Prologue: The Mistake
Sam and Jacob always had a quiet rivalry since they met as freshman. While Sam was the cocky jock, excelling on the soccer field and slugging home runs, Jacob starred in plays and was the school's debate team captain. Sam excelled in brawn. Jacob excelled in brains. Sam had 20/20 vision. Jacob needed glasses. Sam was popular in jock circles. Jacob was a theater geek kid. Despite doing different activities, they always found a way to butt heads as their paths crossed.
As freshman, they were in the same classes. They were often partners for assignments, where Jacob was the one in the group who excelled, there to help the struggling Sam. Sam resented how academics came so easily to Jacob while he had to struggle. It didn't occur to him that Jacob was equally jealous of his athletic prowess. They tacitly disliked each other, a tension that would create more conflict as the years went on.
Once freshman year finished, Jacob got into accelerated courses, and they only shared a single elective. To Sam's chagrin, they were paired together at least one a semester for a project. He always complained about being partnered with Jacob, but his cries would fall on deaf ears. Sam was not a good partner, unloading a lot of passive-aggressive comments aimed at hurting Jacob, who would take it with a quiet smile.
In Junior year, the only class they shared was physical education. It was here that he took a mentoring role, which Sam relished. He went out of his way to correct Jacob's form and to give him pointers. Often, he would do it in a way that was humiliating. His buddies would join in the teasing. Jacob remained passive and took the abuse with gentle humor.
Senior year was when the tables turned. One of Jacob's electives was to be an assistant in Sam's Pre-Calculus course. He made sure to hover over and correct Sam's every move. He even became Sam's tutor to the soccer stud's fury. He didn't make the decision. His soccer and baseball coaches did. They wanted him to maintain good grades, which was one of the conditions for his collegiate scholarships. He went from averaging a “C” in math to an “A” thanks to Jacob's tutelage, but he never thanked him for the time and effort he spent assisting him.
In February, they both turned eighteen. That's where it all changed. Sam was exactly one week older than Jacob, a fact he lorded over him when he told him he was an adult now and didn't need his tutelage anymore. Jacob smirked and told him he'd come crawling back when his grades drop. Jacob had also been helping him in other subjects, which was the one thing keeping him from the thin line of probation. Sam told him to fuck off.
By April, it was clear that Jacob was correct in his assessment. Without Jacob's constant attention, Sam's grades dropped. While Jacob took great pains before to help Sam at every point in class, he now ignored him and spread out his attention to other students. He didn't realize that Jacob gave him special treatment, and after a few bad grades, he realized he needed the theater guy back. His baseball coach told him that he'd be forced to put him on probation if he didn't do well on the next couple of exams, which were all next week. He panicked when he was told that. But, he didn't want to go groveling to Jacob. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
A teammate of his, Alex, was having the same problem, but he told Sam that he had a plan, to cheat. He didn't like it, but he would do anything if it meant Jacob wouldn't win. Sam and Alex were able to trick their professor by having two of their baseball buddies stage a fight and having Sam lead him to the fabricated altercation. Alex found the answer key to the test and snapped pictures of it before the two of them came back. To keep up with the facade, they asked a few questions about the material that were answered, and they were kindly reminded that if they needed more help after hours, Jacob was a good resource.
Jacob was made aware that the two of us needed help, but he only reached out to Alex via email. Sam told him to do a study session to keep up appearances. He was not going back to Jacob. This was another stage to their rivalry, and there was no way was he going to end it with Jacob having the upper hand the rest of the year.
On the day of the exam, Sam felt nervous, but he thought he was being furtive by hiding the answers on his body well enough. They wore uniforms, long black pants, a white or black dress shirt with a red tie, and a suit jacket. Sam had grown in the muscle department since the start of the year so his outfit was starting to get tight. He rolled up his undershirt one time and had the answers on two slips of paper held by these rolls. He would have to the pull down the sleeves of his jacket to look at the answers.
The left arm had the multiple choice answers while the right arm had the problems where he had to show work. So, the right side was a check. In his nervousness, he finished the multiple choice questions, quicker than everyone else. Jacob was in the back of the room, occasionally walking back and forth along the aisles while they were testing. The teacher was at the front grading exams and work from other classes so he was not paying attention.
