You are Mine

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Chapter One: The Student Election

1

Nick Gaddis only cared about winning. Part of it had to do with competing against other people and coming out on top, numero uno, the top dog, the alpha male. The flow of adrenaline surging through your body, the sense that the spotlight was on you, the thrill of taking a risk appealed to a kid like Nick, despite being 16 years old. During his junior year of high school, Nick Gaddis decided to run for student body president because he knew he would win. He thought it would be exciting knowing his peers and friends would elect him to represent them, like there was a certain trust and faith they had in him

Your status in high school could be summed up by who you ate lunch with. Each table offering a social theme. Most students, like Nick, had an easy time figuring out which group you belonged too. Nick and his friends all head wealthy parents, dressed in expensive clothing and had an arrogance, a sense of entitlement about them. Most of their lunch time conversations revolved around money, though the school had a premium cost of attending, roughly $15,000 a year just to attend high school, and most students came from sturdy financial backgrounds. Nick’s father owned a software company and pulled in a pretty penny.

The sound of laughter and gossip echoed across the cafeteria during lunch. Plastic tray tables clunked against the lunch tables and metallic chair legs scraping against the marble-tiled floor added to the ambient mealtime sounds. The room smelt of a fast-food restaurant mixed with cheap cologne and body odor from the few freshman who still did not believe in wearing deodorant. The room filled with natural light from floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the school courtyard and out to a grassy hillside which sloped down and away from the school. Distant snowy mountain tops could be seen from almost all school windows, but the prize view came from the cafeteria. Trenton High felt isolated at the top of the hill, but with that isolation came a sense of peace; a close to nature feel.

Lillian Frey, everyone called her Fat Frey behind her back, had not yet found a group to eat lunch with and as a result became a bit of an outcast and recluse. The people who did not make fun of her weight or awkward nature just ignored her. She walked up to Nick’s table, stopping almost directly behind Nick while he munched on his BLT sandwich. Although Nick knew she stood behind him, almost literally breathing down his neck, he continued eating his lunch and joked with his friends. Lillian tapped his back with her index finger. The kind of tap that a five year old gives when the child wants attention. A tap like the annoying mosquito humming in your ear. “Nick, we need to talk.” Her tone pretending confidence, but the faint tremble in her voice could be heard. He gazed up, turning his head slightly. Their eyes met for a few moments. Nick did not respond, taking another bite of his sandwich. She continued staring, waiting for him to say something.

“Are you going to steal my sandwich?” he asked. His friends burst out laughing behind him. He smirked and took another bite into the crispy bacon hanging out from between the two pieces of bread.

She ignored his joke, she knew they all joked about her weight. She knew what they called her behind her back. Yes, she was slightly overweight, but so what? “Nick, please can we talk. In private?” The volume in her voice decreased slightly and her breath became more audible. Nick placed his sandwich on his plate, and reluctantly followed Lillian.

“Don’t touch my food” Nick turned to his friends. A futile statement; his friends were scavengers. He followed her outside the cafeteria and into the school hallway. “What do you need to talk to me about?” he asked.

“I want to know why you are running.”

“I am not running, I am standing here talking to you.”

“Nick, can’t you be serious?”

“No” He smirked.

“I need to know why you want to be the student body president.” She asked.

“I want to make a difference in our school community. I want to represent the people.” “Bullshit. You could care less.”

“So what. Why do you care?”

“Cause I’m running against you. And I want this. Unlike you, I want to do something with the position, and I really need this.”

“Well. Then you have to beat me I guess.”

“Nick. I’m not like you. I don’t come from money. I need my college application to be spotless if I have any hopes of getting a scholarship.”

“I’m sorry. I can’t help you.” Nick said. Turning around and heading back to the cafeteria, not wanting to waste another moment with Fat Frey.

“Nick. Please.”

“Alright. Fine. I’ll stop running.” He turned around towards her. “But the next time I need something, you owe me? Deal?” He asked.

She signed, relieved. She really wanted to make a difference, and more importantly, she wanted her college resume to glow, sparkle and dazzle all who read it. Without a scholarship, it would be unlikely her parents could afford to send her to college. “Thank you Nick.” She moved in, trying to embrace him. He backed away, almost repulsed by the gesture.

