Date: Thu, 3 Sep 2009 02:55:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jasper Cooper <jax.cooper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Downfall of Nate Ramsey - Chapter 7

                      THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY

DISCLAIMERS:

This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy; no part of it is based in fact
and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or
dead. This saga chronicles the humiliating ordeals of an 18-year-old high
school basketball player is unwillingly subjected to. The humiliations in
this chapter have a particularly strong sexual component. If you are
underage, or do not want to read about such matters, you should leave this
webpage at once and never look back.

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A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR:

I have not had the chance to respond to some of the numerous emails I
received, expressing appreciation for my writing and asking when the next
chapter of Nate's saga was due. I apologize most sincerely for this
oversight on my part and would like to assure everyone that, although I
might not have replied, I have most definitely read your messages. Thank
you so much for all your messages and please do not stop sending them
in. Now that I have completed this long-awaited chapter, I intend to work
on my backlog of emails. In the meantime, I bid you to enjoy this latest
installment and share with me your thoughts and suggestions when you are
done. I hope the extra length of this chapter will go some way towards
making up for the extremely long delay in publishing it.

This chapter is especially dedicated to the authors of "Varsity Tough" and
"The White Rat", two excellent tales in this section of Nifty that have
recently reached their conclusions.


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CHAPTER SEVEN:
"What goes around, cums around"


Nate stared at the taser with wide, terrified eyes as Owen ran it softly
over his bare skin. He brought it to a rest on Nate's dick, pressing the
business end of the taser against his shaft.

"I wonder if you'll piss yourself if I shock your balls with this," Owen
mused out loud. Wes, who'd not expected Owen to produce the taser in the
first place, began to feel gravely concerned. His disquiet was mirrored on
the faces of Drew and Ethan -- but not the other two.

"You're not going to use that on me," Nate said, bravely trying to call
Owen's bluff. "That's sick even for -- ARGH!" He let out a scream as
Owen, without warning, raised the taser to rest against Nate's abs and
delivered him a small, but sharp, shock. The pain, though brief, was
excruciating. Nate's entire body spasmed and he gasped desperately for
breath even after the taser was no longer in contact with his bare skin.

Wes started forward at this unexpected display of brutality, but Jason held
him back.

"Why are you stopping me?" he hissed to his best friend. "He could really
hurt Nate!"

"Relax," Jason whispered back, "I'm pretty sure that was only to remind
Nate what the score is. And now that he knows it, he'll agree to anything
in order to spare himself further pain." Under his breath, he added, "Not
that I would mind causing him more pain."

Not hearing that last part, Wes reluctantly refrained from
interfering. Jason was right; Nate knew the score now -- he could see it
in his eyes. Of course, Wes wasn't seeing the same thing those blue eyes
were seeing; he was too blinded by his lust for Nate. As Nate struggled to
catch his breath, he looked straight into Owen's eyes and saw in them not a
shred of compassion or even humanity -- just a cruel glint that promised
untold suffering if he failed to obey Owen's will.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he sobbed.

"Because you deserve it," replied Owen promptly. "And because we can."

Nate opened his mouth to protest that he'd never done anything to deserve
this, but Owen beat him to the punch.

"Now are you going to be a good little boy and offer to give me a blowjob,
or would you rather I test out my theory about what might happen if I zap
your balls with this thing?" He prodded Nate in the ribs with the taser.

Nate was torn. Under any other circumstances, he would have dared Owen to
do his worst; there would be no way in hell that he'd willingly agree to
suck his dick. But the torment of the past twenty-four hours had worn Nate
down, physically and emotionally. The forced exercise, the paddling, the
degrading show he'd had to put on for that club full of perverts ... taken
individually he might have been able to hold out some more, but the
combination was too much. Nate wasn't certain he could withstand repeated
taserings and dry penetration. Not to mention the added threat of his
tormentors publishing the photos they had of him -- photos of him doing
disgusting things, of him naked with a hard-on from having a banana stuffed
up his ass. He shuddered at the thought of his parents, or his girlfriend,
or any of his schoolmates who'd admired him, seeing those sordid pictures.

Watching his prey's face closely, Owen saw the exact moment when the
resolve that had sustained Nate for so long broke. He knew they had crossed
the point of no return. It was all he could do to stop from grinning
outwardly. His hated enemy was about to set himself up for his greatest
downfall yet.

"I'll do it," Nate managed to choke out finally.

Owen decided to play dumb, milking the moment for all it was worth. "You'll
do what?"

Nate swallowed before he clarified, "I'll suck your dick."

Seeing an opportunity that was too good to pass up, Owen decided to up the
ante a little more. "I'm not entirely convinced I should let you."

Nate's eyes widened in shock. He didn't understand what Owen was playing
at. He was soon enlightened, however.

"Why don't you convince me?" continued Owen, not content until he could
extract every last ounce of pleasure from Nate's shame. "You know, BEG me
for a taste of my dick."

That was very nearly the deal breaker for Nate; he couldn't believe that
not only did Owen expect him to suck his dick, but the bastard also wanted
him to beg like some slutty fag for that chance. He was about to tell Owen
where he could stick his perverted demands, but then he felt the taser
being gently traced along his side, a reminder of what the consequences for
disobedience would be. Nate's self-preservation instinct won out over his
pride.

Defeated, he said quietly, "Please let me suck your dick."

Owen grinned and signaled discreetly at Drew to turn on the video camera
before waving Nate on. And so, gritting his teeth, Nate humiliated himself
further as he pleaded with Owen for a taste of his "delicious and
irresistible" dick. His five other teammates watched openmouthed, marveling
at the new depths to which Nate had sunk.

Owen let Nate run on in a similar vein for another half a minute before he
was satisfied with his on-camera debasement. Then Owen straddled his chest,
unconcerned about Nate having to support his weight. He didn't bother
undressing; he merely unzipped his jeans and fished his dick out of the fly
of his boxers. His equipment was average at best -- Nate had certainly
never before lost an opportunity to imply that it was the relative size of
Owen's dick that had caused Melanie to dump him for the superiorly-endowed
Nate. Tonight, however, sarcastic remarks could not have been further from
Nate's mind as he fearfully eyed the semi-erect tool in front of his
face. Even Owen's average five-and-a-half inches were five-and-a-half
inches too long for his liking.

"Open up," said Owen tersely.

Nate hesitated. He still couldn't believe this was really happening to
him. He opened his mouth almost mechanically, and Owen didn't wait to shove
in the entire length of his dick. Nate gagged from the suddenness of the
intrusion, but Owen wasn't about to give him any time to adjust.

"I'd better not feel any teeth," he warned. He gave Nate a hard poke in the
ribs with the taser gun to underscore his point. "Don't just lie there,
work on bringing me off."

Nate was still in shock from having another man's dick in his mouth for the
first time in his life. Troy decided to prod him along -- making Nate
feel even more like a slut.

"Need some pointers, Ramsey? First, I'd suggest you wrap your lips around
that dick. Suck on it like it's a popsicle. Yeah, like that. Let's see you
get the whole thing down your throat."

The other guys in the room broke out into grins as Nate reluctantly began
to obey Troy's commands. He wanted nothing more than to spit out the
repulsive dick in his mouth and scream at his tormentors for being the
disgusting fags that they obviously were, but he knew the consequences of
such an action would be infinitely worse. So, very reluctantly, he did as
he was told, although a small part of him died every time he choked on
Owen's fast-engorging dick. He just wanted this hell to be over -- he
couldn't imagine anything worse than having to pleasure another man
orally. Unfortunately for him, there were things that were a lot worse
... and he was going to experience more of them that very night.

The first inkling Nate had of the further humiliations to come was when his
audience began to gasp, and then giggle. He barely noticed them initially;
he had retreated into a mental sanctuary as Owen really got into the swing
of oral sex and began fucking his face vigorously. But as the chuckling
grew louder he could no longer ignore them, especially not after Drew
declared, "Man, he really is getting into this."

It was then that Nate realized, to his absolute horror, that his own dick
was rapidly stiffening. His mind reeled; surely this was impossible! But
there was no denying that his dick was slowly but surely making its way to
full mast, sticking out vertically from his shaved groin.

"I guess Parker wasn't that far off base when he said you were in the
closet, huh?" commented Owen.

"They do say the biggest `phobes are often the biggest closet cases,"
remarked Troy, a wide grin on his face as he witnessed the horror-struck
expression on Nate's face.

No, it isn't possible, Nate thought to himself. He knew gay sex was
disgusting and only perverts could get off on it. At least before, when
he'd gotten a hard-on from having a banana thrust up his ass, he could say
it was a purely physiological response. But now, try as he might, he
couldn't find any logical explanation as to why his own dick was hard as he
unwillingly gave a blowjob to his hated teammate. He WAS unwilling; he had
no doubt about that. There was no way he'd descend to such a perverted act
if he wasn't being coerced. But then why in hell was he getting an
erection?

The answer was simple, although it didn't immediately cross Nate's mind. If
he had seen the devilish grin on Troy's face he might've remembered the
drink that the gay senior had been `kind' enough to offer him when he
stumbled back into his home after that emotionally and physically
exhausting performance at the gay club ... a drink that Troy had laced with
a drug whose effects were not unlike Viagra. As it was, Nate would not
recall the significance of that drink until a few days later -- but by
that time he'd have worked himself up into the exact mental state that Troy
had hoped for: fear and self-doubt.

Watching the horrified confusion in Nate's face, Troy was delighted at how
well the timing had worked out. He hadn't been certain when the drug would
kick in, but it seemed like he couldn't have asked for a more opportune
moment.

He wasn't the only one pleased by this development -- Wes was also rather
relieved, if not stunned, by it. He had begun to feel the stirrings of
guilt at the way they were treating Nate, particularly Owen, whose
malevolence was beginning to disturb Wes. But the thought that Nate might,
on some primal level, actually enjoy gay sex went a little way towards
assuaging his guilt. Not that he would have backed out of the plan, not
when his dream of fucking Nate was so close to fruition.

"I daresay this is something we could use to your advantage, Nate," said
Troy, moving his own personal plan of revenge into its next stage. He
extricated a single latex glove from Owen's bag of provisions, having
earlier seen a pair inside it. "Let it not be said that we aren't men of
our word; we did promise to use lube when fucking you, and that you will
get."

Before Nate could fathom his meaning, he wrapped his gloved hand around
Nate's hard dick. It was still slick thanks to the residual oil from his
strip dance and Troy slid his hand up and down the shaft easily. Nate's
eyes widened in shock as it dawned on him that Troy intended to use his own
cum as the lube for his anal rape!

The expression on Nate's face spurred Owen on and nearly made the redheaded
sadist cum right then and there. He began to increase the pace of his
fucking, slamming his dick down Nate's throat so violently that the stud
quickly forgot about Troy's ministrations of his own dick as he choked on
the hard meat in his mouth. His throat muscles felt Owen's dick twitch as
he neared orgasm. Realizing at the last possible moment that he would have
to swallow Owen's sperm if he came in his mouth, Nate reacted on instinct
and spat out Owen's dick.

