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The Detriment of Power

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by anonymous

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Oh, how he knew he was the stud. It was all in the swagger, of course, strutting about campus as if, well – as if he well and truly owned the place. And, perhaps in part, he did, being such a connoisseur of sex and, undoubtedly, the finer sex of his college campus. Most students with scholarships in their pockets had their heads down working but there would always be a stringent difference between those and the ones who were there on mom and dad's dime, there to have a good time and not really learn all that much about what the world and life itself had to offer them.

Javier smirked as he passed a girl – could he really call them women when they were so wide-eyed and innocently in awe of him? – that he'd slept with only the previous weekend. He caught her eye only briefly but was not interested in going for a second round there, although she gasped and ducked her head shyly all the same, tottering away under a tree as if she suddenly needed a moment to herself. Javier, of course, did not blame her one bit. He would have needed a moment to compose himself if he'd been in the presence of such a stud but there was and never would be anyone to compare to him, at least on that campus.

He worked out – of course, he did – to keep his body in such fantastic shape, abdominals hard and wanting as if they craved to display themselves even through the cotton of his fitted T-shirt. The sleeves of that shirt hugged his biceps, rounded out over his shoulders too as his body practically bugled out of it, unable to be contained by something as fragile as clothing. His hair was something that he kept cropped rather short, the dark brown locks near black as he lathered them with gel, a ruffled, spiky look that he doubted would ever go out of style. He wasn't one, however, to spend much time on his appearance beyond ensuring that he was smooth and clean-shaven at all times – unless he was targeting a fine piece of ass that liked her men a little rougher around the edges.

Grinning, Javier shook his head, although his smile was one that people readily returned, all eyes on him as he walked alone, confident and suave at all times. No, it had been a good, long while since he'd had to persuade someone to sleep with him or at least woo them, his reputation in the sack preceding him. His tanned skin called his lovers to him like a beacon, hands coarse but not too coarse – just enough to remind them that he was indeed a man and oh so very ready to rock their world. His hair was kept away from his face with the short trim at all times, allowing the eye to better roam the cut of his jaw and cheekbone, breathtakingly handsome at the best of times with dancing, wicked brown eyes, the pools of which more than one woman had lost herself in.

A physical specimen of particular prowess, he knew he deserved to have eyes on him, although he did wonder with a flicker of pleasure just how many of those watching him were imagining fucking him right at that very time as he made his way down the avenue of trees. Heading to another campus building made him stretch out his legs into a long, easy stride and, if it had been acceptable, he would have worn something a little more fitted on his lower half just to draw attention downwards to the bulge there. Of course, that did not stop every lady on his route from pausing and dropping their eyes – and even a few men too – but he could only give them just what they wanted as the sex stud of the school one by one.

Form an orderly queue, ladies, he thought with a quirk of his lips, passing into the shade of the building housing the 'alternative' lecture rooms. The weekend's coming and that's when you fine, young things can really see what I have to give you.

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Of course, he'd have to kick out his roommate yet again when he brought someone home but that was pretty much par for the course and he didn't like Ken all that much anyway. Skinny bastard... He thought he was better than him but, well, what did it say about them that he was the virgin and Javier was the experienced stud that he was?

Yes... Javier pushed his shoulder blades back, dropping a sly wink to a blonde with big tits that he had not had the pleasure of admiring before.

“Hello there."

And it should not have been that easy – yet, it was. She wavered, lips quivering and then breaking into a wide smile.

“Hiiiiiiii!"

Javier returned the grin in kind, although his was more of the kind that a predator may give on locking onto its hapless prey, a jungle cat's tail swishing and flicking anxiously back and forth in prelude for the one and only possible outcome.

She'd be his next target.

*

“Fah-ack," he swore, drawing out the curse into two syllables as he flung himself back on his bed, arms strewn over his pillow in a bulge of muscle that it was surprising that the action was not entirely calculated and deliberate. “I'm never gonna get the grade in Folklore Studies..."

His roommate, a skinnier specimen of the college student with round glasses, a near-permanent scowl and raised eyebrows, grunted and turned the page in his textbook. With his freckled skin and ginger hair, it was no wonder he was a virgin – not that he'd told Javier that but, really, could anyone possibly look like that and not be a virgin? However, no matter how often Javier raised the question, he couldn't get anything out of the nerd about just how far he'd gotten.

Ken ignored him as he always did, forcing him to drive home the interrogation, as jovial and banter-ish as it was between lads.

“Didn't you pass that class?" He pressed, tossing a rolled up pair of socks at Ken, which bounced off his leg with nary a reaction. “What did you have in the exam? Was it hard?"

Ken rolled his eyes.

“Probably listened a damn side more than you, that's for sure."

Sighing, he put the textbook down and pressed the tips of his fingers together, peering at Javier over the rounded rims of his glasses. Javier started, smirking confidently. Was he actually going to get more than a few words out of Ken for once? Damn, maybe the nerd could come out of his little turtle shell after all!

“Look, you do this thing, don't you?" He waved his hand vaguely. “You don't want to study for that class – hell, you don't want to study for anything, do you? I don't know why you're here. So, why don't you just do that thing that you do and, well, fuck her? You'll get the grade and a lay out of it too. What could be better? I mean, for you."

Javier blinked at him slowly, lower jaw falling ever so slightly slack (not enough to appear gormless in the slightest, of course) and Ken wondered, for the briefest of moments, if he had indeed broken the stud of the campus. It would be a blessing indeed if he could avoid hearing his voice but, unfortunately for him, Javier was merely processing the idea and leapt to his feet with a howl of triumph, throwing his hands up in the air and scattering papers everywhere.

