I tried to stay to schedule, not leaving the college grounds for nearly five days.

I really threw myself into my studying, which only really confirmed that it was not meant for me, but I tried. I tried everything to keep my thoughts from strayed back to stupid Tosser, but it was hard. I got hard thinking about what we did at the club, what he might have done to me with his hands if I had stayed, but when I jerked off it didn’t feel nearly as good as when Tosser had his mouth on me.

I felt changed.

I felt…

Possessed, almost.

I felt alive.

And I felt trapped in my little dorm room. It was one in the morning, but I refused to leave because every single night Tosser came to stand under the tree outside our building, staring up at my window-

But he hadn’t tonight, and I knew that meant he was up to something.

I just didn’t know what.

And I wanted to know, but at the same time, I didn’t want to.

I was determined for my roll around on the club floor to be the only homosexual experience. I had my fun. Now I would be good.

Hopefully.

My com dinged, and I reached over for where it was sitting on the side of my desk, setting my pen down on my notebook. I was expecting a message from my mom checking in on me from the house comm before she turned in to bed after her nightly meal prep. I had walked around campus yesterday showing her around, but since I was the third of my siblings to go here...she wasn’t all that impressed.

But she still tried to seem interesting, which was nice, and after about an hour of that, she promised to send me a message later.

And I did love her messages – unlike my Dad, who had no sense of humor, my mom was pretty funny and would always share with me a joke she heard at her bible study that day.

But nope, the new message I got was from an unfamiliar number.

The message only read ‘Ford Richards?’

My eyebrows shot up and I responded in the positive.

A minute later, I got a shirtless picture of who I was sure was Tosser, angled to show off hard pecs and abs, strings of words on each of his ribs and a filthy look on his face, his tongue licking along his upper lip while his chest rose slowly in a short clip.

I rolled my eyes, slamming my comm screen down onto my desk. I returned to work, reading my textbook for a few minutes before I picked my comm back up to stare at the picture, zooming in to see that, yup, his nipples were pierced.

Pervert.

I wonder what else was pierced?

‘How did you get this number?’ I messaged back.

‘I’m the MAN. I have everyone’s number.’ He replied right away, sending a picture of him in just his boxers, a hand on his groin to cup his soft cock, lifting it a little to show off just how long and thick it was.

I rolled my eyes hard, my eye lids fluttering from the force of which my eyeballs moved inside their sockets. ‘That’s not sexy.’ I messaged back, which wasn’t the entire truth, but…

‘What IS sexy to you, then?’ He quickly messaged back.

‘Someone that understand my boundaries.’

‘You don’t even understand your boundaries. Your mouth says no, all while your ass is grinding on my dick or your arching and thrusting up into my touch, you restless little slut.’

My eyes widened as I stabbed out ‘Someone that RESPECTS my boundaries.’

‘Respect this.’ He sent a nude picture of himself then, laying on his bed, on leg propped up, one hand loosely holding his cock and balls while his other arm was folded behind his head, his tongue all the way out to show how long it was.

Very, very long.

“Ugh.” I turned my comm so I could get a better look, my lip curling. “Vile.” I zoomed in on his dick, my eyebrows flicking up briefly as I took in the size, quickly deciding that it wasn’t quite as big as mine, though his was….objectively better looking in a way I couldn’t quite finger. I deleted all those pictures then. ‘Please don’t send me those. Others use my phone.’

‘Who? Your Daddy?’

‘Yeah, actually. He does. Please don’t send me pictures on my comm.’

‘Got it. What’s your tech-mail?’

‘What, the MAN doesn’t have access to that?’

‘I’ll send you a video if you send me your techy.’

I scoffed, ‘I don’t have a techy.’

‘I’ll make one for you. Hold on a sec.’

‘Don’t bother. I’m going back to work. Don’t ever send me pics again on my comm, my family uses this during the summer.’

I tossed my comm aside, but I anxiously waited for him to reply.

He didn’t.

Which was good.

Because I didn’t want him to.

I returned to studying, doodling pictures of his dick on a notepad because I couldn’t figure out why it was so much better looking than mine. Both were circumscribed. Neither had to many obvious veins. Maybe it wasn’t his dick. Maybe it was his balls.

I consulted the naked picture he sent for a while after I spent nearly twenty minutes recovering it (having deleted it), and then I decided maybe I just didn’t think his dick was threatening, and that’s why it was attractive.

Because it didn’t make me horny.

It didn’t make me that horny, anyway.

I returned to studying for real, tucking my dick doodles into my backpack.

Thankfully, Tosser didn’t message me again, which was good because I desperately needed to study for the final tests for this semesters classes.

It was exhausting and I hated all of it, but I passed, just barely, which meant I didn’t get yelled at by anyone. There were no congratulations either.

Which was fine.

I was used to it.

A day after the final tests, a lot of students got cards in their student mailboxes from families with gift cards or words of encouragement, and even though I had a feeling I wouldn’t have any, I went to where the student mailboxes were anywhere and opened mine.

And for the first time ever, there was an envelope in there, and not just one from the school.

I grinned, taking it out but seeing that there was nothing on the envelop to guess who had sent it. When I ripped the paper top open, I frowned as I pulled out a small stack of pictures instead of a card. My jaw went slack as I slowly went through them.

They were all Tosser in various stages of undress, including two where he was completely naked, one from the front – laid out on his bed - and the other from the back, bent over the same bed. I quickly put them back in the envelop, looking around anxiously before I shoved the envelop into my inner jacket pocket.

Oh, he was awful.

He was a bad, bad man.

