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Ask Alex to shut up and get you off

ErBonnie — Tue, 10 Dec 2024 15:08:08 GMT

ErBonnie: Format issue

You really aren't feeling the dirty talk Alex is hinting at, not when you're already on edge over the whole thing. You shut him up with a simple look he's more than used to getting from you, all be it in much different contexts. Thankfully Alex was good at picking up on little signals like that, and doesn't continue his train of thought out loud again, he slips back into his cool demeanor, cupping you and twisting around to give as much attention to you as he can without giving away what was going on to potential spectators.

Returning to enjoying yourself, you do notice that there are two people taking part in this, and you go to mimic Alex's own actions. You do as he did, tracing your hand up to his leg, which clearly catches Alex off guard as he lets out a gasp that carries enough to have you both freezing in place. It was a bad time, but you realized just how close you were in that moment, probably because you'd been getting a handjob for the best part of the lecture, and not because of the sounds you'd just jolted out of Alex, or the way his eyes had shot open for a fraction of a second, only to shut, joined with a bite of his lip clearly trying to stop himself doing anything else.

"That was your fault" Alex whispers, doubling his efforts on you. The building tempo almost had you groan, but you weren't as jumpy as certain other people. You go to make that point pretty clear before Alex stops you.

"I'll get off later. I'm really not good at keeping quiet". At least he can admit it. You have to really focus on controlling your breathing. You'd already been brought so close to the edge already, it only took a particularly good jerk and Alex was working you through one of the quietist orgasms you'd ever had. Alex managed to catch most in his other hand that had reached down as soon as he felt the drip of your first wave.

Alex took the liberty of disposing of the cum into a tissue paper and wrapped that up in a spare piece of paper from your bag. It would make it less conspicuous. Alex leans back, basking in his smug satisfaction of getting you off. The only thing that stopped you from laughing him off, was the clear glares Johnson was shooting your way.

"He knows" You pointed out, heart dropping.

"Whoops. Oh well, I'll handle it later, teach won't let his favorite student get expelled would he?"

Honestly, you weren't so sure.
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By the time the lecture was over, you were ready to go for dinner like everyone else. You grabbed Alex and tried pulling him quickly out of the door as if that would stop the both of you being reprimanded somehow. As you were halfway out the door, a rough grip tightened around your shoulder and you thought you'd be done for.

"And where are you off in such a hurry?" Johnson's beady eyes stared down, glaring almost.

"Just wanted to skip the lines for food, sir" Alex chipped in, drawing the professor's attention onto him, saving you from the trouble.

"Not you Alex, you stay here - your friend can go on without you" He snarled, shoving you out of the door unceremoniously. and closing the door behind. You were left on your own in the hall, with nothing much to do. That was ... a weird turn of events. I mean sure, it was definitely Alex's fault, but you hadn't expected Johnson to pass over an opportunity to ruin your life.

[[Magic And Mayhem- Head back to the house to check on Nathan M | Leave Alexander to it and go back home]]

[[Go to grab some food at the cafeteria]]

[[Wait outside for Alexander]]

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Ask Alex to shut up and get you off

ErBonnie — Tue, 10 Dec 2024 15:06:03 GMT

ErBonnie: Just shaping up the format

You really aren't feeling the dirty talk Alex is hinting at, not when you're already on edge over the whole thing. You shut him up with a simple look he's more than used to getting from you, all be it in much different contexts. Thankfully Alex was good at picking up on little signals like that, and doesn't continue his train of thought out loud again, he slips back into his cool demeanor, cupping you and twisting around to give as much attention to you as he can without giving away what was going on to potential spectators.

Returning to enjoying yourself, you do notice that there are two people taking part in this, and you go to mimic Alex's own actions. You do as he did, tracing your hand up to his leg, which clearly catches Alex off guard as he lets out a gasp that carries enough to have you both freezing in place. It was a bad time, but you realized just how close you were in that moment, probably because you'd been getting a handjob for the best part of the lecture, and not because of the sounds you'd just jolted out of Alex, or the way his eyes had shot open for a fraction of a second, only to shut, joined with a bite of his lip clearly trying to stop himself doing anything else.

"That was your fault" Alex whispers, doubling his efforts on you. The building tempo almost had you groan, but you weren't as jumpy as certain other people. You go to make that point pretty clear before Alex stops you.

"I'll get off later. I'm really not good at keeping quiet". At least he can admit it. You have to really focus on controlling your breathing. You'd already been brought so close to the edge already, it only took a particularly good jerk and Alex was working you through one of the quietist orgasms you'd ever had. Alex managed to catch most in his other hand that had reached down as soon as he felt the drip of your first wave.

Alex took the liberty of disposing of the cum into a tissue paper and wrapped that up in a spare piece of paper from your bag. It would make it less conspicuous. Alex leans back, basking in his smug satisfaction of getting you off. The only thing that stopped you from laughing him off, was the clear glares Johnson was shooting your way.

"He knows" You pointed out, heart dropping.

"Whoops. Oh well, I'll handle it later, teach won't let his favorite student get expelled would he?"

Honestly, you weren't so sure.
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By the time the lecture was over, you were ready to go for dinner like everyone else. You grabbed Alex and tried pulling him quickly out of the door as if that would stop the both of you being reprimanded somehow. As you were halfway out the door, a rough grip tightened around your shoulder and you thought you'd be done for.

"And where are you off in such a hurry?" Johnson's beady eyes stared down, glaring almost.

"Just wanted to skip the lines for food, sir" Alex chipped in, drawing the professor's attention onto him, saving you from the trouble.

"Not you Alex, you stay here - your friend can go on without you" He snarled, shoving you out of the door unceremoniously. and closing the door behind. You were left on your own in the hall, with nothing much to do. That was ... a weird turn of events. I mean sure, it was definitely Alex's fault, but you hadn't expected Johnson to pass over an opportunity to ruin your life.

[[Magic And Mayhem- Head back to the house to check on Nathan M | Leave Alexander to it and go back home]]
[[Go to grab some food at the cafeteria]]
[[Wait outside for Alexander]]

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This is wrong, you fight Johnson right then and there, M

ErBonnie — Wed, 27 Dec 2023 14:58:48 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'The sight before you was unbearable – Johnson, a teacher, has cornered Alexander against the desk, his face contorted into a sneer as he berated him, down right abused him from…'

The sight before you was unbearable – Johnson, a teacher, has cornered Alexander against the desk, his face contorted into a sneer as he berated him, down right abused him from the way he's stood with is belt undone. Alex's orange-themed clothes seemed to glow with an underlying fire, but he appeared to be doing everything in his power not to let it show. His eyes held a mixture of emotions that were hard to untangle.

Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline surging through your veins. You couldn't just stand idly by while someone mistreated your friend like this. Taking it as the worst-case scenario, your fingers tightened around your wand as you drew it swiftly, aiming it aggressively toward Johnson. "Miserable?" you growled, voice trembling with anger, "I'll show you miserable. Get. Away. From. Him."

Johnson's eyes darkened, finally registering the threat you posed. He stepped away from Alex, who was still processing you being in the room, trying to regather the unfolding scene. Alex stood slowly, wiping his mouth with the back of his sleeve. "Put that away," Johnson snarled, baring his teeth like a feral animal. "Or I'll have you expelled for misuse of magic."

Your grip on the wand didn't waver, but doubt began to creep in. Was it worth risking expulsion? You glanced over at Alex, who met your gaze with his brown highlights. He stepped between the two of you. His hand was out reached towards you silently asking you to back down.

"Well, hello sweetheart" he was chuckling, voice horse from what he'd been doing "I think we might have got off on the wrong foot"

[[ This is wrong, but lower your wand, M | You lower your wand to hear Alex out ]]

[[ This is wrong, Johnson needs to be taught a lesson, M | You don't lower your wand, Johnson can't be trusted ]]

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Playfully, run to transfiguration class, M

ErBonnie — Wed, 27 Dec 2023 03:48:31 GMT

ErBonnie:

You raced down the hallway after Alex, narrowly dodging other students as you went. His hand was warm in your own, his grip firm as he pulled you along. You could see the door to the Transfiguration classroom in the distance, the sounds of her lecturing the class already drifting into the hall as she greeted and small talked to her students. Alex skidded to a stop just outside the door, pausing to catch his breath. He looked up at you, eyes bright with mirth, and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"How do I look?" he asked, attempting to smooth his rumpled clothes with little success.

"Like you just got thoroughly fu-," you told him with a smirk.

"Stop fantasizing and at least tell me I'm not covered in your cum or something"

He snorted as you flushed, swallowing and looking down at your own clothes to see if you should be worried about any white stains or not.

"Charming. At least try to look normal, would you? If Tyler sees how disheveled we are, she's sure to guess what we were up to."

Alex snickered "She never notices. None of you seem to unless I make it obvious" You nodded, taking a moment to straighten your own clothes and run a hand through your hair in an attempt to tame the mess Alex had made of it, chewing on the piece of information Alex had just blessed you with. Once you were both moderately presentable again, Alex sniffed and led you through the doorway.

Your lecturer looked up from her notes at the front of the room, frowning as she took in your disarrayed appearance. Her gaze narrowed, and for a moment you were sure she was about to call you out in front of the entire class. But after a brief pause, she simply shook her head and looked away, apparently deciding to let your tardiness slide.

Breathing a silent sigh of relief, you slid into your seats next to Tyler at the back of the room. Tyler was the one you most wanted to hide what you'd done from, unsure of how you could even begin to justify getting a blowjob at such a major moment. Not to his sister anyway.

"Wow," Tyler giggled, eyeing your disheveled states. "You guys look like you ran a marathon!"

"Something like that," you laugh, tossing Alex a look that he returns with a cocked eyebrow. She had no idea about Alex's actions, and you preferred to keep it that way. Alex himself had settled in much faster than you, lounging in his seat with an easy smile directed at his sister. His relaxed demeanor a far cry from the man who'd so easily swallowed your cock not twenty minutes ago, wanting his hair pulled and his tongue busy.

"Isn't he the best?" Tyler whispered, nudging your side playfully and distracting you from your thoughts. Her enthusiasm was infectious, you couldn't help but smile. ''"Alright, class,"'' the teacher called out, her voice booming in the room. "I need a volunteer for our first demonstration." Tyler's eyes lit up, and she nodded excitedly towards Alex, urging him to raise his hand.

"Go on," you muttered, giving Alex a gentle nudge.

"Me?" he asked, the lazy grin on his face betraying no hint of the secrets he held. Tyler nodded silently, her eyes giddy with anticipation. With a teasing sigh, Alex raised his hand, and pushed himself out of his chair to be the volunteer Madam had asked for.As

"Very well," the teacher said, beckoning him forward. "Come up here, Alex."

As he stood and made his way to the front of the classroom, you couldn't help but marvel at his ability to switch gears so effortlessly. There was no hint of what had transpired earlier aside from the pop of his collar, and yet, it lingered in your mind like a secret you couldn't shake off. You refocused on the lesson, knowing that dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. But as the class continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Alex, wondering what else he might be hiding behind that charming smile.

[[Focus on the transfiguration, M| Watch Alex as he helps out with the transfiguration lesson]]

[[ Focus on the transfiguration, join Alex as a volunteer, M | Decide to be a good sport and volunteer with Alex too ]]

[[ Talk to Tyler and ask how work went, M | Talk to Tyler and ask her how work went ]]

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Playfully, run to transfiguration class, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 26 Dec 2023 10:09:32 GMT

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Alex finishes you off with his mouth, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 26 Dec 2023 09:43:30 GMT

ErBonnie:

He hummed in response, the vibrations thrumming through you, sending sparks dancing across your skin. His hand moved in tandem with his mouth, twisting and stroking in a rhythm all his own, building the pressure within you until you thought you might burst from the sensation of it all.

And then, suddenly, you were tumbling over the edge, gripped by the rolling waves of your release as Alex continued his ministrations, drawing out each tremor and shudder until you were left boneless and sated. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glinting with self-satisfaction. "My compliments to the chef," he quipped, unable to resist the jest. You let out a breathless laugh, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Reaching down, you grabbed Alex by the shoulders and hauled him up until he was standing before you, a wicked grin on his face.

"You're incorrigible," you told him, attempting a stern look that failed miserably in the face of your mirth.

"You love it," he shot back, leaning in to brush his lips against your own in a fleeting kiss.

Before you could respond, a sudden burst of laughter and voices outside the room caught your attention, the sounds of students in the hallway filtering through the door.

"Shit," Alex hissed, scrambling to make himself presentable. He grabbed your hand, pulling you along as he darted out of the room. "If we're late to Tyler's class again, she's going to kill us!"

You laughed, following after him as he led you through the halls at a run, the exhilaration of the moment and the thrill of evading discovery leaving you giddy in its wake.

[[Playfully, run to transfiguration class, M| Playfully run to transfiguration class ]]

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Alex finishes you off with his mouth, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 26 Dec 2023 09:42:15 GMT

ErBonnie:

He hummed in response, the vibrations thrumming through you, sending sparks dancing across your skin. His hand moved in tandem with his mouth, twisting and stroking in a rhythm all his own, building the pressure within you until you thought you might burst from the sensation of it all.

And then, suddenly, you were tumbling over the edge, gripped by the rolling waves of your release as Alex continued his ministrations, drawing out each tremor and shudder until you were left boneless and sated. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glinting with self-satisfaction. "My compliments to the chef," he quipped, unable to resist the jest. You let out a breathless laugh, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Reaching down, you grabbed Alex by the shoulders and hauled him up until he was standing before you, a wicked grin on his face.

"You're incorrigible," you told him, attempting a stern look that failed miserably in the face of your mirth.

"You love it," he shot back, leaning in to brush his lips against your own in a fleeting kiss.

Before you could respond, a sudden burst of laughter and voices outside the room caught your attention, the sounds of students in the hallway filtering through the door.

"Shit," Alex hissed, scrambling to make himself presentable. He grabbed your hand, pulling you along as he darted out of the room. "If we're late to Tyler's class again, she's going to kill us!"

You laughed, following after him as he led you through the halls at a run, the exhilaration of the moment and the thrill of evading discovery leaving you giddy in its wake.

[[Playfully, run to transfiguration class]]

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Alex finishes you off with his mouth, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 26 Dec 2023 09:28:24 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'He hummed in response, the vibrations thrumming through you, sending sparks dancing across your skin. His hand moved in tandem with his mouth, twisting and stroking in a rhythm a…'

He hummed in response, the vibrations thrumming through you, sending sparks dancing across your skin. His hand moved in tandem with his mouth, twisting and stroking in a rhythm all his own, building the pressure within you until you thought you might burst from the sensation of it all.