For a moment the room was silent except for Owen's heavy panting and the
squeaking as Troy's gloved hand continued to fist Nate's oily dick. Then
Owen slapped Nate right across the face. "Why'd you do that for?"

"Please," begged Nate, "don't make me swallow. Please, don't make me do
that." He didn't think he could live with the ultimate indignity of
consuming another man's semen.

Owen's reaction was one Nate had not anticipated: he rolled his eyes. "Oh
for fuck's sake. Stop acting like this is the first time you've had to
swallow someone else's cum." Seeing the bewildered look on Nate's face,
Owen gloated, "You didn't really think you produced quite so much in that
one session to flavor both your breakfast smoothie and your milkshake at
lunch, did you? Damn, I knew you had an exalted opinion of yourself but
there must've been an ounce of cum in those drinks. You didn't produce it
all yourself; I made a `contribution' of my own. So yeah, stop acting like
this is the first time you're eating my cum."

He laughed at Nate's slack jawed dismay and shoved his dick right back into
his open mouth. Despite being interrupted just prior to orgasm, he was
still rock hard -- the sadist in him enjoyed Nate's humiliation more than
the actual blowjob -- and it only took another minute of his sensitive
dickhead being massaged by Nate's throat muscles for him to ejaculate. He
shot the first two loads straight down the slave's throat before pulling
out to spatter Nate's face with the final jet of cum.

As Owen got off Nate's chest and wiped the last dribbles from his dick in
his hair, Troy managed to bring Nate to orgasm as well. He aimed Nate's
dick carefully so that the cum would spray on his abs. The camera captured
the moment beautifully, immortalizing the cum-spattered stud's shame as he
came down from his post-orgasmic high to realize he had ejaculated just
after receiving another man's load in his mouth.

But before he could fully absorb the horror of what had just happened, Troy
dipped his finger in the cum pooled in Nate's navel and pressed his
cum-slicked finger against Nate's anal ring. It was tight, but with a
little pressure Troy was able to slide his finger past it. He wriggled his
finger around inside Nate's asshole for longer than strictly necessary,
reminding him of the first time he'd had his virginal orifice penetrated by
a finger, just a scant twenty-four hours ago. The uncomfortable sensation
brought Nate out of his distressed daze. With mounting terror he remembered
that he was being prepared for anal rape by another guy. Wes was still
standing naked at the foot of the bed; Nate could easily tell that his
erect penis was going to be a lot bigger, and therefore a lot more painful,
than a finger or two up his ass.

He looked pleadingly at Wes -- hoping, praying, with every fiber of his
being, for a last-minute reprieve from the awful and completely unfair
sentence his tormentors had passed on him. "Wes, please. You don't want to
do this. Please don't --"

Owen cut in, "For fuck's sake, someone shut him up."

Troy grinned, "Gladly. Let's see what you learnt with your first blowjob,
bitch. Wes, you might want to rub your dick in that puddle on his belly
before you fuck him ... don't want him ruined for the rest of us now, do
we?" While speaking he doffed both his jeans and boxers, and took the
position recently vacated by Owen. Nate barely had time to register that
Troy had a dick that was five inches flaccid, surrounded by a
neatly-trimmed brown pubic bush, before he shoved into Nate's mouth. His
view of Wes was now blocked by Troy's body, but he could feel something
being rubbed in the pool of cum in his navel and then being pressed against
his asshole. He couldn't hold back his tears anymore; there are limits to
human endurance and Nate, who'd valiantly prevented himself from crying in
front of his tormentors thus far, had finally reached his.

Wes shoved in, getting his dickhead past the ring on the first thrust. Nate
gasped in pain and Troy took the opportunity to force his dick further down
Nate's throat.

"Don't go soft on him now," Jason urged his best friend. He trembled with
satisfaction at the jerk who'd treated his sister so badly getting what he
deserved. He could barely wait his turn to fuck Nate. The bastard was going
to pay in spades!

Wes didn't want to hurt Nate, but his euphoria at finally plunging his dick
into the stud's well-muscled ass quickly made him forget any
inhibitions. It helped that Nate was effectively gagged by Troy's dick and
thus unable to voice his protests as Wes began to fuck him in earnest,
slamming his entire seven inches into Nate's ass. The helpless hunk could
only cry tears of pain and despair as his two teammates fucked him at both
ends. It was not so much the actual pain of penetration as it was the
disgrace of what he'd been reduced that got to him -- a feeling only
compounded by the fact that he still had an erection despite being milked
just moments before. He knew what it would look like to someone watching a
video recording of his double rape -- that he was a pervert getting off
on the disgusting sex acts being performed on and by him -- although it
couldn't be further from the truth.

Troy, looking down at Nate's face, could see the physical and emotional
toll this double-rape was taking on the slave. Nate was far from the best
cocksucker Troy had ever experienced, but the thought of the sheer power he
wielded over the slave made it one of the best blowjobs of his young
life. He fucked Nate's face for a few more minutes before he was unable to
hold back any longer. He followed Owen's example by shooting half his load
down Nate's throat and then pulling out to blast the remainder of his cum
all over the stud's mortified face.

Wes didn't last very long after Troy; the sensation of Nate's virgin ass
tightly gripping his dick was everything he had imagined and more. With one
last, powerful thrust, he came, shooting volley after volley of cum in
Nate's ass. Feeling Wes's dick twitch as it ejaculated, Nate couldn't help
crying fresh tears of humiliation, knowing that another man had just
deposited his seed in his newly deflowered ass.

However, as horrific as Nate found this violation of his body and spirit,
he would have to contend with a lot more before this seemingly never-ending
hell was over. As Wes reluctantly pulled out from Nate's ass, and Troy
climbed off Nate's chest, Owen asked who wanted to be the next to fill the
slave's two holes.

Jason was quick to reply. "I'll take the next turn at his ass ... if you
don't mind." He was already divesting himself of his jeans and boxer-briefs
as he spoke, not really waiting for an okay from anyone. Owen certainly
didn't mind, as long as Nate was being treated like the piece of trash he
believed him to be, fit only to be humiliated in public and fucked in
private like a cheap whore.

Nate saw the triumphant, vindictive look in Jason's eyes for only a moment
before Drew took up the offer of a blowjob by straddling Nate's chest, but
it was enough to make him shudder. Wes had shown some restraint in plowing
Nate's virgin ass, but he didn't expect any such mercy from Jason. He was
right.

Jason wasn't exceptionally endowed, but what his six-incher might have
lacked in length, it more than adequately made up for in girth. Jason's
cock was unusually thick, and when he shoved it into Nate's ass with little
ceremony and even less lube, Nate felt like he was being ripped asunder
from the inside. It didn't help that Jason didn't allow the stud any time
to adjust to the sizable intrusion before pulling his cock almost all the
way out and then slamming back in. Nate would have howled in pain, but his
mouth was full of Drew's cock.

The computer geek, who had followed Wes's lead and stripped completely
naked, had never been able to convince any of his girlfriends to blow him,
much less take it up the ass, so there were two new experiences to look
forward to that night. Being inexperienced, he hardly noticed Nate's
less-than-stellar cocksucking abilities; he was finding the mere feel of a
warm mouth around his seven-inch member simply out of this world. He could
not wait to sample Nate's other end, which he judged to be pretty fantastic
if the wide grin on Wes's face was anything to go by. Before long, Drew was
groaning aloud in pure pleasure as he shot his load down the straight
hunk's throat.

Jason was still slamming into Nate, all his pent-up fury at Nate for
violating his sister directed at the wretched slave's ass. Nate was
actually relieved this time, when Jason finally shot his seed into Nate's
ass, because it meant the brutal rape was over. Jason had one last thing to
do, however. He pulled the sperm-filled condom off his dick and walked over
to the head of the bed.

Leaning close to Nate's ear and keeping his voice low so that no one else
could hear what was said, Jason whispered, "That was for my sister, you
fucker." With that, Jason contemptuously turned his condom inside out over
Nate's face, spilling its contents all over the slave's handsome features
already spattered with two loads.

Jason's words confirmed what Nate had feared -- somehow, Jason did indeed
know about what had transpired the previous summer between him and
Jessica. The knowledge of why Jason had been uncharacteristically
vindictive gave Nate no comfort however, but merely fed the cold dread
growing inside of him.

Drew, meanwhile, was espousing to a vacillating Ethan the merits of Nate's
"fucking amazing" blowjob skills. "You gotta try it, man. He sucks dick
like a fucking pro."

"You only think that because you've never been blown before," retorted
Ethan, somewhat amused. Drew turned red, but his promotional speech had
worked. Ethan looked over the helpless stud's naked, violated body, and
shrugged. "What the hell. This is too good to pass up. The great Nate
Ramsey, with his lips wrapped around my dick. That's simply
unbelievable. But I'm still not going anywhere near his ass," he added.

Drew grinned widely. "Whatever, man. His mouth is good enough."

Ethan stripped off his shorts and boxers, before forcing his six-inch dick
down Nate's throat for the slave's fourth blowjob of the night. Troy
brought up the rear end, so to speak, having opted to be the next to fuck
Nate's ass. After the pounding it had received from Jason just moments
before, it hurt like hell when Troy anally penetrated Nate for the first
time. Troy was delighted to be the first to sample both of Nate's holes,
and even happier to see Nate's dick still standing proud, thanks to the
drug he had slipped him. He could only imagine what an emotional wreck the
fucker must be, having his own dick betray him by reacting positively to
being double-raped.

Troy took his own sweet time fucking Nate's ass, luxuriating in the feel of
the tight, warm hole around his dick. He knew Nate must be desperately
longing to be done with this gang-rape, and he had no intentions of cutting
short the unfortunate slave's torment.

Ethan was turning out to be a most demanding customer. "You call that a
blowjob?" He pulled out for just long enough to smack Nate across the head
so hard that his eyes watered.

"Now, do a proper job, bitch. Lick my balls first." Nate hesitated, and got
another hard smack for his trouble. Miserably and unwillingly, he stuck his
tongue out and lapped at Ethan's lightly hairy balls. "That's better,"
pronounced Ethan. "Now stick your tongue under my dickhead. That's how
Sarah does it. Yeah. Let's see you swallow my dick." He rammed his dick
down Nate's throat.

"Take it, you fucker. Take all of it. I want to see you deep-throat my dick
like the cockslut you are." At this, Ethan could see the glazed look in
Nate's eyes giving way to anger; a trace of the old Nate returning.

Ethan wasted no time in reminding Nate of his precarious position. "You'd
better do a good job, bitch, unless you want all this footage ending up on
the Net. Imagine everyone seeing you with a dick in each hole." As he'd
expected, the hopeless reality of his situation sank in once again for
Nate, and the fire went out of his eyes.

Pleased with himself for having fucked the arrogance right out of Nate,
Ethan pulled out of the slave's mouth and gave his dick a last couple of
yanks with his own hand, spewing his cum copiously all over Nate's face and
hair.

