Leo tapped his foot. He couldn’t wait for class to start. He needed to get inside that lecture hall. He was wearing a hoodie today. It was long enough that it covered up the outline that his stiff cock made in his pants, but he was still so paranoid that people might notice.

Fuck. He was so horny he felt like he was going to burst. He should have been focusing on schoolwork, but it was so hard. He was so hard. And the sooner he sat down, the better.

Despite his best efforts to focus on his phone, trying to tune out the pulsing, insistent need between his legs, it was incredibly distracting. He had one hand stuffed in his pants pocket and it was taking all of his willpower not to toy with his dick through his pocket.

Leo’s enhanced hearing picked up on what seemed to be angry stomping coming from inside the lecture hall. He looked up just in time to see the door burst open. The face that came out was one that made his heart skip a beat.

It was Bart. Suddenly, the humiliation of the other night came rushing back and Leo’s face turned scarlet. The only thing he could do was stand there like an idiot, blocking the way. Things got even worse when Bart spotted him and made a beeline for him.

Leo was rooted to the spot. His heart was racing. Cold sweat trickled down the side of his face. He had no idea what Bart wanted with him, but going by the look on the footballer’s face, it wasn’t anything good.

He didn’t even know why he was so afraid. He’d faced down tougher villains. He could knock Bart clean across the room if he wanted to. Maybe it was because he was a civilian right now. Or maybe it was just out of fear of further humiliation.

Bart didn’t say a thing. He just elbowed past Leo and shouted, “Move, fag!” His goons followed close behind, some giving Leo dirty looks, and others flashing knowing smirks his way.

The whole group looked pretty pissed off, though, and Leo had no idea why. It had been too loud in the hallway to eavesdrop on the previous class. Either way, he was glad not to be on the receiving end of all that anger. There was no telling how far those big, brutish meatheads would take things.

Once the rest of the previous class had filtered out, Leo quietly slipped into the lecture hall. He noticed with a start that McInnes was there at the front of the lecture hall.

Leo had to do a double take and make sure he hadn’t walked into his kinesiology class, but no. He hadn’t. It looked like McInnes was packing up, though, which suggested that McInnes had taught the previous class.

It was weird. Leo wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he was just never paying all that much attention before.

McInnes looked up at the incoming class as he shouldered his messenger bag, but he must have noticed that Leo was there as their eyes met. McInnes gave Leo a small smile and a curt nod before heading out.

Leo sank into his chair, cheeks burning. Fuck. He was down bad for a teacher. A male teacher.

---

There was an audible and familiar clunk as Leo leaned against the push bar of the door to the hall. He’d just left a lecture, though he wasn’t sure which one. He didn’t remember a shred of what the professor had said, or which professor had said stuff, for that matter.

He was hornier than ever. Whacking his meat barely took the edge off. He hadn’t seen Yuri since the other day when Bart walked in on them, but he could hardly blame the guy.

Just the memory of the day was enough to make Leo blush. He’d been such a coward, then, running out of the room and leaving Yuri at Bart’s mercy. No wonder his friend didn’t want to see him.

The worst part was that it wasn’t just the shame that made his face heat up. He remembered the humiliation so vividly, the sneers, the jeering, the mocking laughter. It was easily the most mortifying thing he’d ever experienced and yet, he couldn’t help but get turned on thinking about it.

Leo kept his head down as he walked down the corridor. The one upside of his current predicament—if it could be called that—was that he’d learned how to hide random erections much better than before.

Sweatpants, of course, were out of the question. The fabric was too thick and too heavy. Sure, they were looser, but if he ever did end up tenting his pants, that lump would be so obvious.

Leo had never been much of a skinny jeans kind of guy, but they were really his only option. With tighter underwear, it helped at least control where his erection went.

Now that he could keep his hard-on pinned against his leg, it was much easier to hide. The downside was that it was even more awkward to walk with an erection. Not only were the pants much tighter around the front, the fact that they were so tight meant that the head of his cock rubbed against his leg and underwear every time he took a step.