It was too late to take that one back!

“What an idea – Ken, my man, you're a fricking certified genius!" He shouted, punching the air. “Why didn't I think of it before? It's so obvious?"

“What?" Ken baulked, spluttering in his haste to get his words out in something akin to the right order. “No, I think you've got the wrong end of the stick there, it's not... Javier!"

But Javier was already gone, disappearing around the doorframe as he raced off into the evening on his hunt for a better grade and, truly, a far more tempting prospect than the red-haired bimbo who'd been batting her eyelashes at him over lunch. No, the professor was going to spread those strong, slinky legs for him and he was going to get a better grade out of it too!

Sighing, Ken turned the page of his textbook and pushed his glasses back up his nose.

“Well, it's his funeral."

*

It was easy to find Kendra with Ken's so very helpful direction, of course. She sat in the corner of her favourite cocktail bar with some kind of fruity, froufrou concoction clasped between her delicate palms. Sadly for her but not for him, she was all alone: an easy target to acquire and add to his collection. And just why wouldn't she want to take him back to her home? Drawing himself up tall, although he did not cut a physically intimidating figure more than a sexually divine one, Javier strutted right up to her, moving through the crowd so easily that it was as if every person in the bar was parting before him, in awe of his mere presence alone.

Her eyes lifted to his, a sharp blue that held the promise of nails and teeth in a darkened room, and, against himself, a little tremble of raw anticipation tingled down his spine. Damn, she was fine... He wasn't sure how he hadn't noticed it before but perhaps he had had his sights set on younger targets – girls his own age. Kendra, as she'd requested to be called, was a stunning woman, it had to be said, clad in black high heels with her ankles crossed with surprising demureness beneath the table. A slinky black and red dress clung to the narrowing of her thigh just above the knee, showing off what she had to offer with a tantalising glimpse of more, but it was the creamy hue of her alabaster skin that he ached to run his fingers up, questing for the sweet heat of her pussy.

She could not fail to notice him, both eyebrows shooting up on his approach, the stalk of a jungle cat on the prowl for a very different kind of prey.

“Can I help you?"

Javier raised an eyebrow as if to mimic her, his full lips twitching as if to curl into a half-smile.

“Oh... Is that how such a lovely woman such as you says hello?"

“Are you supposed to be in here?" She said levelly, meeting his eyes with a ferocious sort of withdrawn intent. “I come here to be away from my students."

Puffing up his chest – the muscle definition there was rather impressive – Javier gave his best, most winning smile.

“I'm not just any student, am I...professor?"

It was a rhetorical question at best and even Kendra's breath caught as he leaned onto her table, his massive forearms connecting solidly with it as he moved his face in closer and closer to hers. Any casual observer may have wondered if he was going in for a kiss but, alas, it was not to move that swiftly as those crimson lips, painted to a sharp line, drew back quickly, putting space between them.

“No, you aren't..."

If he'd been more of a human being and less of a misogynist, perhaps Javier would have taken heed of the caution of others who mused over what the folklore professor did in her free time, for she was quite a character, but that side of gossip had never been something that interested him. He was only interested in his next lay, maintaining his reputation as easily as a fish swam through a lake, weaving between reeds in the search of its next feed. But it was Kendra's laugh that was his next 'feed', so to speak, giving him confidence and courage that his sexual hunger both relished and devoured.

No, pressing his lips to the back of her hand, he wooed and sweetened her up, knowing all through the, sadly, non-alcoholic experience that he was going to go home with her that night, flattering her with what little he had taken from her classes. Of course, she had to know just what he was doing but that didn't matter – as long as he got between her legs and got the grade at the end of the night, it was all good by him.

And, oh, she was sweet. Sweetly hot, he could have said, panting against his neck as he laid her back onto her bed and crammed her full of every last inch of his achingly hard shaft. He was, of course, very well-endowed, although he never seemed to hurt his partners, stretching each and every one out to the point that their heads spun, stars leaping and dancing between fluttering, lowered eyelids, his cock and skill beyond the compare of any other male they had ever had before.

“More!" Kendra cried, wrapping her legs around his waist, dress hiked up around her hips. “More! Give me more!"

And he wasn't going to do anything but fuck her to within an inch of her sensibilities, although one could argue that any sense had left her the very moment she'd left the cocktail bar with Javier. Standing before the bed while she lay back, he slammed into her with a feral grunt, teeth clenched as he held off his orgasm, climax tingling at the back of his mind, although in such a way that he remained confident in his prowess and ability to hold off. It was strange, in a way, that women were expected to climax as quickly as possible – a testament to the skill of the one bringing them over that tempting, blissful edge – and yet men had to hold back just to show how virile and powerful they were.

Javier, however, wasn't one to consider such a thing even in the heat of the moment. Kendra's pussy squeezed around him and, although he'd already buried his face between her legs, he relished in the sensation of her climaxing on his cock, squealing and writhing beneath him with such force that it was a wonder that she didn't tip him off the bed altogether. Gritting his teeth, Javier groaned and forced himself to go on, ecstasy flaring up through every last inch of his being. He could hold off, just to maintain his reputation, although it was an easier task for him than it was for many other males. All he had to do was keep thrusting, keep on rocking her world, until he knew she was good and satisfied and done and he could finally claim the release that was the grand finale of every event.

