Date: Mon, 17 Oct 2016 00:05:02 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 15

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 15

THEN

"Go on, do it!" Craig said with a wicked grin.

"Are.. are you sure?" Jack asked nervously. The freshman football player
stood towering over his classmate. Jack was quite large for his age, while
the boy in front of him, despite being in the same grade, was significantly
below average. It was one of the reasons he had been chosen as the victim
for this particular game.

The slightly younger boy was on his knees, whimpering face pressed to the
floor, bare ass pointing upwards to the newest member of the football team.

"Yes I'm sure, now do it. Spank the fag... unless you wanna join him? Is
that the problem, little Jacky, are you a fag too?" Craig asked in a
mocking tone.

"I'M NOT A FAG!" Jack snapped furiously. In a fit of rage, he swung the
belt.

The prone boy yelped with pain as the leather strap connected with his ass.

Craig and the rest of the senior team members watching let out a cruel
laugh. "That's it, Jack, good man. Put the fag in his place. We've got no
room for his kind at this school!"

"Yeah, no fags allowed!" Jack repeated, his hands shaking as he swung the
belt again.

Craig smirked once again. The kid had potential. Here he was, a freshman,
newly accepted to the junior team, in an environment specifically designed
to intimidate, yet somehow he was already beginning to assert his natural
authority with the rest of the JV team.

"Again!" Craig called out, nodding his approval at Jack's immediate
compliance, his earlier hesitation already gone. 'This kid is perfect!' he
thought, grinning wickedly at the Coach who lurked in the corner.

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NOW

Jack was frozen, not restrained, just unable to move his entire body. Even
his jaw refused to obey, he wanted to yell out for help but all he could
manage was a high-pitched whimper deep in his throat. The air around him
was icy cold, the chill seeming to cling to his naked body.

A figure stepped forward, looming over him, smoke swirling around him, red
light shining from behind, casting him in silhouette. Somehow he could make
out the eyes, they seemed to glow against the man's darkened
outline. Another figure stepped forward on the other side of his bed,
equally obscured. Then another, and another, and another.

Jack wanted to cry out in panic as the figures kept coming. In moments he
was surrounded, twenty or so people staring down at him, circling him
menacingly. Then more began to appear, above and behind the others, forming
another circle. They were coming quicker now, a third circle appearing
above the second.

On and on it went until all Jack could see was an endless tube of people
stretching above him, each of them with glowing white eyes, thousands of
them looking down and still he was frozen. The red light moved to the top
of the tunnel and a final figure appeared. This one though was walking
towards him.

Jack began to feel dizzy, as if gravity itself were changing. The tube of
people was shifting, no longer forming a column into the sky above but
instead making a tunnel. Jack was no longer laying, he was now standing
against a solid wall, still frozen as the final figure walked towards him.

As the red light behind him began to dim, Jack's eyes adjusted slowly as
Elliott came into focus.

"What's going on?" Jack wanted to say, but was still unable to talk. He
could only think it instead.

"You want to know what's going on!" Elliott said, clearly a statement
rather than a question.

'You can read my mind?' Jack thought.

"Of course I can. I've always been able to read you, Jack. Not there's much
to read, of course!" Elliott taunted. He stepped closer, letting his
fingers rest on Jack's shoulder as he spoke, slowly sliding them diagonally
across his body to his hip.

'Where are we?' Jack thought.

Elliott leaned forward, his lips barely an inch from Jack's ear. "It
doesn't matter," he whispered. "It only matters that you pay for what
you've done!" he raised his hand again, repeating the gesture but this time
digging his nails in a little, leaving four scratches across Jack's chest.

'Elliott, stop!' Jack thought, desperately willing himself to move or yell
out.

"You have to pay!" Elliott whispered. Once again he raised his hand,
scratching again, going deeper, leaving a trail of red as he broke the
skin.

Jack's eyes widened, unable to scream out in pain. 'STOP!' was all he could
think.

"YOU HAVE TO PAY!" Elliott screamed. Once more he raised his hand, this
time pressing his fingers so hard against Jack's chest that they began to
push inside him.