Leo had enough discipline to endure it but it was difficult. It was taking all his willpower not to just lose it and start humping the nearest wall. It didn’t help with the horniness at all, anyway. It just hid the symptoms.

If anything, the pants made things worse. By the time he got home after his classes, he would be up the wall and desperate for release. Hell, he wasn’t sure he would even make it home today.

It didn’t help that Leo needed to piss. He wasn’t sure how he was going to do that, given how hard he was, but he ducked into a bathroom as soon as he spotted one, anyway.

He darted to a urinal and fished his cock out of his pants. It was a bit of a struggle—skinny jeans and all of that—but eventually he was able to manage. His cock stuck straight out between his legs, pre-cum dribbling from the tip.

Leo had to resist the mighty urge to just grab his cock and jerk off then and there. Using two fingers to aim, he tried to will himself to piss, but nothing came out.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath. He was getting nervous. The last thing he needed was to be caught in a compromising position like this.

Leo closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. It was hard to focus when his dick was pulsing so needily between his legs, but he gritted his teeth. After a few more breaths, his racing heart started to calm down.

His bladder had been full since the last class, so when that mental block finally loosened, what started as a slow trickle eventually became a powerful spray. It was such a relief he couldn’t help but tilt his head back and groan.

Just as Leo was finally emptying his bladder, the door to the bathroom swung open. He froze. His erection hadn’t come down at all. He bore down, squeezing his muscles to force the piss out so he could finish and stuff his dick away before anyone noticed.

Unfortunately for him, it was too late. Bart and his goons came around the corner. They weren’t paying much attention.

“You should have been there, man. Fattest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. Fuck, it felt so good. Couldn’t have stopped railing that sweet hole even if I wanted…” said one of Bart’s goons.

One of the other lunkheads snorted and said, “Like a limpdick like you could ever blow out a bitch’s back.”

At that point, Bart noticed Leo at the urinal and sneered. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Fairy #2. What sort of perversion are you getting up to in the campus bathroom, huh?”

The tips of Leo’s ears burned, but he tried to ignore the comment. Trevor had always taught them that words were just words. Bullies wanted to get a rise out of people. The best thing to do was not engage.

It was difficult, given the situation, but Leo desperately tried to apply his dad’s teachings. He just had to focus on his own thing. He needed to not give Bart and his goons the satisfaction.

Leo did get nervous, though, when two of Bart’s goons came up behind him. He heard their footsteps. He felt the warmth of their body and the weight of their presence. They were looking over his shoulders, and he was mortified because he knew they were seeing the same thing he was seeing: his rock hard erection.

He’d hoped that the unwelcome intrusion would make his dick go down even a little bit but if anything, he was harder than before. He hadn’t even thought that was possible.

“Bro, the little fag’s got a stiffy,” said one of the goons. He even had the gall to point right at Leo’s erection.

Leo saw the guy’s meaty arm out of the corner of his eye. He felt like his face was going to combust. He was so embarrassed. And to make matters worse, seeing that huge, muscular forearm inches from the side of his face made his cock twitch.

Bart walked over and took a look for himself. “Man, I was just kidding. I didn’t think you were actually a pervert. But I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. I know you fags can’t really help yourselves.”

Leo flinched when he felt Bart’s hand on his shoulder. He shivered when he felt the heat of Bart’s breath on the side of his neck.

“I have to say,” said the big guy, “I admire your… Well, let’s just say… ‘Bravery’. You’ve got balls, I’ll admit, doing this shit in public.”

Leo shivered. Bart’s words wormed into his head, echoing in his skull. He tried to ignore them, but he couldn’t. His heart hammered in his chest as he waited for the other shoe to drop.

“You can get in really hot water for this, you know,” said Bart. The tone of his voice sent a shiver down Leo’s spine. “All it would really take is one word from me and I could get you suspended. Or worse, expelled.”

Leo’s blood ran cold. Bart was right, technically. There was a code of conduct. He wasn’t doing anything untoward, just trying to piss, but given his… condition… Bart could pretty easily twist things to make things much, much less innocent.

