Kicked Around

Erik stretched a bit and then hit the machines. He worked out his upper body by pushing himself to do three sets of every exercise that the machine could do. After about 45 minutes, his muscles felt like jelly and he was done with his workout. Erik walked back to the dorms, showered, ate lunch and went to his 2nd class. He felt sore but good. The exercise made him feel more confident in himself and that put a smile on his face. After class, he went to dinner with Bret and Steve and then back to his room to watch Lara on his computer. Afterward, he went to sleep.

On Wednesday, Erik woke up sore. He decided to skip the workout for today and give himself a rest. After his first class, Erik ate lunch at the cafeteria. They were serving pizza. Erik realized that the cafeteria served pizza and chicken tenders for lunch every Wednesday, which made him happy. Pizza was Erik's favorite food, even if it was the reheated cafeteria kind. After lunch, Erik walked to a tanning salon that was in the strip mall across from the dorm. When he walked in, the girl behind the counter looked at him strangely. "Have you ever tanned before?" she asked him. "No," Erik said.

"You'll want to go quickly for your first time," she said. "Like probably 5. No more than 10 minutes. 10 is probably too high for your skin tone."

"10 minutes?" Erik asked. "Can you get anything for 10 minutes?"

"Oh, yeah," she said. "It's the same cost, but you want to start low and do it more frequently. After you have a good base, then you add more minutes each time."

Erik looked at the prices. "Holy shit!" he thought. "No fucking way... I can't be doing small amounts like that. I'll be fucking broke before I ever get a fucking tan."

Erik paid for a single session and went to the bed. There were settings on it for 5, 10, 15, and 20 minutes. "I'll just start at the high end and go from there," he thought. "If I get a little burned, oh well." Erik set it for 20 minutes, disrobed to his underwear and climbed into the bed.

Erik found the warm heat to be soothing. It felt good on his sore muscles, and soon Erik drifted to sleep. He didn't even realize that the bed turned off until a few minutes later when he no longer felt the warm sensation of the bed. He looked and saw that the bed was off, so he climbed out. He was tired from the nap but was able to put his clothes back on. He felt so relaxed that he didn't notice that his skin was reddening more and more as each second past.

Erik walked out into the front area where the tanning salon employee was sitting. She heard him walk out. "So how was...," she started and then stopped when she saw him. "Oh my god!"

"What?" Erik asked.

"How long were you in there?" she asked.

"I dunno," Erik said confused. "20 minutes? I think?"

"I told you to do 5 to 10!" she said.

"Yeah, but that's really expensive," Erik said.

"I can give you a discount if you bought a block!" she said. "That's not important right now. You need some aloe."

"What?" Erik responded. "What's going on?" Erik looked over at a mirror on the wall and saw that his face was as red as an apple. "Holy shit!" he yelled out.

"Take this," the girl said. "You can have it for free. You're going to need it."

"How long am I going to look like this?" Erik asked.

"Burns can last 2-3 days or more," she said. "But I don't know. You are very... you were very fair skinned. Put the aloe on three times a day." Erik kept looking at himself in the mirror.

"Where did you tan yourself?" the girl asked.

"Everywhere!," Erik said.

"Yikes!," the girl said. "You're going to be hurting tomorrow. Better get some aspirin too."

"Fuck," Erik said.

Erik went to his next class and then dinner. He was sitting with Bret and Steve at dinner, who were both staring at him while Erik ate.

"You fall asleep outside or something?" Steve asked.

"Or something," Erik said.

"You look like you just escaped from a building that was on fire," Bret said.

"Thanks," Erik said.

"Are you shaking?" Steve asked.

"Yes," Erik said. "I'm freezing."

"What the fuck happened?" Bret asked.

"I went tanning today," Erik responded.

"I can see that," Bret said. "But, why? You were whiter than a golf country club yesterday."

"I went to a tanning bed to try and... get a tan," Erik said.

Bret and Steve paused looking at Erik, letting his comment hang out in the air for a moment. Then, the two started laughing. "Seriously man?" Bret asked. "You... Went to a tanning bed? Why did you think that was a good idea?"

"Cause I'm really white, and I need a tan," Erik responded sheepishly.

