The Coolest Guy in School

[matt1995]

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.