Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2016 18:59:52 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 7

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 7


THEN

"Hold him down!" Jack commanded.

"Get the fuck offa me!" Bryce demanded as his teammates grappled him,
holding him down.

"Lincoln, you do it!" Jack ordered, not wanting to sully his own hands with
the task. He threw the tube of Bengay to the younger player.

"You're not fucking do this!" Bryce snarled angrily as he struggled against
the hands holding him down.

"I told you before we started, whoever did the slowest lap time, gets
Bengay to the balls. Maybe that will encourage you to run a little faster!"
Jack said matter-of-factly. "Now Lincoln, rub it in or you get it too!"

Lincoln looked round at his teammates nervously. He knew that Jack only had
any power here as long as the majority obeyed him. Perhaps if someone stood
up to him, said no to him, others might follow and then they could topple
the little dictator. As always though, he didn't dare to take the risk. If
he attempted such a coup and failed, Jack's wrath would be terrifying.

"Sorry bro," Lincoln said sympathetically to Bryce as he squeezed some of
the thick cream from the tube.

Bryce's shorts and jock strap had been yanked down to mid-thigh, his meaty
cock flapping back and forth wildly as he struggled in vain.

Lincoln reached down and grabbed Bryce's cock, holding it aside as he
started rubbing the cream into his balls. The larger teen winced for a
moment as the cream felt cold. Lincoln kept rubbing until it had all been
soaked up. He had been so caught up in completing the task that he hadn't
even noticed what had happened in his other hand. Bryce's cock had begun to
swell, not visibly yet, but it was definitely starting to feel thicker and
firmer.

Through his discomfort, Bryce shot Lincoln a looked that clearly begged
'don't say anything!'

Lincoln nodded to his friend and gave a weak smile. "All done, let him up!"
he called out.

Without waiting for an okay from Jack, the others let go and Bryce quickly
pulled his shorts back up, thankful to be able to conceal his
still-thickening tool. "Ah!" he called out as the burning sensation began
to kick in. He desperately pawed at his balls, hoping that his jock strap
could absorb some of the cream, but it was totally in vain. The sensation
only strengthened more and more with each passing second.

Jack stood laughing at the younger player's pain, most of the others
joining in with his laughter, more out of fear of receiving the same
treatment than out of actual humour.

"Right, let's take another lap. Whoever's slowest... after little Brycie
here... gets the same!" Jack said with a wicked grin.

The whole team took off like a shot. As inhumane as the threat was, it had
certainly done its job and inspired the team to work harder! That was just
a pleasant side-effect for Jack though, he had already won his prize, Bryce
was suffering!

---------

NOW

As the small group of teens walked along towards the parking lot, Jack
found himself getting increasingly annoyed at the constant stares from Ben,
who walked beside him. The younger teen just kept looking and grinning.

"WHAT?" Jack said sharply to the younger boy.

"Did you really shoot your load in front of the entire team? I mean, like,
without even touching?" Ben asked in awe, his own cock visibly hard at the
prospect.

"I don't wanna talk about it!" Jack said moodily. He had thought that
walking through the halls in his skimpy outfit, the entire school eyeing
his bulge was the most humiliating thing he could experience until that
moment in the showers. The orgasm had been truly astonishing, but in how it
felt and how it looked. Never before had he shot that far or felt pleasure
so intense. Was it so strong because of the excessive build-up, or was it
somehow enhanced by the abject embarrassment he had felt at the
time. Either way, it had set his mind racing.

"Well I'm telling you to talk about it!" Ben said. His tone was jovial, but
his expression made it apparent it was most definitely an order. "How did
it feel?"

'Amazing!' Jack thought, almost smiling at the memory of the sensation, but
stopping himself at the last second. Instead he continued to scowl and just
replied, "Embarrassing!"

"So aside from us lot, are they, like, the first people to see you cum?"
Ben asked curiously.

Jack smirked. "You mean, am I a virgin? No fucking way, I've been fucking
girls since I was younger than you" He was attempting to brag, but quickly
realised that telling the little homo about his female conquests was never
really going to impress.

"Is the butt plug still in?" Ben asked as they neared the cars. Jack nodded
silently in response, so Ben added, "And is it still vibrating?"

"No, thank fuck. I think the battery died!" Jack said, the relief apparent
in his voice.

Ben sighed and shook his head. "Swearing again Jack, you really are a slow
learner!"

"Oh, no, wait, I'm sorry!" Jack said apologetically.

"Too late," Ben said with a gleeful grin. "If the plug's not vibrating any
more, we may as well take it out. Come here."

"Wait, what? Here?" Jack asked, panicking. The parking lot was a short walk
from the school buildings and the few remaining cars mostly shielded them
from prying eyes, but that didn't lessen Jack's fear at all.

"Yes here, now stand still!" Ben insisted.

"What you doing?" Elliott asked, seeing the other two stopping to face each
other.

"The plug's battery died, figured we may as well take it out!" Ben said
flatly.

Elliott sniggered, knowing how much Jack would have been hating where they
were doing it. "Fair enough, but make it quick. I wanna get on with this!"