"Yes," Steve said. "You were white. After tanning, you're supposed to look sun-kissed. Not deep fried in homemade shake and bake. After the red goes away, you'll be another shade of white, cause you're not the tanning type."

"What do you mean?" Erik asked.

"Dude," Bret started. "Your skin doesn't tan. You're pasty white. It'll take days, weeks, months for someone like you to get a fucking tan. Didn't you ever learn that?"

"Yeah," Erik said. "But I thought a tanning bed... would like... make it faster..."

Bret and Steve started laughing again.

"Alright, man," Bret said. "First of all, there's this big bright ball in the sky that's up there for like half the day that you can tan from for free. Second, that fucking ball is going to be way better for you than some fake tanning light shit. Just go outside and layout for like 10 minutes a day for a week. Then make it 15 minutes. Then 20. Stop at 20 and keep that going every day for the summer. By the end, you'll turn an off-shade of white which for you will look something like a tan."

"I feel sick," Erik said.

"You have sun poisoning," Steve said. "Except its fake sun. You're going to feel like shit for a few days."

"I need to go," Erik said getting up and going back to his room.

Erik took the elevator up and ran to his room. He was shivering and felt horrible. When he opened the door, he rushed to his garbage can next to his bed and threw up. Erik continued to tremble as he spits the remnants from his mouth into the garbage. The aloe was on the ground next to him. He reached for it and opened it up. Then, he squirted a bunch of the aloe on his hand and rubbed it anywhere on his body that he could reach. Afterward, he gradually shuffled to the side until he fell into his bed.

Erik couldn't sleep. He was shivering badly. When he pulled the covers over himself, he was overheating and felt like he was going to start sweating. Erik constantly fought with his sheets to find a comfortable medium, but he wasn't able to find a neutral space where he was satisfied. This continued throughout the night, resulting in one of the worst night's sleep that Erik ever had. On top of that, he felt extremely ill, and he was regularly fighting back the urge to retch again. He was in living hell, all night long.

Chapter 15

The next morning, Erik felt even worse. As the sun rose, he was shivering in his bed, and he was fighting back the sensations to vomit, again. Erik was clinging to the sheets with both hands as he trembled. The morning dragged on, and Erik didn't leave his dorm room, except to use the bathroom. Throughout the day, each time Erik went to the toilet he would vomit or dry heave into the sinks and urinals. The only part of his body that didn't hurt was his dick and his ass since he kept his underwear on in the tanning bed. "Thank god for that," Erik kept thinking. "If my dick burned off, I might as well jump out the fucking window."

Erik stayed in bed, regularly smearing on the aloe for temporary relief. He held his dick in his hands. It was the only place he could touch that didn't hurt. Holding himself offered some slight comfort, similar to that of a security blanket or a child's stuffed toy. His dick was his comfort object. Eventually, he became aroused, and Erik attempted to masturbate for temporary relief, but after he finished, he only felt worse. With all the energy he had remaining, he tried to stay as perfectly still as possible. His muscles were extremely sore from his workout two days ago, and his skin felt like it was on fire. He was absolutely miserable, and it was tearing him down emotionally. He started to cry, but there wasn't enough moisture in his body to produce tears.

Erik drank bottles of water that he had in his mini fridge. He was too nauseous to try and eat anything. Without any food and with very little sleep the night earlier, he continually faded in and out of consciousness. Finally, after 12 hours of discomfort, Erik fell asleep for the night.

On Friday morning, Erik felt better. His skin was still very red, but the burn was already beginning to fade into a lighter red hue. He took more aspirin and then felt well enough to leave his room to take a shower. Erik found himself turning the water colder and colder to prevent the feeling of his skin burning from the warm water. The cold shower made Erik shiver again, but it was tolerable.

When exiting the shower, Erik slowly padded himself down with his towel. The cloth of the towel felt like it was tearing off his skin when it usually felt soft. After Erik went back to his room, he began to dress as he checked his phone for the first time in 2 days. The battery had completely drained, and the phone was powered off. Erik plugged it in and finished getting dressed. Somehow, Erik found the strength to gather himself together for class. Erik attended both of his classes on Friday, even though he was tired and uncomfortable.

