Viagrated

Ashton lay in bed, the blanket pulled tightly over his head, as if it could shield him from the storm raging in his mind. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat echoing the weight of what had just happened. He could still feel her lips on his, the warmth of her breath, the way her hands had gripped him like she owned him. His stomach churned with a mix of guilt, confusion, and something else—something he didn't want to admit.

'Why didn't I stop her?' he thought, his fists clenching the sheets. 'Why did I let it happen?'

But deep down, he knew the answer. For a moment, just a moment, he had felt something he'd never felt before. It was intoxicating, overwhelming, and it had left him paralyzed. Now, the memory of it was seared into his mind, replaying over and over like a broken record.

Downstairs, he could hear the muffled voices of Ashley and his mom. They were laughing, their tones light and carefree, as if nothing had happened. How could Ashley act so normal after what she'd just done? How could she laugh and chat like she hadn't just turned his world upside down?

Ashton's breath hitched, and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the sound of her voice. But it was no use. Her words echoed in his head, sharp and unrelenting.

"You're mine."

"Call me Mommy."

"Don't you dare try to get away from me."

He shuddered, pulling the blanket tighter around him. The weight of her threat loomed over him like a dark cloud. If she told his mom about what had happened—or worse, if she twisted the story—he'd be ruined. His mom would never believe him. No one would. Ashley was charming, manipulative, and always knew how to get what she wanted. And now, she had him trapped.

The door creaked open, and Ashton froze. His heart leapt into his throat as footsteps approached his bed. He didn't dare move, didn't dare breathe.

"Ashton?" It was his mom. Her voice was soft, concerned. "Are you okay? Ashley said you weren't feeling well."

He swallowed hard, forcing himself to sit up. His mom stood in the doorway, her brow furrowed with worry. Behind her, Ashley lingered in the hall, her arms crossed, her expression unreadable.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he muttered, avoiding her gaze. "Just… tired."

His mom stepped closer, placing a hand on his forehead. "You don't feel warm. Do you need anything? Water? Medicine?"

"No, I'm good," he said quickly, his voice sharper than he intended. "I just want to sleep."

His mom hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. Get some rest. Let me know if you need anything."

She turned to leave, but Ashley stayed in the doorway, her eyes locked on Ashton. For a moment, their gazes met, and he saw something flicker in her eyes—something dark, possessive. She smiled faintly, a smile that sent a chill down his spine, before following his mom downstairs.

Ashton collapsed back onto the bed, his chest heaving. He felt like he was suffocating, like the walls were closing in around him. He couldn't stay here. He couldn't face her again. But where could he go? What could he do?

His phone buzzed on the nightstand, startling him. He grabbed it, his hands trembling as he unlocked the screen. It was a text from Ashley.

Ashley: You can't avoid me forever, baby. We need to talk.

His stomach dropped. He stared at the message, his mind racing. What did she want from him?What was she planning?

Before he could respond, another text came through.

Ashley: Don't worry, your secret's safe with me… for now. But you owe me, Ashton. And you're mine.

Ashley: Oh, and yes, I'm sorry—I added Viagra to your wine.

Ashton's breath hitched as he read the last message, his stomach twisting into knots. Viagra? His mind raced, trying to process what she had just admitted. That explained the bitter, medicinal taste of the wine—and the way his body had reacted, the heat that had coursed through him despite his confusion and fear. He felt violated, manipulated in a way that made his skin crawl.

His hands shook as he stared at the screen, the words blurring as his vision swam with anger and disbelief. She had drugged him. She had planned this. It wasn't just a moment of weakness or impulse—it was calculated, deliberate. And now she was gloating about it, taunting him with her control.

Before he could even think of how to respond, another message popped up.

Ashley: I'm sorry!

He typed out a response, his fingers trembling over the screen.

Ashton: What do you mean by sorry? Everything you did was on purpose.

She read the message instantly, but no reply came. Ashton waited, but the silence only deepened his unease. He turned his phone off and threw it across the bed, staring at the ceiling. He then realized the Viagra was starting to take effect, and he had to survive the night.

He grabbed a pillow, tucked it between his legs, and tried to sleep, but her face kept him awake. On top of that, his body was betraying him. He tried to press down, but the more he resisted, the worse it became. It wasn't even midnight, and he had to endure this for hours. He could feel the blood rushing straight to his dick, the pressure building unbearably. He couldn't hold it—not for the entire night.

