**Chapter 4: The Consequences**

Lamont's eyes dropped to the floor as he nodded slowly, a sense of resignation washing over him. Nathan's eyes lit up with excitement as he stood up and walked over to Lamont. "Great," Nathan said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I knew you'd see things my way." Lamont felt a wave of revulsion wash over him as Nathan reached out and touched him. He tried to pull away, but Nathan's grip was like a vice. "Don't make this any harder than it has to be," Nathan said, his breath hot against Lamont's ear. Lamont closed his eyes and tried to block out what was happening, but it was no use. Nathan's hands were all over him, touching and prodding, and Lamont felt like he was going to be sick. As Nathan led him to the bedroom, Lamont felt like he was in a nightmare. He couldn't believe that this was happening, that his friend had stooped so low. Nathan pushed Lamont onto the bed and loomed over him, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Lamont tried to struggle, but it was no use. Nathan was too strong, and he was too trapped. As Nathan began to undress, Lamont felt a wave of panic wash over him. He tried to push Nathan away, but he was too weak. He was completely at Nathan's mercy, and he knew it. The next few minutes were a blur of fear and revulsion. Lamont tried to block out what was happening, but it was no use. He was forced to endure a non-consensual act that left him feeling violated and ashamed. As it was over, Lamont lay there, feeling lost and traumatized. He couldn't believe that this had happened, that his friend had done this to him. Nathan, on the other hand, seemed to be enjoying himself. He lay back on the bed, a satisfied look on his face. "That was great," Nathan said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I've wanted to do that for a long time." Lamont felt a wave of anger wash over him, mixed with a deep sense of sadness. He couldn't believe that his friend had stooped so low. As he looked at Nathan, he saw a stranger, not a friend. He realized that he had been blind to Nathan's true nature, that he had been naive to trust him. Lamont slowly got out of bed, feeling like he was in a daze. He didn't know what to do, or where to turn. He felt lost and alone, and he knew that he had to find a way to get out of this situation. As he walked out of the bedroom, Lamont felt like he was leaving a part of himself behind. He knew that he would never be the same again, that this experience had changed him forever. He walked into the bathroom, feeling like he was going to be sick. He turned on the faucet and splashed water on his face, trying to wash away the memories of what had just happened. But it was no use. The memories were seared into his brain, and he knew that he would never be able to erase them. He felt like he was trapped in a nightmare, and he didn't know how to wake up.