And then, suddenly, you were tumbling over the edge, gripped by the rolling waves of your release as Alex continued his ministrations, drawing out each tremor and shudder until you were left boneless and sated. He pulled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes glinting with self-satisfaction. "My compliments to the chef," he quipped, unable to resist the jest. You let out a breathless laugh, your chest heaving as you struggled to catch your breath. Reaching down, you grabbed Alex by the shoulders and hauled him up until he was standing before you, a wicked grin on his face.

"You're incorrigible," you told him, attempting a stern look that failed miserably in the face of your mirth.

"You love it," he shot back, leaning in to brush his lips against your own in a fleeting kiss.

Before you could respond, a sudden burst of laughter and voices outside the room caught your attention, the sounds of students in the hallway filtering through the door.

"Shit," Alex hissed, scrambling to make himself presentable. He grabbed your hand, pulling you along as he darted out of the room. "If we're late to Tyler's class again, she's going to kill us!"

You laughed, following after him as he led you through the halls at a run, the exhilaration of the moment and the thrill of evading discovery leaving you giddy in its wake.

[[Quickly, Run to transfiguration class]]

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Let him do what he's doing and just enjoy

ErBonnie — Tue, 26 Dec 2023 09:25:35 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Alex continued his endeavors with a passion that spoke volumes of his hidden fervor, a fervor that defied the lazy facade he often wore like a second skin. His tongue, a meticulo…'

Alex continued his endeavors with a passion that spoke volumes of his hidden fervor, a fervor that defied the lazy facade he often wore like a second skin. His tongue, a meticulous artisan, painted strokes of pleasure across your sensitized flesh, drawing out a symphony of sensations that crescendoed within you, making the stars behind your eyelids burst in silent fireworks.

"Doing okay?" His voice was a velvet rumble, the vibrations sending tremors through you. Your response was a breathless chuckle, a testament to your struggle against the rising tide within, as you fought the urge to give in to the primal instinct to buck into the warm cavern of his mouth. He seemed to relish this, the way you were barely hanging on by a thread, and with a deliberate slowness that was maddening, he unfurled his tongue, flattened it against you, and enveloped you entirely. The sensation was akin to being swallowed whole by the sea, waves of warmth lapping at every inch of you, each pull of his mouth coaxing you deeper into the depths of abandon.

Your hands found purchase in his messy unstyled hair, the contrasting orange hues a stark reminder of the fire that smoldered within him—fire no one else knew he possessed. It was his secret, a potent energy that he harbored just beneath the surface, which now seemed to infuse his every movement with an intensity that left you gasping.

"Alex..." The word fell from your lips like a prayer

He looked up at you then, his blue eyes alight with mischief and triumph, the corners crinkling with unspoken laughter. His gaze held yours, locking you in place even as his hand and mouth continued their coordinated assault, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through you. A playful peck was planted atop your head, drawing a surprised arc from your spine as if he'd struck a chord deep within. "You're being so good for me," Alex teased, his words dancing against your skin, "letting me use you to keep my mouth from getting bored."

"Generous to a fault," you managed to quip back, the sound more strained than you intended as your grip in his hair tightened involuntarily.

"Only the best for you," he murmured, his tone low and sultry, a promise wrapped within a jest.

He resumed his ministrations with renewed vigor, each movement calculated, each caress deliberate. You could all but feel the latent power of his magic, a current just beneath the service, fueling his actions, driving you both towards an inevitable conclusion that lingered just out of reach, teasing, taunting.

"Alex," you whispered once more, a plea without words, a supplication to the flame that threatened to consume you both.

[[ Alex finishes you off with his mouth, M | You get to finish in Alex's mouth]]

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Johnson takes his time recovering his breath, M

ErBonnie — Mon, 25 Dec 2023 05:08:00 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Johnson ran his hand down Alex's back, shivering in the aftermath of his orgasm. He loved the way Alex felt like this, vulnerable and under his control. His hand smoothed into Al…'

Johnson ran his hand down Alex's back, shivering in the aftermath of his orgasm. He loved the way Alex felt like this, vulnerable and under his control. His hand smoothed into Alex's hair, feeling the young student struggling to hold his breath with difficulty, unable to gasp for air due to the length in his mouth.

"Can't breathe, can you?" Johnson taunted, a wicked smile on his face.

Finally, Johnson pulled away from Alex, saliva connecting the two of them in a stringy line. The orange clad Alex coughed, sputtering for oxygen, and for a few seconds, Johnson seemed almost tender as he stroked the hair behind Alex's ears. It was hard to comprehend what was happening before your very eyes.

"Better, boy?" Johnson asked, his voice softening for just a moment.

"Y-yes... thank you," Alex whispered, his cheeks flushed and his breathing still ragged.

You didn't know what to think of it all, but one thing was clear – Johnson enjoyed having power over others. And as much as you disliked it, there was something undeniably captivating about the raw intensity between him and Alex. An uneasy thought lingered in your mind: Would you be able to resist that same power if it were ever directed at you? The moment of tenderness shattered as Johnson's face contorted into a sneer, his eyes locking onto yours. "You're a fun little spectator," he snarled through a laugh, the sound of students bustling behind the door providing a stark contrast to the scene that unfolded within. As if nothing had happened, Johnson casually packed himself away into his trousers, his voice cold and commanding. "You're both needed at the Library tonight. Count it as your punishment for making my classroom smell like sex."

You glanced over at Alex, whose cheeks were flushed and eyes watery from the ordeal he'd just experienced. He seemed so vulnerable, an image that was difficult to forget.

"Now. Get the fuck out," Johnson snapped, waving his hand dismissively to unlock the door. Obediently, Alex stumbled to his feet, still dazed from the events that had transpired. You reached out your arm to offer him support, but he jerked away, avoiding any physical contact with you.

"We're late for class," he said, his voice emotionless and devoid of any indication of the intimate moment he'd shared with Johnson. There was only a soft gravel to his tone, betraying the lingering effects of the encounter. The door swung open, and you both stepped out into the hallway, leaving behind the suffocating atmosphere of the classroom.

As you walked side by side, you couldn't help but replay the scene in your head, the raw power and vulnerability etched into your memory.

[[ Tenderly sneak into Transfiguration as if you hadn't just watched Alex take a dick, M | Sneak back into transfiguration ]]

[[ You're still hard ... ask if Alex would help you out, M | You're still hard ... ask Alex to give you a hand ]]

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Monster energy, just watch, let Johnson cum down Alex's throat, M

ErBonnie — Mon, 25 Dec 2023 04:53:58 GMT

ErBonnie:

You stood there, frozen in time as you helplessly watched Johnson's brutal use of your friend. The dim light from the room casting eerie shadows on their faces as beads of sweat formed and trickled down Alex's face. "Come on, Alex," Johnson taunted, his voice a low growl as he got rougher with every passing moment. "Is that all you've got?" His words were like poison, dripping with malice and degradation. But Alex, strong-willed and determined, continued to struggle against his so-called punishment.

"Look at him," The sound of Johnson's laughter filled the room, drowning out any other noise. It was sharp and mocking, like a heavy metal guitar riff played at full volume, pointing out how much Alex seemed to be secretly enjoying everything he was receiving. As Johnson laughed and taunted Alex, his face twisted into a cruel smirk, his eyes filled with malice and superiority. It was a display of power and control that made your blood run cold. "He's practically begging for more. Aren't you, pretty boy?" Johnson's voice was a predator's purr, full of dominance and cruel satisfaction, as he delighted in the sight of your friend's helpless submission to his torment. It was a twisted display of power and lust, with Alex's body and mind both at the mercy of Johnson's dark desires.

"Shut up," Alex spat through the cock still buried in his mouth, trying to save face despite the turmoil inside him. It only served to come out like a wanton gargle that Johnson somehow managed to decipher

"Ah, come on," Johnson smirked, relishing in the twisted power dynamic. "You know you like it when I treat you like this. And what about our dear friend here? I bet they're getting a real kick out of watching us." "Give it up, Alex" Johnson snarled, pressing even closer. "You want them to think better of you? They already know where your worth is."

Alex's eyes met yours for a brief moment. "Ugh, yeah, that's it," Johnson groaned, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Alex's choked, muffled sounds filled the room, adding to the cacophony of agony that surrounded you. Then, without warning, Alex let out a stifled groan that seemed to echo through the room. His eyes had lidded, and his body involuntarily jerked, like he'd just ridden a deep high. A fresh set of tears pricked his eyes and it was the breaking point for Johnson, who suddenly bucked violently into Alex, gripping him tightly, his waist bending as he pulled Alex closer.

"Take it, Bitch!" Johnson moaned, releasing himself into Alex's mouth, forcing him to swallow every drop.

And yet, through it all, you remained immobile, a mere spectator to the horrifying events unfolding before you. You hated yourself for your inability to intervene, to protect your friend from the degradation and pain that Johnson had inflicted upon him. The weight of your guilt bore down on you, suffocating you, as you stood there, watching the entire time.

[[ Johnson takes his time recovering his breath, M | You wait for Alex to be let go ]]

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Monster energy, just watch, let Johnson cum down Alex's throat, M

ErBonnie — Mon, 25 Dec 2023 04:53:38 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You stood there, frozen in time as you helplessly watched Johnson's brutal use of your friend. The dim light from the room casting eerie shadows on their faces as beads of sweat …'

You stood there, frozen in time as you helplessly watched Johnson's brutal use of your friend. The dim light from the room casting eerie shadows on their faces as beads of sweat formed and trickled down Alex's face. "Come on, Alex," Johnson taunted, his voice a low growl as he got rougher with every passing moment. "Is that all you've got?" His words were like poison, dripping with malice and degradation. But Alex, strong-willed and determined, continued to struggle against his so-called punishment.

"Stop it, Johnson" you thought, mentally pleading for the torment to end, but your voice refused to cooperate.

"Look at him," The sound of Johnson's laughter filled the room, drowning out any other noise. It was sharp and mocking, like a heavy metal guitar riff played at full volume, pointing out how much Alex seemed to be secretly enjoying everything he was receiving. As Johnson laughed and taunted Alex, his face twisted into a cruel smirk, his eyes filled with malice and superiority. It was a display of power and control that made your blood run cold. "He's practically begging for more. Aren't you, pretty boy?" Johnson's voice was a predator's purr, full of dominance and cruel satisfaction, as he delighted in the sight of your friend's helpless submission to his torment. It was a twisted display of power and lust, with Alex's body and mind both at the mercy of Johnson's dark desires.

"Shut up," Alex spat through the cock still buried in his mouth, trying to save face despite the turmoil inside him. It only served to come out like a wanton gargle that Johnson somehow managed to decipher

"Ah, come on," Johnson smirked, relishing in the twisted power dynamic. "You know you like it when I treat you like this. And what about our dear friend here? I bet they're getting a real kick out of watching us." "Give it up, Alex" Johnson snarled, pressing even closer. "You want them to think better of you? They already know where your worth is."

Alex's eyes met yours for a brief moment. "Ugh, yeah, that's it," Johnson groaned, his voice sending shivers down your spine. Alex's choked, muffled sounds filled the room, adding to the cacophony of agony that surrounded you. Then, without warning, Alex let out a stifled groan that seemed to echo through the room. His eyes had lidded, and his body involuntarily jerked, like he'd just ridden a deep high. A fresh set of tears pricked his eyes and it was the breaking point for Johnson, who suddenly bucked violently into Alex, gripping him tightly, his waist bending as he pulled Alex closer.

"Take it, Bitch!" Johnson moaned, releasing himself into Alex's mouth, forcing him to swallow every drop.

And yet, through it all, you remained immobile, a mere spectator to the horrifying events unfolding before you. You hated yourself for your inability to intervene, to protect your friend from the degradation and pain that Johnson had inflicted upon him. The weight of your guilt bore down on you, suffocating you, as you stood there, watching the entire time.

[[ Johnson takes his time recovering his breath, M | You wait for Alex to be let go ]]

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Ask Alex to shut up and get you off

ErBonnie — Mon, 25 Dec 2023 03:29:11 GMT

ErBonnie:

You really aren't feeling the dirty talk Alex is hinting at, not when you're already on edge over the whole thing. You shut him up with a simple look he's more than used to getting from you, all be it in much different contexts. Thankfully Alex was good at picking up on little signals like that, and doesn't continue his train of thought out loud again, he slips back into his cool demeanor, cupping you and twisting around to give as much attention to you as he can without giving away what was going on to potential spectators.

Returning to enjoying yourself, you do notice that there are two people taking part in this, and you go to mimic Alex's own actions. You do as he did, tracing your hand up to his leg, which clearly catches Alex off guard as he lets out a gasp that carries enough to have you both freezing in place. It was a bad time, but you realized just how close you were in that moment, probably because you'd been getting a handjob for the best part of the lecture, and not because of the sounds you'd just jolted out of Alex, or the way his eyes had shot open for a fraction of a second, only to shut, joined with a bite of his lip clearly trying to stop himself doing anything else.

"That was your fault" Alex whispers, doubling his efforts on you. The building tempo almost had you groan, but you weren't as jumpy as certain other people. You go to make that point pretty clear before Alex stops you.

"I'll get off later. I'm really not good at keeping quiet". At least he can admit it. You have to really focus on controlling your breathing. You'd already been brought so close to the edge already, it only took a particularly good jerk and Alex was working you through one of the quietist orgasms you'd ever had. Alex managed to catch most in his other hand that had reached down as soon as he felt the drip of your first wave.

Alex took the liberty of disposing of the cum into a tissue paper and wrapped that up in a spare piece of paper from your bag. It would make it less conspicuous. Alex leans back, basking in his smug satisfaction of getting you off. The only thing that stopped you from laughing him off, was the clear glares Johnson was shooting your way.

"He knows" You pointed out, heart dropping.

"Whoops. Oh well, I'll handle it later, teach won't let his favorite student get expelled would he?"

Honestly, you weren't so sure.

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

By the time the lecture was over, you were ready to go for dinner like everyone else. You grabbed Alex and tried pulling him quickly out of the door as if that would stop the both of you being reprimanded somehow. As you were halfway out the door, a rough grip tightened around your shoulder and you thought you'd be done for.

"And where are you off in such a hurry?" Johnson's beady eyes stared down, glaring almost.

"Just wanted to skip the lines for food, sir" Alex chipped in, drawing the professor's attention onto him, saving you from the trouble.

"Not you Alex, you stay here - your friend can go on without you" He snarled, shoving you out of the door unceremoniously. and closing the door behind. You were left on your own in the hall, with nothing much to do. That was ... a weird turn of events. I mean sure, it was definitely Alex's fault, but you hadn't expected Johnson to pass over an opportunity to ruin your life.

