Old 03-21-2015, 06:09 PM   #1
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Charlie was sixteen. He was slender, blue-eyed and blonde haired. His cheekbones were high and he was shy; which to his peers have the impression of intelligence. He was clever too, but did not really have much of a chance to show it. New to Habersmith College, having only been there for a few months, he had no real friends and was finding high school difficult. On this particular morning, he was taking his books from his locker when he stepped back.

'What the fuck?' Charlie walked into someone. His and their books went flying through the air, all over the busy corridor. Charlie looked up to see Zak. Zak was seventeen. Tall, handsome and athletic, Zak captained the football team and the wrestling squad. He got all the hottest cheerleaders, had the most legendary parties, somehow maintained good grades and was friends with everyone who seemed, in college, to matter. Without doubt, Zak was the coolest guy in school.

Now Zak's stuff was all over the floor. Such was his status, that two guys who walked with him grabbed the stuff for him, as he bent down and picked up a textbook, the front cover bent from its fall. He stood up straight and looked down on Charlie.
'You fucking idiot.'
'I'm sorry,' Charlie said, quietly and quickly, again and again.
Zak held his arm out as his friends; his minions; gave him his things.
'What's your fucking name?'
'Ch.. Charlie.'
'Well, watch where you're fucking going, you fucking moron.'

With that, Charlie was dismissed. He moved to the floor and began to collect his stuff. His face was red, and he was glad no one seemed to be looking. The corridor had been silent as the alpha male had berated him. Of course Zak had not been looking where he was going either, but that didn't matter. Two months before that, Zak had been part of a school wide scandal. Somebody, although no-one knew who, had found a sex tape of Zak and the former lead cheerleader, who had just gone onto university. The video, which everyone in the entire school had seen, was twenty five minutes of HD footage; Zak fucking this girl, two years his senior, called Stacey. Both of them were completely naked throughout, and Zak pushed Stacey onto his bed and fucked her deep and fast. It was incredible how quickly he could thrust and not finish early. He moved the cheerleader around him with ease, his great muscle mass meaning he at times lifted the girl up entirely off the bed, of flipped her around to a standing-69. The video's constant was Stacey's satisfied moans, and her constant refrain of 'You're so big'. Indeed Zak was, and in the final minute of the video; after they had done everything from oral to anal, Zak moved Stacey off the bed so she knelt in front of the camera. Then, pumping his large, shaved cock, he sprayed Stacey's face and tits with his jizz. The load was six thick powerful shots, and would stand up to compete with that of most porn stars. In fact, the video was up on Pornhub, because no one could reasonably guess that the chiselled adonis in the video had only been sixteen when it had been filmed, the previous year. So cool was Zak, that the emergence of this video did nothing to damage his image; simply to enhance his reputation.

Charlie had seen it soon after it became talk of the school. Even social pariahs hear things if they're said enough times and at enough volume. He had masturbated over it - Stacey was an incredibly attractive blonde, and Charlie was not gay - and noticed Zak's hotness. Knocking his books all over the floor had not been the way Charlie had wanted to introduce himself to the chief of the tribe.

For the rest of the morning, Charlie thought about Zak, going as far as to nip to a toilet during morning break and have a quick tug over the video, which was saved on his phone. At lunch he sat alone at a table passively shoving the slop into his mouth. Sighing, he stood up and walked, head down in depression, towards the library. Then...

'Fuck.' Charlie left his torpor as someone walked into his side. Zak was stood, same guard dogs either side, his tray against his chest and the contents down his chest and all over his expensive looking clothes. Zak's teeth grimaced as he looked down at himself, and even more so when he saw who had caused it.
'You!'
'Sorry. Sorry. Sorry.' Charlie's quavering voice was higher than normal.
'You cunt.' Zak paused for a moment. 'Meet me in the alley after school.'

The alley was legendary; a part of the site which was completely cut from the institution; down which teachers never went and which CCTV could not film. It's where scores were settled. It's where couples fucked. It's where drugs were dealt. Charlie knew his fate, and apologising constantly as Zak stared him down, he left the cafeteria.

