Student residence

Party

————— Saturday night, Student Association, Universitycity

Finally, the time has come, Troy enters the Student Association full of expectations. For this special occasion, he has put on his black, tight leather pants and his tight-fitting Armani shirt. Everything emphasizes his slim twink shape. He feels super sexy.

The party is in full swing. Troy stares his eyes out. This is different from high school.  Among the senior college students, it’s swarming with hunks. All those tough guys make his leather pants even tighter than they already were.

Troy goes to the bar to order a Cola-Rum. While he waits, he feels a firm hand on his ass and a kiss on his neck. “Hey, hottie! You here too?" It's Mark. "Would you like a drink from me, babe?" Mark asks Troy. “Hey, hi Mark. I wanted a Cola-Rum” is Troy's answer. “A Cola-Rum it is,” says Mark.

Troy takes a sip of his Cola-Rum as an irresistible beat hits the dance floor. “Sorry, Mark,” says Troy, “but I have to dance to this beat!”. “No worries, babe,” says Mark with a grin, “if you just come back”. Troy is already enjoying himself on the dance floor. As a result, he does not see that Mark is slipping something in his Cola-Rum….

When Troy returns to the bar a little hot and sweaty, he takes a big sip of his cooling drink. He feels a tingling go through his whole body, and he feels warm and horny. Mark is now caressing Troy's round ass in tight leather. "Your twink ass in tight leather pants makes me so horny, babe", Mark whispers in Troy's ear, "I could fuck you like this". "What is stopping you?" crows Troy. “Indeed, babe,” says Mark with a sarcastic undertone that escapes the horned-up twink. Mark then takes Troy with him to the restroom.

Troy is roughly pushed into a toilet cubicle by Mark, who immediately follows himself. He closes the door. Mark pins Troy against the wall and aggressively tongues him. It's not a kiss, it's like Troy’s being penetrated by Mark's tongue. It only makes Troy hornier. The rough treatment triggers his submissive instincts.

"So, you're just a plain slut, aren't you?" exclaims Mark. “Mjah, I'm your slut” groans Troy horny. For Troy, the word "slut" is an honorific right now, in this state of arousal. "Just so you know!" Mark snapped at him. "And before I take my sluts, I always warm them up with a good spanking on their bare ass!". Troy feels his dick throbbing at this announcement from Mark.

Mark puts the lid of the toilet bowl down and takes a seat. "Pull your pants down, slut, and come over my knee." Troy's erect cock pops out of his pants as he pulls his tight pants down over his bare ass. Willingly, Troy takes his place across Mark's lap, his ass up lasciviously. Mark starts by firmly kneading Troy's buttocks, who in turn moans with pleasure.

"Yes, you enjoy that, don't you, little slut?" growls Mark as he begins the spanking

*WHACK*

A red print of Mark's hand formed on Troy's creamy white right ass cheek.

*WHACK*

The same print now adorned Troy's left buttock.

*WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK* *WHACK*

*SMACK*!!

That last blow hits extra hard. Mark didn't promise too much when he said he was going to give Troy a good spanking. Of course, it hurts. But in a way Troy couldn't understand, the pain couldn't stop him now, and the beating only made him hornier, more submissive.

Troy's ass cheeks turn bright red. Satisfied, Mark inspects his handiwork. “That looks warm enough,” he says.

“Now it's time for you to warm me up, slut! Get off my lap and on your knees” was Mark's order.

Troy immediately follows the order and gets on his knees. "Put your butt in the air!" is the command that follows. Troy obeys immediately, as if in a daze of submission. He's actually completely high on horniness and submission. He is in seventh heaven.

In front of Troy's face, Mark picks his swollen cock out of his faded jeans. Troy looks enamored at the colossus, his mouth waters.

"You'll have to beg for this delicacy, bitch!" orders Mark.

"Please Mark, may I suck that tasty big cock of yours? I need it in my mouth now.”  Troy pleads almost desperately.

“And what are you now, you filthy slut?" asks Mark.

“I'm your cum craving slut Mark, I'm your cock sucking bitch” Troy crows.

"Just so you know!" says Mark in a deep voice.

————— Early Sunday morning, Student Association, Universitycity

It's past one and Bastian still can't leave. He was supposed to get a ride home from a friend, but his friend doesn't seem to have had enough of the party just yet. It’s different for Bastian. He's had more than enough of it. Too many people, too much noise. Networking didn't go well either. Going to this party was one big mistake Bastian thought. Out of boredom, he drank beer in a more or less quiet corner. Beer makes you piss, so Bastiaan goes to the restroom.

When he entered the restroom, he heard a noise coming from one of the toilet cubicles. Then a voice:

"Please Mark, may I suck that tasty big cock of yours? I need it in my mouth now.”

