Control Geek

Part 3

The next morning, Mitch called up a couple of his nerd friends and asked them if they'd like to make use of a submissive hot stud football player. Neither had believed him at first, but he promised them each a blow job if the stud failed to show or didn't deliver. They knew Mitch well enough to know that giving blow jobs had never been on his to-do list. So they figured he really had some stud by the balls, and agreed to meet Mitch at his house at 2:30.

Trevor was five foot ten, but only weighed 140 pounds. He had shaggy blond hair, and big blue eyes. He was brilliant, but he perpetually wore an expression that made him look like a confused puppy dog.

Trevor had always wanted to top, but because of his looks, the only offers he ever got required him to be the fuckee. Trev was trying not to get his hopes too high, but his seven inch rod had refused to go down since Mitch's call.

Steve was a classic nerd. 5 foot seven inches and 125 pounds of skin and bones, with a homely-cute face featuring a big nose. Steve had zero muscle definition, but no fat, a flat stomach and a nice tight butt. He had black shaggy hair and green eyes that appeared larger than they were because of the thick horn rim glasses he wore. He was in the same boat as Trevor, wanting to top but never getting the opportunity.

And while either would have happily topped anyone one who'd submit, they did have their preferences. Steve loved hunky hot, and preferably stupid studs his own age to about ten years older.

Trevor's tastes were a bit more unusual for an eighteen year old. He was hot for Polar Bears. He really didn't care about their weight, but they had to be over forty, broad shouldered and hairy. And he especially lusted after men with gray hair. They could be balding or not, but the rest....

Though he lusted after Polar Bears as a top, submitting to one held no interest for him. The two guys he had submitted to, for the experience, and been smooth slender college boys. He'd been hit on by any number of bears but he damn sure wasn't going to submit to one, and so far that's all that had been offered.

Though both boys were eighteen, their only body hair was in their pits and around their junk. They hadn't even started to shave yet.

They both showed promptly at 2:30 and Trevor said, "Okay where is he?"

"He'll be here at three," said Mitch, "I want to brief you guys before he gets here." Mitch was not about to tell them his secret. He was, after all, brilliant. But he did tell them who it was.

"Holy Shit!" both boys said at the same time, which made all three giggle.

"I've got him by the balls," said Mitch, "I'm not going to tell you how, but the result is he behaves as though he's afraid of nerds, feels guilty for what he's done to them and needs to submit to them, especially sexually.

"Holy Shit!" the two boys said again. But this time there was no giggling. They looked at Mitch in awe. "Have you had him?" asked Trevor.

"He blew me yesterday afternoon on my front porch, after stripping completely naked and hiding his clothes in the bushes so he couldn't see them. That's a compulsion of his now. So is swallowing cum. He feels a strong need to be humiliated by the kind of people he's fucked over—namely nerds and girls."

This time the two boys gave low whistles. "How the hell did you manage that?" asked Trevor.

"Rule one," said Mitch. "You want to use him, no questions about how I did this. You just enjoy the ride."

Trev and Steve nodded and smiled evil smiles in stereo. They could appreciate the need for Mitch to keep his secrets. But given their inquisitiveness, it was going to be tough for them not to ask!