Date: Thu, 22 Sep 2016 13:56:15 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 11

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 11


THEN

"Look at the little girl cry!" the sniggering teenager taunted.

Elliott was on the floor, cowering in fear from the three bullies. At ten
years old they were only a year older than him, but they seemed so much
bigger than him as well as having the number advantage.

He had been sitting on the swing, minding his own business when the three
older boys had come along and started calling him names. At first he tried
to ignore them, as he had always been taught to do, but they seemed
insistent on getting a response from him, their shouts growing more and
more aggressive as they started to surround him.

Worried for his safety, he had taken off at a full-speed run in the
direction of his home. Unfortunately, one of the older boys was a lot
faster than him and caught up quickly, sticking a leg out to trip him
up. Elliott had hit the ground hard, hurting his leg and knocking the wind
out of him. Scared of what was to come and in a lot of pain, he had started
to cry as they towered over him.

"Only little girls and little faggots cry, so which one are you?" the lead
boy sneered.

Elliott couldn't respond, he was sobbing too heavily.

"Why don't we take a look and see for ourselves!" one of the other boys
suggested. He reached down and grabbed Elliott's shorts and underwear,
yanking them both down at once while the other two held his arms to stop
him struggling.

"No, please!" Elliott begged as his clothing was pulled off.

"That little thing barely counts as a cock, so I guess he really is a
little girl after all!" the lead boy taunted as Elliott was exposed.

"Hey, what are you doing?" a voice demanded angrily. "Leave him alone!"

Another boy was running towards them. He looked younger than the three
bullies, but his aggression and the determined look, coupled with the
element of surprise caught them off guard. The new arrival knocked the
first boy down before he could react, then faced the other two who
immediately released Elliott's arms in preparation to defend themselves.

"Come on then, let's see how tough you are with someone who can fight
back!" the boy snarled at them.

"Whatever, we're done here!" the lead boy said, climbing to his feet and
backing off, attempting to make it look like he wasn't retreating.

Elliott sniffed and wiped his eyes, pulling down the front of his t-shirt
to try and cover up a little. Glaring at the retreating boys for a moment,
the other boy reached down and grabbed the discarded clothing, handing it
to Elliott and awkwardly looking away while he dressed.

"Thanks," Elliott sniffed quietly.

"No problem," the other boy said back casually. Able to look round now, he
flinched as he saw the large cut on Elliott's leg, just below his left
knee. "Ouch, that looks nasty. Want me to help you home?"

Elliott nodded, not wanting to look down at the wound. He accepted the hand
that was held out to help him, wincing as he put pressure on the
leg. "Thanks," he repeated. "Erm... my name's Elliott. Elliott Farnsworth."

"Hi Elliott," the other boy said back with a big grin. "I'm Jack Hamilton,
nice to meet you!"

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NOW

Jack awoke and opened his eyes as he heard his door open. Ben and Elliott
arriving to choose his outfit and take him to school had become his new
alarm clock. As he looked up today though, he only saw Elliott. Finally, he
had his former friend alone. There was so much he wanted to say, so much he
needed to ask, but none of it would come out. Instead, he lay there
motionless, simply staring at the other teen.

Elliott stared back, standing frozen to the spot.

It must have been at least ten minutes they remained there, eyes locked on
each other, so much to say on both sides, yet no words passed either of
their lips. Elliott was the one who eventually moved, silently walking to
Jack's closet and looking through the selection of clothes they had got for
him.

Taking that as his cue to move, Jack dashed to the bathroom and quickly
showered. He returned minutes later with a towel wrapped around his
waist. He almost smiled as he saw Elliot had made his bed. His Mom always
nagged him for not making it and Elliott was obsessively today, so back
when they used to hang out together, he had always made Jack's bed upon
arriving in his room. He wanted to say something about it, but just like
before it seemed no words were going to pass his lips. On the bed, his
outfit for the day was laid out for him, a pair of white cotton shorts and
a plain white t-shirt, quite a conservative choice really, considering some
of the other things he had been made to wear so far.

As Jack approached the bed, Elliott stepped in front of him. With his eyes
once again fixed on Jack's, albeit momentarily, he reached down and pulled
off the towel, letting it drop to the floor. He dropped to his knees and
reached out for Jack's chastity cage. He undid the padlock and started
disassembling it.