I stuck my tongue on my cheek as I closed the door to my mailbox, biting on my bottom lip as I walked quickly back to my dorm building. My brother was down in the common room but he only spared me a passing glance as I hurried by before returning to his textbook.

When I was alone in my dorm, I made sure my door was locked before I saw down at my desk, pausing to yank the curtains closed before I fell back down into my desk chair. I slapped the envelop down on my desk, rubbing my face before I suddenly stood, getting changed for bed and pacing the three steps it took to get from my desk to my door before I grabbed the envelop and slid under my covers, tucking myself in.

I had a very stressful week.

The final tests took a lot out of me.

I deserved a little treat.

I slowly pulled the envelop out to stare at it over the top of my blanket, glancing over to where there was a massive cross on the wall over my bed, right under the collage my mom had made for me of a bunch of pictures of my family at summer camp, when were were always happiest. I winced and scooted further under my blanket, staring down at the envelop.

I was going to pull a picture out at random. If it was the one where he was fully dressed in his MAN uniform, then I would take that as a sign to go to bed.

Say my prayers and go to bed.

If it was the one where he was completely naked, then I’d take that as a sign as well and...not...go to bed. For right now. And just stay up a little longer and...and think things over.

I closed my eyes and shuffled the pictures before I picked one. Placing it face down on the bed before I put the rest into the envelop.

I stuck the envelop between my mattress and the wall before I sucked in a breath, said a little prayer, and then flipped the picture.

It was Tosser in his uniform.

So there you go.

I let out a breath and looked over the picture slowly.

He looked...really good in his uniform. The top was tight, form fitting, and the pants were fitted at the calves and looser at the thighs, everything designed to show off all the right areas to make the hardness and strength of his body apparent.

Or, maybe that’s just what I was noticing.

I don’t know – what mattered was that he was in his uniform.

His very...well designed uniform, that...did him favors. All the favors.

I groaned and rolled onto my stomach, studying all the places where his uniform was fitted and where it was looser, the wideness of his shoulders and the length of his legs.

The little tilt of his head and the curl of his lip, like he was sneering more than smirking. My brows knitted together as I looked into his eyes, searching the pain in them, like he was sad and a little bitter. Novus were like that though, broken in ways a sapien couldn’t understand, always looking for their eternal mate to fill those broken parts...someone to devote themselves entirely to.

To love, unconditionally, no matter what stupid shit they said or how many classes they failed.

God, oh God, I was so fucking hard right now.

I groaned and glanced up at the cross above my bed, my Dad’s face directly under the cross. I scooted lower under my blankets to cry miserably to myself. I held up the picture so it was above the blanket and caught the light from the one crack where the curtains met, making his yellow eyes seemingly glow.

Oh boy, ooooooooh boy.

This was bad.

I scowled and reached over to grab where my comm was on my desk, angrily stabbing out a message to Tosser.

I had a long paragraph condemning him for his actions, for sending me those pictures, but I deleted it all and just sent ‘You suck.’

‘I can, if you want…’

He sent a picture of his mouth open and tongue out and I quickly turned off my comm, slamming my face into my pillow briefly before I gritted my teeth and started to message him.

‘STOP.

SENDING.

PICTURES.

MY.

DAD.

MIGHT.

SEE.

IN.

SUMMER.’

He replied back with a-

‘O

K

HERE IS THE DETAILS FOR THE TECHY I MADE FOR YOU

Humblefellow_Humper.VictoriaNet.Techmail. Password: FellowshipFlacidDick0’

I pounded my head into my pillow. ‘I AM NOT USING THAT. DO NOT SET ME PICTURES. GOOD NIGHT, SIR.’

Vile!

I set my comm on my desk, rolled away from it, and held his picture to my chest briefly before I slowly lifted it to look at him. I gently touched his face, where it looked like someone had to stitch it back together numerous times.

I rubbed my face into my pillow, tucking his picture under it before I sighed and forced myself to sleep.

The next day I had to choose classes with my dorm master, who allowed me to pick one elective.

I choose religious studies. He didn’t agree with it, but he didn’t object, and I was so excited to be able to finally take it I put my hand out to shake his when our meeting was done. He just stared at me.

I left, still excited.

When I got back to my dorm room I waited for the message saying that I my book list had been compiled, which usually took about two or three hours. While I waited I laid on my bed, using my comm to check my student tech-mail to read the syllabus automatically sent to me.

My comm vibrated with a new message.

I frowned when I clicked it. There was no number, just a techmail button that meant someone was sending it from their techy. Who did that now and days? Besides old people.

Oh, it must be my grandpa. I think he was going to send me a link to his old anatomy notes.

I stared at the under name, expecting to see my grandpa’s techy DoctorSilvanRichardsMountainView.

But no. Instead it was I_Am_Not_A_Tosser.

I reached up and rubbed my forehead.

Jesus Christ, help me.

I sighed and slowly read the message, but it was just a simple.

‘Clicky my linky’

I dropped my gaze to the link on the page, hesitating before I clicked it.

It was a form, one that went into detail someone’s sexual kinks.

My lip curled. Vile. Disgusting.

What was Impact Play even? I searched that up, scowling when I read up on it, searching several articles on it before I decided I was well informed enough to decide that if it came to it, I would not be hitting him because apparently that would only egg him on.

But God, did I want to put him over my knee, the pervert. He deserved a good spanking.

I wasted an hour filing it out, frowning when I hit the save button at the bottom and got a ‘send to recipient message’. Ugh, of course. Tosser probably had a copy.

Oh well.

I smiled as I got a message my books were in, and I sat up, grabbing where my wallet was.