Jack shot up in his bed, hand raising to his chest in an attempt to stop a
hand that wasn't there. He was drenched with sweat, panting heavily,
shaking all over. Realising it had all been a dream he took a few seconds
to calm himself before climbing off the bed and heading to the bathroom. He
turned on the shower, using the toilet while he waited for it to warm up.

Despite his profuse sweating, Jack still felt cold as if the chill he had
felt in the dream was lingering on. Thankfully though, the warm water of
the shower began to wash it away. He stood there, head pointed upwards,
eyes closed as the water sprayed down letting it all flow off of
him. Suddenly his eyes shot open again as he remembered seeing Elliott
stand before him.

All at once, the fear he had felt in his dream, the abject terror, the
pain, all of it came flooding back to him. He dropped to his knees and
slumped into the corner of the shower cubicle, sobbing.

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When Jack awoke, he was still in the shower. Somehow though, the water had
been turned off and a couple of towels had been wrapped around
him. Confused about what had happened, but quietly thankful that the rest
of his sleep had been undisturbed by further nightmares, Jack climbed to
his feet. He had to stretch himself out a lot, the position he had slept in
had not been even remotely comfortable. Unfortunately he had no time to
devote to figuring out who had put the towels on him as he heard his
bedroom door opening.

"Wakey wakey Jack!" Ben called out. "Oh, are you here?" he added, seeing
the empty bed.

Stepping out of the bathroom with one of the towels now secured around his
waist, Jack said back quietly, "Yeah, I'm here!" He quickly looked round as
asked, "No Elliott today?"

Ben looked back at the door nervously for a moment, then back to Jack and
replied, "He's erm... dealing with something else at the moment, so you'll
have to make do with just me." The boy grinned. It was bizarre to see him
like that after how distressed he had been the previous evening. It was
actually still a little strange to see him happy at all. It seemed to
contrast even more with the bruising on his face. The swelling around his
eye had gone down significantly, but it was still discoloured and looking
sore.

Before all of this started, Jack's only memories of Ben were of stuffing
him in lockers, tripping him in the hallways or 'pranking' him in some way,
all of which were obviously intended to make him miserable. Looking at the
younger teen, Jack couldn't shake the memory of Wednesday night, when he
had been made to crawl out of school.

It wasn't the actual crawling that had stuck with him though, it was what
Ben had said afterwards. "That was how you made me feel, every single
day. Think about that for me please, Jack, imagine being made to feel like
that ALL the time!"

It had now been nine days and twelve hours since Jack's torture at the
hands of the others had begun. Jack knew this because he often thought
about it, considering how it felt like so much longer than it had actually
been. Since Ben had said those things to him though, he couldn't help
comparing his time to the younger boy's suffering. While Ben hadn't endured
quite the same level of torture as Jack, he had lived with it for a year
now. Jack was truly flabbergasted that the boy could even still find it in
himself to smile after being unhappy for that long. Ten days and Jack
already felt like he might never smile again!

"We're pretty early today so there's no need to rush anything," Ben said
casually, looking round Jack's room. Then a naughty grin began to spread
across his face as he added, "So I may as well have some fun while you're
unlocked." He quickly pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped his
pants and briefs. "Fuck me, slaveboy!" he called out cheerfully, diving
onto the bed.

Jack very nearly smiled. He had just been called slaveboy, he was about to
be forced to fuck another guy (mostly) against his will and all of it was
likely being recorded through his own webcam, but the boy's playfulness and
enthusiasm was simply adorable.

"Yes Sir," Jack said shyly, still attempting to stifle a smile as Ben
wiggled his ass at him. He dropped the towel and grabbed a condom from his
nightstand. He did his best not to question why he was already semi hard
even before he began, instead just telling himself to follow orders.

Ben was on all fours, ready to be fucked doggy-style when he suddenly
jumped up and flipped over onto his back. "I prefer being able to see you!"
he said with a sweet smile. He raised his legs high into the air, exposing
his ass as he commanded, "Get in there, big boy!"

