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Later.” “Should I go back to my room?” “Nah. Sit here. Just for a minute. So I know you’re not gonna pass out and choke on your own puke.” “How’d you know — you know, what to do if I fainted?” He sat at his desk and opened a textbook, threw me a quick sideways sneer. “Fuck, Boner, I thought reporters looked shit up. I’m premed, dumbass.” “Oh. Thanks for — not — ” “Shut up, asshole.<\/p>\n

I’m studying. Water in the fridge. Grab a bottle for yourself and get me a beer.” I did as I was told, sipped the cold water, and watched him study. I don’t know why, but I felt calm, safe. He’d tie me up and make me suck his teammates. He’d knock me around, maybe even hurt me, if it amused his friends.<\/p>\n

But he also took care of me. Like you took care of property, I thought. And the twinge in my cock traveled all the way up to my heart. The thought should have horrified me. It didn’t. I ran it through my head again. He took care of me like I was his property. Yeah. After he was sure I wasn’t going to pass out again, he pointed at the door without looking up. I left, into that loud hallway, and I remembered what Guthrie said, that these boys were apes.<\/p>\n

They sounded like it. But they were also human. I went back to my room, and even though Neal hadn’t come back, I didn’t play with myself. You don’t play with other people’s property, I told myself, and the warm rush of surrender that spread through me was better than an orgasm anyway. I fell asleep, and in my dreams they didn’t just tape down my hands. They taped me to the bed, and opened the door of the dorm, and invited all the Jackals in to have their fun.<\/p>\n

I woke up in the morning, hit the snooze alarm, and tried to chase the dream for a few more minutes before I had to go to class. OceanofPDF.com Chapter 4: Taped The energy of a locker room on game day is frightening, like the rush of an oncoming storm. It’s scary, seeing the sky turn black and the wind whip green leaves off the trees.<\/p>\n

But part of you cheers at it, exults in it, wants the wind to pick you up and take you away, to become that natural force. The only place on earth where men can become a force as great as a storm may be the locker room, right after the coach’s pep talk.<\/p>\n

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author\u2019s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. OceanofPDF.com Table of Contents Chapter 1: Omega Chapter 2: Boner Chapter 3: Owned Chapter 4: Taped Chapter 5: Hurt Chapter 6: Used Chapter 7: Filled OceanofPDF.com Chapter 1: Omega “Micah,” Professor Smyth said. “A word.” I was packing up my books and getting ready to head out.<\/p>\n

Professor Smyth was a stickler for not packing up until the hour was over. He’d raise those bushy white eyebrows, crinkle up a frown under his white beard, and hmph if you so much as put a paper in a folder while he was still talking. “Yeah?” He turned the computer lectern toward me.<\/p>\n

It was my article for the online newspaper. “The Jackals were victorious — ” he read, over my shoulder. He paused. “What’s wrong with that?” I looked back at him. “Passive voice,” I said. He raised an eyebrow in his that’s stupid expression. “No. Just dull. Let’s read on,” he said. ” — were victorious over our downstate rivals — ” He paused again. “Do you have an aversion to the mention of our fair neighbors to the south?”<\/p>\n

“No, sir.” “And yet you don’t name them.” “No, sir.” “How long have we been rivals of Carbondale?” “Uh — ” “Rivalry implies a long-term relationship of jovial enmity. Surely you looked into that, since you made that claim.” “Uh.” He shook his head. “Micah, you are a better writer than this. No, a better journalist.<\/p>\n

I know it’s early in the semester, but if you keep posting this sort of thing — ” He tapped the screen with a manicured fingernail. He was a little effeminate, even with the beard. I kind of liked him for that. He was an asshole, but a kindred asshole. I wasn’t exactly feminine — but I was soft, quiet, slender.<\/p>\n

The word “sissy” was almost a nickname. Which is why I had to drop this class. I tried to explain. “I know I missed the sign-up sheet because I was sick.” I actually had just slept through my alarm, but for all his fluttery wrists during class, Smyth was no sissy, not when he got mad. “But — I don’t know anything about football.<\/p>\n

Like, nothing. Couldn’t I trade with D’von? I know he probably isn’t too interested in drama and the concert series, and he’s on the football team.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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