This is a rework of a story I started last year (Voodoo), if it happens to look familiar to anyone. This will eventually go in a different direction than I'd planned with the original (ie. no vampire stuff). Let me know what you think, and thanks for reading!

"Hey kid. We're about to close up for the night. You gotta go."

The dark haired freshman pushed the thick black frame of his glasses further up his nose. He glanced at the time on his phone and his eyes widened. He didn't realize that he'd let it get so late.

"I'm sorry, sir," he apologized to the security guard who was doing a final sweep of the building. "Let me shut down my laptop and I'll be on my way."

The guard waved his hand at the young man as he dealt with his computer and slipped it into its bag. The large man followed the student up the stairs from the study area and toward the exit.

The freshman could hear the guard mumbling behind him as he left the building, "What college student stays in the library until close on the first day of classes?"

Most students wouldn't do that, of course, but Seth Rollins wasn't most students. He had arrived on campus two days earlier and had settled into his dorm quite nicely. His roommate was your typical freshman student, here only because of a football scholarship. His roommate planned to party, play videogames, and only take afternoon classes if he could help it. Seth, on the other hand, had designed his schedule so that classes were spread across the morning and afternoon with breaks built in so he could study. It would seem odd to most people as to why he was being so serious about school from the very start, but Seth had his reasons.

The school he was attending may have been a public state university, but it had one of the best business schools in the entire country. When he had learned that he had been accepted into the program, he was overjoyed and decided from that moment on that he would take his education one hundred percent seriously. He had been a slightly above average student in high school, but he had been a bit of a slacker in his senior year. He had gotten a girlfriend that year and a lot of his time and energy had gone to her. They both had chosen different schools and decided that long distance wasn't worth it, so he was single now and planning to keep it that way. He wanted to be at the top of his class and get a high paying job upon graduation. After that, he figured the rest of his life, and women, would be easy.

He turned around and looked at the library, illuminated by the campus lights. He chuckled at how tall it was. Tallest in the country, they said, but was that really something to brag about?

Seth began to walk back to his dorm, whispering to himself about when to take a turn and where. He wasn't quite comfortable with the campus layout yet and didn't want to get lost in the middle of the night. He wasn't very directionally savvy in the first place, so if he did get lost, it would probably take him a long time to get back to a place that looked familiar, like the library. But then if...

...shit. He had gotten in his head too much and hadn't been paying attention to the directions he'd memorized. Now he was in a darkened section between some buildings on the outskirts of the campus. He looked all around him, trying to identify the buildings when he heard someone talking nearby.

He panicked at first, afraid that maybe he was going to be mugged or something. He soon calmed himself down and realized that this could be an opportunity for him to ask for directions to the Northeast dorms from here.

He followed the sound of the voice and when he turned the corner, he could faintly see two people in the dim moonlight. One person was leaning against the building and the other was crouched on the ground. He could see the glow of what appeared to be a cigarette in the hand of the person standing.

He quietly crept closer to the individuals, hoping that they would be friendly and maybe give him some directions on how to get back to the center of campus. Once he was closer, he could hear the sound of a man moaning and it suddenly dawned on him what was going on before his eyes. The guy standing against the wall had his pants down around his ankles and the person on the ground, who appeared to be a woman, was kneeling before him and sucking his cock.

Seth felt his cheeks flush from embarrassment...and maybe partially from arousal. He'd had oral sex before and had watched it in porn hundreds of times, but he had never been a live voyeur to a public sex act. He felt his heart begin to race and he bit his lip. Should he just leave? Or would it not be so deplorable if he were to stay and watch? His brain told him to go, but his feet were listening to his dick instead.

He moved closer, sliding along the side of the building and making sure to stay in the shadows. He could make out the soft words of the man leaning against the wall.

"That's it. You're such a good little slut. Sucking your Master's dick outside just because you thought it would make me happy."

The man stroked the woman's hair, but then he violently jerked up on what appeared to be a chain. It made the woman make a choking sound and jerk away from her work. Was the chain attached to a collar around her neck? What the fuck was this? She fell to the ground and Seth wanted to run forward and make sure she was okay, but she started to moan and writhe on the pavement. The man started to laugh and shook some embers from the cigarette onto her body.

Seth covered his hand with his mouth. How could she enjoy being degraded and hurt like this?

