A straight homophobic jock finds himself in a very vulnerable position when his gay college classmate finds an upperhand. Part 1

Drained by the Tutor - Part 1
by Matty Schmatty

tutorGetting through college is hard enough. Throw being a gay male into the mix and you’ve got a situation that is damn near impossible. For Jack Thorton, the reality of being a gay college senior was something he chose to live with every day. He chose, the day he graduated high school, to come out of the closet and to stop living a lie.

Sure, he had the girls frolicking around him. After all, he was rather attractive. However, he didn’t want to start the most important time of his life living a lie. It wasn’t a shock to anybody, though. His parents were supportive and he wasn’t the only male in the school that had come out. Though he didn’t regret his decision, living the life of a gay male in college, though, wasn’t the same as his high school.

Here, almost since day one, Jack had been the target of most of the jokes on campus. At the few parties he got to attend, which weren’t many since he had to hold down a job and go to school at the same time, he would leave before it really got going because some dumb jock would decide he wanted to make a mockery of Jack. Recently, there had been one jock om particular that had decided to make Jack the primary target of his insults, whether in class or a party; that jock was Matt Ryan.

Matt Ryan was the star quarterback for the University of Kentucky, destined for the NFL. Coming from a rich, prominent family in Kentucky, Matt never had to want for anything growing up. He was, in every sense of the phrase, born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Groomed by his all-star father, Matt had the natural talent it took to be a great athlete. Not to mention, he was extremely handsome, in that sexy, sweaty athlete kind of way.

What Matt didn’t know was that Jack had developed a little crush on him, as had most of the females on campus. After all, who doesn’t want to date the star quarterback. Even after Matt’s little stunt the other night at a party, Jack still found himself fantasizing about him. As Jack stood alone in his dorm room, looking at the mirror at his naked body, his mind wondered back to that night.

He had only been at the party for five minutes before Matt noticed him and started in with his mocking.

“Hey Guys,” Matt had called out to no one in particular. “Why can't gays drive faster than 68mph?”

“Why,” everyone but Jack had called out.

“Because at 69, they blow a rod.” Everyone had busted out laughing and point at Jack. Jack was use to these kind of jokes. “How do you fit three homosexuals on one barstool?” Matt started another.

“How?” came the response filled with laughter.

“You turn it upside down!” This time, Jack had to laugh just to stay calm. But what came next was perhaps the most humiliating thing Jack had ever endured.

“Seriously, everyone. Let’s welcome Jack. Jack, come over here with me.”

Jack obliged, not wanting to make a bigger scene. He walked to where Matt had been standing. Next to Matt was a projector screen that was hooked up to a laptop. Jack had never seen them play movies at these parties. He wondered what this was for.

“We have a little tribute video to Jack, here. We put this together, Jack, to make you feel more like a part of us. We hope you enjoy it.” Matt pressed lay on the laptop and the screen came to life. There, playing on the screen, was Jack standing in a room he recognized with a man he had met just last week.

The man, named Tim, had come up to Jack while he was at work and started talking. They seemed to click really well so Tim offered for Jack to come back to his place for a drink. Not having to study that night, Jack decided to take him up on the offer. The room where Jack was standing in the movie was Tim’s bedroom.

Judging by the camera’s angle, and the colors on the screen, Jack had to assume the video was taken with a spy camera that was hidden in Tim’s closet. Taking his eyes off the screen for a moment, he looked around and seen Tim standing in the party with a smile on his face. To Jack’s surprise, he was wearing the same letterman’s jacket that Matt was wearing. Making the connection in his head, he knew then that Tim was a setup and had lied about who he was. His stomach sank; Tim was the same person who had invited him to this party.

Just then, the scene changed and showed Jack standing again, only this time he was naked doing a strip tease for Tim. The video showed Jack giving Tim a lap dance and rubbing himself on Tim’s crotch. Though Tim seemed to enjoy it that night, watching the video, Jack could see the look of disgust on his face as Jack turned backwards and rubbed his ass on him. Then, all of a sudden, the video shut off.

Everyone was laughing hysterically at the site of Jack doing the strip tease. He glanced again at Tim and seen that he was laughing the hardest. There was nothing else that happened that night at Tim’s place. Tim had gotten a call all of a sudden and had to leave.

“It’s a shame, Jack, that Tim got that emergency call all of a sudden.”

Jack glared at Matt, not knowing how he knew about the call. Matt grabbed his phone out of his pocket and help it up to his hear as if he were making a call. “Hey Tim. This is your dad. I need you home, now. There’s an emergency I need your help with.” Those were the same words Jack had overheard on Tim’s phone call that night. Just then, it hit Jack what that meant; Matt was the one that made that phone call and all of this was a big setup.

“Everyone! Let’s give it up for Jack and his killer moves!” Matt started clapping as everyone mockingly joined in.

Jack couldn’t take it anymore. He had to get out of there and he had to do it fast. He rushed out, pushing everyone out of the way who tried to step in his path. Once outside, he ran to his car and drove back to his dorm. That night, he wouldn’t even tell his roommate what had happened. He climbed in bed and quietly cried himself to sleep.

