Max knew casual hookups were a risky game, especially with the cheerleaders. He never expected one of them—a seemingly ditzy blonde named Brittany—to drug him, using an aphrodisiac. Her feigned innocence had lulled him into a false sense of security. Only after he felt the drug's effects did he realize the chocolate she'd given him had been laced. Now, suffering the consequences, he was sprinting across campus, a frantic blur of limbs and sweat.

He practically ripped the door from its frame, fumbling for his keys, his hands shaking uncontrollably. He slammed the door shut behind him, tossing his backpack and jacket onto the floor as he frantically palmed his erection. The intense arousal was maddening; his cock throbbed against his pants, a painful pressure building with every second.

"My dick fucking hurts," he groaned, heading for the living room. He was about to whip his pants down and relieve himself when he saw his roommate on the couch, engrossed in a movie. His roommate jumped, startled by his sudden appearance and the raw desperation in his eyes.

"You scared the shit out of me," he gasped, his voice strained. He leaned heavily against the doorframe, his face pale and slick with sweat. The effects of the drug were clearly overwhelming him.