Chapter 1: Caged
Sam was shaking as he knocked on Jacob's door. He had been fretting about what would happen since Jacob left him nude in the bathroom. Baseball practice had been rough. He made mistakes he wouldn't normally make. He lingered in the showers as his teammates cleared out, wishing the hot water would wash away the shame of what he had done and what was going to happen. He knew Jacob was going to use him as a toy.
After trying to compose himself, he slowly knocked on Jacob's door. He had on a long sleeved t-shirt and jeans despite the warm weather. He wanted to cover as much of his body as possible despite Jacob seeing all of his front already.
His rival opened the door all the way slowly. He greeted Sam with a warm smile as if what had happened in the bathroom this morning didn't occur. “Come on in Sam.” Sam sauntered in, taking care to not rub up against Jacob's body. The theater guy wasn't doing him any favors, not giving him much room to slip into his apartment without making physical contact.
Sam had been there many times before. Jacob's family lived an hour away from the academy. As a gift for his senior year, his parents paid for this apartment so he wouldn't have to commute two hours everyday. They never had tutoring sessions at the library. Instead, it was here in this elegant apartment. It was private and secluded because Jacob's parents never came unannounced. Sam had never met them. While it was nice not to go without interruptions, he was now worried what Jacob would do to him without prying eyes.
“Let's get started.” Jacob commanded, beckoning Sam to the circular kitchen table. Sam was astonished that all they did was a regular study session although he was quiet and let Jacob dictate everything. After they were done, Jacob showed him the door and told him to be there at the same time tomorrow night.
On Friday, Sam got his grades, which was a fast turn around because he retook his precalculus exam on Thursday. His coach told him that his exams were good, but he had to put him on probation for the next two weeks because they didn't lift his grades up enough. He felt like he let his teammates down. They were irritated, but they didn't tell him directly.
At 8 pm, he knocked on Jacob's apartment. The guy didn't give him a break just because it was the weekend. Jacob opened the door slowly and let the jock into his apartment. “How were your scores?” He asked. He sounded genuinely interested in Sam's academics. The athlete didn't know if that was legitimately the case.
“Good, but I didn't score high enough to avoid probation.” Sam said shyly, fearing that Jacob was going to punish or scold him, and he would not be able to retort.
“Well, your grades were really low so that's not surprising. You've been slacking for a while.” Jacob snidely remarked. Sam blushed and bowed his head. He knew Jacob had some form of punishment in mind.
“Alright strip naked.” Jacob ordered. Sam blinked, thinking that he heard Jacob wrong.
“Wha...What?” Sam cried out.
“You heard me. Take off your clothes.” Jacob repeated, saying the last words slowly. Sam didn't bother complaining, knowing that it would make things worse. He stripped out of his clothes and folded them neatly on the table. Jacob went over to the living room part of the apartment and moved the coffee table so there was space by the couch. “Get on all fours over here.” He pointed where he wanted Sam to be. Sam got down on the hardwood floor and maintained that position as Jacob went back to the kitchen.
When Jacob returned he sat down on the couch and placed his legs over Sam. He was using him as a footrest! He was now the coffee table. The geek turned on the TV and watched a TV show as Sam laid there, utterly humiliated. His knees and elbows were killing him against the uncomfortable floor. Sometimes, Jacob would take out his phone. It wouldn't have surprised the baseball jock at all if he was taking pictures of him in this pathetic state. He just hoped that those compromising images would stay with Jacob.
After his TV show ended, he yawned and stretched. “Ok, I'm going to bed, you can sleep on the couch.” He told him. He got up and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth.
There was no way he was sleeping here. He got up, but his clothes weren't on the kitchen table. He knocked on the bathroom. “Where's my clothes?” Sam asked, trying to not sound angry. It came off as whiny. After a minute, Jacob opened the door.
“You don't get them back until I saw so bitch.” Jacob told him cruelly. “Go sleep on the couch or walk home naked.”
“Seriously Jacob.” Sam whined. Jacob narrowed his eyes.
“Get on your knees.” Jacob commanded, pointing downward. He was clearly annoyed. Sam's mouth froze, and he sunk down to his knees, knowing not to test Jacob. He slapped Sam in his face, not roughly, but enough to make a point. “Stay here!” He yelled at him. He walked off to his bedroom before coming back with something behind his back. “Close your eyes.” Sam complied. Then, something was getting shoved into his mouth. “Keep them closed.” Sam wanted to gag. If he had to guess, it one of Jacob's dirty socks. He wanted to throw up. “Open your eyes.” Sam slowly let the light back in. Jacob was cupping his chin. Here he was naked. His cheeks were stuffed. Jacob had his phone. He was taking pictures of him.
Before Sam could get up and take his phone, Jacob said. “This all gets uploaded automatically to the cloud. I gave a friend of mine the password to it if something unfortunate happens to me with the orders to post what's up there everywhere.” Sam's eyes widened. “Don't worry. They don't know that it's you, or what's going on. It's just to keep you in line.” Sam groaned around the sock. Jacob patted Sam's blonde hair. “I always have a contingency plan when it's you, babe.” Sam blushed in embarrassment.
“Crawl back to the couch.” He said firmly. Jacob recorded Sam debasing himself from behind as he made his way back to the living room, his big, firm ass on display. “Spit it out.” Jacob ordered, getting a view of Sam's face. The baseball jock pulled out the sock. He wanted nothing more than to throw up.
