Revenge of the Nerds
Revenge of the Nerds By Jackmink
Heres the original one I was planning on posting, the other two were just random freebies I wrote in thirty minutes. Hope you enjoy as much as I did writing it.
"I'm sorry really. I-I didn't mean too I was just joking, really!" The bobcat called out squirming in his grip still. The fieldmouse wasn't even looking at him as he shut and locked the door behind him. His pink furless hands gripped the cat tighter as he continued to squirm in his grip trying to get out.
"Time and time again I told you to stop. And time and time again you just continued, laughing away with your little friends because you were bigger than me. Well now who's bigger?" The field mouse finally spoke after placing the cat in a glass jar and setting it on his desk. "You should've known brains always beats brawn. I mean you actually ate the cupcake. I didn't think you would really but then you just went and ate it." He laughed a bit taking his glasses off and setting them in a case on his nightstand.
"Dude. I said I'm sorry. Really. I won't ever do it again, I swear." The cat pounded on the glass his voice coming out as no more than a squeak. Like a mouse inside a jar. A fitting place for him really, Tim thought looking at him again as he rested his head on the desk.
"You threatened to eat me. I mean literally eat me time and time again. You always picked on me during gym and between classes. Following me into the restroom to give me swirlies. I mean for fuck sake its 2012! Who the hell does that!" He whipped his tail angrily clenching his paws tightly before taking a steady breath and calming down. "But now our positions are reversed. You are begging for freedom just as I was. And just like before. It's falling on deaf ears." He glared at the cat who backed away.
The fieldmouse undid his pants and slid them down his hips, tossing them aside. He pulled up and took off his shirt getting comfortable. Lazing back in his computer chair, rocking back and forth, as he looked at him in the glass jar. Mulling things over. Pondering just how he wanted his revenge to be served. Rocking back and forth in that chair. He kicked a leg up on side, stretching the other out looking down at him between his legs...where he belonged.
He picked the glass jar and brought it up to his face really getting a good look at it. He turned it over, dumping the contents out an onto his hand. The cat landed on all fours in the palm before the fingers quickly wrapped around him. He squirmed again but to no avail. The paw holding the cat lifted above him. "I was thinking of just gobbling you up like a small snack," he opened his muzzle wide licking the cats face but pulled him away. "But that really wouldn't be a fitting end. Not ironic enough."
The cat thanked whatever diety he believe in slacking his arms as he relaxed; at least for the time being he was safe. He looked around desperately but couldn't come up with anything to do or how to do it. Once again wishing he had some brains. He hated when his muscles couldn't solve a problem.
The field mouse adjusted himself looking at the cat in his paw. He had always thought the jock was cute. Hell, he was damn attractive in the end. Good looking and built like a truck. Sturdy, muscular and well formed. A natural body with good looks too. But he was as dense as a rock and sharp as a rusty bayonet rotting in a museum from an old war. And this cat had taken it abound himself to torment and humiliate him throughout the school years. Ever since they were freshmen this cat had it out for him. Be it a cat and mouse complex or just envied that he got straight A's and already had a plan for college with a future ahead of him. Everything was planned out for him and this jock only had the rest of high school to be 'king' if he would live that long...
Yet still just looking at that smaller face and toned naked body made him feel horny. Night after night he had dreamt of this cat. Seeing him in the showers after one of his practices was enough to make him cream. And damned if he didn't think the prospect of him being a cat in it all wasn't the hottest damn thing either. That was a cat and mouse complex and he loved it, a deep dark desire that could finally bear fruit here and now. The tables turned.
"How about this." The field mouse said getting up a bit. Thumbing his tighty whities he pulled them down slowly to the floor. "You give me a damn good time and I'll let you go. Give you an antidote and you'll be on your way. And if you mess with me again your snack food, Capiche?"
The bobcat looked down at him and noticeable was repulsed... if only for a second which caught the mouses attention, a smirk coming across his face. Tim really didn't see why. He wasn't hung like a horse but he was a decent size, above average even as a senior in high school. Most chicks overlooked the geeky kids but the fact of the matter was most of them were bigger down there than any jocks were. After all a jock compensated for a small prick more than not (at least that was the easiest way to deal with all the bs they got from them). He did his finals on it actually. A thesis paper on why jocks are the way they are. "Well? That or you can become a nice good old fashion fat." At that his stomach growled.
"Ok, ok. Just please don't eat me." The cat flailed widely before calmly down as a thumb stroked his back.