During both classes, the instructors reminded the students that midterms would be next Friday. Both instructors stated that they would give the students their current grades on Monday, so the students knew where they stood in the class going into the midterms.

Erik was more focused on when and how he was going to see Lara and talk to her again. Erik hadn't heard from Lara all week since he saw her with Rocco. The more time that went by, the more nervous he felt about it.

"The more time she spends with that musclehead, the less she's going to want to be with me," Erik thought. His mind wandered as he tried to rally up his confidence level about his situation with Lara. "Fuck it. I can do this. I can make her scream like that. I've read all those articles about how to please a woman and the best sex positions for her to orgasm. I've read it all and seen it all on the internet. I can do this."

After class, Erik had dinner with Bret and Steve. When they finished eating, they all went outside to join Bret for his regular post-dinner cigarette. Erik still wasn't feeling well, so he went back to his room instead of staying with Steve and Bret, even though it was Friday night. Steve and Bret were going back to Bret's room to hang out and play video games. Bret prodded Erik about being a nerd and staying in his room instead of hanging out on the weekend. Erik just kept saying that he wasn't feeling well and eventually Bret backed off.

When Erik walked back into his room, he turned on the phone. There was a message waiting for him on his gaming network app. It was from Roge. It said: "You're off the team." Erik stared at the message. "Fuck," he said quietly. This was the first time that Erik had thought about GAB and "Prodigy" since the previous weekend's tournament. The Wednesday tanning session had burned away his routine for the past two days. Now, Erik was finally looking at the effect of not keeping to his commitments. He was off the team. This was a team he had played on for a year. But more than that, this was a group of guys Erik had spent a considerable amount of time with.

Erik was sad, but also felt an odd sense of relief. Erik had tried to keep his responsibilities with the team, but this proved to be much more difficult now that he was away from home. "How the fuck am I going to do this?" Erik thought. "Things are different here. I'm completely on my own. I can do whatever I want. I can skip class if I want to. Well, kinda... If I fail the classes, mom will pull me out of school. But still, I've got Lara and regular friends that I hang around with. Shit. It's just... different."

Erik realized that finding "balance" was going to be an ongoing challenge for him. Things were not the same for him in college as they were in high school. He had started a new life and was still getting adjusted to it. The fact that he wasn't going to be able to fall into his same old comfortable routine when things got difficult was upsetting, even more, upsetting than getting kicked off of the team. Erik was going to have to make hard choices at times and adjust to the effects of those decisions.

Erik needed to feel "good" again, if not just for a little bit, just to clear his mind of these heavy thoughts. He was depressed and wanted some company. So, he logged into Lara's site and saw that she had scheduled camming sessions tonight. Erik felt like he needed to see her. Erik had an API (Application Program Interface) account set up to automatically upload videos of Lara's private sessions with her customers directly to her website. These videos were only accessible by the Administrator accounts on Lara's website and the specific user that Lara allowed access to for each video. Lara's private session customers had to make accounts on her website to schedule a session. This account gave them access to the video of the private session for the customer to watch whenever they wanted to. However, for this to work, the service required a separate API account that would be signed in after every session so it could upload the video of the session as soon as it ended.

A limitation (or feature, depending on how you look at it) of the video upload application was that if you had the credentials (username and password) of the API account, you could use that to log into Lara's website as an Administrator, which would give the account Full rights to carry out any action as the website "owner." In addition, the service account could have multiple users accessing it at one time. Administrators logged into the website would see the service account as one of the current users logged in as it uploaded the new file.

This functionality was all part of a plugin that he purchased when building the website for Lara. In the past, Erik never abused this ability. He always knew he had access to this, but decided not to do anything with it, because he didn't feel like he needed to. Now, he had gone the entire week without seeing Lara, and he really felt like he needed a "connection" with her.

Erik used the API account to log into the website. There were brand new videos that were uploaded only minutes earlier. Erik played one of them. In the video, Erik could see Lara's porn star alter-ego, Lola, performing for a client. The client did not have video turned on, so Erik couldn't see him, but he could hear him talking to Lola. The two were talking about the man's day and how his job was difficult, and he hated his boss, etc. Lola was dancing around, shaking her ass and seductively caressing her breasts.