"Pick yourself up off the ground and grab me that bottle of Jack, my pet. You suck cock so well that it's made me thirsty."

He nudged her body with his foot and she scrambled to her knees. She crawled a few feet to grab the bottle and then returned to the dominating man's feet. The man took the bottle and placed it to his lips. He threw his head back as the liquid poured down his throat. He pulled it away from his mouth and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Delicious. Would you like some as well, my pet?"

"Yes please, Master," she gasped.

She knelt in front of the man while he tipped the bottle over and poured it into her mouth. Seth heard her choke on the booze, coughing and gasping for air, but it didn't seem to bother her. She then lowered her head.

"Thank you, Master."

Seth felt confused. He had no idea what it was that he as watching. Clearly it was a private affair and he shouldn't be spying on it. He knew he should turn away and leave...yet he couldn't bring himself to do so. He felt mesmerized by the scene. Despite the fact that he couldn't get a good look at the man's face, he felt drawn to him.

"The bottle's empty, my pet, so you know our time is about up. If you would please finish off your Master," the man ordered calmly. He took one final drag of his cigarette and dropped it to the ground, grinding it out under his heavy looking boots.

The submissive quickly returned to pleasuring the man, taking his dick into her mouth and placing her hand underneath to massage his balls. The man threw his head back and began to moan quite loudly.

Seth felt his face grow hot at the sounds the man made. He also noticed that his pants had suddenly become much tighter. It felt wrong to be aroused this way. To be a voyeur. That was illegal right? Or at least it felt morally wrong if the other people didn't know he was watching. But then again, why would they be doing stuff outside in public if they didn't want to be watched? Still, it was late at night and they were hidden off behind a building so maybe they didn't want to be found. It all confused him mentally, but he couldn't deny the response he was feeling physically.

He suddenly became aware that his hand was cupped around his dick over his pants and he was slowly rubbing his hand up and down its length. He knew he should stop...this was highly inappropriate...but it just felt so fucking good...

He heard the man begin to swear, quietly at first, but gradually growing in volume. It sounded like he must've been close. He reached down and stroked the hair of his partner. She pulled away and looked up at him.

"Please Master," she whined and begged.

Seth had no idea what she was pleading for, but clearly the man knew what she wanted.

"How could I say no to you when you look so beautiful on your knees, begging for my cum?"

He took his dick in his hand and began to stroke it while she tilted her head back. Seth assumed that her mouth was wide open as well. The man stroked himself in a quick, smooth motion. It didn't take him long to finally orgasm, his semen shooting out, landing on the face and in the mouth of his partner. He groaned loudly as he came, his head tilted down to watch the expression on her face. Once he was finished, she gently lapped at his cock, cleaning up any last bits of cum that may have dripped down. Seth was astonished that anyone could like the taste of cum that much. Not that he knew what it tasted like because he'd tried his own or anything…

"Did you enjoy the show, little puppy?"

Seth was startled by the man's voice being aimed directly at him. Fuck! He'd been caught. He wanted to run away, but his body felt frozen. He tried to speak instead, but just stammered, unable to form complete words.

"I only ask because your hand is on your dick, so I assume the answer is yes?"

The man slowly approached Seth, leaving his partner behind to unhook her collar and grab the chain and empty bottle. When he stopped, still a few meters away from Seth, he was delicately illuminated by the moonlight. Seth noticed that his hair was on the shaggy side and a dirty blond color. It looked good, but was far too unprofessional looking, in Seth's opinion. Seth was living on the edge by keeping his hair long. Many businesses looked down on long hair, but Seth kept his neat and clean, tightly tied back in a ponytail.

"Little puppy? You tongue-tied? What're you doing out this late and here in a dark part of campus anyway? Did you run away from home?"

The man began to move forward again and he got close enough for Seth to see his roguish smile. It was the kind of smile that could charm the pants off of just about anyone.

Seth knew he had to get out of here before this stranger tried anything. He turned on his heel and started to run. Where, he had no idea, but he knew he had to get away from him.

Seth heard the man call to him, laughing, as he fled. "Run, my little lost puppy! Get back home! Quick! Before the wolves get you!"

Seth ran blindly, not sure if he was going the right way, but hoping that as long as he kept running, he'd eventually get back to the center of campus and he could figure out his way back to the dorm from there. He finally came up to the main road that cut through the campus and thankfully he could see his dorm from there.

