Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 22:59:22 -0600
From: Lasertech <lasertech@storylover.us>
Subject: Hackers' Revenge Chapter 1

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	This story has sexual content, however sex is not the major topic
of this story. If it is illegal for you to read such stories where you are,
please leave this page immediately. This story is a complete work of
fiction. Any resemblance to real people living or dead are purely
coincidental.

	*Note: This chapter contains a depiction of non-consensual sex.
This is not intended to be a turn on, but to provide motivation for the
characters in subsequent chapters. The rape of someone is a horrible thing
and should never be tolerated.

	Now that all that stuff is out of the way, on with the story.

Hackers' Revenge By: Lasertech Chapter 1

	I suppose I should start off this story by telling a little bit of
background about myself.  My name is Alex Drummand and I'm a sophomore at a
Gibson High School in California. I just turned 16, have brown hair, blue
eyes.  I'm 5'1" (yeah, I'm short and fairly scrawny).  I've finally begun
to come to grips with the fact that I'm gay. I like to swim and ski. I'm
also in the marching band and play the flute and piccolo (no American Pie
jokes, please). I started playing the flute in 2nd grade and the piccolo in
6th. I'm pretty good, even if I do say so myself.  I've won a few awards in
some competitions around the state and I am taking private lessons from one
of the greatest flute players in the world. I'm also a geek in that I love
computers, video games, electronics, and just about anything digital. I'm
not an uber hacker by any means, but I do like to tinker.

	My mother is a marketing executive for a big company out here, so I
don't get to see as much of her as I'd like. She's always working late or
off on some business trip. Either way she's usually too tired to do much
with me when she's home.  I know she has to work hard because it's only us,
but I would like to spend some time with Mom every now and then. The only
benefit to her being gone a lot was that I got to stay over at Ryan's house
when she was gone.  Nowadays since I turned 16, she trusts me to stay home
and not burn the house down. I think she realizes I'm too much of a geek to
have huge house parties or do something stupid like that while she's gone.

	One of the benefits of being in the marching band is that you get
to have front row views of all the football players at all the games. I
love watching them play in their outfits.  All the padding just makes them
look so hot and masculine. I've finally become comfortable with myself for
looking at them and wanting them in a sexual way without chastising myself
for doing so. But there's no way I'm going to tell anyone my deep dark
secret.

	My best friend in the whole world is Ryan. He's also a sophomore
and one month older than me. He's 5'7", has blond hair and the lightest
blue eyes I have ever had the pleasure to lose myself in. They are the kind
of eyes that are deep and haunting and make you believe there is an
eternity of profound thought behind them. I've known him since 6th grade
and we do everything together. The problem with that is that over the past
two years I've begun to look at him not only as a friend, but as an object
of lust and desire. Whenever I'm around him I have to be careful not to
stare or let him catch me ogling at his tight ass or surprisingly large
bulge in his pants. It's particularly difficult to be around him in the
summer months when we go swimming. I have to use every last ounce of will
power not to pop a boner in front of him.

	I mentioned that I was a geek and into computers, but Ryan is an
uber geek. He is a 1337 (elite) hacker that can do just about anything on a
computer.  He's a programmer, game designer, Photoshop Wizard, and kicks my
ass on just about any video game we play.  Not that I care, though. He's
always trying to give me hints on how to win or make it through some maze.
He's also the one who has taught me everything I know about computers. I
still only know a small fraction of what he does, but I have fun. He also
helps out at school by volunteering in the computer lab and working with
the IT guys. It's common for him to be called out of class to go help
someone with their computer or help when the network goes down.

