Money Spinner pt.1

It was easy money for Cameron, and selling his body for money always came easy.

You see the big guy on campus had a dirty little secret. The big tough bully that talked shit and pushed all the small guys around had his roots deep in the closet, none of his friends knew anything, but many suspected; the sideways glances as the cute guys for example.

It was late Friday afternoon and there was a buzz of excitement in the school, but a rumble echoed through the dull background noise as Cameron stormed down the corridor of students like a  juggernaut, other students ducked or were pushed and shoved out the way as the jock and his entourage caught up in his wake came to a halt at a small guy at the lockers.

Jerry was going through books, when suddenly he was aware of the sudden lack of the usual dull background noise of school, hairs on the back of his neck stood up like some kind of warning but it was already too late.

CRASH!

A fist hit the locker next to Jerry’s head which made him not unsurprisingly jump, there was a gasp from the now silent crowd.

Slowly Jerry turned around glimpsing the faces of the onlookers around him until he came face to… pecs with Cameron.

Cameron leaned down level with Jerry’s ear. “You FUCKING little CUNT!” He shouted.

With little effort Cameron grasped Jerry’s jacket and lifted him off the ground, Jerry could old blink nervously as looked into the jocks blazing blue eyes before looking away again, glancing at the faces and  smirks of the other football players over his broad shoulders.

“You disgust me, you fucking little queer…” This time it was quieter, almost a whisper but there was loathing in his voice, Jerry felt himself almost shiver as this was far more intimidating.

“Kenny..” The giant growls

“Actually it’s Jerry.” He regretted saying that almost instantly.

Cameron face contorted and turned a shade of crimson.

“But Kenny is fine.” But it was too late.

He was raised a couple more inches in the air without any effort and then abruptly released. Loosing his footing, Jerry could a land in a heap on the floor, cracking his head against the locker as he dropped.

There was a scramble of feet as Jerry tired to get up but a size ten trainer planted itself on his chest. A tight even pressure was applied and Jerry felt all the air in his lungs being pushed out.

All Jerry could manage was a groan as he felt more of Cameron’s weight on him.

“Don’t EVER fucking correct me,” Cameron ground the sole of his trainer into Jerry’s chest. “ Pfft, you disgust me.” He released Jerry from the floor and waited.

“Well get the fuck up will you!”

Jerry can only scramble to his feet, looking to his left and right there was no way to escape, by now all Cameron’s mates had surrounded him.

The Jock started stabbing at Jerry’s chest, “YOU have no value, YOU have no place here,” he looks around, “YOU have no friends here.”

“Kenny…” Cameron shot Jerry a steely look

“Yes.” Squeaked a reply

“I’m going to help you,” The tone was oily and sarky. “I want you to help your community, be part of the team.”

Jerry wasn’t sure about the grin on the jocks face, but even so he felt he should reply “OK.”

“You see, I used to have a little shit much like yourself to shall we say assist me in my studies.”

Jerry rolled his eyes, he knew what was coming.

“Yeah.” Cameron continued, “Lets just say he looked after my homework and studies while I won football trophies for the school. That is until I erm.. broke him.” The jock turned to the rest of the guys and grinned.

Jerry had heard about a guy that mysteriously got a broken arm whilst ‘tutoring’ Cameron.

With that Cameron dropped and shoulder and a large heavy backpack slid off his arm and fell at Jerry’s feet.

“Make sure you get it back to me before six tonight.” He said with a sneer as he turned and high-fived a couple of the other guys.

The collection of students watching parted as Cameron and the rest of the team left laughing.

He looks down at the backpack and then hoists it onto his shoulder groaning under its weight he makes his way back to the dorm room.

Dumping it on the floor Jerry starts to unpack it, various books and the like then a sour musky smell hits him square in the face. It’s his gym kit. Tentively he pulled out the contents; trainers, damp socks, long black shorts, a back vest and then he touches something damp and cotton, “Uggh!” He slowly takes it out, a jock strap.

“Fuck this guy is twisted.” Jerry murmurs to himself.

“But he’s picked on the wrong person this time, that fucker is going to pay!”

Shucking his own clothes Jerry jerked off a couple of times until he was hard, grabbing the jockstrap in his hand he used it jerk off again, harder and harder until he felt a shiver. His flat stomach tightened and he shot his load into the jockstrap and then the combined fluids were drawn back inside Jerry.

“UUuuugh…” A groan echoed around the room only to drop a couple of octaves as it tailed off.

Jerry bent double as his flat stomach popped, defining itself. He groaned again and dropped to the bed, there were cracking noises and Jerry rolled into a ball before rolling off the bed onto the floor…

… to be continued?