Troy was still fucking Nate's ass in long, leisurely strokes so Jason took
over from Ethan. Nate's jaws ached as they stretched to accommodate the fat
dick. Again Jason showed no mercy as he face-fucked Nate. His engorged
member filled Nate's mouth and throat to such an extent that Nate often
found himself choking. He barely noticed that Troy had finally reached his
climax and been replaced by Drew.

The novel tightness of Nate's ass, with his well-honed muscles gripping
Drew's dick snugly, made Drew come almost immediately, but he wasn't
willing to give up such a comfortable receptacle for his dick just yet. He
continued to fuck Nate, using short, rapid thrusts that were a stark
contrast to Troy's relaxed pace, until he achieved his third orgasm of the
night. Rather than waste the two loads of cum he'd deposited in his condom,
Drew had Nate suck the latex sheath clean after Jason was done with
him. Nate was so emotionally numb from all the fucking that he obeyed the
order without protest.

However, he still had one more double-teaming to endure. Wes tested out
Nate's oral skills while Owen derived his greatest sadistic thrill yet by
brutally fucking Nate's well-used asshole. Owen hated Nate with a passion,
and he fucked the unfortunate stud's ass with that same passion. Wes, on
the other hand, was relatively gentle. It helped that Nate, sensing his
ordeal was nearing its end, decided to speed up the process by getting Wes
off using the tactics he'd learnt from Troy and Ethan. Wes was pleasantly
surprised when, without being commanded to, Nate licked his balls and even
tentatively stuck his tongue in Wes's piss slit. When he came -- it was
one of the best orgasms of his life -- Nate swallowed all of it
obediently.

Wes reached out and awkwardly patted Nate on the head, taking care to avoid
the patches of hair matted with dried cum. After being treated for the last
couple of hours like a slab of meat with two holes for fucking, even this
small human contact bewildered Nate. But he wasn't allowed to linger for
long on that thought, as Owen thrust into him one final time with
particular violence, making him bite his lip in pain. Withdrawing, Owen
hastily tugged off his condom so that he could let loose a large volume of
cum all over Nate's prone body.

Pulling his boxers up, Owen sneered at Nate, "How does it feel now,
Nathaniel? Still think you're better than the rest of us?"

Nate shook his head. He didn't trust himself to speak, and it wasn't just
because his throat was sore from all the fucking it had taken. At that
particular moment he felt like he was the lowliest human on the planet,
with both his orifices aching from multiple violations and his entire body
covered in his and other men's cum.

"Well, whenever you get above yourself, you'll remember this moment ..."
Nate had no doubt they would never let him forget it.

"... We're going to remind you of it every day from now on ... every time
you get on your knees to suck our dicks ... every time you get fucked up
the ass ..."

"Ev-every day?" Nate choked. "But -- but ... I thought we'd be cool after
this. Wasn't this more than payback for anything I ever did to you guys?"

"Frankly, I don't think you can ever pay enough for the crap you've done,"
spat Owen.

"And your ass is such a fantastic fuck -- I guess all that work on your
glutes really paid off, huh? -- we'd be fools to give it up so soon,"
added Drew. The idea that his muscle-building exercises had in some way
contributed to his current predicament tormented Nate even more.

"Not to mention how fulfilling it is to see you brought down a peg or two,"
joined in Ethan. "Bet you never in a million years saw yourself here, did
you? Getting gangbanged in your own house?"

"I guess what we're trying to say is, Nathaniel, your punishment period is
indefinite. It ends when WE say it ends. Of course you can always end it
yourself; just refuse to obey our orders and you can go back to being the
arrogant little shit you were before -- though that might be kind of hard
once everyone sees you as you are right now."

The threat was clear. Exhausted and sore as he was, Nate couldn't help
sobbing. "Please, guys, I'm begging you. Don't let anyone see me like
this."

"Then you take whatever we dish out without question," Owen stated
coldly. "Understand?"

The last thing Nate wanted at that very moment was a repeat of his
gang-bang. No, that was not strictly true. The last thing he wanted was the
public humiliation of being seen behaving like a slutty fag. His reputation
was the most precious thing to him, and the thought of having that trashed
beyond recognition was more than he could bear.

"Okay," he said finally. "I'll do whatever you want; just please promise me
you won't let anyone else know about this."

"We don't owe you anything, bitch!" shouted Jason.

But Wes was in a more benevolent mood after satisfying his longstanding
fantasy of fucking both of Nate's holes. "You obey us, and we'll keep the
website private," he promised. "No one who doesn't already have the
password will get hold of it. The stuff from tonight will go into a
separate part of the website, with a different password -- you can do
that, right, Drew?" Drew nodded. "Only the six of us will have access to
that part of the site."

It wasn't much, but it was more than Nate could hope for under the
circumstances.

"Now get some sleep. We'll see you in the morning." He didn't say it
explicitly, but Nate had the feeling the next day was going to be as trying
for him as today had been. The boys all filed out of the room, leaving him
tied to the bed. The cum on his body was drying fast and the whole room
reeked of sex. But Nate was still glad for the solitude, as he pondered the
meaning of his erection that was finally subsiding after two hours. It had
never once gone down since he had first started sucking Owen's dick. He
knew he couldn't possibly have enjoyed any of the things that had gone on;
the pain and the revulsion alone were enough to have convinced him of
that. Yet his own penis begged to differ.

And that was not the only thing troubling Nate. The horribly vivid picture
of his future painted by his six tormentors terrified him. He saw an
unending parade of humiliations, each worse than the last, in his
future. It was not surprising that he dreamt that night of all the guys in
his school queued up to fuck his naked body, at both ends, over the
teacher's desk, while all the girls and teachers jeered at the depraved
depths the once-proud stud had been reduced to.

While Nate fell into an uneasy, nightmare-ridden sleep, Wes was taking a
shower to wash the sweat off his body. When he emerged from the bathroom,
with his blond hair still damp and wearing only a towel slung low on his
hips, he found Jason sitting on the bed, intently browsing a MacBook.

"Is that Nate's?"

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jason nodded. "Yeah, I finally
managed to pry it away from Drew. I was trying to find those pics Nate was
blackmailing my sister with, so that I could delete them before Nate gets
them back and tries anything with them. But you'll never guess what I
found."

Wes pulled on a clean pair of boxer shorts and hopped on to the bed next to
Jason. "What?"

"Turns out Jessie wasn't the only girl Nate was taking secret pics of," he
said grimly.

Seeing the display on the screen, Wes let out a low whistle. "Christ,
that's a pretty big stash. Are you sure they're all his conquests?"

"Well, I recognize quite a few names -- apart from Jessie, there's Kelly,
Sabrina, Lisa, Samantha ... a couple of girls I think are Carlisle
cheerleaders ... And judging from the dates on these pics, he's been
cheating on Melanie for quite a while now."

"Yeah, and Kelly and Lisa are both dating other guys. I guess none of that
mattered to Nate. You think he's blackmailing them too?"

"I wouldn't put it past him. He can be a real jerk sometimes. Too bad for
him, his reign of terror is at an end."  Jason deleted the photos and made
sure to empty the recycling bin as well. Satisfied that the pictures were
well and truly gone, he shut the MacBook and put it away on the bedside
table. "I'm gonna head in for a shower before I hit the sack."

Wes lay back on the bed, arms nonchalantly behind his head, as his best
friend got undressed. "Do you think we were too hard on Nate? You and Owen
were kind of rough with him."

Jason shrugged dismissively as he stood in the doorway in his
boxer-briefs. "He'll recover. If you ask me he hasn't even begun to pay for
what he did to Jessie, let alone the rest of us."

"Maybe you're right. It's just that ... before he left, Devlin asked me for
reassurance that we wouldn't do anything worse to Nate. And I sort of
promised him that we wouldn't."

"And now we have?"

"We just raped the guy! I should think that's a lot worse!"

"I wouldn't call what we did `rape'. We meted out a well-deserved
punishment to a guy who's never ceased to be a jackass in all the years
we've known him. And judging from the hard-on he had the whole time, I
think some part of him actually enjoyed it."

"You really think he did? Enjoy it, I mean."

Jason shrugged again. "Who knows? He'll never admit it even if he did."

"I guess you're right," Wes agreed reluctantly. Now that he had come down
from his euphoric high, the guilt was really starting to get to
him. However Nate's dick might have reacted to the double-rape, he had
looked genuinely devastated by the turn of events. But Wes knew that, in
spite of this, he wouldn't balk at the next chance to fuck Nate, so
undiminished was his lust for the stud's body. If anything it was stronger
than ever after he'd experienced Nate's tight ass and shot a load down his
throat.

Jason had disappeared into the bathroom, and Wes could hear the sound of
the shower. He settled back into the pillows more comfortably and was out
like a light by the time Jason returned from his shower.

                                 & & & & &

The next morning, Nate awoke when something slimy was pressed against his
lips. Opening his eyes, he was confronted with a very hard, leaking dick in
his face. The dick's owner, Owen, was grinning down at him maliciously.

"Rise and shine, Nathaniel. As you can see, we were in need of some relief
and, rather than do it the usual way, we thought we'd avail ourselves of
your services. After all, what's the point in having a slave if he can't
help you get rid of morning wood?"

"We would've availed ourselves of your other end as well," Drew added, "but
Troy suggested that we give your ass a rest for a day or so."

"Being deflowered by five dicks in quick succession can take a toll, even
on an ass as impressively muscular as yours," Troy stated as though it were
a clinical fact. He was rewarded by a dark pink blush spreading across
Nate's face, as the stud was reminded of how he had lost his anal virginity
the previous night.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" barked Owen, growing impatient. "Are you
going to suck my dick or not?"

His throat was still sore from last night's multiple blowjobs, but Nate
knew he had little choice in the matter. He reluctantly opened his mouth
and proceeded to blow Owen. Over the next hour and a half he gave blowjobs
to each of his six masters. By the time he had serviced all of them, he had
swallowed three loads and another three had been deposited on his face,
adding to the dried streaks from the previous night.

Then Troy untied his hands and ordered him to jerk off into his breakfast
-- this time it was a bowl of cereal. Resigned to his fate, Nate rubbed
his wrists to restore circulation before fisting his dick until he came,
all over his breakfast cereal. He barely noticed Drew was taking more
pictures with his camera.

"You look a sight," remarked Troy. Nate looked down at himself, and was
ashamed to see splotches of dried cum on almost every part of his
body. Even his hair was matted with it. Troy continued, "You'd better get
your ass out to the yard for a shower."

"Can't I --"

Troy cut him off with a terse "no".  Nate grudgingly plodded down the
stairs and through the kitchen, where the other guys were having a friendly
breakfast, to the backyard. He was grateful that it was a Sunday morning,
when most of his neighbors were at church, and those that weren't, were
sleeping in. He shuddered to think what would happen if they saw him in the
state he was in.

Unlike the other day, Troy just left him alone in the backyard to hose
himself off. Having been given no towel, only a bar of soap and a bottle of
shampoo, Nate suspected he would be left to air-dry afterwards, and he was
right. He quickly soaped up his body, shampooed his hair, and then rinsed
off with water from the garden hose. He had tentatively touched his anal
ring and, upon finding it painfully swollen, decided not to probe further.