It was a struggle not to respond. He could already feel a cold sweat dripping down his back. It was a provocation, and he knew that, but gods was it a potent one.

Leo didn’t want to give Bart the satisfaction of reacting to those words, but neither could he afford to get expelled, either. It would disappoint Trevor—it would disappoint his brothers. And they would want to know why he was expelled.

Bart sneered. “I can practically hear the gears grinding away in that twisted little head of yours,” he said, whispering right into Leo’s ear, “You know I’m the king of the campus. If I want you expelled, you’ll be out on your ass before you can blink.”

A dull sort of pain radiated from Leo’s shoulder as Bart tightened his grip. “My family’s contributed a lot to this college. There’s a building named after my great grandfather, and one that’s named after my dad’s dad… Remind me again, how much has your family contributed?”

The insult to his family is almost more than Leo could bear, but he somehow managed to keep a level head. He bit his tongue and choked down the choice words that he would have liked to yell in Bart’s face.

Taking a bit of a shaky breath, he focused his attention on what he was doing. He was finally finished. He shook off the last few drops clinging to the tip of his cock head and made to stuff his dick back in his pants, but before he could, the two goons standing behind him grabbed his arms and pulled them behind his back.

Leo was too shocked to fight back right away. He hadn’t expected Bart and his goons to get physical. Trevor had always taught him that if he got attacked first, it was perfectly fine to fight back, but that he had to choose his battles.

It would have been a simple enough thing to free himself, but he couldn’t be sure that Bart’s goons would come out of it unscathed. If they got hurt, then he’d be in even more of a pickle.

Bart nonchalantly stepped up to the urinal next to Leo. He unzipped. He fished his cock out.

Despite himself, Leo couldn’t help but look. His eyes widened when he saw what Bart was packing. The heft of that thing was palpable even from afar. Even soft, it looked intimidating. If ever football didn’t work out for Bart, he could easily join a baseball team with that enormous club between his legs.

Bart snorted. “Never seen a real man’s cock before, fag?” he said. “Guess you must have thought my prissy little queer roommate’s cock was impressive. But it isn’t. Not really. Not compared to what real men are packing.”

The tinkle of Bart’s stream on the porcelain faded away as he finished. He shook himself off and looked at Leo, his gaze raking down Leo’s body. “Jesus Christ. Look at that thing. Did you shove a steel rod up your piss-hole, fag?” said Bart as he tapped the end of Leo’s dick.

Hard as he tried to fight it down, a quiet groan escaped Leo at the touch. He couldn’t understand why he was so turned on by this predicament, of all things. It was embarrassing. It was humiliating. And to top it all off, his cock decided to push out a bead of pre-cum then and there.

“You turned on by this, little pervert?” said Bart with a laugh. “Guess I should have expected that.”

One of Bart’s other goons came up from behind Bart and handed him a paper towel. He wiped his hands with disdain and then motioned toward the guys holding Leo by the arms.

They pushed down on Leo’s shoulders and his knees buckled instantly. He should have been able to resist. He was stronger than these two dullards. But his strength failed him, somehow, and instead of being worried, he was even more turned on.

Bart turned to face Leo. He was already naturally taller, but with Leo on his knees, he was positively towering. “I’m gonna make this simple because I know how fags get when they see a man’s cock,” he said as he swung the piece of meat in question right in front of Leo’s face.

“You’re gonna have two choices. You can get up and walk away right now, but I’m going to report this ‘incident’ and you’re going to get suspended or potentially expelled.”

Leo bristled. Despite everything that had gone wrong up until this point, he still had his pride. He was about to protest when Bart clucked disapprovingly and frowned at him.

“Let me finish, fag. You might find that you don’t have as many objections when I’m done,” said Bart. “Now, if you do get expelled, you could always appeal or contest, of course. But you should think hard about who the school would believe: some nobody, or the star player whose family donates a lot?”

“Doesn’t take a genius to figure that one out,” said one of the goons with a laugh.

Bart smirked and gave the guy who’d spoken up a fist-bump. “Choice two: you can do something for me. It’s gonna be quick and easy, but as long as you do it, we can put this whole thing behind us.”

