The Nerd Conquest Part TWo Read online

  In the box, Mark found a bluebird mask, a blue thong, a set of blue costume wings, and a pair of yellow and blue tennis shoes. In addition to wrapping Mark's costume in their school colors, Monica was making Mark dress up as a twisted version of their school mascot.

  Mark inspected the bird mask. It was more like a ski mask with bird eyes and a beak than a professional mascot head. He tried the concealment on. It fit snugly, and was very uncomfortable yet did not obscure his vision or limit his ability to breathe. He did like the idea of having his face covered up, especially if he was expected to wear the rest of Monica’s costume.

  Mark pulled the mask up his forehead so he could inspect the costume wings. He had no idea how he would even put them on until he saw a diagram clipped to one of the straps. The wings were basically triangle shaped pouches covered in fake feathers. To put one on, he had to crook his arm and slide his elbow in first. There was a grip at the edge of the material where his hand would press firmly against his shoulder and upper chest.

  “Well whadda we have here,” Lucy said as she stepped into the study room with Janice and Brooke. “Oh, my God. Monica really outdid herself on this one. Didn’t she?”

  “This is ridiculous,” Mark insisted. “I can’t wear this.”

  “Oh, but you will wear it,” Janice chimed in jovially. “This is going to be fucking awesome.”

  Brooke approached Mark and gently gripped his bicep. “You can do this, Mark,” she promised. Brooke casually shot him a wink and a nod. “After this, you’ll only have one more punishment left.”

  “Well, you better get ready, birdy boy,” Janice said sitting down in preparation for Mark’s quick change.

  Once Lucy and Brooke positioned themselves in the chairs surrounding Janice, Mark found himself once again disrobing for an audience. Consistent with previous experiences, Janice took the opportunity to record his wardrobe change on her phone.

  Perhaps preoccupied with the strange outfit and worried about his evening with Monica, Mark didn’t pay much mind to the three girls or to Janice’s videography. At this point, it was as if they were the audience watching him in a dark auditorium, and he was an on-stage actor pacing through his lines.

  Once completely naked, Mark slid into the blue thong. As far as he could tell, Monica picked out the smallest thong available. The pouch didn’t completely cover his dick, and the waistband felt like it would snap at any second.

  Mark put the shoes and bluebird mask on next. He was thankful to have his face covered even though the trio of girls knew exactly who he was. Mark then folded his arms in one at a time and slid them into the wing pouches. His limbs were now restricted to a flapping motion which was entirely appropriate for this particular bird costume and torture apparatus.

  “You better move, birdy boy,” Janice said. “You've only got five minutes. You don’t wanna keep Monica waiting. Do you?”

  “Just fly straight like the crow flies,” contributed Lucy with a smile. She opened the door for Mark with an arm extended toward the foyer.

  Mark crept through the foyer and into his least favorite hallway. A couple girls laughed hysterically as they saw his sexy bluebird costume. Not wanting to linger, he rushed past the girls and down the hall to Monica’s room. He didn’t even have to knock.

  “There you are,” Monica said opening the door for him. “That looks so fantastic on you. I was worried it wouldn’t fit.”

  Monica was wearing a knitted knee-length purple dress with a black belt and black heels. She was dressed more for a night on the town than for a few hours in her dorm room. Considering his own outfit, Mark wanted no part of a night on the town. Mark quickly stepped into Monica’s room; thankfully, she closed the door behind him.

  Monica motioned for Mark to sit down on her bed. “Just hang there a minute, Mark. We’ll get started soon enough.”

  “Started?” Mark asked. “What are we…?”

  Before Mark could finish the question, Monica left the room.

  Mark sat alone for almost thirty minutes. While he was grateful for the quiet, he desperately wanted to know what Monica had in store for him and where she had gone to. For all the waiting Mark had to do over the past week, he was no better at it. Not knowing what to expect was almost more than he could bear.

  Eventually, Mark heard Monica outside the door. She was talking to someone, and he recognized the other voice. “Oh shit,” Mark thought to himself. Monica was in the hallway with Tina. Monica had actually invited her younger sister. Mark felt like he was going to throw up. What if Tina recognized him? What if Tina told his stepsister about his predicament?

  For a moment, Mark looked at the window and considered whether escaping would even be a realistic option. From the sixth floor, he would be a bluebird diving to his death.

  Monica opened the door and stepped back into the room. Sure enough, Tina walked in right behind her older sister. Mark’s nightmare was coming true. When he had scheduled his evening with Monica, he specifically asked her not to tell Tina about his situation. Monica even promised him that she would keep his secret.

  Just as he was about to hyperventilate, Monica grabbed him by the bird mask and whispered in his ear. “My sister doesn’t know who you are. Don’t say anything, and you’ll make it through the night without her figuring it out.”

  Monica’s plan suddenly made sense to Mark. She had invited her younger sister to some kind of sex party with the school mascot, and he was going to play the mascot. Even with his mask, would Tina actually fail to recognize him? Growing up, she had spent as much time at his house as she had her own. Was a simple bird mask enough to protect his identity?