Oh, but how her pussy clenched around him! His eyes rolled back into his skull as he nipped at her throat, emboldened by the tremors running through her as his feet sought for purchase on a rug that could have been better placed on a polished wood floor. Although he had not seen much of her home as he'd been dragged, kissing and fumbling like virgins, through the doorway, the lights off in their haste to get to what they both craved so very badly. The sheets tangled around his leg, hanging down from her buttocks off the edge of the bed, and he hissed through his teeth, her nails raking down his back as if they had suddenly and abruptly turned into claws in the heat of the moment.

That did it.

Howling out his pleasure, he crushed his lips to hers to silence her moans, forcing her to taste her own juices on his lips from where he had been eating her out earlier that night, balls tugging up blissfully as he released his load. There was nowhere else for him to orgasm than into such a hot body, even though it would have been arousing to see her with his cum painted across her face, however, just to highlight further how much he could cum with thick rope after rope of semen covering her. His seed flooded her, thick and heavy and so virile that he was sure she'd be dripping with it for a week or more – that was if his past conquests were anything to go by.

Heaving and panting, Javier kissed her deeply, commanding and controlling her mouth as her movements fell weaker and weaker against him, energy seeping from her in the afterglow of her last orgasm. And he knew just how good that felt too from what he'd been told, how he made women feel as if they'd been ruined for any other man and, truly, they were. His fat cock pulsed and spurted, filling her to the brim as cum oozed from her sore and pleasantly stretched snatch, a hole to be filled that had taken all it could.

Yet, he was not to stop climaxing then and there, unwilling to relinquish the control of ecstasy while he thought that he was in control. Breaking the kiss with a whimper that had endeared him to many a partner, Javier ground into her powerfully, intent on ploughing every last drop of cum he had to give into her cunny. And she was hardly in a position to stop him – not that she would have ever wanted him to either – even as her legs slumped from around the waist, dangling over the edge of the bed as she moaned weakly and rolled her head slowly from one shoulder to the next.

“Oh, Javier..."

But that was all she could hope to get out as he lavished attention on her – hey, he wasn't a stud for nothing – and kissing down her neck, up across the line of her jaw and anywhere his lips landed. He was confident in his ability and, when his softened cock finally eased from her snatch, he knew that he had left another notch in a bedpost behind him, even though Kendra clung to him as if for an anchor in a storm that threatened to hurl her overboard. Yet he was there, holding her fast and safe and warm, and she curled up into his embrace with a breathy moan that seemed foreign coming from her lips.

Javier grunted and rubbed sweat from his brow: fucking was hard work! But it would all be worth it in the end, even if the means to the mutually beneficial end was, of course, very pleasurable in its approach.

Yet he had to make sure that end was secured too or else it would be all for nought or worse. It was not the time for such a conversation but he lay down on the bed beside her, murmuring her name as he tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear and his professor impulsively turned her cheek into his hand. In a way, it was adorable, letting him know just how much power and control he still had over the situation at hand and, ultimately, of her too.

“So..." He panted, rolling over onto his back and putting his hands behind his head, elbows jutted out at sharp, controlling angles. “About that grade..."

She laughed breathlessly, her hair a ruffled mess but a smile on her painted lips which had undoubtedly been neater at an earlier point in the evening.

“A grade..." She shook her head, although could not find the energy in her happily drained body to do any more than that. “Why are you talking about this now?"

“I'll give you the grade."

And that was all he needed to hear as he slipped into a quick power-nap with the professor's head on his chest, blonde strands of hair lifting with each inhalation to tickle his nose.

Oh, yes, he was just that good.

*

He got the grade and finished the class the next week – no exam necessary for that one as it was all in the realm of takeaway assignments, which he supposed he should have realised for something like Folklore Studies. Although it had been an optional course he'd signed up to just to get the credits required to continue on into his second year (nothing else had seemed interesting enough even in comparison to that) he could not have said that he regretted doing the course, considering just how it had tuned out in the end. Why, he would have said that he'd gotten an A-plus if he'd been asked about it!

In the end, he'd settled for a very lenient A – or whatever the equivalent marks were these days, for it didn't matter all that much for him – that would push him on nicely to the next level. But what better way did he have to celebrate than find another hot chick to take out and, of course, take back to his dorm room to get it on with? There was always one waiting for him and he laughed as he exited another lecture hall with his friends and said new squeeze, only to find his last professor standing there with her hands tucked behind her back.

Pursing her lips, Kendra's eyes fell to his friends and then immediately snapped back to him, hair pulled back into a tight, domineering bun.

“Javier..." Her eyes smouldered. “A moment, please. You left so quickly after my last class that I did not have a chance to catch you."

He should have seen the danger in her formal tone but, alas, Javier was not a man to heed such warning. No, on the contrary, he had what he needed from her and so merely smiled and shook his head, his arm around a giggling girl who stood a good head and shoulders shorter than him. Standing tall, he allowed her to lean into his bulk and strength, chest raised and powerful.

“Sorry, professor, I'm afraid I don't have the time for you today!"

And, leaving her gobsmacked by the side of the path, he squeezed his arm around Sarah's – wait, was her name Sarah? Or Sue? Sally? – shoulders and sauntered off with her, already thinking of just how hard he was going to fuck her later that night. He wouldn't see her again afterwards, or maybe she'd try to get in with him like Kendra was, but there was nothing he could do about that when there were so many other fine ladies all clamouring and shrieking for his attention.

