Leave for now ( Path)

Not wanting to confront him head on, you decide to leave immediately and took the key and note with you. Once you were in your own dorm room (which fortunately was a single), you immediately locked the room and placed the note and key in the drawer where you hid your valuables.

Afterwards, you laid back on your bed and scrolled through your phone, pulling up those pictures of Jon as your impressive cock angrily ached in your shorts. Although you never thought of him that way, seeing him with his cock locked up like that, made him terrifyingly hot in your lust-addled mind.

Pulling out your throbbing eight-inch member, you stroked it slowly as you imagined Jon squirming beneath you, his cock straining uselessly against that plastic cage completely helpless and leaking.

“Please, Damien… I want to cum… Let me cum…”, you imagined him begging in his deep, velvety baritone voice as he knelt in front of you, his eyes looking up into your eyes.

You panted as your strokes become faster and rougher. Pre-cum oozed from the swollen tip, coating your fingers as you twisted and squeezed. Imagining jerking off in front of a locked Jon, his envious eyes staring at your free, erect cock while his was painfully locked made your heavy balls tighten. Your climax was approaching.

With a few more frantic pumps, you threw your head back, painting your abs and chest with thick ropes of pearly seed as you reached you peak. Panting harshly, you milked out every last drop, a satisfied smirk on your lips at the forbidden fantasy. As your breathing slowed, you cleaned yourself up with a shirt and tossed it aside carelessly. You then glanced at the photo again and began to plot on how to take his forward.

Creating a new Snapchat account, you dropped Jon a message that read: “Looking to be unlocked?”