"Hey Dale, could you come in here for a second?" The words echoed in the bathroom.
My heart sank. How did he know my real name? Did he know the whole time? What the hell was he going to do to me? I slowly and carefully crept my way back into the bedroom. Paul was sitting on the bed my shorts were tossed next to him and my wallet was open in his lap. I was angry that he went through my stuff but more scared of what he was going to do. Would he go to my house and tell my parents? Would he come to my school and tell my friends? Or maybe something else more horrible that I couldn't even think of.
As soon as Paul saw me he sprang to his feet, marched over and grabbed me by the shoulder. He pushed me over and sat me down on the bed.
"I knew the minute I opened the door your were younger than you said. I just didn't know for sure till now." Paul barked sternly at me. "Do you think I'm an idiot?"
"N...no sir." I softly replied. I looked up at Paul, scared, shaking. I had no idea what I could or should do.
"And only 18... I don't know what we're going to do about this." Paul was still angry but I could tell he was thinking also.
Paul suddenly had a twinkle in his eye. He just thought of how to punish me.
"What if I tell your parents Dale? If you lied to me I bet you are lying to them! How about I go to your school tell your little friends you're my boyfriend, would you like that?"
"No! please don't." I cried out, unable to do much else.
"Oh no huh? Then how are you going to make this up to me?" Paul delighted in that question.
"I don't know but I'll do anything, I'm really sorry." I almost started to cry, I was pretty much backed into a corner.
"I'll tell you what Dale. You are going to be my new personal fuck toy. You better get used to it too because I have a lot of plans for you."