After a few minutes, the man asked her to finger herself, and Lola complied. She started to moan, and so did the man on the session. Erik assumed the man was masturbating to the show. Erik watched the entire session until the man signed off. At that point, the video ended. Erik refreshed the page and saw that there was another video uploaded just then. Erik started the next video. Afterward, he checked again, and there was yet another video. Erik kept continuously watching each new video as the previous video ended.

Erik admired how dedicated and organized Lola was. She had total control over everything and she made every customer feel special and unique. Erik watched Lola for 3 hours, and he could tell which customers were long-time regulars and which were new to the site just by their interactions with Lola. Lola did an incredible job giving the long-time regulars exactly what they wanted. Some just wanted to talk about their day while looking at her and she almost acted like a wife, a mother, and a therapist all in one. Others wanted her to do some really dirty stuff, and Lola did her best to comply. Some treated her like she was a queen. Others treated her badly, and she shook it off with a smile.

Erik had even more respect for Lola now seeing how much effort she put into this. Her job was not as easy as he thought and she adapted herself to each situation and each customer with so much elegance that he couldn't help but to admire her resolve. "She's amazing," he kept thinking.

Erik was now watching the video made for the final customer of the night. He booked Lola for a full hour. Lola put on an incredible show for him. She did everything and anything he asked. She started by talking to him about his day. This conversation led into what had been new with the man since they last spoke, which Erik assumed had been a week prior, judging from the types of things he was saying to Lola. This conversation lasted for 30 minutes. Then, she asked what he wanted her to do tonight.

Things started off very slow in the video. First, he asked Lola to finger herself. Next, he had her get on all fours leaning over the futon so that he could watch her finger her ass and pussy at the same time. Eventually, he had her get two dildos. The first one went into her ass. Then, the second dildo in her pussy. She double penetrated herself with both dildos as she moaned in delight. Finally, she laid down with her back on the futon while she continued fucking herself with both dildos. Her face was red, her mouth was open, screaming with a high pitch and it looked incredibly sexy.

Erik could feel Lola eye fucking him behind the screen. In this place, right here and now, everything else disappeared. At this moment, the world around him went dark. Erik was focused on Lola. She was right in front of him, and his hands went to her hips as he fucked her on her futon. She screamed and moaned. "Oh fuck me, Erik. Fuck me. Make me cum. I wanna cum all over your big cock."

The mixed sound of Lola's screaming and Erik's grunting overpowered any other sounds. Erik fucked her harder and harder as she screamed louder and louder. It was just the two of them, fucking in her apartment. Then, Erik pulled out and came. He came all over her belly, around her piercing and it dripped down the sides of her stomach.

Erik closed his eyes as he slipped back to reality, returning to his desk chair in his room. Erik could hear the customer finish as well through the headset. Erik opened his eyes to Lola cumming (or pretending to cum, Erik couldn't tell the difference). Erik's eyes became heavy as he continued to feel the calming effects of his orgasm.

Erik's eyes moved downward, finally noticing the sight of his semen splashed all over the keys of his keyboard. "Oh fuck! Not again!" Erik yelled out, jolting him out of his seat and destroying his euphoric feeling. "Son of a bitch!" He tilted the laptop lid backward, so the screen was parallel to the desk. He grabbed his toilet paper and began cleaning off his keyboard as Lola said her goodbyes to the customer. She blew a kiss goodbye. This distracted Erik for a moment. Erik did the same, blowing a kiss back to Lola behind the screen. Putting his hand back down to clean the laptop, he realized that he felt something wet on his face. He looked at his hands covered in his cum. "Fuck!" He screamed again as he frantically scrubbed at his face with toilet paper. He turned around and found his trash can. Erik started spitting into the can, trying to rid himself of his mistake.

Erik went down to his knees and began to dry heave. "Get it together Erik," he thought. "It's your cum. It's not like some random guy's cum got in your mouth... Oh god..." The thought of it made him throw up into the trash can. He grabbed a bottle of water, swished and spit out the contents into the trash can. Then, he grabbed his bath towel and cleaned himself up.