Jack shuddered, not knowing whether he was more scared of having the plug
removed so publicly or whatever Elliott had planned for him. He looked
down, his breathing getting heavier as Ben reached for the tiny shorts and
undid them, then pushed them down to mid-thigh. He wanted to look around,
make sure nobody was looking, but couldn't bring himself to do it, too
scared of making eye contact with anyone. He let the younger boy spin him
around and bend him over. "Oh God!" he grunted as he felt Ben grab the base
of the plug and yank it out.

"Okay, you can pull 'em up!" Ben commanded as the rest of the group walked
away, laughing at the brief humiliation that had just been inflicted.

Jack quickly pulled up the shorts and did them up, the followed behind the
others. It felt strange having the plug gone. His hole ached from having
the toy inside him all day and it was somewhat more comfortable to have it
gone, but at the same he felt somehow.... empty! He cursed himself for
having such a faggoty thought. Ass stuff was for the gays, so he forced
himself to try not to think about it.

Jack got into his car as Elliott once again took the wheel. As always, Ben
joined him in the front while the other four followed along in Bryce's car.

"So what are you gonna tell the team about what they saw today?" Elliott
asked as they drove.

"Oh... I... erm..." Jack stuttered. He hadn't thought about it yet. A tiny
part of him hoped he would never have to talk about it, but he quickly
realised how naïve that thought was. Their normally body-conscious
Captain had come to school in a revealing outfit, then joined them in the
shower with a rock-hard cock then spontaneously ejaculated in front of
them. Of course there would be questions. "I don't... know!" Jack replied
honestly.

"Well I'll leave it up to you to decide," Elliott replied, then added, "But
just so you know, if you even think of trying to tell anyone else why
you're really doing all this stuff, you'll be in more trouble than you ever
thought possible. Got it?"

"I won't, I don't want anyone to know," Jack replied immediately.

"Well keep doing as you're told and nobody ever needs to!" Ben said with a
slight chuckle.

"Where are we going?" Jack asked, wanting to change the subject. He had
expected to be taken to the park or Ben's house again, they seemed to be
the preferred spots for his torture. Instead, they had headed to the
freeway that connected the North side of Holmepoint to the South side,
avoiding the city centre. It was also busy with traffic heading from other
parts of the state towards Phoenix.

"You'll see when we get there!" Ben said smugly, but moments later they
pulled off the freeway, so he added, "Oh never mind, I guess we're here!"

Jack looked confused. There was nothing nearby, just the road heading into
Holmepoint and the busy traffic of the freeway behind them. The only thing
that really stood out was the large bridge that crossed the freeway. It had
been built years before in anticipation of a massive redevelopment project
that had fallen through for financial reasons.

"Come on," Elliott prompted, getting out of the car. He headed straight for
the bridge, joining up with Bryce, Lincoln, Danny and Aaron. Ben hung back
slightly, ensuring jack followed.

"Okay, clothes off!" Bryce commanded as Jack eventually reached them.

Jack hated that command. Despite how much time he had spent naked over the
last few days, it got no easier to do, especially out in the open as they
were now. He sighed, wanting to resist but knowing they would give him no
choice. He pulled off the tank top, still slightly-damp with sweat, then
looked hopefully at the group as he reached for the shorts. Would they be
merciful, would they perhaps let him retain a little of his dignity? Their
mixed expressions of amusement and annoyance quickly provided the
answer. He pulled the shorts down and stepped out of them.

"Okay, what now?" Jack asked unhappily.

"I'm sorry, since when did footwear stop being counted as clothing?" Bryce
asked angrily.

"Yeah, learn to do as you're fucking told!" Elliott snapped, balling his
fist and ramming it into Jack's stomach.

"Ugh!" Jack grunted, doubling over. Struggling to catch his breath, he
kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his socks, feeling the warm concrete
beneath his bare feet. It still amazed him how much of a difference being
barefoot made. It somehow made him feel even more exposed feeling the
ground beneath his feet.

"Let's go!" Elliott ordered. They started walking on, leaving Jack's
clothes on the ground where he had dropped them.

"People are gonna see!" Jack said in shock as he realised they were heading
onto the bridge. They had been far enough from the road for them to not
really be seen by passing drivers, but once they started along the bridge
he would become a lot more visible. There was only a short, metal railing
along the side of it, giving him absolutely no cover.

"Hey, I said you were gonna put on a show. Can't have a show without an
audience, can you?" Elliott asked rhetorically.

Jack looked ready to cry at the thought of being seen by all the passing
strangers, but reluctantly walked along with the group as they started up
the slope of the bridge. Once they reached the point where they were almost
directly above the freeway, Elliott stopped.

"Okay, we'll stay here, but you keep on going!" Elliott ordered, gesturing
for Jack to continue. "You'll walk until you're above the middle of the
road, then you will stand by the railing, face the oncoming traffic and
jerk off."

"Ah dude, I love it!" Aaron said happily. He and the others had not been
made aware of what Elliott had planned, so the command was as much a shock
to them as it was to Jack.

"Sounds pretty easy though. The horny little fucker'll probably cum in
seconds!" Danny added.

"No he won't!" Elliott said with a smile. "Jacky, you're gonna jerk off
without cumming until no less than one hundred cars have passed by!"

"Please, no!" Jack begged. A hundred cars? That meant a hundred drivers,
plus passengers! Being seen naked by one stranger made him want to throw
up, hundreds though? That was entirely unthinkable.