That night was just last week. Now, having got over the humiliation, Jack was getting dressed to go to class. Looking at himself in the mirror, he compared himself to Matt. Sure, he didn’t have the money that Matt had, but money wasn’t everything. He had the looks. Maybe not the same defined abs that Matt could boast of but he still was attractive in his own way. He also had a nice size cock. He didn’t know how that compared to Matt’s but he was proud of his own. He admired himself from head to toe; he had nothing to be ashamed of in his own body.

Satisfied that his body was just as good as Matt’s, he decided to get dressed and go to class. Once he was dressed, he ruffled up his hair, grabbed his bag, and headed to class. Luckily, he didn’t have to drive anywhere to get to his classes; all he had ot do was walk across the quad. He usually kept to himself as he walked. This morning, however, he was being beckoned by the last person he would have thought.

“Jack! Hey Jack!”

He looked in the direction his named was being called from and seen Matt running to catch up with him. Out of disgust, he turned his head and continued walking.

Matt ran faster. Noticing this, Jack picked up his pace but was unsuccessful getting away. He felt Matt grab his shoulder in an effort to stop him.

“Jack. Let me talk to you for a second.” Jack, trying to be the better person, turned and faced the jock. Jack realized another way they were different; Matt stood a good three inches taller than Jack.

“What is it, Matt?” Jack tried his best to sound disgusted and not give away the fact the he was just in his room thinking about Matt.

“I’m sorry about the other night, Man. It was stupid and immature. I hope you can forgive me.”
Jack was taken back. Matt had never apologized before. Unsure of Matt’s intentions, Jack kept his guard up. “Sure. No problem, Matt.”

“You’re awesome, Jack.” Matt patted him on the back as if they were old friends.

“Thanks.” Jack turned to walk away.

“Wait. I need a favor.” HE knew it. The apology wasn’t sincere; it was only to get something. Typical Jock.

“And what exactly would that be?”

“If I don’t pass this economics final, I’ll flunk the class. And if I flunk this class, I can’t graduate on time.”

“OK. What does any of this have to do with me?”

“You’re the star student in there. I was wondering if you could help me study for it?”

“No. Why would I do that?” Jack turned away again but Matt stopped him with his strong arms.

“I’ll pay you. You name the price and I’ll do it. Whatever the amount, I need your help.”

The tone that was in Matt’s voice was almost that of a beggar. Jack realized, then, that he had the upper hand. He could use this for his advantage. Maybe he should concede and do this.

“Ok. I’ll do it. But it has to be tonight. And it has to be on my terms. If there’s any of this nonsense of making fun of me, I’ll quit and gladly see you fail.”

“Ok. You have my word. Scout’s honor.” Matt held his fingers up as if he were a boy scout and had the cheesiest grin on his face. He had won, yet again, and his money had saved him. Little did he know, Jack didn’t plan on that smile being there very long.

They both parted and went to their respective class. Jack knew this would be the opportunity to get back at Matt. By the time he was done with him, Matt would be the one humiliated.

Jack couldn’t concentrate the least bit during his classes. His mind was on what he could do to humiliate Matt. Maybe he could even get a little pleasure out of the. Needless to say, the day seemed to drag by.

After all of his classed were done, Jack went back to his dorm and prepared for that night. His roommate was going to be gone all evening; he was spending the night with his girlfriend. Matt was going to be there around 8. Jack cleaned up a little ad prepared.

As if on que, promptly at 8, there was a knock on his door. He walked to the door, opened it, and walked away, allowing Matt to walk in. Of course, Matt hadn’t brought his books.

“Where are you books? How are we going to study if you didn’t bring your books?”

“Well hello to you, too. I just figured we would use yours.”

“Fair enough. Sit down and we’ll get started.”

“Alright. I came with what I hope is enough cash for you.” Matt grabbed his wallet out of his back pocket and took a stack of cash out.

“Matt, I don’t want your money, man. Let’s just get this over with.”

“Alright. But if you change your mind, let me know.”

They spent the next half hour going over some of the material that was going to be on the final.

Throughout the course of working with him, Jack determined that Matt wasn’t going to have the drive to learn the material. Jack, tehn, concocted an idea that might get Matt to focus on the work.

“Matt,” Jack started. “It doesn’t seem like you’re very focused, man.”

“I know, man. Just some problems at practice, today.”

“Well, we need you to focus on the material, so I have an idea. I’m going to ask you a series of questions that may appear on the final. IF you get the answer wrong, you have to take off a piece of clothing.”

“Hell no!” Matt stood to walk towards the door. “I’m not no fag.”

“You mean you’re not A fag,” Jack retorted, putting emphasis on Matt’s grammar error. “And what else are you going to do? The final is next week and you don’t know the material.”

“I know I’m not going to take my clothes off. Especially for you!”

“If you know the material, you won’t have to take your clothes off. Besides, who better than me to help you learn. I’m the top student in the class.”

