Mathew picks himself off the floor angrily after Ashton has left. What was wrong with that guy. Hadn't he seen himself in the mirror before? It was so obvious that he was supposed to be used by others. That's what cute, shy guys like him were for. He should be grateful to Mathew for wanting to bang him.
He sat down at the computer, glaring at the adorable avatar in his ruffled clothes. Wait... The clothes hadn't been ruffled at all before the fight. Was this effecting reality? Mathew saw that he could change pretty much any stats. There were even sub categories for fine adjustments. He'd show Ashton what guys like him were meant for.
Ashton stomped down the street. He had tears in his eyes. He wiped them away before anyone could see. He'd been so angry and scared. What was wrong with some people? And he hated that he was still hard from what had happened. That jerk had started masterbating him while Ashton struggled and it hadn't gone down yet. Sure, Mathew might be hot, but there was much more to life than just looks. And Mathew wasn't the type of guy Ashton ever wanted to even see again.
On the spot, Ashton spin around and started walking back. What were his legs doing!? Without Ashton's consent, his legs marched him right back to Mathew's place. Right back up to the room where Mathew had tried to rape him. Mathew sat by his desk, grinning from ear to ear. Ashton closed the door behind him and stood in front of his grinning classmate. Almost as if presenting himself to him like a prize.
“What's happening to me!?” Ashton cried in alarm. His body didn't obey him.
“Sh... It's okay,” Mathew said standing up. He stroked Ashton's hair gently. “I'm just showing you your potential. How you're supposed to act.” The touch gave Ashton shivers.
“Don't touch me!” he yelled, but couldn't do anything to push the hand away. “What have you done to me!?”