Jack was already getting hard even before Elliott had finished removing the
device. He glanced over at the chosen outfit for the day and noticed
unhappily the lack of underwear once again. He had a feeling that he was
going to be hard for a lot of the day, and in the light shorts, it was
going to be more than a little obvious to his schoolmates.

With the device removed, Elliott stood up, placing the device into his bag
and gesturing for Jack to dress. Minutes later, they were heading out of
the front door and getting in the car. Jack wasn't quite sure where to
sit. All week, Elliott had driven and Ben had sat beside him while Jack was
banished to the back. With Ben absent, the passenger seat was empty, but
Jack didn't want to presume anything.

Elliott glanced round, sensing the hesitation. He sighed and gestured to
the seat. "Just get in!"

Jack got in as instructed and they set off for school. They had been
driving a few minutes before Jack asked, "No Ben today?"

"Nope," Elliott replied flatly.

After a few more moments of silence, Jack asked, "Is he... off today?"

"Nope," Elliott said again.

"For fuck's sake Elliott, can't you even talk to me?" Jack asked,
exasperated.

"Nope!" Elliott answered once more.

"You're gonna have to talk to me eventually!" Jack said insistently.

Elliott turned his head and glared for a second before looking back at the
road.

"Oh wait, let me guess... nope?" Jack asked moodily. He was determined not
to get himself in any more trouble today. He was going to obey every
command to the letter, be respectful to his captors, anything that was
necessary to get him closer to potential release and avoid unnecessary
punishments, but his frustration with Elliott was really testing his
resolve. "Fine, whatever. Silent treatment means no orders. That's good for
me!" he said, relaxing back into his seat.

Elliott wanted to talk, or at least a part of him did. He wanted to just
grab Jack and shake him and spell out for him exactly why they were doing
all of this, to guide him in the right direction, but he couldn't do it. At
the same time, another part of him also wanted to grab Jack, but that was
the part of him that wanted to start hitting him and not stop until there
was nothing left of him. In a way, it was these two conflicting personas
that prevented him from speaking. Letting them remain balanced against each
other seemed to keep them in check. The good side would ruin all of their
plans if he allowed it out and the bad side... mostly he was just scared of
what would happen if he gave in to that part of himself.

Both seventeen-year-olds were relieved when they got to school, glad to be
out of the car and away from each other.

No commands were given and Elliott quickly ran off towards the school, so
Jack just began making his own way over. He was greeted by an
increasingly-varied range of taunts from the other students. Some continued
to tease him about the week's fashion choices and others continued to
target his personal grooming habits but today now had the added bonus of
comments about his humiliating crawl out of the school the previous
afternoon. Thankfully he was able to carry his bag in front him to hide his
erection, which seemed to automatically pop back up seconds after managed
to get it down.

He breathed an audible sigh of relief as he got inside the building and
made his way to his locker, dropping his bag on the ground in front. He
glanced round as he opened it. Something was strange, too many people were
watching him. He realised just a moment too late that his locker had been
booby-trapped. He thought back in that split second to all the things he
had rigged lockers with over the years and prepared himself for the
worst. As the door swung open, several large containers of water tipped out
towards him, drenching him in a sudden deluge.

"Oh!" he said as he realised what had happened. Compared to some of the
other possibilities, a bit of water didn't seem too bad. It was a warm day
so he would dry soon enough with no harm done.

Other students were laughing at the prank, but Jack was confused by just
how much they were laughing. That was when he looked down. He realised that
Elliott's choice of clothing had been very deliberate. The thin white
material of his shorts and t-shirt clung to his body and had gone almost
transparent. Every bit of him was on show, the shape of his pecs, the
firmness of his nipples, the outline of his abs and then most embarrassing
of all, a painfully obvious erection and his balls which felt achingly
large from his two-day abstinence.

"Don't even think about covering up!" Danny hissed in his hear, approaching
from behind. "Just walk to homeroom... slowly!"

"Oh God!" Jack whimpered quietly as he closed his locker. Why did this have
to be today? This was even worse than the tiny outfit he had worn on
Monday. That had at least hidden the essential parts. The wet clothing he
wore now left absolutely nothing on the front of his body to the
imagination.

