The Underclassman

All Hallows' Eve Mischievousness

When Abby walked into calculus class that Monday she could immediately see how tired Mick appeared. "You look worn-out," she said as she sat down next to him. "I thought you didn't work late at the bar on Sundays?" Abigail asked him. "I don't,"

"I was just up late cramming for all the upcoming midterms," Mick responded.

"That reminds me," Abby shot back, "I'm free tomorrow night. Do you want to get together and study?"

"Sure, that would be good," replied Mick.

"Clear your calendar for Thursday night though," stated Abby. "It's the night of the big Halloween bash at the student union."

"Yeah, about that," Mick said hesitantly.

Abby looked at Mick for a moment with her mouth slightly agape before asking with a tone of disappointment in her words, "You're not going?" Mick didn't say a word. "But Zoe is going and so is Jimmy," said Abby.

"Jimmy," thought Mick to himself, "Why wouldn't I want to go hang out with Mr. Personality instead of hitting the bars for beers and women in hot costumes throwing inhibition to the wind?"

"Well, a few of the guys from the gym invited me to go to The Boulevard," Mick told his friend, "I was thinking about joining them."

Abby let out a breath of exasperation. "Seriously?" she asked annoyed. Mick could see she was very unhappy with him. Abby turned away from him but laid on the guilt trip by saying, "Didn't think my friends would abandon me when I could really use their support. I've worked really hard on this event." Mick didn't know how to respond and sighed quietly to himself.

"I don't even have a costume anyway," Mick to Abby, interrupting the sudden awkward silence.

She spun back around and exclaimed "Don't worry, I have it taken care of for you."

Mick raised an eyebrow and asked suspiciously, "Oh you have?"

"I do," said Abby, "I got all of us costumes." Her proclamation made Mick anxious.

"Zoe is going as the Statue of Liberty," Abby announced.

"A little short to pull that off don't you think?" Mick asked under his breath before snidely suggesting, "Wouldn't wallflower be a more suitable costume?"

Abby frowned and poked Mick in his side with her finger. "Be nice!" Abby proclaimed, defending her roommate, "She's a nice person."

"I know, I know," replied Mick, "Just kidding."

"What are you and Jimmy going as?" Mick asked gingerly.

"Oh!" Abby said rather excitedly, "We are going as Raggedy Ann and Andy."

Mick closed his eyes tightly while grimacing. Even though he did not think much of Jimmy, he was embarrassed for him and felt some empathy for what he would probably have to endure. "Pretty damn emasculating," he thought to himself. "Did you run that past Jimmy first?" asked Mick.

His disapproval was obvious to Abby. "What's wrong with it?" she replied defensively, "I think we will look cute together."

Mick stared for a moment at Abby before inquiring, "Let me guess, there is an award for best couple's costume, isn't there?"

"Yeah, so what?" She continued defensively. Mick put his hands up and said nothing, trying to gracefully end the conversation which he successfully did just in time as the instructor entered the room and began the lecture.

"Wait!" Mick suddenly let slip, piercing the silence and surprising several nearby students including Abby who turned and looked at him. Mick leaned over to quietly speak to her and being mindful of his volume whispered, "What did you get for me?"

Abby sat back up in her chair and turned to face the front of the lecture hall as a smile came across her face. Mick could see her scribble something on the edge of her notepad which she slid over to him. "Bed sheet -- Eunuch -- Don't you remember?" was written on the paper. Annoyed, Mick shoved the pad back at her.

A minute later Abby once again pushed her notepad over to Mick. She had scratched-out her previous words and wrote, "I got you Batman." "Batman," pondered Mick. "Guess that's not so bad. Hope the utility belt has a pocket flask built into it," he thought to himself.

Mick collected his costume from Abby after their study session on Tuesday night and hung it on the back of his door. "Must be pretty nice," he thought, as it came in a protective suit bag. Between classes, studying and work, he did not have a chance to look at it until Thursday evening just prior to the party.

After downing a couple of rum and cokes in his room Mick sighed heavily and went to put on his getup. "Let's get this over and get on with the evening," he thought to himself as he unzipped the bag. He reached in the bag and found a dark blue boot in the bottom of the bag which he dropped on the floor. Next he retrieved a yellow utility belt and tossed it over on his bed. Then he found the hood.

