The Nerds - Part 1

Hi folks!

I was planning a second part of Just One Time today, but I'm sick as fuck at the moment, so I'm posting something that was scheduled for later in the week. I'll be back on track by tomorrow, hopefully.

Fun fact about this story: it's loosely based on real events! Loosely.

All characters are consenting adults (18+)

I was everything that everyone else wanted to be. The captain of the football team, the son of wealthy parents, the boyfriend of the hottest chick in school, and popular enough that I could flaunt those facts at every party there was. Six foot three, shredded from years of sport, and in my not so humble opinion, one of the most handsome guys I knew.

Maybe I was vain, but who wouldn’t be, in my situation? I had it all, and life was only getting better as we headed toward the end of high school and the beginning of college. I’d be moving across the country, and although my girlfriend wasn’t too keen on the idea, I was eager to explore things that had so far been hidden.

You see, despite everything, there were things about me that even I couldn’t admit, and one of those things had been festering inside me for as long as I could remember.

“Are you coming to Dylan’s tonight?” Zoe asked, as I pulled up outside her house.

“Yeah, I told you already that I was” I replied, eager for her to leave so that I could get home.

“You said that last week, too” she reminded me bitterly. “Every week you’re coming up with new excuses to stay home, and I’m starting to think this is about us”.

I had to stop myself from rolling my eyes. Why did everything have to revolve around her? However, to avoid a certain argument, I forced a smile and kissed her. It was like kissing a brick wall.

“I’ve just been busy, babe” I said, but she pulled away and stepped out of the car.

“If you flake on me again, Cole” she warned, looking back in through the window, “we’re done”.

I watched as she strutted toward her house and sighed. The truth was, we didn’t even like each other anymore. It felt like the only reason we were still together was because, as the two hottest people in the school, we were almost regarded as royalty, and neither of us wanted a royal scandal.

My folks were still at work by the time I returned home. That was nothing new, and I was unlikely to even see either of them until the following day, at best. Luckily for me, that worked perfectly.

I hurried upstairs, dropped my backpack in the hall, and booted up my laptop. I checked the clock to find that, due to Zoe’s protests, I was already running five minutes behind, so as the screen loaded, I quickly stripped out of my sweaty clothes, and clasped my hands behind my head as the camera flickered on.

My seven inch tool began to stiffen instantly. I’d been desperately horny all week, and the repeated sessions had only made me hornier. I remained in position as Charlie’s camera came to life, and watched him as he watched me.

“You’re late, slave” he said, and although I knew that I’d suffer the consequences, I couldn’t help but feel a shot of arousal burst through my thick cock.

“Sorry Master” I replied, feeling such beautiful humiliation at the hands of a young man whom I had known for years.

“Take the hairbrush” he said, “and let me see ten on each cheek”.

“Yes Master”.

I scurried across the bedroom and grabbed the brush that had been used more than once. The head was thick enough to actually hurt, but it was all well deserved. I turned my back to him and whacked my plump globes until they both glowed red and the pain caused pre-cum to leak from me.

“Now start stroking it” Charlie ordered, “but no cumming”.

It had been two weeks since my last orgasm. It was surely unhealthy for a nineteen year old to deny himself like that, but the result was a wild horniness that I could do nothing to calm. It took only minutes before I felt myself reach the edge of climax, and gasped as I released my twitching, frustrated cock.

“Now play with your pussy” Charlie said, “use the brush handle”.

The first time he’d ordered me to fuck myself with the handle, I almost called the whole thing off. That was months ago, and the idea that somewhere deep inside me, I longed to be on the receiving end of an actual cock, made me squirm, but Charlie had trained me well, and a few moments later, I felt the cold plastic handle slip through my tight sphincter, and slide deep into my bowels.

“Moan” he said, “nice and loud like a filthy little whore”.

“Yes Master” I whimpered, and allowed the moans to flow freely as I fucked myself.

I’d been pleasantly surprised once the pain had dwindled on that first night. Whilst I was yet to find the elusive anal orgasm, I was certainly coming close, and the longer I went without cumming, the better it felt to fuck my own ass.

“Tell me how it feels, Cole” he said, as I continued to gasp and moan.

“It feels wonderful, Master” I said truthfully, “it feels so good”.

“No, slave, tell me how it feels to be owned by me”.

I didn’t even have to think of the answer. It was the only thing that had been running through my mind since it began. It was so incredibly wrong and perverted. So taboo and deranged, and so fucking hot.

“It’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Master” I replied honestly, and Charlie smirked.