No... Javier walked with a bounce in his stride, swagger inflated. He wouldn't want to disappoint all those hungering for him, would he? Kendra would just have to understand that – understand that he was the one who held all the true power and the cards in his hand above all else.

Alas, if only Javier had known what he had begun, perhaps he would have treated every last one of his partners with a deal more compassion than he had to begin with. But it was too late for second thoughts and regrets as Kendra worked in her kitchen, drawing on the concoction that would take everything from him and so very much more. He laughed and incited his date to giggles, although he would never see her again after bedding her for the very first time, just like all the others.

Just like Kendra.

He kissed the girl – Sandra, her name had been Sandra! – as passionately as he had all the rest, their bodies blurring into one in his mind as his ego swelled, head overfilled with grandeur with regards to his ability. And yet he was one who could say, truly, that he was not by any means compensating for anything when it came to his bedroom boasts, knowing that he really was as good as he thought he was and so very much more.

Javier was so wrapped up in the impression of himself that he had fed and cultivated so lovingly for so very long that it took him a moment to realise, driving his tongue into her pussy to taste her sweet nectar, that things were not as they should have been. Of course, her body had its own unique curves and nuances, that could not be denied, but there was something thick and awkward about the encounter all of a sudden without a single drop or inkling of prior warning.

No. He ploughed on, groaning into her sex as he delved his tongue deep. He knew what to do and he did what he did do damn well too. Javier knew this. Why then was his lover squirming in such a way that she seemed to be trying to get away from him rather than arch in closer, his fingers pressing in too hard on her thighs as she gasped and pushed at his head. Of course, he didn't listen to her. It had to be something wrong with her and not him. It never was him.

But...something was wrong. Something was very wrong. He lapped clumsily up over her clit, teeth catching on her soft folds as he pulled back, the taste seeming wrong in his mouth although there was nothing particularly unusual about it. Shaking himself – he must have been having a strange day – Javier dove back in and immediately nipped her labia with such force that she squealed and rocked away from him and the pain, eyes wide and plaintive.

“What..."

Sandra floundered, clawing at the bedspread as she flipped on the lamp on her rickety bedside table: standard issue by the college. He blinked and reached for her – if he continued, maybe everything would be alright – but she had her hands up, lips parted breathily as her eyes darted frantically anywhere but his eyes, refusing to lock her gaze with his.

“What's wrong?" She reached out to him, eyes brimming over with concern. “Oh, did I do something wrong? I get too into it, I pressed in on your head, didn't I? I'm so sorry!"

As she babbled her apologies, Javier latched onto them, not without an inward sigh of relief. Yes, that had to have been it – it wasn't him. Of course, no, it wasn't him. Things weren't going wrong because of him.

“Don't worry, baby," he murmured, taking her into his arms for a quick embrace before turning her gently over onto all fours. “Let me show you what a real good time looks like."

Doggy style was perhaps not the most pleasurable position for a woman but he knew it would allow him to grind nice and deep into her, her brown hair bouncing in those luscious curls all the time. They begged him to wind his fingers into them and, as if driven by a higher power, he did so...and yanked back far too hard, snapping her head up.

“Ow!"

He flinched.

“Ah... Babe?"

It wasn't in his nature to surrender an apology and so he hastily pushed on her shoulder, not allowing her to turn around as he squeezed his cock into her. That, thankfully, went more easily than anything else and she breathed a moan, rolling her hips back onto his shaft as she took him deep.

“Oh, yeah!" She growled, digging her fingers into the bed. “Fuck me hard!"

That was just what he wanted to hear and a little of his characteristic swagger returned to him as Javier smirked and gripped her hips, although it was more a show of power than out of any sense that she was going to try to squirm away from him. And yet...it was all wrong. He couldn't thrust in rhythm, the jabs of his hips erratic even as he held out, orgasm but a shadow in the back of his mind as he floundered as haplessly as a virgin. Moaning and groaning too loudly to be true or believable, he worked his glutes, forcing the muscle to do what he wanted even if it ended up in a rather jerky series of thrusts.

Caught in the glow of the lamp, their features were cast into stark, unflattering reality, her hair hanging down to cover her face as he fucked her, Sandra's moans quieter and quieter. She was not quite ready for him either, not having been completely aroused to begin with, but her jaw tightened and she took him like a champ anyway, his cock bottoming out inside her and grinding awkwardly up to the innermost barrier of her cervix.

“Oh, yeah," he groaned, trying to get into it even as his heart rate escalated sharply. “You feel so good, baby."

But Sandra had nothing to say in return as he fucked her, each juddering hump rocking her forward without resulting in pleasure on her lips. She grunted and twisted thickly, seeming to endure rather than enjoy the encounter, although she did not once try to move away from him. Perhaps she was confused as to what was happening? After all, she was fucking the damn stud of the campus! He was supposed to be a good lay – the best lay! Things weren't meant to be awkward and difficult and he most certainly wasn't supposed to already be feeling like he was going to climax right then and there!

Alas, the first true moan had barely broken her lips, her passage welcoming him more eagerly, before he grunted out a throaty climax, humping into her with short, driving thrusts that nearly knocked her flat on her face. He simply couldn't hold back the very moment he felt her tight, warm pussy wrap itself around him, squeezing and clenching – and then he was gone, lost to the sensation as his legendary stamina and the body he'd fought so hard to cultivate failed him.