At three forty five, Charlie finished his last class. Whispers had followed him for the afternoon. He had knocked Zak's food tray into him. He was one of many who made their way to the alley. Zak was already there, leaning against a wall, smoking a cigarette. He had changed clothes, presumably from his gym bag, as he wore tracksuit bottoms and a tight t-shirt which showed off his rippling physique. Charlie made his way through the crowd, which went silent. An clearing in the middle was the meeting point. More than fifty student crowded around. No phones filmed; the unwritten rule was no evidence was to be recorded down the alley. It was lawless.

Zak cracked his knuckles and stared down Charlie. Charlie moved forward, unsure what would happen. Zak moved in an instant, running and kneeing Charlie in the chest. Charlie staggered back into the brick wall. He wasn't sure whether or not to defend himself. He had a brown belt in karate and a black in jiu-jitsu. He raised his hands. Zak laughed as he walked in again. Zak fired two punches out, but Charlie ducked the first and blocked the second. Zak's smile turned into a snarl as cheers moved around. Charlie parried a kick and punched Zak square in the jaw. The crowd was silent for a split second. Zak dropped all pretence, and ran into Charlie, tackling him to the ground. There was not defence from here that he had learnt in the dojo. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Six times Zak punched Charlie in the face. The crowd gasped and cheered, as Zak dismounted Charlie and walked back to the wall, picking up his still lit cigarette. The crowd began to disperse, as Charlie spat some blood from his mouth onto the hard concrete.

A group of five or so of Zak's friends waited around for Zak. He paused, glancing at Charlie laid on the ground.
Zak looked from Charlie to his friends.
'I'll catch you up,' he said. His friends looked between themselves, concerned. Surely he was not going to hurt the poor skinny kid anymore. But they wouldn't disobey implicit orders. They left the scene.

Zak leant against the wall and finished his cigarette as Charlie struggled and got to his feet. Charlie looked at Zak wearily, who pulled out an iPhone and began to play on it. Charlie began to leave, and Zak silently brought up his hand to stop him.
'What?' Charlie asked, more agressively than he had intended.
Zak looked up, looking easily cool. 'Take your shirt off.'
'What?'
'Take your shirt off.'
Charlie hesitated. What was he supposed to do? Was this a mindgame. If he did it would Zak claim he was coming onto him?
'Take your shirt off.' Zak repeated himself for the third time.
Charlie tentatively took his shirt off. He was lightly naturally tanned due to his Cypriot grandmother, but skinny. His abs were simply a result of his low fat content. Zak looked at his phone and pressed it.
'Now take your jeans off. Shoes and socks too.'
'What?'
'You heard.' Zak said, not looking up.
'No...' Charlie said. He didn't like what was happening, or know what was happening.
Zak looked up, subtly tensing a fist. 'Take your fucking jeans off.'
His voice wasn't raised, but scared Charlie. He pulled off one shoe, then the other, then both socks, and finally struggled out of his skinny jeans. He stood there in purple boxer briefs, showing off his nice rounded ass and decent bulge. Zak pushed his phone again. Charlie realised he was taking photos.
'Now take off your underwear.' Zak's voice was again quiet, but deadly.
'No.' Charlie's voice quavered, but was resolute.
'Take off your fucking underwear.' This time a lot louder.
'No!'

Zak stowed his phone in his pocket and moved forward with the grace of a ballet dancer. With one arm he pinned Charlie's neck against the wall. With the other he reached down and grabbed the waistband of Charlie's boxers. One quick move; Zak pulled with such force they immediately tore around the crotch, the legs and then the back and they came off. Charlie yelled in pain as Zak stepped back, threw his tattered underwear back over the wall, and began to snap shots of Charlie. First he was wincing. Then noticing the camera. Then cupping. With one hand he grabbed for his shirt and brought it in front of his cock. The camera had got everything. Zak leant back against the wall again, lit another cigarette, and glanced at his phone, looking though the pictures.