He started walking, unsure whether the wetness on his face was from the
prank or his own tears. He had never felt so exposed in his entire
life. Every student in the school seemed to be in the hallways that
morning, watching in hilarious amusement as the football Captain basically
did a naked walk through the school.

Aaron was waiting by the door when Jack finally reached his destination. He
burst into raucous laughter as he saw Jack's embarrassing approach. "Hey
'muchacho'," he said sharply. "This one's for that time you stole my
clothes. You remember that, do you? Well this is how exposed you made me
feel. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did!"

Jack stared back at the younger teen, thinking back to how he had
humiliated him. He wanted to reach out and strangle him, punch him,
anything to wipe the smug grin off of his face. Instead, he just walked
into the room and sat at his desk, ignoring the teases and taunts from the
other students.

By the time Jack headed to first period, he had dried off enough so that
his clothes were no longer transparent, but they were still moist enough to
cling slightly to him. His t-shirt clung to his chest, the material moving
ever-so-slightly back and forth across his nipples whenever he moved,
helping to ensure that his cock remained either hard or semi-hard almost
constantly.

Jack sat at the back of the room for his first lesson of the day, shifting
uncomfortably in his seat. When Elliott and Danny sat either side of him,
he figured he was in for more torment.

As soon as the teacher started talking to the class, Elliott slipped his
phone out of his pocket and sent Jack a message. [Get your cock out and
start jerking!]

Jack heard his phone vibrate in his bag. It was water-resistant, so had
survived his drenching on arriving that morning, but he had decided to keep
it in his bag just to be safe. Subtly he reached down and retrieved it,
knowing it was from Elliott. He read it and looked at his former friend in
dismay.

[Now! And keep going til I tell you to stop, but no cumming!] Elliott added
when Jack hesitated.

Looking round nervously, Jack pulled the front of his shorts down, tucking
the waistband under his balls. He took hold of the thick shaft between his
thumb and two fingers, stroking it gently, trying to to avoid any overt arm
movements.

From the opposite side, Danny had pulled out his phone to record it. They
were always looking for new clips to add to Jack's site.

His two days of teasing and denial meant Jack was on edge within
minutes. Somehow, as much as he hated it, Jack found that doing it in such
a risky place actually heightened the excitement. He had to keep stopping
and starting to avoid cumming, hoping constantly that Elliott would allow
him to stop soon. By the end of the class, none of which Jack had paid the
slightest bit of attention to, all it took was for him to slide a single
finger down his shaft to make his boner twitch wildly.

As the bell rang, Jack looked to Elliott who nodded his approval to
stop. Jack quickly pulled the shorts back over his cock as he went to stand
from the desk, but almost doubled over as the material rubbed against his
sensitive cock head.

As the three of them headed out of the room, they were greeted by Ben who
eagerly ran up to them as they emerged. "Oh my God, you gotta see this!" he
said excitedly, holding his phone out to them.

The small group moved to the side of the hallway and Elliott took the
phone, Danny and Jack moving in close on either side of him to look. What
they found was a blog titled 'The sexy styles of Jack Hamilton'.

"What the fuck?" Jack asked, eyes wide with fear. "What have you done? You
said you wouldn't share!"

"We didn't!" Ben replied, grinning. "Just read it. Sounds like you've got a
fan!"

They went to the blog's first post, reading it quickly. 'Hi and welcome to
my blog. I'd like to introduce you to someone. This is Jack Hamilton!'
Underneath it was Jack's yearbook picture from the previous year. 'Jack's a
student at my school. He's probably the most popular guy in school and the
Captain of the football team too!' next was another picture from the
yearbook of Jack in his football gear, helmet held under his arm. 'Another
thing you should know about Jack, which you've probably already noticed, is
that he's fucking hot!' What followed next was a little more
surprising. There were a range of photos of Jack, some taken from Facebook
or Instagram, others seemed to be candid pictures that Jack had never seen
before.

"Oh my God, I don't know whether you should be flattered or frightened!"
Danny said with a snigger.

The first post went on. 'As you can tell by my picture collection, I've
always been a fan, but it wasn't until this week that I was inspired to
share his hotness with the world! If you think he looks good in normal
clothes or in his football gear, just wait until you see how he's started
dressing now! Stay tuned, I'll be posting every day from now on. Today's
post will be up as soon as I've gathered all the pics!'