Mick pulled the flimsy mask out and examined it for a second before looking again at the boot on the floor and the belt on his bed. "Looks kind of chintzy," he said out loud. He appreciated that Abby had taken the time, not to mention the expense, to rent him a costume but this was not what he presumed he would find in the garment case.

He took the bag off the door hook and slipped the hangers free from their container removing the costume. Mick glanced quickly at the dark blue satin cape before turning the garments around to see the rest. "Oh shit!" he shouted, as he spied a yellow, oblong circle with a bat silhouette inside it adorning the chest of the costume. Instead of the modern, muscular, rubber-type suit which the character had worn in the modern movies, this tacky costume was reminiscent of the 1960's television show.

"You have to be fucking shitting me!" Mick shouted once again to an empty room, as this was not what he was expecting at all. Agitated, he ran his fingers through his hair before returning the outfit to the back of his door. He walked over and sat on his bed, leaned forward and placed his head in his hands in disbelief. Mick wasn't thrilled about going to the party to begin with, but having to go in this costume was more than he thought he could stomach. He got up and made himself another drink. For several moments he pondered the repercussions of not going to the event while banging back his cocktail, but the look of disappointment on Abby's face that previous Monday kept creeping into his mind.

After several minutes of contemplation, he had talked himself into putting in an appearance and figured that after half hour or so he would quietly slip out of the party for a quick change before heading to The Boulevard to find his buddies. Mick donned the outfit and looked in the mirror. The suit was very tight but he had the body to actually pull it off. He could see that the outfit accentuated every muscle including the one between his legs. There just was no getting around it. Mick had nothing to be ashamed of but was embarrassed by his own outward display nonetheless.

Mick walked into the student center on a mission to find Abby as soon as possible so he could start the clock running for countdown in his mind to finding the exit. As he roamed throughout the party in his search, he noticed more than a few people gawking at him and even though most of them were girls, he still felt very self-conscious.

A familiar voice from behind shouted, "Hey there caped-crusader!" Mick spun around to see the whole group walking towards him--Abby, Jimmy and Zoe.

"Hey," he said unenthusiastically.

"What's wrong?" Abby asked.

"Nothing," Mick replied again in a dispassionate tone.

"You look great," Abby replied as she thrust a cup of punch in his hand. Out the corner of his eye, Mick could tell that Zoe was checking him out from below the belt which made him feel even more self-conscious than before.

"Thanks," he flatly replied to Abby for giving him the drink. Before he could say another word she looked past him and said,

"Ooh, I see Mark. I need to talk to him about tonight's festivities." And with that she was gone.

There was a long moment of silence as no one wanted to be the first to break the awkwardness. "Well at least you got Batman," Jimmy interjected.

"What?" Mick asked annoyed

"Wish I had got your costume," Jimmy replied.

"Grow some balls then," entered Mick's mind as he surveyed Jimmy in his Raggedy Andy getup, but he bit his tongue and said nothing. Agitated, Mick swallowed his Solo cup of punch before mumbling, "I need to go hit the head," and walking off.

Mick walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He felt ridiculous and was tense. He took his utility belt and gloves off and laid them on the counter before entering a stall and closing the door. Mick could not use a urinal because he had to pull his tights and brief down too far and didn't want to be standing there with his ass hanging out while peeing. "Christ," he said to himself. "It's a major production just to take a piss in this suit."

The drinks had caught up with him and he never thought he would finish going. He adjusted his suit so everything was properly in place and walked out to wash his hands. As he did, Mick noticed that his utility belt was not on the counter where he left it with his gloves. He looked on the floor under the sinks and then searched around the men's room. "I know I haven't had that much to drink," he announced aloud to what was apparently an empty bathroom. He checked inside his stall for the belt before checking all the rest. "Damn it," he bellowed. "There must have been some drunk or asshole in a stall when I came in and they took it," he thought to himself.

He bolted out the door and began to walk through the party hoping to catch the person who had snatched his belt. As he searched, he noticed that the eye candy at the event was not bad at all. There were tons of females dressed as schoolgirls, cheerleaders, and adorned in other assorted slutty outfits.