'If you don't want these pictures plastered around school on Monday, you'll come to my house tonight. 55 Greenborough Terrace.' With that he walked away from the alley way, leaving Charlie to pull on his skinny jeans without underwear, his shoes, his socks and his shirt.
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Charlie walked up to 55 Greenborough Terrace at about seven o'clock. He had told his mother he was going to a friend's house. She was impressed, thinking him a loner. He was pretty scared. Naked pictures all over school might make him more well known, but probably not in a good way. He doubted grainy phone pictures were nearly as complimentary to his skinny physique as a HD camera was to Zak's. It was raining; a light drizzle but one which soaked to the skin. He was wet down to his underwear, and his hoodie was heavy about his torso. Charlie rung the doorbell of 55 Greenborough Terrace, a huge house in a street consisting of them. He rang three or four times, and began to think that perhaps Zak was messing with him. The pictures might be posted around school anyway. Charlie sighed deeply, and turned around.

Zak ran up the path. He was just wearing cycling shorts and shoes, and his lean muscular body glistened with sweat and rain as he jogged up the front steps. His defined abs tensed and un-tensed as he panted and looked at Charlie.
'Hey. Was just going for a run. Sorry.' He smiled and moved past Charlie. 'There's no one in except me. My mum's away for the next couple of weeks.' He reached into the front of his short shorts and pulled out a house key, pushing it in the lock and entering the house. It was as impressive from the inside as it was from the outside. A huge hallway greeted them with a spiral staircase ascending to the second floor. A silent gesture with one hand signalled Charlie to follow, and they went up the staircase, down another corridor and through into a large room. A four-poster king-size bed was in the centre, with a door into an en-suite on one end of the room and an area in the corner with armchairs, a TV and a game console. Charlie recognised it from Zak's sex tape. It was the sort of room Charlie, who lived in a two bedroom terraced house with his parents, and shared a room with his brother, had dreamt of living in for much of his childhood. Zak turned on the light, a dimmer switch, to a subdued light level and went over to sit in his chair, his back to the rest of the room. Charlie followed and sat in one opposite him, completely out of his depth. There was a minute or so of silence, broken only by Zak's heavy breathing.

'What you did today wasn't cool,' Zak said.
'I know. I said I was sorry.'
'Sorry doesn't cut it sometimes. You'll need to find a way to make it up to me. Otherwise these will be all up over school.' He pressed a button on the remote controller next to him, and onto the fifty inch plasma screen came an image of Charlie. It was him topless in the alleyway from earlier. Zak pressed another button. Charlie was in his tight underwear. The next photo Charlie was blurred slightly, turned to the side to show his ass. The next Charlie was naked, not yet covering his cock. The final picture was zoomed in on Charlie's cock; by no means looking its best. It was unshaved, small in the heat of the moment - his blood having been directed elsewhere in his fight with Zak - and deeply unimpressive.

Zak subtly but very deliberately put his hands down the front of his tight shorts, and retracted his hand again. Charlie, with a quick glance, saw Zak was clearly not wearing any underwear, and seemed to have a semi. Zak's thick cock was clearly outlined under the thin material.
'What do I have to do?' Charlie asked, quavering.
'Convince me.'
'I have some money...'
'Does it look like I need your money?' Zak laughed, arrogantly.
'Well what can I do?'
'You have a few minutes. I need a shower. Think about it.' Zak walked over to the door of his ensuite, kicked off his shoes, peeled of his socks and finally brought down his shorts, revealing his perfect round tight ass. He walked confidently into his shower, leaving the door fully open. He was a king in his own palace.