Jack shook his head as he stroked his cock to full firmness. He was
beginning to see what Elliott saw in the boy. The sudden thought of Elliott
shook Jack back to reality, flashes of his nightmare running through his
mind. He found himself feeling quite relieved to have Ben there to distract
him, as he slid his dick inside the boy, a hand holding each of his legs.

Ben's eyes narrowed slightly as he watched the pained expressions on Jack's
face. He could tell something was bothering him, but he did his best to
ignore it. He was supposed to be Jack's master, his torturer, he was
supposed to make him suffer, not listen to his problems. As Jack began to
fuck him, the urge to talk grew stronger and stronger, but still he
resisted.

Finally, another idea popped into the boy's head. Don't talk to him, just
distract him! "Kiss my leg!" he ordered.

"What?" Jack asked, frowning slightly at the strange order.

"I said kiss it!" Ben repeated.

Jack looked at the legs he was still holding. They were slender, pale and
with just a hint of soft ginger hair around the shins. He took a deep
breath, frowned once more and pulled one of them closer. He was amazed how
soft the skin felt against his lips.

Ben mewed happily at the sensation. "Keep doing it!" he ordered.

Jack once again complied. He might have resisted or argued, but in that
moment, following Ben's commands was better than being stuck in his own
head with memories of the nightmare. He peppered the younger teen's lower
leg with kisses, some brief pecks, others longer, occasionally allowing his
tongue to slide out between his lips to lick the supple skin. He naturally
found himself working upwards, towards the ankle, but stopped there,
looking down at the boy as his fucking slowed down.

"Go on!" Ben said with a slight nod.

Jack gulped, the looked at the boy's foot. He had no idea what to do, so he
simply continued with what he had been doing so far, kissing it all
over. He couldn't help being amused at the slight giggles he heard any time
his lips touched the sole. Unsure what to do next, Jack took the boy's big
toe into his mouth, sucking on it gently.

"Mmm that's nice," Ben moaned happily, "But don't stop fucking!"

Jack hummed his understanding of the order as he sped up his thrusting, the
vibrations of the noise making Ben mew happily once more. He continued
working on Ben's foot a little longer before switching to the other one.

Suddenly the door opened, making both teens look round sharply. Elliott
walked in, looking a little taken aback by what he saw. "What are you
doing?" he demanded gruffly.

"Killing time!" Ben said playfully before looking to Jack and adding, "Keep
going!"

"Ugh, just make it quick!" Elliott huffed, turning towards Jack's desk to
avoid watching.

Despite Ben's order, Jack was completely unable to continue. Seeing Elliott
so suddenly had caught him off guard. He froze, Ben's toe still in his
mouth.

"I said keep going!" Ben repeated gently, not wanting to sound too
harsh. When Jack said nothing and remained motionless, he reached forward
and placed a hand on Jack's chest. "Jack, are you..."

"DON'T!" Jack yelled out, releasing Ben's legs and rolling away from him on
the bed.

"What did you do?" Elliott asked, looking round to see what was going on.

"Nothing, I just..." Ben started, but stopped, shrugging. "I dunno, I guess
we're done here!"

Jack cowered against the wall, desperately trying to calm
himself. Rationally, he knew that Elliott wasn't about to plunge a hand
into his chest, but the fear was still there, plaguing his thoughts. He
forced himself to take a few deep breaths, letting his body relax a
little. He moved round to sit on the side of the bed, Ben moving beside
him, the younger boy looking up at him quizzically.

Elliott eyes shot back and forth between them, trying to figure out what
was happening, but ultimately giving up and going about things as
normal. He headed for Jack's closet, the other two quickly following.

Jack felt a sudden twinge in his stomach as he saw all his clothes he had
been forced to wear the previous week washed and neatly placed back in his
closet. His Mom always did his laundry and she had actually seen him in
most of the new clothes, but to think that she had handled them, seen up
the close the humiliating outfits, it somehow made it feel all the more
embarrassing.