"Two hundred!" Elliott said firmly.

Jack wanted to protest, but it was clear that any attempt to do so would
only increase the number further. Instead he resigned himself to his
imminent exposure and turned to walk further along the bridge. Once he
reached the spot that had been ordered, he stopped and stepped closer to
the railings. The freeway was moderately busy, not like rush hour, but
enough cars were passing to suggest the two hundred cars might actually
pass quite quickly.

With the other teens now beginning to shout and jeer at him, Jack took hold
of his cock and began stroking. Annoyingly, he was hard in moments,
although he did his best not to think about why. As he looked down at the
road, he could just about make the faces of the passing drivers. They were
clearly looking upwards, the naked man on the bridge painfully obvious to
them.

Jack looked away, unable to handle their stares, but quickly realised he
had no choice but to look. He needed to know how many cars had passed so
that he knew when to shoot. If he did it too soon, he knew there would be a
punishment. He could just wait longer, but if he could avoid being seen by
any more people than was absolutely necessary, then he would.

He began counting as he stroked. One, two, three, four, five. He cock was
rigid as his hand stroked back and forth. It had only been just over an
hour since his last orgasm, but he definitely had another load ready to
go. After being deprived of orgasms all weekend and then spending all day
being torturously edged, he felt like he could shoot about a dozen
loads. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four. So many people had seen him
now, his cheeks were burning, his legs shaking, stomach churning.

Many of the cars were sounding their horns as they saw Jack in action,
making it even more obvious that he had been seen. Each honk of a horn made
the spectating teens cheer even louder at Jack's humiliation.

As Jack neared one hundred, he had to slow his stroking. He had been so
caught up in counting, that he had barely noticed how close he had got
himself to cumming.

"KEEP STROKING!" Elliott called out, seeing Jack's hand stop moving.

"I'LL CUM!" Jack complained.

"YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO HOLD IT BACK. I TOLD YOU TO JERK OFF UNTIL TWO HUNDRED
CARS HAVE PASSED, SO FUCKING DO IT!" Elliott yelled back over the cheers of
the others.

Jack started his hand moving again, albeit very slowly. He tried to focus
entirely on the counting and not on the seemingly-inevitable orgasm. He
reached one-hundred-and-fifty but knew he couldn't last much longer. He was
groaning loudly, the pleasurable edging ready to give way to ejaculation at
any
moment. One-hundred-and-sixty. One-hundred-and-seventy. One-hundred-and-eighty. Jack
squeezed his eyes closed, desperately trying to will himself not to cum yet
actually pleading aloud to himself not to do it, triggering more teasing
from the other teens.

"FUUUUUUCK!" Jack yelled out as it finally got too much for him and his
cock erupted, spurts of cum flying over or through the railing to the road
below. It had felt almost as good as the orgasm in the showers. He had to
grab the rail with his free hand to remain upright.

"GET OVER HERE NOW!" Elliott screamed angrily.

Elliott's tone, the post-orgasmic come-down and the fear that he had just
failed all mixed together as Jack quickly approached his tormentors.

"I told you two hundred!" Elliott said, eyebrows raised. "You shot after
just one-hundred-and-ninety-three."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't hold back any more!" Jack whimpered
apologetically.

The entire group watched on, amazed to see Jack actually apologising for
something. They never thought they would see him like that. Perhaps he was
making progress after all.

"Wow, I guess he really enjoyed it then!" Aaron teased.

"I did not!" Jack insisted.

"Either way, he failed. So what's the punishment for a failing a
punishment?" Lincoln asked excitedly.

Elliott chuckled wickedly. "Well you know what they say... the show must go
on!"

---------

Jack was sat in the restroom stall, naked and once again stroking. He had
not been allowed to re-dress after leaving the bridge, riding naked in the
back of his own car as almost seemed to be standard practice by now. He had
been taken back to the park and ordered out of the car. Thankfully they
never went far, the restrooms were virtually next to the parking lot.

The naked teen had been ordered to sit in the stall with the door open and
begin jerking off. He was under strict orders not to cum unless it was
caused by another person. He was also forbidden to close the door,
regardless of who came in. He had been sat there for nearly ten minutes
already, jumping at every sound, worried about who could walk in and see
him. The possibility of being seen was not even his biggest concern in that
particular moment, it was Elliott's final order that played most heavily on
his mind.

"You will say yes to anything that's requested!" he had commanded.

Eventually someone had walked through, heading to the urinals. It was a man
in his mid-forties. He paused momentarily, eyeing the naked teen and up and
down for a few seconds before continuing on as normal. Jack had been
terrified that man may ask for something and that he would have to say yes!

Less than an hour earlier, Jack had been seen by a couple of hundred
passing motorists, but being seen up close by that one lone man somehow
felt worse. Perhaps it was the look in the man's eye, the smirk on his face
as he had sized Jack up. The man could see his face much more clearly than
the drivers had. He could pass him in the street some time and be
recognised him. That was the fear!

Thankfully, without Elliott and the others actively watching him, he was
able to take brief breaks from his stroking when he felt himself getting
close to cumming. He found it amazing that he could even get hard after his
two earlier orgasms in relatively quick succession, yet there he was,
edging once again in the public space.