Charlie thought desperately, repeatedly looking back to see his own cock on the fifty inch screen. The implication, it seemed to him, was that Zak wanted something, sexual. It couldn't be that. Zak was straight. The video proved that. He couldn't bribe Zak. Maybe Zak just wanted to feel power. Charlie had dealt with something like this once before. His brother, a year his junior, had found him watching porn, and caught it on video. His brother, Oscar, had threatened to tell their parents - get the internet locked out for Charlie. Charlie could perhaps do the same thing with Zak. Charlie realised it was all about being careful, and making Zak feel Charlie was not intimidated. This was how Charlie had made many a friend in his old school and younger days. Charlie sat down and waited for Zak to exit.

Zak came out of the shower room utterly naked. He was dry, but seemed to have rubbed something over himself so he glistened, like a moisturiser. It worked, his skin was smooth and soft, from his smooth face to his thick legs. His brown hair, shaved almost entirely at the side, was spiked on top. He sported a large thick erection, and showed no embarrassment, walking over to his wardrobe and pulling out a white robe, which he put on, and barely descended past his buttocks. His erection remained as prominent as ever, as he walked over to the chair, leant lazily against the back and looked down at Charlie.

'What are you going to do?' Zak smiled. He was beautiful, no doubt.
'How about a game of truth or dare?' Charlie looked straight back into Zak's eyes.
'Truth or dare? Truth or dare? What the hell sort of child's game is that?'
'If you're scared...' Charlie knew an alpha male would not be able to resist a challenge like that.
'I'm not. But how do I get repayment?'
Charlie paused. 'I'll let you have the first three goes, then we'll go alternately.'
'Fine. I...'
'Not so fast,' Charlie said, finding it impossible not to repeatedly look at Zak's bulge. 'We need rules. Forfeits. If you don't answer a truth honestly...'
'What?' Zak asked, sitting down so his balls were on clear show to Charlie. He was clearly intrigued by this idea, and impatient.
'The liar has to blow the other one.'
'Fag!' Zak blurted out, his face showing disgust.
'Just an incentive,' Charlie said, 'not to lie.'
'Okay fine, let's go.'
'No. There needs to be a forfeit for if someone refuses a dare.' Charlie knew all the intricacies of the game from his time in Scouts. Back then he had been called the 'Dare King', having never refused to do a dare. It was difficult working out of what Zak would be ashamed. Charlie thought of what he knew of Zak. Big house. Lots of friends. Distant mum. 'If you refuse a dare, the coward needs to lie naked in the hallway next time his parents arrive home. Zak looked taken aback, then smiled and looked resolute.
'Very good. What's your name again, kid?'
Charlie refused to be upset by his rudeness. 'Charlie. And yours?'
Zak smiled. He knew that everyone in the school knew who his name. 'Zak.'

There was another moment of silence.
Zak broke it. 'Truth or dare?'
'Truth.' Charlie knew these games were based around escalation. Start small. If you start big who knows where you'll end up.
'Where did you learn those moves you did today? No one's ever fought back against me before.'
'Karate. And Jiu-jitsu. Been training since I was eight.'
'Very good,' Zak said. 'Truth or dare?' He enunciated the word dare heavily.
Charlie wouldn't take the bait. 'Truth.'
'Are you a virgin?'
'Yes,' Charlie said. He felt smug for a moment. He had manipulated this meeting into a far different direction that it may have gone.
'Truth or dare?' Zak barely said truth that time.
Charlie gave in. 'Dare me.'
Zak paused. 'There's a another bathrobe like this in the wardrobe. Get it on. Sans anything else.'

Charlie stood up. He felt this was pretty moderate, especially when his cock was still illuminating the room like the Vegas Strip. He walked over to the wardrobe, pulled out the other robe - this one deep blue, and began to walk towards the bathroom to change.
'Not in there,' Zak said. He didn't turn around, as his armchair had its back to the rest of the room. He simply wanted Charlie to feel uncomfortable. Charlie pulled off his wet hoodie and top in one, kicked off his shoes and socks, wriggled from his skinny jeans and removed the new pair of underwear, red trunks, before slipping into the blue robe. The robe was sized for Zak, who had about four inches height advantage on Charlie, and probably almost double his weight. Generously, the robe went to just above Charlie knees, as he returned to his seat to make his first challenge of the game.

