock went off, breaking his bloodshot eyes wide open. With a groan, he threw off the covers and swung his legs over the side of the bed. His head was pounding, and he could still taste the alcohol on his tongue. He knew for damn sure that he shouldn't be drinking on a Thursday night before classes, but he didn't care very much. It's been hell lately; between how much he couldn't concentrate on classes to some asshole jocks. Dropping out of school, even if it turned his career prospects into crap, was becoming a better option each day.

He rubbed his eyes and glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 8:30, and he had to be in class in less than 30 minutes. He knew with a hustle; he would be there just on time. James took a deep breath and tried to quickly pull himself together.

Walking outside the dorm, he took a short cut between buildings that he normally took when rushing. On the way, he could have sworn that some old man was staring at him outside, but he brushed it off. Thankfully the alley didn't have anyone in it, and he was able to run in it. He thought, alright I'm gonna make it.

Right as he got to the end, a group of guys stepped out, forcing James to grind to a halt. His expression immediately dropped as soon as he registered who one of them was, Chet Davis. This muscle-bound moron was the last guy James wanted to see, namely after he hit on Chet's girlfriend Rachel. It usually ended up with his ass getting kicked.

"Christ!" James muttered, shocked at the timing.

"Hey, Miller!" Chet called out, a smirk on his face. "You look like shit, man. Rough night?" His friends were cackling around him.

"Heya Chet, can we do this another time? I need to get to class." James pleaded, knowing that trying to reason with this meathead was likely impossible.

"Oh, am I keeping you Miller?" Chet taunted approaching him.

James clenched his jaw, his muscles tensing. He knew better than to engage with Chet.

"You know what your problem is, Miller?" Chet continued as he stood in front of James. "You're a fucking pussy. You're scared of your own shadow."

James shook his head. "Come on man. I didn't know she was with you. Can't you let it go?"

"Oh, I can let it go." Chet said as he swung into James's stomach knocking him down, letting out a heavy wheeze as the air escaped him.

Chet towered over him on the ground when he swung his boots over hitting James squarely on the side. The pain was instant and intense. James grunted, curling up into a ball to protect himself from further blows. He could feel the laughter of Chet and his cronies ringing in his ears.

"Yeah, that's right, Miller," Chet said, his voice dripping with mock concern. "I let it go when you're gone. Fucking pussy." Chet spat, before straightening up and walking away, leaving James grunting in pain, his vision starting to swim. He was pretty sure he could taste blood in his mouth.

He rolled over onto his back as he took heavy breaths. Pulling out his phone showed a new crack across the top. "Just great" He muttered. The clock on it showed 8:55 AM. He turned it off staring at the sky thinking there was no way he was getting to class on time now.

Slowly, he pushed himself up, his body protesting with every movement. He leaned against the wall trying to collect himself. The pain in his gut was starting to subside at least. He was damn near ready to call it quits right there. "Fuck this school." he spat to himself.

"James Ryan Miller" a gravelly voice behind him spoke softly.

James groaned loudly as he turned around to measure up this guy. "What. Look I'm having a real bad day. If your here to kick my ass too, just get it over with." James took a second look to see this lanky man with ashen hair, seemed unassuming at first. He did notice that guys eyes seemed to be eerily a red color.

The man just stood there, his eyes never leaving James.

James tried to stand up straighter, despite the pain. "Okay, whatever man" his voice wavering slightly to break the awkward silence.

The man finally spoke again, "I'm here to help."

James scoffed, "Help? A little late aren't you."

The man smiled nodded, "I understand. I am here to give you a gift." He reached out showing a small, metallic device in his hand. It was about the size of a small phone, with a single button in the center.

"I am here to help you. I have seen you struggling. I know your heart desires more from this world." the strange man said, his voice steady yet gravely.

James eyed the device skeptically, his body still aching. He hesitated for a moment before reaching out and taking it from the stranger. It was lighter than it looked and fit comfortably in his palm.

"What is this?" James asked, examining the device closely. "Wait, you've been watching me?" The man's words finally registered with James.

