It wasn't every day that a person discovered they owned a watch that could freeze time with the push of a button. It had taken Van Branson weeks to get used to his new ability the previous summer when he'd inherited the watch from his Grandpa Sam. Now, just when he'd begun to utilize the watch for more than free food, extra sleep, and good grades on exams, Van had made a discovery that once again turned his world upside down. By twisting the time adjustment nob on the watch, Van was able to literally turn back time.
In the hours after he rode his hallmate Matthew's cock and then managed to erase the fuck from ever happening, Van had explored this new feature at length. The first thing he'd wanted to do was change the moment Archie, or Red as Van still thought of him, saw him in the men's room stall earlier that afternoon. When he'd tried to turn the hands back an additional half hour to make that happen, though, he found that they wouldn't go back any farther than one minute after the last time he'd rewound to.
A few things had quickly become obvious. First of all, no matter how hard he tried, Van was not able to move the hands of the watch forward. There was no way, then, to travel into the future. Secondly, once Van had gone back to a specific minute, there was no going any farther back. For instance, having turned the hands back to 2:55 pm, the next time he tried to go back he would only be able to go back as far as 2:56 p.m.
"So much for saving JFK or shooting teenage Hitler between the eyes," Van muttered to himself with a laugh. "Or fucking Sebastian Washford on the Ski trip in Sophomore year when he was sending all the signals but I was too scared to let anyone know I was gay."
Van figured that the farthest back he could possibly go at one time would be 23 hours and 59 minutes and he could only go that far if he hadn't already gone back for at least 24 hours. Still, in spite of these limitations, this new power opened the door to countless possibilities and he had enjoyed playing around with them all afternoon.
At dinner with the group of guys from his hall, for example, Van had been sitting right next to Matthew who was still wearing the light blue sweatpants from earlier in the afternoon, though he'd put a hooded sweatshirt on before heading down to eat. A glance down at Matthew's lap confirmed to Van that he hadn't bothered to add any underwear to his attire, however, and while Carson and Pete were arguing with a couple of the other guys over the merits of various professional basketball players, Van had casually reached down and slipped his hand inside Matthew's sweatpants, giving his cock a squeeze.
"What the fuck?!" Matthew had shouted and jumped out of his chair, staring at Van with both shock and anger on his face. Their table, and several of the tables around them, had gone deathly quiet as everyone turned to stare.
"What's up?" Carson had asked, looking from Van to Matthew with a worried expression on his face.
"This queer just stuck his hand down my pants and grabbed my dick!"
"Van?" Carson looked stunned and Van noticed that Pete looked like he was ready to fly across the table and tackle Van for touching Matthew.
"I just felt like grabbing his dick. He's parading around without any underwear on, showing off that bulge, so I figured he was asking for it."
"What the fuck is wrong with you Van?" Carson's look of disgust and disappointment in him immediately ruined the fun of the moment for Van and he quickly turned back time and resumed the meal. Fun was fun, but Van didn't ever want to see Carson look at him like that again.
The one thing Van couldn't figure out was why his Grandpa Sam hadn't said anything about this when he'd written the letter outlining what the watch could do. Had he really had it for all those years and never realized it could do this? Or had he purposely refrained from telling Van, perhaps hoping he'd never figure it out? If that was the case, why? Van had to accept that he'd never know the answers to these questions.
Alone with Carson in their room after dinner, Van had stopped playing with the watch for awhile to focus on his roommate. "How did it go this afternoon with Abby?"
"Allie," Carson corrected him. He was laying back on his bed in a very similar position to the one Van had discovered him in the previous week, when he'd frozen time while Carson was getting a blowjob from his lab partner.
"Sorry. Allie. How did it go?"
"Not so good," Carson sighed.
"She have a problem taking that big ol' dick?" Van grinned.
Carson laughed and flung one of his pillows towards his roommate's head playfully. "Shut up!"
"Sorry. Seriously, though, everything okay?"
"Yes and no. We hooked up again, the sex was great, but she was already getting all clingy. I just broke up with Kaylee, I want to play the field, not get into another relationship."
"Did you tell her that?"
"Oh yeah. She didn't take it well. I guess I should have told her before we fucked. I mean, the first time happened in the heat of the moment, but I guess we should have talked more today before we hit the sheets."
