Cian's heart was pumping manically from the thrill of his voyeuristic endeavour, mouth dry and eyes hungry as watched and rewatched the video. His cock ached and pressed desperately for release only to be denied, as sense took over and Cian thought against getting his dick out there and then. The fact that none of these doors had locks and people were bound to be milling around the corridor convinced him - however much he enjoyed the experience of watching someone else, he certainly would not wish for the roles to be reversed.
Collecting himself, Cian quickly uploaded the video to his laptop, hiding it in a secret folder lest anyone stumble across it. He was keeping this all to himself. The abrupt entrance of Olly yet again reaffirmed his caution: "Fancy heading down to the societies fair? Apparently freshers are supposed to go and sign up to a bunch of clubs - could be some cool stuff down there."
"Yeah yeah, sounds good", Cian replied as casually as possible, jumping up and shutting his laptop in a clumsy attempt at avoiding any suspicion.
The two boys made their way down to the main dining hall, where they were greeted by rows and rows of stalls and stands, all advertising some club or another. There was a club for everything one could imagine: from football, rugby and other sports, chess, musical groups, theatre groups even a club for hackers. Cian had always been a bit of a geek as a child and thus was instinctively drawn to the gaming and tech-y societies, but restrained himself not for the first time today, telling himself a clean slate would be good. Instead he signed his name up for a couple of sports clubs, football and hurling, as well as poker and a charity society. He didn't want to fill up his calendar too soon, lest the workload from actual lectures and classes be more than expected.
Olly, on the other hand, seemingly less concerned about academic commitments signed up to almost half the clubs available, including quite a few sports. It turns out his new figure came with a new set of hobbies too. Though initially intrigued by the pure number of clubs on offer, Cian quickly grew bored, his mind preoccupied with swirling thoughts of what had taken place earlier. The fact that he was secretly spying on a gorgeous girl stark naked and touching herself. The fact that he hadn’t been able to touch himself afterwards meant he remained very horny, and thus distracted.
***
Arriving back at his accommodation after dinner, Cian thrust his hand into his pocket to grab his keys to the overall flat and was surprised to remove a small folded up piece of paper. He entered the flat, unfurling the paper in his hands; the faded writing on the surface read;
*Cambridge Kink Club*
The most exclusive society at Cambridge University
And certainly the most fun…
Formal invitation to apply. Send;
- Full medical and sexual history
- Full body photo in only underpants
- Full body photo entirely nude
Send to [email protected] within 24 hours to be considered
Cian was startled.
*Someone must have slipped this into my pocket… is it even a real society? And why the secretive process? Plus naked pictures? Surely its dangerous as hell to send naked pictures of yourself by email…* His mind swam with thoughts… all seemingly contradicting the base urge inside him, pushing him to fill out the application. He thought of himself as fairly adventurous, sexually.
The denial of all his urges had taken a toll on Cian, and his resistance was steadily waning. Of course, the ever-present erection still pressing against his trousers. By now it was early evening and most of the flat were going out drinking and clubbing to celebrate the first night at uni. They had discussed it earlier at dinner, though with the notable absence of the mystery girl, whom he had not seen since his private show beforehand.
Nevertheless, it left him alone. At only 17 he couldn’t get in to any clubs or bars, let alone order a drink. He had no fake ID either, and had heard stories about these pubs being notoriously strict on underage drinkers.
The solitude and horniness only made the invitation to apply more tempting and he finally plucked up the nerve to do so. Questioning his decision internally more than once, he stripped off, leaving his clothes within easy reach if someone were to come home early and pay him a visit. Cian took several photos and selected the most flattering, attaching them to an email and filling out the medical history. In terms of sexual history, he had little to report - he only lost his virginity the previous year and had had 3 sexual partners.
*Perhaps this would be a good opportunity to become 'sexually educated’ and explore my kinky side*
Having sent the email, Cian spent a good portion of the rest of the evening jerking off while watching his new favourite video, reliving the thrill of voyeurism. He was surprised by how turned on just the thought of it made him, and vowed to explore this side of him further at a later date.
***
The following week went by largely without incident. Lectures began and Cian began to settle into familiar routines. His course, Economics, didn't have an overabundance of contact time with teachers, so he spent a lot of time hanging out with friends and doing work in his own time. Frustration at not being able to go out and drink remained though and many of the nights alone were spent fantasising about
Millie.
Millie was the name of the mystery girl. Cian had met her for real a couple of days after catching her naked and his crush grew and grew. She was even more beautiful wearing makeup, with seductive hazel eyes and a bubbly, infectious charm. It was hard not to smile around her. It was also hard for Cian not to mentally undress her at every meeting, unable to get the image of her perfect glistening naked body out of his head - though watching the video a few times per night certainly did nothing to aid that.
She seemed blissfully unaware of the material Cian had of her. He had considered blackmailing her a couple of times but did not have the courage. If word got out he could struggle to make any friends, especially female, in this place for the rest of his 3 year degree. He also assumed that his application had been rejected, as he hadn’t heard a word from this secret society in the week since. He was unsurprised. Unsurprised… but still disappointed.
One evening, following a routine session of jerking off while everyone else was out partying, Cian had decided to go down to the local shop to buy some junk food for a night of Netflix bingeing. The brisk October air cut through his coat as he made his way back, the lack of lampposts making the narrow streets eerily dark.
Suddenly everything went pitch-black. A coarse, rough hood was shoved over his head. Cian’s shopping hit the floor as three, maybe four sets of hands gripped his arms, pressing them violently against his sides restraining his movement completely. He struggled, panicking wildly, and tried to scream but the material of the hood was being pushed into his mouth, a hand pressed over the top. The fumes of chemicals quickly filled Cian’s nostrils, and it felt as if a great weight was pushing down on his eyelids… forcing them shut…
his body relaxing…
as he fell…