A few more guys came in, one standing to watch for a couple of minutes, but
the other two passing by relatively quickly, obviously not interested.

Jack wondered how long he had to stay there. Elliott had not specified a
time for this punishment, instead just telling him to 'stay put until we
come and get you'. He kept thinking about his clothes, wondering whether
they were still in his car out in the parking lot or if the others had left
entirely.

He was shaken from his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching once
again. Someone appeared outside the stall. He looked young, probably around
Ben's age. His eyes lit up as he saw Jack sitting there naked and hard.

"Fuck!" the kid exclaimed in shock. "Having fun?"

Jack remained silent, just staring at the boy. The young teen's cheeks had
flushed as bright a red as Jack's own. Jack looked him up and down. He was
a scrawny kid, about five foot tall, with jet black hair and dark
eyes. Most notable was the movement in his pants, his cock visibly swelling
before Jack's eyes!

"Is it okay if I watch?" he asked nervously.

Jack's jaw clenched. "Yes," he said reluctantly.

"Awesome!" the kid said happily. He reached down and groped his erection
through his pants. He stood staring for a minute, occasionally glancing
round at the door, apparently as nervous as Jack. He moaned happily as he
continued squeezing his bulge, eventually reaching down to unzip. He pulled
out a small but solid cock. He grinned as he saw Jack look at it. "You
wanna suck it?"

"Yes," Jack said again, feeling his stomach churn. It was terrifying and
humiliating knowing he had been ordered to do it, but that wasn't what
disturbed him most, it was the way his cock twitched in his hand as the boy
approached him. He leaned forward and took the boy's cock into his mouth.

"Oh shit!" the boy exclaimed, one hand grasping at Jack's hair, the other
grabbing his shoulder.

Jack closed his eyes and sucked. He was going quickly, vigorously. It
wasn't that he was keen to pleasure the boy, he just wanted to get it over
with. Being caught naked in the restroom would be hard enough to explain,
but being naked and sucking a kid's cock, that was likely to get him in as
much trouble as Ben's fake rape video.

"You're fucking good at that!" the boy groaned excitedly. "I'm gonna.... ah
fuck.... I'm gonna cum!" His voice was high-pitched already, but in his
near-orgasmic state it was more like a squeak.

Jack swallowed the cum. He was starting to get used to the taste of it. It
seemed preferable to having the boy cum on his face or chest. He eventually
opened his eyes, released the boy's cock and looked up. "What the fuck?"
Jack exclaimed in shock as he saw the boy's phone pointing down at him.

"Hey, that was my first blow job, I wanna remember it!" the boy said with a
chuckle.

"Yeah but.... wait... erm.. how old are you?" Jack asked, having terrifying
flashbacks to the moment Ben revealed the video to him.

"Fourteen, why?" the boy asked, lowering the phone to zip up his pants.

"Oh shit, oh fuck!" Jack muttered. After being threatened with the other
video, he had started doing some research, wondering whether Elliott was
just trying to scare him. He had been unhappy to learn that Elliott was
right. At fifteen, the things Jack had done with Ben would indeed have
earned him an eighteen-month sentence. This kid though, he was even
younger. Depending on how he was tried, that could be up to a life
imprisonment. "Delete it. Delete it now!" Jack snarled, jumping up.

The boy was too quick, he turned and ran.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Jack repeated to himself, pacing back and
forth in the restroom. He wanted to chase the boy, catch him, force him to
delete the incriminating video, but a naked man chasing a boy and
assaulting him, that was hardly likely to go unnoticed. Instead, he walked
back into the stall, closed the door and stared blankly at the floor.

---------

"Guessing it went well then!" Ben laughed as he saw his friend run around
the corner to their hiding spot.

"Just like you said it would!" the boy replied.

"And did you tell him you're fourteen?" Ben asked.

"Yup. I thought I'd have to just blurt it out, but he actually asked. It
caught me by surprise, I nearly said sixteen but stopped myself! So now he
thinks I'm only fourteen!" the boy answered, beaming with pride.

"Perfect!" Elliott said excitedly. "Send me the video!"

"No problem," the boy said happily. He pressed a few buttons on his phone
and sent on the video.

"Now delete it!" Elliott added.

The boy looked unhappy. "Aww, do I have to?" he asked, pouting.

"Yeah you do!" Ben said, snatching the phone to make sure it was
deleted. "That was the deal. You get a blowjob from Jack and we get the
video!"

"Fine," the boy replied, taking the phone back. "You ever need me to get a
blowjob from a hot guy again, you let me know, okay!" he said to Ben with a
slight chuckle.

"I might take you up on that!" Ben laughed back, then gave his friend a
quick hug.

The boy ran off, waving back at his friend momentarily.

"You're an evil fucking genius sometimes, Elliott. I don't know whether to
be impressed or scared!" Lincoln said. As with the bridge, this plan had
been arranged between Elliott and Ben only, leaving the rest to just watch
and be amused/impressed.

"Thanks," Elliott said with a grin.

"So we gonna go and get him? He's gotta be totally freaking out in there!"
Bryce asked, looking in the direction of the restrooms.

"Nah, let's make him wait a bit longer!" Aaron said.

