That goddamn necklace dangles in the air between us, rocking back and forth in my field of vision.
“Because even if youweren’tthe person who drugged me, you’re a smart guy, Oliver,” he says, his voice low. “You know you have leverage on me. So I need leverage on you.”
“You get us both kicked from Crimson if anyone sees this video. You know that, right?”
“I do. Rather go down with you than go down alone. I have reasons I need to be in Crimson, even if I’d rather slash my own skin than deal with people like you.”
I exhale, closing my eyes. “Fuck you.”
“You’re going to look right into this camera as you take my cock.”
He moves forward again and puts his tip to my lips, pushing against me as he records us.
I don’t open for him this time.
I stare up at him.
Challenging him.
Could end you right now, I think.
Punch him somewhere that would cause him exceeding amounts of pain.
Instead I look up at him, then look at the camera.
I part my lips and Niko takes the moment to push in as deep as he can go again. I whimper before my air is cut off. It’s impossible to breathe for a moment, and I feel the slight sting of tears at each corner of my eyes, and I know it’s all on camera as tears fall down the sides of my face.
It’s like I’m on a razor’s edge of horribly bad decisions.
This could ruin me.
And it’s also undoubtedly the hottest thing I have ever done.The only thing I’ve ever done.
I look over at the camera as Niko fucks my mouth, and instead of feeling shame or guilt or panic, I feel something else.
I feel like I’ve won.
Know you’ll watch this video later.
Hope you watch and remember how my virgin mouth was better than anyone else’s.
Hope you’re flooded with shame about how much you truly wanted to throatfuck me.
Me. Oliver Ashford, the sweet guy you claim to hate.
“You take it well,” he murmurs as he starts to thrust in a steady rhythm. “Should have done this a long time ago. Should have known you’d be good to use and throw away, because that’s whatfuckboyslike me are good at, right, Ollie?”
I groan as he reaches back his hand to squeeze my dick again. If I wasn’t so focused on him I’d probably be able to come just from that touch alone.
He brings his hand back up to my hair again.
I can tell he’s close.
He grips my hair in his fist and yanks my head backward, pushing me back onto the pillow. His cock shoves into my mouth again, and he thrusts faster, his expression cold and unfeeling.
“Remember this for the rest of the school year, Oliver. Remember how you choked on my dick and how hard it made you. Remember that I canownyou whenever I’d like. Remember that if you say a word to the college about what I do, this video will be in every university inbox the next day. Students. Staff. Professors.”
It’s starting to hurt now. My throat aches from his size and I know I’m going to be sore tomorrow every time I speak.
