Natalie’s Defeat

Natalie's small, soft, delicate hand trembled as she reached towards the thick, veiny, angrily throbbing cock. She had done this before, of course, but this time, it was particularly humiliating.

Natalie was not your average American 18-year-old. Her family had immigrated from Thailand when she was young. Her mother struggled to raise her and her sister alone, scraping by in cramped apartments on the wrong side of town.

But Natalie was too bright and stubborn to settle for survival. She threw herself into school, taking every extra credit assignment she could find, staying late, and studying harder. Natalie wasn't just trying to get good grades. She was clawing her way out.

Eventually, it paid off. She landed a place at Eastwick Prep, a school with old money, manicured lawns, and last names that opened doors. It wasn't just another school--it was a different world. Of course, her background was a point of derision for her classmates, even still she was still able to gain a reputation for being very smart and quite popular; but naturally, she would hear such things as 'uppity chink' or 'trailer park trash' in hushed tones from certain people as she walked down the halls.

Natalie thanked God they did not know the whole truth.

Her schoolwork was important, but it didn't pay the bills. While her classmates went home to private tutors and marble kitchens, Natalie took the bus back across town. The family still needed to be supported, so every spare hour she had was taken up working for her family business--a small, rather dingey-looking massage parlor her mother was able to purchase after years of saving. Recently, her family had fallen on particularly hard times, and her mother had started offering 'full body' massages. At first, Natalie was not involved, but as the family needed more money to stay afloat, she had on occasion been told to give such a service

Natalie could balance her double life for the most part; she lived and worked miles away from anywhere her preppy classmates would ever dare to visit. That was, of course, until she ran afoul of Chase Whitmore.

Chase Whitmore was your typical preppy douchebag, tall and slim with neatly parted hair and a face sharp enough to seem handsome in the proper lighting. His blazer never wrinkled, his loafers always shined. He spoke with the confidence of someone who'd never been told no, tossing out lines like "My dad's on the board" with a smirk.

Natalie's presence at Eastwick had always annoyed Chase, who was more used to being served by her kind than treating them as equals. Things came to a head when they both decided to run for student president, Natalie because she knew how much it would do for work prospects, and Chase just because he felt entitled to the role.

Finding themselves in a close race, they were both scheduled to give a speech in front of the whole school next week. Knowing that the school, as traditional as it was, would still love to boast a 'lower income, Asian female' as its president, Chase decided to do what he should have done from the start: play dirty.

He hired an investigator to find any information they could on the girl. Chase was expecting some green card shenanigans or a tax violation or two. What he found out, he could hardly believe.

The information took him all the way across town to the run-down building offering massages.

He was greeted by a very attractive older Asian woman who asked him what he wanted.

Chase looked at the board and Inquired about the 'full body massage.'

"Good choice, fifty dolla" the woman responded in broken English.

"And would I be able to pay extra," he asked, "for a really satisfying massage."

"Of course," the woman said, "twenty dolla more."

Chase reached into his wallet and pulled out a crisp $100 bill. "Keep the change," he said. I can't stand small bills."

As he handed the money over, he caught a glimpse of a petite Asian girl entering 'room three,' he could not be sure, but he had a strong feeling that it was Natalie.

"Room three," he said. "I can wait, but I want room three."

Natalie was just beginning her shift. She prepared the oil and towels and lit the candles.

Her mother walked in and explained that they had a 'big spender' coming in next and to 'make sure he is satisfied.'

Natalie knew what this meant. She mentally prepared herself to disassociate, but she could never prepare herself for who was about to walk through her door.

"Hello, Natalie," Chase said with a smirk

Natalie's heart sank as she swallowed deeply.

Maybe he doesn't know, she thought. Perhaps he's just here for a regular massage. But why here? Of all places--why here?

Chase looked around the grimy little room, curling his lip.

Natalie lowered her eyes as she realized that Chase was judging her, seeing how she lived. She was lost for words as Chase removed his jacket and threw it on the chair beside the massage table.

"Well, let's get started, shall we?" Chase said commandingly as he undressed.

Natalie stood motionless beside a slight nod of her head.

Chase removed his clothes and stood proud and completely naked in the room. The ease of his nakedness showed his contempt for her; he stood with hands on his hips, his soft cock and balls on full display.

Still with her head bowed, Natalie searched around her to find a towel and offered it to Chase. Even though her eyes were looking down, she still caught a glimpse of Chase's flaccid cock.

About four inches in length and three around, It protruded slightly out from his neatly trimmed black pubes. Natalie could sense its warmth just by seeing it. His balls hung down past the point of the tip of his penis, not too tight, not too saggy.

The juxtaposition of his slim, preppy, meticulously maintained body with his animalistic cock and balls was enough to set off the alarm bells of arousal in Natalie, even despite her current humiliating situation.