"Yeah, and not a word about having the video to him when we do get him. I
want this as a.... back-up threat if he starts misbehaving. Got it?"
Elliott instructed.

The rest of the group nodded their understanding.

"So what's the plan for tomorrow?" Danny asked, hoping to hear about the
next tortures planned for Jack.

"Nothing!" Ben said, getting confused looks in response.

"Nothing? As in, you've not planned it yet?" Aaron asked, frowning.

Ben shook his head and smiled at Elliott. "No, nothing as in we're not
going to do anything to him."

"You going soft or something?" Danny asked unhappily.

"Definitely not!" Ben said, grinning as he grabbed at his cock. The
double-entendre got a laugh from the others.

Elliott laughed, but then addressed the others. "It's all part of the
plan. We just torture him constantly and he'll just get more stubborn. I
know Jack, we gotta mess with his head. An entire day of worrying about
what we're going to do, but nothing actually happening, it'll totally screw
him up. He'll be terrified all day of what he thinks is coming!" he
explained.

"Oh I like that!" Lincoln said happily, revelling in the prospect of making
Jack miserable.

"Not just that, though. I want him to try and have a normal day at school,"
Ben explained. "After what happened today, he'll have a pretty hard time. I
want him to know that life as he knows it is over, he can't go back after
what we're doing to him!"

"Okay, you too. Both of you, evil geniuses!" Lincoln said, looking back and
forth between Elliott and Ben.

"Hehehe, thanks," Ben said with a delighted grin.

"So I'm thinking after we go and get him, I'll just let him go home and
worry himself stupid about everything, unless anyone has any other
requests," Elliott said, looking round the group.

Bryce and Elliott looked at each other and grinned, then to Elliott and
said, "Actually, mind if we take him home?" Bryce asked slightly
sheepishly.

"You wanna fuck him again, don't you?" Danny asked, shaking his head.

"Fuck yes!" Bryce said instantly. "His ass is amazing!"

Elliott nodded. "You're not wrong there. Fine, you two can take him home
and do... whatever it is you wanna do on the way."

---------

Jack was on his knees. He had gotten so worked up worrying about the video
the boy had taken that he had actually thrown up. He had just flushed when
there was a knock at the door. He stood and unlocked the door, pulling it
open.

"I'm sorry, I know you said..." Jack started, but his apology was halted by
the clothes thrown at him.

"Get dressed!" Elliott ordered. He watched as Jack quickly started pulling
on the shorts. "I'm going home and I'm taking your car. Bryce is gonna take
you home. I'll come by to pick you up for school in the morning." He didn't
wait for a response from Jack. Instead he just walked out.

Jack didn't know whether to be relieved or scared that Elliott hadn't even
commented on his failure to follow orders. He quickly pulled on the tank
top, socks and sneakers then headed out of the restroom. Elliott was long
gone, along with Ben. Danny and Aaron. Only Bryce and Lincoln remained.

"Come on," Bryce commanded, heading towards the parking lot.

Jack was freaking out. As far as he knew, there was a kid running around
somewhere with a video that see him imprisoned for life. He wanted to talk
to them about it, to tell them what had happened, but they seemed
disinterested in his presence, listening to his problems was doubtlessly
something they would care about even less.

Bryce and Lincoln were talking about football as they headed to the car. It
was a conversation Jack would have happily joined in with under normal
circumstances, but it didn't seem appropriate for him to just chat casually
with two of his tormentors. They ignored Jack all the way to the car, just
talking to each other all the way to Lincoln's house.

As they got out of the car, they walked around the house rather than going
to the front door. There were steps at the side of the house leading down
to the basement door. Lincoln unlocked the door and let them in. As they
got inside, Jack realised that the entire basement was Lincoln's room. His
bed area was in one corner, a lounge and TV in another, bathroom in the
third corner and then stairs leading up to the rest of the house in the
fourth corner.

'Nice place,' Jack thought to himself, but didn't verbalise it. It still
didn't feel right to just talk casually to his two junior teammates.

"It's getting late, let's make this quick!" Lincoln said, glancing at the
clock. "Get your clothes off!"

For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Jack undressed although
this time he wasn't alone. Bryce and Lincoln both undressed too. It was
strange seeing the two naked together, they looked so vastly
different. Bryce with his bulging muscles, Lincoln with his slender
frame. The one thing they both had in common though was their rigidly hard
cocks.

Jack almost felt relieved, sending what was about to happen. He certainly
didn't revel in the thought of sex with the two younger teens, but at least
that was all it was. No public exposure, no strangers seeing him or doing
things to him, it was just him and them!

Lincoln opened a drawer in the corner and pulled out a couple of condoms
and a bottle of lube. "I'm having his ass first!" he said, almost
growling. He ripped open the condom and slid it on before applying some
lube. "Bend over!" he barked at Jack who remained in place, but leaned over
forward.

Lincoln moved behind the older teen, rubbed the remnants of the lube
covering his fingers onto Jack's hole and then began to push his dick
inside.

Jack let out a low, almost content, groan. The feeling of emptiness after
having the plug removed had not gone away and he cursed himself for
actually feeling happy to have something inside him again. As Bryce moved
in front of him and pushed his cock into Jack's mouth, the tortured teen
found himself almost looking forward to Bryce's turn.