"Good. See. We can work things out." The field mouse stretched, adjusting himself with the paw he held the cat in. Making sure to grind himself against the feline before bringing him back up to chest level. "Everything works out for everyone."
At first he sat back in his computer chair but it rocked back and wasn't as comfortable as he would've liked. He wanted this moment to be perfect... It just didn't give him the position he wanted to so he got up and tried his bed. But it sagged down and he couldn't get a good view between his legs. First the chair was too hard and now the bed too soft. But laying the blanket out on the floor and taking a seat on it, he found it to be just right. The hard floor wasn't very comfortable but the blanket helped with that. It was flat and even. He found that even when he rested back on an arm he could see the cat between his legs perfectly.
He folded his legs down making a butterfly with them. If the cat tried to run away he'd be able to slam his legs down, which he did once as a warning. It was perfect. His groin rested right in front of the cat and Tim could rest back, staring down his body at him. He couldn't help but smile seeing this sight.
"What am I suppose to do?" The cat asked looked up at him. He was shivering and not from the cold.
"Oh come now. You should know what I want?" The mouse trailed a finger down to his gut. "Or I could always skip ahead to dinner." He patted his belly that jiggled at the force. The cat jumped stepping quickly closer to him.
The bobcat didn't notice the pungent smell before but being this close it was rather hard to miss. A long day of school had left him smelling like a used jock strap. Reaching out his paws timidly he was glad to feel that it wasn't sweaty at least. But the loose furry sack's loose skin defiantly didn't feel right. It was loose, thin and warm. Pressing just a little more his paw slipped making him fall muzzle first between the orbs catching them both by surprise.
Tim leaned back murring softly as he brought a paw down to press him more into his sack. The warm body squirmed only further fueling the lust that was building in the mouse. He rested back a bit more until he was on his back. Pressing the bobcat further agianst his now hanging sack that barely wasn't touching the ground. His murred deepened as the cat crawled up onto him. Pulling and tugging at his sack with all four paws as his body pressed tightly against him. It hurt slightly but that only aroused him more. No gain without a little pain he always said.
His sheath was still half empty, having forced himself to calm down. The cat got up onto the base of his sheath. Unsure what to do from there he looked up at the mouse for some confirmation but he was lazed out still rubbing his sack enjoying himself. The cat had half the mind to make a run for it but he doubted he could get far enough away and he really didn't want to be mouse food. Nothing else came to mind. So with a blank mind he crawled up his groin a little more, straddling the sheath that sunk to his weight. He could feel the semi hard mouse under him which sent shivers up his spine. The smell around him rose from that groin like a desert heat, almost visible to the naked eye. The warmth of it began to arouse him with that smell. So warm between his legs, from the sheath he was straddling. His paws dug into the curly fur around him and pressed against the flesh that was so soft. It felt damp to the touch from the muskiness of it. The small movement of the smaller critter wasn't lost on the mouse who peered down at him with a smirk. It only further aroused him and increased that scent forming in the air around them.
The cat was investigating the opening to the sheath. Sniffing at it and frizzed out. If it was him he would want his head to be pleasured. That way it'd be done that much faster and he'd be cured and he could go his merry way after pounding the mouse in first...yet staring into the dark hole he wasn't able to get a good view of the head. He would have to go in to finish this job...
Gulping loudly he proceeded. Sticking his head inside and causing both of them to gasp. The feel of the intrusion was defiantly interesting, unique and the fieldmouse had only felt it once or twice by himself with his finger. Things were always better with another. The cat was astounded by the fleshy walls and heat pouring around him as if he had crawled into an oven. He pulled back but the sheath kept tightly around his neck like a turtle neck sweater. So with no option of going back he pushed himself further inside making the mouse groan as his sheath stretched to accommodate the new passenger inside. It buldged larger than he thought it could, glad for the stretchiness of it as well as the small size of the cat. Any bigger and who knows what would've happened.
The cat's toes vanished as he slid down the shaft inside. Curling around it as if it were a stripper pole and he a stripper. It pulsed at his touch and felt hot, burning almost like an oven top. Yet he rubbed his face agaisnt it feeling that warmth all over his body. It was tight in here and the very walls hugged against him as he squirmed around trying to get comfortable, to fit better and doing so only made the mouse shift more. The bulge in his sheath was a sight and he licked his lips as he pressed a finger over the lip trapping the cat inside. He had always wanted the cat inside him, though this wasn't what he had in mind.