Mick saw one girl dressed as a French maid and decided to wander over for a closer look. As he neared she spun around and Mick could see it was Whitney Harrington. "Whoa," he said under his breath. She looked stunning and Mick could immediately feel movement in his briefs so he quickly turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

He searched for another fifteen minutes but couldn't find the belt anywhere. Mick didn't know how he would tell Abby. His frustration started to turn to anger as he had enough of the party, so he left for his dorm to change into his clothes and catch up with his friends on the Boulevard.

When Mick returned to his dorm room and got undressed and was still seething. He hung his costume up on the back of his dorm room door and tried to put it out of his mind because he wanted to go out and enjoy the evening. Mick had just pulled on a pair of jeans when there was a knock at the door. He sighed, figuring that some of the girls in the dorm were either trick-or-treating or wanted him to buy them some alcohol for the evening. "I'm never getting to the bars," Mick thought to himself. He opened the door and was stunned by what he saw standing before him.

There in his doorway was a slender girl dressed in a Catwoman outfit. The one-piece lycra black body suit clung to every curve of her body and she had obviously forgone a bra. She was wearing knee-high stiletto heel boots and a mask with ears that covered most of her head and face. The beauty was leaning against his door frame with one arm and had one leg crossed in front of the other. "Meee-ooow," she let forth seductively.

Mick looked her up and down a few times before he realized that in her other hand she was holding his utility belt. "Where did you find that!" he exclaimed as he reached for the belt, but she immediately pulled the belt back away from his outstretching hand. Mick looked at her confused and the girl shot him a very sly smile.

"Don't you think you should invite me in and thank me appropriately?" she asked. Before Mick could reply, the mysterious visitor came sauntering into his room. He studied her tight, petite ass as she passed by as her costume left little to the imagination. Suddenly, his friends and The Boulevard were the furthest things from his mind.

Mick shut the door and said, "Thank you for returning it to me. How did you know it was mine?"

Continuing with her playful tone the girl turned and answered, "I know all about you. I know who you really are Batman."

Figuring she was role playing Mick replied, "Bruce Wayne?"

"No," she giggled. "You are Rogers Helmut Michel."

Mick was quite taken back at hearing the unknown girl recite his full name. He had never openly used it or disclosed to any of the other students what his actual name really was. Was this girl some sort of Facebook stalker he wondered? She would not have been able to discern his name from his page he was sure of. Did this girl work in the housing office? Was she the rude girl with the clipboard he met when he checked in at the dorm that first day? He wondered how she knew and as he pondered the possibilities he became a bit concerned about the alluring girl standing before him.

"How do you know my name?" he asked emphatically.

"I told you," she said, "I know all about you."

Mick examined her face carefully and tried to place her voice. She did not seem familiar to anyone he knew at school. "I have to apologize because I know nothing about you," he told her, "Can I ask your name?"

"Silly," she replied to him while laughing. The girl took a step towards Mick and whispered in his ear, "I'm Catwoman," which she followed with a gentle pur-r-r-r-r which made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"You never told me where you found my belt," Mick said to her.

"I found it on the sink where you put it," she answered.

"You stole my belt from the bathroom?" he asked incredulously.

She replied, "I admit, I am a very curious kitty, and you are a very naughty Batman, aren't you?"

"How so?" asked Mick.

"Oh, my curiosity got the best of me and I sifted through your utility belt. Very naughty indeed," she said in a seductive voice.

"I don't know what you are talking about," he protested.

The girl opened one of the pouches on the belt and withdrew a pair of furry handcuffs. "I know all crime fighters carry cuffs, but these look like they are meant more for fun," she told him.

Mick was speechless. He did not know if the cuffs had been in the belt the whole time or if his anonymous guest had placed them in there. She gently took hold of one of Mick's hands slowly raising it, and then positioned the cuff at his wrist. "Do you want to have some fun?" she asked him provocatively. Mick wasn't sure if he should be eager to find out where this was going, or be very concerned. The fact was he was both eager and concerned, and could not manage to utter one word because of it. Instead, Mick nodded signifying his consent.