'Truth or dare?' Charlie asked Zak, still erect and still with his balls very much on show.
'Truth.'
'How many girls have you fucked?'
Zak looked to his fingers almost cartoonishly, and counted on them for about half a minute. 'About thirty.'
Charlie was taken aback. Even for the coolest guy in school, that was a lot for a seventeen year old. And it was a guarantee that almost all of them were smoking hot cheerleaders.

'Truth or dare?'
'Truth.' Charlie answered.
'Have you seen my video, and if so, what did you think?'
Charlie wanted to continue the bluff he had started by pretending not to know his name. But his philosophy from the age of ten had been to respect the sanctity of the game. 'Yes. And it was good. That girl was really hot.' Charlie paused as Zak smiled. 'And you had a good cumshot at the end...'

Zak grinned, and his cock was at its fullest extent, so it lifted up enough of the heavy white cloth to expose the smooth moisturised shaft to Charlie.
'Truth or dare?' Charlie asked, feeling a semi begin to tease his robe in a similar way.
'Dare me.' Zak said. Charlie thought. It was time for the first escalation.
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Charlie glanced down again at Zak's partially exposed shaft.
'You've been hard this entire time. I dare you to measure it.'
'Eight inches.' Zak said, without pausing.
'I said measure it.'
Zak tutted and stood up, then quickly walked into his bathroom and returned with a tape measure. It was telling that it had been in his bathroom. He let the front of his robe fall open and out popped his cock. Zak unfurled the tape measure, as Charlie walked over, and Zak placed the end of the measure against his pelvic bone, stretching the rest of it up his thick cock to the end.
Charlie looked at the tape. 'Seven and a half... You're lucky that wasn't a truth or you'd be sucking my cock right now.' A glance into Zak's face made Charlie realise he was overstepping his role. This was Zak's house, and Zak was in charge. Don't mock the Don.

Zak pushed the tape measure roughly into Charlie's chest. 'Now you.'
'I didn't say dare,' said Charlie, defensively.
'Truth or d... you know something. Fuck it. Let's just do dares from now on, yeah?'
Charlie paused. It was true that truths were boring after a while. 'Fine,' Charlie said.
'Then how big are you?' Zak said, looking at the slight undulation in the front of Charlie's robe.
'Two things,' Charlie said. 'First, that's a truth, which we're no longer doing. Second, I've never measured.'
Zak looked at him in disbelief, before saying 'Fucking hell. You are a virgin... Measure it then.'
'I can't,' Charlie said, unsure whether he should be embarrassed or righteous. 'I'm... you know... not hard.'
'Then get hard.'
'Okay... is there... can you put on some porn?' Charlie asked, tentatively.
Zak wandered across the room to a laptop on a desk, his dick flitting in and out of the open robe. 'What's your type?'
'Anything,' Charlie said. 'Just some normal sex.'

After what seemed like an age the zoomed in image of Charlie's penis left the large screen. Pornhub.com, across the fifty inch plasma, came on, and Zak clicked on a video on the homepage - some large breasted woman being violently 'pounded' by a middle aged bloke with an ugly arse - which came on. Charlie sat down and, sneaking one hand through the robe but not actually bringing his cock into the open air, began to touch himself. It only took a couple of minutes, lost in his fantasy world, before he became fully hard. Charlie got up and walked over to Zak. Gaining the respect from people like Zak was all about confidence. Charlie opened the front of his gown and pulled out his cock. It was far more impressive than that which had been on the screen. Meaty and with a thick blond pubic bush, Charlie placed the tape against it and measured.
'Seven and a half.'
He looked up at Zak. Zak was staring at Charlie's cock. His thoughts were imperceptible - his face a mask. More curiously, Charlie noted, his cock seemed to have gone soft. It had been hard for the previous twenty minutes of playing the game. Charlie looked back up at Zak's face. Zak was no longer looking at Charlie's cock, instead staring at a fixed point on the wall opposite. A glance down, and Charlie noted Zak's cock was rising considerably once again, to at least a semi.