“Is this a shakedown?” said Leo, desperately trying to ignore the throbbing need between his legs.

Bart snorted. “I don’t need your money, fairy #2. And so what if it is, anyway? If you didn’t want to get shaken down, just try not being a pervert.”

Leo was conflicted, but he couldn’t see any other way out. “What do you want me to do?” he said. “I won’t do anything illegal.”

A smirk tugged at the corner of Bart’s mouth. “It’s not that complicated,” he said. “I just want you to clean my dick.”

Leo scowled. “Wow. And here I thought I was the pervert,” he said, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Bart chuckled. “This isn’t perverse, man. It’s called putting a fag to good use.”

“Alright. Fine,” said Leo. He might have sounded reluctant, but the truth was that he was desperate to get out of here. If he was kept on his knees for any longer, he was going to end up doing something that a supposedly straight guy wouldn’t do.

He tried to get up, but the two goons behind him just shoved him back down. “Hey, tell your minions to let me go. How the fuck else am I going to get a paper towel to clean your dick? Or maybe someone could hand me one?”

Bart laughed. Leo didn’t know why the big guy sounded so incredulous. Had he missed something?

“Not a single thought in that pretty little head, huh, Puck?” said Bart as he shook his head.

A Shakespeare reference? Leo thought to himself. He’d have thought that sort of thing was beyond Bart. It would have been impressive if he didn’t know that it was meant as a pejorative.

“Did you really think I would ever use something as rough as a paper towel on my dick?” Bart firmly tapped Leo on the cheek. “You’re going to use your mouth, stupid.”

Leo made a face. “You’ve just taken a piss, man! That’s disgusting! I’ll do something else!” he said. It was all he could do to disguise just how desperately hard his cock had gotten.

Fuck. This was bad. The prospect of having Bart’s dick in his mouth was making him salivate. Gods knew what Bart and his goons would do if they knew this was the kind of effect they had on him.

“You don’t have any leverage in this situation, fairy #2,” said Bart with a laugh. “I gave you your choices. It’s this or potential expulsion. If you could just stop mouthing off like a fucking bitch, this could be over already.”

A chill ran down Leo’s spine. The arrogance in Bart’s words made his cock twitch. The sheer, entitled authority sent shivers of pleasure through his body.

Leo needed to get a grip. He had no idea where these desires were coming from. He had no idea when the feeling of being humiliated and degraded started being such a turn-on, but it was his truth. At least it was, for now.

“F-fine,” said Leo. His eyes widened as Bart waved his dick in front of his face. It took all his willpower not to gulp audibly.

Something hit him as he stared at Bart’s dick. A potential way out. It was just that part of him didn’t want an out from this situation. In the end, he took his chances. “This is pretty gay, you know,” he said.

“Yeah, I know,” said Bart, “So what?”

It wasn’t the response that Leo expected. “What?” he said, trying his best to suppress the urge to nuzzle against Bart’s ballsack. “I thought you hated gays?”

Bart laughed. “When did I ever say that? Can you believe this guy?”

“Ridiculous,” said one of the goons.

“What is this, 1920?” said one of the others.

Leo’s cheeks flushed. “It sure sounded like it when you were calling me all sorts of things just a few minutes ago,” he said.

“I see what the problem is,” said Bart with a laugh. “Look, there’s a difference between gay guys and faggots. Gay guys are cool. They’re bros. Fags are perverse, cock-dumb sluts with no self-control.”

Leo barely held back a moan. His thighs trembled. His dick leaked. It took every ounce of self-control he had not to make a fool out of himself then and there. He didn’t even understand why he’d found Bart’s comment so fucking hot.

“Enough of that. We’ve wasted enough time. Either do it or don’t. I don’t want to be late for my next class,” said Bart.