"Well, better to get it clear now than drag it out and piss her off even more in a week or two."
"Yeah. So, no more hooking up with Allie. I need to get out there and meet some chicks. Now that I've started having sex again, I feel like I need to make up for all these months without or I'm going to explode." As he said this, Carson reached down and squeezed the bulge in his pants, which made Van's heart begin to beat faster.
"Damn, I wish you were into guys," Van said.
"Why, so you could have this big ol' dick for yourself?" Carson laughed, squeezing it again.
"Well, yeah! You'd get no strings attached head any time you wanted, and I'd be walking funny for the rest of the year," Van kept a straight face for a few beats and then laughed. Carson joined in. "No, i just meant that it's a lot easier to find guys up for sex without a relationship than it is to find women who feel that way."
"Isn't that like a gay stereotype?" Carson asked.
"I don't think so. Wanting sex without strings is not a gay thing, really, it's a guy thing. Especially now, when we're at our sexual peak. It's just easier for gay guys because there isn't a woman involved, wanting things to be serious."
"Hmm. Yeah, I guess that makes sense," Carson said. Van was pleased with having put the idea into Carson's head. This, along with the `subliminal' cock sucking the other day, would hopefully get Carson thinking of him in a whole new way.
"Anyway, if you want to get out there and meet some chicks, we could go to Perks."
"I really need to study for my test tomorrow. I thought I'd hit the library tonight."
"No problem. Your big ol' dick probably needs a rest after this afternoon anyway," Van grinned.
"Stop perving on my massive meat, gay boy!" Carson laughed and tossed his other pillow across the room at Van.
Van tossed the pillows back at him with a laugh and fell back on his own bed, reflecting for a moment that in spite of his words about no strings attached sex, he'd love to be in a relationship with a guy like Carson.
Music was blaring in Jake Becker's room as the shirtless frat boy, wearing nothing but his gray cotton work out shorts and boxing gloves, jabbed at the punching bag he had hanging in one corner. Usually he enjoyed his workouts, but tonight it wasn't about staying fit. Jake was seething with rage, humiliation, and fear, and every punch that landed on the bag was, in his mind, a smash to the face of the anonymous fag that was messing with his life.
Before yesterday, Jake had felt like he had things figured out perfectly. All his life, he'd been the center of attention. His parents, his teammates, his coaches, and women by the dozens had all fallen at his feet and fawned over him for his good looks and his athletic abilities. Even most of his teachers, though frustrated with his lack of effort in school, had mostly looked the other way when he flashed them one his smiles.
Things had always been easy for Jake in pretty much every way. Girls had been spreading their legs for him with little to no effort on his part since he was 15. He could get them to do anything he wanted, any depraved sex act that popped into his head, and they'd usually even agree to let him take videos of it. All of which, of course, he shared with his buddies and, once he got to college, with his frat brothers.
More than a few guys had made it clear they wanted him over the years, some subtly, some blatantly. Though he truly detested weak little fags Jake let a guy go down on him once in awhile, mostly to demonstrate his own dominance and humiliate them.
This fall he'd let one of the guys from the campus LGBT group suck his dick after the fag, whose backpack was covered in pride buttons and stickers, had been eye fucking him from a table near his in the commons. Jake had given him a nod and the kid followed without hesitation into an empty meeting room and hit his knees immediately.
The little blond queer had balked when Jake whipped out of his phone and started recording, but when he'd made it clear that it was a no camera, no dick situation, the fag had let him continue. He'd even let Jake gleefully degrade him, calling him things like fag, bitch, and cunt, without ever stopping his efforts to get Jake's load into his mouth. In the end, the frat boy had pulled out and shot all over the ridiculous fag rights activist's face while he struggled to get as much into his mouth as he could.
That night, Jake uploaded the video, in which his own face was never shown, to XTube. He had no idea if the fag knew about it, but it had a ton of hits now and had no doubt been shared all over the internet. He'd seen the kid a few days later in the quad at a table advertising the LGBT group and made some loud comments to one of his frat bros, just to humiliate the fag a little more.
In spite of these occasional power trips over queers, Jake had never touched another guy's dick or gone anywhere near another man's ass, let alone let anyone near his own.