'That's a good size.' Zak said, breaking through the tension. 'Especially for a guy your height. I think mine's thicker, but yours is still good... big, you know.'
'Thanks Zak,' Charlie said, and walked back to the chairs, tying his robe back closed. He wouldn't let the backhanded compliment get to him. Zak joined him.
'Now Zak,' Charlie said, 'It's your dare. Athletic guy like you, can probably suck your own dick, right?'
Zak stood up, and flicked off his robe in a single move. His cock was about three quarters hard. He jumped over the back of the chair, hit his keyboard so as to turn off the porn, and fell back first onto his carpet with silent grace. His knees went smoothly over his shoulders, his perfect unblemished ass in the air, and, as Charlie repositioned himself, Zak brought the tip and then middle and then the majority of the shaft into his own mouth. It was not his flexibility that prevented him going further, but the depth of his mouth. His smooth balls rested on his upper lip, and he gently sucked his cock for a moment. Charlie watched in awe. He had always seen auto-fellatio of that standard as a myth. Zak retracted, slowly unfurling and getting to his feet without even placing his hands on the floor. He walked back over to Charlie and, not even putting his robe back on, got in the chair.

'A dare for Charlie... A dare for Charlie... Do you drink, Charlie?' Zak pondered.
'Drink... Alcohol?'
'Of course alcohol...'
'Not really.'
'Then your dare is to do an entire shot of absinthe.'
Absinthe was one of the stronger legal alcohols, Charlie knew. He had very little experience with alcohol, excepting a few cans of cider his dad had allowed him. It also seemed to be dialling the game back somewhat.
'That's not... you know... sexual...' Charlie spoke slowly, watching Zak's face carefully.
'Fine Charlie,' Zak said, 'If you want to be a pervert, you can do the shot out my ass crack...'
Charlie paused, tilting his head in indecision. It was a dare. 'Fine,' he said.

Zak got to his feet and walked over to what had seemed an inconspicuous cupboard, but when he opened it was revealed as a mini-bar. He pulled out a large expensive looking bottle, on it an impressive sticker marking it as 80%. Also out came a very large shot glass, and Zak filled it to the very rim, before turning to face away from Charlie, still seated, and placing the shot impressively between his muscular cheeks. Charlie got up, removing his robe, so as to get lower on his knees, or simply because the mood and Zak's example suggested it. Charlie went down behind Zak, and brought his lips to the rim. He couldn't help but inhale, and much like he suspected, Zak's bum smelled of coconut. He had clearly rubbed something into it and his entire body. He smelled nice. Charlie tried to bring the shot down and the liquid entered his mouth. For someone who had only drank 5% cider before, absinthe was impossible. He swallowed a minority, but the rest he sprayed all over Zak's muscular cheeks. Zak moved forward in shock, and turned to see Charlie retching on the ground.

'Not good enough Charles. You need to do a whole shot.' Zak picked the shot glass up from the floor and quickly refilled and returned it to its place on his body. Charlie was struggling not to throw up, but returned to his knees and tried again for the full shot of absinthe. Charlie certainly managed a great deal more, but at least half the shot ended on Zak's nude person. Zak tutted, and went for it again. On the fourth shot, Charlie finally managed to swallow the entire shot. Yet Charlie was certainly feeling the effect now, and briefly struggled his way to his feet. Whilst he had swallowed about two shots, Zak's lower half, including his front as he had turned on the third shot when he believed Charlie to have drunk the entire thing, only to be greeted with a mouthful of spray, was covered in the rest. The haze of strong alcohol was thick in the air. Charlie, entirely naked, stumbled lightly into the wall, before fixing eyes with Zak.
'We're both covered in alcohol. You should take a shower. Dare you.'
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Limits:Really public, family, friends, scat, gross, pain.

Impossible: Crossdressing. I own NO girls clothes.

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