He could feel the bobcat trying to get out of it pawing at the walls and pushing against it with his legs but Tim wanted it to last. He bucked his hips bouncing the bulge and the feel made him gasp, closing his eyes. The bobcat breathed heavily, beginning to perspire all over. Oxygen was becoming faint and his lungs began to burn for it and yet the smell, heat around him made him groan in an uncontrolled pleasure. But the excitement was too much and the building force finally sprung free, the cool air making both of them gasp. Tim gasped at the sudden chill to his tender meat and the cat for fresh air. Tim could feel the cat holding onto his head as he popped out like a jack in a box. Bouncing with his head and weighing it down like an anchor. It felt...amazing.
The bobcat wasn't sure what to do but the arousal seemed to have gotten himself going. Being trapped in that hot musky place of living flesh made his fur droop with sweat as he breathed heavily. The smell may not have been his own but the smell of sex was still the smell of sex no matter who you were.
A scratchy tongue licked his slit making the mouse gasp. "Oh, earger aren't we?" He grinned looking down at the cat now who was still licking and teasing his head. He didn't even need to ask or tell him. Like he was born to serve and that only further curled his tail as he watched the show.
The cat wasn't even hesitating as he went ahead, willingly licking that head. His toes curled inwards at that second touch. That scratchy tongue pulled just enough on his tender slit lips that he shivered, groaning and arching his back a bit. It wasn't like anything he had felt before. He may have pawed every night for the past two years but in the end he was still a virgin no matter how many things he shoved up his tail hole. And the first lips to touch his sweet flesh had to be the man he was pinning over for so long.
His mouth felt dry as he licked his lips forcing himself not to paw. Wanting to so badly at the weight wrapped around his head. His hind legs had curled around the end of his head, underneath that mushroom head. It was hard to tell but he knew without even looking that the cat was humping against it. His whole body humping him. For a real prune about gays this cat was more than willing to hump another guys cock.
Tim scratched the sheets as he took another sharp breath, panting now heavily. His tail whipped out as another jolt of pleasure shot through him making his cock jump. Pre leaked from his head dripping down the cats body and along his shaft to his sack.
He couldn't take it anymore as he wrapped a paw around the cats slick body and began rubbing himself off using the cat as extra friction. The feel made him pre even more and he was close enough already to finish. But where was the justice in that?
So Tim sat up still rubbing himself as he crossed his legs. He stood, peeling the sticky cat from his head who looked nearly like a drown rat...again a perfect metaphor for him. His cock was rigged, thick and long sticking up proudly between his legs ontop of that large sack. The way he sat made his cock sit almost perfectly straight upwards and it was the perfect angle for what he had in mind. His friend had done it before and told him how. He was more of a guy to stick things up his rear then down his cock though.
"In you go." He breathed licking his lips slowly and looking down at the cat sticking to his paw.
The cat looked up at him with wide eyes but he was dripping and it wasn't from Tim's pre.
"Just act like your taking a dive, arms first. Then you'll just slide down. I'll jerk you an your back out as good as new, if a little worst for wear." He panted looking at the cat. This was going to happen rather he liked it or not. He always wanted to try this but never found the perfect...object to do it with.
The cat looked down at the head then back up at him with a soft meow he asked, "and then I'll be cured?"
"Oh sure you will." Tim answered willing to say anything to get him to do what he hoped for.
So the cat nodded his mind going blank again and lust taking over. He was pawing himself off as the mouse angled him above him. He pointed down with his arms in front of him not even thinking of what was happening as his paws touched that slit.
At first he pushed against it. Feeling it with his fingers before pulling it open. The small gesture caused Tim to murr deeply before groaning as the his paws and wrists disappeared inside him. His arms soon followed. There was resistance and the tunnel was almost too small for him to fit but it stretched as both arms were forced in as the mouse slowly lowered him down. He was getting in there one way or another and Tim had no means of stopping now.
He tilted his head up trying not to think of what he was feeling. Slick, smooth and yet sticky walls that squeezed around him as it took a 'breath' and quivered as it relaxed to let him flow more smoothly down. He dipped his head took a large breath, closed his eyes before his head was soon gone. Front, back side to side the whole walls around him squeezed his head mercilessly making him think his ears were going to pop. It smelled so strong, felt so tight and the only sound he heard was of the mouse above him. His raspy breaths but mainly that heart beat that thundered around him as the living flesh around him gorged on it's pumping blood. Hot and humid he only perspired more slickenng himself up to make the tight slide easier for the fieldmouse above.
