Nerd! Genesis of a Master
Copyright© 2026 by Naughty Bard
Chapter 4: The Project
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 4: The Project - Damian Flanagan is the school's invisible nerd, a "toothpick" surviving Dresden High through tactical invisibility. But queen bee Pamela Van Buren discovers his secret: Damian is hiding a "masterpiece" of raw masculinity between his legs that puts every athlete to shame. In a dark parking lot, the social order flips as the queen claims the prize no one else noticed.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Teenagers Consensual Mind Control Slavery Heterosexual Fiction School Sports Cheating Sharing DomSub MaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Rough White Male White Female Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie First Facial Oral Sex Petting Spitting Foot Fetish Public Sex Size Teacher/Student Geeks Nudism Revenge Transformation
“I have to admit, Pamela—when you pitched Flanagan as your tutor, I thought you were just trying to game the system.” Miss Devon adjusted her reading glasses and looked over the latest report with a discerning eye. “His grades are impeccable, sure, but he’s a sophomore. I’ll be honest, honey, I only signed off on it because I figured I’d be assigning you a ‘real’ tutor in two weeks when he couldn’t handle you. I thought that boy was gonna be way out of his depth.”
The vice principal offered a slightly guilty look, but Pam just beamed, leaning back in her chair and soaking in the moment.
“Well, I can’t even tell you how happy I am to be proven wrong. In less than three months, you’ve hit passing grades in every single subject. You’ve even pulled B’s in a few of them. It’s ... honestly impressive. Well done, baby girl! You really outdid yourself.”
“You know, Miss Devon,” Pam said, her voice dripping with that signature sugary charm even though she was definitely happy, “I really love seeing you smile. It’s such a good look for you.”
The woman let out a rare, genuine laugh. “Well, keep up the work and you’ll be seeing a lot more of it, Pamela! Don’t make me have to get back on you.”
“Well, in all honesty, I didn’t do much. It was all Damian!” Pam shrugged, feeling strangely sincere.
“Now, don’t you start selling yourself short, girl,” Devon corrected gently. “But, yes, that boy certainly deserves a medal. Apparently, he’s managed to motivate you in exactly the right way. Whatever his ‘method’ is, it’s working miracles. He must be speaking a language you finally understand.”
Pam bit back a massive grin, her mind flashing to the “methods” involving a stopwatch and a face-full of Damian junk. “Oh, for sure. He’s like ... really good at motivating me. He doesn’t let me get away with anything. He’s got me focused, for real.”
“Good. Alright, today is January 15th. Let’s meet again in a month for the next check-up. Keep it up.”
Pam left the office with her head held high, practically floating down the hallway. For the first time in her life, the one thing she’d always been a total train wreck at—school—was actually going right. And yeah, the erotic games were top-tier, but deep down, she knew it was actually thanks to Damian. He’d seen a version of her that wasn’t just a “snobby bitch,” and she was weirdly obsessed with making him proud.
But as she strutted down the hall, feeling like she was on top of the world, the bubble suddenly burst.
“ ... Bro, you should’ve been there, I’m dead! Bobby and Nelson started imitating Flanagan in the locker room. I was actually crying,” one of them wheezed, clutching his stomach.
“Flanagan? Wait, who? That dork with the glasses in the back row?”
“Yeah, the total NPC! He’s so easy to tweak, it’s actually hilarious. I’m gonna go mess with him at lunch just to see him tweak out again, it’s literally free entertainment...”
Two guys walked right past her, so caught up in their own clout-chasing laughter, they didn’t even notice the Queen Bee standing there. Pam’s face darkened instantly. Over the last few months, her entire world had shifted, but the rest of the school was still stuck on the same mid-tier script. Despite the fact that Damian was basically a god in the bedroom and a genius in the classroom, to everyone else, he was still just a punching bag. A joke.
It was so goddamn unfair. She wanted to scream—to tell them that this “dork” was worth ten of them combined and could probably steal their girlfriends with a single look—but she knew that wasn’t the move. Blowing up in the middle of the hall would just make it weird.
She needed a plan. Something concrete. She realized with a sharp jab of guilt that while Damian had basically rebuilt her entire academic life and her confidence, she’d done ... what? Besides getting her world rocked on the regular, she hadn’t actually protected him. It was time to change the narrative. If the school didn’t know Damian Flanagan was the man, she was going to make sure they found out—starting today.
A few hours later, Damian was reaping the rewards of his labor. After a particularly grueling history lesson, he had Pam on all fours on her thick bedroom carpet. He took her from behind, his hands anchored firmly to her hips, driving into her with a rhythmic, heavy force that had the floorboards creaking.