When he was doing rounds, he found it odd how fast Sam breezed through the first half of the exam so made sure to keep his eye on him.
Sam made a point not to look back at Jacob, knowing that it would arouse his suspicions, unaware that he already did. He was in the middle of the room so when Jacob walked to the front of the room on his rounds with his back turned to him, he would check one problem at a time during the second half of the exam. But he knew that he needed at least an ninety to raise his grade to a C so he slipped up because he was worried about how much time he had. On another one of Jacob's little rounds, he revealed his cheat sheet out the moment Jacob stepped ahead on him.
While he was checking his answer, he didn't notice that Jacob, turned around, figuring something was up and watched as Sam cheated on the exam. He got real close to his desk, his thighs almost touching it, waiting for Sam to notice. Sam felt eyes on him, and in his periphery, he looked up at Jacob, the corners of his mouth twisted slightly upward into a smirk, savoring the moment of Sam's destruction. Sam felt sick to his stomach. He was fucked.
Jacob turned around and continued his rounds. He watched in horror as Jacob got to the vicinity of the proctor's desk, thinking that he was done for, but to his shock and relief, Jacob kept going with his monitoring. What was Jacob going to do? He thought. Was he making him sweat it out? Was he going to tell? Would he use this to gloat over him for the rest of the year? He knew his fate laid in Jacob's hands, and that terrified him.
In a panic, he went back to the multiple choice section and started changing an answer here and there so if Jacob said something later, he would point out how he didn't get everything right. He switched enough to wrong answers so that he'd get a C on the multiple choice, which was plausible. He wanted to go to the trash can, tear up the slips with the answers and throw them out, but he was afraid of what Jacob would do. After changing his problems, he stalled at the second half, his mind concerned about Jacob rather than passing this test.
About five minutes later, Jacob walked over to him from behind and whispered into his ear, which almost made him flinch. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he broke out in a cold sweat. “Go up and say you have to go to the bathroom when I get to the back of the room.” The theater kid did another superficial round. In Sam's mind, he was strutting.
As he disappeared from his periphery, Sam stood up and let the proctor know he needed the toilet. He barely got the words out. He was so nervous he had to say it twice. He got permission and left the room. Jacob was right behind him, uncomfortably close.
Jacob grabbed his left wrist and took him to the bathroom on the next floor above, where there were less exams going on. It was usually a quieter part of this building. He dragged him into the bathroom, Sam taken aback by his strength.
“Take off the jacket.” Sam complied. He handed it to Jacob, who let it drop on the floor. The geek grabbed both of his cheat sheets and slipped them into his jacket. He knew even if he grabbed the sheets, it was his word against Jacob's. He doubted that Jacob ever lied to an authority figure. “Is that all Sam?” Jacob said, leering at him.
Sam looked at him in the eyes, he had the look of a predator. “Yes.” He squeaked. His usual cocky swagger deserting him in this pivotal moment. Jacob didn't even look at the sheets to see that all of the answers were there. He slipped them into one of the pockets in his jacket and folded his arms. He gave him a sneaky smile.
“I'm not so sure of that Sam. I got to be thorough. Take off your shirt too.” Jacob ordered.
He wanted to argue, but he knew the look in his eyes that Jacob would not negotiate with him. He took off his tie and shirt. Jacob pretended to look at his white shirt before letting it fall on the ground. His face blushed as he was shirtless, his lean muscles on display. Jacob had seen him in his boxers before in the locker room, but this was different. The bathroom felt too small.
“Shoes and socks.” Jacob commanded him. He untied his dress shoes and kicked them to Jacob. Then, he sat on the bathroom floor and peeled of his long black socks. He threw them at the feet of his rival that had him under his thumb. “Pants.” He said coldly. Sam unbuckled his belt and took it off. After shucking the black leather item, he unbuttoned his black pants before letting them fall to the floor and stepping out of them. Jacob didn't even make an attempt to inspect them.
He reached over and patted Sam's tight fitting, black boxers. “These too.”
“Jacob please.” Sam pleaded.