"Time is an enemy of us all," the man replied. "With this, you can make the world around you stop. Let you breath. Let you focus. Everyone deserves a chance, don't you agree?" James noticed that he was breathing heavily between sentences, almost as if it pained him to speak these words.

James laughed, "Yeah right. Sure man." James pushed the button anyway expecting nothing to happen.

James turned his head and gasped. The world had frozen in place. A bird hovered mid-flight, a frisbee hung suspended in the air, and a group of students stood frozen in various poses of conversation and laughter. His heart raced as he took it all in, the sheer impossibility of the situation sinking in. "Holy shit..." He gasped.

"You will not need to eat or have thirst. Be warned of consequences. What you create there or leave behind will follow." The man's voice grinding behind him.

"W-what... how...how is this possible?" James stuttered; his eyes wide with disbelief.

"Create what?" James turned around to find the man was gone. He blinked, and looked around, confused. "What the hell?" he muttered to himself, his eyes scanning the area. He was a bit freaked out that this guy had just handed him some sort of magical device and then vanished without a trace.

He looked down at the device in his hand, then up at the frozen world around him. As it finally settled in, he had to admit, this was pretty cool. He could do whatever he wanted, and no one would know. He could get revenge on Chet, or... other things. His mind started to race with possibilities.

But for now, he had to get to class. He pulled out his phone to check the time, but it refused to come on. He thought it was broken as he looked up at the analog clock on the side of the school building. It looked like a minute or two before 8. He hurriedly put the device in his pocket and rushed towards his class.

As he burst through the door, he was taken aback by the sight of the professor and students frozen still. He quickly scanned the room, every student frozen in place, some mid-yawn, others mid-note. He might consider that he was being pranked if it weren't for the wadded-up piece of paper stuck in midair heading towards the trash can.

A smirk crept across his face as he made his way to his seat, 'Goddam' he thought. He grabbed his notebook and pencil and got them ready on his desk. With a deep breath, he pressed the button, and the world sprang back to life. The professor coughed, clearing his throat before starting the lecture as if nothing had happened.

James tried to focus on the lecture, but his mind was racing in other places. The lecture seemed to drag on forever, and James was relieved when the professor finally dismissed the class. He quickly packed up his things and made his way out the door, chastising himself for not paying enough attention in class.

At least he didn't have another class until the afternoon, but in the meantime, he knew he needed to go to the library to finish typing his literature paper. It's just his mind was getting caught up as he walked down the hall seeing all of the beautiful girls walking past him. Seeing them in a new light caused his smaller brain to get ideas.

He knew he had not had a date in a long time, it just didn't make the thoughts of "should he/shouldn't he" any easier. Finally, he reasoned to himself that he should at least try something once. He deserved something.

He spotted this girl at the end of the hall sitting by herself. He didn't know who she was, which made him reason that this would be better since there wouldn't be a connection. She had short brown hair and a low-cut shirt.

He quickly pressed the button and time froze once more. Walking over to her, his heart started to pound in his chest. He was doing this; he was actually doing this. He reached out, his hand hovering over her shirt. He reached up to cup her breasts. It was so cathartic to feel a woman again, he could already feel the stirring in his loins. It just wasn't enough.

After a moment's hesitation, he gently pulled up her shirt, revealing her midriff and lacy black bra. He leaned in, as he took sight her full looking breasts.

Ever so slowly, he reached out and pulled her bra up, making her D size breasts spill out onto her chest. They were pretty nice and firm. At least, he found all parts of his body agreeing with him. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he cupped one of her breasts in his palm, his thumb grazing past her areola. The feeling of her skin against his was electric. He couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to slide his dick between her breasts. He shook the thought away, thinking that was too much too soon.

Carefully, he pulled her bra back down, pushing her breasts back into the cups, and tucked her shirt back down. It was like he was dressing a mannequin for as still as she was, and the absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on him.

He looked around the room as he walked back down the hallway. Feeling the pressure in his pants, he shifted himself to not make it obvious. Glancing over at the girl, he restarted time again.