He knew her cheat codes now. He knew exactly how to make her lose her mind, but more importantly, he’d learned how to actually enjoy her body, which seemed entirely devoted to the filthiest things he could dream up. After she’d climaxed a few times, her breathless moans of “Damian!” echoing off her vanity, he finally released into her with a low, guttural groan.
Now, he was sprawled out on her canopy bed, arms crossed behind his head, while Pam crouched between his legs. She was meticulously licking his shaft clean, her tongue moving with a focused adoration that tied her to him more than any tutor contract ever could.
Suddenly, she stopped and looked up, a strand of hair stuck to her lip. “We need to find you a girlfriend, Nerd.”
Damian’s brow furrowed. This was a new one.”A girlfriend? Are you high?”
“Yes, Damian. A girlfriend. You know, those female humans you take to the movies and then, eventually, to bed? The school is literally crawling with them, you must have noticed.”
Damian rolled his eyes, letting out a huff of laughter. “Very funny. Why the hell would I need a girlfriend when I have you?”
“No, honey...” she corrected him, her voice firm. “I’m not your girlfriend. I’m your ... cumdump, remember? Let’s just say I’m a high-end toy with holes where you can stick your dick whenever you get a boner.” She flashed him a wicked smile as he chuckled.
“What? It’s the truth!” she insisted.
“I know, I know! And I mean, as a toy, you’re top-tier, I’ll give you that,” he laughed, shaking his head. “I just didn’t realize your self-esteem was quite that high, Pam.”
They laughed together, the banter a comfortable cover for the insane reality of their arrangement.
“Anyway,” Damian said, “what would I do with a girlfriend when you satisfy literally all my needs?”
“Because it’s time for you to put your training into practice, obviously,” Pam insisted. She leaned back in and gave his cock a slow, pleasurable lick from base to tip, savoring the taste. “You’re literally the best I’ve ever had, and believe me, I’ve seen the market. I want to see you in action. I want to see you charm, seduce, and like, totally deflower some innocent girl who—”
She stopped because Damian was shaking with laughter.
“What’s so funny?”
“Pam, while I appreciate the sales pitch, there’s a tiny flaw in your logic.”
“Which is?”
“You’re the only girl on the planet interested in me,” he said simply. “To everyone else, I’m just a forgettable, clumsy dork. That’s the data, Pam. You know it too.”
She went silent for a few seconds, thoughtful, her face resting against his pubic area as if she didn’t want to breathe in anything but the scent of him. Damian could almost hear the gears of her brain clicking into place, looking for a solution.
“Okay, I got it,” she announced. “I’m going to turn you into a total hottie.”
Damian burst into a fresh fit of laughter. “Pam, for real, you should go into comedy. You’re a natural.”
“I’m dead serious! Tomorrow, you and I are skipping school. You’re going to trust me. New clothes, new look. When I’m done, not even your mother will recognize you.”
Excuse me?” Damian asked sarcastically, cupping a hand to his ear. “I stopped listening at ‘skip school.’”
“Damian, for God’s sake, you have the highest GPA in the state! You can miss one day and still be a genius! You’ll survive, I promise.”
“Be realistic, Pam. It’s a ridiculous idea, I don’t—”
“It’s just as ‘ridiculous’ as the most popular girl in school getting addicted to a clumsy nerd, yet here we are!” She playfully flicked her tongue into his navel, looking up at him with a challenge in her eyes.
“I have no intention of wasting my savings on—”
“Flanagan, please. You’re my project. I’m funding this. Well, my dad is,” she corrected with a shrug. “He’s so hyped that you turned me into a ‘scholar’ that he basically removed the limit on my credit card. It’s time to spend, baby.”
Damian looked down at her, annoyed that she had a counter for every single argument. “Pam, clothes won’t change anything. People will still see me as—”
“Are you kidding? In high school, vibes are the only thing that matters. You want respect? You have to look the part. You want to keep being a punching bag? Then keep dressing like a loser.” She paused, her tongue trailing a hot line over his stomach. “And you’re forgetting the most important part.”
“What?”
“That school belongs to me, Nerd. I call the shots. If I say the sky is pink tomorrow, everyone wears rose-colored glasses.” She leaned down and kissed his heavy, sweaty balls. “You have two years left. Do you want to spend them as a loser or as a king?”
Damian sighed, feeling his resolve crumbling. Her words were undeniably persuasive—and the feeling of her lips on him made it hard to argue. “A king. Right.”
“I’m not saying it’s gonna be a walk in the park, but just let me cook. Imagine Bobby Harris and his whole mid-tier squad literally kissing your feet,” Pam said, her eyes gleaming with the vision of it.
Damian laughed, the mental image of the school’s star linebacker kneeling on the linoleum being almost too much to process. “Okay, aren’t you exaggerating just a little bit?”