Now, though, he felt like he was losing his mind. During his history class the day before, he'd been sent a link to pictures of himself sucking and getting sucked by some red headed fag in a men's room. Jake knew this had never happened, but there the pictures were. As if that weren't bad enough, things had gotten stranger. His dick had somehow come out of his pants in class, notes had just appeared on his desk, and then he'd somehow found himself completely naked in the men's room without his clothes or his phone.
To top it all off, he had some fag blackmailing him, wanting him to give up his ass or he'd send the fake (but real?) pictures to Jake's friends and family. He'd already sent a nude shot to Jake's little brother Jared. The thought of it caused Jake to begin punching the bag with increasing fury as sweat dripped down his torso.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jake yelled, dropping onto the edge of his bed and using his teeth to unstrap his boxing glove. Once it was off he picked up his phone. Still nothing from Jared, maybe the little shit would just be cool enough to never mention the `mistake'. Jake had texted him before going to bed the night before, apologizing and saying that he'd meant to send those pics to a girl he was fucking around with.
Catching sight of the time on his phone, Jake felt fear taking the lead from rage as his primary emotion. He'd skipped classes today and more or less hid out in his room at the frat house, but the deadline was fast approaching. The mystery fag had told him he'd start sending one pic an hour to his friends and family if he didn't agree to get fucked. He'd had a twenty four hour deadline and that had started twenty three hours and fifty minutes ago.
Jake jumped when the phone rang. Then, rage once again coming to the forefront, he answered with a snarl. "What?"
"Have you reached a decision?"
"Yeah. Fuck. You!"
"No, no, Jake. You're confused again. It's not me who is going to be getting fucked. Hey, how did baby bro Jared like that picture? You think he'd like to see some more? He's first on my list."
Jake felt blind panic. Jared couldn't see those pictures. They didn't get along all that well, true, but he couldn't have his little brother thinking he was a fag.
"Your silence says a lot. What's it going to be? I'm hoping it's a yes because damn, Jake, you look good sitting there, all sweaty and pissed off in those tiny little cotton shorts."
"What? How the hell- do you have a camera in my room, faggot?" Jake's eyes began to dart around the room.
The fag on the phone laughed. "You still don't get it Jake. You still don't understand what I can do. Here, let me show you."
Before he could even respond, Jake found himself holding not his cell phone, but a pair of his own boxer shorts, the ones that had disappeared after he was left naked in the bathroom. They were covered in what looked like dried cum and as soon as Jake realized this he threw them across the room and looked around wildly. Spotting his phone on the table by his bed, he grabbed it.
"You are sick, faggot! How did you do that?"
There was a laugh on the other end. "Oh, it was easy. I wrapped them around my dick and thought about fucking the tight little ass that had been inside them, and the rest just came naturally."
Jake's heart was pounding and he wanted to kick this clown's ass right now. Dropping his phone, he crossed to the punching bag and pounded it a few times in sheer rage.
"Time's up." Jake whirled around. There was no one there, but the voice hadn't been on his phone, it had been right behind him, he was sure of it.
"I'm losing my fucking mind," Jake muttered to himself. Picking up the phone he spoke into it. "No way. No one is fucking me. You can suck my dick if you want, but that's as far as I'm going."
Another laugh. "That's so generous of you. But it's not what I'm looking for." Silence. The call had been disconnected. Jake looked around the room, waiting tensely, but a few minutes passed and nothing happened. He was just starting to feel the tension in his shoulders ease when the phone rang again.
"I told you-"
"What the fuck, Jake?" Jake blinked and looked down at the caller ID on his phone.
"Jared? Fuck. Listen, man, I'm sorry. Like I said, those weren't meant for you-"
"Which ones? The naked selfies from yesterday, or these one you just sent me?"
"What?" Jake felt light headed with fear.
"Didn't know you were into dudes, Jake. Didn't want to see the evidence, either. You're sick, sending those to your brother. Once is an accident, but not twice."
"Jared, I'm not a fag. Someone is messing with me-"
"Right, so you tripped and that dick fell into your mouth?" Jared laughed.
Before Jake could respond, he suddenly no longer had his phone in his hand. He looked around for it and saw it on his dresser on the other side of the room.
"So, are you ready yet? Or do more people need to see those pictures?" Jake jumped up. The voice was in his room, coming from his open closet door. He ran over, fists at the ready, but the closet was empty. Before he could turn around he felt a draft and looked down. His shorts, which had been on him when he ran for the closet, where nowhere in sight. He spun around, but the room was still empty.