As Nate huddled behind some scraggly bushes, he looked up and saw Bobby
Rawlins standing at his window with camera in hand. He wondered how long
the little pervert had been watching. When their eyes made contact, the
cheeky blighter actually grinned and gave him a thumbs up. Nate promised
himself that, if he ever got free of this enslavement, he would beat the
shit out of Bobby Rawlins. Unfortunately, that event seemed less and less
likely by the minute.

It seemed like hours -- although it had really only been about forty
minutes -- before the kitchen door was unlocked and a dry Nate was
allowed back into his house. He was presented with the bowl of cum-laced
cereal. He wasn't sure if anyone else had jerked off into it, but he
expected it didn't really matter anymore, not after he had tasted the loads
of half a dozen different guys. He was so hungry that he actually scraped
the bowl clean, much to the amusement of his audience.

As he finished his cereal, Wes explained what the plan for the day
was. "We're going to the mall in half an hour. Some of the team is going to
meet us there. Our first stop will be to shop for your new underwear
collection. By the way, I hope you've thought about how you're going to
explain that to your mom."

Nate hadn't. His mother did all the laundry in the house and this was
something that wouldn't escape her attention. He would have to think of
something.

"Anyway," Wes continued, "we're going to get you some new stuff and then
drop into the piercing parlor to get you a nipple ring."

Nate stared at him in horror. "A nipple ring?"

"Why, do you have a problem with that?" challenged Owen. "We thought we
might even get you a little tattoo while we're at it. Unlike his highness
has some objection?" he asked sarcastically.

Nate swallowed; he had plenty of objections, but none that he dared to
voice. He knew that his conservative mother strongly disapproved of both
tattoos and piercings. He supposed he would have to avoid being shirtless
in her presence. It shouldn't be too hard since he had his own bathroom
that connected directly to his bedroom. Explaining it to Melanie, however,
would be another matter entirely. With a jolt he realized that he had not
spoken to his girlfriend since school on Friday. He'd promised then to
confirm their plans to spend Sunday together, but of course she wouldn't
have heard back from him. His cell phone was still in his masters'
possession. He fervently hoped he wouldn't bump into her at the mall.

"I think you can get dressed now," said Wes, startling Nate out of his
reverie. "I believe Troy has laid them out for you in your bedroom."

Nate obediently went upstairs, Troy hot on his heels. On his bed he found a
sleeveless, hooded sweatshirt and a pair of cargo shorts, not unlike the
previous day's pair, laid out on his bed. Nate knew, even before he put the
shorts on, that they would hang very low on his hips without a belt to hold
them up. Luckily the sweatshirt was long enough that it reached past the
waistband of the shorts, so as long Nate didn't have to stretch, no one
would be treated to a free view of his shaved groin or butt-crack. However,
they were going to enjoy peeks at his chiseled chest, as he soon
discovered. When he began to zip up the sweatshirt, Troy put out a hand to
stop him.

"You're never to have that zipped up more than halfway," he instructed
sternly. "And you're going to play with the zipper, sliding it all the way
down and back up, constantly, but never past the halfway mark. You got
that?" Nate nodded miserably.

Once he was dressed to Troy's liking, he was led back downstairs and into
his car, which Wes then drove up to the Atlantic Parade mall. Thankfully,
he was not ordered to take off his pants as on previous occasions, and the
drive passed uneventfully.

They were met at the mall by the Hamilton twins, Parker and a couple of
junior varsity players named Ryder and Dylan. Nate was a little
disappointed to note Devlin was not among them; the blond freshman was the
only person who appeared to sympathize with him. Apparently, most of the
absences were due to the players attending church with their families.

"Mrs. Ramirez would never let Dave or Cliff skip church," Parker
grinned. "You can only imagine how dejected they both were to miss out on
this."

"Let's hit the Target first," suggested Wes. Everyone being in agreement
(Nate's assent was not asked, of course!), they proceeded to the large
department store and headed straight to the section stocking male
undergarments.

"Hey, how many pairs do you think he needs?" asked Parker.

"I'd say about ten to a dozen," replied Wes. "I know he had more, but I'm
guessing he used to wear some of them to bed. Is that right?" Nate nodded.

"Well, he won't be wearing anything to bed from now on," smirked
Owen. "It's sleeping au naturel for our slave from now on. By the way,
Nathaniel, what's your waist size?"

Nate thought quickly. Having experienced his tormentors' mean streak
several times in the past forty hours, he had a pretty good idea that they
were going to use his response to buy underwear that was too small for
him. So he lied that his waist was 33 inches -- two inches more than it
actually was.

Alas, he had not been smart enough to fool them. "Really, Ramsey? That's
not what the label on those boxers we threw out said."

Nate, realizing that he had been caught out in a lie, tried to backpedal
but it was too late.

"Lying is quite a serious offence for a slave," Owen remarked with
exaggerated calm as Nate stammered his apologies. "You've just added to
your cumulative punishment."

Parker had picked out a three-pack of bikini briefs in eye-catching colors
(electric blue, bright orange and hot pink, each with a black waistband on
which the brand name was written in large white font) and tossed it into
Nate's arms. Looking down at the box he saw that it was as he'd feared: the
underwear he was holding was a size meant for men with waists measuring
between 27 and 29 inches. He nearly cried in frustration.

The boys, on the other hand, were having a great time picking out underwear
that would cause Nate maximum embarrassment.

"You guys need to check out these shelves here, they have the more `exotic'
underwear," chuckled Troy as he held up a leopard print thong. Nate was
ordered to hold it up against his waist and the boys nearly fell over
laughing. The thong was soon added to the mounting collection of purchases.

Of course, no shopping experience would have been complete without an
opportunity to humiliate Nate, so the guys sent him over with a small thong
to ask an attractive salesgirl if she had the same piece in
extra-small. The look on her face was priceless and Nate's face couldn't
have turned any redder. (The answer was no.)

When he was sent to pay for the underwear, Nate could barely look the
cashier in the eye. Nate's imagination was in overdrive, but it seemed to
him like the cashier, and the customers in queue behind him, were all
struggling not to chuckle at Nate's purchases: the aforementioned bikini
briefs and thong, five jockstraps in assorted colors, a couple of
tighty-whities, and the pièce de résistance, a black mesh thong. Nate had
never before had any underwear that bared his butt, and now they comprised
more than half of his collection.

Nate was still blushing furiously when they exited the store. But if he'd
thought that was the worst shopping experience of his life, he was very
wrong.

"It's a good thing you were so popular last night in the club," observed
Troy as he counted out the cash remaining from Nate's stripper tips. He
counted out a few notes and handed them to Nate. "Here you go. You're going
to have to go into the adult emporium yourself."

"Th-the adult emporium?" Nate stuttered. He had a very bad feeling about
this.

"I'm sure that, at the rate you're going, your mom is going to start
missing the phallic fruits and vegetables after a while. You'd better get a
dildo since you like to play with your ass so much."

Nate turned red and cast a nervous glance at the passing shoppers, hoping
none of them had heard that.

"A length of ten inches should do it," added Troy. Nate's eyes weren't the
only ones which nearly popped out at this abnormally long size.

"And make sure it's at least as thick as your own," Drew chipped in. "But
don't take your dick out in the store to measure, you might give people
ideas." The freshmen giggled at this.

"We'll wait outside till you're done," said Owen in a tone that brooked no
argument.

Nate steeled himself and walked into the store. He'd been there only once
before, on a dare when he was a sophomore. He'd been promptly chased out by
the staff for being underage. Today, however, it was a different story. He
nervously made his way to the shelves stocking dildos of various makes and
sizes. As he went closer he realized just how out of his depth he was. He
roughly knew what size to buy, but he had no idea about the other
specs. Did he want a rubber dildo, or a plastic one, or one made of
silicone? He shook his head angrily; he didn't WANT any dildo. He was being
forced to buy one.

The sales assistant, a rather effeminate young man, sidled up to him
unexpectedly. "Do you require any assistance, sir?"

Startled, Nate automatically replied, "No. I mean ..." He hesitated before
taking the plunge. After all, if he was going to be sticking this dildo up
his butt for the foreseeable future, he might as well buy the appropriate
one. "I'm looking for a dildo ... to surprise my girlfriend," he added
hastily, lest the sales guy get the wrong (or as it were, right) idea.

If the guy knew he was lying, he certainly didn't show it. But he did
mortify Nate by asking, "To use on her or yourself, sir?" as if it were the
most natural thing in the world. Nate could not for the life of him picture
Melanie sodomizing him with a dildo. He hurried to respond that it was for
his girlfriend's personal use.

The sales assistant took this in his stride and proceeded to explain the
relative advantages of a silicone dildo over one made of PVC. He also
pointed out a couple of glass dildos and another that was
steel-plated. There was no way Nate was going to put either of those up his
ass, so he finally settled on a black silicone dildo that was 10 inches
long and 4.5 inches around.

"Would you like to have it gift-wrapped, sir?" asked the sales assistant as
he rang up Nate's purchase.

"What?" Nate looked at him, puzzled.

"You said you wanted to surprise your girlfriend with it," reminded the
assistant. "So I thought you might want it gift-wrapped."

Nate could have kicked himself for forgetting that detail. "No, it's
okay. I can wrap it myself."

"Of course, sir," replied the guy, but he had a knowing smile on his
face. As Nate left the counter, red-faced, with his purchase, he heard the
large, leather-clad man who'd been in the queue behind him tell the
cashier, "A gift for his GIRLfriend?" Nate could've sworn he heard the two
men chortling even after he'd shut the store door behind him. He had never
felt so humiliated in his life.

His tormentors were waiting for him on some benches nearby. They looked up
in annoyance as he approached them. Troy snatched the shopping bag with the
dildo from him and peered into it, before shoving it back into his
arms. "Took you long enough."

"There's still time to visit the tattoo parlor before lunch," said Wes.

Nate's heart sank. He'd hoped they weren't serious about the tattoo and the
piercing. "Guys, could you maybe reconsider? Please? I don't know how I'm
going to explain a tattoo AND a nipple ring to my folks."

"You're such a good liar, I'm sure you'll think of something," Owen
snarked.

Nate looked so pitiful that Wes decided to give him a small break. "Okay,
let's have a compromise. You only need to get one -- either the tattoo or
the nipple ring. Which do you prefer?"

Nate was conflicted. He honestly didn't want either. But he was aware that
if he didn't take advantage of this small mercy now he wouldn't get the
chance later. He'd seen the design of the tattoo: a marlin, as in his
basketball team's mascot. Of course his tormentors meant it as a sign of
his enslavement to the team, but Nate thought he had a decent chance of
explaining it away as a display of team loyalty. Certainly it would be
easier to justify than a nipple ring, which in his mind just screamed
`gay'.

"The tattoo, please," he said at last. "I prefer getting the tattoo."

And that was the end of the debate. Nate was led into the tattoo parlor
where the bored young tattooist was informed that Nate wanted to get a
tattoo done on the small of his back.

