Alpha nerd and beta jock

JAKE

It was a very bright evening and I woke up, suddenly a sharp pain shot up my spine and whole body, yeah I remembered the classic college bullies had me cornered and they punched the shit out of me and this was not the first time but this time I'd literally fainted and they just ran away in fear.

I went to my safe heaven: a chica tree with a hollow trunk that could fit ten guys inside where I kept makeup and first aid. Why? Because makeup hides every bruise and mark after I do first aid. I came from a normal middle-class family and my family had no power or connections, so even if we complained the rich bastards would buy up higher authorities and then it will get worse.

So that's why I didn't wanna involve my parents, and as I was a nerd I had no friends or any allies to rely on.

I then cleaned my bruises and cuts, applied medicine and the cover patch and then blended in the makeup to perfection, I'd learned from youtube makeup tutorials and it taught me to blend different styles and tricks for different kinds of wounds.

Though I had to do the color after many trials and errors, I learned to make it perfect and then I started reading some books from my course and started making notes. It helped to distract myself from pain.

After the makeup settled and everything, I practiced walking and stuff, tried to make straight faces and gestures so my parents did not suspect me or anybody else for that matter.

I went home and was surprised to find some shoes outside my house. OH GOD NO RELATIVES PLEASE NOT NOW, NOT EVER. But still braving my misfortune I went inside and saw a guy and his family sitting with my parents. NOT MY RELATIVES, THE RELIEF IS IMMENSE.

I was polite and greeted the elders and said hi to the guy. He was a bulky muscle guy: a jock, the kind I hated but couldn't hate upfront for security reasons. And mom threw a curveball

"Jake, this is Jason. He's in your college from your minor degree and he wants you to tutor him with maths and biology," my mother said; as soon as I heard it my legs trembled with fear and anticipation of worst-case scenarios. But I just smiled and nodded, my mouth dry and my body frozen like a statue.

I still kept the show of being good on display for the others but inside a war of fear, anger, and anxiety was killing me. Yet I kept acting like it was good, when I ate even the food was stubborn and didn't want to go below my throat. The guy's mother was my mother's childhood friend and she met my mother at the supermarket; she had come to visit Jason who lived in a condo two streets from here: another nightmare. GOD TODAY WAS A DAY FOR NIGHTMARES.

"Jake, take Jason to your room where you both will study and also show him around will ya?" mom said, looking at me with a smile. I knew what she wanted was to set me up with a friend like it was her god-given life mission for fucks sake.

So yes, I took Jason around just telling him about which room was which and then I took him to mine.

The room was spacey and had bookshelves all plastered to the walls filled with classics and newly released novels and under my bed were boxes of books. My study table had stationary and various other note-taking exclusive materials. He was silent all along and then he spoke "Your room is good, and very clean. I like it."

"Thanks," I said and then took to my notes again where I had left off, not wanting to talk or move much more as my body ached with burning pain.

"You shouldn't ignore a guest, you know," he said, coming up behind my chair and up my notes and was like "HOLY FUCK dude, tell me this is printed and you use a note-taking app."

"Nope I use my hands for this, " I said, smiling at his exclamation, my notes were super clean and aesthetic. I have a lot of time to waste so I made my notes very to the point and clear and very decorative.

JASON

Holy fuck, the guy was short and very cute and god those notes and with that writing and clarity of what he wrote it was not surprising he was doing a double degree and was a topper of both. Yet it seemed he was hiding something, and like something was off with him, even the elders thought so. He looked all okay though and yes his face was bubbly and cute.

He went to the washroom and I didn't know what, but I was curious about what was taking him so long so I went to check and barged in to see what he was hiding.

When I went in I saw he was taking out a bandage which exposed a black bruise on his leg and when was about to ask him about it, I slipped to his groin where sat a six-inch flaccid dick; it had veins and was kind fat too.

" WHAT THE FUCK?" he suddenly shouted and scrambled to his feet

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I came out of a dick trance and he was furious. But still, the dick hanging in between us made it more difficult to focus. And I had a sudden urge and I just went and touched it; the guy was surprised as fuck and then as I jerked.

He was like a man in heaven; he took my head and gripped my hair and put me down with a force I didn't think the guy had. I was kneeling in front of him and he entered my mouth and started to fuck, god, fuck my mouth. I was liking it and moving with rhythm and then after fucking my face for fifteen minutes he was ready to cum and he hit me across the face with ropes of white semen.

With the smell of manliness and power embedded in the cum, I was mesmerized by the face-fuck and the nerd that had fucked my mouth. Especially the cock, that fucking huge 12-inch monster with veins that hit my throat and came buckets on my face.

Suddenly, the nerd grabbed my hair and pinned my body against the wall, my hands locked behind me and my neck gripped tight in his hand. He turned my neck to eye level with me. "So let's get this straight in the beginning," he hissed with anger and dominance in his voice "I am the man here and you're the bitch so I take the lead bitch; I am the alpha, the one who fucks and the ones calls the shots here, got it?" He spit on my face when he said that.

That kinda made me horny and I was lost in heat when he spanked my ass hard "FUCK." I screamed.

And he said, "Answer me when I ask you something, you bitch," and again slapped my ass. I again squirmed and shook at the effect of pain and pleasure of it.

I blurted out, "Yes sir, you're the man and I am the bitch you're the man........."

He continued the assault and I kept saying, "You're the man Jack oh fuck I am the bitch," while he kept slapping and spanking my ass.

I came after a very hard slap guess I was in too much heat, then he took my clothes and tore them apart with his raw power and then scooped up my cum and inserted his fingers in my mouth.

"How do you like it bitch, swallowing your own cum?" he asked with an animalistic voice.

"I love it sir." I didn't know from where the 'sir' had come from in this conversation. Guess I was his bitch after all; it was humiliating but then the pleasure was immense.

He took his cum from my face and also fed me his cum.

"Bitch, felt any difference between mine and yours?" he asked, fucking my face with his fingers and making me eat his cum.

"Yes sir, yours is manly and strong," I whimpered.

He was satisfied and said, "Here is your gift, bitch." He inserted all four fingers at once and I Screamed with pain and then pleasure as he started hitting my prostate. I came within a few minutes if that was even possible. I had already come from spanking. This was the second time and yet I still came buckets.

"FILTHY AREN'T YOU, YOU BITCH?" he roared.

" Yes sir, I am a filthy bitch and you're an alpha man. Use me, sir, use me......." I said in the heat that was getting stronger when he groped my pecs and dick.

He suddenly retreated and I felt the heat and warmth leave me. I wanted his touch, his dominance.

He left the washroom, took his pants, and then went to his room. He opened the door and talked to his mom a bit and then closed the door. He came back into the washroom and was looking at me. I hadn't moved an inch, anxious of angering my man.......wait WHAT, MY MAN???????

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