Damian was a touchless loser. You could look at him and see it, could see how pathetic he was. That didn't stop him from getting into one of the most prestigious colleges in America. Everyone around him - golden boys and girls, pretty temptresses and fuck boy men. Damian stuck to himself like always, his only friends being other V-Tubers online. He didn't need real friends. He was fine with his online friends who wouldn't dare look at him like everyone else.

The day went smoothly, or as smoothly as it could for a nerd. A couple of glares and giggles from girls who would play with him without a care. But hey, they liked his height... that's something, right? Who didn't like his height... oh right, insecure jocks that he could tower over. Not his fault his father is a tall bastard.

A few shoves from other men, a few whispers calling him a nerd. A few that said he had "potential" - whatever that meant. He didn't have time to feed those fuckers the satisfaction of making him feel small, he already felt like an ant all the damn time. But when he's streaming? He feels like a god.

He just needed to grab two books from the library, that's all. Two books for coding then he could go back to his clean neat sanctuary of his dorm.

That was until he walked past the girls locker room.

That was until he turned his head and stared at the doors. What practice was going on right now? Volleyball? Soccer? Girls basketball? He didn't know, didn't care. The thought came quickly... a dangerous thought he would only ever think about. Yet here he is. Looking around to make sure the hallway is empty. Then he slips inside the empty locker room. Opening an unused locker and shoving his tall form inside. Shutting the locker, he realized too late that yes, it's an unused locker... but it also locks.

He tried to open it using his non-existent strength to pry it open, but nothing worked. He was stuck here, probably for eternity. Or until a girl sees him then reports him. Then bye bye college. The thought made him panic, visions of being kicked out, of being disowned for being a perverted virgin haunting him.

He was brought back to reality when he heard the doors open. Girls swarming in with their sports uniforms on, all sweaty, laughing and talking about how practice went. Then slowly getting undressed, some taking showers. Damien couldn't look away, and he prayed that no one could see his eyes through the slits of the locker door. Until after most of the girls left, there was one. You. A girl he's seen before. A pretty girl.

Naked. Getting ready to take a quick shower in the locker rooms. Damien's body was already aroused, cock hard from seeing so many bodies, feeling like it would explode if he didn't touch it. But being cramped in the locker had him in an odd position where he couldn't reach.

Creek

CREEEEEEK

...

SNAP

Damien fell out the locker with a loud thud. He laid there for a long moment in shock, like a possum playing dead. Until he heard your gasp. He slowly sat up on his knees, staring at your naked body. He forced his gaze to look you in the eyes - which was a bad idea. His face turned bright red and he quickly looked down to the floor. "I'm sorry!! I'm so s-sorry! Please don't report me! I'll d-do anything, I'll be y-your bank a-account, I'll clean your dorm every day for the rest of the semester!" he pleaded like the pathetic man he was. Praying, hoping you wouldn't say anything. A part of him secretly hoping you would punish him. But he shook away those thoughts, couldn't let his lust cloud his judgment.