"We can film this, right?" asked Ethan, who was still in possession of the
video camera.

The tattooist nodded. "As long as it's okay with -- Nate, was it?"

Of course Nate was in no condition to say otherwise. Ethan brought out the
camera and started filming as soon as the tattooist had Nate take off his
shirt (he belatedly remembered to hike up his pants, but not before the
tattooist learnt that Nate shaved his pubic hair).

Nate was told to lie on his stomach. "Where exactly did you want the
tattoo?"

Drew pointed out a spot on Nate's bare back, just above his butt crack.

"Okay, I'm going to have to lower your pants a little." Without waiting for
a reply, the tattooist pulled down Nate's shorts, exposing the upper half
of his butt. Ethan's video camera drank up Nate's shame.

 "This will only hurt a little," the tattooist assured him as he swabbed
the small of Nate's back with antiseptic. It hurt a lot more than "a
little", and Nate had to grit his teeth several times. Fortunately the
tattoo was (mercifully) small and monochromatic, so Nate's ordeal was soon
over. The tattooist taped a bandage over the design as he told him how to
care for his new tattoo. Nate was glad to pull his shorts back up to a more
modest level and gingerly zipped up his hoodie.

Shane Hamilton proposed lunch as they exited the tattoo parlor.

Wes looked at his watch. "Yes. You guys go and get a table first; I need to
get my mom a birthday present."

"I'll come with you," offered Jason. "Owen, text us where we should meet
you for lunch."

Troy interjected, "Actually, I've got to go get something too. See you guys
at lunch." He walked off in a different direction from Wes and Jason.

Owen rubbed his hands together. "So where shall we go for lunch? Nathaniel?
Nathaniel!"

Nate had turned pale and was trying to edge behind the Hamilton twins in an
attempt not to be seen by someone. Owen followed Nate's line of vision and
spotted a familiar guy in a delivery boy's uniform, lounging outside the
pizzeria. It took him a moment to remember where he'd seen him before, but
once he had, an evil grin spread across his face.

"I guess we're having pizza then," he announced.

Nate pleaded, "Please, no." But of course no one cared for his opinion. He
was surrounded on all sides by a human barrier of his teammates and had no
choice but to move in tandem with them as they approached the pizzeria
entrance.

If Nate had hoped Owen would not make his presence known to the delivery
boy, he was sadly mistaken. He went right up to him and asked for a table
for twelve.

Zack Rosen was about to politely respond that they should ask a waiter, as
he was a delivery boy, but then he caught sight of Nate. He instantly
recognized him as the boy who had opened the front door naked two nights
before. Nate's flushed face confirmed it.

"There's ... plenty of empty tables ... inside," Zack said absently,
distracted by Nate's presence. "I'll get you some menus."

Owen walked ahead and chose a long table set against the back wall of the
dining area, right next to a short hallway that led to the staff-only
area. Zack handed out the menu cards, all the while eyeing Nate, who kept
his own gaze pointedly downwards.

As soon as Zack had disappeared into the staff area, Owen turned to Nate
and ordered him to take off his shorts.

"Now?" Nate choked. He looked around wildly, but it was still early and the
pizzeria's dining room was deserted except for a couple of occupied tables
near the front. Sandwiched between Owen and Stuart, and with his back to a
wall, it was unlikely anyone would notice he was naked from the waist
down. But that didn't help diminish Nate's terror of being discovered
mostly naked in public. He fearfully slid his shorts down and placed them
in Owen's outstretched hand. To his absolute horror, Owen got up and nipped
into the staff-only area with his shorts!

He returned to his seat within moments but Nate's shorts were nowhere in
sight. "If you want to leave this place with your dignity intact, you're
going to have to collect them yourself from the storage closet," he was
informed. "In fact, you'd better go get them right now."

Nate stared at Owen, wondering what the catch was. His sadistic tormentor
was unlikely to let him keep his shorts on for the duration of their meal,
so why was he allowing him to reclaim them so soon? However, Owen was still
standing and Nate had no choice but to jump up from his seat, tugging his
sweatshirt as far down as possible to cover his crotch and dash into the
staff area before the other diners noticed anything.

He located the door marked STORAGE easily enough, but that was where his
troubles started. He tried the doorknob only to find it was locked shut! As
he jiggled the doorknob frantically in the futile hope that it would
somehow give, his worst fears were realized.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Nate whirled around, hands clasped over his groin, to face Zack. "It's one
thing to be naked in your own home, but here in a public eatery ... I'm
going to have to call mall security."

Scared out of his wits at the thought of his parents being informed about
how their son was found naked in the mall by security, Nate blabbered, "No,
please don't. It's just a prank, I'm really sorry --"

"You sure didn't seem sorry the other day when you answered your door,"
Zack retorted. "In fact you were downright rude. Give me one good reason I
shouldn't alert security to the pervert who's running around naked, in an
establishment frequented by families with kids."

"Oh please don't do that!" Nate begged." My shorts are just on the other
side of the door; I just need someone to open it for me. I -- I'll do
anything, just please unlock this doo and don't rat me out to security."

Zack would have told him to fly kites -- he had to deal with rude
customers on a daily basis and he wasn't inclined to give them a break on
the rare occasion when the tables were turned, no matter how hot they
looked naked -- but that was before Nate had offered to do "anything" in
exchange for Zack's assistance.

"Anything?" he repeated. "You'd really do anything?"

Nate realized his mistake and tried to take back his words. "Well, not
anything. Just ... anything within reason. I have a bit of money, if you
want."

"Yeah, you do kind of owe me a tip for Friday's delivery," mused Zack. "But
that wouldn't really compensate for today's mishap now, would it? What else
do you have to offer?"

Nate was backed into a corner and he knew it. The door to the kitchen was
right behind Zack and he was afraid someone would come through it at any
moment and see him butt-naked. Just when he thought things couldn't get any
worse ... it did.

"He gives a mean blowjob." Both Zack and Nate jumped; Owen had crept up
behind them without being noticed by either.

"Who the fuck are you?" asked a perplexed Zack.

"Someone who's had the pleasure of experiencing the things this slut can do
with his tongue," Owen replied with a grin. Nate almost died of shame as
another man learnt of his utter disgrace.

Zack looked from Owen to Nate. "Is he serious? Will you really blow me if I
promise to keep quiet and get your shorts?"

"No way!" exclaimed Nate. He couldn't believe a stranger was actually
expecting him to service his dick in return for not alerting security and
unlocking a door so that he could get his fucking pants back. "I'll give
you anything, just not that."

"But what if I want a blowjob? And nothing else will do?" Zack, having been
bullied in high school by jocks just like Nate, was extremely turned on to
find himself lording it over such an attractive stud. The fact that the
superiorly muscled Nate could've snapped him like a twig made his dick even
harder.

Behind Zack, Owen mimed sucking on a popsicle. The meaning was clear; Owen
intended for him to blow Zack. Nate knew he should refuse to be pimped out
like this -- it was not part of his deal with his tormentors -- but his
position was extremely precarious, especially without Wes to back him
up. He couldn't believe what he was about to do but knew, nonetheless, it
was what he had to do.

"I'll blow you," he whispered, utterly defeated. "But somewhere private."

Zack was delighted; he hadn't expected Nate to cave. And he was more than
willing to oblige Nate's caveat. "Let's go in here," he said, pulling out a
ring of keys and unlocking the door to the storage closet. Nate followed
him into the narrow, windowless room mutely. Just as Zack was about to shut
the door, Owen handed him a cell phone Nate recognized as his own.

"Just use the video function to record the blowjob ... the slut likes to
review his performance after the fact." Nate bowed his head, completely
humiliated. "Oh, and make sure you pull out before you cum -- it makes
for a better visual."

"Oh, you mean he doesn't swallow?" asked Zack, disappointed. He'd been
looking forward to shooting his load down the throat of this hot, arrogant
stud.

Owen thought for a second. "Tell you what, you cum on his face, and make
him mop up the mess with his fingers and lick them clean."

"Awesome," grinned Zack. "On your knees!" he ordered Nate. "Say, what's
your name anyway?" Then he shrugged. "What the hell, it doesn't
matter. I'll just call you slut. Take off your hoodie, slut. I want to see
you completely naked like when you answered your front door."

Satisfied that Nate was in good hands, Owen shut the door behind him and
returned to his comrades in the dining area. For the benefit of those who
were not aware of how far Nate's debasement had continued, he told them
Nate was jerking off for an audience. He reasoned that it wasn't too far
from the truth. After all, Nate was jerking off ... someone else's dick
using his mouth.

Meanwhile in the storage closet, Nate was completely naked and on his knees
before Zack. He was dazed, not fully aware of what was happening to him. It
was quite surreal -- two days ago he had been a widely idolized, macho
straight jock, and now he was sucking off a stranger in a storage closet,
giving his thirteenth blowjob in as many hours. The ridiculous thought of
13 being an aptly unlucky number crossed his mind but was lost when he
heard Zack unzip his jeans. As Zack fished out his hard, drooling dick and
thrust it in Nate's face, Nate went into a sort of autopilot and wrapped
his lips around it.

"Oh yeah, that feels fucking good. Suck my fucking dick, you slut." Zack
muttered obscenities as Nate worked his dick to a climax. He wasn't even
aware of the cell phone Zack was holding at mid-chest height, recording
every detail of his degradation. As soon as he was assured of an impending
orgasm, Zack pulled his dick out of Nate's mouth and loosed a massive load
of cum all over the kneeling slave's handsome features.

"Now mop up my cum with your fingers and lick `em clean." Nate numbly
obeyed. The taste of semen was becoming all too common for him. He knew he
had to lick up every drop if he didn't want to go out to the dining area
with traces of cum on his face. When he had cleaned up to Zack's
satisfaction, the delivery boy tossed Nate's hoodie and his shorts, which
had been behind the door, at him and told him to get dressed and get
out. He slipped the cell phone into Nate's pocket. The stud was so out of
it that it didn't even occur to him to delete the recording of the blowjob
from it. He stumbled out into the dining area just as Wes and Jason arrived
with a gift bag.

"Where've you been?" asked Wes, immediately noticing the dazed look on
Nate's face.

"In the storage closet, jerking off for the delivery boy," piped up Dylan.

"Jerking off for the -- what?" Wes nearly hit the roof. He hissed at his
teammates, "I thought I told we were supposed to keep this between
ourselves. Certainly not to let in people we don't know we can trust!"

Zack emerged from the kitchen just then, with a delivery bag slung over his
shoulder. "Good job, slut," he said quietly, patting Nate's head on his way
out.

"Did he just call you a slut?" giggled Ryder. Wes sensed something was off,
and looked closely at Nate. He immediately noticed that his lips were a
little puffy and that he kept swallowing hard as if to clear his mouth of
some unpleasant taste. "Owen, we need to talk. Outside," he said grimly.

Owen followed him out reluctantly. Almost as soon as they were outside, he
found himself being slammed up against the wall. "What the fuck was that?"
Wes kept his voice low but it took a great effort. "Did you make Nate blow
that delivery guy?"