"Oh fuck, who is it? Whose blog is it?" Jack demanded, looking from Ben to
Elliott and back again.

Ben shrugged. "No idea, they haven't put their name on it, guess they want
to remain a secret admirer!" he said with a coy grin. He reached out and
grabbed the phone back. You'll have to look it up yourself if you want to
see more, I gotta get to class!"

Jack barely acknowledged the younger boy's departure, he was already
fishing his phone back out of his bag. He opened up the browser and typed
in 'the sexy styles of Jack Hamilton'. The blog came up as the first
result. Jack went straight back into it and skipped over the first post as
he walked slowly towards his next class.

The second post seemed to be all about his outfit on Monday. Right at the
top of it was a picture of Jack in the tiny denim shorts and tight tank
top. 'Check out this hot little number. He actually came to school dressed
in this outfit. Bit of a change from his usual look but I'm not
complaining! Check these out!' More than a dozen pictures followed, taken
from various angles throughout the morning. There were ones showing him
walking round with his midriff showing, revealing his furry stomach and
pubes or the top of his butt crack.

The blog went on. 'It looks like Jack was enjoying the outfit as much as I
was!' Next came a bunch of zoomed-in shots clearly showing the bulge of his
erection.

'Looks like it really was a 'hot' look for Jack!' the next comment said,
followed by a load of pics showing his sweat patches forming on the tank
top around his pits, chest and back. They grew progressively bigger as the
pictures went on until the entire tank top was drenched with sweat,
sticking to his body.

"Holy shit!" Jack muttered to himself as he saw the pictures. It was bad
enough just seeing that the pictures existed, but knowing they were online
for the world to see was almost more than he could bear.

"Damn!" Danny said, scrolling through the pictures. Jack hadn't even
realised the other teen was walking along behind him, headed for the same
class. "I hate to say it Jack, but you look fucking HOT in these pics!"
Danny said in amazement. Throughout the week, he had been so caught up in
embarrassing Jack, in making him feel totally humiliated that he hadn't
really given much thought to what the other students might have actually
been thinking. He had heard their taunts and mocking, but what they were
actually thinking about was not something that had crossed Danny's mind.

"Gee, thanks. I'm so glad my online exposure gets you so fucking horny!"
Jack hissed angrily.

"Hey, watch it, I get that your pissed, but just because Elliott isn't here
that doesn't mean you can talk to me like that!" Danny warned him.

Jack gritted his teeth, inhaled sharply through his nose then let out a
disgruntled sigh. "Fine, I'm sorry Sir!" he said quietly as they reached
the door to their next class.

Once again Jack paid no attention to the lesson, instead he continued
reading through the blog. Tuesday and Wednesday's each had their own posts
along with increasingly large numbers of photos. He had seen a large number
of students throughout the week taking pictures of him and his humiliations
with their phones, but figured they were for their own amusement only. He
had not dared to venture onto Facebook yet for fear of what he might
find. Whoever owned this blog seemed more than happy to troll through
everyone's pages and gather every photo that had been taken of him.

He was surprised to see that there was already a post for that morning. The
blog said, 'Jack got pranked this morning. Looks like Jack chose a bad day
to go commando!' The pictures that followed were virtually
pornographic. You could see everything. It was like Jack's worst nightmare
come to life, exposed for everyone to see!

'Aaron. This one was all him! I'll fucking kill him!' Jack thought angrily,
eyes widening with barely-concealed rage.

At lunchtime, Jack was actually glad when he got summoned to the store
room. The prospect of going into the cafeteria, knowing they would all be
looking at him, taking pictures of him, mocking him openly, it was not
something he particularly enjoyed the thought of. Compared to that, an hour
of sucking cock almost sounded appealing.

Once Jack got there, he realised it was not going to be quite as easy as he
thought. On arriving, he was stripped and tied to a chair. He was a little
reluctant to let them restrain him. He spent most of his time in the store
room scared of someone walking in, but knew that he could at least cover up
moderately quickly. If he was tied up, he would be reliant on someone
releasing him before he could conceal his modesty.

All it took was a stern stare from Elliott to convince Jack to comply and
before he knew it, he was entirely at their mercy, tied to the chair with
the vibrating replica of his own cock shoved up his ass.

Lincoln, Elliott, Ben, Danny and Aaron all set about teasing and edging
Jack. They took it in turns, three at a time while the other two watched,
chatted or just ate their lunch.