“Don’t mention it.” He said before quickly turning back to the cafeteria.

“You assholes ate my lunch!” Nick said returning to his lunch table.

“What did she want?” Tyler asked

“She wanted me to drop out of the student election.” He replied, grabbing a handful of his friend’s French fries.

“And are you?” Ethan asked.

“Hell no. I told her I would. I think it’s time we show Fat Frey what we all think of her.” Nick said as he pulled out his cellphone and began texting a group chat of his friends.

2

A YouTube video posted from the account “Fat Frey” was posted sometime overnight. By morning, the video had been emailed out to the entire class. The video, taken presumably without permission, showed Lillian Fat Frey sitting at lunch, eating a burger and fries and occasionally taking large gulps from her diet cola. Sounds of chewing pasted over the audio file of the video. Bold lettering outlining “Fat Frey for President” was inserted to the top of the video. A deep, monotonous voice narrated the short 30 second clip. “Lillian Frey will fight for your right as a student to eat all day long. She will eat for you. A burger a day keeps the doctor away. Fat Frey for president.” The voice spoke over cartoon music, the kind of music that would play when Wile E. Coyote blew up or fell off a mountain side.

Comments and replies at the bottom of the video began pouring in as students watched the video. “She’s such a fat fuck.” One comment read. “She probably has a burger for every meal.” Another comment read. A third comment, a more neutral comment read; “We have to choose between a girl with an eating problem and a narcissistic rich boy? What is the world coming to?”

That day, Nick increased his campaign advertising using his parent’s money to practically litter the school hallway with voting paraphernalia. Lillian entered the school that morning stunned and humiliated. As she walked down the hallway, she found out that Nick had lied straight to her face.. Students whispered and pointed, some let out a silent chuckle as she passed. She herd murmurs, the voices of her peers mention her name. She heard the nickname ‘Fat Frey’ over and over again. The hallway suddenly seemed like a warzone, hostile and malicious. She sprinted into the girl’s bathroom, her feet pounding against the tile floor causing vibrations throughout the hallway. She locked herself in the stall, crying into her backpack. She wiped away the tears with her sweatshirt, now moist with tears and snot. Her chance at college, her chance gaining any respect, her chance to make a friend vanished. The hope fell away, deeper, becoming a mere dream.

She spent almost half the day, sitting on the toilet, legs pushed up against her chest so that no one could notice the stall was occupied. Her eyes became raw from the constant stream of tears. Her head light and exhausted. Her nose became congested and breath became heavy. Lillian never wanted to leave. She wanted to spend all day in the bathroom if she could. Maybe hold out until school ended, and sneak out and run away. Run all the way home and maybe keep going and never look back.

Her phone buzzed in her jean pocket several times by midafternoon from an anonymous number. She did not recognize the number. Several text messages filled her phone notification window. . One of the messages, the last message she received from this number stuck in her head; “Don’t let that asshole win. Fight back.”

“How?” she texted back. A valid question she thought. Nick had humiliated her, lied to her and had no qualms about playing dirty, breaking the conventional rules of civilized warfare. Nick was in it to win it and so far, had successfully devastated her. She waited for a few minutes for a response. After ten minutes of waiting, typed another message. “Who is this and how do I fight back?”

“Hold on” Anonymous responded. She tried looking up the number in Facebook, hoping she could determine the name of the person. She typed the number into the search bar with no success.. Her phone buzzed three times, consecutively. Each rhythmic vibration filled her head with hope, with the dream she could make Nick pay for what he had done to her. “These should help.” The mystery texted said. She scrolled down and noticed two videos had been sent to her. She opened the first video and prayed.

3

Principle Alexander called Nick into his office during lunch period. Nick assumed it was related to the YouTube video that trended around the high school and for a few minutes believed he would be blamed for the action. Although Nick had a history of breaking a school rules , he had never been punished, either by the school or his parents. Nick’s father had a reputation, mostly for his wealth. Nick’s father William T Gaddis wrote a check every year of $100,000 to the school as a donation to the School Trust and was the top contributor every year. Principle Alexander knew he stepped on shaky, uncertain grounds having the Gaddis kid report to the office, but he tired of having to protect the punk. He would love to tell William Gaddis to stuff the check up his ass. He knew he would be fired if he did. As of now, Principle Alexander had no proof Nick was responsible for posting the YouTube video. Though if the principle had proof, a video which harassed a female student, that protection may run out.