"I didn't make him," protested Owen, "he offered!"

Wes stared incredulously at Owen. "You seriously expect me to believe that
Nate willingly offered a blowjob to a total stranger? We made a deal, Owen!
We promised Nate that we wouldn't let anyone else in on this scheme, not
even the rest of the team. We can't guarantee secrecy if every Tom, Dick
and Harry gets to know about it!"

Owen looked mutinous; the secrecy of Nate's enslavement was obviously far
from a priority for him. However, he was smart enough to know that he had
to keep Wes as an ally if he wanted his master plan to succeed. Hastily
arranging his face into what he hoped was an apologetic expression, he
said, "I'm sorry, captain. I got carried away. It was just such a perfect
opportunity that -- never mind. It won't happen again, I swear. I'll run
everything by you in the future."

Wes wasn't entirely convinced but he supposed an apology and the promise of
no repeats was the best he could hope for. "Alright. No more strangers," he
reiterated.

Owen hesitated. "Uh ... I don't think you're going to like Troy's idea
then."

Wes narrowed his eyes. "And just what might that idea be?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself? Here he comes." Wes turned around to see
Troy walking up to the pizzeria, a little manila envelope in hand. The
tension between his two teammates immediately caught his attention.

"What's up, guys?"

Wes answered grimly, "Owen here thought it would be a good idea to have
Nate suck off the pizza delivery boy." Troy started to grin but, seeing the
severe expression on his captain's face, thought the better of it. "And he
tells me you have a similar idea to expose our little arrangement to a
stranger."

"Well, not precisely a stranger," replied Troy. "Spencer."

"Zarowsky?"

Troy nodded. "Yeah. And we wouldn't exactly be revealing our arrangement to
him. You know how Spence has been kind of down in the dumps since Derek
Courtland broke up with him. I had the idea that he might be cheered up if
a nice-looking guy started paying attention to him -- if you know what I
mean."

Wes furrowed his brow. "How does Nate come into ... oh. You mean you want
Nate to -- to seduce him?" He started laughing. "That's never going to
work!"

"Oh, I think it will. Spence helped Nate out of a tight spot yesterday so
I'd say the seeds have already been sown."

"It'll never work," repeated Wes. "Nate won't know the first thing about
seducing a gay guy!"

"He'll learn," responded Troy, "if he wants his dirty little secret from
coming out -- no pun intended. And Spence won't know about our role in
his seduction, or Nate being our slave; as far as he'll be concerned,
Nate's just a closet case wanting his first taste of gay sex." Wes was
still looking skeptical, so Troy added, "It'll be Nate's worst nightmare
-- having to seduce a gay guy."

Wes knew this was true. Nate had never expressed it out loud, knowing how
much his teammates liked Troy and that they'd probably hammer him for
homophobia, but any astute observer could tell that Nate believed being gay
somehow made you less of a man. If truth be told, it was one of the reasons
Wes was allowing things to go so far with Nate ... he had the gut feeling
that Nate's respect for him, whatever little there was of it, would
evaporate if he ever came out about being bisexual.

"Okay," said Wes at last. "Spencer did look rather blue yesterday, and I
suppose it wouldn't hurt to let him in on our fun, as long as word doesn't
get out."

"No worries on that score," assured Troy. "I'm sure Nate will be more than
enthusiastic to play the part of a closet case desperate to stay inside,
and Spencer's a pretty understanding guy."

"I cannot wait to see his face when you tell him he has to seduce a guy!"
crowed Owen. "That'll be a classic moment for sure."

"Okay, can we go inside and eat now? I'm starving." The trio rejoined their
friends (and slave) for lunch. They were a boisterous bunch, with the
obvious exception of Nate, who ate his meal in silence, unable to
comprehend how far he'd sunk.

He was still on autopilot when the guys made him rub his dick through his
shorts till he was hard and made him maintain the erection as they walked
through the mall, the front of his shorts bulging obscenely. More than one
snickering passerby noticed -- but Nate didn't. It wouldn't be until they
were back in his house that some modicum of awareness returned to Nate --
in time for further misery.

As soon as they were inside the front door, and Nate had once more stripped
naked (save for the small bandage on his back), Wes informed him of the
arrangements for the week ahead. "We've decided to share you out among the
five of us -- Ethan says he doesn't need one-on-one time with you -- so
you'll be spending Monday evening with me, Tuesday with Troy, Wednesday
with Jason, Thursday with Drew, and Friday with Owen." Nate's shoulders
slumped; he could only imagine what torments those evenings, particularly
Friday with the sadistic Owen, would bring. Wes continued, "On weekends
you'll be available for use by the rest of the team, who'll remain in the
dark about your extracurricular activities."

"Unless you want them to know about you taking it up the ass with a
freaking hard-on," Owen suggested cruelly. Nate shook his head frantically;
the thought of even one more person knowing about that was too awful to
contemplate. Fortunately, Parker, Dylan, Ryder and the twins had parted
ways with the group after lunch, none the wiser as to what had really
happened in the storage closet. The recoding of Zack's blowjob would be
uploaded to the section of the website secured by an additional password.

However, someone else WAS going to learn about Nate's cocksucking
abilities. Nate listened in growing horror as Troy outlined the plan for
him to seduce Spencer Zarowsky.

"You can't be serious! I barely know the guy! And you said no one else was
going to get to -- to use me, in that way," Nate objected.

"Actually, we promised that no one else would learn about the website, and
the goodies contained therein, or the fact that you were giving it up like
a cheap gay hustler on a regular basis to six of your teammates. Indeed,
Spencer won't discover any of these things as long as you play it cool and
act your little heart out as the closet case desperate to experience gay
sex but still reluctant to come out."

The other guys all had varying degrees of hilarity etched on their faces as
they listened to this plan, but Nate was far from amused. Terrified and
bewildered were more accurate descriptions of what he was feeling. He
wondered what the hell he was doing. Troy's plan was totally ludicrous and
humiliating. Him seducing a gay guy! Having sex with him would be bad
enough but it was the romantic overtures of the seduction routine that
really turned Nate's stomach. He'd have to kiss another guy and -- worse
-- pretend to enjoy it! It was impossible and he told his tormentors as
much.

"You'll find a way," was the unsympathetic response. "You have to or
everyone sees just how much of a slut you really are."

Nate blinked back tears. Was this all really worth it: the sacrifice of his
personal pride and dignity in order to preserve his reputation? There had
been so many moments in the last couple of days where it hadn't seemed
worth it, but ultimately his desire to protect his reputation won out. He
knew he was not the slutty faggot they were making him out to be -- no
matter how his own dick had betrayed him the previous night -- but he
would have a hard time convincing anyone else, particularly his parents or
Melanie, if they ever saw the incriminating pictures.

"What have I got to do?" he mumbled finally. His surrender made his
tormentors grin, and Drew whooped, "Natey's getting a boyfriend!"

Nate blushed but didn't retort. He listened as Troy told him how he would
approach Spencer to return his lifeguard uniform in the county pool's
parking lot. He would express his heartfelt gratitude to Spencer for saving
him for further public humiliation ... and then move in for a kiss.

"Do I really have to kiss him?" he whined.

Troy rolled his eyes. "No, Nate, you just tell him you're a slutty slave
who wants his dick up your ass."

Nate realized the futility of questioning the plan and shut up. He cringed
inwardly as Troy elaborated on other details of the plan. He was leaving
the content of Nate's dialogue with Spencer to the former's imagination,
but there were a few things Nate was going to have to accomplish. Nate's
eyes grew wider as Troy described a blowjob in the backseat of Spencer's
car.

"But it's a public parking lot! Anyone might see me!" protested Nate.

"The lifeguards have special parking bays with the rest of the staff round
the side of the aquatic center. It's pretty deserted. Besides, it'll be a
good incentive for you to keep your head down, if you know what I mean."
Nate did.

"So do you want to practice?" asked Troy with a grin.

"P-practice?" stammered Nate.

"Seducing a gay guy." Troy puckered his lips mockingly to illustrate his
meaning. "You're going to need lessons if you don't want to fail
miserably."

"If you're going to play kissy face with the slave, could you at least take
it into a bedroom?" complained Ethan. "The rest of you guys: what say we
have a go on his PS3?"

He was taken up on his offer while Troy led an apprehensive Nate into the
ground floor guest room. He'd taken the video camera from Ethan and now he
placed it to record from the top of the chest of drawers. The viewfinder
showed an unobstructed, full-length view of the tall windows opposite, and
it was here that he made Nate stand, facing him with about a foot
separating them.

"Okay, so ... go for it," Troy demanded.

Nate scrunched up his face as he reluctantly brought his lips closer to
Troy's. It was not that Troy was unattractive; indeed he was one of the
best-looking guys on the team. But that was precisely where Nate's problem
lay: he was a GUY. Guys weren't supposed to kiss other guys. Sure, girls
sharing a lip lock were hot but guy-on-guy action was most decidedly
not. It was just disgusting and -- and unmanly.

Nate had moved more than a foot forwards and still his lips hadn't
encountered Troy's. He opened his eyes to find that Troy had stepped back
and was standing with his arms crossed disapprovingly.

"If you look like that when you go in for a kiss, Spencer's going to smell
a rat immediately. Looking vulnerable is fine ... in fact it can be
downright sexy. But looking disgusted? Not so much. You should know this
stuff. Kissing 101."

Nate's version of Kissing 101 hadn't involved swapping spit with other
males.

"Remember when you refused to take off your underwear, and we stripped you
right there on the basketball court? The vulnerability in your eyes then
was pretty darn delicious," Troy said candidly as Nate flinched. "Now if
you can imitate that look, Spencer will be putty in your hands."

Nate didn't want Spencer to be putty in his hands. He seemed like an okay
guy but he sure as hell didn't want to kiss him, much less have a
full-blown affair with him! But he could see Troy was getting impatient
and, fearing a more humiliating punishment, hastened to humor him. He
arranged his face into his best puppy-dog expression.

"That's better," said Troy approvingly. "Now kiss me."

Struggling to keep revulsion from coloring his features, Nate leaned
forward and, very quickly, gave Troy a peck on the lips. He was surprised
to find it was not very different from kissing a girl. So strong was his
prejudice, however, that it did not distract from the fact that he was
kissing a guy.

He looked at Troy and found him very dissatisfied. "You call that a kiss?
Jeez, it's a wonder you have a line of girls waiting to get into your pants
if that's your best kissing technique. Not even tongue!" Nate was no
stranger to French kissing, but he hadn't wanted to shove his tongue down
another guy's throat. Troy sighed. "I suppose I'm going to have to lead."

Without warning, he grabbed Nate's head in both hands and pressed his lips
against Nate's, forcing his tongue into his oral cavity. Nate gagged as
much from the sudden intrusion as the reality that a gay guy had his tongue
down his throat. After a few moments Troy broke away.

"Now YOU do it," he ordered, "and make it convincing. Spencer needs to
believe that you really, really want him. Grope me while we're kissing."
Troy was really enjoying this opportunity to make Nate squirm. Revenge was
sweet.