“I-I don’t know why you keep calling me a faggot, then,” said Leo. “I-I’m straight. I’m—”

Bart sighed. He pushed Leo’s head away and grabbed his cock. As he was stowing his cock away, he said, “Alright, then. I’ll take that as a no. Let’s end this here. I need to pay the dean a call before I—”

All Leo had wanted was to not seem too eager to get Bart’s dick in his mouth. Though he supposed, at this point, that goal had been rather undermined by how desperately he’d grabbed Bart by the hips.

“Wait, I just—” He stopped halfway through and just did what he was told, anyway. He took Bart’s dick in his mouth and pretended to grimace at the taste.

Bart’s circumcised dick tasted musky, sweaty, and salty on his tongue. Then, there was a splash of something acrid and warm as all the jostling shook the last drops of piss out of Bart.

“See? I get you’re a bit in denial about what you really are, but was that really so hard to do? Now, make sure to swirl your tongue around the head,” said Bart with a laugh.

Leo did as he was told. His cheeks burned with shame. He was a hero. While he wasn’t a straight-As student, he was a decent enough one with commendable grades. Hell, he was straight, or at least thought he was. He should have known better. And yet, here he was, on his knees in a campus bathroom with a bully’s dick in his mouth.

He’d pretended to hate the whole affair, though he wasn’t sure how much his little act had convinced Bart and the goons that he wasn’t as into this as they seemed to think he was. But they were right. He was into this.

Leo couldn’t get his head around it. He didn’t understand why the humiliation turned him on so much, or why being degraded felt so good.

“Clean around the ridge,” said Bart.

Leo used the tip of his tongue to trace the crown of Bart’s glans. He didn’t think he’d ever been so hard. His cock was straining. He was leaking like a faucet. He didn’t dare look, but there was probably a puddle on the bathroom floor between his legs, just a little pool of pre-cum and shame.

Bart grabbed Leo by the hair and yanked him off. “Alright, that’s enough,” he said. “I told you to clean my cock, not get off on the taste of it.”

It was only then that Leo noticed out of the corner of his eye that one of Bart’s goons had been recording him. “Hey, that’s not part of the d—”

“Shut up,” said Bart, slapping Leo across the face with his half-hard cock. “That’s just insurance. In case you decide to do be brave and do something stupid.”

Bart laughed. “Well, I don’t expect a fag to have enough of a spine to do that, but you can never be too careful. Anyway, no one has to see it. As long as you know your place.”

Leo slumped. He looked at the ground between Bart’s feet. He felt thoroughly defeated. Humiliated. He wasn’t sure how he was going to recover from this. And yet, he’d never been hornier.

Bart stuffed his dick back into his pants and motioned for the goons to release Leo. “Anyway, I’m off. I’ve got class. But I’m sure we’ll see each other again. I doubt you can stay away now that you’ve had a taste.”

It took Leo a moment to register that he was alone again once Bart and his goons had gone. Once it sank in that they weren’t coming back, he collapsed forward onto his hands and knees. His heart was hammering in his chest. His stomach was churning. His cock was pulsing and throbbing, his whole body tingling.

Despite doing his best to try to suppress it, a long, low moan spilled from Leo’s lips. Without touching his cock even once, he came harder than he’d ever come before, spraying thick gobs of hot white all over the bathroom floor.

Leo didn’t get it. How could things have gone so wrong? He’d just had the most humiliating, most degrading experience of his life and he’d just come to it.

Bart had forced Leo onto his knees, blackmailed him into sucking his cock, and all but said that the blackmail was going to continue. After all of that, the first thing that Leo had done was bust a nut like a fucking dog all over the bathroom floor. And he was still hard.

As soon as he came down from his orgasm, he staggered to his feet. He stuffed his throbbing cock into his pants, groaning as the sensitive head rubbed against the denim.

Leo stumbled toward the sink. He washed his hands. He looked himself in the eye, a knot of shame and arousal sinking into the pit of his stomach. He knew he should probably clean up, but the only thing he wanted to do was get out.

He staggered out the door, leaving the evidence of his perversion on the bathroom floor. His head was spinning. He didn’t understand what was happening to him. The only thing he knew for sure was that it was a problem.

---

Leo was in a daze as he made his way down the corridor. He’d managed to hide his erection so far, but he still felt as if people were looking at him strangely.

