[Author's note: noncon trigger warning]
The dial spun around freely, going back hour after hour, till it came to a dead stop exactly 12 hours earlier--3:15. Zach clicked the knob back in and he was naked in Dion's arms, the room pitch black and his head again drunk and pounding. He paused time and extricated himself from the bed, feeling blindly around for a light switch. Once he could see he put on his glasses and shorts. He paused a minute to look at Dion, blissfully sleeping, his arms still frozen in the hug Zach had awoken to. He gave him a light kiss on the lips before leaving the room, hitting the light on his way out.
Sig chi was asleep, the halls and basement empty as Zach walked out the front door and across campus. There were a few scattered drunk kids walking home, and Zach passed a few public safety vehicles driving the streets, but otherwise things were quiet.
He first went back to his dorm and found Mike passed out in his clothes on top of the blankets. Zach grabbed a lockpicking tool he'd taken from Walmart earlier that week and headed out again, past the quiet homes along Washington Street, till he came to a corner lot around a large Victorian style mansion. The building was painted black with red trimmings, a 4 story tall turret jutted out the front left side, and to its right the entrance was set back behind a large porch and vaulting roof. A few lights were scattered around inside, but this frat was mostly quiet too. Above the front door were the letters ΣΑΕ.
Zach was ready to pick open the front door, but when he tried the handle it simply swung open. Again Zach was surprised at how these impressive looking buildings on the outside just had stripped down college dorm interiors. As he walked down the entrance hallway he followed the breadcrumbs of empty solo cups and beer spills down to the basement. The party had cleared out but it looked like the music was still going and there was a group of guys gathered in a circle in a corner. As Zach got closer he realized they all had their dicks out and were surrounding a naked guy pounding a girl on the floor. It wasn't Adriana, it was an upperclass chi o sister, her letters shirt pulled up over her breasts and a little blow visible under her nose. Zach hid in a dark corner and restarted time. The bass blared to life and Zach was immediately met by the girl's moans crying "yes yes yes" while the frat brothers shouted encouragement to the freshman who was fucking her. Zach paused time again and left them to it, heading back upstairs.
Zach walked up to the second floor and started going through the rows of bedrooms. Most had a couple of passed out guys in various states of undress, a few had girls with them and were either fucking them or had fallen asleep with them, but Zach couldn't find Adriana. Then he went up to the third floor and found the same thing, and no Adriana.
The fourth floor had much fewer rooms. Zach figured it was for the frat's leadership and the bigger rooms he found seemed to indicate it. The first two rooms he checked were totally empty (Zach thought maybe they were some of the guys watching the show on the dance floor) but the third door had a faint light leaking out under the door. Zach opened it and immediately found Adriana passed out cold on the bed, still in her dress but her legs spread and makeup smeared. Zach took a closer look at her and saw that she didn't look quite as bad as he had seen her 12 hours before (or later), her dress was still in one piece, her hair still looked nice, and it didn't look like her arms were bruised yet. Zach briefly looked at the silhouette of a shirtless dude in a gaming chair in the corner before turning back to Adriana.
"Let's get you out of here, hon," Zach said. He grabbed both her heels from the floor and found her purse hanging on the door handle. Then he gently lifted her out of the bed, surprised at how light she was. He carried her back to their dorm room and laid her on her bed.
"You felt drunk so you walked home. Just a hot boy gave you a drink and when you felt too drunk you walked home. You went to his bedroom for a bit, but nothing bad had to happen. Just a little too much to drink."
Zach wasn't sure why he said that to her, not only passed out but frozen as she was. He guessed it was just because it was what he hoped she'd think when she woke up. But he knew something bad did happen, would have happened anyway, and he walked back to SAE.
As he went back to the room he'd found Adriana in Zach shut the door behind him. He walked across the room to the desk in the back corner and turned the chair around to see it was the same fucker he'd met at the gym with Jake earlier that week. He was passed out and shirtless, a big pair of headphone covering his ears, his phone in one hand and his dick in the other, a dry load of cum spread across his washboard abs.
Zach took his phone to see what he'd been jerking off to and he felt the rage that'd abated since he first turned back the clock start to came roaring back, and it kept growing as he looked through the rest of the phone, and then grew even more when he found Nick's (the douchebag's name was Nick) laptop and searched through his history and files. But even as he kept getting angrier Zach's dick started to get hard.
Zach looked at his watch--3:16. Just that minute gone in the basement. He put Nick back in place but kept his phone and laptop with him on the bed. Zach restarted time and was glad to see Nick didnt notice his phone didsapearing from his hand as he kept on snoring. Zach quietly started looking through Nick's internet history, finding different accounts and videos and pictures and deleting them. He downloaded a certain remote desktop app that would let him access the PC remotely anytime he wanted. When he felt satisfied with his IT support Zach looked at the watch again--3:22. Zach watched as the minute ticked away, and the moment the clock struck 3:23 Zach froze time and got to work.
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Nick woke up with a start as cold water splashed across his face. He was still drunk and stoned, but he felt himself sobering up real quick as he began to take in his situation. His feet were tied to his forearms with duct tape and his wrists were shackled to the handcuffs he had attached to the bed frame at the top two corners of the bed, so he was trussed up with his ass on display. His mouth was stuffed with a pair of his dirty socks and a piece of duct tape held them in. At the foot of his bed, staring at him with a bottle of water in one hand and one of Nick's cigarettes in the other, was some twink freshman.
Nick started fighting against his restraints like a caged animal, straining and making the bed and the whole floor shake as he tried with all his strength to break free. But the bonds held and Nick collapsed back into the bed panting.
"Oh good, they work," Zach said, flicking his ash on the floor, "I tried to overcompensate, but then you're a lot bigger and stronger than me so it was hard to say. I figured you made the handcuffs secure at least."
Nick started shouting through his gag but it was totally muffled. Zach put a hand to his ear, "What was that? I'm having trouble understanding you, you're mumbling. Ah, probably wondering where you recognize me from--don't you remember? We met at the gym the other day, you called my friend a faggot. Not gonna lie Nick, little ironic," Zach laughed wagging Nick's phone in front of him as a look of vague recognition came to Nick's eye.
"But that's not why I'm here, I'm here cause I found out we have some mutual friends! You remember Adriana right? The freshman you had over. Poor girl, she wasn't feeling herself, I had to walk her home. And sorry to just go flipping through your texts like this, but I see that you know Dave too! Looks like you guys have been buddies for awhile." Nick started to have a look of fear in his eyes now.
"Yeah," Zach said, his voice losing the false cheery tone he'd been affecting, "that's probably where you should be at. You know it's almost impressive, you have this shit down to a science: get some girl or gay boy drunk or drugged or horny enough that you can get some pics of them sucking your dick or getting fucked or whatever, blackmail them with the pics, and then get them to do even more shit for you which just gets you more and more embarrassing pics and videos. Hell of a feedback loop. And of course if it doesn't work out or you get bored you can still just plaster the pics online, fuck em right. Easy internet points. Emailing that sophomore's pics to his grandmother did seem a little excessive though."
