2- Vaughn

Vaughn

The stench of vomit fills the air and I can hear the stranger curse, as I lay tiredly on him, not moving an inch, though I just vomited on him. We are both soiled with vomit and I can feel some on my face.

My head is spinning so bad, but I hear someone call boss. “Boss?” My head is a jumble of mess as my furrows squeeze wondering who the boss is. Is it the handsome stranger?

“I’ll take it from here.” I hear him say and then, he begins to drag my drunk ass out of the bar. Just when we get outside, I hear him curse under his breath as he yanks me roughly away from his body. He pushes me, but I don't fall to the ground, instead, I stagger backwards, my back resting on a car. I can't tell if it's mine or someone else. It's dark and my sight is blurry.

“Bloody hell!!!!” The stranger curses, pure anger and hatred evident in his voice. My lashes flutter as I let out a low grunt, watching as he pulls off his suit jacket, and then he throws it at my face.

“Disgusting.” He curses and I let out a tired sigh. ‘Disgusting’ That's what people would call me once they find out that I'm gay. I'm a law student and I have a prominent future of becoming one of the best lawyers in the world someday. I have a future and reputation to uphold. Everyone looks up to me and I pull a fake facade just to be the perfect kid. I hate it.

“What shit is this? Who gets drunk and vomits on anyone??? You're so lucky that my shirt is not stained, or I would have cut off your dick and fed it to you!!” instead of being scared of how dangerous and angry he sounds, I feel a thrill. And then I just blurt the words out?

“Or you can suck me off instead.” Time stills between me and the handsome stranger. He's shocked and so am I. But the drunk side of me does not give a fuck tonight.

“Instead of cutting it off, why don't you go down on your knees and wrap those sexy lips around it? It will feel much better.” I slur and the stranger who has kept that calm and dangerous facade, looks taken aback.

I've always fantasized about how it would feel to have a man kneeling to suck me off, but I'm the good one, I can never try out my fantasies. I realized that I liked men when I was 15 and since then, I’ve never fucked or kiss a man, or even a woman. I'm a fucking sexually frustrated virgin. All I do is watch gay p**n and jerk myself off.

“What did you just say?” He scoffs, taking slow steps towards me and then he stops mere inches away from me.

He looks good, his scar makes him stand out even more. How did he get it?

My eyes flutter and I swallow, but I wince feeling the terrible taste of my vomit. Gosh, I stink.

“I’ve always wanted to know how it feels to have a man suck me off. I want to know how it feels like to be chased, gagged and fucked roughly by a man.” There I said it. I finally let out my feelings for once and it feels so good. It's like a weight has been lifted from my chest.

“I always have these dark thoughts. I'm twisted. I'm not fuckimg okay.” I state, hitting my head. “I have so many dark fantasies and being the golden boy of Saint-McCarthy is frustrating!!” I sigh and then I find myself sitting down on the ground.

The banging on my head keeps increasing with each passing second. I think I'm going to pass out. The stranger says nothing and just keeps staring at me, his hard gaze boring holes in my skin.

“And why do you keep trying to be the people pleaser?” He asks and I don't reply. I can't reply. I'm seeding double and I'm finding it hard to form words.

“I’ll tell you why.” He approaches me and then squats right in front of me. “It's because you are pathetic!” His voice holds no warmth and is laced with venom. As he speaks I can feel the intense hatred emanating from him. He hates me. But why?

“You're just a pathetic kid, Vaughn. Very.” He deadpans and I gulp, my eyes fluttering as I try to keep them open. I can't.

“W…What’s Y….Y…..Your N…name?” I stammer softly and the corner of his lips curves.

“My name is not important right now, Vaughn. What's important now are the things that I'm going to do to you.” The what? I blink in confusion, watching as he rises back to his feet.

“I'll see you soon, Vaughn.” He deadpans and I wonder what he means by his words, but I'm too drunk to ask. So I just watch as he walks away, leaving me in my drunken state.