He couldn’t help but wonder if they knew. He’d made sure to check that there weren’t any signs of what he’d just been through, but he still felt like he was being watched.

He was paranoid and jumpy. The slightest brush against another person made him flinch. Maybe he was making too much of a big deal about it. Maybe people were looking at him because he was acting so weird.

It was awful. Leo felt all out of sorts. He couldn’t understand why he’d reacted the way he had. He should have thrown Bart’s guys off, showed them that he wasn’t someone to mess with. That would have put an end to the whole thing.

Instead, he’d gotten his rocks off on it. He’d proven Bart’s insults. He acted like some cock-addicted pervert with no self-control. He took the degradation and humiliation without a single word in his own defense and shot a massive load when it was over.

Leo nearly jumped out of his skin when his phone buzzed. His blood ran cold in his veins. He half expected to see that Bart had shared that video of him with a cock in his mouth, but instead, what he saw was a message. It was a text from Yuri.

It was just a “hey,” but his heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t sure what that was about. He wasn’t sure it was the best idea, given the state he was in, but what he really needed right now was companionship.

He sent back a “Hey,” of his own, and then went on to send a couple more. “I didn’t hear from you after that other night… I was worried things had gotten weird between us. I didn’t mean to run out and leave you with Bart and his goons… I just panicked… I hope you can forgive me.”

There was a brief moment as the app indicated that Yuri was typing. “That’s fine,” the first message read. More texts filtered in after that, one message for every sentence, instead of a single block. “It wasn’t so bad. Nothing I hadn’t heard before. Bart’s not really creative with that sort of thing. I was wondering if you might have some time to talk, actually. Or just hang out—if you’re not comfortable talking about what happened.”

“Should we meet at your dorm?” Leo sent. “Or do you want to go somewhere else, considering what happened?”

“The dorm’s fine,” Yuri sent back. “This time I’m extra positively sure Bart won’t be back early.”

Leo wasn’t sure how Yuri could be so certain, but it wasn’t something that he wanted to push. “Coming,” he sent before pocketing his phone.

---

Leo knocked on the door to Yuri’s dorm. It wasn’t locked. It wasn’t even closed properly. It crept open as soon as he rapped his knuckles against it.

A bit concerned, he let himself in. Yuri was inside—and shirtless, to boot. He was wearing yoga pants that left very little to the imagination and his bare torso had a faint sheen of sweat.

Yuri had his earphones in, but the moment that Leo came in, he took them out and smiled. He sat on the edge of his bed and patted the space beside him.

Leo looked around for a moment before closing the door behind him. He sat down and started, “Look, Yuri, I’m really s—”

Yuri shut Leo up by putting a finger on his lips. “You have nothing to be sorry for, man. It was my fault. I should have made sure Bart wouldn’t just walk in. I could have put a sock on the doorknob.”

Leo gently pushed Yuri’s hand away from his face. He chuckled and said, “Honestly, I’m not sure that would have helped. He doesn’t seem to be the kind of guy to respect the sock code.”

“Well, you’re not exactly wrong,” said Yuri. “He might have seen it as more of an encouragement than anything else. But I don’t blame you for wanting to get away. I’ve always known who I am. You’re still exploring. That’s when things are at their scariest.”

There was a genuine warmth in Yuri’s words that touched him. “I appreciate that,” he said. “I know people are much more accepting these days, but it’s so hard to shake that fear of being judged…”

“I know this very well,” said Yuri with a quiet laugh. “It gets better, though. Eventually, you realize the only opinion that matters is yours. As far as this sort of thing is concerned, anyway.”

“I hope I get there sooner rather than later,” said Leo. “Honestly, I’m still so confused… About everything. I thought I was straight… Or at least I never thought I wasn’t straight, if that makes any sense.”

“Yeah, it does,” said Yuri. “That might be hard to believe, but it does. It makes perfect sense.”

A moment of silence followed. It wasn’t awkward, but the tension was thick. Leo couldn’t help but fidget a bit. And then, eventually, he was the one to break through the silence.

