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Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

[CHAPTER FOUR]

Chapter four: “Done?” He responded. “We’re only just beginning. Go stand up there.” He pointed to a small ledge in front of the window curtains. I did. “Now take your underwear off.” This time I didn’t even protest. What the fuck was the point. I just took them off and stood there. Landon was off to the side. He grabbed the drawstring for the curtains and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, the famous Nick Johnson.”

He opened the curtains. So I was in his hotel room, completely fucking naked, standing on the window ledge with the curtains wide open. We were several stories up, so no one could see directly. But if they looked up, they would for sure be able to see. The town was only a medium-sized one, so it wasn’t terribly busy. Even still, I was in a remarkably vulnerable position to say the least.

“Turn around for me buttercup,” Landon ordered. And I did.

“Not too bad. That really is a pretty big cock. And a bubble butt to match. Must be all those squats, huh? Why don’t you hop on down from there.” I did, and by the grace of God he reclosed the curtains.

He grabbed a few pieces of ice and walked over to me. He rubbed the ice on my nipples, then dragged it down. When he got to my cock I instinctively jumped back a little, but for the most part I just stood there. What choice did I have? He dropped the ice.

“Can you still touch your toes Nick?” he asked. Without missing a beat, I bent over. It didn’t even occur to me that he didn’t actually order me to do so. Even though the situation was clearly bizarre and I couldn’t believe I was in it, I still couldn’t turn away from a challenge, and even in that moment I had to prove myself. But I quickly realized the mistake I made because as soon as I had grabbed my toes, I felt Landon’s finger quickly poking my asshole. I shot straight up and turned around. Landon was laughing.

“That was good that was good,” he said. “I have to say, I am having fun with this. I can see why you and your asshole friends would do this kind of shit.” I sat there considering his words when he continued, “I want you to jerk off.”

“Dude,” I said. “I’m not horny AT ALL. There’s NO way I’m going to be able to jerk off.”

“Oh come on,” he said. “We’re young. You can ALWAYS get horny. I know you can. Just think of your girl Jessica.”

I stared death stares at him.

“Or should I say: ex-girl?”

I bit my lips and balled my fists.

“Easy there killer,” he said. He walked around me. He slapped my ass and leaned over. From behind me, he said into my ear, “Grab your cock and start wanking. Let’s see what happens.”

I fumed taking three deep breaths. And then? I just started doing what I was told. I grabbed my dick and began jerking off. I couldn’t believe it. I kept thinking about how fucked up all of this was - I couldn’t get a job, I couldn’t succeed at the job I had, I was living at home, I had no girl. What good were all those practices? What was the point of being in a fraternity? What good were those awards? I was disappointed that I had been cruel to Landon, and I felt embarrassed that now Landon - Loser fucking Landon - was having me do all of this! Needless to say, my mind was a fucking mess. But apparently Landon’s intuition was correct. For guys our age, the physical sensation can overcome mental mess pretty easily, and before I knew it I was hard as a rock. Landon got a small coffee table and placed it in front of me, but I barely noticed. I quickly began forgetting about my job, and my living situation, and Landon, and Jessica. Okay, maybe not Jessica. I pictured our wild times together, and before long I was mumbling to myself, “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum.”

“What’s that?” Landon said.

“I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum,” I said a little louder.

“Louder!” He said.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum… ffffffuuuucccccckkkkk,” and it all came out of me. The stress and the embarrassment and the frustration and everything - streams and streams and streams of hot white jizz - all over the table Landon laid out.

My head was dizzy. I turned around to find a chair. Landon must have put it there. I collapsed into it, leaned back, closed my eyes, and breathed heavily.

After a minute I could feel Landon’s fingers caressing my dick. He was standing over me, and suddenly I snapped back into it. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“Very good,” he said. “One more thing.”

“What the fuck is it,” I said.

“I want you to eat some of your own cum.”

“Dude that’s nasty.”

“Eat it,” he calmly repeated.

“If I eat this cum I can go? You’ll sign the order?”

“Yup. You do that and I’ll call Greg right now.”

I didn’t break eye contact with him. I continued to stare at him, I swiped my right hand through my own cum, I put my pointer and middle fingers in my mouth, and I sucked them dry like I was removing all the meat off of a rib. “Fucking happy,” I asked. “Thrilled,” he responded. “Get dressed.”

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