Isn't that Troy's voice? Bastian is wondering.

"And what are you now, you filthy slut?"  he now hears a heavier voice asking.

“I'm your cum craving slut Mark, I'm your cock sucking bitch”

It is Troy! Bastian is disgusted and feels a nausea coming up. He has to get out of here. He storms out of the restroom and the building, outside. To the park, where he can calmly collect his thoughts.

What possesses him? Why does this affect him so much? Bastian has become a mess of confused feelings in a short time. What was this about? Is he jealous? Certainly not because of that arrogant asshole. Is he? Asshole, certainly, but an attractive asshole…

————— Early Sunday morning, restroom, Student Association, Universitycity

"Okay bitch, you’ll get the privilege of sucking this dick off,” says Mark, holding his hard, thick cock right in front of Troy's face. Eagerly, Troy takes Mark's cock in his mouth and starts to slobber noisily on it. Troy is in a horny daze from all the smells, tastes, and images assaulting his senses.

He is rudely taken out of his daze when there is a loud banging on the toilet cubicle door. He's terrified.

“Hey, Mark, dude! What is that? Are you keeping all the sluts to yourself now? Didn't your mother teach you to share?" shouts a posh voice loudly.

“William, dude, fuck off! I'm busy right now!" shouts Mark back.

"Come on! Chill bro, let us have a piece of the pie” sounds the voice of a boy who seems to be stoned.

“Sod off, Jasper,” Mark shouts angrily.

There's a terrible creaking noise. The building of the Student Association is old and the toilet cubicle doors are not too strong. The door falls open and one of the boys drags Troy out.

"Wow bro, that's not a chick, that's a dude!" says the stoner dude, probably Jasper.

“Dude, not cool, that's disgusting,” says the posh boy, probably William

Troy looks at Mark in panic. But in Mark's eyes he sees a paralyzing fear. A moment later, however, he sees Mark's gaze harden.

"Yeah dude, I'm teaching this filthy homo his place in life!” says Mark in a fake tough tone.

"Whatever", says Jasper, "I'm bloody horny, any filthy bitch whore could get me off right now!"

“Same here dude,” says William while he takes his hard dick out of his pants and presses his smelly tool against Troy’s lips. “Take it in your mouth, slut!” he shouts at the frightened boy. The word "slut" is no longer an honorary title for Troy.

"No! I don’t want that!" he cries anxiously.

“Don't lie to me, you filthy little faggot, just a moment ago you were eagerly slurping on my mate's cock. And it sure looked like you enjoyed its taste. I’m certain you'll find the taste of my dick quite to your liking as well!” William snapped at the quivering boy below him on the restroom floor.

"No!" Troy yells, after which he clenches his jaw tightly shut.

Jasper holds Troy tight in a grip. William gives the frightened boy a huge blow on his left cheek. That hurts a lot. Tears well up in Troy's eyes. His mouth falls open for a moment, William tries to stick his rod in, but the boy can successfully wrestle himself free. His beautiful Armani shirt rips in pieces.

“Whatever, we'll tame this bitch later” growls William in reaction to his failed attempt at oral penetration. Instead, he starts jerking off over Troy. “Jesus man, I have to piss!” Jasper yells and starts to urinate over Troy. William is grunting now and shoots his smelly cum all over Troy.

After they are done, the boys tuck their tools back into their pants. They spit on Troy, as to emphasize that they’ve finished their task, at least for now, and walk away. They seem to have had their fun. "You'll be hearing from us, bitch!”, shouts William back over his shoulder as they leave the restroom.

Broken, sobbing, Troy sits on the restroom floor. He puts on his clothes again to the best of his ability. He has to get out of here.  He storms out of the restroom and out of the building, outside. To the park, where he can calmly collect his thoughts.

Troy collapses on a bench in the park where he begins to sob uncontrollably.

“Troy! Dude, what's the matter with you?"

Concerned, a boy rushes up to the boy on the park bench.

“Sod off Bastian! I need to be alone now” Troy sobs bitterly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" asks Bastian.

"No! Jerk! I'm not okay! I do not need you. Get lost, nerd!” Troy returns to his sobs.

Bastian looks at Troy in confusion, “OK, suit yourself…” and decides to go his own way.

—————  Sunday afternoon, Residence Van der Zandt, Provincetown

Troy doesn't wake up until Sunday afternoon, home in his own bed with a huge hangover. He feels empty and guilty about what happened. After all, he voluntarily went with Mark. He even bent over Mark's knee of his own accord. Why does he have these weird feelings? Is he a freak?

Troy shakes off the dark thoughts, he makes coffee and "breakfast" for himself if you can even call an afternoon meal that. After this change, Troy fills the bath with warm water and wonderfully scented bathing oil. He lies down in the pleasantly warm bath. He actually manages to relax a little. He's starting to feel human again.