He kept thinking about what had happened a couple of nights earlier, hos he
had willingly allowed Bryce to fuck him. The whole thing had turned out to
be a set up to humiliate him further, but until that revelation, it had
actually felt amazing. He had kissed Bryce, that was the part that
surprised him most. Wanting to ride his cock made a sort of sense, it could
make him orgasm, something he had desperately needed at the time, but what
purpose did a kiss serve? Was it a by-product of his extreme horniness, did
it just come naturally when fucking someone in that position or was it
simply that he wanted Bryce? It couldn't be that. He hated Bryce. The young
jock had been a constant pain to Jack, a constant rival, a challenger to
his superiority. It was just the horniness, it had to be!

"Oh God, seriously, this ass!" Lincoln groaned. He slapped Jack's butt
cheek with one hand as he continued thrusting in and out.

Bryce was enjoying the blowjob, but it was Jack's ass he wanted. "Can we
swap yet?" he asked hopefully.

"Not yet, I'm almost... ah yeah... almost.... fuck... just a bit
more.... yes... yes.... aaaah!" Lincoln moaned happily as he shot his
load. He pulled out once his orgasm subsided and slapped Jack's butt once
again. "He's all yours!"

"Great!" Bryce said happily. He grabbed the bottle of lube from where
Lincoln had left it and squirted some into his hand, then began stroking it
onto his erection.

"Don't you want a condom?" Lincoln asked as he flopped onto the sofa.

"Oh!" Bryce said, blushing slightly. They hadn't used one on their previous
encounter so the thought hadn't crossed his mind. He looked to Jack.

The older teen simply shrugged, mostly just beyond caring what happened at
this point.

Bryce sat down, grabbing Jack's arm and pulling him closer. He kept pulling
until the naked seventeen-year-old had straddled his lap. He reached down
with one hand and positioned his cock with the head against Jack's hole
then looked him in the eye.

They both shuddered as the solid tool slid inside, then inhaled sharply in
perfect, unplanned synchronisation. For a moment, it was like everything
else dropped away, delightful ripples of pleasure seeming to bounce back
and forth between them. The bizarrely pleasant moment was rudely
interrupted by Lincoln who jumped onto the sofa beside them.

"Yeah, ride him little Jacky!" Lincoln taunted.

'Fuck off!' Jack thought, but managed to avoid blurting it out.

"Wow, you really like Bryce's big ol' dick, don't ya boy!" Lincoln teased,
reaching down to give Jack's newly-hardened cock a squeeze.

"No. It just.... it's the angle and... and..." Jack stuttered, trying to
convince himself as much as Lincoln.

Bryce watched Jack get gradually more flustered, cheeks reddening, brow
beading with sweat. If the older teen wasn't such a colossal cunt, he might
have actually been cute! More concerned with his own pleasure than Jack's
desperate floundering, he reached up and grabbed his chin, turning the
older boy's head towards him. "Ignore Link, just... do it!" he suggested
gently, thrusting his hips up to emphasise his point.

"Okay," Jack agreed. He did his best to ignore the ongoing teasing and
barrage of insults from Lincoln as he slowly slid up and down Bryce's
chunky cock. He gradually got faster and faster as he felt an orgasm
beginning to build. He really needed to figure out what it was that was
making him feel like this. If it was simply the position he was in, he
needed to find a way to replicate it because as much as he hated to admit
it, it was a truly staggering sensation. On the other hand, if it was Bryce
that was making him feel that way.... he couldn't bring himself to think
about that possibility.

"I'm gonna cum. Are you?" Bryce asked breathily.

"Not quite yet," Jack whispered back.

"Maybe this'll help!" Bryce said with a smile. He leant forward and took
Jack's nipple into his mouth.

"Oh God yes!" Jack gasped as the sensation of Jack's lips around his nipple
shot through him.

The yell of delight began the chain reaction. Feeling a wave of excitement,
Bryce began to cum inside Jack, which in turn triggered Jack to cum on
Bryce's stomach.

Once again, what could have been a nice moment was ruined by Lincoln who
continued his stream of insults and abuse.

"For fuck's sake Link, give it a rest!" Bryce snapped angrily. He shoved
Jack aside and stood up, heading to Lincoln's bathroom to clean up.

Wondering why Bryce was so annoyed, Lincoln stood too, grabbing a pair of
shorts and pulling them on. He looked over to a slightly-dazed Jack and
called out, "Get dressed, we're finished with you!"

The comment hurt more than it was probably intended to. Jack felt cheap,
like he was nothing more than a toy for their amusement, one that they had
not apparently finished playing with. Once again the tiny shorts and tank
top were pulled on, barely concealing anything but giving Jack at least a
slight sense of comfort.

Bryce emerged from the bathroom moments later and pulled on his own
clothes. By then, Lincoln had turned on his xbox and started up a
game. "See ya tomorrow!" he called out as Bryce headed for the door.

"Yeah, see ya," Bryce called back. "Come on Jack, I'll take you home."

The two teens headed for the car and got in silently.

They had not long pulled out of Lincoln's driveway when Bryce said, "I'm
starving, I haven't eaten tonight. You must be pretty hungry too, right?"