Matt thought about what he was saying. He knew that what Jack was saying was true. Not to mention, if he didn’t pass he would fail this class. “Ok,” he relented. “But you keep your hands to yourself.”

Jack agreed by shaking his head and Matt walked back to the chair he was sitting in. Jack glanced at his crotch as Matt sat down and noticed the outline of his dick against his jeans. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on it.

“Let’s set the rules. Each question you answer incorrectly you have to remove an article of clothing. I have a list of 25 questions. IF you get through them without losing all of your clothes, you win. If you run out of clothes before we run out of questions, you lose.”

“What happens if I lose?”

“We will cross that bridge when we get there. Question one. During periods of inflation, a group that generally suffers the most is: A. people on fixed incomes. B. businesspeople. C. bankers. D. landlords.”

“That’s an easy one. A.”

“Correct.” Jack was surprised. He was going to have to get tougher questions. “Question 2. An argument that opposes globalization is that it: A. raises world living standards. B. gives consumers more choices. C. favors the more developed countries at the expense of less developed nations. D. results in a rise in the price of consumer goods.”

Matt looked confident. “A. It raises the world living standards.”

Jack smiled, knowing he was wrong. “That is incorrect.”

“Shit.” Matt kicked off his shoes, satisfied that it was an article of clothing. Luckily, Jack thought, he had already taken off his jacket, and wasn’t wearing socks.

“Next question. Businesses are most affected by Federal Reserve actions that: A. change reserve requirements. B. raise or lower the discount rate. C. change tax brackets. D. raise or lower short-term interest rates.” The look on Matt’s face let him know he didn’t know the answer.

“I don’t know. I will guess ‘B’.”

“Incorrect.” Jack watched the look of disgust on Matts face as he decided to take his shirt or pants off. Much to Jack’s pleasure, he went with the shirt.

Time seemed to stand still as Jack watched Matt lift the shirt over his head and throw it aside. Careful not to stare too much, Jack glanced down at the questions, pretending to be finding the next one. He felt the twitch of his cock in his pants.

Jack followed with several more questions, all of which he expected Matt to know. After all, he wanted to build up his confidence before pulling the rug out from underneath him. Confident the jock was proud of himself, he decided on another tough one.

“All of the following are investments in human capital except: A. finishing high school. B. buying a new computer. C. attending a trade school. D. practicing to improve communication skills.”

“Damn, you shithead. That’s another tough one. I guess ‘C’.”

“Wrong,” Jack grinned. “Take them off.”

Without even hesitating, Matt stood and unbuckled his belt. Jack noticed a shy and defeated look on his face; it wasn’t long before he realized why. Matt wasn’t wearing any underwear.

Jack watched as Matt dropped his jeans allowing his cock to come free. He attempted to hide it with his hands, but to no avail; his hands weren’t big enough. Jack couldn’t get over how big it was, even though it was limp. As it laid against his leg, it looked like a tree log that had two big veins going the full length of the shaft. The head was the biggest part, looking to be at least 4 inches wide.

“Hey, my eyes are up here.” Jack broke his eyes away from his cock and lifted his head. Matt had the biggest, cockiest grin on his face. NO wonder Matt was so cocky; his had the cock to back it up. “I take it you like what you see. Don’t get any ideas.”

Jack couldn’t say anything. HE had to make himself focus on the task at hand.

“SO, what happens now? I lost, didn’t I?”

“Yep. But in light of recent events, I’m feeling generous. I have two questions left, IF you get the next one right, I will let you put your pants back on. If not, then I get to tie you to the bed.”

“What the fuck are you on? What makes you think I would agree to that?”

Jack stood up, walked to his closet and opened it, revealing the camera he had set up before Matt got there. “Because, if you don’t, the whole school is going to see you taking your clothes off in my room.”

If looks could kill, Jack would be a dead man. Matt knew he had been got, and he had no way to stop it.

“You fuck face. Damn you. If I didn’t need you to help me pass, I’d kill you right now.”

“I know,” Jack smiled back. “Next question. The first step in the financial management process is to A. analyze the information. B. establish financial goals. C. develop a plan. D. implement a financial plan.”

Matt’s face contorted as he tried his hardest to search his brain and find the answer. He wanted nothing more than to answer this question and get this over with. Finally, his brain clicked with what he thought the answer should be. “C. Develop a plan.”

Jack stoop up and walked to his chest of drawers. “Am I right?” Matt called out from behind him.
He reached into the top drawer and pulled out his sift rope that he sometimes used. HE turned around and Matt’s face dropped.

“The correct answer is A. Now lie on the bed.”

Somewhat begrudgingly, Matt walked to Jack’s bed and lay down. He remained speechless as Jack tied both of his hands and then his legs to the bed post. Satisfied that his prey was successfully immobilized, Jack took his phone out and snapped a picture.

“What the hell is that for?”

“Proof, in case you try to do something stupid.”

Jack glanced again at Matt’s cock as it rested on his leg and licked his lips. It was time for his fun, now.


1 Comment

  1. scotts60143 - September 20, 2016, 8:57 pm

    Great setup and beginning! Looking forward to more “details” in the next chapter!

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