After the bath, Troy distracts himself with his PlayStation. He almost manages to put the traumatic memory out of his mind for a moment. When gaming gets bored of him, he decides to binge-watch series on Netflix. Anything to forget.

Troy feels his phone vibrate in his pocket, a notification for a number of new messages. When he looks at his phone he sees a number of messages from Mark. At first, he gets an anxious feeling again, but soon his fear turns to anger! “What is that bastard thinking?”

The first message is a short video. It turns out that Mark, that son of a bitch, secretly recorded parts of their meeting in the restroom cubicle. Troy presses play. He dare not look. He hears Mark's voices and his own:

"Please Mark, may I suck that tasty big cock of yours? I need it in my mouth now.”"And what are you now, you filthy slut?" 

“I'm your cum craving slut Mark, I'm your cock sucking bitch” 

His anger grows. Angrily he reads the next message from Mark:

Yo, bitch, if you don't message us back within 15 minutes and agree to be our cock-sucking slave, we'll forward this interesting registration to your Dad, and you can forget about your easy rich boy life.

“What are those bastards thinking? Fuck it! I now have proof. They will regret this.” thinks Troy angrily. He sends a message back:

Fuck off! Up yours [middle finger emoticon]

He'll see what comes of it.

—————  Sunday afternoon, study George van der Zandt, residence Van der Zandt, Provincetown

George van der Zandt is working at his computer on a Sunday afternoon. A CEO's job never ends. Then a notification for a new mail will appear. Is it spam, or is it phishing? The title is weird and suspicious: “This is how your dear son spends his time in the restroom of the Student Association”. George takes the risk and decides to watch the attached video, to see what's going on here.

Tears well up in George's eyes as he watches the video. "Poor, poor boy". “I am indeed too late, I should have intervened much sooner.” But wallowing too long in regret isn’t George’s style. So George takes action. With a beating heart, he walks over to his son's bedroom. There he finds his son, staring blankly at the TV that plays Netflix series.

Quietly, George sits down next to his son on the couch and tenderly strokes his hair. “I've seen the video. I'm so sorry for you,” he says softly to his son. "I haven't been a good father to you, but know that I love you dearly."

Troy bursts into tears. His father embraces him as he tenderly touches his son's face in consolation. “Yes, cry sweety, throw out all the pain,” George encourages his son. Troy's head is now slumped and sobbing over his father's shoulder.

After a while, the sobbing slowly stops and father and son sit quietly next to each other on the couch, holding hands. Then Troy regains his voice somewhat. He lets his father read the chat with Mark on his phone. “I was blackmailed,” says Troy curtly.

“And you didn't go along with it” replies George, “I'm so proud of you”. George gives his son another hug.

Then Troy tells the whole story of what happened that night. George is furious: “Those bastards will regret it, mark my words!”. “We will have to file a report. Do you think you can handle that Troy?"

“I think so Dad, but I need some time to sort everything out”.

“That is understandable. But in the meantime, know that you absolutely do not have to feel guilty about what happened.”

Troy has tears in his eyes again, "I don't know dad, I think I'm a freak".

“Because of your submissive feelings, perhaps?” George can't suppress a small grin.

Troy tentatively nods yes, with teary eyes.

“That doesn't make you a freak at all sweetie, it's actually very beautiful. But I will explain that to you soon when you have recovered.”

—————  Wednesday evening, study, residence Van der Zandt, Provincetown

"I hope things have calmed down a bit for you now, boy."

“I'm fine Dad” replies Troy.

“Do you still feel guilty about certain things?” asks George

Troy stammers for a moment, nervously. “Despite everything that happened, I still have fantasies about being dominated.” The boy's cheeks are red with shame.

“There's nothing wrong with that, boy,” said George, “as I said before, it's very beautiful”.

“How can such a desire be beautiful!” exclaims Troy.

“Your submissive desires are a wonderful gift to the Dominant worthy enough to call himself your Dominant, boy. You gave away something very beautiful to someone who was totally unworthy of your splendor,” George paused to ponder his words, “I hold myself accountable for this to have happened”.

Troy looks at his father uncomprehendingly.

“I have neglected you, I have given you too much money and too little love. Even though I was more preoccupied with my job, your submissive feelings were obvious to me. I should have taught you to channel these feelings, to direct them in the right direction.” George sighed, “I have failed you there”.

George recovers “But the past is behind us, and a wonderful future awaits you. You will be able to explore your submissive feelings in a safe environment and you will find a Dominant worthy of being called your Dominant.”

"I have a plan. You will be nurtured and loved, you will learn to nurture and love others”.