Nate was thoroughly ashamed as he moved in for another kiss. This time he
probed Troy's lips, trying his darnedest to think of Melanie as he did, and
when Troy parted his lips, Nate slipped his tongue into his
mouth. Remembering the order to grope Troy, Nate reached down, without
breaking the lip lock, to cup the very obvious bulge in Troy's jeans
through the denim.

"Put your hand inside my jeans," Troy breathed in Nate's ear. "And then
slowly undress me."

Nate hadn't thought he could feel any more humiliated after being
gang-raped by his teammates but now he realized how wrong he'd been. Being
butt-fucked and giving blowjobs under duress was one thing, but going
through the motions of a gay seduction was another entirely. Pretending
affection for another man, kissing him passionately and then groping his
genitals lustfully ... Nate almost wished he was on his back, being raped
at both ends, because at least that was explicitly against his will and
didn't take away from the fact that he was 100% heterosexual.

They were both alone in the guest room and it occurred to Nate he was more
than capable of punching Troy's lights out and making a run for it. But
immediately he realized what a pointless move that would be. Even if he
somehow found clothes and sneaked out past the five other guys in the
lounge, his escape (and wounding of Troy) would just make them madder and
convince them to release the lewd photos they had of him. And then his life
would be over.

No, it was utterly pointless. He was in this situation because he had no
way out of it. Accepting this reality, Nate reluctantly slid his hand into
the waistband of Troy's jeans and felt the warmth of his equipment through
the cotton of his briefs. He shut his eyes, holding in the tears that
threatened to spill over. Troy's lips were still clamped over his and he so
desperately wanted to be sick.

Taking his hand out of Troy's pants, he reached for the top button of his
shirt and undid it. Within seconds he had the whole shirt unbuttoned and
Troy helped him by slipping it off. Only then did he break the kiss to give
Nate's next command. "You're going to kiss me all the way down my body."

Nate lost the battle to hold in his tears; he was now crying freely. Troy
didn't care; in fact he positively reveled in Nate's humiliation. How many
times had this stud undressed girls before having his way with them? Now he
was stripping and necking his openly gay teammate. How indeed the mighty
have fallen.

The subjugated jock first kissed his left shoulder before moving downwards,
covering Troy's torso with kisses. Troy had quite an impressive chest --
not as spectacular as Nate's, but he didn't have an ounce of fat on him
either. His pecs and washboard abs cut clean lines across his torso, and he
was naturally smooth except for the trail of dark hairs that began below
his navel before disappearing into his waistband.

"Pay special attention to the nipples," instructed Troy. Nate's vision was
blurred by tears but he obediently sucked on each dark aureole, rolling the
nub between his lips. Troy's nipples were both standing out prominently by
the time he was done with them. As he kissed Troy's abs, his master told
him to undress him completely.

Nate undid the button on Troy's jeans and then slid them all the way
down. Troy was now naked except for the bulging pair of dark blue briefs.

"Kiss my junk through the cloth," ordered Troy. Nate knelt, breathing in
the musky odor as he tasted cotton and sweat.

"Now seal the deal." Nate didn't have to ask what that meant. He grasped
the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down slowly, exposing first
Troy's trimmed pubic thatch. Normally this would have been a prime subject
for ridicule by Nate but, unfortunately for him, he didn't have any room to
talk now with his hairless groin.

Troy's hard dick flopped out upon being freed from its cotton confines,
nearly taking Nate's eye out with it. He automatically took the throbbing
organ into his mouth.

"I didn't actually mean for you to blow me," noted Troy with amusement. "I
suppose it's good that your inner gay slut is coming to the fore." Nate
spat out Troy's dick, his face burning with shame.

"I just wanted you to give my junk a nice tongue bath. I daresay a blowjob
would really hit the spot but it wouldn't be fair on the other guys if I
got sucked twice in one day. Hold on to my butt while you lick my dick and
balls. Yeah, like that. Dig your fingers into my crack. Spencer will love
it if you do that while you blow him."

Nate lapped at Troy's hard dick and shaved balls until they glistened with
spit. Troy was obviously having a good time; he groaned so loudly that
Ethan banged on the shut door to tell the two "lovebirds" to keep it down.

Troy grinned and popped his dick out of Nate's mouth. "That's enough for
today. I think that, if you talk about how badly you need dick and keep
that sexy, helpless look in your eyes, you can seduce every gay man between
here and Richmond. Go and see if your other masters require anything. I,
uh, need some private time." He wasn't bothering to put his clothes back on
and Nate had a pretty good idea what Troy needed the `private time' for;
his dick was rock hard and dripping. Nate was desperately trying to keep
his gaze on Troy's face and not any part of his naked body.

"Oh, before I forget, here's something I picked up for you," Troy said,
digging out a folded manila envelope from the pocket of his discarded
shirt. He turned it upside down and a small brass item fell out into the
palm of his hand. "Since you escaped having your nipple pierced, I thought
this clip-on ring would be the next best thing."

He beckoned Nate closer to attach the ring to the nub of Nate's left
nipple. Admiring his handiwork with approval, Troy commented, "And it
doesn't even require any healing time. Perfect. You'll wear that to school,
and to your evening duties, unless you're given other instructions. You got
that?"

Nate was crushed to learn that he would have to sport embarrassing nipple
jewelry after presuming he'd escaped such a fate earlier. At least this
cloud had a silver lining -- he could easily remove the nipple ring at
home and his mother would never have to know.

"Alright then, out you go," Troy ordered, shutting the door after Nate. He
settled down to review the recording of Nate's `practice' in the arts of
gay seduction. He chuckled to himself as he watched the oh-so-macho
straight stud debase himself so thoroughly.

Meanwhile Nate found his other five tormentors sprawled in the lounge,
playing video games. This common teenage pastime seemed a world away from
the cocksucking and ass-fucking Nate's life had begun to revolve around.

"The stud's back," proclaimed Owen sarcastically when he saw Nate enter the
room. "Now you can get your ass in the kitchen and make us something to
drink -- we're dying of thirst in here."

How Nate wished they WERE dead. Instead he obeyed the command silently. By
the time he came back with six glasses of iced lemonade and a plate of
cookies on a tray, a somewhat sweaty Troy had rejoined his friends in the
lounge. He was dressed but hadn't bothered to do up any of the buttons of
his shirt. Nate couldn't help wondering if he might have escaped his
current predicament had he been as casual as these guys were with communal
nudity.

"You didn't make yourself a drink?" asked Troy as he helped himself to a
glass and a cookie. Nate shook his head. "That's okay. I brought you some
refreshment, straight from the tap." He held out a glass with a quantity of
milky fluid at the bottom. Nate realized with disgust that it was the
product of Troy's masturbation.

"Drink up," urged Troy as he saw Nate hesitate. Nate supposed resisting was
futile and, quite honestly, stupid. He'd drunk Troy's cum on two separate
occasions already, and the cum of six other guys besides. He downed the
contents of the glass and, when prompted, licked it clean. It was a
struggle, as it always was, but he managed to keep it down.

Soon after, the boys surprised Nate with the announcement that they had to
leave. For some reason he'd become so accustomed to having them in his home
that he hadn't anticipated their departure. He was reminded that his
parents were due back that evening and he had work to do, clearing the mess
in the house, before they returned.

"And don't forget you owe young Bobby Rawlins a show at five," added
Owen. "In fact, it would be a shame to let this nice bit of spring sunshine
we're having go to waste. Andrew, you have Bobby's number, right? Let him
know he can get a jumpstart on overseeing Nate's nude sunbathing if he
wants."

Bobby was more than enthusiastic to supervise Nate as he sunbathed naked in
his backyard. His father had gone out to his club and his mother to visit a
friend, so his absence would not be noticed. (Nate was relieved that this
meant neither Mr. nor Mrs. Rawlins would look out their window and catch an
eyeful.)

Nate's six tormentors drifted between the rooms collecting their stuff and
had just finished when Bobby rang the doorbell. Content that Nate's
humiliation for the day would not end with their departure, they reminded
him to wear the hot pink bikini briefs to school tomorrow.

"Don't even think of skipping school. You do and the videos go viral."
Bobby was oblivious to the true nature of all the videos the boys now had
on Nate but he grinned nonetheless, ecstatic to see his once-proud neighbor
reduced to a shell of his former self.

The last of the team was gone and the front door was shut when Bobby turned
to Nate. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, don't you?"
Nate seriously doubted it would be any fun for him.

They went out into the backyard, Nate unable to stop himself from looking
around nervously. The yard was surrounded by a wooden fence and only
visible from the (empty) Rawlins residence but that didn't reduce Nate's
feeling of exposure being naked out of doors in broad daylight.

Bobby immediately started giving instructions. "Okay lie on your stomach,
I'm going to do your back first. By the way, why'd you have a bandage?"

"A tattoo," mumbled Nate. "I've got to keep it on for 24 hours."

"Cool. I see you went the whole hog: nice nipple ring. My parents would
never let me get a tattoo," Bobby said conversationally as he set up his
tripod opposite the deckchair on which Nate was reclining.

The inane chatter drove Nate nuts. "Will you shut the fuck up!"

Bobby raised his eyebrows. "That's not a very wise thing to say to someone
who's got your balls in his hand. Or do you want the world to see that
superb shot of you with a hard--"

"Okay, I get the picture. I'm sorry," Nate hastily apologized.

He didn't hear Bobby mutter under his breath, "Even if you aren't now, you
will be soon enough."

After checking that his video camera was recording, Bobby squirted a goodly
amount of sunscreen onto Nate's back. Then he started massaging it into the
bare skin, copping a good feel of Nate's ripped muscles at the same
time. Nate knew the little perv must be getting off on having his grubby
paws all over his body and he hated that he had to let him. The worst part
was when the time came to do Nate's butt. Bobby kneaded the firm orbs with
his greasy fingers, marveling at Nate's well-honed gluteal muscles.

Then, to maximize the helpless stud's shame, he parted the cheeks to have a
good look at Nate's anal pucker. "Gosh, it looks like you've had a baseball
bat up your butthole," he commented maliciously. In reality, Nate's rear
orifice was in remarkably good condition apart from a little swelling
(considering he'd had five dicks up it the previous night) but Bobby just
wanted to embarrass the arrogant jock. To that end he had calculated
correctly; Nate turned a dark shade of red.

The younger boy pressed his finger against the puffy ring. "Don't," gasped
Nate, but he was powerless as Bobby forced his finger into the sore chute.

"How does it feel now, huh?" asked Bobby as he wriggled his finger around
inside Nate's tight anal cavity, making him whimper. "Bet you wish you'd
never squealed to my parents now!"

"I'm sorry, man!" Nate moaned.  "I'm really sorry!" The invading finger was
aggravating the swollen tissue that lined his rectum and it felt like his
ass was on fire.

Bobby withdrew his finger until only the tip remained inside Nate's ass. "I
bet you are." Nate sighed with relief ... prematurely. Bobby shoved the
entire length of his finger back in with a vengeance and Nate shrieked in
pain.