Just then, his phone buzzed with a notification. Thinking it was Ashley, he grabbed it, only to find a message from Jenny.

Jenny: Hey! Today was an amazing day for me. Thanks again for coming with me.

Ashton groaned. His body was now in pain, the ache intensifying. Not now, Jenny. I'm sorry. He read the message from the notification and ignored it. But another text came through.

Jenny: And yeah, next time, I'll pay the bill for coffee.

The throbbing dick was becoming unbearable. He groaned again, his body betraying him further. The memories of Ashley's kiss, her touch, her words—they all came flooding back, arousing him even more. It felt like she was still touching him, her presence crawling under his skin. And his biggest concern was that, he enjoyed that. 

Another notification chimed. It was Jenny again. Alright, I should try to divert my mind, he thought. Ashton opened the chat.

Jenny: Hey! Today was an amazing day for me. Thanks again for coming with me.

Jenny: And yeah, next time, I'll pay the bill for coffee.

Jenny: Helloo??

Jenny: Are you asleep already?

Ashton: Yeah, I'm here, Jenny. Not asleep.

Ashton: I enjoyed today too.

Ashton was trying to distract himself, typing messages with his knees clamped together tightly, his legs curled as he pressed his arousal hard against the pillow between his thighs.

Jenny: Tomorrow's the weekend, and I only have two lectures, so I'm planning to stay at home. What about you?

Ashton: On Saturdays, I have three lectures, so I probably won't go either.

Jenny: Hmmm. 

The pain in his groin was now unbearable. 'Oh, fuck… I need to relapse. I need to…' He was practically yelling in his mind, his body screaming for release.

Jenny: I heard you play some FPS games with Darwin. You have a PC build, right?

'Oh, God! What should I do?' He kept messaging, even though it was agonizing, just trying to escape and forget about his torment.

Ashton: Yeah, I do.

Jenny: Oh, nice. I bought a PlayStation last week… with a few games. I have a football game, but no one to play with. So, would you come over tomorrow?

'Huh? Come over… Wait, this is the best chance. I can… But I can't hold this forever. I need to do something by morning.'

Ashton: Yeah, that sounds nice, but I'm busy tomorrow for most of the day. How about I come over at 9 a.m.?

Jenny: My parents are leaving at 8 a.m. with my brother, so you can come at 9.

'Parents leaving with her brother? Which means she'll be alone. Perfect.'

Ashton: Yeah, 9 a.m. is perfect. Be ready, girl. I'll call you at 8:30. Good night. :)

On the other side, Jenny lay in her bed, her face turning crimson as she read his message. 'Wh-what does he mean by "be ready"? I-I can't imagine him on my bed with me… No, what am I thinking?'

The night passed agonizingly slowly for Ashton. He couldn't sleep, his throbbing dick only worsening as the hours dragged on. By morning, he was a mess. He got up, dressed in a tight black t-shirt with short sleeves and loose pajamas to hide his condition, and left without seeing his mom or Ashley.

Ashton asked Jenny for her address, and she texted it to him. She lived in the Beaumont Apartments, a high-security complex where visitors had to show ID to enter. Jenny had to come down to the gate to let him in. Ashton didn't tie his hair, letting it fall loose, while Jenny wore a casual yet revealing outfit—a t-shirt that clung to her figure and shorts so short they might as well have been panties. Of course, she was dressed to attract his attention.

Ashton, still feeling uneasy, somehow managed to keep his composure. Jenny met him at the gate, and as they walked through the complex, Ashton couldn't help but notice the luxury around him—the water fountain, the dedicated parking building, the sprawling parks. The sight of the apartment complex spoke volumes about her family's wealth.

They entered the elevator, making small talk about the games they could play on her PlayStation. The lift reached the 27th floor, where she lived. The floor had only two apartments, yet the space was vast. Jenny's duplex was a sprawling 12-room house, complete with a guest room, storage room, and even a private elevator inside the apartment. Ashton was impressed but kept his expression neutral, trying to appear nonchalant.

"So… shall we go to my room?" Jenny asked, her tone flirtatious.

Ashton, still in pain and barely holding it together, forced a smile. "Yeah, sure. I was just appreciating how beautiful your house is…"