  “Holy shit,” Tina said looking up and down Mark’s body. “Your college is so much better than mine. Is this for real?”

  “Sure is,” Monica said. “Just remember, this is my game. I make the rules, Okay?”

  “No problem,” Tina responded positively. “Your fucking game. Your fucking rules.”

  Fortunately, Tina didn’t immediately recognize her best friend’s brother. Mark knew he had to play it cool. He couldn’t risk Tina figuring out who he was. It was bad enough being exposed like this. She couldn’t find out who was behind his mask.

  “So when do we get started?” Tina asked as she sat down on the bed next to Mark. Tina was wearing skin-tight blue jeans and a light blue tank top; her black bra straps were barely visible under her shirt. Tina’s dark straight black hair accentuated her emo-style makeup.

  “As soon as Alicia gets here,” Monica promised.

  Mark turned his head toward Monica glaring intently at his host. Did she really just say that his sister, Alicia, was invited? Monica made eye contact with Mark through his eyeholes. She nodded her head encouragingly almost promising him that everything would be okay.

  Despite Monica’s encouragement, Mark was panicked. Certainly, Alicia would recognize him even if he was wearing a mask. And what did Monica care about protecting him anyway? She had no reason to be honest with him.

  Monica sat in a chair by her computer desk and started a casual conversation with Tina. They talked about school, about some boy Tina was dating, and about their plans for Christmas break. The girls were acting as if it was no big deal having a half-naked birdman in the room.

  Tina’s phone buzzed with a text message. “Alicia’s here,” she proclaimed about Mark’s stepsister.

  “I’ll run down and get her,” Monica promised. “Keep an eye on our birdy boy, here. We don’t want him flying away. Do we?”

  “Oh, I’ll take care of him,” Tina promised. She wrapped her arm around Mark’s shoulders and leaned her head against his mask and rested a hand on his leg. “Don’t be too long,” Tina insisted as her sister stepped out of the room.

  Mark tried to slide away from Tina’s advance, but she held tight to his shoulders.

  “Are you a friend of my sister’s?” Tina asked him.

  Mark nodded in affirmation. He didn’t consider himself Monica’s friend but also d
idn’t want to prolong the discussion.

  “You don’t talk much,” Tina said as she cuddled closer to him. “Do you?”

  Mark shook his head.

  Tina scraped her black fingernails up his leg from his knee to his upper thigh. “You’re not allowed to talk?” Tina asked.

  Again, he shook his head.

  “That’s okay,” Tina said. “I’m sure you’ll have plenty to talk about tomorrow.”

  As much as Mark hated being alone with Tina, he realized it could and would get worse. Mark’s own stepsister, now a freshman at another college, was going to join them. What would Alicia say if she realized he was the evening’s entertainment?

  Monica and Alicia made their way down the sixth-floor hallway toward the dorm room. Mark could hear the girls talking about Alicia’s drive. Alicia joked about how her brother went to this school and how she didn’t want to run into him. Mark was seconds away from a potentially life-altering moment.

  “Oh, my sweet Jesus,” Mark’s little sister said when she saw the sexy birdman. “Monica, you’re my hero. You told me you had a surprise, but oh my.”

  Alicia was a skinny girl with dirty blonde hair and a flat chest. She was wearing black tights with a long brown sweater and a gold belt. Her hair was tied up in a ponytail.

  Alicia immediately pulled out her phone as if she was going to take a picture.

  “Sorry, Alicia,” Monica said as she grabbed Alicia’s phone. “I promised our little bird here that there would be no pictures. He’s ours for the evening, but no pictures.”

  “Too bad,” Alicia said. “What’s the plan, then?”

  “You two hold on right there,” Monica said. “I have to run out for a minute. Be right back.”

  Monica left Mark alone with his stepsister and Tina. Mark watched as Alicia sat at Monica’s desk scrolling her eyes up and down his body. Her gazed froze conspicuously at the bulge in his undersized blue thong. He couldn’t believe it; his own stepsister was eying his cock.

  The awkward silence grew even more uncomfortable for Mark when he felt his dick start expanding in his thong. How could he even have an erection at such a time? Mark hated Tina; she was his mortal enemy. Alicia was…she was his fucking stepsister.

  “Thata boy,” Tina said with a smile in reference to Mark’s bulging thong. “You like my friend here. Don’t you.”

  His erection was only the beginning of his problem. The tiny thong Monica provided him would in no way contain his growing penis. In a matter of seconds, Mark’s stepsister and her best friend were about to see a hell of a lot more than an embarrassing bulge. With the fake wings constricting his arm movements, there was nothing he could do to cover himself.

  “So what’s your name?” Alicia asked moving over to the bed next to Mark; Alicia and Tina bookended the nervous thong-adorned birdman.

  “He can’t talk,” Tina said.

  “We’ll see about that,” Alicia responded; she reached over and started tickling Mark.

  Mark jumped up from the bed trying to avoid a laugh that would certainly give away his identity. The two girls always joked about how they hated his laugh; they would absolutely recognize it now. Quietly, he took a seat at Monica’s desk.

