"Hey, hey, hey, that's a mistake you made right there." He suddenly leaned down, I could feel his hot breath clashing onto the back of my neck, sending shivers all over me. "It's a bit racist, yeah." His laughter was that of a subtle, manly one, polite, yet filled to the brim with charm. "That is extremely racist," I said, trying to keep it nonchalant, fixing my eyes on the homework, but his enormous presence towering behind me felt almost oppressive.
Now you just need to graph its derivative, so draw the tangent lines first. "I thought you people are all good at studying." While I sat on my desk writing, he stood right behind me, one hand on my chair's backrest, giving instructions and quips with the other hand whenever he deemed fit. Stanley, with his charm and his erudition, often helped with my project. Indeed, I had, back in that small city, but the people out here in the city were just so much better at what they do, that I could barely keep up with the class. "I'm Eliane," I told him as we shook hands his hand was huge, wrapping around mine with a clean and assertive grip.Īs an East Asian immigrant, I grew up in a pretty strict Christian household and was expected to perform well above my peers academically. Later on, I learned that he was on the college swimming team, which probably explained his immaculate, perfectly toned physique. I was in awe of how good-looking he was: 6'5'' stature, chiseled cheekbones and jawlines, his earthly brown eyes could penetrate anyone who dared to oppose him in any way. Guess you are roommates." He said with an enchanting smile and an ever-so-subtle southern accent. I lived in the school's dormitory and I hadn't a friend to stick with, so they just randomly assigned me a roommate. This all started with me enrolling in this prestigious college. My penis, leaking with precum, had completely wetted my underpants, and a girly moan or two escaped my mouth as I buried my head in my arms, praying desperately to Lord the Father that this humiliation session would be over soon. I turned my head and, to my displeasure, spotted the master in crime: my roommate, Stanley, sitting just a few rows behind me, smiling at me with that handsome smirk of his he was enjoying himself immensely, to witness my utter and public degradation and embarrassment, and though I couldn't see him press the controller, the anal bead inside of me suddenly quaked like crazy, and with that anal plug Stanley had stuffed in me, the bead had nowhere else to go but press right against my prostate.
The anal bead in my butt was controlled by a remote, and the remote was currently at the hands of a complete and utter jerk who rejoiced at every chance to bully me into complete submission. My penis had been fully erect for at least twenty minutes, with my shifting my body left and right trying to assuage the pain of not being able to address it I swore the girl sitting right next to me was giving me side-eyes, maybe she noticed the crimson blush on my face.Īnxiety and dread filled my heart as I heard that small buzzing sound slowly growing louder in the background I was praying to God that no one, not a soul in this room, would notice that sound.
I was sitting in the middle of the lecture hall, surrounded by students who were jogging down notes and listening attentively.
The lecture hall was absolutely filled, I eyeballed it to be at least two hundred students in here, listening to that one professor up there blabbing about penal substitution, collective unconscious, übermensch, the transmission of original sin, etc the professor was a pretty famous guy, and the topic of discussion normally fascinated me to no end, but at this moment, I could barely concentrate on the lecture. The story contains non-consensual and iconoclasm content some may find offensive.