The following dark story has themes of non-consent, abuse and deep humiliation as well as other themes. If such content offends you, please do not read. This is an erotic FICTION story not meant as any sort of political or societal protest. It is for entertainment purposes only.
"Fuck off beta," I write my reply to the Nerd's message on the IM service. Then so he can't reply, I exit the program, leaving my reply as the end of the conversation. It'll show me as offline and won't let him send the message, making him even more upset.
"Fucking nerd," I laugh as slip my cell back in my pocket. He wishes he was an alpha male like myself. A real man that isn't scared of anything, instead of the nerdy little shit he is, where he fawns over Pokemon or something else that's stupid. Where he complains about people like me because he wishes he could be me.
The little nerd reached out over Facebook IM, asking me to apologize for bullying him back in college. I laughed at the thought, first telling him that college was like 4 years ago, that we both are almost thirty, so to get over it.
But he kept on demanding and demanding, saying how I made his life hell and he could probably have me arrested for some of the things I did. So I had to put him in his place. I reminded him what a weak loser he is, even now. That he got bullied because he deserved it, like all pathetic betas do. That if his life sucks and he can only score with women that are as big as a house, it's because he's a pathetic loser, not because of anything I did.
I hadn't thought of that Nerd in such a long time. To be honest, I didn't even know his name until I saw it on the IM. His name is probably the best part, because it's Gaylord. It fits him perfectly.
My chuckle at his name turns into a true laugh as I remember things I did to him. I pushed him into the women's restroom more times than I can remember. Any time I saw him near one, I would force him inside because he was so small. Once, one of the girls inside actually called campus security on him, but he managed to convince them he was pushed inside. But, as he's a fucking coward, he was too scared to tell them who pushed him inside.
Oh, I remember the time he was talking to that one girl that you could tell he liked. He got all excited and nervous whenever she came around. Since she wasn't my type, I didn't want to fuck her, so I did the next best thing and pulled down his shorts and underwear so she got a clear shot at his tiny cock. Did it right in the middle of the food court, where everyone could see.
Or maybe the best one yet, the time I got drunk and found him as he was walking back to the dorms from class. I made him take off all his clothes behind a building, as I threatened to beat him up like never before. I had beat him tons of times, but this time I promised to send him to the hospital if he didn't do it. So the Nerd stripped down and I threw his clothes into a gutter. I left him behind that building like that, laughing at how pathetic he looked having to use his hands to cover his junk.
"What a fucking beta," I say out loud in my apartment. With a smile on my face, I walk into the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror. Seeing my reflection makes me smile as I know what I'm saying about the beta is true. That beta wishes he was me. With my fit, tall body, blue eyes and perfect hair, I'm just about perfect. And that Nerd is always going to be a short, plump little hobbit.
"Hey dick, it's time to go get laid," I say looking down towards my package, then burst into laughter. It's Halloween night after all. One of the few nights a year that it is super easy to get laid with any choice female. Tonight all manner of stupid cunts come out, dressed as slutty as they can be, getting themselves plastered. They practically beg you to fuck them. Hell, last year even managed to have a threesome, even if they weren't exactly into it.
I walk out of my apartment after checking how I look one more time. As I begin to drive to my favorite dive bar, I consider wearing a costume. Normally I do wear one on Halloween, even if it is a poor attempt at one. At the moment I'm really not in the mood so I put on a tight muscle shirt and skinny jeans, which makes me look hotter than most people can handle.
Wearing a costume is just stupid. Only nerds do it, as they plan for days what they are going to wear, making special pieces and wasting money. It's dumb. It's stupid.
Thinking of costumes makes me think of the first time I met the Nerd. From the very beginning I knew he was a loser. He made the mistake to go to a Halloween party at the frat. He was all decked out in some stupid anime character, being super proud of it and showing off. And he spent like twenty minutes trying to tell me how you are supposed to wear a costume on Halloween due to the "old rituals."
I made the mistake to ask what in the hell he was talking about. He went on some gay speech that Samheim or some evil force roams on Halloween and the only way to hide from him is to wear a costume. That if you don't, he's able to make your worst nightmare a reality because he loves to punish the wicked. It was all so stupid. That's why he ended up with his head in the toilet as me a few others made it a party game for the entire night.
I pull into the dive bar, which is already packed. Perfect. I knew it was going to be crazy busy, and it didn't disappoint. When it's busy, it gives you an easier chance of bagging some slut. And on Halloween, it's so easy to get yourself an 18 year old. Maybe even a virgin that will let you do whatever you want because she doesn't know the difference. All because they get to wear a costume.
I park and step out of my car, making sure my clothes look alright. Then I start to walk towards the bar, which I can hear the music from where I am. But something makes me stop. I'm not sure why I stop, but it feels like something isn't right.
This happens sometimes. I just feel something is off and have to stop. A few times it's saved my life, such as an asshole running a red light, or a guy about to rob someone, to which they robbed the person in front of me. My grandma used to say it's because I got the "third eye" and I needed to be careful. That it could make me a target of dark things if I didn't watch it. But she was an senile old bat that got stuffed into a nursing home.
The bad feeling I get gets a little bit stronger when I notice the parking lot is empty of people. I mean, there are tons of cars parked here, but there's no one out. On nights like tonight, there are normally tons of people in the parking lot. Mostly to drink booze from their cars instead of buying them from the bar, but tonight it's empty. Completely empty.
It's dark too. Like, darker than normal. Sure, it's almost 9 pm and is nighttime, but the sky is super dark. Like unable to see a single star sort of dark. It's to the point that it feels like the lights in the parking lot are here to chase the dark away. It's almost scary.
It makes me remember a story I was told that happened here. Some dumb bitch got herself raped here, or so she claims. Said it was supernatural. That the ones that did it couldn't be human. It's of course crap, which some bitch needing some attention super bad.