The girl fastened the cuff around his one wrist and then the other, binding Mick's hands in front of him. She got down on her knees and began to rub her face against Mick's crotch while purring. He was only wearing his jeans and boxers, and it was not long before she had removed them both to below his knees so he was standing naked over playful minx. She began to gently use her hands and mouth on Mick and to no surprise his dick responded to her attention. She began to pick up her pace and Mick placed his bound hands on the top of her head out of convenience. He struggled to divine his new friend's identity but the mouth sliding up and down on his cock kept breaking his concentration.

He grasped her head the best he could with his constricted hands and began to thrust himself into her mouth. Mick could feel the zipper on the back of her mask and his curiosity got the best of him. The girl immediately stopped and stood up when he grabbed the zipper pull on the back of her mask.

"There's one rule tonight and one rule only," the girl said sternly, "My mask stays on and if you can't agree to that then I will be on my way." Mick nodded silently at her once more. "Very good," she replied, "but your misbehavior must be addressed so you learn your lesson and not do that again." The girl reached down and began to withdraw something long and thin from inside her boot. At first glance Mick took it to be a riding crop but soon discovered it was a cat o' nine tails. He thought to himself, "That figures."

"Get on the bed on all fours," the girl ordered in an authoritative manner as the sultry tone to her voice had suddenly vanished. Mick worried about what he might have gotten himself into as he hesitantly complied. His balls and half rigid dong hung freely between his legs and his anus was on full exhibit. He had never been so on display in front of another person before and it gave him an uneasy feeling.

The trepidations in Mick's mind were instantly vindicated when the first blow fell across his left haunch. His head bucked backwards and he groaned from the stinging pain. Before he had time to think a second stroke crashed into his right ass cheek causing him to wince and moan again. Mick barely had enough time to draw in a deep breath before the whip collided with his buttocks again. This time several of the knotted tails overshot their mark finding his testes instead. "FUCK!" Mick cried out as his head dropped and he took several, rapid, shallow breaths.

Mick had enough and was ready to say so when he could feel the girl dragging the cat o' nine tails up his back towards his shoulders. "I think you've learned your lesson so enough of that... for now," she whispered in his ear. He breathed a sigh of relief and started to roll over onto his side when she instructed, "No-no, stay right where you are. I want to make it feel better first." Mick had no idea what she had in store but hoped she was going to be true to her word.

The girl began to kiss Mick along his back and massage the back of one of his thighs. Sliding her hand up the inside of his leg she found his balls and began to tenderly massage them. At the same time she had worked her mouth down between the cleft of his ass and began to tongue his backdoor. She rimmed him several times before working her mouth and tongue slowly down his perineum. Mick was caught off guard by how stimulating it was to have her touching him in that manner, in that area of his body. These sensations were new to him and very exhilarating, and he let out a blissful, "Ahh... ooh," in response.

She wrapped her hand around Mick's balls, squeezing them firmly before pulling them back to her mouth. Her tongue fluttered all over his scrotum before she took one nut completely in her mouth to suck on it. Sliding her hand forward between his legs she began to pet Mick's cock as her tongue traveled back up his perineum before once again landing in his ass cleft. The girl's wet tongue alternated between circling his perimeter and trying to invade his opening. Mick could feel her hot breath on his crack as she probed him with her oral muscle. He was surprised how highly aroused he was from her endeavors and his legs started to quiver as a result.

The girl put her hand on his hip and pushed him over onto his back. Mick cringed from the pain caused by rolling onto his welts from the whipping. She grabbed his firm cock and began to attack it with her mouth and hand again. With his arms rendered useless by the shackles he craned his neck attempting to watch her. He struggled to see her mouth and hand sliding up and down his shaft. She had long fingernails painted with tiger stripes but Mick noticed the nail on her right ring finger seemed much shorter than all the rest.

Mick followed her with his eyes as she swung her legs over the bed and began to remove her boots. The girl could feel his gaze upon her as she stood up to face Mick before pulling the zipper down to her navel and removing her arms from the suit. Mick admired her small but firm, pointed breasts and tight form. It was obvious he liked what he saw and she smiled in return. The girl turned her back to him and shoved the costume down over her ass. Mick caught a flash of a tattoo on her lower back as she bent over to push the suit the rest of the way down her slender legs. It looked like some kind animal paw and it took him a moment to realize it was a cat paw print. "That figures too," he thought further.