Chase rolled his eyes and took the towel from her. He wrapped it around his waist.

"On here?" Chase asked, gesturing toward the massage table.

"Yes," replied Natalie.

Chase climbed onto the table face down and groaned as he settled in.

"I'm carrying a lot of tension in my shoulders," he said. "it's been a very stressful time at school, although you know all about that,"

"Yes, of course," Natalie responded as she warmed up the massage oil in her hands.

She reached out and began to massage Chase's shoulders

"Mmm, that's it..." he said

Any thought of this being a regular massage went out the window with the next words out of his mouth:

"...Good slut"

Natalie's heart pounded in her chest; she was trapped. This boy had discovered her secret. Not only would refusing him cost her family much-needed money, but it could also lead to the shutdown of her family business and her expulsion from school.

"You know, I always thought you were a bit uppity; how right I was, seeing you now, here, this makes much more sense...this is where you belong," Chase said in between moans of satisfaction.

"That old bitch outside, the one who so happily took my money, I assume she's a relative? Although maybe not, you do all look the same," He asked

"My mom," replied Natalie

Chase chuckled. "of course, maybe I'll have to try her next."

Natalie was frozen in fear; only her hands moved, rubbing and gripping Chase's privileged shoulders. A sick despair came over her. This cocky, arrogant boy, the type she had fought all her life to prove her self-worth against, was openly discussing her mother like she was a sex toy and she could do nothing about it. Even worse was the dread of what was next.

Natalie worked her hands in and around his toned shoulders as he lay there, head to the side, smiling up at her.

"How about we move on to my legs," Chase said.

Natalie did what she was told. She moved down Chase's body and slowly rubbed her rival's thighs up and down as he groaned.

"You are good. You must do this a lot," Chase said with unmistakable judgment.

Natalie did not respond. Now was the time in the massage she would usually begin to slowly work her hands up the client's thigh, gradually getting closer and closer to their balls. It was a dance Natalie had grown accustomed to, but this time, she could not find it in herself to do it. Her hands hovered on his upper thighs, not straying underneath the towel.

"A little higher," Chase said. "This massage isn't feeling very 'full body,' and that is what I paid the big bucks for."

Natalie felt like she had no other option but to indulge him. Inch by inch moved her hands underneath Chase's towel each time he moved his ass up in the air, beckoning her further. She slipped her oiled-up hands between his thighs; she felt the warmth of his body as she reached further and further. Chase parted his legs and raised his ass into the air before lowering it back down, giving his rival access to and repositioning his growing cock.

Natalie's pinky finger was inches away from the boy's heavy ballsack. This was it. This was the moment of her humiliating defeat; with just one more slight movement of her finger, she would be Chase's whore, not in a figurative sense but in a very literal one; this boy would have used his money and privilege to have her touch his genitals.

Natalie's eyes began to well up; she paused momentarily before moving that last inch. The tip of her pinky finger lightly grazed the boy's balls. She felt the spongy flesh and the coarseness of his freshly shaven pubes.

It was such an intimate act, feeling a guy's balls in your hands, but Natalie had grown used to seeing it as nothing but business. This, however, was different. Somehow, it felt even more intimate than she thought possible.

Chase smiled, almost giddy. Not just because he was about to get his balls fondled by a cute Asian girl but because it was unequivocal proof of his superiority over her.

Natalie's pinky lingered for a moment that seemed like an eternity. Thoughts of all the struggles and the things she had been through to better herself raced through her mind. She took a shaky breath and steadied herself, ready to do what she knew was right, stand up to this bully by saying "no." But before she could, Chase spun around onto his front, the towel covering what now must be his full erection.

"Let's work on the chest," he said

Natalie was taken aback. Maybe he had second thoughts, too, she wondered. Or maybe he was just prolonging her torment. She at least saw it as a reprieve.

She moved above his head and placed her hands on his chest.

"Are you not even going to wash your hands," he asked. "They were just all over my sweaty balls. "

Her rebounding sense of pride splintered at his words, and the weight of humiliation crashed down on her. She longed for the floor to swallow her whole--anything to escape those unbearable words.

Before she could answer, Chase continued: "or do I need to pay you people extra to get you to wash?" he said condescendingly

Natalie ignored him and continued to massage the boy's pecs. She may have enjoyed feeling his smooth, toned chest and broad shoulders in another circumstance. Still, it again became abundantly clear what Chase's end game was. She looked down towards his midsection to see his cock bouncing up and down beneath the towel, doing that thing guys can do when they tense it. But for Natalie, it may as well have been a veiny metronome counting down to her defeat.

She suddenly realized while being lost in thought she had been staring at Chase's cock. She looked down towards Chase's now uncomfortably close face to see him staring back at her.