"Oh God!" Jack moaned repeatedly as they teased his nipples or played with
his cock. He had felt tongues all over his body, hands exploring every
intimate inch of him, all while the toy buzzed away inside him.

Every time Jack felt like he was as desperate to cum as was possible, it
seemed to grow even stronger. A couple of times he actually attempted to
free his hands, intending to simply grab his cock and stroke himself to
satisfaction. Fortunately the ropes were too well secured and all he
achieved was a lot muscle-flexing, the sight of which only spurred Ben on
to tease him more.

After half an hour, Jack's moaning had turned to begging. "Oh God, please,
please you have to let me cum, please, I'll do anything. ANYTHING!
Seriously, I'll do it just pleeeeease let me cum!" he begged. He had
completely disregarded the last remains of his dignity by this point. He
didn't care what he was saying, he didn't care what they thought, he just
needed the release more than anything.

Attempting to push himself over the edge, he started raising his ass off
the chair and dropping back down again, fucking himself on the vibrating
replica of his own erection. As had been the case two nights before, it got
him close but not quite over the edge.

'Oh God, I need Bryce. I need his cock!' Jack thought to himself. He looked
round, confused as he realised everyone had stopped moving, staring at him
in shock. That was when he realised he had actually said it aloud instead
of just thinking it! "Oh, I... I just..." he stuttered, but it was too
late, they had heard it.

"Wow, now that's a pretty... faggoty thing to say, isn't it!" Elliott
taunted, reaching down and giving Jack's boner a single stroke.

"Aaah!" Jack moaned as his cock twitched, just another single stroke away
from orgasm. "No... I didn't... I was..."

"It's okay, Jacky!" Elliott said, his tone gentle but his choice of
nickname teasing. "There's nothing wrong with it, I thought you'd see that
by now!"

"Yes there... is. It's just... wrong!" Jack gasped, his cock still spasming
slightly from its near-orgasm.

"What's wrong? Being a 'dirty faggot'?" Elliott asked, throwing Jack's own
words back at him. At the same time, he reached down to give another gentle
squeeze as the others all stood around, intrigued by the exchange.

"I never... used... those words!" Jack said defensively. He had finally
learned not to use the derogatory term he was so fond of, so he wasn't
about to let Elliott punish him for something he hadn't done. "Just
being... gay. It's... wrong! It's.... it's disgusting!"

Elliott was unsure whether to be pleased or pissed. Jack actually seemed
determined not to call them faggots any more, which was probably the most
progress he had made so far, but for him to still have the attitude that
gay was wrong was so disappointing.

"Well in that case," Elliott said, giving a final teasing stroke, "I should
probably stop touching you. After all, it'd be 'wrong' for another guy to
make you cum, wouldn't it. That'd just be 'disgusting', wouldn't it!"

"Ah no, wait," Jack pleaded, realising he had just talked himself out of a
possible ejaculation. "I didn't mean..."

"Too late! Untie him!" Elliott snapped, cutting him off as he turned away.

The others looked a little disappointed. There was still time left in their
lunch break so they could have teased him a lot more, but they understood
why Elliott was ending it.

As his hands were released, Jack genuinely considered grabbing his cock and
jerking off. Realising that even if he could manage it before they
restrained him again, the repercussions would likely be horrific, Jack
resisted.

Elliott reached into his bag and turned back to face the others. The
chastity cage was in his hand. "Well as Jack doesn't want to do any wrong,
disgusting gay stuff, we may as well lock him back up for the day!" he said
with a wicked grin.

"Yeah, good luck with that!" Ben sniggered. He was on the ground in front
of Jack, untying his ankle. He looked at Elliott, then nodded towards
Jack's erection.

"Oh I think we can make that go down!" Elliott said slyly. "Stand him up
and hold his arms!"

"Wait, what are you..." Jack started as Aaron and Danny pulled him to his
feet and held his arms behind his back.

Elliott stepped forward and swatted his hands at Jack's balls, an audible
slap echoing round the room, for a moment, soon joined by a grunt of pain
from Jack. "Just do that every ten seconds until he goes down, then put
this on him!" he said, handing the device to Ben.