Satisfied at having reduced Nate to a blubbering mess, Bobby moved his
hands further down Nate's body, rubbing sunscreen into the hairy and
muscular thighs. "You know, they should shave all this hair off as well,"
he suggested, causing Nate to shudder. A smooth chest and groin he could
keep hidden, but hairless legs would not be so easy, not with the summer
fast approaching. He hoped Bobby was only joking about shaving his legs.

Once Nate's entire back was liberally coated, Bobby retired to the shade of
Nate's kitchen while the latter worked on his tan. Half an hour later he
returned, ordering Nate to roll onto his back so that they could do his
front. Nate obediently rolled over and Bobby began slathering his arms and
chest with sunscreen. He didn't miss the opportunity to feel up Nate's
bulging biceps, play with his nipples and rub his ripped abs. His hunky
neighbor was at his mercy and Bobby was loving every moment of it.

He recalled once seeing Nate in his boxer-briefs after the stud had
stripped down without remembering to draw his curtains. The tight underwear
clung to Nate's muscular butt and emphasized the prominent bulge at the
front. Nate had soon noticed Bobby looking from his window and disgustedly
drawn the curtains, but not before the image was forever etched in Bobby's
mind. He had dreamt of seeing his gorgeous neighbor nude one day but never
imagined that hot, naked body would be at his complete disposal like this.

"What are you doing?" Nate said suddenly as he felt Bobby's hand on his
dick.

"I'm guessing a sunburned dick hurts like hell," replied Bobby
matter-of-factly. "So unless you want to find that out for yourself, you'd
better shut up." He gripped Nate's dick between his thumb and index finger
and gently stroked it. In spite of himself Nate felt his breathing quicken
and the blood rush to his groin.  He felt more horribly exposed than ever.

"Not out here, please, Bobby -- master," he begged.

Bobby grinned at being called master by the older jock. But it wasn't
enough to soften him towards leniency. He doubled the speed of his stroking
with his right hand while his left played with Nate's heavy balls.

"Oh God. Please, Bobby. Don't do this."

"You're going to cum for the camera whether you like it or not. In fact I'm
giving you ten minutes -- or else I'm locking your back door and leaving
you out here like this for your parents to find when they come home."

Nate closed his eyes in horror at the thought of being discovered naked in
their backyard by his parents. He willed his dick to harden, not that it
was a difficult task with Bobby now using his entire fist to pump Nate's
dick.

Fear is a good motivator and in no time at all Nate was ejaculating,
splattering his chest and abs with his creamy seed.

"I'd tell you to lick it up but it's kind of gotten mixed with the
sunscreen so that might not be the best idea," observed Bobby. "Anyway
you're going to fulfill your cum diet later when you lick your window
clean."

Nate stared at him incredulously. "You mean I still have to jerk off onto
my window?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Duh. Your team wants to see a video of you jerking
off onto that window every day. It wouldn't be nice to let your masters
down now, would it?"

"But --"

"But what? A macho stud like you can't cum twice in one day?" mocked
Bobby. "Now you can finish rubbing sunscreen onto your legs but DON'T touch
the cum on your chest. I'm going back home but if I look out and don't see
you here at any time during the next thirty minutes, your teammates are
going to hear about it. And I expect you to be at your window at five
sharp, jacking your dick for all you're worth."

He dismantled the tripod and departed. Nate considered running back into
the house but decided against it; the chances were Bobby would be as good
as his word. He followed Bobby's orders and laid back once he'd done his
legs. The cum quickly dried in white splotches on his chest.

Nate wasn't sure how much time had passed but suddenly he heard a window
opening. Looking around he saw Bobby poking his head out of his bedroom in
the Rawlins house.

"Okay, you're done for the day. Don't forget five o'clock." He shut the
window.

Nate got up and hurried into his house where he looked at the kitchen
clock. It was already twenty five minutes past three and he needed to put
the house to rights before his parents came home.

Over the next hour and a half Nate rushed around his house like a man
possessed, making beds, picking up trash, and essentially removing all
traces of his unwanted weekend houseguests. For someone who'd never lifted
a finger to help his mother with the household chores before, this was
something of an achievement. He didn't even notice that he was still naked
and didn't even bother to put on underwear. After all, he figured he'd have
to strip off again at five and, weirdly enough, he seemed to actually be
coming to terms with constant nudity.

His watch alarm went off at five minutes to five, just as he'd returned the
lounge to its former, pristine condition, and he dashed upstairs for his
"show". Bobby was ready at his window and Nate reluctantly clambered onto
his desk. His parents were supposed to be back around five thirty and he
was fervently hoping he would be long done by that time.

He squirted a bit of lotion onto his dick (it was still rather slick with
sunscreen) and began to jerk off. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, both to
help him think sexy thoughts and to avoid looking at the street. His balls
had been drained multiple times in the past day, most recently just two
hours ago, and despite his best efforts it took a while for him to get
hard.

Just as he thought he was about to shoot, he heard a car come up his
driveway. In his shock he nearly fell off the table. It had to be his
parents -- and they were early! He knew he was not visible from the
driveway but nonetheless his dick immediately began to deflate. He looked
pleadingly across the divide between his and Bobby's houses, hoping for a
reprieve. There was none.

He furiously fisted his dick even as he heard his father unlock the front
door. At last, just when he thought he wasn't going to make it, he came. He
heard his mother calling for him from the foot of the stairs as he leaned
forwards, exhausted, to lick his cum on the window pane.

There was no time to feel relief; he could hear his mother coming up the
stairs. He was reaching for the shorts he'd laid out on his bed when he
remembered the dried cum on his chest. Horrified by the thought of his mom
seeing him with cum stains on his chest, he desperately rubbed at his chest
with the shorts, succeeding in flaking off the dried splotches.

"Nathan?"

His mom was just seconds away from seeing him naked! It was too late to put
on the shorts and Nate frantically clutched the wadded-up material to his
crotch just as Marsha Ramsey walked through his bedroom door. She was a
beautiful auburn-haired woman just about to celebrate her fortieth
birthday. Her eyes widened at finding her son, who rarely stepped out of
his room without a shirt, buck naked except for the wad of clothes he was
holding in front of his groin.

Nate decided it was best to affect indignation in the hopes that his mom
would leave him to his privacy. "Mom! Can't you see I'm getting changed?"

"Well, if you wanted privacy, you should close your bedroom door," Marsha
retorted, laughing a little at her son's obvious embarrassment. "Besides,
it's not like I haven't seen it -- WHAT IS THAT?"

Belatedly Nate remembered the brass ring that was clipped to his left
nipple. He backed up against the table. If his mother saw the bandage on
his back and learnt that he'd gotten tattooed all hell would break loose.

"Mitchell! Mitchell! Come here right this moment and see what your son has
done!" called Marsha angrily before Nate could stop her. There was the
sound of footsteps and Nate's dad, who looked like an older version of Nate
but perhaps less handsome and definitely less ripped, appeared in the
doorway. He, too, was a little surprised to find his son naked (and rather
impressed with how muscular he'd become).

"What is it, Marsha?" he sighed, all too used to his wife's
melodrama. Marsha was too distraught to do much more than point at Nate's
chest.

Mitchell's eyebrows went up. "Body piercing, huh? You know how your mom
feels about that, Nathan."

Nate had decided his best approach was a mixture of honesty and
sarcasm. "If Mom had just given me the chance to explain ..." He reached up
to his nipple and unclipped the ring with one hand, wincing a little as he
did so. (His other hand was holding his shorts firmly over his crotch.)

"... it isn't permanent," he finished. "See? Some of the other guys have
them too." That was a lie; he didn't know of anyone with a nipple ring,
only a couple of guys with pierced ears.

Marsha muttered in relief, "Well, I was afraid you'd permanently disfigured
your body. I'm still not sure I like it though, this -- this -- body
jewelry."

"Oh come now, Marsha," her husband cajoled. "You know what they say, boys
will be boys. Now why don't we leave our son in privacy so that he can get
dressed." Putting his hands on his wife's shoulders he led her out of the
room. Pausing briefly in the doorway, he looked back at his son and said,
"All the guys have them, huh?" The conspiratorial wink he gave Nate left
him in no doubt that his dad didn't believe that statement.

Nate groaned aloud once the door was shut. No doubt his dad would tease him
mercilessly about the nipple ring for days to come. And he would have to be
extra careful in making sure his mom never caught sight of the marlin
tattoo on his lower back. He was going to have to explain to her over
dinner that he wanted to do his own laundry from now on, to learn a little
independence before he went off to college in the fall. It was the only way
he could think of to keep her from discovering his underwear problem.

He suddenly realized he hadn't checked his cell phone in two days. Looking
around he found that Wes had left it on his bedside table. He checked the
display: he had six missed calls from Melanie. Automatically he clicked the
call back function and put the phone to his ear. It went straight to
voicemail so he recorded a message:

"Hey, Mel. It's me. I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls. I misplaced my
phone when the damned thing was on silent mode. I know we were supposed to
do something together today. Anyway I couldn't have made it anyway, I was
... really busy. I should've called and asked for a rain check. Sorry. I
hope you aren't too pissed at me. I'll see you at school tomorrow and make
it up to you then, okay? I really missed you this weekend. Bye."

After ending the call Nate sat alone in the fast encroaching darkness, lost
in his thoughts. He desperately wanted to talk to somebody about everything
that had happened to him in the last couple of days, but there didn't seem
to be anyone he could confide something so private, so
earth-shattering. His parents and girlfriend were out of the question. He
had no real friends; he'd thought he had but evidently everyone hated him
so much they didn't bat an eye at fucking him. It struck him how he had
hardly any people he could really call friends -- they were all mostly
acquaintances, usually athletes like himself, but decidedly inferior to
him. He liked to keep people at a distance, to have them in awe of
him. He'd never been interested in their lives or achievements, only in
boasting and bragging about his own. Suddenly he could see why they might
dislike him so much.

There had to be someone who didn't think of him as being a supreme jerk. Of
course: T.J.! For a moment his spirit soared, and then he quickly came back
to earth. T.J. Powell had been his best friend from elementary school right
up to freshman year of high school. Then T.J., whose parents were both in
the Army, had had to move to another base, six hours away by car. They'd
promised to keep in contact -- and they did, to a certain extent, through
Myspace and the occasional, infrequent phone call -- but their bond had
never felt quite the same. He could hardly call him up now to blab about
being raped by his teammates. Plus he wasn't certain how T.J. would react
to learning his one-time best friend had submitted to gay sex, multiple
times and with multiple rapists. He might well react in disgust and sever
all ties with him -- it was probably what Nate would have done in the
same situation, and he didn't even have T.J.'s strict military upbringing.

No, there was absolutely no one to confide in. Nate was aware, now more
than ever, of how alone he truly was. He had always assumed that his good
looks and ripped body, basketball skill and not insubstantial charm, would
get him anywhere. Now he was not so sure. He was all alone and, with the
school week about to start, his private hell was only just beginning.


                            To Be Continued . . .


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