[[Magic And Mayhem- Head back to the house to check on Nathan M | Leave Alexander to it and go back home]]

[[Go to grab some food at the cafeteria]]

[[Wait outside for Alexander]]

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Monster energy, have Alex give you a handjob, M

ErBonnie — Mon, 25 Dec 2023 03:25:31 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You gently kiss the tears off his cheek as your fingers continue to weave through his hair, stroking it softly and bringing him closer to Johnsons monsterous pace. Your other han…'

You gently kiss the tears off his cheek as your fingers continue to weave through his hair, stroking it softly and bringing him closer to Johnsons monsterous pace. Your other hand guides his palm down to meet your erection, feeling its heat and hardness beneath your pants. You watch as he hesitates for a moment before slowly wrapping his fingers around you, his touch weak. You know he wants to ask you why you;re doing this, but he's gagged and chained in some unforeseen way, and you've chosen to take advantage. If he wanted you before, why wouldn't he want you now, right? You moan deeply, the sound vibrating against his skin as your hips buck forward into his touch, craving more contact. His eyes widen slightly at the feel of you in his hand, and you can almost see the thoughts racing through his mind. You were caught in a daze, the room heavy with lust and desire. Your free hand trembled as you guided Alex's palm against your heat, forcing him to touch you. You couldn't help but moan lowly as he expertly began to work you, your body needy under his touch. The sensation was overwhelming, an all-consuming fire that burned through you.

"Ah, like that..." you whispered, voice cracking with need.

Johnson, standing there watching you and Alex, couldn't contain himself any longer. He let out a moan of his own, the sight turning him on so much more than he had expected. The scent of your arousal filled the air, intoxicating him as his eyes never left your body.

Your mind raced with conflicting thoughts - the guilt of indulging in such forbidden acts, but also the undeniable pleasure coursing through your veins. You knew you shouldn't be enjoying this, but it was hard to ignore the way your body responded to their touch.

"Jesus. You're just as much a slut as he is, aren't you? You just like me boy? Ready to give this bitch what he craves?"

"God, yes," you replied, not caring about the consequences anymore. "Just... don't stop."

As the intensity escalated, Johnson's movements grew erratic and shallow. With every thrust, you pressed Alex's face harder against him, leaving no room for escape. Johnson's guttural groans filled the air, repeating "yes" like a desperate mantra. Your legs trembled, feeling weak under the weight of your actions. Alex let out a noise caught between a hiccup and a sob as he struggled to accommodate Johnson's girth.

"Is this what you wanted?" Johnson growled, his eyes locked onto yours. You couldn't answer, not with the storm of emotions swirling within you. But your silence seemed to fuel Johnson further.

With a sudden, brutal motion, Johnson slapped Alex's cheek hard, leaving a red glow that made your stomach churn. The sound echoed through the room, pulling you back from the precipice of pleasure for a moment. It was as if a veil had been lifted, and you suddenly became aware of the world around you. Frogs were chirping in the distance, and you could hear the muffled footsteps of students wandering the halls just beyond the large doors.

The heat of the moment had engulfed you, but the fleeting satisfaction was overshadowed by an overwhelming sense of dread. You felt your body tense, heart pounding like a wild animal caged within your chest. With one expert jerk of his hand, Alex brought you to the edge and sent you tumbling over, releasing your pent-up frustration all over his legs.

"Ugh, fuck," you gasped, every muscle in your body going limp as you collapsed against the wall. The sight of Johnson buckling over, hugging Alex into his crotch as he ruts his dick into his mouth, pouring cum down his waiting throat, made you want to scream. But no sound could escape your throat. With his cock still pumping into Alexs mouth, and Alex holding onto the teachers waste in a desperate attempt to keep him still and perhaps push him away, Johnson laughed darkly.

"You two, are both expected at the library. Tonight. And if you dare miss this appointment I'll personally ensure you fail every class you ever enrol on"

[[ Tell Johnson he's desgusting, M| You tell Johnson he's utterly desgusting ]]

[[ Tell Johnson he'll see you both there, M | You sigh, mouth still watering, thoughts hazy. He'll see you both there ]]

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Monster energy, you take your own member out and ask to join in, M

ErBonnie — Mon, 25 Dec 2023 03:00:21 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Despite the anger, despite the raging hatred you feel for Johnson, hearing him force his disgusting words down Alex's throat, you find yourself strangely ... ensnared by it. You …'

Despite the anger, despite the raging hatred you feel for Johnson, hearing him force his disgusting words down Alex's throat, you find yourself strangely ... ensnared by it. You take a cautious step closer, your heart pounding in your chest, wanting nothing more than to rip him apart but also desperately curious about how far he can take this. You watch as Alex's Adam's apple bobs up and down, his throat working around the thick cock, his face flushed with a mix of pain and arousal. You can see the beads of sweat forming on his forehead as he struggles not to gag.

Johnson's eyes flicker to you, a dangerous glint in them as he grinds harder against Alex's face. You can hear the wet smacking sound of his hips meeting skin, the obscene slurping noises Alex makes as he tries to swallow Johnson's cock. Your mouth waters,

"That's it, baby," Johnson whispers again, clearly having a favorite little phrase "just take it all." His voice is low and threatening, his hands gripping tightly onto Alex's hair as he begins to thrust faster. The slap of skin on skin echoes in the room, the rhythmic sound mixing with Alex's soft noises. You can't believe you're turned on by this, but it's undeniable - your body reacts without your consent. Your dick is hard between your legs, your breath catching in your throat. You feel a surge of, is it power? Watching Johnson use Alex like this, reducing him to nothing more than a pleasure toy. It's twisted and wrong, but it's addicting. You can't look away, even as you want to scream at him to stop hurting him.

"I know you're a whore," he eventually spat down at Alex, his voice dripping with venom. "I know I'm not the only one you do this for. But you just couldn't help yourself, could you? Rubbing it in my face?" Alex's eyes flicked to yours momentarily, searching for some sort of reassurance or comfort, but you found yourself unable to meet his gaze. Instead, you focused on the way his hands trembled ever so slightly "Well, now I know you're so well practiced, I can push you. Can push you further, and further—" He grew more brutal with his pace and thrusting, making Alex's eyes water.

You feel the coil in you burn brighter, you're so angry, and humiliated and it's so hot. Alex has always been a flirt, he's insistent about how often he tries to get into your pants, you can half see where the monster is coming from. And he looks so inviting. Lonely. You don't want Alex to be alone in this.

Alex's eyes locked onto yours as you took a step closer, his gaze pleading for help, for reprieve. Those wide eyes narrowed in confusion as your hand slipped into his hair, fingers gripping the strands tightly. Instead of offering solace, you began to push and pull him along Johnson's shaft, forcing Alex to take him deeper than before.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Alex choked out, his voice barely audible above the sound of his own ragged breaths.

"Shut up," you muttered under your breath, unwilling to let your true intentions be known just yet. You bit your lip, your own heart racing as you continued to hold Alex in place, pressed against Johnson.
Johnson, meanwhile, stared at you with an expression that was equal parts surprise and curiosity. His hands gripped Alex's shoulders, tension etched across his face as he tried to process what was happening.

"Are you going to keep going or what?" you snapped at him, your voice cold and unyielding.

"Is this some kind of game to you?" Johnson asked, his tone derisive and dripping with contempt.

"Does it matter?" you countered, your thoughts swirling with fear and uncertainty. Was this really the right choice? But there was no turning back now; you'd already crossed that line.

"Fine," Johnson growled, resuming his brutal pace, not sparing Alex any mercy.

"Good," you said through gritted teeth, though inside, your stomach churned with disgust at your own actions. Even as you twitch between your legs.

[[ Monster energy, have Alex give you a handjob, M | Not enough, have Alex give you a handjob while he sucks off Johnson ]]

[[ Monster energy, just watch, let Johnson cum down Alex's throat, M | Just keep watching, let Johnson finish strong. You did interrupt him after all ]]

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Shut the fuck up and watch like you were told to, M

ErBonnie — Mon, 25 Dec 2023 00:13:22 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Alex's face reddened as he tried to avoid Johnson's gaze, but there was no escape from the cruel snickers that filled the room. "He's usually the one talking, you know," Johnson…'

Alex's face reddened as he tried to avoid Johnson's gaze, but there was no escape from the cruel snickers that filled the room.

"He's usually the one talking, you know," Johnson said, throwing you a knowing look that sent shivers down your spine. It was unsettling to see him take such pleasure in humiliating Alex, rubbing himself against the younger man's closed lips.

You found yourself thinking, 'What exactly is going on here? What had happened between them?' But your thoughts were interrupted by Johnson's next words.

"Oh yeah, just like that, baby boy, you keep glaring," Johnson taunted, his voice dripping with malice. "You know I'm going to spill all of your dirty secrets tonight. You should have better kept your friend on a leash. Kept yourself as mine and not every stupid cunt you run into."

The venom in his tone revealed that this was personal for Johnson. He wasn't just trying to assert his dominance; he wanted revenge for something that went beyond the classroom.

Using his thumb, Johnson pried open Alex's mouth, ignoring his resistance, and slipped something hard into his throat. The sound of Alex gagging echoed around the room, making you feel sick to your stomach ... making you feel some kind of way deep in your gut.

"Yesss, bitch, take me in, take me alllll in like you do so well," Johnson sneered, his sadistic satisfaction palpable as he continued to torment Alex. He finally looked at you, his eyes narrowed and accusatory. "I bet he's had his mouth all over you. Fucking whore. Does he make you pay? Does he leave you notes begging you to fuck his worthless mouth?"Johnson started to buck into Alex, using his grip in his hair to rock the student back and forth.

"Is this what you wanted?" Johnson taunted, cruel laughter filling the room. "Wanted a nice young cock. When you know you'll never have anything half as good as mine. Ungrateful bitch. I should choke you and leave you aching.

"Leave them alone!" a voice inside of you screamed, yet remained unspoken. The bitter taste of bile rose at the back of your throat, threatening to choke you, but still, you stood there, unable to act.

[[ Monster energy, you take your own member out and ask to join in, M | The more Johnson talks the more blood begins to pool between your legs. You join in]]

[[ Continue to watch Johnson, M| You continue just watching from your sideline view as Johnson has his way ]]

[[ Change your mind, hit him while he's not looking, M | While he thinks he's won, hit him while he's distracted ]]

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Johnson gives you the show you were 'asking' for, M

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 23:58:08 GMT

ErBonnie:

As Johnson's grip tightened on Alex's shoulder, his face contorted with pain. "Hey, this isn't -" he began to protest, but Johnson cut him off, his voice cold and venomous.

"Do you know what Alex does every week after class finishes?" The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. "Do you know how he's still a student here after all the trouble he manages to cause?" What was Johnson getting at? Glancing at Alex, you saw his jaw clench, his eyes narrowing with defiance. It was clear he didn't want you to know whatever secret Johnson held over him.

"If you know what's good for you, Alex, you better get on your fucking knees."

Your heart raced as you watched Alex glare at Johnson, hatred burning in his gaze. But despite that fire, he obediently dropped to the floor, his hands shaking as they made fists in his lap. The sight of him so helpless and humiliated sent a wave of anger crashing through you. Why was this happening? What had you done to deserve being dragged into Alex's nightmare? As the questions swirled in your head, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on here, something beneath the surface that you couldn't quite grasp "What do you want from us?"

A cruel smile spread across Johnson's lips as he looked down at Alex, then back at you. "I want you to understand the consequences of your actions. To see just how far you've pushed Alex, how much he's sacrificed to stay here." His eyes bored into yours, unyielding and unforgiving. "And maybe, just maybe, you'll learn that there are lines you should never cross. What would you call it, minding your own damn business" Johnson laughed, a sinister sound that sent chills down your spine. He looked you dead in the eye, his gaze cold and unyielding. With a swift motion, he fisted his hardening shaft, slapping it against Alex's cheek. The sight was grotesque, a perversion of power and control.

"You stay there and watch," Johnson sneered. "Since you apparently want in on this whore's action." He grabbed a handful of Alex's hair, yanking his head back to expose his tear-streaked face. "He likes it when you pull his hair. Don't you, bitch?"

"Fuck you," Alex spat, voice strangled with humiliation and pain. You gave him an expressionless glance, not wanting to add to his misery, but couldn't help spotting the bulge in his own pants straining against the tent it had made of the fabric.

"Please don't do this."

"Quiet," Johnson snapped, turning his icy stare onto you. "You wanted to see what goes on behind closed doors, didn't you? Well, now you know. So just shut the fuck up and watch."

[[ You will not shut the fuck up, start screaming, M | You will not be shutting the fuck up, scream a spell at Johnson to get him away from Alex ]]

[[ Shut the fuck up and watch like you were told to, M | You stay quiet, watching Johnson take advantage of Alex ]]

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Johnson gives you the show you were 'asking' for, M

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 23:45:18 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'As Johnson's grip tightened on Alex's shoulder, his face contorted with pain. "Hey, this isn't -" he began to protest, but Johnson cut him off, his voice cold and venomous. "Do …'

As Johnson's grip tightened on Alex's shoulder, his face contorted with pain. "Hey, this isn't -" he began to protest, but Johnson cut him off, his voice cold and venomous.

"Do you know what Alex does every week after class finishes?" The question hung in the air, heavy with implications. "Do you know how he's still a student here after all the trouble he manages to cause?"

You swallowed hard, feeling your throat constrict as fear clawed its way up from your chest. What was Johnson getting at? Glancing at Alex, you saw his jaw clench, his eyes narrowing with defiance. It was clear he didn't want you to know whatever secret Johnson held over him.

"Speak!" Johnson barked at Alex, his face inches from yours. "If you know what's good for you, Alex, you better get on your fucking knees."

Your heart raced as you watched Alex glare at Johnson, hatred burning in his gaze. But despite that fire, he obediently dropped to the floor, his hands shaking as they made fists in his lap. The sight of him so helpless and humiliated sent a wave of anger and despair crashing through you.

Why was this happening? What had you done to deserve being dragged into Alex's nightmare? As the questions swirled in your head, you couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more going on here, something beneath the surface that you couldn't quite grasp.

"Please," you whispered, desperation bleeding into your voice. "What do you want from us?"

A cruel smile spread across Johnson's lips as he looked down at Alex, then back at you. "I want you to understand the consequences of your actions. To see just how far you've pushed Alex, how much he's sacrificed to stay here." His eyes bored into yours, unyielding and unforgiving. "And maybe, just maybe, you'll learn that there are lines you should never cross."

