He takes you to his car

After giving you a few moments to lick your fingers clean, Patrick orders you to stand, and you shakily rise to your feet. He hands two backpacks to you. One you recognize as your own, and figure the other must be his. He commands you to follow, and you trail behind him as he walks away. Your face burns red with humiliation as you carry his things for him, the taste and scent of cum drying on your face. Pussy juice drips down your thighs from the ceaseless pulses of pleasure. Luckily, he avoids busy hallways and you don't encounter anyone.

You step out into the cool evening air of the parking lot. A few people are around, so you follow quickly as Patrick leads you to his car, thankfully not drawing any attention. He opens the trunk, places both bags inside, and looks expectantly at you. "Sir...?" you ask. His eyes turn hard. "You want to be a perfect little toy for me, right? That's what you asked of me?" You nod desperately. "Well toys go in the trunk with the other objects. I'm starting to have my doubts that that's really what you want. Do you want me to leave you here?"

"No sir!" You plead desperately. "Please sir, I want to be a good little toy slut for you. I'll be good. Please let me get into your trunk." You try not to notice other students curious gazes from across the parking lot. Seemingly satisfied, Patrick gestures and you obediently step up into the trunk, curling into a ball so that he can close the door, which he does with a soft thud. Shortly after, you hear the engine start and the car begins to move.