“I want you to know that you aren’t in any trouble. I am just investigating a video that has surfaced about a student, Lillian Frey. Perhaps you know her?”

“She’s the girl who’s running against me for student president.” Nick replied back with the innocent blue eyes.

“Have you seen the video?” Principle Alexander asked.

“No sir. I don’t spend a lot of time on YouTube at school.”

“I’m sure you don’t. Have any of your friend talked about the video. It’s quit the talk. Some teachers have come up to me concerned.”

“I heard something about it, sir. But I don’t know all the details.”

“Well, last night somebody posted a video about Lillian running for president. It took aim at her weight and body image. I thought I would ask you since you are the only person running against her and the video would surely benefit you.”

“No sir. Don’t believe in negative campaigning. I want to win a clean election.” Nick replied back. Principal Alexander could not quiet put his finger on why, but he found the boy a bit, well, phony. He had an instinct that Nick was lying. But, he had to let Nick go. Without proof, Nick was untouchable. Even with proof, he might get off with a slap to the wrist.

“Of course not, you’re a good young man. I will be investigating this issue fully however, and when we do find out who did it, they will be in for a punishment. If you find out anything, Nick, please let me know right away.”

“Yes sir. Of course sir.” Nick smiled, shook his principles hand, looking him straight in the eye and left the office. Principle Alexander could see past the deceptive smile and charm, the boy’s father was the same way. He closed his office door and thought the rest of the afternoon on a way to trap the young man, a way to have some justice for the poor girl. Principle Alexander sat behind his desk, scratching his balding head and thought in silence.

4

Lillian’s eyes widen as she saw the setting for the first video. The camera, a phone camera, seemed hidden.. It took place in the boys locker-room, presumably after gym class. Steam could be seen in the background while numerous boys crossed in front of the camera with white towels wrapped around the waist. Suddenly, Nick Gaddis and two of his friends appeared center frame, talking and joking.

“Did he believe you?” One of the boys, Ryan, asked.

“Of course. He can’t touch me.” Nick replied.

“What if he finds out you posted that YouTube video.” Sean asked.

“So what. He’s not going to do anything. He doesn’t have the balls to touch me. My dad would stop writing those fat checks if something happened to me.” Nick replied.

“I hope your right.” Ryan said

“We are the only ones who knows. And you guys aren’t going to tell. So we are all set.” Lillian couldn’t believe it, her savior, Mr. Anonymous saved her. She now had a confession in the palm of her hand. She smiled as her body burst with energy. She felt like jumping and yelling a big “Wahoo.” She felt powerful and not quite sure what to do with this video. A million thoughts entered her mind. She could imagine the look on Nick’s face when he found out she had this video. Her smile grew. Her heart pulsated throughout her body from the excitement.

The first video had stopped so she closed out of it and scrolled down to the next video on her phone, nothing could top the first video she watched as the video played. Same setting, but a few minutes later. Nick and his friends still talked in front of their lockers, dressed in presumably just their towels. She thought for a few minutes about the boys in the video naked. It almost made her a bit horny, even though she hated Nick, despised him.

“Yea I had sex with her.” Nick started off the video.

“How was it?” Ryan asked.

Nick replied with a silent smile.

“Did she like it?”

“I think so, I mean we were both pretty drunk.”

“Did she even remember it?” Ryan joked

“It’s pretty tough to forget me.” Nick laughed.

“Man, I need to get a chic drunk.” Sean said

“Party this weekend. We can all find girls. Just get them liquored up enough and bam, instant action.” Nick said.

The video ended. Lillian felt less joy in seeing the second video. Shock was a better word to describe it. She had more than just a confession from Nick. Her jaw bone lowered; she brought her hand up to her cheek. Her eyes bulged out. She had to report this. She should go right now to Principle Alexander’s office and tell him, show him the videos. Have Nick Expelled. Hell, maybe even through him in jail and lock up the key. She wanted to make Nick pay.