	Unbeknownst to Alex, Ryan has also come to the realization that he
is gay. He hated himself for it at first, trying to avoid thinking about
it. When a cute girl walks by, he could see she was pretty and appreciate
it, but it gives him no urges between his legs. However, if a cute boy
walks by, his eyes would immediately snap to him, following his movements,
noticing details about him, the way his ass moved as he walked, the way his
hair shuffled, his facial features, his smile, everything. For almost a
year he denied himself the pleasure of enjoying the view, thinking he was a
freak or some genetic mistake. Finally he realized that this is the way he
really was and he felt a little more comfortable for a while. Then he
realized that he would be so very alone in this world. He knew he would
never be accepted by anyone. He was going to have to hide his feelings from
everyone and pretend to lead a "normal" life. The person he wanted to tell
this to the most was his best friend Alex. He thought of Alex as the
brother he never had and spent as much time as possible with him. Over the
last year though, his love for him had grown from a brotherly good friend
love, to one of passion and lust. He was IN love with Alex. He was so
scared to tell him though, because he knew that if Alex couldn't accept
that, he wouldn't remain his friend any longer. That would destroy
Ryan. The best course of action would be to do nothing. He'd rather have
Alex stay just his friend, than lose him forever.

	Ryan is the president of the school's computer club. He's actually
the one who started it. Of course I am also a member, but there are about
15 members' total. We're all pretty good friends and sometimes hang out
after school or go to the movies together, stuff like that. The rest of the
club is in just as much awe of Ryan's computer skills as I am. He's kind of
an all-rounder when it comes to computers. He doesn't really have one
specialty he concentrates on, but enjoys several areas of expertise that he
can assimilate into the production some great programs and digital art.

	Sarah is the only girl in the club, but she's one of the greatest
UNIX and Linux users I've ever seen. She can create shell scripts like
nobody's business and has an amazing ability to manage servers. Though she
won't admit to it, I'm sure she's the one who hacked the server just before
Christmas break and loaded the script that played Christmas music from
every workstation and over the PA system for almost four hours. The Network
Admin was having a hell of a time figuring it out and they called Ryan in
for help. I also think that he knew exactly how to solve the problem, but
was having too much fun with it to put a stop to it. He must have known
that Sarah is probably the only person who could have pulled that off, but
he wouldn't tell me either.

	Paul is our resident electronics wizard. He's like watching
McGuyver in action. He can pull a few things out of his backpack and by the
end of a class period he's made some crazy contraption. I remember one day
he made a point-contact diode radio out of a #2 pencil, a razor blade, 3
paper clips, 2 magnets and a Dixie cup during Mrs. Zucherman's English
class. She was completely oblivious to scene of wonderment going on in the
back of the class. We were able to pull in some of the local radio stations
and were having a blast. I don't ever recall having that much fun in
English class before. He's also amazing to watch with remote control
devices. He's got cars, trucks, a plane and a helicopter that he takes out
on the weekend to hobby races and such.

	I love my math classes, and I always get A's, but my skills pale in
comparison to Dennis. He's in Vector Calculus. He leaves the high school
campus early so he can attend the university level course. By the end of
high school, he will have about half the credits necessary for a Minor in
Math. Interestingly though, his main interests don't lie in math, but in
encryption and systems security. He's won a couple contests hosted by
international security groups that are looking for people to see if they
can break their codes, but also to submit their own security programs and
see if others can break them.

	Some people refer to us as the geek club, but that's OK with me. It
kind of hurts to be looked down upon like that but I try to let it fall off
my shoulder. I came to the conclusion that we will be the ones succeeding
in the "real world" after high school is over. Some days though it feels
more like "if" I make it through high school.

	I get picked on enough for being a geek and hanging out with other
geeks and nerds. We have to stick together you know, it's the only way some
of us survive. After my dad died in a car crash when I was seven, my mom
enrolled me in self-defense classes, but I'm certainly no contest for some
of the upper classmen bullies we have at our school. Some of the bullies
aren't too bad in that they are mainly only verbal abusers and maybe give
me a moderate shove or trip me once in a while. I can handle that okay.
They usually call me "geek" or "nerd", but often they add on words like
"fag" or "queer" to accentuate the pain. I know they don't know I'm gay
because I haven't told anyone and I don't act femmy or anything.

	The ones that have me worried are a group of bullies led by Ricky
Marquez. We in the computer club call them the Marquez Morons. There are 5
of them total. Ricky, Zack, Brad, Hector, and John. They are known to have
beaten up some of the other kids pretty bad, but can get away with it
because they all have family in the school administration. They get away
with anything and just receive a slap on the wrist for doing so. They seem
to enjoy beating the crap out of people for no reason in particular. They
just have to exercise their power over those that are small and weak. I've
endured my share of abuse from them like when I was punched in the stomach
immediately after lunch, making me spill its entire contents onto the
ground in front of everybody. Another time I was jumped from behind and
went face first into a guard rail, knocking me out cold.