Jack was caught a little by surprise. Still feeling cheapened and once
again beginning to worry about the video that had been taken earlier, he
had not expected the question. "Oh, erm... yeah I guess I am." Hunger had
not been something that had even crossed his mind, but now that it had been
brought to his attention he felt ravenous.

"You fancy a pizza?" Bryce asked as he drove.

"Oh what, let me guess. I have to go get it naked. Or you're gonna cum on
it before I eat it? Or you're gonna make me crawl round like a dog and beg
for it?" Jack asked sharply, automatically suspicious of the question.

"No!" Bryce said, holding back his annoyance slightly. "I was just being
nice. Now d'you want a fucking pizza or not?"

Jack felt suddenly sheepish. "Erm, yes... please!" he said quietly.

"Okay then!" Bryce said with a nod. He drove on for a few more minutes,
then pulled up outside the pizza place they often used when doing things at
Lincoln's place. "Stay here, I'll be right back."

Jack found himself suddenly alone, with no orders, no humiliating tasks,
just him and his thoughts. He kept thinking of the kid, what he might be
doing with the video, who he might be showing. Perhaps he had already shown
it to the police. Maybe they had gone to his house to look for him, maybe
his parents knew all about it, knew their son was a criminal. What would
they think of him? What would he say to them? How could he ever look his
Mother in the eye again? His life was over, all because of that kid, all
because of one blowjob.

"Hey, you okay?" Bryce suddenly asked as he opened the door.

Jack jumped at the other teen's sudden appearance, gasping to catch his
breath, not even realising he had been holding it as he got lost in his
thoughts.

"What's wrong?" Bryce asked. He knew it was a very open question,
considering what he was helping to do to Jack, but it still seemed like
something was particularly bothering the older boy.

'Tell him!' Jack thought to himself. 'Tell him what happened!' He knew what
he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to say it. "Nothing, I'm
fine!" he insisted.

"Okay, you hold these!" Bryce said, handing the two pizza boxes over as he
climbed in. "It's too busy round here, let's go somewhere quiet."

Jack sat cursing himself. That was it, that was an opportunity to share his
worries about the boy and he had missed it.

Bryce drove away from the pizza place and stopped a few minutes down the
road. They had parked next to a park, much smaller than the one where Jack
had been tortured so often over the last few days. This one was just a
small patch of grass with a few trees on one side and playground equipment
on the other. They got out and headed for the trees. Bryce took a seat,
leaning on one of them and gestured for Jack to hand him the pizzas and sit
beside him.

Jack looked round nervously. "So... what? Aaron and Danny are gonna pop out
any second with cameras again, are they?" he asked suspiciously.

"No, this isn't some trick, this is just dinner. Now give me my pizza
before I make you!" Bryce said with a slight grin.

Jack handed a box to Bryce then sat down and opened the other one. He
pulled out a slice and cast the box aside as he began to devout it
hungrily.

Jack was already onto his third slice before Bryce spoke. "It wasn't my
idea!" he said quietly.

"What wasn't?" Jack asked, his mouth full of pizza.

"The... the thing, the other night. Recording you... asking me to.... you
know!" Bryce mumbled.

"You seemed pretty into it though!" Jack said, swallowing and lowering the
remainder of the slice, not wanting to keep eating while they were talking.

"I was. I mean... ugh!" Bryce growled angrily, not able to express what he
was thinking. "Look, the stuff I told you was true. I had a date, total
cock tease, I was horny and I wanted to fuck. But I made the mistake of
telling the others that I was going to your place to... take care of it and
they just kind of... seized the opportunity!"

"Whatever, doesn't really matter now, does it!" Jack said moodily. It did
actually make him feel a little better about it, but in general he was
still just too pissed with the entire situation to really care why Bryce
had done it.

"Fine, yeah, whatever!" Bryce replied back moodily. "I was just... trying
to... yeah, whatever, forget I said anything!"

The two went back to eating in silence. Once again Jack's mind wandered
onto the boy, his mind filling with terrible thoughts, all the possible
outcomes if the video got out. Eventually it was enough to even stop him
eating, his hand slumping down to his side.

"What's wrong?" Bryce demanded, "And don't tell me it's nothing, you look
like you're about to throw up!"

Jack looked at the younger teen and opened his mouth, intending to insist
everything was fine. Instead, as his eyes met Bryce's, it finally got too
much. With a pathetic whimper, Jack burst into tears. He sat back, not
wanting Bryce to see him in such a state. He expected some kind of comment
from Bryce. His biggest rival, one of his torturers and one of his most
poorly-treated teammates could see him sobbing like a little kid. Such a
show of weakness was just begging mockery. Instead, he felt an arm slide
around his shoulders, pulling him sideways into a tight hug.

The close contact felt nice, the younger teens muscular arms wrapping
around him. It wasn't enough to stop him crying, but he felt a little less
self-conscious crying onto Bryce's shoulder. After a few minutes, he had
calmed enough to try talking between sobs. "It was... in the
restroom... this kid... I sucked him... he filmed
it... but... but... he's... fourteen!" Jack gasped weakly.

Bryce felt a slight twinge of guilt. Jack was a cunt. He was a thug, a
bully, a racist, a homophobe, a misogynist, a bigot. He was literally the
worst person Bryce had ever known and he entirely deserved everything that
had been done to him, but even knowing all of that, he somehow felt a
slight pang of sympathy for the crying teen in his arms.