Another thought entered into her mind in a flash. A powerful thought, a thought that came from the devious part of the mind. The dark, and often untouched part. The part of everyone that most people try to keep repressed and quiet. An evil place like a forest, devoid of light. I can make Nick pay myself. I can make him beg, cry and shake. I can bring him down a few levels. I can hurt him more than the principle could. The dark voice repeated the thoughts over and over again. She pulled out her phone, found Nick’s number and sent him a text. “We need to talk.” She hit send. Nick, you are mine.

5

Nick knocked on the red door at 5 Pines Way at the same time the sun was beginning to set, casting his shadow onto the door. After a few seconds, he knocked again – this time louder. An older woman answered the door; “Yes, can I help you?”

“Hi mam, my name is Nick Gaddis. I’m here to see Lillian.”

“Oh. Yes. She’s told me all about you.” She invited the boy in, before turning towards the stairwell behind her. “Lillian.” The woman shouted. “That boy Nick is here to see you.”

“Coming mom.” A muffled reply echoed down to the entrance of the house. A stampede like trot came from overhead and soon down the stairs as Lillian made her way to greet Nick. “Well don’t just stand there come on up” Lillian said. Nick stood frozen in place, staring at her mom as if to wait for her approval. He did not know of too many parents who would let a teenage boy into their daughter’s room.

“Well, you better go up Nick.” The mom said.

Nick followed Lillian into her bedroom, closing the door behind him. He still had no clue why she wanted to talk to him, only that urgent. She had implied over text that she had something that he would be very interested in knowing. Something devastating. Nick watched Lillian walk over to her desk and pick up her phone. He pulled his own phone out of his pocket to check the time. He knew if his friends had found out that he was in Fat Frey’s bedroom, that he would be the butt of their jokes for the rest of the school year.

“What is so important that we need to talk about?” He asked.

“I know you posted the YouTube video about me.”

“Sorry, wasn’t me. If that’s all you wanted to say, you could have said that over text.” Nick began turning around, ready to head out the door. She stopped him quickly.

“Nick. I know you posted it.” She played the video for him while watching his face for a reaction. To her surprise, Nick showed very little reaction to the video. His face stone cold and confident. He seemed calmed and relaxed. He was calling her bluff.

“You know, even if you did show the principle that I won’t get in any trouble. I still probably would win the election. And you may get in trouble for spying on the boys locker-room.” He held his head high and chest out. He grinned with sweat victory.

“You are probably right” She said. She pulled her phone back and opened up the second video. She pushed the phone forward and tapped play. “But how do you explain this video?”

Nick’s smile disappeared almost instantly; a single bead of sweat dropped from his hear, down and around his ear, and dripping into his shirt. A mix of anger and fear, tension and aggression filled his body. He reached for the phone, wrestling it out of her grip and threatened to delete the video.

“It’s ok. I have that video backed up in multiple places Nick. And seeing you grab the phone like that only shows me how much you know this could damage you. Damage your reputation. Ruin your life.” She let her words sink in, letting his own mind, his own thoughts damage him. “I think deep down you have some good in you Nick and that’s why I haven’t turned that video in yet.”

“What do you want? Money?”

“No Nick, you can’t buy me. I think you owe me though. You humiliated me and made me feel like shit all day. You made me the laughingstock of the entire school. And you need to repay me. And I think you should be punished for what you have done, both to me, and that girl you raped from that party.”

“I didn’t rape her.” He protested

“Maybe, maybe not. Doubt a lot of people would see it that way though.”

Nick thought for a moment, trying to find out a way out of this situation. If he took her phone and destroyed her laptop on her desk, she might have the video backed up somewhere else like online or on a thumb drive. If he called her bluff, maybe he could convince people that the girl he had sex with consented and said yes, but then again she was drunk and probably does not remember most of the night. He thought about bribing her, but what if she took his money and still released the video?

“What do you want?” Nick asked. She smiled. Ear to ear and toothless. A creep smile, something out of a nightmare. Her face like a creature from under the bed or in the closet.

“Nick, you are going to do everything I want for the next few months. If I ask you to do something, you do it. No matter what. If you don’t do it, well, I am just going to have to send a few people those two videos.”

“What are you going to make me do?” he asked

“That is for you to find out.”

“How do I know this is going to stop after a few months?”

“You are just going to have to trust me.” She enjoyed saying that. She had no intention at ending this for a long time. Sure, at some point she may get bored, but having someone who would do anything for you was a divine feeling.