"How are you doing this? And why?"
His phone rang. Walking over to it, he looked at the screen, afraid it would be Jared, but it wasn't. "Hello?"
"I'm doing this because you're a homophobic prick who needs to be taught a lesson."
"Oh, fuck. I know who you are now. You're the gay pride queer from the commons. Did you see the video on XTube, is that why you're doing this? You knew I was recording, you let me. Not my fault if half the fucking world has seen it."
There was a silence on the other end. Jake looked down at the phone and saw that the call had disconnected.
"Let me get this straight. You posted a video on Xtube of a guy from this campus sucking your dick? Without his permission?" Jake looked around. The voice was coming from inside his closet again, but this time he didn't move.
"Yeah, so what? He knew I was filming. Or you knew. Come out of the closet, fag."
"Show me. Pull it up on your computer. Do it now, or Mommy is getting the photos of you." Jake's heart skipped a beat and he moved directly to his laptop and opened up Xtube. He found the video, which had over thirty thousand views. "Here. Come out and wa-"
'-tch it," Jake finished his sentence but found himself sitting on his bed instead of standing by his desk. He jumped up and headed towards the closet but it was empty.
The phone rang again. "Listen, I said you could suck my dick. That's all your getting."
"Jake, you're really quite a piece of work. That video is so humiliating. Why would you post something like that?"
"He got what he wanted. Just thought I'd show the world what these gay pride guys are really like at the end of the day. Anything for dick."
"I'm moving up our time table, Jakey. I want a yes right now, or the next person on my list gets the pictures, including some new ones I just took. Take a look."
A text came through and Jake's eyes went wide as he saw himself sitting right here on his own bed, with a hard dick in his mouth. "Your frat bros will certainly recognize the location on that one. I checked, a real hunky one named Beau is in the frat house right now. His room is two doors down from yours and he's sitting at his desk studying. I want a yes, or he gets the pictures. You have thirty seconds."
"Listen, you can't-"
"Twenty seconds."
"I will fucking end you!"
"Ten seconds."
"Please-"
"Five. Four. Three."
"Okay, yes! Yes! Just stop!"
"Yes? I can fuck you up the ass?"
"Yes!"
"Right there in your room, with Beau two doors down and others downstairs?"
"If it will stop you from sending the pictures, yes!"
"Handcuff your right hand to the headboard, put on the mask, and lay back."
"What? I don't fucking have handcuffs or a mask!"
"Look on your pillow."
Jake turned his head and saw that a black sleep mask and a pair of handcuffs were sitting right next to him. They hadn't been there a second before, he was sure of it.
"Please, don't make me -"
"Two. One."
"Okay! I'm doing it." Jake moved his phone to his left hand and handcuffed his right to the bed. He put the sleep mask on and sat back as instructed. "Now what?"
There was no answer and Jake realized that the phone was no longer in his hand. In fact, his left hand was now cuffed to the headboard as well, with a second pair of cuffs. He was completely defenseless.
Jake jumped when he felt a pair of hands running up and down his chest and tweaking his nipples. "You've got a great body, Jake."
"Get your hands off me, queer!"
"Kind of hard to fuck you if I don't touch you, isn't it?"
"Let's just get it over with."
Van smiled. This had all gone a lot better than he'd expected. In fact, he'd made a bonus discovery when canvasing the house a few minutes before. It was true that Beau, a buff blond with a crew cut who looked like he'd just stepped out of a Navy Seal training camp, was two doors down, but he wasn't studying at his desk. Van had found him jerking off to a particularly hot Sean Cody video online. He'd left time frozen, not wanting Beau to shoot that load yet. At the moment, only he and Jake were unfrozen.
"You got it." Van's cock was already rock hard. "I'm glad I'm going to be your first. I've only ever bottomed before, so you're my first too, in a way."
"You're my first and only, faggot. And if you go back on your deal and do anything else to me after this, I will find a way to end you, magic powers or not."
"No worries," Van said as he placed his dick against Jake's tight hole. Jake gasped, but Van just teased him briefly and then pulled away. "Let's get you ready."
Van began to rim the frat boy's hole, buried in its nest of fur. Jake made an obvious effort not to react, but after a few minutes, his dick was as hard as Van's.