"Whadda you say?" Elliott asked, picking up the small denim shorts Jack had
worn last Monday. "Should we make these a new Monday tradition?" he turned,
waving the tiny clothing at the other two.

"No, we shouldn't!" Jack said weakly. He got an angry glare back from
Elliott that sent a shudder down his spine. "What, you asked!" he said
defensively, staring at his feet.

"Put 'em on!" Elliott said, thrusting them towards Jack.

With a hearty sigh, the other teen took the shorts and started pulling them
on. Either he had forgotten exactly how tight they were, or they had shrunk
a little in the wash as it was a struggle to get into them. By the time he
had done it, Elliott had picked out a top for him. It wasn't the same one
as the previous week, but it was once again almost skin-tight.

Jack was halfway through putting it on when he felt hands at the waistband
of the shorts. He jumped away, looking forward as he pulled the top over
his head to see it was Elliott. It took every bit of self-control he had
not to jump away again as Elliott reached forward once more. "What are you
doing?" he asked nervously.

"Rearranging!" Elliott said without looking up. He undid the shorts and
reached in. Jack's cock had been positioned pointing to the left. Elliott
took hold of it and pointed it down the left leg of the shorts instead,
then did the shorts up again. He gave Jack a wicked grin before turning
away.

"You... look really good!" Ben said nervously as he looked Jack up and
down. Elliott gave him another angry glare, to which he simply shrugged and
replied, "What? He does!"

"Where's the butt plug? And the ring?" Elliott demanded, eager to change
the subject.

"Oh, erm... I... erm..." Jack stuttered. He had tossed them in the trash
the previous day after fleeing from his embarrassment at the church. He had
forgotten about it and had hoped that Elliott might have too. "I lost
them!" He took a step back, imagining some furious tirade from his former
friend.

Elliott actually smiled, which in itself was probably more scary than if he
had yelled. "Never mind, I guess we'll just have to take you to back to the
shop some time for some new toys!" he said happily.

Jack, who already looked thoroughly miserable, somehow found a way to look
even more distressed. The last time he had been taken to the shop it had
been truly humiliating, so he was in no hurry to return.

Seeing Jack's reaction, Elliott sniggered and added, "But I think first we
should head back to the club so you can earn some money to buy the
replacements!"

"Awesome!" Ben said happily. "You wanna go tonight? I'll call Isaac!"

The boy was so excited he was almost bouncing. It hadn't been part of
Elliott's original plan for the day, but he simply couldn't let his young
lover down. "Sure, we'll get some food after he's finished at football
practice, then we'll head to the club!"

Jack wanted to ask more, but he knew that even if he had been allowed to
talk, he probably wouldn't have been told anything. He couldn't help
wondering what Ben was planning. Would he be taking to the stage again, or
heading to one of the private rooms? Either way, it was definitely not
something to look forward to!

The journey to school,was somewhat uneventful, aside from the realisation
of the implications of Elliott's 'rearrangement' of Jack's cock. When he
had been walking out to the car, he found that as his cock moved along with
his leg, pressed on by the tight shorts, it was somewhat stimulating. Not
enough to bring on an erection, but enough to start building him up towards
uncomfortable levels of horniness again. Furthermore, he realised with
total dismay that should he actually pop a boner, positioned as it was, it
would poke out of the bottom of the tiny shorts!

Just as they were pulling into the parking lot, Ben turned back to Jack,
grinning. "Hey Jack, you checked out your blog today?"

"What? No, why?" Jack replied. In the madness of everything that had
happened at the end of last week, Jack had all but forgotten the fan blog
the others had found. 'The sexy styles of Jack Hamilton' was a page
apparently dedicated to pictures of Jack, showing him in all the
embarrassing outfits he had been forced to wear by Elliott.

"Well it looks like they... erm... well, have a look for yourself!" Ben
said, barely containing his excitement.