“Get naked now if you know what's good for you.” He barked. Sam flinched in fear and slowly peeled them off until they were on the ground. Jacob had his hand out so Sam handed them to him. Sam had used his other hands to cover his cock and balls.
“Get over to the wall by the urinals blondey.” Jacob said, eyes icy and glaring at him. He gulped and stood by the wall. “Hands behind your head.” He snarled. Sam's hands went straight up to the back of his head, touching his straight blonde hair that he had been growing out since the start of the year. He was fully nude in front of Jacob, his cock and balls visible to the guy for the first time.
His heart was pounding in his chest. Jacob walked up close to him and looked at his body, lingering over certain areas. He could see Sam's muscular quads, lean abdominal muscles, big biceps, and flaccid uncut cock. He did everything he could to not make eye contact with the man blackmailing him.
“Look at me.” He ordered. Sam's bright blue eyes met Jacob's icy blues. Sam's face was frozen in fear. He looked like he was about to whimper. Jacob grabbed Sam's neck with his dominant hand, not to choke him but a touch firm enough so Sam knew who was in charge. He let go as quickly as he grabbed it. “Get on your knees.” He kept his hands behind his head as he slowly knelt down. He looked up at Jacob, his eyes wide with fear. Jacob grinned at him as he reached down and stroked his face. It was like he waited for this moment for years.
“Beg.” The order was short and swift. Tears started to form in the corners of Sam's eyes.
“Please Jacob please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry I insulted you when I stopped our sessions. I'm sorry for all the comments and my actions over the years. I was a jerk. I'm sorry I didn't thank you for helping me this year. I'm sorry I didn't come to you for help when I needed it. I should have. I didn't know how to. Please forgive me Jacob. Don't rat me out. Please.” Sam rambled, tears spilling onto his face as he begged Jacob to not ruin him.
Jacob's hand never left Sam's face as the blonde groveled below him. His thumb stroking softly, sometimes touching the corner of Sam's lips. The soccer jock was now a mess, sobbing in a bathroom naked, as his biggest adversary held all the cards, silently savoring the moment over him.
“Sam, look up at me.” He said sternly. The blonde raised his head, eyes puffy and red, tears streaming down his cheeks. Even with his goofy glasses, Jacob had this air of authority that Sam didn't notice before. But looking up at him, he felt it. A blast of cold air from a vent hit Sam's naked body, causing him to shiver.
“What are you going to do for me so I don't rat your pathetic cheating ass out?” He stated, eyes that seemed to be drilling into his mind.
Sam choked and sobbed. “Anything.” He squealed. “Anything you want.” He felt like a livestock knowing it was about to get slaughtered to be served for dinner.
Jacob smiled softly, his cold exterior cracking. Sam looked at his tanned face and wavy black hair. The face that he had spent countless days and nights looking at. Now, he saw it in an entirely different way.
“Anything I want?” Jacob repeated, wanting clarification from Sam.
“Yes Jacob. Anything you want. Please don't ruin my life. I'll lose everything.” He'd be expelled, he'd lose his soccer scholarship, and his parents would kill him. All the money they spent to send him to this prestigious, expensive school would be flushed down the drain. They may even kick him out of the house. He was an adult now. They could do it. All those terrible possibilities flashed through his mind. Jacob could see the worry and panic written on Sam's face.
“Here's how it's going to go so listen closely Sam.” The blonde's teary eyes blinked and focused on Jacob. He knew he had his attention. “My apartment, 8 o'clock tonight. If you have plans cancel them. Go clean yourself up. I'm going to go back and tell the proctor that you got sick, and you're going to retake that exam. We're going to pick up the tutoring sessions that you thought you didn't need, but you obviously do, and you're going to pull your weight from now on. No more free rides. Whatever I want, you're going to do it. Do you understand?”
Sam nodded and cried. “Yes Jacob, thank you!” He wanted to hug the guy's legs. Jacob patted the top of his head and ruffled his hair.
“Be ready.” He said sternly. Without another word, he turned and walked out of the bathroom. Arms sore, Sam unlocked his hands and put them on the cold bathroom floor. He tried to control his breathing.
He was at the mercy of Jacob's whim. The guy who hated him. He was so screwed.
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To Be Continued
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