As Johnson's words sank in, your stomach churned with a sickening mix of guilt and dread. Whatever was about to happen next, you knew it would haunt you forever. And all you could do was stand there, powerless, as your world crumbled around you.

Johnson laughed, a sinister sound that sent chills down your spine. He looked you dead in the eye, his gaze cold and unyielding. With a swift motion, he fished out his hardening shaft, slapping it against Alex's cheek. The sight was grotesque, a perversion of power and control.

"You stay there and watch," Johnson sneered. "Since you apparently want in on this whore's action." He grabbed a handful of Alex's hair, yanking his head back to expose his tear-streaked face. "He likes it when you pull his hair. Don't you, bitch?"

"Fuck you," Alex spat, voice strangled with humiliation and pain. You gave him an expressionless glance, not wanting to add to his misery, but couldn't help spotting the bulge in his own pants straining against the tent it had made of the fabric.

"Please don't do this."

"Quiet," Johnson snapped, turning his icy stare onto you. "You wanted to see what goes on behind closed doors, didn't you? Well, now you know. So just shut the fuck up and watch."

[[ You will not shut the fuck up, start screaming, M | You will not be shutting the fuck up, scream a spell at Johnson to get him away from Alex ]]

[[ Shut the fuck up and watch like you were told to, M | You stay quiet, watching Johnson take advantage of Alex ]]

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Interupt and try to talk your way out of it, M

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 15:19:53 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with '"Actually, Mr. Johnson," Alex interjected, leaning in closer but maintaining his casual demeanor, "I believe my friend here has -" "- Not meant to cause any offence!" you blurte…'

"Actually, Mr. Johnson," Alex interjected, leaning in closer but maintaining his casual demeanor, "I believe my friend here has -"

"- Not meant to cause any offence!" you blurted out, interrupting Alex as he desperately tried to smooth things over. You sidestepped, positioning yourself at the table with Johnson as well. Alex shot you a look that screamed 'don't make it worse,' but it was already too late – Johnson's piercing gaze had locked onto you.

"Oh, you didn't, did you?" His voice dripped with venom as he circled the desk like a predator, now standing in front of both you and Alex. Your heart raced; the air in the room seemed to thicken, making it difficult to breathe. With a flick of his wrist, Johnson raised his hand and a bellowing clack of magic echoed through the room, sealing the door shut. The finality of the sound sent chills down your spine. The action was ominous, and you felt an unsettling sense of dread wash over you as Johnson laid a heavy hand on Alex's shoulder. You were trapped. There was no escaping this situation now, and all you could think about was how you'd managed to get yourself into such a mess. What had started as a harmless joke had spiraled out of control, and now you and Alex were at the mercy of Johnson's twisted whims.

"Please, let's just talk about this," you begged, hoping against hope that Johnson would see reason. But his eyes held no warmth or understanding, only cold calculation.

"Talking time is over," he snarled, tightening his grip on Alex's shoulder. "You wanted to be involved in this, so now you're going to deal with the consequences."

As you stared into Johnson's merciless eyes, you knew that whatever was about to happen would change everything. And all you could do was brace yourself for the storm that was about to unfold.

[[ Johnson gives you the show you were 'asking' for, M | Johnson goes about his punishment uninterrupted ]]

[[ Try to escape, rush to the door and try to unlock it, M | No, you can't do this, rush to the door to try and make an escape ]]

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Johnson means business, you reluctantly relent, M

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 15:19:35 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Your mind raced, desperate for a solution, a way to save Alex without giving in to Johnson's sick game. But as the seconds ticked by, your options seemed to grow slimmer and slim…'

Your mind raced, desperate for a solution, a way to save Alex without giving in to Johnson's sick game. But as the seconds ticked by, your options seemed to grow slimmer and slimmer. The weight of your decision threatened to crush you, and you found yourself cursing the circumstances that had led you here.

"Alright," you choked out, the word feeling like a betrayal on your tongue. "I understand."

A smug grin spread across Johnson's face, and you knew that he had won this round.

The room seemed to close in on you, suffocating and dark. Your heart pounded like a jackhammer, threatening to burst from your chest as you struggled to control your breathing. You could feel the sweat forming at the base of your neck, trickling down between your shoulder blades.

"Say it," Johnson demanded, his cold eyes boring into you. He gave Alex's hair another rough yank, eliciting a pained whimper.

"Please..." Alex's voice was barely a whisper, strained and broken. It was a sound that would haunt you for the rest of your days.

"Enough!" you shouted, your voice cracking under the strain. The anger and fear boiled inside you, a tempestuous storm you couldn't contain any longer. "Don't hurt him!"

"Ah, there we go," Johnson said, exhaling with satisfaction. You could practically see the strings he held over you, invisible but undeniably present. He had you exactly where he wanted you: powerless, desperate, and at his mercy. You clenched your fists, nails digging into your palms hard enough to draw blood. You hated yourself for giving in, for letting him win, but what choice did you have?

[[ Johnson gives you the show you were 'asking' for, M | Johnson goes about his punishment uninterrupted ]]

[[ Change your mind, hit him while he's not looking, M | While he thinks he's won, hit him while he's distracted ]]

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Barge in and tell them to knock it off

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 15:15:34 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You couldn't take it any longer, the sense of wrongness gnawing at your insides like a relentless beast. With a deep breath, you raised your wand, feeling its familiar weight in …'

You couldn't take it any longer, the sense of wrongness gnawing at your insides like a relentless beast. With a deep breath, you raised your wand, feeling its familiar weight in your hand. You muttered the incantation under your breath and watched as the door burst open with the force of your diligently cast spell.

"Enough!" you yelled, storming inside to confront the scene you had anticipated from the other side.

And there they were: Alex on his knees in front of Johnson, his mouth wet with saliva as Johnson hastily tugged him away from his crotch. Your heart pounded in your chest, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you took in the salacious tableau before you.

"Wh-what are you doing here?" Johnson stammered, his eyes wide as saucers as he stared at you, fear mixed with something else that you couldn't quite place.

"Stopping this madness," you replied, your voice firm and unwavering despite the pounding of your heart. "This is - god what the fuck are you doing, you're a teacher for fucks sake!"

You could see the gears turning in Johnson's mind as he tried to come up with an explanation or excuse. You wouldn't allow it. Johnson however, seemed to be in leagues for keeping this dirty secret of his exactly that. His own hand comes up and with a bang, the door slams shut behind you, lock clicking back into place.

The air was thick with tension as Johnson snarled, his face twisted in a cruel sneer. You could practically feel the malice emanating from him. Alex attempted to rise, his eyes filled with defiance, but Johnson's heavy boot came crashing down on his thighs. The force sent Alex stumbling back to the cold, hard ground. As he held Alex's hair painfully in one hand, Johnson turned his icy gaze toward you.

"Ah yes, if it isn't the eavesdropper," he taunted, his voice dripping with disdain.

You clenched your fists at your sides, anger boiling within you. But you knew that now wasn't the time to act rashly. Alex needed you to be smart, to find a way out of this without putting him in even more danger. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you tried to keep your voice steady.

"Let him go, Johnson," you demanded, trying to sound more confident than you felt.

He laughed mockingly, shaking Alex slightly as if to remind you of his control over the situation. "Do you think he's doing this for nothing?" Johnson's tone was flat, emotionless, but chilling all the same. "You don't know the power I've got right in my hand."

Your eyes locked with Alex's for a brief moment, searching for any hint of what he might be thinking. But his brown eyes were blank, refusing to give anything away. You wondered if he was trying to protect you or if the fear had truly taken over.

"If you continue talking, I'm going to make this bitch's life miserable. Do you understand that?" Johnson's threat hung heavy in the air, wrapping around you like a vice.

[[ Johnson means business, you reluctantly relent, M | Johnsons threat weights heavily on you, you relent ]]

[[ This is wrong, you fight Johnson right then and there, M | You won't let Johnson have this, you'll fight before you let him carry on ]]

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Don't interrupt Alex, let him talk you out of it, M

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 12:22:58 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with '"Is that so?" Johnson asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously. "Absolutely," Alex confirmed with a nod. "And you know how our lecturers are, sir. They don't really bend the rules…'

"Is that so?" Johnson asked, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

"Absolutely," Alex confirmed with a nod. "And you know how our lecturers are, sir. They don't really bend the rules, they'd sooner call the cops than take a joint if you know what I mean."

Johnson's jaw clenched, and you could see the gears turning in his head as he weighed his options. You dared to hope that maybe, just maybe, Alex's words had struck a chord.

"Fine," Johnson spat out reluctantly, his voice dripping with disdain. "But know this: I'll be watching both of you like a hawk. One more slip-up, and you're out of here. Do you understand?"

"Perfectly," Alex replied with a smile, while you simply nodded, afraid that your voice would betray your fear.

"Then get out of my damn class," Johnson barked, pointing to the door "Alex you still need a damn talking too but your boyfriend here can get out, and I don't want to see you until the next lecture!"

With adrenaline coursing through your veins, you didn't need to be told twice. You grabbed your things and scuttled out of the room, the door slamming shut behind you. Like a tidal wave, the fear and anxiety ebbed into concern and frustration at the treatment Johnson was giving to Alex. Why single him out so badly? It wasn't fair.

[[Magic And Mayhem- Head back to the house to check on Nathan M| Head Back to the home for lunch]]

[[Go to grab some food at the cafeteria]]

[[Wait outside for Alexander]]

Johnson keeps you both after class after catching Alex under the desk

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 12:19:54 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with ' You barely heard Johnson dismiss the class, your mind spinning. How dare Alex put you in this position? You were supposed to be partners, watching each other's backs, and instea…'

You barely heard Johnson dismiss the class, your mind spinning. How dare Alex put you in this position? You were supposed to be partners, watching each other's backs, and instead he'd nearly gotten you expelled.

The other students filed out, shooting you curious glances and snickers. Alex draped an arm around your shoulders, but you shook him off.

"What were you thinking?" you hissed under your breath.

Alex blinked at you, all innocence, a hint of something of worry beneath his eyes that to most people they'd never think twice of. He was good at pretending things were okay when he was worried, or feeling any kind of human emotion. "What? I just wanted to have a little fun. You need to learn to think on your feet."

"This isn't a game!" You glanced at Johnson, who was shuffling papers at his desk and studiously ignoring you both ... for now. Still, you lowered your voice further.

Alex stepped closer, reaching for your hand. You wrenched away. "Come on, don't be angry with me. I promise I'll make it up to you." His eyes darkened. "Multiple times, if need be" A flush crept up your neck at the implication in his tone. Damn him. No matter how infuriating he was, he always knew exactly how to get under your skin. "Just follow my lead and we'll get you out of this mess, pinky swear. I can play Johnson like a fiddle you watch"

With a wink, Alex scooped up his bag and led the both of you to Johnsons desk. The older mans brows furrowed and he already looked to be getting ready to snarl.
Johnson stood, leaning over his desk, the veins in his neck bulging like angry snakes. "Do you think this is a whore house for little sluts in training?" he spat, glaring daggers at you.

Alex chuckled and casually leaned forward too, blocking Johnson's view of you, his relaxed demeanor contrasting starkly with the tense atmosphere. "Mr. Johnson, that is no way of talking to your students. But you're right, that was wrong of me."

"Wrong? You both have some nerve, coming into my classroom like this!" Johnson fumed, his face reddening by the second.

"Hey, we all make mistakes," Alex replied with a nonchalant shrug. You could feel your heart racing, but Alex's calmness seemed to settle the storm inside you.

"Is this how you were raised? To disrespect authority?" Johnson demanded, finger jabbing the air as if to puncture any remaining defiance.

"Authority deserves respect when it's earned, sir," Alex shot back smoothly, a playful grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Besides, we're here to learn, aren't we?"

"Learn?" Johnson scoffed. "You two clearly haven't learned a damn thing about propriety!" Johnson snarled, slamming his hand down on the desk. The sound echoed through the room like a gunshot, making you flinch. "This isn't a game, you insolent brats!"

"Never said it was," Alex retorted, still composed. "But I do believe in second chances and redemption, don't you? Everyone has a choice, sir," Alex said softly. "We're choosing to face the consequences and move forward. The question is, will you let us?"

"Actually, Mr. Johnson," Alex interjected, leaning in closer but maintaining his casual demeanor, "I believe my friend here has a clean record. They've never missed a lecture or caused any trouble. If anything were to happen to them now, it would certainly raise some eyebrows among the faculty."

Your heart hammered in your chest as you tried to steady your breathing, gripping your backpack strap like a lifeline. The scent of stale coffee and chalk dust filled your nostrils, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

[[Interupt and try to talk your way out of it, M | Add to the conversation, Alex shouldn't do all the talking ... right? ]]

[[Don't interrupt Alex, let him talk you out of it, M | Let Alex do his thing, he clearly seems to be going somewhere with this ]]

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"ibo per hoc solidum", M

ErBonnie — Sun, 24 Dec 2023 12:05:40 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You wanted to tilt your head back, biting your lip instead to stifle a moan. Alex’s mouth was sinfully hot, his tongue swirling against your sensitive skin. Your fingers tighte…'

You wanted to tilt your head back, biting your lip instead to stifle a moan. Alex’s mouth was sinfully hot, his tongue swirling against your sensitive skin. Your fingers tightened in his hair, he needed to stop, you couldn't concentrate. The twins were watching again, their hungry gazes burning into you.

“Well? Did you hear what I said?!”

Johnson’s angry shout shattered your pleasure, you had to think. You struggled not to squirm under their scrutiny, heat flooding your cheeks. Alex sucked harder, chuckling around your length. Bastard was enjoying this. “I-I apologize, Professor,” you stammered. “I did not hear your question.”

You blinked at the board, your mouth drying up as your mind went blank. The spell. You knew this.

But with Alex's warm breath against your skin, his dexterous fingers working away under the desk, it was impossible to think.

"Any day now," Professor Johnson sneered, eyes glinting with malice behind his spectacles. The rest of the class tittered.

Your cheeks burned as you stammered, "I-ibo per hoc solidum."

"Wrong!" Johnson roared. The classroom fell silent. "How can you be so distracted and yet so utterly lost?, Well?" Johnson took a menacing step forward. "Where is Mr. Quill today? Too busy to bail out his flunking boyfriend again?"

The class erupted into laughter and whistles. You ground your teeth, meeting Johnson's gaze defiantly even as panic rose in your chest. Before you had time to stop him, Alex was removing himself from your thighs, wiping his mouth lazily with a sleeve and slipping from beneath the desk. He grins wickedly at Johnson, smirk steadfast as gasps rose up around the room. The twins nudged at each other, as if confirming what they had already known.