	I'm a particularly tempting target for them because I seem to be
the "perfect storm" of a geek. I am short, scrawny, wear glasses, always do
my work, and never seem to get into trouble. I am the epitome of nerdom. I
try to stay with other groups of people, mainly members of the computer
club, just so I can blend in with background so I am least likely to be
their punching bag du jour. It's kind of like being in a herd of zebras in
Africa. Stick together and hope the predators go for someone else as you
run for your life.

	The worst incident happened when I was getting into my car about a
month ago in March, a couple days after my birthday, and I was attacked
from behind. As soon as I opened the door, they grabbed my head and rammed
it into top of the door frame. I was out cold. When I woke up a couple
hours later, I had been tossed into the car and left to suffer. As I moved,
I felt stabbing pains in my abdomen and my chest. I reached for my cell
phone to call Ryan, because I knew he'd still be at the school since they
were installing some new equipment in the computer lab and he would be
helping.

	"Hey Alex!" said Ryan after seeing his friends name pop up on
caller ID.

	All I got out was "Ryan, help!" before the pain became too much for
me and I blacked out again.

	The next time I woke up I was in the hospital. The pain was
excruciating and it took me a while to realize where I was. I realized at
this point that someone was holding my hand and when I turned my head my
gaze fell upon Ryan's face. I always thought he was kind of cute, but
seeing him here he looked like an angel. Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect
smile- an angel. Maybe it was the pain killers or something else, but I saw
him in a whole new way.

	"How ya feelin'?" he asked.

	"Unnh, Owww! I feel like I've been beat to shit! What happened?" I
remarked.

	"I'm not exactly sure, after you called me for help and wouldn't
respond, I ran out to my car to drive to your place, because I figured
that's where you were. But as I got to the parking lot only a few cars were
left including yours. That's when I saw you sprawled out across your front
seats. The doors were locked so I had to bust the window to get in. I
called the paramedics and they brought you here" he said.

	It was about that time I remembered what had happened and I
recounted the story to Ryan. He looked even more distraught than before and
I think I saw a tear in his eye, but I wasn't sure due to my own bleary
eyes because I didn't have my glasses on.

	"Your mom's gonna catch the first flight back here in the morning,
but I'm not going to leave you tonight," Ryan said. She was in Chicago for
some meeting and wasn't supposed to be back for three more days.  Those
were extremely comforting words to hear because I definitely didn't want to
be left alone right now.

	"Thanks, and thanks for calling her, Ryan," I said to him with a
slight smile. At that point I fell asleep again for a couple more hours. I
woke up again when one of the nurses was checking my vitals. As I looked
around the room, I realized that Ryan wasn't there and I began to panic
slightly feeling terribly alone. Just then I saw him walk into the room
with a couple magazines he must have picked up from the shop
downstairs. That brought an immediate calm and smile to my face that he
really was staying here with me. As the nurse was leaving, Ryan sat on the
bed across the room from me.

	"It's good to see you smile again. I was so worried when they took
you back for emergency surgery," Ryan said with a slight quiver in his
voice.

	"Surgery!?"

	"Yeah. You were in pretty bad shape when you arrived here. They
said you had some internal bleeding and maybe more. They took you back for
surgery and came back about four hours later. They wouldn't let me back
there, so I had to pretend to be your step brother. You don't hate me do
you?" He asked expectantly.

	"Of course not! I'm so glad you could be here right now, I can't
think of anyone else besides Mom that I'd rather have with me." I stopped
talking, comprehending what I just said. I hope he didn't catch on to that.

	"So after you were in recovery for a while they wheeled you in here
right before you woke up the first time. It turns out that you had a couple
pretty bad internal wounds, you lost a lot of blood, they were afraid they
were going to lose you." He had to stop for a second so he could sniffle
and wipe away a tear before continuing.