Ben took the device, taking hold of Elliott's hand for a moment at the same
time. He smiled up at his lover for a few seconds, getting a brief smile
back before he scowled once again and headed out, leaving the others to
finish off without him.

The slap certainly seemed to be doing the job. The pain rippling through
Jack was quickly softening his boner. The slap was nowhere near as hard as
the kick he had received in the park a few nights earlier, but it was still
enough to feel extremely unpleasant.

Not entirely soft right away, Ben added another couple of slightly more
gentle slaps before the cock had shrivelled down completely.

Satisfied that their presence was no longer needed, the other three headed
out, leaving Ben to secure the cage alone. As he did it, he occasionally
glanced up at Jack. There was wetness around his eyes from the hits to his
balls. He wasn't looking back down at Ben though, his eyes were fixed on
the door.

"Why won't he talk to me?" Jack asked sorrowfully.

Ben shrugged. "Guess you'd have to ask him that yourself! I'm his
boyfriend, not his keeper!"

Jack stared down in shock. "You're his what?"

Ben clicked the padlock into place on the chastity cage and stood up,
facing away from Jack. "Oh, nothing, forget it!"

"No, you..." Jack started, reaching to grab the boy's shoulder. He stopped
though, suddenly very aware that he was still naked. He grabbed his shorts
and started pulling them on as he asked, "He's your boyfriend?"

Ben wasn't sure why he was so weary about confirming it. While Elliott
wasn't 'out', the other guys knew they were together and in a way he
figured Jack must have guessed it by now. It wasn't like they were all over
each other all the time, but they hadn't exactly hidden it from him
either. If anything, it served to show how oblivious Jack truly was to his
supposed-best-friend's life.

"Yeah, okay, he is. Guess that makes us both pretty 'wrong' and
'disgusting' to you, right?" Ben asked, shaking his head as he turned to
see Jack pulling on his t-shirt.

"No, well... erm, kinda, but... erm... how long?" he stammered. "I mean,
how long have you two been together?"

Ben tilted his head, thinking about it and working out the dates in his
head. "We've been hanging out for about... six months I guess! Properly
dating, only about a month or so" he replied with a non-committal shrug.

It was like all the pieces had suddenly dropped into place for Jack. All
the times Elliott had been 'unavailable' over the Summer, every time he
explained his absence with a dismissive 'I was just busy' or some other
lame excuse. That must have been time he was spending with Ben. Jack wanted
to ask so much, but the questions eluded him as he stammered, "So... are
you two..."

"Look Jack," Ben interrupted, "I get that you've probably got questions,
but I'm honestly finding it kinda hard to stand here talking to someone who
thinks I'm wrong, just for being the way I was born. Catch ya later!" He
explained moodily as he dashed out of the room.

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Since the incident on the store room, Jack had mostly been left alone. He
wasn't really sure whether it was a blessing or a sign of bad things to
come, but the afternoon passed fairly painlessly. Having quickly finished
his homework, as best he could having missed most of the first two classes
of the day, he headed eagerly to football practice.

After what had happened in the showers on Tuesday night, Jack had convinced
himself that it was all over. The team would never listen to him, the Coach
would remove him as Captain and his entire football career would be
over. It still amazed him how quickly it had all returned to normal. He was
glad the team had come to their senses and realised that how they had acted
was unacceptable. He had no doubt from the fear on Trent and Evan's faces
that they had delivered his message to the team word-for-word. Hopefully
now that meant they were all back under his control.

Obviously there were four clear exclusions from his control, Aaron, Danny,
Lincoln and Bryce, four of his tormentors. While he expected they would
follow along with the rest of the team and obey his ordered, he was under
no illusion that he actually had any kind of power over them!

As Jack reached the locker room and began to change, he cursed himself for
forgetting something quite significant – he was still wearing the
chastity cage. Being seen with it would actually be worse than when he had
walked into the showers with his erection. A boner was normal, it happened
to all guys, but being locked in chastity, that was something he doubted
any of them had even seen before. More importantly, it gave a very clear
message that Jack wasn't the one in charge, his keyholder was!

He faced the wall as he pulled down his shorts, quickly pulling on his
uniform before anyone could see the device. Once he was fully prepared, he
headed out to the field where most of the team were already jogging slowly
round the field to warm up.

"Everyone, get your asses over here!" Jack yelled as he neared Coach
Sanders.