"The answer is Transiet per mecamo praesidium, though it's an old fashioned wording, most people use the short hand these days to save on energy, it just takes more practice. ''transiet praes'' works fine, no?" Alex leaned in, his breath warm against your ear, and purred, ignoring the still chattering student body "Saved by the bell. Looks like I'll have to finish what I started later."

"You can meet me after class, Quill, where we can discuss your disciplanary ONE TO ONE ... actually. No. Both of you, stay after class. I want you both"

And for the first time, Alexander smirks isn't so sure of himself.

[[ Johnson keeps you both after class after catching Alex under the desk | Johnson keeps you both after class ]]

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Finish listenning to Johnsons class uncaught, M

ErBonnie — Sat, 23 Dec 2023 19:22:54 GMT

ErBonnie:

"Smart and sexy? Guess I hit the jackpot" you mumbled, averting your eyes as Johnson quacks from the front.

"Now! We're going to go over the bare essentials for phasing through objects-", a loud groan sounded from every student brave enough to dare. Like you said. Same class every week. Alex set up shop next to you, dreamily eyeing up Johnson and sparking a cigarette with a fluid click of his fingers. Smoking was prohibited - completely. If you were reported more than twice it was immediate expulsion. You shrugged, boredly focusing in on the lecture until you did a double take, eyes widening. Freaking out maybe a little, you tried to grab for the offending item, but were easily parried by Alex as he stretched his arm away from you, not even looking in your direction. Following his line of sight as he let a small trail of smoke emerge from his mouth, he was staring directly at Johnson, who stared back. It was as though they were having their own conversation.

After a second, it was over. Johnson continued on with his repetitive spiel, and Alex smirked, stubbing out the barley touched cigarette against the desk and giving you a shit eating grin. Cat who got the cream came to mind when you looked at how pleased with himself he was. Johnson continued:
"To know how to phase, you must first know how to opaque an object..."

"You're such an idiot." You couldn't help dashing him with the insult. The man had a death wish...

"What?" was his lazy reply, brown eyes dazzling "I always smoke a little something after a nice fuck"

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

By the time the lecture was over, you were ready to go for dinner like everyone else. You grabbed Alex and tried pulling him quickly out of the door as if that would stop him being reprimanded somehow. As you were halfway out the door, a rough grip tightened around your shoulder.

"And where are you off in such a hurry?" Johnsons' beady eyes stared down, glaring almost.

"Just wanted to skip the lines for food, sir" Alex chipped in, drawing the professors attention onto him.

"Not you Alex, you stay here - your friend can go on without you" He snarled, shoving you out of the door unceremoniously. and closing the door behind. You were left on your own in the hall, with nothing much to do.

[[Magic And Mayhem- Head back to the house to check on Nathan M| Head Back to the home for lunch]]

[[Go to grab some food at the cafeteria]]

[[Wait outside for Alexander]]

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Finish listenning to Johnsons class uncaught, M

ErBonnie — Sat, 23 Dec 2023 19:22:38 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with '"Smart and sexy? Guess I hit the jackpot" you mumbled, averting your eyes as Johnson quacks from the front. "Now! We're going to go over the bare essentials for phasing through …'

"Smart and sexy? Guess I hit the jackpot" you mumbled, averting your eyes as Johnson quacks from the front.

"Now! We're going to go over the bare essentials for phasing through objects-", a loud groan sounded from every student brave enough to dare. Like you said. Same class every week. Alex set up shop next to you, dreamily eyeing up Johnson and sparking a cigarette with a fluid click of his fingers. Smoking was prohibited - completely. If you were reported more than twice it was immediate expulsion. You shrugged, boredly focusing in on the lecture until you did a double take, eyes widening. Freaking out maybe a little, you tried to grab for the offending item, but were easily parried by Alex as he stretched his arm away from you, not even looking in your direction. Following his line of sight as he let a small trail of smoke emerge from his mouth, he was staring directly at Johnson, who stared back. It was as though they were having their own conversation.

After a second, it was over. Johnson continued on with his repetitive spiel, and Alex smirked, stubbing out the barley touched cigarette against the desk and giving you a shit eating grin. Cat who got the cream came to mind when you looked at how pleased with himself he was. Johnson continued:
"To know how to phase, you must first know how to opaque an object..."

"You're such an idiot." You couldn't help dashing him with the insult. The man had a death wish...

"What?" was his lazy reply, brown eyes dazzling "I always smoke a little something after a nice fuck~"
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

By the time the lecture was over, you were ready to go for dinner like everyone else. You grabbed Alex and tried pulling him quickly out of the door as if that would stop him being reprimanded somehow. As you were halfway out the door, a rough grip tightened around your shoulder.

"And where are you off in such a hurry?" Johnsons' beady eyes stared down, glaring almost.

"Just wanted to skip the lines for food, sir" Alex chipped in, drawing the professors attention onto him.

"Not you Alex, you stay here - your friend can go on without you" He snarled, shoving you out of the door unceremoniously. and closing the door behind. You were left on your own in the hall, with nothing much to do.

[[Magic And Mayhem- Head back to the house to check on Nathan M| Head Back to the home for lunch]]

[[Go to grab some food at the cafeteria]]

[[Wait outside for Alexander]]

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"Transiet per mecamo praesidium", M

ErBonnie — Sat, 23 Dec 2023 19:19:25 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with '"Transiet per...mecamo praesidium," You struggled to remember the phrase Johnson had asked for, your mind racing as you desperately tried to recall. Finally, you blurted out the …'

"Transiet per...mecamo praesidium," You struggled to remember the phrase Johnson had asked for, your mind racing as you desperately tried to recall. Finally, you blurted out the words, hoping they would be enough to satisfy him. Johnson grunted, apparently satisfied with your response, and continued with the lesson. But even as relief washed over you, a small voice inside questioned whether you were truly safe from his suspicions. You couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in your stomach as he continued with the lesson.

"Saved by the bell," you thought, your heart pounding as you tried to regain your composure. You could feel Alex smirking beneath the desk – that little minx knew exactly what they were doing. But for now, the game continued, and you were still in it.

"Good boy," Alex whispered, their hot breath tickling your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Such a smart boy getting that hard, hard question right. You deserve a reward~" Their hand began to move faster along your shaft, the sudden increase in speed making your head spin. You forced yourself to focus on the mundane details of the classroom - the clock's second hand ticking away, the slight scuff marks on Johnson's shoes, the way the sunlight filtered through the blinds. Anything to keep from crying out as you felt that familiar tension building within you. "Keep it together," you pleaded with yourself, fighting to maintain control. Your hands gripped the sides of your desk until your knuckles turned white, and you could feel sweat beading on your brow.

"Almost there," Alex murmured, their voice laced with satisfaction. "I'm so proud of you for keeping up with the class while I do this." Their praises only heightened your arousal, pushing you closer to the edge. The sound of chalk scratching against the board became your lifeline, each word Johnson wrote grounding you as you teetered on the brink. Desperately, you tried to match your breathing to the rhythm of his writing, inhaling and exhaling slowly, willing yourself to stay silent as your climax approached.

"Here it comes," Alex cooed, their fingers never faltering in their relentless pace. "My clever, clever boy." And with that final compliment, you couldn't hold back any longer – you came, biting your lip so hard you were sure it would leave a mark. Alex dilligently caught your cum in his hand, and aimed the spray to his fingers, licking up any evidence before it could drip to the floor or catch on his clothes. He was immensely pleased with himself you realised, as he happily watched how your cock kept twitching.

As the aftershocks rippled through your body, you slumped back in your chair, utterly spent. Somehow, miraculously, no one seemed to have noticed the illicit act taking place beneath the desk. With a wink and a grin, Alex slid their hand free and sat back up, looking every bit as composed as if they'd just been taking notes like a model student.

"Wasn't that fun?" they whispered, amusement dancing in their eyes. "I knew you could do it – my smart, sexy boy."

[[ Finish listenning to Johnsons class uncaught, M | Finish listening to Johnsons class trying not to think about what you'd just done ]]

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Desk blowjob nearly getting caught

ErBonnie — Sat, 23 Dec 2023 19:11:12 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'The sensation was overwhelming, and you didn't want it to end. You focused on holding back, not allowing yourself to finish too soon. The pressure built inside you, and the feeli…'

The sensation was overwhelming, and you didn't want it to end. You focused on holding back, not allowing yourself to finish too soon. The pressure built inside you, and the feeling of Alex's mouth expertly moving around you only made it more difficult to maintain control. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed the twins exchanging glances, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement.

"Pay attention to the lesson," one of them whispered, smirking as they turned away.

You were doing your best to stay composed, despite the intoxicating pleasure coursing through your body. Your hands clenched into fists, nails digging into your palms as you tried to ground yourself in the reality of the classroom. It was easier said than done, but through the cloudy haze of bliss there suddenly came Johnson's voice cutting through the room, harsh and curdled like sour milk. His hand slammed down on his desk, making you jump in your seat and causing Alex to gag as you inadvertently thrust your entire length down th back of his throat. The tight squeeze of his throat contracting had your eyes rolling, a brief second of a gasp coming out of you before you clamped your lips shut and recentered your attention on Johnson. "Well? Did you hear what I said?!" he bellowed, eyes locked onto yours ...

You swallowed hard, feeling your own throat now tighten as you fought to keep your composure.

The chalk squeaked as Johnson scrawled a question on the white board, the sound grating against your eardrums. You tried to focus on the words, but your mind was foggy with pleasure. "What is the spell for passing through objects?" the board taunted you.

"U-uh," you stuttered, trying to center yourself and recall the answer. Beneath the desk, Alex's eyes met yours, a mischievous glint in them as they took you down to the base. Your breath hitched, and you bit your lip hard enough to taste blood, holding back a desperate moan.

"Times ticking," Johnson barked, his brow furrowing in suspicion. He had to know something was off, right? But there was no time for that now. The answer danced just out of reach in your memory, teasing you like a dangled treat.

[[ "Transiet per mecamo praesidium", M | "Transiet per mecamo praesidium" ]]

[[ "ibo per hoc solidum", M| "ibo per hoc solidum" ]]

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ErBonnie — Sat, 23 Dec 2023 18:50:13 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Hello and Hi! Here just to see how far I can take my Magic and Mayhem story. With that comes a few shorter term goals: *To complete Day One for all character options *To …'

Hello and Hi!

Here just to see how far I can take my [[Magic and Mayhem]] story.
With that comes a few shorter term goals:

*To complete Day One for all character options
*To have 10 Collectable Dead Ends to find
*Establish unique storylines for each Character

Did you just finish inside me? Laugh it off, F

ErBonnie — Sat, 23 Dec 2023 10:45:34 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You catch your breath, breathing deeply and feeling Nathan pour his seed into you. Every twitch making you shiver. Nathan groans and lets his head fall against your shoulder. Y…'

You catch your breath, breathing deeply and feeling Nathan pour his seed into you. Every twitch making you shiver. Nathan groans and lets his head fall against your shoulder.

Your fingers slip into his hair, damp with sweat. You stroke through the silky strands as he pants against your skin. His body still trembles, muscles clenching around you as the waves of pleasure ebb.

You can see his thoughts drifting, limbs heavy and sated. But a nagging worry worms into his bliss and you can feel it in the way his fingers pulse at your hips. Does he regret this?

"Stop thinking so loud," You mumble, letting him nuzzle closer, his scruff rasping your neck. For good measure, you tug his hair and listen to the groan it causes to fall from his lips "I can hear the gears turning in that pretty head of yours."

You know you have to pull him out of his own head, so you shuffle against the counter, and bright-eyed keep a glance over Nathan, savoring the way he looks. Playfully they try to hide their grin and fake gasp "Did you just cum inside me?" to which Nathan startles, stutters over his words and pulls out, flustered saying "Yes - I - oh my - I'm so sorry let me get you a towel!"

The poor man is gone, dick flapping in the wind as he races for a clean towel, you burst into fits of giggles as Nathan rushes to fetch a towel, he's beet red and his brows furrowed as he dabs at your thighs. "Naughty Nathan" you tease still

Nathan shoots you a mock, apologetic glare as he continues to dab at the stickiness between your legs. "Stop it."

Which just makes you laugh harder.

You continue giggling, clutching your belly as you struggle to catch your breath. "Oh, Nathan," you choke out between fits of laughter, "you should see the look on your face!"

He doesn't see the humor in it, and a pout forms on his lips even as he fails to suppress a grin. His eyes are warm, his cheeks flushed, and his hair tousled. He looks irresistible like this.

"Are you done laughing at me?" His fingers have stilled their motion against the dampness of your thighs, but they remain where they are. He seems unwilling to move from this intimate closeness.

[[You and Nathan clean yourselves up| You let Nathan get dressed and fix yourself up for good measure]]

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Perfect, let Nathan continue, finish, M

ErBonnie — Sat, 23 Dec 2023 08:53:40 GMT

ErBonnie:

You feel the smooth counter beneath you, cool against your heated skin. Nathan's rough but considerate pace continues as he pistons in and out of you, moaning softly with each thrust. You arch your back, lost in the physical sensations that ripples through your body.

"God, you feel amazing," Nathan growls as he lets his fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady as he bucks. You bite your lip to keep from crying out at the intensity of it all.

"That's so perfect Nathan," you plead, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as Nathan picks up the pace. You can feel him deep inside you, filling you up with each thrust, and you know you're close.

The way he works twice as hard as most people his age to keep himself performing to the best of his ability is evident in the way he fucks you, with a heart of gold despite his hot-headedness.

"Come for me," Nathan whispers in your ear, speeding up his thrusts slightly.

You lean against the counter, still reeling from Nathan's previous thrusts. His blue-themed clothes are disheveled and his face is flushed with exertion. As he continues to pump in and out of you, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Holy - Nathan," you moan, your hands grasping at the smooth surface of the counter. Nathan's fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady as he bucks harder and faster.

"Come on baby, cum for me" he growls this time in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You writhe against him, squeezing his cock with every clench of your muscles.

"God, Nathan," you pant, feeling your orgasm building inside of you like a raging inferno. Your hips buck against his, desperate for release.

"I've got you."

And with those words, you explode, your body shaking with pleasure as you come undone around him. Nathan speeds up his thrusts, riding out your orgasm with you until he can't hold on any longer.

"Fuck!" he grunts, and with a feral thrust, he's emptying himself into you, his legs shaking as he forces himself as close as humanly possible, taking up every special inch of you he can.

