Before you ask: no, this fantasy never happened nor have I abused Campus services just to see them. I respect their power way too much. But I can dream, and if it were to happen, I think it would go something like this.
It all began on the first Saturday of O-Week. Mind you, this was a few years ago and I’ve grown up a lot since then. I got to the house party on Clyde and within 5 minutes of being there I had a scrumpy taped to my hand, Luude was blasting, and my worries started to fade away. As the night tapered on, I was sobering up. That was, until I was put into a dizzy spin when Campus Watch showed up.
They came into the house and said there was a noise complaint and everyone had to go. Tommy, one of the Campus Watch men, came up to me and laughed. “Need a hand getting that tape off of you?” I must’ve blushed so hard, responding, “Yes, please.” After grabbing my hand and gently removing the tape, I looked around and everyone else had left the party. Before I could even ask, Tommy read my mind, “Do you need a ride home?”
I’m not sure if this was me reading into a situation that wasn’t there but for some reason his Campus Watch partner had to go back to the office so it was just him and me. As we got to my flat, he parked the car. We sat in silence before I got the nerve to invite him in, and he accepted. My heart pounded as we headed to my room. Tommy’s gentle touch glided down my waist as he closed the door behind me. “How about we get your wrists taped again, this time to your bed,” he whispered. I nodded as I felt myself getting more wet.
The red lights of my room reflected off his high vis jacket as I threw it on to the floor. His firm hands grabbed my wrists and taped me to the bed as he slowly ate me out. I was shaking, about to finish when he stopped, looked up and said, “I’m here to ensure that student behaviour is at a reasonable level, and it seems you’re about to be out of control”.
He stood up and got undressed, looming over me. To say the least, he was built like the fucking Clocktower. Or should I say, cocktower? Hard, sturdy, and wanting to be punished. “But wait-” I gasped for breath, “can you keep the boots on?”
Tommy entered me slowly with the care only Campus Watch could provide. I felt as if I could ascend into another dimension. Everything in my body felt right, and if I was melting into the sheets. He knew exactly what to do and within a few minutes I had finished multiple times. But he wasn’t stopping.
He put my legs up behind my head, and placed his standard issue boot next to my head. I knew I was about to cum again. I whimpered, knowing this was the last one I could handle, and Tommy knew as well. He winked at me before saying, “You know, we’re always here to help,” before we finished at the same time in complete ecstasy.
He untaped me for the second time that night, and then helped with post-sex care. After cuddles and cleaning up, he said he needed to get back to work. “Just know I’m here 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. If you ever want me again, just call,” he said through a smile and left. He may have broken up the party, but I’m so glad he blew out my back.