	"Alex, you have 3 broken ribs and...and...they had to remove your
spleen!" he cried out.

	I started crying, too. Not so much for the fact that I am now short
a spleen, but because my friend cares so much about me that he was crying
about my pain, that he was worried I was going to die. I couldn't have
asked for a better friend.

	That evening, Mom arrived and began to immediately cry as soon as
she saw me. That got me crying again. I just wanted to be held, but every
time she tried to hug me, the pain was unbearable. We had to settle for a
kiss on my cheek. I of course had to tell her what happened and that got
Ryan crying again.

	Shortly after we had regained our composure, the police arrived to
question me about the incident. I recounted the story yet again, without
nearly as many tears, and I knew what they were going to say. Since I
didn't see any of the attackers, there were no fingerprints, and no
witnesses have stepped forward, not much could happen at the moment. I knew
in my heart that it was Ricky and his gang, but there was no way to prove
it. I'm sure if there were any witnesses, Ricky's bunch threatened them
thoroughly enough not to step forward and say anything to the cops.

	By the time I was able to leave the hospital, I had completely
fallen in love with Ryan. He had been my knight in shining armor and
literally saved my life. He was there through my whole stay at the
hospital, making sure I had everything I needed and that I stayed
comfortable. If someone told me there was a better friend somewhere else in
the world, I wouldn't have believed them. He consoled me in my pain and we
shared the emotions I had been experiencing in the last couple days to get
through this. I always knew Ryan was a great friend, but this went beyond
the call of duty and he was so nurturing and helpful I could feel the love
he was giving me. The problem was that I knew he was helping me with a
brotherly type of love and not the love of a boyfriend, which I wished for
so desperately. I knew this could never be so I had to resign myself to
enjoying this attention I was getting without the expectation of more.

	About five weeks after my hospital stay, I was walking out to my
car after band practice and just as I rounded the corner from the gym,
coming from the opposite direction were the Marquez Morons. I turned to go
the opposite direction but it was too late. Zack grabbed me by the shoulder
and spun me around. He then took hold of me by my shirt collar and pinned
me to the wall. All of them had this shit eating grin like they new
something was about to happen. At this time, Hector, reached into his
pocket and produced a .38 caliber pistol and poked it right into my
stomach. I winced in pain and turned pale in fear. The world seemed to come
to a screeching halt as I stared at the cold black piece of metal poking at
me. I didn't dare move.

	Hector leaned in close to my ear and said "if you want to see
tomorrow, you'll come with us."

	I nodded my head warily and they led me by my shoulder around the
corner and down to the back entrance of the gym. Once inside they ordered
me into the locker room and pushed me to the floor. I was scared shitless
because I knew no one would be able to hear any of my screams that would
emanate from here, the walls were too thick and there weren't any after
school sports today.

	"First things first, asswipe. Call off the cops. I know they've
been snooping around here looking for any evidence or witnesses who saw you
get beaten. Lucky for us, half the office staff are family and can hide
things pretty good. But you gotta tell them to stop. If you try and pin
that on us, this gun (Hector brandishes the weapon once again in case I had
forgotten it was there) will be the last thing you ever see. Do ya got it?"
Ricky sneered at me. I warily nodded my head as I knew I had no
choice. "Good now for some fun."

	John stepped in front of me and began to pull down his zipper. I
could tell what was coming. His dick flopped out in front of me like a
giant salami.

	"Suck it!" he hissed at me.

	"No way! I ain't gay!" I said incredulously.

	"Do it now or else!" said Hector followed by the unmistakable sound
of the cocking of his pistol.

	"And strip," John piped in.

	I began to slowly take off all my clothes and once I was completely
nude, he placed his large hand on my head and pushed me down to my knees
again. With tears beginning to stream down my face, my shaking hands reach
out to grab Hectors dick and began to stroke it. I leaned forward and
placed the tip of his cock in my mouth. It was a little salty, but not bad,
so I proceeded to take more and more of it in my mouth. As I began a
bobbing motion, I turned my head slightly, noticing a weird shadow to my
left. I glanced over to see the pistol only inches from my temple. I
panicked again and accidentally scraped Hector's dick with my teeth.