[[ Did you just finish inside me? Laugh it off, F| "Did you just cum inside me?" playfully, you didn't actually mind]]

[[ Did you just cum inside me? Shocked, F| "You came inside me?!" Shocked, genuinely not happy ]]

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Perfect, let Nathan continue, finish, M

ErBonnie — Fri, 22 Dec 2023 15:51:36 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You feel the smooth counter beneath you, cool against your heated skin. Nathan's rough but considerate pace continues as he pistons in and out of you, moaning softly with each th…'

You feel the smooth counter beneath you, cool against your heated skin. Nathan's rough but considerate pace continues as he pistons in and out of you, moaning softly with each thrust. You arch your back, lost in the physical sensations that ripples through your body.

"God, you feel amazing," Nathan growls as he lets his fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady as he bucks. You bite your lip to keep from crying out at the intensity of it all.

"That's so perfect Nathan," you plead, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as Nathan picks up the pace. You can feel him deep inside you, filling you up with each thrust, and you know you're close.

The way he works twice as hard as most people his age to keep himself performing to the best of his ability is evident in the way he fucks you, with a heart of gold despite his hot-headedness.

"Come for me," Nathan whispers in your ear, speeding up his thrusts slightly.

You lean against the counter, still reeling from Nathan's previous thrusts. His blue-themed clothes are disheveled and his face is flushed with exertion. As he continues to pump in and out of you, you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Holy - Nathan," you moan, your hands grasping at the smooth surface of the counter. Nathan's fingers dig into your hips, holding you steady as he bucks harder and faster.

"Come on baby, cum for me" he growls this time in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. You writhe against him, squeezing his cock with every clench of your muscles.

"God, Nathan," you pant, feeling your orgasm building inside of you like a raging inferno. Your hips buck against his, desperate for release.

"I've got you."

And with those words, you explode, your body shaking with pleasure as you come undone around him. Nathan speeds up his thrusts, riding out your orgasm with you until he can't hold on any longer.

"Fuck!" he grunts, and with a feral thrust he's emptying himself into you, his legs shaking as he forces himself as close as humanly possible, taking up every special inch of you he can.

[[

Nathan finishes, F

ErBonnie — Fri, 22 Dec 2023 15:08:38 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Together you cry out each others name, their legs trembling as their orgasm washes over them. It's beautiful and overwhelming and Nathan can't help but feel a swell of pride at b…'

Together you cry out each others name, their legs trembling as their orgasm washes over them. It's beautiful and overwhelming and Nathan can't help but feel a swell of pride at being the one to bring you both to this peak. His balls tense, his cock throbbing, as he lets go and the sensation of his finishing ripples through him.

Creamy cum spurts from his cock, hot and thick, painting their insides with his essence. He groans deeply, his fingers digging into the countertop as his body is wracked by wave after wave of pleasure. He gasps for air, chest heaving as sensation washes over him, burning in his veins and engulfing his senses.

As he rides out the wave of his own climax, his vision blurs and his knees go weak. But somehow, he manages to hold on, holding himself up against the countertop even as his muscles scream in protest. And when finally, it subsides, he slumps forward, panting heavily.

Cum is leaking from between your legs, and you can barely see passed the blissed out state Nathan had worked himself up to.

He coughs into his arm, and it takes him a minute to make it sound convincing as he shakily tries to peal himself away. When he pulls out of you, you notice how empty it feels as inch by inch you lose your cock warmer, the air of the kitchen hitting your damp legs with a notable chill.

"So … what was that all about?" He asks, looking you up and down while you sort yourself out, his eyes lingering on your stomach and where he's still pouring out of you like liquid ownership.

"What? Aren't we aloud to have any fun?" You breathlessly grin up at him still kinda confused how that just happened, standing up, unintentionally causing Nathan to back himself up and knock the pot over he was working on before he interrupted. He casts a mournful glance over the spillage, but decidedly ignores it for now.

[[You and Nathan clean yourselves up]]

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I said harder, push Nathan in his first time, M

ErBonnie — Fri, 22 Dec 2023 14:59:37 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with '"Is that all you've got?" you're taunting him, your voice dripping with lust. You want more, more, more. You see the shock in his eyes as you demand more out of him, and how the …'

"Is that all you've got?" you're taunting him, your voice dripping with lust. You want more, more, more. You see the shock in his eyes as you demand more out of him, and how the shock bleeds into stubborn defiance. His need to be the best at everything he does works beautifully in your favour, just like his hot temper is perfect for this little request you've given him.

"Watch me," Nathan growls, his eyes narrowing. He grips your hips with renewed vigor, fingers digging into your flesh as he adjusts his angle to better access your quivering core. The sound of moans and the slickness of your arousal only fuel his desire to drive you both over the edge. He rams home harder than he has before, forcing you to buckle against the countertop.

"Fuck, yes!" you cry out, body arching beneath the force of his thrusts. "Just like that! Don't stop!"

Nathan's thoughts race, a swirling mix of satisfaction and primal need."Tell me what you want," Nathan demands, increasing the pace of his thrusts, feeling the burn in his thighs intensify as he does so.

"Make me scream your name! Make me forget everything else but this!" you plead, your eyes wild with abandon.

"Say my name, then," Nathan urges, his breathing ragged, his own climax building within him like a tidal wave. He can feel you pulsing around his girth with every violent jerk of his body into you, and when he looks down at you taking him and shaking around his hips it's enough to help him sleep right for weeks.

"Na—Nathan!" they gasp, their entire being consumed by the sensations coursing through them. "Oh, gods, Nathan!"

"Good," Nathan grunts, unable to hold back any longer. In one final, powerful surge of movement, he drives himself deep within them, their muscles clenching around him as they both shatter into a million pieces, lost to the ecstasy of their release.

[[Nathan finishes, F| Nathan finishes inside you]]

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"Come on Nathan, let me see how rough you can be", F

ErBonnie — Fri, 22 Dec 2023 11:57:52 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with '"Come on, Nathan, let me see how rough you can really get," you challenge, breathless and eager. Your hips rise to meet his, eyes locked onto his blue ones with an intensity that…'

"Come on, Nathan, let me see how rough you can really get," you challenge, breathless and eager. Your hips rise to meet his, eyes locked onto his blue ones with an intensity that only fuels him further.

Nathan's nod is abrupt, half nervous and half eager, and he throws caution to the wind. He surges forward, burying himself deep within your walls, eliciting a hiss from himself as he's enveloped by the welcoming heat. A thrilling mixture of pleasure and pain courses through his veins, driving him to push past his limits. This is what you both want, and he'll be damned if he doesn't give it to you.

He works himself hard into you, each powerful thrust accompanied by a grunt of exertion. The burn in his thighs intensifies, muscles protesting under the strain, but he refuses to slow down. His pants slip further down his body, forgotten in the maelstrom of passion that has consumed them both. They hit the ground with a mute shuffle of fabric, completely overwhelmed by the wet clapping of bodies and moans.

"God, yes," you add to the symphony.

You can feel fluids drip onto the kitchen counter, a health hazard you'll have to deal with thanks to the raw, primal need that has overtaken you. Nathan's hands grip your hips tightly, holding you fast as he continues his relentless assault on your senses.

"Never... felt... anything... like this," Nathan manages to gasp out between thrusts, their voice strained from the ecstasy that threatens to overwhelm them. Nathan can't help but feel a surge of pride at the way you shiver under his touch, watching as the words filter straight to the tight knot in your abdoman.

As the pressure builds within him, he wonders how much longer he can hold on ...

[[I said harder, push Nathan in his first time, M| "I thought I said rough, fuck me like you mean it!"]]

[[Perfect, let Nathan continue, finish, M| "That's perfect" - finish with Nathan as he is]]

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Nathan fucks you on the counter

ErBonnie — Fri, 22 Dec 2023 11:46:24 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You watch as Nathan, the eldest of the three triplets, focuses on his task with utmost determination. His high standards for himself evident in every action he takes. His blue ey…'

You watch as Nathan, the eldest of the three triplets, focuses on his task with utmost determination. His high standards for himself evident in every action he takes. His blue eyes, usually so intense, are softened by his desire to see you pleased. As you lie there on the kitchen counter, legs spread invitingly, you can't help but feel a thrill at the sight of this hot-headed man blushing through his neediness.

"Nathan ..." you whisper, feeling the heat of his breath against your sensitive skin.

He nods, understanding your request, and uses the flat of his tongue to stimulate you. The sensation sends shivers up your spine as he does his best to give pleasure where he is asked to. His neat hair, combed to the left, brushes against your inner thighs, adding another layer of tantalizing contact.

"Ah, Nathan... that's it," you moan, encouraging him. You feel his tongue working deeply, lapping up every ounce of sweetness he can find.

As your body trembles with arousal, you urge him to stop, legs spreading further across the kitchen counter. "Nathan—" you manage to gasp out, and he gets the hint immediately.

His lips press soft kisses up your thighs, making their way up to your chest, his hardness brushed to your core as he grinds both of you together. It's an incredibly intimate moment, one that brings forth a mix of emotions - need, vulnerability, and an overwhelming sense of connection with Nathan.

"Is this alright?" he asks between heated breaths.

"Perfect, Nathan," you reply, voice strained with pleasure. Your heart swells at the thought of how much he cares, not just in this moment, but in all aspects of his life. It's a trait that sets him apart from his siblings, Alexander and Tyler, who each have their own unique personalities and strengths ... wow not the time to be thinking about his brother and sister - moving on.

"Ready?" Nathan whispers, his breath hot on your skin. His eyes are filled with concern and love as he positions himself between your legs.

"More than ready," you reply, a shiver running through you at the anticipation of what's to come.

Nathan nods, and you feel the tip of him slowly pressing against your entrance. Your fingers dig into his biceps, urging him forward. With a gentle roll of his hips, he begins to slide inside you, inch by tantalizing inch. The sensation of being filled so completely is overwhelming, and you can't help but gasp at the intensity.

"God, you feel amazing," Nathan murmurs, his voice strained with effort as he continues to push deeper. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your throat in a tender kiss that belies the carnality of the situation. When twenty minutes ago you'd never even seen him nakes, this was crazy ...

"Harder…please," you whisper into his ear, the words almost a plea. Nathan obliges, his hips beginning to move more forcefully, driving the length of him into you with each thrust. When he bottoms out he grunts, pausing momentarily to give you time to adjust to his girth.

[[Finish Nathan off with your mouth]]

[["Come on Nathan, let me see how rough you can be", F| "Come on Nathan, let me see how rough you can be"]]

[["Come on Nathan, make love to me", F| "Come on Nathan ... make love to me" ]]

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Stop him from continuing

ErBonnie — Thu, 21 Dec 2023 18:55:50 GMT

ErBonnie:

You sigh, the practical and overall sensible part of your brain starts signalling its little alarm bells and you reluctantly move Alex's hand away from your thigh. Curse your own common sense.

"After class?" You once again suggest, noticing he hasn't moved from his spot cushioned beside you. He pouts at you, but overall respects you decision, if not a begrudgingly. He'd formed a small tent in his trousers, so he was obviously looking forward to a different answer, not that he was exactly hiding his intentions.

"Alright, fine. But I'm going to hold you to that" He winks, making himself comfortable against you as the two of you settle down for a long and boring class. He fiddles with his wand, thankfully not the one between his legs, while you try your best to not fall asleep against Alex' shoulder. Every once in a while, you see Alex throwing playful looks your way, and maybe every now and again, he does the same to Johnson to try and rile the teacher up a bit. He usually succeeded.

By the time the lecture was over, you were ready to go for that aforementioned fun. You eagerly pull Alex towards the door, but are stopped with an aggressive hand on your shoulder, a startled Alex walks right into the back of you, not expecting the teachers sudden outburst.

"And where are you off in such a hurry?" Johnsons beady eyes stared down, glaring almost.

"Just wanted to skip the lines for food, sir" Alex chipped in, drawing the professors attention onto him, managing to get him to release you of his iron like grip. He casts you a meaningful look, and attempts to continue leaving.

"Not you Alex, you stay here - your friend can go on without you" He snarled, shoving you out of the door unceremoniously, and closing the door behind. You were left on your own in the hall, with nothing much to do. Well, there goes your fun, you think.

[[Reluctantly wait outside for Alex]]

[[Leave and go see one of the other siblings]]

[[Go to grab some food at the cafeteria]]

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Leaveleaveleaveleave, F

ErBonnie — Thu, 21 Dec 2023 18:20:14 GMT

ErBonnie:

Oh.

My.

God.

Nope. Nope nope nope.

As you quickly reverse your derier out of that whole scene, the only thought that can enter your head is "What the fuck, Alex?". Yes, you had always known there might be something going on between Johnson and Alex - I mean god that man had dismissed people from his class for HALF the trouble Alex had caused him, everyone knew that Alex was either sleeping with the teacher or downright blackmailing the man, but to see the former being proved true right before your eyes had just proven way, way too much.

In your haste to escape, you don't look where you're going, running around a corner and smacking hard into another student who yelps at your accidental attack. Equally, your own yap of pain sees you to the floor. Not only did the impact knock you both over, but upon collision a shock of electricity had bounced from her to you, making every space you touched them tingle with shock.

"Hey!" the girl gasps and you notice her laptop clutched in her arms, a few loose papers she must have been carrying too fluttering around the two of you. Looking up at the downfall inky words scriptured across the paper snowdrops.

"I'm so sorry" you apologize, quickly snatching up some of the closest papers still in the air, the stranger scrambling for the ones that had already reached the ground. Her pure white dress had bunched up to her thighs, bare feet slipping over the smooth stones beneath her as she shuffled the papers back against her body to keep them safe.

"No ... don't worry, there isn't any harm done"

She smiles gently, her words coming out with a sigh. Taking back her notes thankfully, the woman gestures to your slightly frayed hair, sheepish.

"Oh' I'm sorry about that too - Electricity in the veins, what can I say?" The girl rubs her fingers together for friction as a demonstration, showing how th static fuzzes between her thumb and forefinger with an emerald sizzle. When she feels like you more than understand, the girl pushes stubborn brown strands away from her eyes, fingers trailing over her cheek, "Hey, I recognize you actually, you take Madam Penele's class right? On Dreamwalking"

The girl's British accent makes her sound like she's a spy seeking out information. 007 made progress.

"Oh, yeah I'm in that class, our next lecture is tomorrow night right?"

"Right!"