Desperate, he tried to hump and fuck harder, slamming into his temporary lover of the evening without care or concern for her pleasure, so anxious was he to draw out his abrupt orgasm for just a scant second more. Sandra was forced to spread her arms out on the bed for balance as he spent himself inside her, the orgasm so thick and heavy that it drooled from her as if it was pouring from a tap in a sink. Shuddering through rushing relief, Javier at least thanked any listening gods that that part of sex had not changed, his cum seeding her full as she so badly needed to be. If he'd known that that too was soon to be taken from him, perhaps he would have thought otherwise or maybe even just made the most of the moment while it was his to claim.

There would be very little for him to claim anymore, weak and on his knees before the one who had taken it all from him. One could say, however, that he deserved it, the control that he'd thought he'd had fragile at best, every ability he'd had in the bedroom so easily taken away when he should have been at the peak of his prowess. Yet never again should he fuck a girl all night, bringing her to screaming climax after climax as his cock spurted too soon and continued to disappoint every partner he took from then on. Sandra was not the last of them – of course, she was not.

Only one thing, however, was missing, churning sickly in the pit of his stomach as he mumbled and kissed her and sought the exit with the desperation of a dying man. It would not have bothered many other men, caught up in their own pleasure, but it did for him, entranced by power and all that he had.

He had not gotten her off. Neither had he had his usual level of pleasure – the short, sharp burst of orgasm was hardly what he was used to despite the usual volume of heady cum – and it worried him, an anxious curl winding into his gut as if his intestines had abruptly become snakes. But that was not possible and he made his excuses as quickly as possible, falling back into his own, swaggering demeanour as soon as his cock was out of her.

“Yeah, baby, I gotta get going, y'know?" He crooned, tipping her chin sweetly up to his. “But I'll be back real soon to take care of you properly, spend some real quality time with you."

They were, of course, all empty words and he had a feeling in his gut that she knew it too as she nodded and dropped her head down to the pillow, eyes glassing over as he closed the door softly on his heels, his tail figuratively tucked between his legs. And yet he was not swift enough to close the door before her final words to him drifting forth, more of a passing comment that hurt worse than a criticism itself.

“Huh, I thought he'd be a better lay than that..."

*

It was all a fluke, he told himself. Something that would never happen again. Hell, it wasn't as if someone could suddenly become bad at sex! And it wasn't as if either one stupid girl was going to ruin his entire reputation. No one would believe her that she hadn't had the best sex of her life with him and, well, if she tried saying anything he'd have to set her straight. A superior grin and shake of his head – all to put her down in the most public way possible, of course – would most likely do the trick and seal away his status well and truly as the king of all kings.

Football was the college sport of choice, perhaps somewhat because it was one of those events that it was easy to take drinks into – and not the soft drink that could be drunk out in the open when a student was underage. There was nothing better than a drop of liquid relaxation to soften up a night out and Javier had found the perfect girl with which to get back into the game after that minor blip with Sandra: a black-haired chick with a pixie cut who was trying a little too hard to be edgy. Point in case, however, she was absolutely perfect for what he needed her for.

Up in the bleachers, it was all too easy for their hands to sneak under one another's clothing, pressed close with his big coat wrapped around them – pretty much the only use he could think up for a coat that size. Clothing only hid the interesting things on a person anyway but his hands were free to roam and squeeze and grope and stake his claim as she groaned and wriggled against him, begging him with her eyes alone for what her lips could not form. Oh, she needed him as much as he needed her, but it was him that would take the lead, controlling the situation while she followed, a cute piece to hang off his harm and then plough.

It stood to reason though that they could only handle so much of the hot and heavy stuff in the bleachers, the crowd cheering mostly for the home team, before their lusts rose too much, coloured with the tint of cheap, warm beer.

“Hey, baby," he whispered, slinking his arm around her neck as Cindy giggled and batted her eyelashes up at him, shining with youthful innocence and glee. “You wanna blow this joint?"

Of course, she did – what a question to ask! She knew just what he was like and his ego was justly boosted as he scurried back to his dorm room with her in tow, head spinning pleasurably with the knowledge that he was about to get his rocks off and show himself that the last time was just a moment that would never again repeat itself. And, to begin with, everything was fine. Sure, the oral was awkward but it was easy enough to relax and lie back on the bed with her warm lips wrapped around his cock, the only movement he needed to make the light rock up into her mouth. And, damn, did she give a good blowjob too!

Javier grinned and moaned, guiding her head with a hand on the back, fingers twisted into her hair for that sense of control that he had not before known he'd needed, the mere sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth over again driving him crazy.

But crazier than normal – much, much more. Javier panted for breath and heaved, leaning over her as he curled his torso up from the bed, needing more even as orgasm rushed upon him. His eyes widened and yet he couldn't stop it, a cry bursting from sore and chapped lips in a strangled howl. His lover, however, was less than impressed as she gulped and coughed and hacked on his cum, the load shooting into the back of her throat and, blessedly for her, stopping short there, not depositing all that much into her mouth as she gave him a reproachful look.

“That was quick!" She said, grumbling and pouting as she wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. “Jeez, give a girl some warning!"

Gasping, Javier shook his head and slung his arm around her, drawing her in against him as he strove to buy himself time in the heat of the moment. Just how long had it been since he'd cum that quickly? Had he ever cum that quickly, even back when it had been his real first time ever? His head spun, one thought chasing the tail of the other so that he could not discern the difference between any single one, head throbbing with such force that he had to fight down the urge to rub his temples.