Jack quickly pulled out his phone and found the page. The latest entry was
horrifying... it was a series of screenshots of the show he had put on the
previous night. Thankfully though, whoever posted them had censored them,
putting various emojis in place to cover up Jack's cock, ass and the
dildo. "Oh fuck!" Jack whimpered as he scrolled through them all. Even
without being able to see the private parts, it was blindingly obvious what
he was doing.

"You seen the caption at the end? Who wants to see the uncensored ones?
Stay tuned!" Ben read out.

"Oh no, no no no, this... this isn't... this can't be happening!" Jack
said, shaking his head in disbelief. He looked to Ben and then Elliott who
had turned round to look now he had parked the car. "This is one of you,
isn't it? Please, please just tell me it's one of you doing this!"

"I swear, Jack, we have no idea whose blog it is!" Ben said, the smile
dropping from his face.

"But... but how did they... how did they know I was going on?" Jack asked,
still shaking his head.

"Oh that's simple!" Elliott said with a polite smile. "I messaged them with
a link to your cam. I thought they might be interested!" Elliott turned
round and jumped out of the car.

Jack was seething. He wanted to jump out after his former friend and pound
him into the ground, but he had too much holding him back. All he could do
was follow and pray that nobody else in the school followed the blog.

It quickly became apparent, within seconds in fact, that this particular
prayer was going unanswered for Jack. Every day he walked into the school
now, more and more eyes were on him. They had all seen his outfits, they
had all heard about his bizarre crawling and now, it seemed, just about all
of them had seen him pleasuring himself in the blog's screenshots.

"Have a good night, Jack?"

"Great show!"

"Can't wait to see the uncensored pics!"

"That was a pretty small emoji!"

The comments were endless, the taunts all merging into one painful din of
abuse and humiliation. Jack wanted to punch them, to stop and hit each and
every one of them but it just couldn't happen. He wanted to shout at them
to stop, to burst into tears and run away, anything at all, but he wouldn't
allow himself. 'They won't win. They won't beat me! Ignore them! Ignore all
of it! Don't fucking let them win!" he told himself.

He reached his locker, taunts still swirling around him from every
direction. How could they all do this? How could everyone be against
him. He was Jack Hamilton, they worshipped him, he was their leader. How
could they turn? Why would they even want to? He stopped and stared at his
locker. One of the pictures had been printed out and stuck to it. Angrily
he reached up and tore it off, screwing it up and throwing it inside his
locker as it opened. He was too distracted to consider the possibility of
his locker being trapped again, but thankfully nothing jumped out at
him. He shoved in his bag and just grabbed the books he needed for his
first class of the day, then turned and headed to homeroom.

It was getting harder and harder to ignore the comments and taunts, but
they did have one good thing about them. The anger, the humiliation and the
absolute loathing of everyone around him was ensuring he remained
soft. Walking through all of the abuse was bad enough, had he been showing
a very obvious boner too, it would have been unbearable.

As he rounded a corner, the comments suddenly stopped. Looking round, he
realised it was because two of the teachers were standing there. That was
exactly what he used to do, act any way he wanted without teachers around,
then be on his best behaviour when a member of faculty appeared. It was a
trick he had learned from the a previous captain of the football team. He
had always told Jack that staying off the teachers' radar was of utmost
importance. You couldn't rule the school if the students ever saw you
answering to someone senior and it was something Jack had very much taken
to heart.

He briefly considered staying there in the corridor, near the relative
safety of a teacher until the one facing away from him looked round. It was
Mr Wendell.

The young teacher saw Jack, said something quietly to the other adult, then
the two both looked at Jack in unison.

Jack had no idea what Mr Wendell had said, but his mind was so addled by
terrified thoughts and feelings of betrayal that any hint of trust had been
entirely shattered. In his mind, Mr Wendell had been plotting against him,
involving the other teacher, now there were two of them on Ben and
Elliott's side. He ran on, heading for the classroom, his mind still
reeling. Maybe it wasn't those two, maybe the others had used Mr Wendell to
turn more of the teachers to their side. Maybe the entire faculty were in
on it with them. Could it really be the whole school, both teenagers and
adults, against Jack?