You and Tyler both had come to regret taking the class slightly. But isn't that just the way with every module under the sun? Where Tyler had convinced you that you would be dream-sharing and riding dragons across the stars every night after the first lesson, the reality of it was it's actually very difficult to shape magic when REM is already trying to shut your magic down. They say it's an evolutionary flare, at least some of the scholars suggested that witches who could easily and naturally cast spells in their sleep had inevitably killed themselves off over time. One too many nightmares. So these days to Dreamwalk, you had to be skilled, powerful, and above all else the owner of some real hard-hitting potions that were illegal to make without a license.

[[Joke about how hard Dreamwalking is, F|Make a joke about how hard dreamwalking is as a module]]

[[Confess that you find Dreamwalking pretty easy, F|Confess that you find Dreamwalking rather easy]]

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Put a pin in Alex's relationships, tell Tyler about the study session, M

ErBonnie — Thu, 21 Dec 2023 05:21:26 GMT

ErBonnie:

"Interesting, to say the least," you replied, deciding to put a pin in the conversation with Alex for now. A pang of guilt stirred within you, but the urgency of Tyler's presence pushed it aside. After all, friends came first.

As you recounted the details of your meeting with Ivory, Madam began the lesson, asking for a volunteer to demonstrate a particular transfiguration technique.

"So long story short we have a study session tonight at the Library. You in?"

"Of course I'm in, I looooove meeting new people, and I think I know the girl yyou're talking about! Maybe. At least I know I've seen her in class a few times ... white dress no shoes is a powerful fashion statement"

Though Madam continued instructing at the front of the room, her voice barely registered in your mind. Instead, you found yourself lost in the whirlwind of emotions that had taken hold of you today - from the unexpected connection with Ivory to the revelations about Alex and Mr. Johnson.

"Tyler," you whispered hesitantly, "have you ever felt like there's so much going on all at once that you can't even wrap your head around it?"

She looked at you thoughtfully, her eyes reflecting the weight of your question. "Yeah, I have. But that's just life, right? It keeps moving, and we do our best to keep up. Silly"

[[Let class go by with all the incidents, be the class clown, M| Actually before you leave, you may as well make class fun. Be the class clown]]

[[Let class go by without incident to get to Ivorys study session, M| Class goes by without any problems, you leave with Tyler]]

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Go back to see if Alex is okay

ErBonnie — Thu, 21 Dec 2023 05:12:45 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You admit, you feel a little lost and guilty about abandoning Alex to his own devices like that. Scooping up you belongings, the journey back to the classroom is a hopscotch of a…'

You admit, you feel a little lost and guilty about abandoning Alex to his own devices like that. Scooping up you belongings, the journey back to the classroom is a hopscotch of avoiding peoples gazes and wondering which students were skipping lunch classes and which were actually supposed to be on lunch. You swore a few people didn't even go to the University, they just liked the ambiance of the scenery and so popped in for a cuppa.

Regardless, you find yourself back at the classroom, half expecting Alex to not even be there. I mean, surely the telling off had come to an end by now, surely?

Except, as you approach the door, the sound of quaint noises begins to fill the canal of your eardrums. A series of soft shuffling grunts and the undeniable moan of an older man slipping through the wood when you pressed your ear against the shutters. you'd arrived as Alex and Johnson had been on the tail end of something nefarious ... unless it wasn't Alex that was on the other side? Maybe Johnson had somehow snuck another teacher in or Alex had found himself an age-appropriate friend ...

Against your will, you can feel yourself getting hard. It's like listening to some illicit porno

[[Put an end to Johnson and Alex's fun]]

[[Leave Alex and go home|Leave them alone, go take care of your problem at home]]

[[Get a better view of the show]]

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Fighting would be pointless, let the officers take you in, M

ErBonnie — Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:46:10 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You bow your head, tears burning your eyes. This is what you deserve. The consequences of your actions, come to claim you at last. The handcuffs click shut around your wrists, …'

You bow your head, tears burning your eyes. This is what you deserve. The consequences of your actions, come to claim you at last.

The handcuffs click shut around your wrists, cold and unforgiving. But not nearly as cold as the void inside you, where your heart used to be.

You walk between the two officers, head down. Ready to face justice for what you've done.

The station is a blur of fluorescent lights and sharp voices. You're booked, fingerprinted, photographed. The officers lead you to a small, windowless room and tell you to wait for the detective.

You sit on the uncomfortable metal chair, hands cuffed behind your back. Your mind churns with fear and shame and regret.

What will happen now? Will you go to prison? Will Nathan testify against you?

The door opens and a middle-aged man in a suit walks in. He introduces himself as Detective Matthews and sits across from you at the table.

"Welcome, I hope you're as comfortable as you can be. I need to ask you some questions about the sexual assault allegations that I have been put against your name."

You nod, voice trembling as you recount the events of that night. Your guilt weighs heavy on your chest, suffocating you with every word.Detective Matthews listens attentively, making notes on his pad. When you finish, he looks up at you with a somber expression.

"I'll be honest with you, there's a good chance you'll be being put on the register for this. I can't see any judge dismissing the case with such compelling evidence"

Your heart sinks even further into your stomach.

"I'm sorry," is all you can manage to say.

'''Bad End Collectable - #3 : Cuffed and Confined'''

== Bad End ==

[[Magic and Mayhem|Try again from the Start]]

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The line goes dead, Nathan has hung up on you, M

ErBonnie — Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:40:20 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'There's a soft knock at the door. You look up with a start. "Everything okay in there?" It's your neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins. Her voice is muffled by the door. You open your mout…'

There's a soft knock at the door. You look up with a start.

"Everything okay in there?" It's your neighbor, Mrs. Jenkins. Her voice is muffled by the door.

You open your mouth but no words come out. What would you even say?

Another knock. "Did I hear glass breaking? Are you hurt?" Her tone sharpens with concern.

"I'm fine," you manage to rasp. Your throat feels raw, scraped out. "Just...dropped something. Sorry for the noise."

A pause. For a heart-stopping moment you think she won't believe you. But then—

"Alright, if you're sure. Let me know if you need anything." Her footsteps fade down the hall.

You slump back against the wall, eyes squeezed shut. But you can't escape the truth. It circles like a vulture, waiting to pick the bones clean.

You raped him.

The words sear into your mind and you gag, bile rising in your throat. What have you done?

There's no undoing this. No forgiveness. No absolution.

Hours pass in a haze of panic and self-loathing. You keep replaying the events of the night, searching for some way to rationalize what happened. But there are no excuses. No justification.

You raped him.

The mantra pounds in your skull until you think you might go mad from it.

When the knock comes at the door, you almost don't register it at first. But the sharp rapping jerks you from your spiraling thoughts.

You drag yourself over on wooden limbs and peek through the peephole. Two police officers stand outside, grim-faced.

Your heart seizes in your chest. No. No, it's too soon. How did they find out so quickly?

But you know. Deep down, you've always known Nathan would report it. He was too good, too moral to stay silent.

With trembling fingers, you unlock the door. The officers turn in unison, gazes sharp behind mirrored sunglasses.

"Are you [name]?" the taller one asks. His hand rests casually on the butt of his gun.

You nod mutely, throat closing up.

"We have some questions for you regarding an alleged sexual assault. Please come with us to the station." His tone brooks no argument.

[[Fight for your freedom, try to run from the officers, M| Try to keep your freedom, run and fight to keep out of jail ]]

[[Fighting would be pointless, let the officers take you in, M| There's no use in fighting it. You let the officers walk you out]]

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Consequences of your actions, Nathan can't forgive you

ErBonnie — Thu, 21 Dec 2023 00:36:38 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You fumble for your phone, hands shaking. Heart pounding. What have you done? You dial Nathan's number, praying with each ring he'll pick up. Please pick up. No answer. The c…'

You fumble for your phone, hands shaking. Heart pounding. What have you done?

You dial Nathan's number, praying with each ring he'll pick up. Please pick up.

No answer. The call goes to voicemail. Panic rises in your chest. You try again, pacing the room, clutching at your hair.

Nathan ignores the call. Of course. You curse, kicking over the lamp. It crashes to the floor, glass shattering. Shadows dance across the walls in the dim light.

You take a deep breath and try one more time. Has to pick up. Has to. If he doesn't—

The phone clicks. "What?" His voice is sharp. Angry.

Relief floods you, quickly replaced by dread. "Nathan, listen. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Save it." He cuts you off, venom dripping from each word. "I don't want to hear your excuses."

You grip the phone tighter, knuckles turning white. "Please, you have to understand. It was an accident. I didn't—"

"An accident?" He scoffs. "You expect me to believe that?"

Panic and guilt churn in your gut. You pace faster, heart pounding. What have you done? You try to speak but the words stick in your throat.

There's a long silence. Then, "Don't call me again."

[[ The line goes dead, Nathan has hung up on you, M| Nathan hangs up the phone. There's nothing left for you to do]]

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Head home, you have no other choice, M

ErBonnie — Wed, 20 Dec 2023 05:13:32 GMT

ErBonnie:

Months pass in a haze of firewhisky and sleepless nights. You're dragged into meetings, quizzed on half your search histories that the University has access to, your integrity is dragged through the mud and as you come to find out, all the faculty staff are aware of the allegations. You try to get a reference from an old professor to get ahead of the curve and land yourself a job, only to get no response whatsoever. You didn't get the job.

The board of governors' verdict arrives by post one gray morning, it reads: expulsion. Permanent separation from the school of Magic.

Paper crumples in your palm as you trash the bad news.

The HallowPort pub is dim and smoky, frequented by surly patrons with little love for outsiders. But they don't ask questions as long as you keep paying, and firewhisky dulls the jagged edges of your thoughts.

Months pass in a haze of firewhisky and sleepless nights. The board of governors' verdict arrives by owl post one gray morning: expulsion. Permanent separation from Hogwarts.

You crumple the letter in your fist, rage and anguish twisting your insides. It's not enough that they've taken your home, your friends, your future. Now they mean to destroy you utterly.

The Hogsmeade pub is dim and smoky, frequented by surly patrons with little love for outsiders. But they don't ask questions as long as you keep paying, and firewhisky dulls the jagged edges of your thoughts.

When a familiar figure slides onto the stool beside you, at first you think it's just another apparition conjured by drink and longing. But the vision speaks, and in that instant you know it's real.

"Alex," you breathe, caught between hope and dread. Your former friend regards you with thinly veiled contempt, as if you're something nasty he's just scraped off his shoe.

"I'm so glad we'll never have to see your face again," he says, and laughs when you flinch. The knife-edge of his mockery cuts deeper than any curse. "You got what you deserved, after everything you did. Now do us all a favor and crawl back under your rock, you miserable waste of magic."

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the breath from your lungs. You stare at Alex in disbelief, unable to comprehend his sudden hostility. This is the same person who used to be your closest friend, who had stood by you through thick and thin. After months of grueling self loathing the pressure is mounting.

"You're never going to get a place in a University again you know" casual in the address, Alex continues on a sigh, letting you eat every word he says "You shouldn't have done what you did. Sex is easy to come across, there's hundreds of people all baying for a night in the sheets. Taking that from one of the people who don't want it? Fucking disgusting. Come near Nathan again, and it won't be petty plagiarism you find yourself with, right? Tyler wanted to do much worse".

Alex stands, smoothing the front of his robes with a careless gesture. When he Disapparates a moment later, the imprint of his scorn seems to linger like a Dark Mark, searing your soul with indelible shame.

He then seems to lazily relax, taking in your dishivelled and outcast. This seems to make him feel much better.

Betrayed indeed, you think bleakly, and order another drink.

'''Bad End Collectable - #2 : Schools not for the Weak Willed'''

== Bad End ==

[[Magic and Mayhem|Try again from the Start]]

[[Category:Magic and Mayhem]][[Category:Owner of a Penis]]

Consequences of your actions, Tyler finds you first, M

ErBonnie — Wed, 20 Dec 2023 05:13:21 GMT

ErBonnie:

As you sit in the kitchen, the weight of guilt settling heavily on your shoulders, you run your trembling fingers through your hair, your mind replaying the events that just unfolded. The air in the room feels thick with regret, and the remnants of the potion's effects are a cruel reminder of the mistake that can never be undone.

Your attempts to eat something, anything, fail miserably. The food in front of you might as well be cardboard for all the appetite you have. Every bite feels like a lie, a betrayal of the trust you've shattered. The kitchen, once a place of shared laughter and camaraderie, now echoes with the haunting silence of remorse. Time seems to stretch endlessly as you're left alone with your thoughts, the minutes ticking by in slow agony. You wish you could rewind time, erase the actions that led to this moment, but reality remains stubbornly unyielding.

Eventually hours passed, Tylers shift coming to an end.

When Tyler enters the kitchen, her bright and cheerful demeanor clashes sharply with the heavy atmosphere that hangs in the air. She greets you with a warm smile, oblivious to the storm brewing inside you. "Hi cheerio! I didn't think you'd still be here." Her playful banter feels like a distant echo, a stark contrast to the turmoil within you.

You manage a weak smile, the weight of guilt making it difficult to meet Tyler's gaze. "Yeah, just lost track of time."

She seems unfazed, continuing the light-hearted conversation as though nothing has changed. The juxtaposition is almost surreal, the stark contrast between her innocence and the guilt you're grappling with. As Tyler talks, you find yourself nodding mechanically, your mind preoccupied with the guilt gnawing at your conscience. It's a struggle to maintain the façade of normalcy, the image of a person who hasn't just committed a grave mistake.

Then, as if struck by a sudden realization, Tyler gasps dramatically, her eyes widening. "Oh my god, it's bin day! Hurry up, slowpoke, we need to take the bins out!" Her carefree demeanor returns, the abrupt shift catching you off guard.

You're torn between the desire to confess, to unburden yourself from the weight of your actions, and the fear of shattering Tyler's perception of you. The guilt tightens its grip, and you force yourself to stand, following her with a heavy heart. The mundane task of taking out the bins becomes a surreal backdrop to the internal turmoil, a stark reminder that life goes on even when you've made irreversible mistakes.

As you step outside, the chill of the night air bites into your skin, but it pales in comparison to the coldness settling in your heart. The consequences of your actions linger, casting a long shadow over the once-familiar landscape of your relationships.

The bin path takes you passed a small gardened area, a beautifully scenic route if it wasn't littered with the discarded waste that came from messy bins. Tyler sprints ahead of you. The scenery around you fades into the background as your thoughts swirl with guilt and fear. You know that this is the last place anyone would expect to see you. Tyler stops abruptly, causing you to stumble as she turns to face you. She looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eye before darting towards a particularly dark corner of the garden. You follow hesitantly, feeling like a puppet being led by someone else's strings.But something about that corner makes your skin crawl. It's as if every bad decision and mistake you've ever made is trapped in that small space.