Cindy made a face as he tried to pull her in.

“Honestly, if you're done already, what about me? I thought you were supposed to be good!"

His world froze and Javier swallowed – hard – blood roaring in his ears. Time seemed to have no meaning as he watched, as if set back from the scene before him, Cindy shifting away, already checking out of the encounter as she folded her arms across her full, perky breasts. He groaned deeply in the back of his throat. He should have really fondled those breasts before she got too annoyed with him... But it wasn't like it was his fault that he'd cum that quickly! It was a one-time thing – really!

“Don't you worry about that, baby..."

Quick! Javier licked his lips, his confident exterior wavering. He had to think of something! Drawing himself up, he tried to look as cool and settled in himself – bold and in control – as possible, although it came off as more of a farce than anything else.

“I can go all night." He settled on his old standby, at last, hiding the tremble of his fingers as he drew her into his arms. “See..."

And that part was true, at least, as his cock was already hardening again, plumping out as he rocked against her thigh, questing for her entrance as that need to cum rose again in the back of his mind, a churning throb in his balls that had to be addressed. Of course, there was nothing he would do or could do to avoid it and groaned softly as she took his cock in hand, biting her lower lip so very delicately that he could have sworn that the motion was practised and rehearsed.

Yeah... Javier smirked, tilting her chin up to kiss that lip, tongue driving into her mouth. He was that good that he could get off once and then be hard and ready to go again! She'd see just what a stud he was, how virile and powerful he was, once she got his cock inside her. And wasn't that what every girl lucky enough to catch his eye at college wanted, in the end? To fuck him?

She was lucky enough to get just that. He laid her back gently into the missionary position, a simple one that he was sure he could last in. Javier had to be careful, had to prove that he was still going to be a stud regardless of a couple of awkward moments; they would not define him. His cock thankfully stayed hard as he entered her and Cindy was, all of a sudden, back on board, writhing and moaning madly as she tried to rock her hips up into his slow, languid thrusts, bringing a fresh rise of power to his head.

Yes... He hissed through his teeth as he slammed into Cindy, the slash of her black hair stark against his pillow. It was where she needed to be and just where he needed to be too, hips driving harder and faster to give her the best fuck of her life. His muscles bulged, rippling with strength, and Cindy moaned, in awe at his prowess as he sped up more and more, driving in...

And then orgasm swept over him again, an unfulfilling burst and a few drops of cum that hardly bore testament to his powerful climaxes before. Javier gasped and tried to keep going – if he just didn't stop thrusting, maybe she wouldn't notice? – but there was no calling halt to the revelation when he just couldn't thrust anymore, his cock softening so much and so quickly after orgasm that there was simply no possible way for him to play it off. It was done and dusted and, well, his orgasm was so fleeting that he was left scrabbling and flailing after it like a far dumber man, the pleasure that coursed through him at that moment of climax so scant in comparison to what he had once had that it may as well have not been present at all.

Wrinkling her nose, Cindy looked down her body as he drew away shamefully, a stud in physique but no longer any more than that. His cock wilted so quickly that it was as if it had never gotten hard to begin with and there seemed to be no point in even paying it any attention at all as he looked away, ignoring his body as it failed him when he most needed to perform.

“Wow... Oh... That's..."

But she couldn't get out the words she needed to as she frowned and tugged her panties back up her legs from where they had been dangling off one ankle. Woodenly, Javier let her, sitting back with the sheets humiliatingly cast across his cock as if he needed to hide it from view. A sullen part of him slunk back and away, telling himself, by way of making himself feel a little better about the whole debacle, which wasn't very much better at all, if he was truthful with himself.

Cindy, of course, was not to be placated as he mumbled apologies and tried to make up for the nightmare that he was surely in, for it was not him and most certainly not his body that had been performing in bed. She would understand that right? He must be sick... But Cindy wouldn't take it badly at all, would she?

“I thought you could go all night!" She blurted out, fingers flying to her lips. “You're... Oh!"

And, with that, Cindy grabbed her jacket and slung it back over her shoulders, barely pausing to tug on her miniskirt (it was no wonder she'd had to snuggle in close to him for warmth earlier) before running out the door.

“Damn, she was in a hurry, wasn't she?" Ken laughed, glasses askew as if he'd been shoved into the wall when she beat a hasty retreat. “What did you do? Shove it up her ass or something?"

Javier scowled and launched a book at him, fury darkening his face. But there was nothing eloquent about his anger, the sheets hanging over his crotch even as Ken strutted through with more confidence than he'd ever seen on his roommate and flopped onto his bed to continue his studying as calm as anyone would like.

Yet he was one who didn't know what was going on and neither did he see the anger rising in Javier's eyes, a growl rising up from the back of the man's throat like the cry of some kind of wild animal. The glass shattered into the wall beside Ken's head a moment before he swore and leapt for the door, panic setting in as he escaped the presence of one who was suitably crazed, deranged in the trickling, maniacal loss of his power.

“Get the fuck out!"

If only he knew what the loss of his sexual power would mean for his life.

*

It had to get better but, of course, it didn't get better. Nothing got better. On the outside, Javier was the same stud he'd always been, always with a swagger and a smile that conveyed his confidence to everyone and anyone with their eyes on him. But, as he tried to bed more and more women unsuccessfully – at least to his previous level of stamina and prowess – the rumours spread. The looks of admiration turned to pity and a sort of morbid curiosity that should really have only been reserved for the worst kind of train wreck situation, someone losing the plot, but what Javier didn't realise was that he'd long ago lost the plot and was now the spectacle on show for absolutely all the wrong reasons.