  Alicia was just about to give chase when Monica burst through the door carrying a plastic storage box.

  “Are you two already causing trouble?” Monica asked.

  “Sorry,” Alicia responded with a giggle. “In my defense, I do love birds.”

  “She’s got great school spirit,” Tina added with a giggle. “Go Blue Jays.”

  “That’s okay,” Monica answered. “Are you two ready for the game?”

  “Hell yeah,” Tina cheered. She clutched her elbows against her sides and clapped her hands together.

  Monica set up two seats and instructed Tina and Alicia to sit down.

  Once the girls were seated, Monica walked over to Mark and leaned into his ear. “If you disobey even a single order, I’m ripping that mask off your head. Do you understand?”

  Mark nodded.

  “Take off your wings and shoes,” Monica commanded.

  Mark fought to remove the wings then leaned over to untie the bright tennis shoes. He was happy to lose the wings. Taking advantage of his freed limbs, Mark immediately rested his hands over his erection.

  “Now slide the bed out from the wall,” Monica commanded.

  Alicia and Tina watched as Mark moved Monica’s bed. The girls watched in awe as he attempted to move the furniture around wearing only his skimpy blue thong and bird mask. This was surely a spectacle, unlike anything the girls had seen before.

  Monica pulled a plastic sheet from her box of toys. She instructed Mark to remove the pillows and blankets from the bed then replace them with the protective covering. “This could get a little messy,” she joked.

  Without protest, Mark threw the pillows on the floor and ripped the sheets from Monica’s bed. He then, as instructed, spread the plastic sheet over the mattress.

  “Splendid, my little bird,” Monica said. “Now lie down on the bed.”

  Mark did as he was told.

  “Lift your arms,” Monica ordered.

  Mark lifted his arms over his head in the direction of each bedpost. He had a feeling about what was next.

  “Alicia, why don’t you do the honors?” Monica said as she pulled some rope from her box. “Go ahead and tie his hands to the bedposts.”

  Mark lay still while his stepsister secured his hands to the bed. This was the second time this week someone restrained his hands. At this point, however, he would take the movie theater over being tied up in front of his step-sibling and her evil friend.

  Despite his mask, Mark felt completely exposed. His cock peeked out the side of his blue thong; the skimpy material wouldn’t contain his erection much longer, and the fact that this was happening in front of his stepsister only made things worse. He tried to think of schoolwork, baseball, or anything that might alleviate his hard-on, but it was no use. His moderate dick was about to make an unencumbered appearance.

  As Alicia tied her stepbrother’s hands to the bedposts, she looked through Mark’s mask and into his eyes. For a second, it was if she had recognized him but convinced herself it was a mistake. He smelled the same perfume Alicia had been wearing since junior high. How could she possibly not realize who he was? Wouldn’t she eventually connect the dots and realize it was her stepbrother tied to the bed?

  “Great,” Monica proclaimed as soon as Mark’s hands were secured. “That thong looks mighty uncomfortable on him. Doesn’t it, girls?”

  “Yeah,” Alicia said. “I think so.”

  “Then why don’t you do the honors?” Monica said. She was talking to Alicia but looking Mark directly in the eyes.

  “Sure,” Alicia responded nervously. “I...I guess I could.”

  “Well, then,” Monica replied. “Go for it.”

  Mark shook his head back and forth begging the girls to leave the tiny thong on. Even if they didn’t know who he was, Mark couldn’t imagine lying there naked in front of Alicia and Tina. His protests, of course, were to no avail.

  Mark watched as his stepsister leaned over his body and grabbed his thong. Rather than pulling the garment from his hip-bones, Alicia grabbed the straps just above the pouch. As she pulled the material downward, Mark’s dick shot out at her like a jack in the box. Alicia paused and giggled at her stepbrother’s protruding unit. Mark turned his head in shame.

  “Go ahead,” Monica encouraged. “Just pull them down.”

  Alicia yanked Mark’s thong free of his erect penis and slid it down his legs.

  “Now tie his legs,” Monica instructed. She handed Alicia another wad of rope.

  Alicia’s hands felt familiar and inappropriate as she tied his legs to the bottom of the bed. With his eyes closed, Mark could envision what his stepsister was seeing: his naked body spread eagle in front of her. His eyes started to water; his skin felt like it was going to burn right off his bo
dy.

  As soon as Mark’s stepsister finished strapping his feet to the bedposts, Monica had Alicia return to her seat. It was time for their games to begin.

  Chapter Three

  With Mark stripped naked and successfully tied to the bead, Monica prepared to take his humiliation to another level. She stood between him and the girls as she explained her plan to Alicia and Tina. “You both agreed to play a game with me, and I expect you to abide by my rules.”

  Tina and Alicia nodded in agreement.

  “You’re both joining me at the beach house over spring break,” Monica continued. “One of you will be my guest, and the other will spend the week cooking, cleaning, and doing whatever else we ask of you. Do you agree?”