It's the last place anybody sees you. One witness says they saw you leaving your house alone, and that was as much information as the detectives on your missing case could find. Interviews with your roommates are plastered all over social media, their devastation at your disappearance eating them up inside. Tyler cries the hardest, swearing that if she'd only gone home an hour earlier, maybe you wouldn't have gone out all alone that night. She visits where she buried you sometimes to tell you how everyone is doing. A single flower the only thing to mark where you rest.

'''Bad End Collectable - #1 : Bagged and Gagged over Banging like a Dick'''

== Bad End ==

[[Magic and Mayhem|Try again from the Start]]

[[Category:Magic and Mayhem]][[Category:Owner of a Penis]]

Head home, you have no other choice, M

ErBonnie — Wed, 20 Dec 2023 05:09:00 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'Months pass in a haze of firewhisky and sleepless nights. You're dragged into meetings, quizzed on half your search histories that the University has access to, your integrity is…'

Months pass in a haze of firewhisky and sleepless nights. You're dragged into meetings, quizzed on half your search histories that the University has access to, your integrity is dragged through the mud and as you come to find out, all the faculty staff are aware of the allegations. You try to get a reference from an old professor to get ahead of the curve and land yourself a job, only to get no response whatsoever. You didn't get the job.

The board of governors' verdict arrives by post one gray morning, it reads: expulsion. Permanent separation from the school of Magic.

Paper crumples in your palm as you trash the bad news.

The HallowPort pub is dim and smoky, frequented by surly patrons with little love for outsiders. But they don't ask questions as long as you keep paying, and firewhisky dulls the jagged edges of your thoughts.

Months pass in a haze of firewhisky and sleepless nights. The board of governors' verdict arrives by owl post one gray morning: expulsion. Permanent separation from Hogwarts.

You crumple the letter in your fist, rage and anguish twisting your insides. It's not enough that they've taken your home, your friends, your future. Now they mean to destroy you utterly.

The Hogsmeade pub is dim and smoky, frequented by surly patrons with little love for outsiders. But they don't ask questions as long as you keep paying, and firewhisky dulls the jagged edges of your thoughts.

When a familiar figure slides onto the stool beside you, at first you think it's just another apparition conjured by drink and longing. But the vision speaks, and in that instant you know it's real.

"Alex," you breathe, caught between hope and dread. Your former friend regards you with thinly veiled contempt, as if you're something nasty he's just scraped off his shoe.

"I'm so glad we'll never have to see your face again," he says, and laughs when you flinch. The knife-edge of his mockery cuts deeper than any curse. "You got what you deserved, after everything you did. Now do us all a favor and crawl back under your rock, you miserable waste of magic."

The words hit you like a physical blow, knocking the breath from your lungs. You stare at Alex in disbelief, unable to comprehend his sudden hostility. This is the same person who used to be your closest friend, who had stood by you through thick and thin. After months of grueling self loathing the pressure is mounting.

"You're never going to get a place in a University again you know" casual in the address, Alex continues on a sigh, letting you eat every word he says "You shouldn't have done what you did. Sex is easy to come across, there's hundreds of people all baying for a night in the sheets. Taking that from one of the people who don't want it? Fucking disgusting. Come near Nathan again, and it won't be petty plagiarism you find yourself with, right? Tyler wanted to do much worse".

Alex stands, smoothing the front of his robes with a careless gesture. When he Disapparates a moment later, the imprint of his scorn seems to linger like a Dark Mark, searing your soul with indelible shame.

He then seems to lazily relax, taking in your dishivelled and outcast. This seems to make him feel much better.

Betrayed indeed, you think bleakly, and order another drink.

'''Bad End Collectable - #2 : Schools not for the Weak Willed'''

[[Category:Magic and Mayhem]][[Category:Owner of a Penis]]

Have a seat as told, say nothing, bad end pathway, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 19 Dec 2023 18:21:02 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'You perch on the edge of a high-backed chair, wringing your hands in your lap. "Headmaster, what seems to be the problem?" The words come out sharper than you intend, but it's …'

You perch on the edge of a high-backed chair, wringing your hands in your lap. "Headmaster, what seems to be the problem?"

The words come out sharper than you intend, but it's too late to take them back. The man in front of you turns, peering at you over the rim of his half-moon spectacles. "I think you know why I've called you here today."

A knot forms in the pit of your stomach. The moment of truth has arrived at last.

You swallow hard, willing your voice not to shake. "I'm afraid I don't, sir."

The middle aged man sighs and folds his hands together, strolling too calmly over to the desk and taking how own seat to meet you at eye level. "Several of your assignments this term have been flagged for plagiarism by Professor Johnson, and from your Dreamwalking teacher. In addition, two students reported witnessing you cheat during your Transfiguration practical last week and have been very concerned over the safety of your methods."

The knot in your stomach twists painfully and then stretches to accomodate this new information. You stare at the headmaster, stunned into silence. Plagiarism? Cheating? You've done no such thing!

"There must be some mistake," you insist. "I would never--"

"Enough." He holds up a strong hand, cutting you off mid-protest. "I do not wish to debate the matter. As it stands, you are suspended from this University pending a formal inquiry into these allegations. You understand we take these things very seriously, and to be accused of not one, but several sources? We would be wrong to let you continue attending your classes for now"

Panic rises in your chest, tightening like a vise around your ribs. Suspended? They can't do this! "Headmaster, please," you plead. "You have to believe me. I've done nothing wrong!"

But there's no shaking him as his expression remains implacable behind his half-moon spectacles. "The matter is out of my hands," he says flatly. "You will await the verdict of the board of governors at home."

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes as the full weight of his pronouncement sinks in. Hogwarts is your home. They're taking everything away from you, and for what? Crimes you didn't even commit? It would be one thing being punished for what you DID do ... but this? This was lies.

[[Head home, you have no other choice, M| Head home. What other choice do you have? ]]

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Message Tyler back alternative, bad end pathway, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 19 Dec 2023 18:10:51 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'With a quick flourish of your fingers, you delete the message. Better if they think you've simply vanished from their lives. And after what you did, it's really what you deserve.…'

With a quick flourish of your fingers, you delete the message. Better if they think you've simply vanished from their lives. And after what you did, it's really what you deserve.

It takes you a week before you go back to class and things are viscerally different. The castle halls seem dimmer, colder than you remember. Students cast furtive glances your way and whisper behind raised hands, no doubt spreading rumors about your disappearance. You do your best to ignore it all, and when no faculty comes barging to your desk you know that Nathan hasn't reported you to the staff...

Weeks pass in a haze of loneliness. Sure, the single life wasn't too bad at first, and you found yourself keeping busy with games, some online forums. Whether you keep on top of your school work or not is a matter of its own, but once you know a friend group as tightly knit as you'd had with the family, it's hard to go back to isolation.

You haven't seen Nathan since that night either, a sick part of you is glad about it, as it saves you from having to confront him, risk the venom he had every right to throw at you. You at least have the dignity left to feel ashamed for wanting that.

You're in the library eating a food parcel from the canteen when you get the email summoning you to the deens office.

Your stomach churns with each step up the spiral staircase. What could the man possibly want now, after all this time? Some new punishment to dole out? Questions you aren't prepared to answer? There was only one thing you could think of that would warrant a summons that you'd done.

At the top of the stairs, you find an open case full of trophies and medals, a small, tiny dragon the size of a paperback book sits patiently on the glass cabinet, snarling as you look at its shining scales. The creature seems to be a guard .. or secratary of some kind? As once it recognises you, it shimmers and twirls, and the secret door to the Deens office slides open, revealing the room where your talk will be given.

The Headmaster sits with his back to the door, gazing out the window at the grounds below. "Have a seat," he says gently. His tone does nothing to calm your frayed nerves.

[[ Have a seat as told, ask about the dragon, bad end pathway, M| Take a seat as asked, and ask about the dragon outside ]]

[[ Have a seat as told, say nothing, bad end pathway, M| Take a seat as asked, but say nothing ]]

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Consequences of your actions, Alexander finds you, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 19 Dec 2023 17:51:54 GMT

ErBonnie: Created page with 'The bitter almond scent of the potion still lingers in the air, taunting you. What have I done? "That wasn't me," you say aloud to the empty room. "It was the potion. I didn'…'

The bitter almond scent of the potion still lingers in the air, taunting you.

What have I done?

"That wasn't me," you say aloud to the empty room. "It was the potion. I didn't mean to hurt them."

But you did.

No amount of excuses can undo that damage. There's no coming back from this.

You rush upstairs, grabbing an old duffel bag from the closet. Hands shaking, you sweep an arm across your dresser, sending your wand and schoolbooks tumbling in.

Alex and Tyler will never understand. They'll see you as the villain, not the victim. Better to disappear now with some shred of dignity left. As you zip up the bag, a photo on your nightstand catches your eye. The four of you at your first year at the University of Magical Arts, arms slung around each other, young and carefree. Shouldering your bag, you cast one last look around the room that was once your home. Then you descend the stairs, stepping over the wreckage that is now the kitchen, and out the front door into the night.

The hotel room is dim and musty, a far cry from the cozy dorm you once shared with Alex and Tyler. But it's better this way. Safer for everyone.

Your phone vibrates with an incoming message. Heart skipping, you snatch it up, desperately hoping it's Nathan.

Tyler: Where are you?! We missed you in Transfiguration today. Everything okay???? We're making PASTA AND YOUR MISSING THE SAUCE

Guilt rises in your throat like bile.You remember the concern in Alex's eyes, the way Tyler would always save you a seat in the dining hall, how Nathan would always, always make you a portion of his food if he knew you had little in. They cared for you, and this is how you repaid them.

[[ Message Tyler back, bad end pathway, M| Text Tyler back ]]

[[ Message Tyler back alternative, bad end pathway, M| Delete the message ]]

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Wait for transfiguration class

ErBonnie — Tue, 19 Dec 2023 09:36:12 GMT

ErBonnie:

You wait in the hall, minding your own business until it's time to head back to classes.

Too soon you reach the heavy oaken door of your classroom.

Tyler is already inside waiting for you, her voice carrying over the din of conversations, her eager hand waving you to the seat next to her. Her rose-scented perfume wafts around you as you make idle small talk about your shared dream walking homework. The minutes tick by, and you crane your neck searching for any sign of Alex's tousled brown hair in the bustling room. The teacher has just opened her mouth to speak when-

Suddenly the door crashes open and Alex stumbles through, clothes askew and panting heavily. He collapses into the chair on your other side, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

"Well good morning, sunshine," you quip, taking in his disheveled appearance with amusement. "Long night?"

Alex shoots you a crooked grin, eyes glinting mischievously. "Johnson had a list this time, practically gave me a belting for breathing wrong in his presence"

You roll your eyes in response. "I swear Alex you need to report him or something for bullying at this rate, he has it out for you and everyone knows it."

"Why, so you can watch me making enemies with the staff, I don't think so you cruel, cruel witch"

Tyler giggles at your bickering, green eyes dancing with humor. Alex shakes his head in mock exasperation, sandy hair flopping over his eyes. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, class," the teacher called out, her voice booming in the room. "I need a volunteer for our first demonstration." Tyler's eyes lit up, and seeing an opportunity to rib Alex in his tired state (and keep him paying attention, you could already see him resting his eyes for a quick nap), she nudged your ribs and encouraged you to do the same to Alex.

"Go on," you muttered, giving Alex a gentle poke as Tyler had requested.

"Me?" he asked, eyes blinking back open in slow motion, the lazy grin on his face only growing. Tyler nodded silently, her eyes giddy with anticipation. With a teasing sigh, Alex raised his hand, and pushed himself out of his chair to be the volunteer Madam had asked for.

"Very well," the teacher said, beckoning him forward. "Come up here, Alex."

[[ Watch Alex do his studious due diligence up front, M| Watch Alex volunteer ]]

[[ Ask Tyler about her work, M| Ask Tyler how work went in note form ]]

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"Show time", Nathan Route, Safe for Work, enter Transfiguration, M

ErBonnie — Tue, 19 Dec 2023 09:35:46 GMT

ErBonnie:

Too soon you reach the heavy oaken door of your classroom. Nathan grasps your arm, meeting your gaze intently. "Wish me luck today," he says, voice earnest. You promise to cross your fingers for him, lips quirking in an amused smile. With a last brilliant grin, he waves and disappears inside.

Tyler is already inside waiting for you, her voice carrying over the din of conversations, her eager hand waving you to the seat next to her. Her rose-scented perfume wafts around you as you make idle small talk about your shared dream walking homework. The minutes tick by, and you crane your neck searching for any sign of Alex's tousled brown hair in the bustling room. The teacher has just opened her mouth to speak when-

Suddenly the door crashes open and Alex stumbles through, clothes askew and panting heavily. He collapses into the chair on your other side, chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath.

"Well good morning, sunshine," you quip, taking in his disheveled appearance with amusement. "Long night?"

Alex shoots you a crooked grin, eyes glinting mischievously. "Maybe if someone hadn't ditched me this morning, I wouldn't have had to sprint across campus to make it here on time."

You roll your eyes in response. "Please. Professor Johnson has been teaching the same transportation spell for weeks now. It's not like I missed anything thrilling."

Tyler giggles at your bickering, green eyes dancing with humor. Alex shakes his head in mock exasperation, sandy hair flopping over his eyes. Her enthusiasm was infectious, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Alright, class," the teacher called out, her voice booming in the room. "I need a volunteer for our first demonstration." Tyler's eyes lit up, and seeing an opportunity to rib Alex in his tired state (and keep him paying attention, you could already see him resting his eyes for a quick nap), she nudged your ribs and encouraged you to do the same to Alex.

"Go on," you muttered, giving Alex a gentle poke as Tyler had requested.

"Me?" he asked, eyes blinking back open in slow motion, the lazy grin on his face only growing. Tyler nodded silently, her eyes giddy with anticipation. With a teasing sigh, Alex raised his hand, and pushed himself out of his chair to be the volunteer Madam had asked for.

"Very well," the teacher said, beckoning him forward. "Come up here, Alex."

As he stood and made his way to the front of the classroom, you couldn't help but marvel at his ability to switch gears so effortlessly. There was no hint of what had transpired earlier aside from the pop of his collar, and yet, it lingered in your mind like a secret you couldn't shake off. You refocused on the lesson, knowing that dwelling on it wouldn't change anything. But as the class continued, you found yourself stealing glances at Alex, wondering what else he might be hiding behind that charming smile.

[[ Watch Alex do his studious due diligence up front, M| Watch Alex volunteer ]]

[[ Ask Tyler about her work, M| Ask Tyler how work went in note form ]]

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