Obsessed •Nate Jacobs•

T H R E E

Season 1 Episode 2
[Stuntin' Like My Daddy]

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When Nate Jacobs was 11 years old, he found his dad's porn collection. His dad, Cal, was obsessive. His mom always said that's who he got it from. Then he quickly realized that the colored cases and placement were no accident. It was an elaborate code, that no one fucked with his shit.

Every video was basically the same. They'd drink, make small talk... and then his dad would fuck the shit out of them. And of course he told Natalie who was uncomfortable being around his dad. From that day forward he promised to protect her and never let his dad near her.

By 12, he had adopted a rigid diet and workout schedule. Within a year, his body fat dropped from 23% to 6%. He joined the football team as a freshman and quickly excelled. And Natalie joined the cheer team with Maddy and Cassie By the year's end, Nate was not only the starting quarterback, but the team captain. And Natalie was co-captain.

Natalie didn't join cheer cause she wanted to. But because Maddy had begged her. And Nate suggested it. So she though she should give it a try. And it turned out she ended up loving it.

Nate loved the crowds, the pats on the back, the cheers, especially Natalie's, the feeling of winning. But he hated being in the locker room. He hated how casual his teammates were about being naked. How they'd talk to him with their dicks hanging out. He made a concerted effort to always maintain eye contact during these exchanges. Every now and then, he'd forget, and accidentally catch a glimpse of someone's penis.

His older brother Aaron was a fuck-up. He could tell his dad didn't like Aaron, didn't think he had guts or brains or half a fucking clue and Nate agreed. He didn't talk to his dad that much, but they didn't need to. They had a good relationship. He didn't like his mother either. She was weak, and a pushover. Plus, she didn't take care of herself.

He made a long mental checklist of the things he liked and disliked about women. He liked tennis skirts and jean cut-offs, but not the kind so short you could see the pockets. He liked ballet flats and heels. He hated sneakers and dress shoes. But was fine with sandals as long as they were worn with a fresh pedicure. He liked thigh gaps, hated cankles. He liked tan lines, long necks, slender shoulders. He liked good posture and fruit-scented body mist. He liked full lips, and small noses. He liked chokers, but the lacy ones with flower cutouts or delicate patterns. He hated girls who sat like boys, talked like boys, acted like boys. But there was nothing on planet Earth he hated more than body hair.

That's one of the first things he noticed about Maddy and Natalie. They were basically hairless. He'd walk Maddy home from school every day. Made him feel good to know that he was there to protect her. He knew the world was full of men who wanted to hurt Maddy. Even Natalie. He knew Natalie could take of herself more than Maddy could. Men would hang out the windows of their cars and scream obscenities at Maddy. College guys who wouldn't think twice about drugging them. Lonely guys who'd spot them at a mall. Men who'd rape them, torture them, sell them into sexual slavery. He didn't even like to think about it. He did, however, like to think about the things he'd do to protect them.