Stagger into bed

Your head is filled with a blinding headache. You barely make to your room without throwing up. You open the door, lock it, and fall into bed. In spite of the pain, you fall asleep in minutes.

When you wake up, your head is still throbbing. You check the clock and see that you've missed dinner in the dining hall. You see that Dan has cleaned the room. You think you need a shower to help you feel better. You get ready and take clothes into the bathroom. As you lather up, your mind wanders to thoughts of Professor Porter. You get hard and jerk off to images of you dominating her with your voice. You growl and pour your seed down the drain. The orgasm helps your headache.

When you get back to the room, your roommate is unloading beer into the mini-fridge.

"Hey, beer," you say, your voice gravelly and hoarse.

"Have one, Simon," Dan says, handing you a brew.

"Open it for me, please," you ask, testing your power.

"Open it yourself, dude." He tosses it. You grab the can out of the air. You pop the top yourself. At least the rest of your commands are still being followed by Dan.

Your voice must not be working. Did you over do it to get Peter to submit to you? You've never had someone resist that much. The beer feels good on your throat. Maybe you better get something else to help soothe your throat. Cough drops, or something.

For now, you are too tired to do anything, though your rumbling stomach is worrisome. "I'm going to get a candy bar. You want anything?" You fish in your desk for change.

"Nope, I'm good. Sorry, you're sick, dude."

"Thanks."

You walk to the vending machines near the elevators and get a Snicker bar. As you pass his room, you see Peter. You make sure he can see the can of beer in your hand. He notices, but just waves at you. You chuckle to yourself. Hopefully, you haven't ruined your voice permanently, but, if you have, at least you got some good out of it, with your roommate no longer a mooching slob, and your R.A. in line. Oh, and your midterm! You'd almost forgotten! You rush back to your room.

"Oh, shit! I have to study. Porter let me retake my midterm."

"Wow. That's got to be a first. I'll take some beers to Jimmy's room and let you study. I'll be back later."

"That'd be great, Dan. Thanks for being considerate."

You pull out your books as Dan fills a bag with several beers. He leaves and you study.

About an hour and a half later, you feel better about the test, especially since it'll be open-book. When Dan comes back to the room, you find your voice almost gone to laryngitis. You decide to give your voice a rest and go to bed early.