“When do I have to start?” he asked

“Right now” She said with a smirk, thinking of the possibilities this situation provided. Wondrous dreams and fantasies combined with reality. Nick Gaddis the boy who shamed her in front of the school and anonymous internet users alike will suffer. She now controlled his life.

6

“I want you to get naked” Lillian Frey ordered with great delight. A spoiled rich brat with the charm and the hair and that damn perfect smile. She almost felt compelled to correct his behavior, develop him, and put him in his place. She had grand plans for the 16 year old boy, grand plans indeed. I want you to suffer, a deep dark voice said in her head. Boys like this are a danger to the world that same voice said.

Nick just stood in place, staring at Lillian ready to call a bluff. Stripping naked in front of Fat Frey almost seemed fantasy to him. He was Nick Gaddis. Any girl would be lucky to be asked on a date with him, and here he stood with Lillian fucking fat Frey. He rolled his eyes. Nausea crept from his stomach, crawling slowly up his esophagus. Her eyes glued to his body almost like a predator, her lips becoming moist and her breaths shallow.

She mustered some strength, knowing she had the power right now. “Nick. Let’s make one thing clear, when I ask you to do something you do it. No buts, no hesitation, no whining. You just do it. If you don’t, well, you know what happens.” She snapped her fingers a few times to reinforce her command, wanting the dog to obey. The ‘you’ve been a bad boy’ tone in her voice startled Nick. He had never heard her speak with so much confidence and force before. A part of him admired it, and half of him feared it. “Strip.” Her voice carried. Her gaze turned to the door, hoping her mother had not heard the order.

Nick took a deep breath and began removing his sweater. She eyed with anticipation while he unbuttoned each of the eight buttons of his collared white shirt. Lean and smooth, she wanted to lunge at his body, push him onto the bed and kiss the boy, grope the boy. She restrained her primal desire. He tossed his shirt onto the bed. “Why do you want me naked?” he asked, as he fumbled with the belt around his seersucker pants.

“You’ve made fun of my body, so I want to see what’s so special about your body.”

“And that’s it, you’re just going to look right?”

“I’ll do whatever I please. Keep going.” She made a circular pattern with her index finger, trying to encourage him to strip faster. Nick could not help but feel like a piece of meat, ready for the carnivore to devour. Lather up some Barbeque sauce and let the feast begin. Nick undid his button and unzipped his pant – God I hope my friends don’t find out about this – he thought to himself. He took a deep breath, and lowered his pants, carefully balancing on each foot as he pulled his legs through the wholes. He tossed his pants onto the bed as well. Her eyes widened, enjoying the tight black Calvin Klein low-rise trunks. The briefs glued to his body like wet fabric, carefully cuddling and covering his body.

Nick’s left hand hung limply down by his waist, while his right arm bent and grabbed his other arm at the elbow. His bulge hinted and teased her while she watched, biting her lower lip.

“I want your phone.” She ordered, but secretly just wanted him to turn around and bend over to grab his phone from his pants pocket. He thought and debated for a moment, before digging for his phone. His tight briefs hugged his bottom and she could all but keep from reaching out and goosing the boy. Though she could if she wanted to. He handed her his phone. She pushed the home button of his IPhone. “What is your passcode?” She asked.

“Com’on Lillian”

“Passcode” She repeated with more force.

“Zero, five, two, zero, zero, one” he said.

“Why’d you choose that?” she asked as she unlocked his phone and began searching through the phone.

“Month and year I was born.”

She smiled at the answer, placed his phone in his pocket and gazed back up at the nearly naked boy. “Shouldn’t you be stripping?” She asked, almost playfully. Nick placed his hands into the waistband of his shorts, and pulled them down to his ankles; bending over in the process and delaying his exposer. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. He stood erect, keeping both his hands in front of his genitals. His pubic hair had brown and short, like it had been recently buzzed cut. “For a guy who’s all macho and tough, you sure do seem awfully shy to show me what you have.”

He removed his hands, placing them by his side, muttering under his breath in the process. His flaccid penis came into view; the tip of his circumcised penis dropped to below his testicles, though it was thin. His balls were compact and tight, hiding cozily behind his cock. He looked at her, almost anticipating a reaction. “You happy now?”

