That evening, I sat alone in the house, sitting on the sofa, and staring blankly at the wall. I felt empty, and lost. I also still couldn’t stop thinking sexual thoughts about Ed, and Tim too, and I hated myself for it. I realised now that there was something more to it than just the way they looked. It was as if they exuded some kind of innate sexual magnetism that was just too powerful to ignore. I felt like I had fallen in love with them, despite the fact that they had been so cruel.

Suddenly there was a knock at the front door. I had half a mind to ignore it, but I pulled myself up and opened the door. There, to my shock, stood Ed and Tim, the two jocks themselves.

“Hey nerd,” said Ed. “Mind if we come in?”

I stared at them silently for a moment, but then resentfully nodded, and allowed them through the door.

Tim looked around the living room with disapproval at the various pop culture paintings and accessories. “Fuck me, I forgot about all this fucking geeky shit!” he sneered.

“Dude!” said Ed to Tim, punching him hard in the arm. “We agreed not to be rude, remember?”

Then Ed turned to me. “Sorry,” he said. “It’s just that we really fucking hate nerds now, so it can be a bit annoying coming into a room like this.”

I sighed and hung my head. “So, why are you here then?”

They exchanged a look.

“The coin,” said Tim.

“If you want it back, you can have it,” I said. “It’s in the kitchen drawer.”

“No, dude, we want you to have it,” said Ed. “We want you to become like us. Then it will be the three of us again! You just need to hold it for a bit, and you’ll start to understand. We thought you’d do it for yourself, but it seems we have to step in!”

“That’s because I don’t want to become like you!” I suddenly found myself yelling. “I don’t want to become some arrogant sports obsessed prick who only cares about how big his muscles are! I don’t want to actively hate and bully people, just because they’re someone’s idea of a ‘nerd’, and I don’t want to stop enjoying the things I enjoy, like computers, movies, TV, art, philosophy.”

Tim and Ed exchanged another look.

“We thought you might say something like that,” said Ed. Then he turned to Tim. “I guess we’ll have to do it then.”

“Do what?” I asked.

Without saying another word, they both pulled off their shirts, revealing the full extent of their gorgeous muscular physiques. My mouth dropped open in awe, and I found myself stuck to the spot, transfixed, unable to move my eyes away from them even if I wanted to. But, I didn’t want to.

“You see, Apollo didn’t just give us his athletic abilities and beauty,” said Tim. “He gave us his sexuality. He turned us into gay sex gods. No man can resist us, if we choose him.”

“But Tim,” I mumbled with confusion, “you always wanted a girlfriend.”

“Sure, I used to like girls,” laughed Tim, “but not anymore!”

“And now, nerd,” said Ed, “you will worship us. You will worship me.”

Ed, flexed his bulbous bicep and then erotically licked it. “Now you,” he said, beckoning to me.

I immediately, and obediently, stepped forward and began to lovingly lick and kiss Ed’s raised flexed bicep. It was thick, and solid, and it tasted so fucking good.

“Yeah,” growled Ed. “You love licking my beef, don’t you nerd.”

“Yes,” I whimpered. “I love it. I love you!”

“Hey,” interrupted Tim. “Don’t keep him all to yourself. I want a go.”

Then Tim forcefully grabbed me by the hair, and pulled my head towards his, before shoving my face deep between his bulbous muscle breasts. He began to rapidly bounce his thick solid pecs, squeezing my face from either side, as I licked and kissed my way down the deep crevice between them.

“Yeah, good boy,” growled Tim. “Good boy.”

I worshiped Tim and Ed like a gods now. I loved them like gods. I would do anything they wanted. Anything.

Tim started to undo his flies, and I began to salivate like a puppy dog expecting a bone.

“On your knees, nerd,” commanded Tim.

I quickly got on to my knees, and looked up dotingly as Tim and Ed stood side-by-side, staring down at me with divine sexual control.

Suddenly, Tim zipped his flies back up again, and they both grinned down at me like Cheshire cats.

“Sorry nerd,” laughed Tim. “You’re not ready yet. Come on Ed, let’s go.”

Ed laughed too, and then they headed for the front door, leaving me kneeling on the living room rug.

“But...” I whimpered, “I love you. I want to worship you. Both of you.”

Ed stopped at the door, and turned to look at me. “Then you know what you’ve got to do,” he said with a wink.

Then the two of them laughed again, before heading out the front door.