“I still feel bad about it, though. Running out on you, I mean,” said Leo.

Yuri smiled. His eyes twinkled in a way that made Leo’s heart race. “If you really feel bad about it, you could stop apologizing and start making it up to me instead?”

“I’m not sure what that means—” Whatever else Leo might have had to say died on the tip of his tongue as Yuri leaned in. Their lips met and suddenly, it was as if there were fireworks going off in Leo’s head.

Leo’s toes curled. His cock swelled. When Yuri’s hand landed on his thigh, he couldn’t help but moan into the kiss as he leaned back.

“I wouldn’t mind if we kept doing things,” said Yuri as they broke apart.

“Y-yes! I-I’d like that,” Leo stammered almost breathlessly.

---

Leo would have loved to stay with Yuri, but he was supposed to be on patrol tonight. If he was being honest, he wasn’t sure how effective he was going to be. His mind kept wandering back to his encounter with Bart, and then what had happened with Yuri afterwards.

The contrast between those two situations was mind-boggling. He felt like he’d been transported into the world of a rom-com or something, stuck between the bad boy that would mistreat him, and a good guy that made his heart flutter.

Leo shook his head. Since he was there anyway, he wondered if it wouldn’t be a good idea to patrol the campus first. This was pretty far out of their usual range, but he didn’t think there was anyone that had claimed this area as part of their territory.

He should have headed back, but he felt weird about leaving. He wasn’t sure what it was, call it instinct or maybe even a premonition, but there was just an uncomfortable knot of tension in his stomach. Every time he thought about heading straight home, it got worse.

It was really nothing more than just a feeling, but Leo couldn’t bring himself to head off. Trevor had always said that intuition existed for a reason. Maybe it was nothing, but if it wasn’t, he was sure he would regret not being around to stop whatever was about to happen.

The main campus building was still open despite the late hour. Most of the lecture halls were dark, but a bunch of offices and the main part of the building were still well lit.

Leo didn’t spot anything that was immediately off, but he climbed to the roof for a better vantage point just to make sure. He carefully made his way around and nothing immediately jumped out at him until he was overlooking the faculty parking lot.

There was a group of three guys hanging around one of the nearby streetlamps. They were pretty big, though Leo couldn’t make out their faces. It didn’t take a master detective to know they weren’t up to any good. They were all carrying baseball bats and, judging from the way the things caught the light, ones that were made of metal.

Light flooded out of the building as someone exited. He couldn’t see who, just their shadow in the light from inside the building, and then the top of their head after they came out from under him.

The guys by the street lamp took notice, and the guy that left the building must have been their target. They were moving, and it seemed like they were in an awful hurry. They cut straight through the parking lot, making a beeline for the other guy.

The guy that had just exited the building was on his phone. He seemed none the wiser about the danger he was in. He must not have noticed the thugs when he got to his car as he turned his back to them while putting his bags in the back seat of his car.

Leo tensed. Things were about to go down. The biggest of the three guys—the leader, probably—hefted his bat over his shoulder and called out, “Hey, Professor!”

The voice was familiar, but Leo couldn’t put a finger on it. He didn’t have time to think about who it was, either, as the big guy started swinging his bat the moment “Professor” turned.

Time seemed to slow as Leo launched into action. He ran down the side of the building, using gravity to build momentum. He kept an eye on the big guy and stretched his hand out.

Although his inner energy was turbulent, Leo forced it into obedience. He used his powers and seized control of the bat, repelling the swing, forcing the big guy’s arm to snap the other way.

The goon standing to the big guy’s right wasn’t prepared for the sudden reversal of the trajectory. He was struck across the face, a hollow metallic thunk echoing across the parking lot as the bat visibly bent from the impact.

Leo grimaced. He might have acted a bit too hastily, putting too much strength into reversing the big guy’s swing. The goon on the right, falling onto his back like a sack of bricks.

The other goon blurted out, “Bro, what the fuck!?”

The big guy’s eyes widened. “Bro, I dunno what happened!”