Hearing the buzz of the crowds around him resume moving and talking, he watched her intently. He honestly wasn't sure what to expect, maybe nothing. Almost immediately, he could see her blush and look around before adjusting her shirt. She cupped her chest as if to set things right before she continued with her activity.

That was it? He thought as he turned away and continued to walk to the library pondering if she felt anything he did or simply found her shirt not right and brushed it off. The thought came across that maybe he could do anything even have his way with someone, but damn if it didn't feel like he just found a treasure in his hands. He knew he really needed to stop thinking with his dick and either find a date or jack off soon, trying to brush the thoughts away.

James walked into the library, seeing the same old dusty empty place, full of books, he was used to seeing. It was decrepit, but it served it's purpose. He found an empty workstation in the middle of the room and settled in, the computer humming to life as he pulled up his notes for his Literature paper. He was determined to get this done, hoping to avoid the last-minute routine he'd fallen into for his midterm.

After about an hour of researching and typing away, it was finally good enough for his liking to be submitted. He then noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. He looked up to see a familiar face approaching his workstation.

It was Lisa, the slender dark-haired friend of Chet's girlfriend Rachel. She gave him a curt nod, her expression unreadable. She didn't say anything, avoiding eye contact as she settled into the workstation beside him. She unpacked her bag with a sigh. James couldn't help but notice the way she kept her distance from him, her body language closed off and unwelcoming. She was cute enough, but he wanted to stay away from Chet's crowd. Still, she seemed nice enough to him, working cordially in other classes recently.

"You okay?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. She shrugged, still not meeting his gaze. "Yeah sure," she replied, her voice clipped. James nodded, deciding not to push the issue. He turned his attention back to his workstation to close things out.

He heard Lisa mutter, "Fucking bullshit," under her breath as she struggled with her assignment. James looked up, "Hmm?" he uttered in curiosity. She turned glaring at him, her eyes flashing with irritation. "Mind your own business," she snapped, her voice sharp with annoyance. James raised his hands in surrender, a forced smirk playing at the corners of his mouth. "Whoa, okay, just trying to be friendly," he said, turning back to his computer.

Lisa scoffed, "Friendly? For you, friendly is trying to hump every girl's leg you see like a dog," she spat, turning back to her work. James was taken aback by her harsh words. He opened his mouth to protest, but Lisa beat him to it. "You think just because you're good at architecture, every girl should drop their panties for you," she said, muttering under her breath so only he could hear. James felt his cheeks burn with embarrassment and anger.

"That's not true," he said, trying to keep his voice steady. "I never... I just... I was just trying to help."

She scoffed again, not even looking at him this time. "Save it. I'm not one of your little groupies. Fucking loser."

James paused for a moment as he reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing against the cool metal of the time stopper. He pressed the button, stopping time in its tracks. He sat there for a minute, taking in Lisa's words, her body frozen, her eyes narrowed in a scowl as she looked at her computer screen. He let out a sigh, running a hand through his hair.

Those last 2 words were echoing in his mind in her voice and Chet's. This was why he hated college. The constant judgment and put-downs from people in privilege. He had thought Lisa was different, but apparently, she was just as bad as the rest of them, acting just like Chet now.

James stood up, his chair scraping against the floor without a sound. He looked down at Lisa, her expression still one of disgust. It felt like in an instant, any type of friendship for her was erased with hatred. At first, he thought about wheeling her chair out to the middle of traffic, when the sight down her shirt awakened other feelings. He could see the top of her perky breasts which reminded him of that girl from earlier creating a tightening in his pants again.

"Okay! Okay! You think I'm a 'horndog'?" He barked at her frozen figure.

Rational thought leaving his mind, he stepped over beside her as he pulled her head to the size, her eyes still looking down. He placed his thumb on her chin to open her mouth as far as it would go, her eyes still looking downwards towards a PC that was no longer there.

Reaching down, he unbuckled his pants and unzipped them as he pulled out his stiffening dick. It couldn't be perfectly level with her mouth.