“Don’t even try to tell me you haven’t thought about it. Wouldn’t you low-key love that?”
He shrugged, leaning back. “I don’t know. No one’s ever kissed them before. I don’t know how that feels.”
Pam raised an eyebrow, a predatory little smirk tugging at her lips. “Well, why don’t we find out, Nerd?”
Damian watched with a surge of perverse pleasure as the “Queen” of the school crawled to the foot of the bed. She began to cover his feet in sweet, tender kisses—the tops, the toes, the soles—working with a focused intensity. Damian analyzed the sensation, his brain trying to keep up. These weren’t just kisses; it was an act of pure, unadulterated adoration. The girl who ran the social hierarchy was humbling herself at the lowest part of his body just for his amusement. That thrill in his stomach was starting to feel less like a temporary spark and more like a permanent fixture.
His feet weren’t exactly clean either. They were damp from a long day of classes, a little sweaty, with the inevitable toe jam and sock lint. Pam clearly noticed the salt and the scent, but she didn’t even flinch. She kept her eyes locked onto his, challenging him.
“So, Nerd? What’s the verdict? How does it feel?”
“I actually really like it, Pam. It’s a top-tier sensation ... even if...”
“Even if what?”
“Well, I much prefer you doing it than Bobby Harris. That would be ... a different vibe.”
“Wait, so you actually want me to kiss your feet?” she asked, her voice mock-outraged even as she planted another wet kiss along his arch.
“Exactly,” he said, his baritone voice dropping into that tone of authority that always made her breath hitch.
“But you didn’t even ask if I liked it! They’re, like ... dirty, Damian!”
Damian looked at her, his gaze cutting right through her bravado. “Does it matter?”
A warm, overwhelming shiver ran through Pam at the bluntness of it. She didn’t say another word; she just began to kiss them as if they were sacred relics with an even more submissive energy that was totally new.
“Hehe! Wow, look at you,” she whispered against his skin. “What a pushy little nerd you’re becoming. You’re actually getting a personality.”
“You reap what you sow, Pam. You’re the one who keeps telling me I’m a god.”
She stopped for a second to look at him, admiring his features now that he was finally dropping the “anxious dork” act. Beneath the glasses and the bad haircut, he was objectively beautiful—a literal diamond in the rough. She just had to make the rest of the world see the vision.
“So? Are you gonna do it?” she asked again, sounding a little petulant. “Come on. Skip with me. Do it for me.”
Damian remained silent for a few long, interminable moments, hiding his face behind his foot while she worked. Finally, he gave a slow shrug of feigned indifference. “Fine. Whatever. What do I even have to lose?”
“Wow! Such boundless confidence, Flanagan!” she teased, playfully nipping at one of his toes. “Careful, or it’ll go to your head.”
The following morning, Damian left the house at 7:45 sharp, just like any other day. He felt a literal lump in his throat as he waved goodbye, telling his parents he’d be late because of “afternoon projects.” Following Pam’s script felt surreal; for the first time in his life, he was actually skipping school and lying to his parents’ faces. It was a new sensation, but unlike the ones he’d experienced in her bedroom, he wasn’t entirely sure he vibed with it.
As he pedaled his bike toward the meeting point, his brain was doing what it did best: overthinking. The ground felt like it was shifting beneath him. Everything he’d built over the last three months felt shaky, and by the time Pam pulled up in her car, his mind was a mess of unnecessary doubts.
“So?” she chirped as soon as he hopped into the passenger seat, looking way too energized for a Tuesday morning. “You ready for the glow-up of the century?”
Damian gave a non-committal nod, his eyes fixed on the dashboard. They started heading toward North Raleigh, the part of the city where the houses looked like museums and the shops didn’t even put prices in the windows.
“Why are you being so quiet? You’re totally killing the vibe,” she said, glancing at him.
Damian sighed, finally voicing the thought that had been eating at him. “Why are you actually doing this, Pam? Be for real. Is it because you’re tired of looking at me? Like, am I actually embarrassing you now?”
She hit the brakes at a red light and gave him a look so reproachful it practically stung, before rolling her eyes into the back of her head. “Damian, for someone who’s supposed to be a genius, you can be so incredibly dense. Like, it’s actually painful.”
He felt the sting of the comment but kept his mouth shut.
“If I were tired of you, do you think I’d be spending my day and my dad’s money at the mall with you? I’d just ghost you, like I did to Bobby Harris and literally half the guys at school. You’ve seen how I move, right?”
“Okay. Then why?” he pushed, interrupting her.
She shook her head, looking at him like he was a puzzle she was still trying to solve. “Because I want you to have that main character energy, Nerd. I’m tired of seeing you act so shy and submissive when we’re not alone.”
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