"Impressive, isn't it?" he said. "think of it this way, when you are jerking me off, it will be the closest thing you will ever come to wealth and power."

With that, he threw his towel aside. "Let's get rid of this, shall we," he said.

Looking her dead in the eyes and unflinching, he said the words that Natalie dreaded, "It's time to do what I paid you for ...whore" Chase said with particular venom on the last word.

A tremor ran through her as the last threads of defiance gave way. She lowered her head, shame burning through her, and submitted--because there was no other choice left.

Chase smiled, not breaking eye contact as her small, soft, delicate hand trembled, reaching towards his now thick, veiny, angrily throbbing cock. She had done this before, of course, but this time, it was particularly humiliating.

This wasn't a case of a quick rub to some old businessman or sex-starved husband for a few extra dollars; she could compartmentalize that; that was just a transaction; that was her offering a service for the sake of her family. This was more. This was truly degrading; she was about to openly pleasure her rival, a boy who stands for everything she hates. She was going to service him as he just laid back and relaxed, undoubtedly enjoying every excruciating moment of her defeat.

Natalie swallowed deeply and took hold of Chase's hard cock. Chase put his head back, smiling broadly as he felt her warm, oiled hand wrap around him.

"You know, I knew it was only a matter of time before you would be jerking me off: I assumed it would be drunkenly at some party, but this is much better," he said. "And to find out you are a professional cock pleaser..well, that's just the icing on the cake; maybe I'll have to get you to give Jessica some tips, or even better yet, I'll send Jessica down here, and you can pleasure her too."

Jessica was Chase's off-and-on again girlfriend, his equal in smugness and privilege.

"No, please," begged Natalie as she stopped stroking him

"What's wrong? I'm sure for the right money, you could please be a dyke as well as a whore. Maybe I'll get ur mom involved, and you two could service us side by side," he said

"Please don't tell anyone," pleaded Natalie

Thrusting his hips, motioning her to continue her work, "we will just have to see, won't we," he said.

Natalie's thoughts raced. Her only goal now was to end this torture as soon as possible. Still, she knew that to do this, she would have to work extra hard on pleasing Chase, in a way proving his point and giving him more satisfaction.

She poured more oil onto his hard cock, now standing a good 7 inches, and moved both her hands up and down his shaft. His balls bounced as he bucked his hips

"Yeah, that's it whore, be a good slut" he said. "Please me, please your superior, make me cum, make me cum, you fucking dirty, worthless, stupid slut; you think ur better than me? Well, look at you now, stroking my cock for money, a whore just like the rest of your worthless, inferior family."

Natalie could feel the same disdain in his cock as she could in his words. She furiously jerked him off. Her petit tits jiggled, and her arms tensed, and she began to sob uncontrollably.

Chase just laid back victoriously as Natalie continued to please him. He closed his eyes and listened to the slick sounds of the peasant girl jerking his cock like her life depended on it, his heavy balls slapping his thighs.

After a few minutes Chase could no longer hold back. The veins on his shaft pulsed, and the tip of his cock grew broader; his chest heaved, and his heart pounded.

Natalie knew the signs. She had seen them many times before. Chase was about to cum. She prepared herself to remove her hand and add some distance as soon as he did. The thought of having one drop of this boy's cum on her made her sick.

Suddenly he grabbed the back of her neck forcefully and pushed her face towards his groin, and with a loud grunt, wave after wave of triumphant seed flew out of Chase's cock and onto the disgraced and humiliated girl's face; thick globs hung onto her cheeks and nose, mixing with her own tears.

Chase let out a satisfied breath and relaxed back onto the table. His eyes closed as he reveled in his achievement. He opened them and saw beside him his rival, a girl he hated on a molecular level, dripping in his cum.

Natalie's eyes stung, her bully's cum working its way into her eyeball. Painful but nowhere near as harsh as the emotional pain she felt. She saw her whole life before her, not the one she had planned but feared. All that work she had done to better herself was gone. The crushing defeat and humiliation weighed on her as she stood motionless, Chase's still hot jizz on her face, her nose filled with the scent of his cum. Looking at Chase, his satisfied cock slowly softening, he lay on the table before her.

Chase rose from the table and got dressed as she wiped the tears and cum from her face.

He casually buttoned up his shirt and said, "Same time next week."

"Please, no," Natalie said. "I promise I'll drop out of the race to be student President if you don't tell anyone."

"Oh, I can't have that," said Chase with a shit-eating grin. "Not only will you not drop out, but I'm going to write the speech you give to the entire school next week, And I will be back here whenever I want. Otherwise, everyone will find out your secret."

Natalie nodded as Chase left the room; she felt a tingling of excitement, all these years fighting and working harder than anyone, maybe what she wanted deep down was to be told what to do, to be subservient