	"Oww! God Damn it! No teeth, faggot!" shouted Hector, followed by a
whack from his hand on the side of my face.

	By now the tears streaming down my face were mixing with the
muskiness of Hectors cock and at that moment I just wanted to curl up in
the corner and die. But they weren't done yet. Once Hector had gotten off,
the other four took their turn at my mouth. They took turns holding the gun
to my head to make sure I did a good job. Once all of them had gotten off,
they backed off facing away from me and were looking at something in front
of Zack.

	"Hey, these turned out pretty good! He even looks like he's
enjoying it in this one!" Ricky said enthusiastically.

	'Pictures? A camera? Oh my god!' I thought as the realization hit
of what's been happening while I was giving the forced blow jobs.

	"That's right, you're ours now" said Zack as he glared over his
shoulder at me.

	"You'll give us what we want, when we want it or these pictures
will be sent to everyone in the whole school, fag boy." Brad said with a
slight chuckle at the end.

	I tried to get up and run at that point but Brad caught me and
pulled me tight to his body. "Where do you think you're off to?" he
asked. "That was only round one."

	With that the tossed me onto one of the tables and grabbed a tube
of KY from his pocket. 'Oh shit' is all I was able to think before I felt
the worst searing pain emanating from my ass. He rammed his dick hard into
me and I screamed in pain.

	"Take it, faggot" Hector said, again pointing the gun at me. I also
noticed Zack was taking more pictures, making sure none of their faces or
the gun was visible. I didn't think the human body was able to produce that
many tears, but they just kept coming. Tears from the pain, tears from
humiliation, tears from the fear, and tears just because things couldn't
get any worse.

	Once they had all had their fun with me, they once again checked
out the photos. They seemed satisfied that they had enough blackmail
material and turned back towards me. I don't know if they said anything or
not because my ears were ringing and my mind wasn't functioning. One
grabbed me by the arms, another got my legs, the swept me off the table and
carried me over to the showers. They tossed me on the floor and turned on a
couple of the shower heads. As they turned to leave, Ricky said, "We'll be
seeing you around, cocksucker," and they all laughed until I heard the door
slam shut. I laid there for a few minutes just crying some more thinking
'why me, how come this had to happen to me?' My tears were mixing with the
shower water and were flowing toward the drain. Slowly, I began to get up,
the water having already rinsed off whatever crap they had left on me. I
grabbed one of the towels and proceeded to dry off. Once I had my clothes
on, the tears had dried and a heavy weight took hold in my stomach.

	The realization of what my future held was taking shape in my mind
and it wasn't pretty. I was either going to be the sex slave to five of the
most disgusting lowlifes on earth, or be outed to every kid in school! With
that weighing on me slowly made my way to my car. Once I was in the drivers
seat, I had flashbacks of when they put me in the hospital, visions of cock
being forced down my throat, guns pointing at my head. It was too much and
I began sobbing right there in my car. 'Sex slave, outed, sex slave,
outed', those to options bounced back and forth in my head as I was
crying. No matter what my life was ruined. After about ten minutes of
soaking my shirt with tears and snot dripping from my nose, I had a sudden
revelation; there was a third option.


Author's Notes:
	This is my first story that I've written. I'd really like to hear
from everyone who read this and get their feedback on it. You can reach me
at Lasertech@live.com and Lasertech@storylover.us.
	Lasertech


Editor's Notes:
	Well folks here we go.  A new author and new story.  Lasertech has
a real knack for story telling.  He definitely has grabbed my attention.
We are also going to have to watch this very carefully, this chapter is
very close to being a cliff hanger.  I had nothing to do with that.  Having
been one of my generation's 'Nerds' I can certainly identify with Alex and
Ryan.  I guess some parts of High School life never change.
	I sure hope Alex's third option isn't what I'm afraid it is.
Hopefully Ryan will find him before he does anything stupid.  I guess we
will have to read on to find out.
	Str8mayb


Associate Editor's Notes:
	This looks like it is going to be a very interesting story; I hope
Alex is able to get out of his situation. I am also very curious as to what
Alex's third option is also; hopefully we will find out in the next
chapter.
	The Story Lover