"Hey, shh, it's okay," Bryce whispered reassuringly. He knew the truth. He
knew the boy was not fourteen and that there was no risk of the boy sharing
it and part of him wanted to tell Jack. This was what they wanted
though. They wanted him broken down, torn to pieces so he could really see
himself for what he was. He fought his urge to tell Jack, instead taking
solace in the fact that he was at least providing a little support.

"But... what if he...shows anyone?" Jack whimpered. "My life... would
be... over!"

"He can't!" Bryce blurted out, instantly regretting it.

Jack sat up, pulling out of the hug. He looked at Bryce inquisitively.

"He can't show anyone, because he doesn't have the video!" Bryce
explained. He figured that would be enough to calm Jack, without completely
giving away the truth. "We caught him coming out of the restroom, Elliott
made him send the video to him then deleted it off the kid's phone!"

"What?" Jack asked in surprise. "Elliott has it?"

Bryce just nodded.

"Wait..." Jack said, frowning. "Why... would you tell me this?" He was once
again eyeing Bryce suspiciously.

"Look at the state of you!" Bryce commented. "I couldn't let you stay that
upset. I don't like seeing people suffer, I'm not you!"

Jack was conflicted over the comments. On one hand, he felt good knowing
that Bryce was actually being nice to him for real, but at the same time,
it was hard hearing Bryce suggest that he liked to see people suffer. "I
don't... do that!" he said defensively, but with absolutely no conviction.

"So the things you do to everyone around you, that's all normal is it?"
Bryce asked, amazed that Jack could even attempt to defend himself.

"Yeah, it is!" Jack replied sharply.

Bryce stared at Jack for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what he was
hearing. "Seriously, you don't see anything wrong with the things you do?"

Jack simply shrugged.

"Oh my God, you're unbelievable!" Bryce said, shaking his head.

"Why do people keep saying that to me?" Jack asked with a scowl.

Bryce was disgusted. For a moment, he thought they were making progress,
that perhaps sharing that moment together, helping jack in a moment of
weakness might be a step in the right direction for the older boy, that he
might begin to reflect on his actions but clearly not. He remained as
oblivious as ever.

"Let's go!" Bryce said, standing up.

"What about your pizza?" Jack asked, looking at the barely-touched box
beside him.

"I've lost my appetite!" Bryce said moodily.

Jack got up and started following. "Wait, are you... pissed at me?"

"No!" Bryce snapped.

"Kinda seems like you are!" Jack insisted. "What did I do?"

Bryce stopped and looked back at Jack. "Ya know, you could be... amazing. I
mean, you're smart, cute, athletic, charismatic and sexy as hell, but then
you open your mouth and there's this.... horrible personality that just
hides all the good stuff!"

"I... erm... I..." Jack stuttered. He wasn't sure what to say. Once again
Bryce had said something that made him feel both amazing and devastated at
the same time. "You think I'm cute AND sexy? You really are a faggot,
aren't you!"

"Shut up!" Bryce snapped angrily.

Jack grinned, happy to back on the other side of it for once.

"I'm right, aren't I. You're a total faggot and you're totally into
me. That's it, isn't it!" Jack sneered.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bryce yelled. He grabbed Jack by the throat but quickly
realised what he was doing and let go. "Fine, you know what, yeah, doing
things with you has kinda made me start thinking about myself in other ways
and yeah, maybe I do have a bit of thing for you, but you know when that
really started?"

Jack shrugged.

"It started when YOU kissed ME!" Bryce snapped. Jack's face dropped. "OH
yeah, you remember that, don't you! The way YOU kissed ME, the way YOU
wanted ME to fuck you! So who's the faggot now?"

"I'm not gay!" Jack snapped furiously.

"Oh really? So if I did this..." Bryce started, then leaned in, placing a
hand on Jack's neck. "You wouldn't try to..." He never got a chance to
finish, Jack's lips were on his.

The kiss lasted for several seconds before they pulled apart.

"Why did you do that?" Jack demanded angrily.

"I didn't, you did it!" Bryce insisted.

"Nuh-uh, that was you!" Jack argued back.

Bryce frowned back at him. "What? No way, that was totally you. All I did
was lean closer, like this!" He leaned in once again the teens were
kissing.

Jack pushed Bryce away. "Stop doing that!" he snarled.

"I'm not doing it. You're doing it, for fuck's sake!" Bryce said angrily.

"Fine. I'm gonna move closer, don't kiss me!" Jack said calmly. He stepped
up to Bryce again, their faces barely inches apart. "See,
nothing's... nothing's happening!"

"Yeah, I... I guess... it's not!" Bryce mumbled back.

Their breathing was heavy and perfectly synchronised.

"Bryce..." Jack said weakly.

"Yeah," he whispered back.

"I really wanna kiss you!" Jack finally conceded.

"I wanna kiss you too!" Bryce said back. He leaned in, placing his forehead
and nose against Jack's.

"I'm not gay!" Jack said quietly.

"Me neither!" Bryce agreed.

They moved as one, bringing their lips together, neither knowing what was
really happening or what they were feeling. They simply needed to do it.


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