As he closed the distance, Leo realized that the big guy was none other than Bart. It stirred up memories of their earlier encounter, making his cock throb painfully against his leg.

Given the situation, he managed to fight down his arousal and humiliation. He wasted no time, taking advantage of Bart’s distraction to take control of the bat again, making it swing the other way.

The “Professor” ducked under the swing, clearing the way for the bat to strike the other goon this time. Like the first, the goon crumpled into a heap on the ground.

Bart tightened his grip on the bat. With a roar, he wrested control back from Leo. He was surprisingly strong. Unreasonably strong, even. “I didn’t expect you’d be one of those esper freaks, Professor. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get put away for a long time for what you did to my friends.”

The “Professor” held his hands up and said, “I didn’t do anything! I didn’t do anything!” as Bart swung the bat down over his head.

Leo pumped his legs. Fortunately, he was close enough to make it in time. He raised his arms into the path of the swing, using his inner energy to repel the metal in the bat.

Bart’s eyes went wide as the swing was once again redirected. His arms went over his head, his hands still clasped tightly around the handle of the bat.

Leo took advantage of the opening. He wasn’t the strongest of his brothers, but he was certainly the fastest. He also didn’t usually fight with his bare fists, but he didn’t exactly have the time to fish out one of his specialist pieces of gear.

He delivered a sharp blow to Bart’s throat to temporarily stun him, then drove the heel of his palm right into the bottom of Bart’s chin to send him toppling backward. Bart landed with a thud and a grunt, the bat clattering against the asphalt as he rolled around, choking and gasping while clutching his throat.

Leo flicked a metal disc at Bart. The moment it touched skin, it engaged, using little teeth to bloodlessly adhere. Then it activated, delivering a shock that made Bart at first go stiff, and then entirely limp.

Once he was sure that Bart was down, Leo turned to face the “Professor” he’d just rescued. “Are you okay?” he said, trailing off as he realized that it was none other than McInnes.

It took McInnes a moment to respond. “Yeah… Yeah, I’m okay,” he said. “Who… Who are you?”

Leo dropped his voice an octave just so McInnes wouldn’t recognize him. “I-I’m just a friendly neighborhood super.”

McInnes grabbed Leo’s hand. “Thank you,” he said.

Leo had to suppress a shiver. His cock strained. He had to stick his ass out when McInnes suddenly hugged him just so his erection wouldn’t stab McInnes.

“Thank you so much. I’d probably be in the hospital if not for you…” McInnes gulped audibly and glanced at the bats that Bart and his goons had been carrying. “I’m just not sure if I would have been in the ICU or the morgue.”

“The former, hopefully,” said Leo.

“Well, what does it matter now?” said McInnes, as he turned his attention back to Leo.

Leo felt as if the entire world shrank down the moment their eyes met. It was as if the rest of the parking lot had fallen away, and he and McInnes were the only people in the world.

He heard his heartbeat in his ears. His stomach was doing somersaults. He was so overcome with the urge to kiss McInnes then and there that it was painful to resist. But he wasn’t so sure he should have resisted at all.

It was a precious moment, and one that was over far too soon. Leo was breathless, but once he found his voice again, he said, “You should report them.”

McInnes hesitated. It was clear that he wanted to, but something was holding him back. “Nothing good can come of it. They’re probably going to be let go with a slap on the wrist, anyway. They’ll think twice about trying anything like this again if they know you’ll be around, and maybe that’ll be enough.”

Leo felt like he had a thousand butterflies fluttering around in his stomach. He pulled his hand out of McInnes’ grip and stammered, “I-I’ve got to go. Patrol duties and all that. But, uh… You should call the police. A-and if you ever need help, call me!”

He sprinted out of the parking lot before McInnes could reply and was about two blocks away before he realized how stupid he must have sounded just then. He hadn’t even told McInnes his name, much less given the man his number.

“UGH!” Leo yelled at no one in particular as he ducked into an alley to lean his forehead against a wall. He banged the side of his fist against the concrete and groaned, “Well, isn’t that just the perfect fuck-up to end today with?”