Drained by the Frat Bully

This story is inspired by real events. Details are in the Author’s Note at the end.

“Here—have a flyer! The math club is having a meeting next week. You should come!”

I stand in the school hallway, passing out advertisements for the upcoming event. Unsurprisingly, I’m not getting much interest. It’s a shame, but most students at this university don’t share my love of numbers.

“Hey, Thomas!”

I turn to see a short, skinny guy running toward me. His black hair flutters as his thick, dark-rimmed glasses bounce atop his nose with each frenzied step. His name is Daniel, and he’s my best friend. We’ve known each other since we were kids, and we specifically applied to the same universities so we wouldn’t have to separate. We’re both in our second year of school now, and we’re tighter than ever.

“Hi, Daniel. What’s up?” I cock my head to the side as he screeches to a halt.

“I brought more flyers for the math club event.” Chest heaving with exhaustion, he reaches into his backpack and removes a stack of papers. “How’s the recruiting going?”

“Not great. People don’t seem to get excited about math the way you and I do. I don’t understand.”

“I understand.” He puts his hands on his hips and knits his brows. “Everyone here is more interested in going to frat parties, drinking, and having irresponsible sex. The students here don’t focus on what’s important!”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” I give a weak smile.

“Yooooo! Thomas! What’s up?” A deep, aggressive voice booms behind me.

I whirl around and come face to face with the hulking form of Caleb, a beefy jock I share a history class with. He’s flanked on both sides by two equally burly friends.

“O-oh, we’re not doing anything, Caleb.” I hide the flyers behind my back.

He looks down at me skeptically, raising one of his bushy brown eyebrows. I can’t help but feel anxious as I look up into his light green eyes. He’s a truly intimidating figure. Tall and muscular, he’s built like a tank. His tight biceps are accentuated by the thin t-shirt he wears, and his pecs look set to burst through the fabric. His short, spiky brown hair and sharp, masculine jawline give him a forceful aura. I’ve seen him hanging with girls on campus, and they’re constantly fawning over him and running their fingertips over his hard physique. I wonder what that’d be like…

But I don’t want to get too close to him. Caleb has a reputation on campus for being rowdy, hostile, and dangerous. He’s one of the university’s “legacy admissions”, which means his family has attended the school and are major donors. He definitely didn’t get in on academic merit, that’s for sure.

As the rumors go, his family made its fortune in the local real estate market. His dad has been involved in public scandals, and some of his properties have been accused of being fronts for organized crime and drug trafficking. Here on campus, Caleb is a fixture at every frat party, and he always seems to have an endless supply of controlled substances that he’s happy to sell to anyone with enough cash.

“Don’t bullshit me, Thomas. What’re you hiding?” He grabs my arm and pulls, forcing me to hand him one of the flyers. “Math club?! What the fuck?”

“Y-yeah…we’re recruiting new members.” My voice shakes as I look up at him with wide eyes.

“Guys, do you wanna join?” He passes the flyers toward his friends and they all burst with laughter. “Thomas, you seriously gotta ditch this nerd shit. You’re pissing away your college experience. Come hang with me more—I’ll teach you how things really work on campus. I’ll get you into the frat parties and make a man out of you.”

“He’s not interested!” Daniel cuts in.

“Who are you?” Caleb looks down at my friend with a disdainful expression. “Are you a fucking queer?”

He points toward a small rainbow pin affixed to Daniel’s backpack.

“Yeah, asshole. I’m gay—and so is Thomas! Go ahead, tell him!” Daniel glances in my direction.

I feel my heart skip a beat.

It’s true. I came out to my close friends and family last year, but it isn’t exactly the sort of thing I’m comfortable sharing with just anyone—and especially not somebody like Caleb. I guess Daniel didn’t get the memo that I don’t want this information being publicly broadcast to the student body…

“O-oh…yeah. I’m gay.” My voice is quiet as I lower my eyes in embarrassment.

“Damn, Thomas. I never would’ve guessed you’re a homo.” Caleb steps in toward me. “But I guess it makes sense. I never see you talking to girls, and you never come to my parties.”

“I-I’m just too busy.”

“No, you’re not.” He grabs my chin with one of his large, tan hands and forces me to look up into his harsh eyes. “You think I’m dumb, don’t you? I know more than you realize—and I’ll prove it to you. I’ll come to your little math club meeting. I’ll show just how much I know about your kind.”

“My kind…?”

“Homos.” He lets out a laugh and releases my chin. “C’mon, guys. Let’s go.”

He turns and departs alongside his friends as the sound of snickering drifts back behind them.

“See, Thomas—this is what I’m talking about!” Daniel looks toward me as I watch Caleb walking away. “These people have zero interest in academics. All they care about is partying and fucking girls. That guy was such an asshole!”

“But…he said he’d come to the math club.” My voice is quiet and dreamy.

I feel something strange. My heart is still pounding, and there’s a sense of warmth burning in my core.

And my cock…it’s hard.

Is it because Caleb touched me? Do I want him to come to the math club meeting? He was insulting me, and yet, it didn’t feel hurtful. It almost felt…good.

“He won’t actually show up. He was just trying to mess with you.” Daniel rolls his eyes. “Let’s get out of here.”

I gather my things and leave alongside my companion, but my mind continues to reel. I can’t explain it, but I want Caleb to like me. I want to be his friend.

At that moment when he lifted my face toward him, I felt so helpless. He was in control, and something about that was…hot.

I feel uneasy about this. He isn’t the type of guy I should get involved with. He’s obviously straight and nothing good can come of it. I suppose it doesn’t hurt just to fantasize a little though, right? I mean, I’m still a virgin. Daniel is the only other gay dude I’ve ever known, and he certainly isn’t my type.

Yeah…a little fantasy can’t hurt. I just need to make sure that’s all that happens.

Nothing more.

It’s been almost a week since that unsettling incident in the hall, and I haven’t been able to get Caleb off my mind. Every day after class, I race to my dorm and lock myself in my room. I flop onto my bed and pull out my hard cock, slathering it with lotion and rubbing while my thoughts run wild.

The fantasy scenario is always the same.

He comes to the math club meeting and pushes me against the wall.

“Thomas…I know you’re gay, but so am I. It’s my greatest secret.” He then closes in and locks me into a kiss, pressing his enormous physique into my skinny body.

I always cum to the thought of feeling his body grinding up against mine. There’s something intoxicating about the size difference between us. He has a dangerous reputation, and the thought of letting him take control makes my cock scream out with pleasure. He’s so strong…he could make me do anything he wanted. I’d have to be obedient to him…

But it’s just a fantasy—and one I’m not particularly proud of.

Today is the math club meeting, and once that’s finally behind me, I can ditch this weird dream and start jacking off to porn again.

And I agree with Daniel—I doubt Caleb will even show up.

Once class is over for the day, I head to the classroom we’ve reserved for the event. This is our first meeting of the year, and the goal is to convince prospective members to formally join.

The turnout is actually better than I expected, and there are roughly a dozen students packed around a table.

“Hi, Thomas.” Daniel waves as I arrive.

“Hey.” I scan the room for Caleb’s face, but he’s not here.

I feel my heart sink in disappointment. I know I shouldn’t be surprised. There’s no reason why one of the most popular frat boys on campus would be at the math club meeting with a bunch of awkward nerds. That makes zero sense.

“Alright, everyone. Let’s get started.” I stand at the front of the room and begin explaining how the club works.