In the bedroom, it only got worse and it was probably his persistence in trying to prove that he was the stud he had been before that was his ultimate downfall. Oh, how he tried, going after girl after going just to see if, next time, his performance would be any different. He didn't catalogue their names, only because then he would have to remember their faces and remember his performance and he couldn't possibly go back over that.

A red-head: he remembered her though. She'd come into his room, dangling off his arm as he tossed Ken out, tumbling onto his bed as she expected her best night ever. She'd taken his cock easily and moaned and then looked down in shock as he deflated inside her.

“What?" She said. “Aren't you horny?"

“I... Well... It's..."

“What do you... Oh my god!"

She scrambled away from Javier with a look of disgust on her face.

“Did you just come already?" She yelled, clutching the bed sheets to her chest. “What are you – a freak? A virgin? Who gets off that quick?"

And he shrank back, holding up his hands in a futile attempt to placate her before she ran off and made everything so very much worse.

The next was no better, a mop of curly blonde hair that reached down to the centre of her back. He knew it was that long because he tried fucking her up against the wall behind the archaeology building – who knew if a change of scene may help? Of course, it did not, and he'd barely gotten his cock into her tight pussy before he was grunting through a pitiful climax, his cock and stamina nowhere near enough to give her the pleasure she needed.

That had been the harshest rumour. He didn't know who she was but she'd spread the word far, although girls still kept coming to him, perhaps out of a morbid kind of curiosity, wanting to see how bad he was. Javier wanted to think that they just didn't believe the rumours but he knew that was something far too close to wishful thinking for the likes of him. Of course, he took every last girl back to his room or theirs, thinking he could do better. He needed to do better, needed to get back to his old self one way or another.

And yet, he could not. He kissed another nameless girl wantonly, teeth clashing awkwardly together as he slammed into her – and immediately climaxed. She clicked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and shook her head, disappointed in the result of their quick tryst but, well, not seeming all that surprised by what had happened. Maybe she'd expected it, his reputation crumbling even as he tried to snatch it back like the dripping cock of his fallen stamina.

Hanging his head, Javier heaved a sigh, trying and failing to cover up his discomfort, his complete and utter failure as his skin prickled with painful heat, seeming to burn from the inside out with shame that he had never felt before. His cock tingled, oozing futile drops of cum even while soft – as if that was going to get her back on his side, soothe the anguish curling about his mind as every last memory of his manhood (for he could not say that even his muscle was manly without the pleasure of using his cock) was wholly stripped from him.

It was all as she'd planned.

“Well, well, well," she murmured as she tugged her clothes back on, not even bothering to try to claim her orgasm from him. “Look who's changed."

He blinked at her, foggy-headed in the aftermath of a blunt, quick climax. What? Had he fucked her before? Had she been so unremarkable that he just couldn't keep her in the mind even after seeing her naked? But the real truth of the matter was that sex had become so lacking and shockingly unmemorable that he couldn't recall any one individual, humiliating experience from the other.

It wasn't her... It was him. It had always been him.

Oh, how far he'd fallen. Javier convinced a freshman to go home with him, figuring that he would be able to avoid the embarrassment and say she was too drunk to notice if she claimed too that he was bad in the sack. A pretty young thing with freckles dotted across her nose, she had seemed so innocent and yet, as he bent her leg awkwardly back to her chest, hammering into her with short, sharp thrusts that shouldn't really have pushed him over the edge at all, he felt it again: that rising, deathly, vile need in the pit of his stomach. But it wasn't like the need that he could push down most of the time before, the holding out that made him a man's man and a woman's wet dream, oh no: it was a need that had to be fed and he barely had a chance to gasp and pull back – he could still save it! – before he shot his load over her pussy, cum trickling over her smoothly shaven skin as if she'd prepared especially for him.

Well, she'd have to go home disappointed then.

Later, after so many partners that his self-esteem was in the toilet, Javier sat in his dorm room with his knees drawn up to his chest. He kept the sheets wrapped around him, not because he was ashamed of his body but because he, in the entrapment of his body, was humiliation itself. Why bother showing himself off when he could only spurt a few drops of cum, not even able to last two seconds in the sack? And, well... Javier shuddered, hunkering down into himself as he stared at nothing in particular. Everyone knew it too now, there was no denying that.

Some remained blissfully oblivious to his turmoil, however, or so it seemed.

“Damn that Kendra," Ken muttered, peering at a book as he held a very one-sided conversation with his roommate. “It's like she's trying to fry our brains. Guess Keenan was right about her being a witch, considering what she teaches and all, what a kook."

That caught his attention – just a little.

“She's a what?"

Looking up from his knees, Javier blinked and frowned at Ken, who had been a side kinder to him as his reputation had fallen, perhaps knowing what it felt like – in a very different manner, of course – himself. Ken raised an eyebrow and tapped the textbook on his leg; it was the one that Javier had been working from back when he'd taken Kendra's class.

“Professor Kendra. She's a witch. Didn't you know that? She casts spells and all sorts of freaky shit like that, what a freak."

White noise roared in his head, dull in its silence as his eardrums throbbed, pounding and driving no sound at all into the very material of his skull. Javier couldn't think, could not breathe, needing something that his soul had never before had the sense of mind to consider.