“For now.” She thought to herself, enjoying each second that passed more and more. This was the beginning. She turned and walked over to her desk, opened a draw and rummaged through pens, pencils and loose paper. Nick watched, wondering what she could be possibly searching for. His body, cold and exposed stood silently waiting. She pulled out a ruler, holding it in the air and moved back closer to Nick.

“Have you ever measured yourself before?”

“Maybe once or twice.”

“Good. For your first task, I want you to measure your penis, take a picture of it next to a rules and send the photo to your best friend on your phone.”

“What? Are you serious?” He asked

“Then I want you to send a message back being like ‘shit wrong person’ or something.” In all honesty, she wanted to gauge how obedient Nick would be to her, and if she would have a tough time controlling him.

“You’re kidding.”

“Here’s the rule.” She handed the ruler to Nick, who instinctually grabbed it, but hesitated to do anything else.

“Well? I’m waiting. Get yourself hard and measure.”

Nick stood frozen in place.

“Nick? Remember what I said. If you hesitate or freeze on anything I ask, I will send out the videos I have. Do you understand?”

He nodded. A sense of shame surged through his body as he used his free hand to grab his penis. He began masturbating while Lillian watched with enjoyment and pleasure. This was the first time she had seen a boy naked, seen an erect penis in person, the first time she had a boy in her room. Once his penis became erect, he positioned the ruler next to his penis.

“Here, you can have your phone to take the picture.” He took the phone, prepared the camera and took a photograph of his penis next to the ruler. “Good, send it to one of the guys you were talking to in the video.”

“Ryan?”

“Sure.”

Nick could not believe what he was doing. It almost felt like a dream or a fantasy. He felt disconnected from reality. The mix of fear, adrenaline and embarrassment clouded his mind and as a result felt detached. He opened his messenger application and prepared to send his dick pick to his friend.

“I can’t believe this. Do I really have to do this?” He asked

“What’s a matter? A tough guy like you ashamed?” She mocked “Come on. I don’t have all night.”

Nick took a deep breath and send the photo. ‘Yo delete that. Meant to send that to someone else’ followed the picture. “It’s sent.”

“Good.” She replied and took the phone and ruler from him. “I’m going to keep your phone all night, go through it; see if you’re hiding anything.” His expression demonstrated that she was gripping him by his balls. A mere shadow of his former self. “Now there is one more rule that you should know about.”

“What is it going to be?” Nick could already tell he was not going to like what she had prepared.

“Well, every time you complete a task I give you, I want you to thank me.”

“Thank you?”

“Yup. I want you to thank me. Think of it as you are thanking me for not sending those videos and ruining your life.” She smiled.

“Thank you Lillian.” He said, faking sincerity.

“No, silly not like that.”

“What do you mean then?” he asked

She sat down on the bed, spreading her legs slightly. She pulled her skirt up her leg, revealing more thigh. She reached up into her skirt, and pulled down her panties, all the way off. She glanced up at him, her grin larger than ever. “I want you to go down and eat me out.”

Nick took a step back, almost tripping on his shoes; his face filled with disgust and revulsion. ‘You want me to lick your pussy’ his brain wanted him to say, begged him to say. He hardly wanted to look at Fat Frey let alone put his tongue inside of her.

“Come Nick.”

“Every time I complete a task, I have to eat you out?” he asked

“Yup. Some days it will be one task, some days it may be many tasks, other days it will be zero. But every time you have to thank me this way.”

“And what do I get?” he asked, maybe hoping for a return of the favor.

“You get the satisfaction of repaying me for what you did to me.” She replied

He rolled his eyes. His tongue began sinking to the back of his throat, trying to hide. “How long do I have to do this for?” He asked, knowing at this point he had to do anything she asked, no matter what. He figured he could hold out for a few months of this, even if it meant humiliating himself because if he didn’t, his life could be over. She unlocked up his phone, opened the timer application, and set the time to thirty minutes. She showed him the timer.

“You have to eat me out until the timer runs out.”

“Thirty minutes? Really?” She did not respond. He kneeled down onto the floor, moved his face into her thighs. ‘Let’s get this over with’ he thought to himself, before peeling back her skirt. He brought his head up to her vagina and began to please her.

To be continued

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