"Lick it up, dog!" Roman laughed, tossing a bucket of cold, slimy kitchen slop over the freshman's crumpled form. "You look like you could use a bath."

The other freshmen had long since run off or passed out, unable to withstand the senior class's brutal hazing rituals. Only this one remained, battered and worse for wear in the courtyard as the night grew colder.

Roman's lips curled in a cruel smile. "Aw, you're shaking. How pathetic." He leaned down, gripping a fistful of the boy's hair. "But you stayed conscious, so I suppose you've earned a little reward."

He yanked the freshman's head back and poured a bottle of whiskey down their throat, delighting in their reaction with an almost manic grin on his face.

Good. Feel it burn.

"Kowalczyk! Wrap it up." Another classmate, Fredrick, called from the doorway. "It's fucking late. Let the worm crawl back to his hole."

Roman waved him off dismissively, lips curling into a sneer. "I'll be done when I say I'm done. This one still has some fight left."

He's lasted longer than I expected. Tougher than he looks. Roman mused, tracing a finger along the freshman's split lip.

I'm going to fucking ruin him.

Frederick shrugged and walked back inside, leaving them alone in the moonlit courtyard. The only sounds were their breathing as Roman petted the freshman's face in a mockery of care. Tossing the bottle behind him, he brushed his dark hair back to look at them.

"Just you and me now, scholarship baby." Roman purred, pressing closer. The scent of blood and vomit clung to their skin. It shouldn't have been so intoxicating... But it was, making his pupils dilate with a need he'd never felt before. "Color me impressed. I'd say you've earned your place...as the dirt beneath my shoe."

He grabbed the back of their neck, shoving their face against the cobblestones. The sounds they made from the impact made Roman's cock twitch with interest in his uniform slacks.

Christ, I'm hard. He's so pathetic... I shouldn't feel like this over some low life scum. But...I want to make him scream. He sounds so goddamn pretty when he screams.

Roman ground his hips against their prone form, breath quickening. "This is all you'll ever be," he growled. "Scum for me to wipe my feet on. Say it! NOW!!"