He was panting his tongue drooping out as he huffed away with a deep blush on his face; it filled his ears and made his tail look even more pink as blood moved to more important parts of his body. His legs were out straight and his cock was pulsing between his legs as the cat slowly slid further inside him. It was tight yet felt so amazing. The movement and kicking of the cats legs that had began soon after his chest was consumed, was the perfect stimulation for the sensitive lips devouring him.
Tim pressed a finger on the end of those paws and slowly slid him further in...until his finger touched the head of his rock hard dick. He let out a content sigh and groaned as he fell onto his back. Just like before with his sheath he kept his finger over the opening as if to make sure the cat couldn't escape. But he could feel him slowly sliding further into him and knew without a proper release would be stuck inside.
That made him giggil as he turned onto his side. The cat was inside him. Actual inside his cock that bulged fat around the middle where he was. To think that this man was in him made his fur stand on end, shivers running down his arms as goosebumps formed. "Inside me," he giggiled for whatever reason rubbing his belly.
He rolled back over looked down at his cock. It was growing slightly limp and the bulge had moved further down. The movements of the cat had slowed and he was sure he would loose conciousness soon. But looking down at the bulge...feeling it with a finger and giving it a good stroke he was conflicted. He could just let it slowly slide down, fully inside him and live the rest of his days with that knowledge. And yet his toes still curled and his sack drooped between his legs.
"To finish or not to finish, that is the question." He ponder as he played with himself lightly. He wrapped a paw around his base making sure that lump couldn't go any further down.
He kept his paw clamped around his base as he slowly got up, woddling over to the desk and fishing around in one of the drawers before pulling out a cock ring he had gotten on the net. He moved his hand away slowly feeling himself quiver, the lump sliding a little more inside. He placed the ring a half inch below that bump. It was just tight enough that he knew he wouldn't be able to continue onwards. Yet loose enough that blood could flow. The cool steel didn't feel that bad either against his hot flesh.
Tim took several breaths cooling himself off and adjusted himself as need before his flacid member finally crawled back into his sheath. Naked he took a seat in his chair flicking his screen back on.
The screen displayed a picture of the yearbook. A streaming version others could see. He took the mouse and slowly dragged it along the picture until he found the bobcat in the middle of the football team; it was their team photo after all. And slowly he crossed the cat out forming a black X over him. He slid back in his chair looking at the picture was an amused smirk. More then half of the members had been crossed out and even now as he watched he saw another being crossed out. Most likely from his bud in chemistry who had helped him with the secret muffin recipe.
He felt a stir in his groin and moaned very softly. "Ok, ok. I'll let you out." He mumbled opening up another draw and pulling out a masturbator and slid back in the chair; popping the clear case open he slid himself into it, his member having sense what was to come already having slid itself free.
He closed it around himself gasping at the soft, cool gel surface inside. Before pumping himself off. He didn't slow down and just went to town like he had done so many nights before. His girth slowly sealed the entrance shut as his length filled it hole creating the perfect suction as he jerked himself off.
Tim leaned back in the chair and closed his eyes, breathing rather evenly as he bit his lower lip. Giving a few good humps and good thrust he pulled back gasping as his sack tightened against him, his member quivering against the cool steel cock ring still there and bring a paw daw just in time he clipped it off. The pressure building up within finally releasing his cock jerking back, the suction of the gel around his head finishing the job as he unloaded inside.
He could feel the bulge cause resistance before it too was carried away with the stream, deposited in the tubing. Tim breathed several times as his thoughts came back to him and pleasurable bliss slowly died. His sack still clung to his body as the last remnants were squeezed out. He pumped himself once or twice to make sure he was truly empty before resting back.
He unclipped the side and brought it down between his groin opening it up and letting himself slide free. His slick member retreating to the saftey of his sheath once more. "Oh good, still breathing." The fieldmouse cooed bringing the contraption up to his lips and taking a long slurp of the contents inside. The cream covered cat was truly...delicious.
The bobcat coughed several times looking up at him weakly. "So...cure?" He asked coughed a bit layng in a puddle of the mouses spooge still.
"Oh, sweety." The moused cooed softly. "There never was a cure, silly." The cats ears fell back as his eyes widened. "We're going to win the nobel prize for science with our shrinking formula. We're going to be rich and famous and you, my small little friend, are going to be stuck the way you are." The mouse slowly shut the lid. "Night, night. I'll see you bright and early in the morning for some more."
It clicked shut and he got up swaying his hips back and forth glad to have a new toy to his collection...