Seth swung open the door to his room and saw his roommate, Roman, lying up on his bunk looking at his phone.

"Oh hey dude," he said, his eyes never leaving the screen. "I ordered a pizza earlier. It's in the fridge if you want a slice."

Seth took a moment to catch his breath and calm down. Roman took notice of this.

"Are you okay, man? You look wiped out."

"I…"

Seth hesitated. He wasn't sure how much he should tell Roman, given they had only met the day before. He didn't think it would help their budding relationship if he told Roman that he just watched a guy get a blowjob outside and that he was super turned on by it.

"I saw someone puking outside and it made me feel sick. I ran in here as fast as I could to get away from it," he lied.

"Ugh, yeah, can't blame you. Maybe you should skip the pizza then." He tossed his phone down onto his desk and pulled the covers up to his neck. "Alright, I'm going to sleep. I have a stupid 8 am class tomorrow."

Seth turned off the light for Roman. He then got undressed, threw on a pair of sweatpants and crawled into the bottom bunk. He lied still in the darkness, listening to his roommate's slow hypnotic breathing. He was glad someone was able to sleep. He couldn't get that scene out of his mind. Whenever he closed his eyes, he saw the two of them. He heard the begging and moaning. He saw that man's messy hair and charismatic grin. He felt his erection rubbing against the inside of his sweats.

Dammit.

Seth tried to ignore it, hoping it'd go away, but it just kept throbbing. He bit his lip, debating about whether or not it would be a wise idea to deal with it mere feet away from another guy or whether he should go take a late night shower. He decided that he might as well get it over with as soon as possible.

He placed his palm on the soft cotton of his pants and wrapped his fingers around the length of his dick. He slowly slid his hand up and down, the fabric smoothly gliding over his skin. He inhaled sharply, surprised at how good it felt. He knew his body had been turned on by what he'd seen that night, but he hadn't wanted to admit that it turned him on mentally as well. He was a normal guy. He shouldn't be aroused by such bizarre activities…right?

He decided to put his worries aside and give in to the pleasure he was feeling. He spit into his palm and shoved his hand in his pants. The intensity of the sensations doubled once he began to stroke his bare cock. He quickly sped up his movements, hoping that this would help clear his thoughts and let him sleep. His heart beat faster in his chest as the tension inside of him continued to build. He so badly wanted to moan, but he'd risk waking up Roman.

He tightened the grip on his cock. He felt that he was close and he didn't want to prolong it any longer. He cupped his balls over his pants with his other hand, massaging them gently. The fabric felt ticklish against them and it helped take Seth over the edge. He pursed his lips and held his breath as he came into his hand. The warm wetness flowing through his fingers was comforting, perhaps because it felt familiar and, in a way, safe.

Seth felt too lazy to bother to go clean up. He wiped his hand on the outside of his pants and rolled over, allowing himself to finally succumb to sleep.

The second day of classes had been going well for Seth so far. His first two classes were just usual freshman gen ed stuff. This next class at least fit with his major: Intro to Economics. It was a large lecture that nearly filled up a 300 person assembly hall. He made sure to sit front and center in order to make sure that he was noticed by the professor. It also was to help him not be tempted to take a nap since he was still sleepy from yesterday. He messed around on his phone for a few minutes while he waited for the class to start.

After a few minutes, the professor approached the front of the room. He was a handsome middle aged man who wore a dark grey suit with a purple shirt and golden tie.

"Good afternoon. For returning students, welcome back and I hope you enjoyed your summer. For new students, I hope you haven't gotten lost on campus too many times."

The class chuckled in response to the small joke, but it made Seth shift uncomfortably in his seat.

"As you are aware, my name is Professor Regal and this is Intro to Economics. I'm going to have my TAs hand out the syllabus while I get the power point set up. They'll each be running one of the discussion sessions this semester, so you'll be able to get to know one of them very soon."

The professor began the processor of turning on the hall's projector and his laptop while the TAs went through each row handing out packets of paper. Seth took the short break as a chance to open up his notebook and write down a header for his notes. He was very particular about how he organized them. He was so distracted by his own actions that he didn't notice the TA in front of him, holding out his copy of the syllabus.

Seth reached for the paper and was confused when the TA didn't let go. He looked up and his eyes met that same roguish smile from the alley.