He felt like he was on auto pilot as he slid his cock into her mouth. It was almost like he was working with a sex doll, a very life like sex doll. Who had teeth. He angled himself to try to avoid it, find that he was mostly dragging it across her warm tongue. Interestingly enough he found that her mouth was lubricating itself and worked pretty well.

He was getting harder and harder as he began to move faster. He could feel the resistance of the back of her throat as he moved forward and back with increasing speed.

It was a sight to see. His cock glistening with her saliva, his balls swaying against her chin with each thrust. He reached down and grabbed a handful of her hair, as he watched his cock disappeared into her mouth, and then emerged, coated in her drool. It was actually satisfying to push completely in and not encounter any gag reflex. He wondered if she does have a gag reflex or not.

He was starting to feel the tension building in his balls, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer. He shoved it in as far as he could, feeling her nose press against his pelvis and her throat bloat with his cock. With a final, desperate release, he came, his cock pulsing as he unloaded down her throat as he held her tightly against him. He let out a long, shaky breath, his body still trembling from the intensity of his orgasm as he felt his cock pulsate for the last time.

The post nut clarity hit him fast and hard as he instantly regretted that it went this far. He pulled his dick out of her mouth as he watched some of the drool go down her lips. Quickly he used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe it away and adjusted her mouth to close and her head back to the computer. It looked like how she was before he stopped time.

As he adjusted himself and zipped up his pants. Strangely, it almost felt like he could cum again already. It was an odd sensation that he wasn't used too, he didn't even feel worn down. Still his mind was heavier with what he just did.

He packed up the items in his backpack, before looking down at Lisa one last time. Her expression reminded him of why he was mad at her. He couldn't look at her anymore and hurried towards the door.

Before exiting, he pressed the button on the time stopper.

Suddenly, Lisa's body came to life as all the pressure hit her at once. She immediately started gagging and coughing over her keyboard, her eyes watering as she struggled to breathe. She could taste something salty and bitter in her mouth. Looking around, she was confused and disoriented, desperate to find the source thinking it was James. But James was nowhere to be seen. Panic started to set in as she realized what had just happened.

James was walking down the hallway hearing the hacking behind him grow more faint. As much as he didn't like Lisa now, he did still feel some guilt at what he did in hindsight. Although he was starting to rationalize that she caused him to do this. It was her fault for being so mean, like Chet, he thought.

Another thing he noticed, he did feel the sudden sensation of what he normally feels after cumming and not needing to cum for a while after restarting time. As if he just couldn't cum again, even though he felt like he could seconds before. It was pretty delayed, so he wasn't sure what to make of it.

That evening, he spent a lot of time lying on his bed staring at the locket, studying its frame and features. He was really trying to think about what he should do with it. He couldn't tell anyone, not even his family or friends. He did realize that the only things he's done with it so far was having his way with women. Maybe it was because he is a guy always thinking about sex. He knew this was big even for him and he had to stop and think this through.

He found a few sites on the internet about what people would do if they could stop time. It was humorous that the best ideas that he saw involved robbing the bank or going into women's locker rooms. In other words, nothing productive. It did make him really wonder why that creepy guy gave him this in the first place. What was the catch, or was there one?

That night, his dreams were vivid and intense.

He found himself in a bedroom. Suddenly, a naked woman with long, wavy blonde hair and piercing blue eyes swept into view. She seemed familiar, like he almost felt as if he seen her before. She was stunning, her body sculpted to perfection, with curves in all the right places. She turned her hips to the side, showcasing her ass, and gave him a seductive smile, her eyes locked onto his. She was perfect.

As quickly as it started, his eyes opened awake. James groaned as he looked down and saw that he was sporting an erection that was almost painful in its intensity. He knew he was going to have to take care of this before doing anything else.

Eventually he got up and around deciding that since it was Saturday, he needed to enjoy the weekend. As he was walking down the quad, he noticed a commotion up ahead outside the BrewHaHa cafe. A group of students was gathered, some talking loudly and others laughing.