It was her. Everything had changed after he'd fucked her.

He was gone before Kevin could stop him, his clothes accentuating his figure as they always had – it wasn't as if he'd stopped going to the gym or anything or being who he was outside of the bedroom, after all. He looked damn fine and he was still a stud even as the whispers followed him, people not quite knowing who to believe. Javier, of course, knew just that they were to be believed, although he was quick to bluff and blow them off if they ever came to his ears, citing that people were just jealous of his ability.

Only... There was nothing left of his ability to speak of, a two-second wonder that couldn't even last two seconds to begin with. He was not a stud, no matter how much he looked like a Greek god, and he could oil his hair up into all the fashions and designs that he liked, but his orgasm had still been stolen from him – at least in any meaningful form. He flushed as he raced across campus, frantically trying to remember just where Kendra's house had been. He'd not been thinking about street names and all that when she'd taken him there in her car and the world outside the campus was swiftly growing more and more foreign to him as his range decreased. What use did he have to stalk and target new victims now that everything was lost to him?

It was most likely fate or some kind of touch of destiny that led him to Kendra's house, a small, terraced affair that looked oddly out of place amongst all the grey-faced companions on either side of it. The door was bright blue and patterned with vines, although the design was faded and marked as if it had been there for quite a while, perhaps in such a state of disrepair that it had, in fact, been left there by the previous owner. It was a quirky little building with blocky windowsills but he guessed that it was just about right for an occupant who was more concerned with brewing up potions or whatever it was that witches did on a weekday evening. Who was he to say?

If he'd been in his right mind, he would have justly thought himself crazy for even tolerating the mere idea of witchcraft, even though it was very much real and affecting his life. He was lost in mind and body, shaking like a leaf as he raised his hand to the knocker, a brass curve that slammed obnoxiously into the wood of the door: once, twice and then a third time.

She must have been waiting for him for no one opened any door that quickly unless they were expecting company. The causal note of a glass of red wine clasped in her left hand, however, lent an air of relaxation to her stance, the casual skirt draped down over her thighs and blouse unbuttoned a little more at the chest than could be considered proper for a lady. For all intents and purposes, Kendra looked as if she had just come back from her favourite cocktail bar, all settled and ready for a peaceful night in, completely and utterly comfortable with the sanctity of her own company.

Raising an eyebrow, she shook her head very slowly, only a couple of inches from side to side: no more was needed. He took a step back, pressing his lips together, lest the lower one quiver, the image of her wavering before his eyes as if he had consumed just a little too much alcohol. Not a drop of it, however, had passed his lips in weeks. It hadn't exactly been something that would help...well...

His 'little' problem.

“What brings you to my home, Javier?" She said coolly, her chin tilted up as if in an unspoken, yet heard, challenge. “I did not think that you wished for the pleasure of my company

“You..." He said slowly and thickly, hands clenched into useless, dangling fists. “You did this to me."

And then Kendra smiled, those perfectly red lips curved up as if every single move she made was perfectly calculated. But maybe that was just another symbol of the power she held over him, every last drop of the control he'd thought he'd held dissipated and vanished as if it had never truly existed even in his own mind. Perhaps that was true. But he didn't much know what was true anymore.

“And what of it?"

He gaped, lower jaw falling slack.

“You're not denying it?"

Peering at him over her glasses, she tipped them ever so slightly down her nose, lips quivering up on one side in the hint of a smirk.

“Of course, I'm not. Did you really think that I wouldn't want to take credit for my work, you foolish boy?"

Quivering, Javier dropped to his knees, barely feeling the thunk of them as they hit the concrete front step. Above, the heavens opened, storm clouds grumbling as they threatened to unleash a load of heavy rain. Ironically, it was far more threatening than anything he could deliver in the bedroom anymore...maybe a couple of drops there and that was it. Hanging his head, he let out a long, low groan that was nothing like the ones he may or may not have uttered in the height of ecstasy prior. Now, there was no height, his stamina ruined. He shuddered, rolling his shoulders forward. No, he was lucky if he ever even got into a girl all the way before ejaculating now. And that was if he was very, very lucky.

“Please..." He breathed, though his voice came out as barely above a whisper. “Please... Change it back. I'll do anything...anything at all just to make it right again. I'll never..."

“What?" She drew herself up tall, retreating a step into the warmth of her home while he was left out in the rain, water trickling through his hair and running down the gorgeous lines of his face. “Never ghost a woman again after sleeping with her? Haven't you learned anything, little boy?"

And maybe he had or maybe he hadn't: it really didn't matter anymore. His stamina was gone and yet his arousal was not, his body that of the macho stud and his lust failing in the moment where it mattered most. He couldn't even please a woman properly in any other way, taking control of the situation through another mean, but that was beside the point when they would never again feel the might of his legendary shaft, hard and throbbing and wanting for something that it could never have – or, at least, not like it had before. That simply wasn't possible.

“Ah, Javier, you have made a terrible mistake..."

And there she stood, towering over him as she sipped her wine, back in the position that she should have always been in: completely above him. For control and power went hand in hand and one young man had been taught a lesson that he would never again be allowed to forget.

One could say that she'd done him a favour, shown him the light, in a way. Power in stamina would never be his again.

Her lips curved up in a sultry smile. Javier's shoulders shuddered in a silent sob. No... Never again would he be the one who could go all night, the one to give women their best night ever and so very much more. All of that was behind him and, really, it was about time Javier accepted that.

Kendra would make he did.