"I think we're ready. I'll go nice and slow," Van said. There was no response from Jake as Van put on a condom and moved into position, but both men gasped as he slid inside. Van couldn't believe how hot and tight Jake's hole was. Jake for his part couldn't believe how much if fucking hurt.
"Stop! I changed my mind!"
"It'll be fine, it's going to feel really good in a few minutes," Van mumbled, even as he wondered if he could possibly last that long inside his first ass. It just felt amazing.
Van built up a slow, steady rhythm, all the while stroking Jake's cock and tweaking his nipples. Van found his groove, though he did have to stop several times to keep from cumming too soon.
Finally, Jake began to moan with pleasure, though he clearly was trying to fight it. "Feels great, doesn't it? Now do you get it? No do you see why gay guys like this?" Van panted.
"Fuck off, fag," Jake moaned, but his rock hard, leaking cock spoke volumes. Van approached his climax more quickly than he wanted to, but he didn't say anything to Jake as he continued to pound him until he shot his load inside the condom. Pulling out, Van quickly re-started time and then stopped it again, freezing Jake this time as well.
"That was amazing. I'm definitely going to have to be versatile from now on," Van spoke to the frat boy as if he could still hear him. Van cleaned himself up and put his clothes back on before heading back down to Beau's room. Van rolled the frat boy in his desk chair to Jake's room. Getting into the closet, Van started time.
Beau continued stroking for a split second and then looked around in shock. At that moment, Jake spoke. "Are you done fucking me?" There was an edge of frustration to his voice and his dick was standing at attention, making it all too clear he'd been enjoying himself in spite of everything.
Beau looked completely confused, but he stood up and walked over to the bed, his hard cock leading the way. It was a thick seven and a half inches, and the frat boy didn't hesitate to put it right up against Jake's hole. "You want it?" His voice was little more than a whisper.
Jake stayed quiet, unwilling to admit that he did but Van noticed that he seemed to press his ass forward, against Beau's dick. The other frat boy needed no more signal than that and he pushed inside with a grunt. Jake cried out. "Fuck, it feels like it got bigger!"
Beau began to pound his frat brother with intensity as Van watched from the closet. "Didn't know you were into this, Jake, or we could have been doing it for awhile."
"You sound different. What's going on?" Jake was still moaning in pleasure, but he seemed to have tensed up.
"I don't know who has been fucking you, bro, but you got my meat up your ass now." Beau reached down and pulled off the eye mask.
Jake gasped and shook his head. "No! Beau, this was all a set up, this fag blackmailed me. I don't know what's going on, but you need to stop fucking me, man, I'm not gay!"
"Dude, I don't care. You got a sweet ass. One minute, I'm jerking it to porn, and the next I'm here with you all ready for me. Not going to look that gift horse in the mouth."
"Beau, no!"
"You're hard as a rock, dude. I bet if I so much as touch your cock-" Beau reached out and began to run his fingers across the head of Jake's dick, which promptly exploded. Cum flew everywhere, practically hitting the ceiling, and Beau in turn suddenly groaned and began to make what was clearly his cum face.
"You're cumming inside of me! I can feel it! Fuck!" Jake groaned. The built blond fell forward and lay there on top of his frat bro, panting.
Inside the closet, Van pushed the button on his watch and stepped outside. He placed the mask back on Jake's face and unfroze time and then stopped it again with his hand on Jake's foot to keep him from freezing.
"I'll leave you alone now. I think you've really enjoyed both of those fucks, Jake. Maybe that will make you respect gay guys a bit more. Our deal stands, unless I hear of you being a homophobic asshole again. Oh, and take down that video. I know it's too late to stop it from spreading, but it's the least you can do."
"Okay," was all Jake said.
Van let himself out and waited until he was back at his dorm before he started time again. During that time, Jake lay there, unfrozen, with Beau's still hard cock inside of him and the weight on his frozen frat brother on top of him, wondering why he wasn't responding at all, until suddenly he sat up and pulled out, acting as if no time had passed. He pulled the mask off of Jake's eyes again. "Damn, that was a good fuck. We'll need to do that again."
"Maybe,' Jake muttered as Beau got off the bed.
"Hey, where's the key to your handcuffs?"
All Jake could do was groan.