The older man raised an eyebrow as he looked round at Jack inquisitively.

"What? I'm the Captain, I'm in charge!" he said bluntly. He knew that in
reality, the Coach was very much the one in charge, but he was determined
to convince the man that he still had the authority to hold his
position. "Okay, I want ten laps from everyone in full pads, then onto the
field. First string is taking on second!"

The other players all glanced at each other hesitantly, not responding at
first. Jack was about to yell at them again when he heard someone clear
their throat which seemed to prompt a response from everyone else, who
called out in unison, "Yes Captain!"

As the team started piling on their pads, Jack glanced sideways at Coach
Sanders.

"Okay, point taken!" the Coach said with a wry grin.

As the last of the players finished the laps and made their way onto the
field, Jack gestured for them to split into the two teams. He had a
definite reason for the exercise he had chosen – Aaron. The feeling of
walking through the halls, wet and exposed was still fresh in Jack's mind
and he wanted to make someone pay for it.

Jack was the first string quarterback while Aaron was a second string
linebacker. Against a strong team, Jack knew he could rarely run the ball
himself, often passing it (reluctantly) to another player, but against a
weaker team such as their own second string, he liked to showboat and claim
all the glory for himself. All he needed was one good run and revenge could
be his!

The practice match started and annoyingly, Jack kept finding himself forced
to hand off the ball. Just as he was beginning to think he might miss his
chance, he found an opening. He rushed the field, heading straight for the
end-zone, avoiding the entire defensive line. The way was clear, he could
easily get the touchdown, but he had other plans. Accepting that Jack was
getting through, most of the second string gave up the chase, not wanting
to waste their energy pointlessly. Aaron, however, charged at Jack.

'Perfect!' Jack thought to himself. He could have veered away, dodged the
tackle entirely and scored, instead he turned the opposite way, heading
straight for Aaron. He lowered his shoulder, piled on the speed and slammed
into the younger player hard. The tackle lifted Aaron off the ground for a
moment, Jack's momentum twisting him in the air. He could have just carried
on, there was nothing Aaron could do to stop him now. Instead, Jack
discreetly grabbed at Aaron's shirt and pulled him down hard, making out he
had lost his footing in the tackle.

Aaron landed head first into the ground, weighed down by the extra bulk of
Jack pulling down on him. The two tumbled onto the grass, landing in a
heap. Jack scurried round quickly to look Aaron in the eye.

"Sorry bout that, 'muchacho'," he said with a wicked snigger. The smile
quickly dropped from his face as he saw Aaron laying there motionless, eyes
closed. "Aaron. Aaron!" he repeated frantically.

By now, the rest of team was gathering, worried about the hard tackle and
painful looking landing.

"Don't move him!" Coach Sanders called out, running towards them.

"I... I was... he...." Jack stuttered.

"Someone call 911!" Coach Sanders called out, dropping to his knees beside
the unconscious sixteen-year-old.

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At the hospital's insistence, most of the team had gone home. With the
exception of Jack, pretty much the entire team had followed the ambulance
that had taken Aaron away. Now, just a few of them remained in the waiting
room along with Coach Sanders and Aaron's parents.

Jack walked in nervously, spotting Mr and Mrs Carson. He headed straight
for them. Before he could get there, Danny jumped up out of his seat and
ran at the team Captain.

"WHAT THE FUCK D'YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING HERE?" he yelled grabbing Jack by
the throat and slamming him against a wall.

"Hey, ease off!" Coach Sanders called out, jumping up to pull Danny off of
the other student.

"YOU DID THIS TO HIM!" Danny snarled, not loosening his grip despite the
Coach pulling at his arms.

"It was a tackle that went bad, could have happened to anyone!" the Coach
said, attempting to calm Danny. "Now let go before I have to make you!"

Danny was panting furiously, virtually foaming at the mouth with rage as he
stared at a terrified-looking Jack. Reluctantly, he let go and stepped
back, fists still clenched.

Before any of them could say any more, a Doctor emerged from a door on the
opposite side of the waiting room. "Mr and Mrs Carson?" he enquired.

"That's us!" Mrs Carson said frantically. The half-Mexican woman looked
very much like she had been crying. "What's going on, is he okay?"

"He's regained consciousness and we have started our assessment. There
don't seem to be any serious head injuries beyond a fairly sever
concussion..." the Doctor started.