"Oh God!" Jack yelped as the feelings of total despair shot through
him. His stomach churned and he only just made it to a trash can in time to
throw up into it.

Out of sight of the teachers, some taunting resumed, but others looked
slightly alarmed, staring blankly at him. To Jack it was all the same, just
more people watching him, judging him... plotting against him! He wiped his
mouth with his arm and continued to homeroom, heading to one of the rear
seats as soon as he was in the room.

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As lunchtime rolled around, Jack felt a strange sense of relief as he
entered the store room. Elliott had spent the morning classes teasing
Jack's nipples or forcing him to play with himself through his shorts. As
such, he had spent a large portion of the morning with the head of his cock
protruding from the leg of his shorts. His leg was covered in dried on
precum as he had been banned from wiping any of it off.

The physical torment, along with what was going in his own mind had drained
Jack. As he entered the quiet room, he just wanted to curl up in the corner
and sleep, although even that prospect brought with it the possibility of
more nightmares.

The only good thing that had come from the morning was the news Danny, who
had finally been forced to leave Aaron's side, had brought with him about
Aaron. His recovery was going well. The paralysis appeared to have been
from swelling around the spine rather than any kind of break or fracture so
he was likely to regain full movement and be able to live his life with
relative normality. As is often the case though, the good news came
accompanied with some bad. Aaron had been advised to stay away from contact
sports which effectively ended his football career as well as any hopes of
ever achieving a football scholarship for college. It was just yet another
thing added to the increasing burden on Jack's mind.

He was the first one there, so for now he just took a seat and waited. Next
to arrive was Bryce who walked in, shut the door behind him and stared
coldly at Jack.

"Hi," Jack said cautiously.

Bryce stared a moment longer, then shook his head and walked past Jack,
placing down his bag and rummaging through it.

"What?" Jack asked, sounding almost angry.

"What? Seriously? You don't know why I'm pissed at you?" Bryce snarled,
turning to face him.

"I dunno, cos I treated you like crap, cos I told the guys you forced me to
sleep with you, cos I hurt Aaron, all the above? Take your fucking pick!"
Jack snapped back with equal anger.

"What? No. Well yeah, I'm pretty pissed about most of that but..." Bryce
said sharply, then paused a moment to compose himself. He sighed and shook
his head once more. "I'm pissed because you lied to me, right to my face! I
asked you if you hurt Aaron on purpose and you said no!"

"Oh, erm..." Jack mumbled, the anger suddenly giving way to shame.

"Yeah, oh!" Bryce said coldly.

"I'm... I'm really sorry. You weren't meant to find out!" Jack said
nervously.

Bryce scoffed. "That's okay then, lie all you like so long as I don't find
out about it!" he said sarcastically. "Fuck, Jack, you just can't help
yourself can you! I thought Elliott was right, I thought I could help you,
I thought we..." he paused to take a deep breath again, "I thought we were
making progress but you're... you're impossible!"

The words hurt, but something in particular caught Jack's attention. "Help
me? Making me cum ISN'T HELP! Humiliating me in front of the whole fucking
school ISN'T HELP! What the fuck have you done to help me?" he shouted
angrily.

Bryce's expression caught Jack off guard. The angry accusation hadn't
infuriated him, it just made him look increasingly sad. "You really don't
have a fucking clue what I've done for you! You know what, Jack, you're
probably right. I'm clearly not helping, so I'll stop. You're on your own
now!"

"What?" Jack asked, frowning.

Bryce walked back to the door, reaching for the handle just as it opened.

"Hey, where you going?" Lincoln asked as he appeared.

"Away from that prick!" Bryce said, pointing to Jack. Just before he
disappeared into the corridor, he looked back one last time and added,
"Enjoy practice tonight!"

Lincoln stood there looking thoroughly bewildered. "What was that about?"
he asked, scratching his head.

"I think we just broke up," Jack mumbled quietly to himself.

"What?" Lincoln asked, unsure of what he had heard.