Behind the oversized glasses, the young man was quite handsome. He was scrawny, and was in dire need of a haircut and some decent clothing, but I was well beyond caring how Charlie presented himself. We were at the opposite ends of the food chain. I was the hot, muscular, popular jock, and Charlie was a nobody-kid who’d been picked on his entire life. By the time he’d turned eighteen, I was one of the guys who had joined in on the bullying.

“I didn’t tell you to stop” he said, waking me from my thoughts, and I pumped my inexperienced hole with the brush handle once more.

This wasn’t how things were supposed to have happened. If anything, it should have been me in his position, humiliating and degrading him for my own sick pleasure. I was three times his size, and could have crushed him with my bare hands, and yet here we were, me; naked and submissive, and Charlie; barking orders at me like I was a piece of meat.

“On all fours, slave” he said, “lift that ass and give me a good look at your cunt”.

He was certainly a dark horse. In school, Charlie was a quiet, timid student who barely looked up from his books. He was a teacher’s pet, and had topped every class I’d ever shared with him, but once he opened his laptop, he became something else.

“Keep moaning, boy” he said, “nice and loud, let the neighbours hear you squeal like a slut”.

I obeyed every word. Sure, I could have ended our little relationship at any time, but Charlie had unlocked something in me, and it was something that I never wanted to lose.

Perhaps I’d always had it, somewhere deep inside, but submitting to the school nerd had awakened a beast in me, and I wasn’t one bit disappointed about it.

I ploughed my aching hole and moaned out as I did. Despite my overwhelming horniness, it was still proving impossible to cum from playing with my hole. I strongly considered stroking myself to orgasm and dealing with the consequences after, until Charlie spoke again.

“On your knees, slave” he said, “hands on your head and keep that brush inside you”.

I shuffled around and obeyed him as quickly as I could. My hole clamped down around the plastic handle, and my cock twitched violently as it begged for release.

“You’ve been naughty recently, slave” he said, as sweat dripped from my hairy armpits and trailed down my muscular torso. “I’ve had reports that you’ve been pushing your weight around”.

I scrambled to work out what he was referring to, but I didn’t need to. Charlie smirked and crossed his arms.

“You called David Rogers a faggot last week” he said, and I almost scoffed.

David was almost as nerdy as Charlie, and I was almost certain that the nineteen year old was in fact, a homosexual. I opened my mouth to reply, but Charlie cut me off.

“You and your buddies humiliated Oliver Ritenshaw after lunch on Monday” he continued, and I had to stop myself from grinning as I remembered sliding the guy through the hallway in front of everybody. Once again, he was somewhat deserving of it.

“I was just playing around, Master” I said, my arms beginning to ache as I remained in position.

Charlie smirked. I watched as his eyes narrowed slightly and his lip curled further. “Is that so, slave?” He asked, and there was something about his tone that made my heart speed up. “Well, unfortunately for you, slave” he continued, “I’ve decided that you’re going to be punished for it”.

My cock simply stiffened further. Unbeknownst to Charlie, spanking myself with the hairbrush and fucking my tight hole had become some of my favourite things to do. I almost wanted to be punished, and so I shrugged my broad shoulders and began to slide the handle from my rectum.

“Oh no” he sneered, and I cocked a brow. “It’s time that we take this up a notch, boy. You’re coming over tonight, and you can tell your parents that you’ll see them again on Monday”.

My jaw fell open. Was Charlie asking me to come to his house? The idea sent a wave of excitement through me, but it was quickly replaced by dread. Zoe would kill me if I missed another party.

“I can’t, Master” I groaned, because the truth was, I would have flaked out on one hundred parties for this. “My girlfriend, she’ll break up with me if I miss the party tonight”.

Charlie considered it for a moment before shrugging once more. “Your choice, slave” he said, “either you get your ass over here or you go to your little party, but before you make your decision, I want you to see something”.

Still naked, still kneeling with the brush in my hole, I watched as Charlie flipped the camera, and my eyes widened as I instantly dropped my hands to my hard cock in an attempt to shield myself.

“Dude!” I barked, as David Rogers and Oliver Ritenshaw sat on a sofa next to each other, both cackling with laughter. I felt my cheeks burn red as I tried to make sense of it.

“Either you come over here and make it up to us in person or you spend your night pretending to be a big, straight macho man with your girlfriend. Here’s the address, make up your mind by eight”.

The camera shut off and the address appeared in the text box a moment later. I remained in place, still gawping at the screen as my heart pounded in my chest. The three biggest nerds in the entire school had just watched me do the most humiliating tasks, and although my stomach was churning, I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused.

Now the only question was; Zoe or the nerds?