"Oh thank God!" Aaron's mother declared happily.

"But... I'm afraid there appears to be some... loss of movement. We're
still looking into how severe it is." the Doctor explained.

Mrs Carson burst into tears, her husband didn't look like he was far behind
doing the same thing as he wrapped his arms around her.

"You paralysed him!" Danny said, eyes glazing over as he started to look
back in Jack's direction.

Jack turned and ran, fearing for his own safety around Danny and horrified
by the results of what he had done.

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Bryce hung up the phone. He had been calling Danny every half hour to see
how Aaron was doing, hoping there might be some good news, but so far it
only seemed like bad. He slumped onto his bed, thoroughly miserable.

His week had started off so well. The plan to bring down Jack was going
exceptionally well and there had even been the unexpected side of effect of
'something' happening between himself and Jack. Every time he closed his
eyes, he was back in Jack's room, holding him as he slept. It was a bizarre
feeling. In almost every way, he hated Jack, yet there he was, thinking
about him constantly.

Then the week had taken a sudden and seemingly-endless nosedive. First Jack
had completely pissed him off by denying what had happened between them,
belittling it and lying to the others about it. It didn't matter that they
all knew the truth, that wasn't the problem, it was the fact that Jack, who
he had genuinely started to care for could so casually turn on him and lie
like that. Despite the older teen's betrayal, Bryce had still spent all
week doing his best to try and help Jack, not that he actually knew about
any of it! The only attempt Jack had made at reconciliation had turned out
to be a very transparent attempt to get him back into bed, simply to take
care of his own physical needs. Now, to top it all off, Aaron, one of his
best friends was laying paralysed in hospital.

As he lay there, thinking about what to do he heard a tiny tap at his
window. Then another, and another. Someone was throwing small stones at it,
clearly attempting to get his attention. He got off his bed, dimmed the
lights so he could actually see outside and pulled open the
curtains. Standing there, arm positioned ready to throw another tiny stone
was Jack.

Bryce stared at him for several seconds before he sighed, opened the window
and called down quietly, "Stay there, I'll be right down."

He had just been wearing boxers, so he pulled on a t-shirt and crept out of
his room. It was late enough that everyone else in the house had gone to
bed already so he did his best not to disturb them. As he got to the back
door and opened it, he found Jack waiting right outside. Instead of
inviting him in, he stepped out onto the deck, the wood cold beneath his
bare feet.

"If you're here for a fuck, I'm not in the mood!" he said sharply.

"I'm.... I'm sorry," Jack mumbled, barely even daring to look at Bryce.

"For what?" Bryce demanded. He knew that no apology ever came easily to
Jack, he was just so used to being right all the time, and even when he
wasn't, the people around him were usually just too scared to disagree with
him.

"For being a dick and... and... for lying to Elliott and Ben about you
making me sleep with you," Jack said, his voice weak and croaky.

Bryce sighed. "Okay, thank you for apologising," he said, then thought back
to their text conversation the night before. "But I'm still not gonna fuck
you! We're good, but we're not... there, not yet anyway!"

Jack shook his head. "That's not why I came," he said back in barely more
than a whisper.

"Then why are you here?" Bryce asked, curious.

Jack finally raised his eyes to meet Bryce's. Even in the dim light, Bryce
could make out the pain and sorrow in them. "Because I don't have anyone
else!" The statement was as much a shock to Jack as it was to Bryce.

Jack had never been alone before, not truly alone as he felt right then,
isolated, forced to bear his burden alone. He was carrying so much and it
was threatening to crush him at any moment. "I hurt Aaron!" he said
shakily.

Bryce wanted to tell him to leave. He had accepted his apology, but
forgiveness was still a long way off and he was right, he had been the one
that had hurt Aaron, even if it had been by mistake. So why wasn't he
saying the words? Why wasn't he making the older teen leave, forcing him to
suffer alone. That had been the plan. Isolate him, take everything, break
him down to nothing. It seemed so simple in theory. In practice though, it
was substantially harder. Knowing what a terrible person Jack was, knowing
how he had hurt Aaron knowing that he was supposed to be miserable for his
own good, it made no difference to Bryce.

"Come here!" he said holding out his arms.

Jack fell into them, closing his eyes as he felt muscular arms encircling
him.