“When you enter this apartment, you will strip naked and leave your clothes at the door. You will also address me only as sir. Do you understand me Sam?” He glared at the naked soccer stud.
“Yes sir, I understand.” Sam's eyes teared up. Jacob went to his bedroom. Sam knees to stay on his hands and knees. Jacob came back with a blanket, which he threw on top of the nude jock on all fours.
“You can use this to sleep. Be thankful I don't have you sleep on the floor.” Jacob sneered before going to his bedroom. Sam watched as Jacob's tall, confident figure walked away from him.
“Thank you sir!” Sam cried out, hoping that Jacob would hear him. He knew he needed to suck up to him now. He got and the couch and quietly sobbed himself to sleep. Jacob had him by the balls, and he was going to relish controlling his longtime rival.
When Sam woke up, Jacob was already cooking breakfast, only wearing tight boxers. Sam was still nude, but he didn't use the blanket to cover himself, knowing that it would piss Jacob off. Sam's clothes were nowhere to be found, but his phone was on the table. “Go text your parents and say that you stayed over at a friend's house and forgot to text them.” He ordered.
Sam knew that he was going to be in for it, but the choices were suffer at the hand of Jacob or walk the mile home naked. He didn't want to text one of his friends because he didn't want to explain why he was naked, and he doubted any of his jock buddies would keep it quiet. He followed Jacob's orders and texted his parents.
Once they finished breakfast, Jacob forced him into the bathroom. He pulled out a bottle from under the sink and started lathering it all over Sam. The jock let Jacob run his hands all over him. Sometimes, he felt something try to escape his throat, but he kept his mouth shut tight. His tormentor then set a timer.
“What is this?” Sam asked, looking at the pinkish goo covering his body.
“It's lotion.” Jacob tersely replied. Sam knew it wasn't just lotion.
After five minutes, he told Sam to hop in the shower and rinse it off. He washed it off, and to his horror, his body hair started to fall off. “Fuck no. Jacob!” Sam yelled. Jacob slapped him.
“It's sir.” He stressed. “Relax bitch. You're on probation for two weeks. Nobody is going to see your hairless body.” Jacob smirked at him. He dried him off, not letting Sam do it himself. It was like Jacob saw him as a dirty dish that needed to be cleaned. Jacob inspected Sam's body, grabbing some shaving cream and a razor. He lathered it around Sam's cock and balls along with between his ass cheeks and his taint. He bent Sam over and removed the last traces of hair on the jock's body. Sam clenched his cheeks, praying that Jacob wouldn't cut anything down there accidentally. Sam felt humiliated and utterly terrified as Jacob removed the last bits of body hair from his body.
Jacob stood up and admired his handiwork. Sam was now smooth and hairless.
“This is out of line.” Sam told Jacob, holding back tears. The cocky guy standing above him grinned.
“I could shave your head too.” Jacob threatened. Sam gulped. “Besides.” He picked up his bare foot and rubbed Sam's hard cock. “Your cock seems to like being smooth.” Sam moaned at the contact, but he brushed Jacob's foot away with his hand.
“Fuck.” Sam grunted, looking at himself. There was no way he could go into the team showers looking like this. He couldn't go to school without wearing pants and long sleeve shirts. He'd be ridiculed. Jacob was not going to go easy on him.
Jacob left the room. Sam didn't get out of the tub. When he came back in, he told him. “Your clothes are on the coffee table. Come back at 8 o'clock tonight bitch.” He left the room and went back to his bedroom. Sam exhaled and left the tub, quickly putting on his clothes in the living room, and getting out of his new tormentor's abode.
Once he got alone in his room, he stripped off and looked at his body, cursing Jacob for what he had done to him. The guys would never let him hear the end of it. He was invited to parties this weekend, but he had to not go because Jacob was controlling what he could do now. He was Jacob's bitch.
Right on time, Sam knocked on the apartment, and Jacob let him in. Jacob closed the door, and Sam quickly removed all of his clothes before Jacob ordered him to. “On your knees.” Jacob told him. He then wandered off and left Sam there for a few minutes. His knees ached. Jacob came back holding what looked like a dog collar and a leash. Sam said nothing as Jacob fitted the collar on him and attached the leash, but the look of horror on his face said it all.
Jacob patted his head like he was a dog. “Don't worry, we're not going outside for a walk.” He led Sam, on his hands and knees, to the bedroom. The hardwood floor hurt Sam's knees. To Sam's horror, there was a dog cage. Jacob smiled evilly at him. “Get in bitch.” Sam knew better than to argue. Jacob shut the cage and locked it with an actual padlock, waving the key in front of Sam's eyes. “I'm going out with friends tonight. You'll be safe in here.” Then, he threw a blanket over the cage, blocking out the light. “This should be perfect.” Jacob muttered to himself although Sam heard it. “Later bitch!” Jacob cried out as he turned off the lights and left. Sam curled up into a ball and tried to fall asleep. Jacob was nice enough for to put a dog bed in the cage so he wasn't on cold metal.
A couple of hours went by, and Sam was woken up to the sound of voices. “He brought people home!” Sam thought in a panic. Was he going to be found naked in this cage? He thought about his clothes and shoes in the front of his apartment. Did Jacob bother to hide them? He gulped. If he was found like this, there was no way he could finish out the year. He'd be the laughingstock of the academy. He held back a sob, not wanting to be heard.
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