"Forget it, can we just get on with whatever I'm here to do please!" Jack
requested dejectedly. "Guessing I don't need these!" he said , peeling off
the skin tight clothing.

Jack jumped aside as the door opened, trying to hide from view of anyone
passing in the corridor. He was relieved to see it was only Ben and
Elliott.

"We just saw Bryce and he looked seriously pissed. What happened?" Elliott
asked as soon as the door was closed.

Lincoln shrugged and looked to Jack.

"I dunno, maybe he's on his period!" Jack said sharply. "Now why am I
here?"

"Wow, slaveboy's got attitude today!" Lincoln said with a smirk.

"Yeah he has," Elliott agreed, frowning. "Maybe we need to fuck it out of
him!"

Jack sighed. "Whatever," he said avoiding looking at the other three.

Elliott looked Jack up and down several times before finally turning to
Lincoln. "Get on the floor, condom on and lube up well!"

"Yes Sir!" Lincoln said cheerfully, quickly pulling off his shirt.

Moments later, the blonde teen was laying flat on the floor, casually
playing with himself as he waited for Elliott's next command.

"Jack, sit on it!" Elliott ordered, pointing to Lincoln's waiting erection.

Jack shrugged and moved towards it, too weary to particularly care. As he
knelt with a leg either side of Lincoln and began lowering himself onto the
younger teen's firmness, Elliott stripped off. Ben seemed more than happy
to be standing back, recording it all, although the obvious bulge in his
pants conveyed his enjoyment.

Jack was half-heartedly riding Lincoln when he felt hands on his back. He
flinched momentarily when he realised it was Elliott, but once again forced
himself to endure his former friend's touch. He was pushed forward until
his chest was almost pressed against Lincoln's and then he felt it... the
tip of Elliott's cock was pushing against his hole.

"Already occupied!" Jack called backwards.

"Always room for one more!" Elliott replied playfully.

"What? NO!" Jack called out as he realised what was about to happen.

Elliott's cock began to push harder and harder until finally Jack's ass
began to stretch open further to allow it in. He let out groans of both
pleasure and pain as Elliott slid in alongside Lincoln.

"Fuck!" Lincoln moaned from beneath them both.

Jack wondered if this was the plan all along. Had Elliott intended to do
this with Bryce rather than Lincoln? His mind, and ass, boggled at the
prospect. Bryce's girth paired with Elliott's length would have been
insane, yet somehow the thought of it made Jack's cock twitch wildly,
squished between his own stomach and Lincoln's.

"Holy shit!" Jack moaned as Elliott slid in further and further. So far it
was only Bryce who had ever been able to make Jack cum from getting fucked,
but if the feelings coursing through his crotch were any indication, that
was about to change.

Finally getting his full length inside Jack, Elliott began to pull back
before pushing in again, gradually ramping up the speed. Ben was still
recording, but had now pulled his cock out of his pants and was jerking off
as he watched.

Elliott was beginning to lose himself in the sensations. Jack's ass was
already quite impressive, but sharing the hole with Lincoln made it extra
tight and he knew he wouldn't last long. As he continued to fuck, he
reached forward and grabbed Jack, pulling him back into an almost-upright
position.

Although Jack was once again initially hesitant at Elliott's touch, he
couldn't deny how good it felt having a body pressed up against his back,
especially when he felt a face nuzzling into his neck, nibbling at it
playfully. Jack giggled, the sound of it catching even himself by surprise.

The sound spurred Elliott on more, making him fuck faster and
harder. Lincoln was first to cum, groaning happily as he shot. The younger
teen's twitching cock pushed Elliott closer and closer to his own release.

"Ah, ah yes, oh... yeah," he moaned as he continued thrusting in and out of
Jack, his arms wrapped around him, hands exploring his body, mouth inches
from his former friend's ear. It finally happened, Elliott began to spurt,
wave after wave of pure delight rippling through him, a gentle groan
accompanying each one until the final spurt when he whispered, almost
involuntarily, "I love you Jack!"

Jack, who had been right on the verge of his own ejaculation stopped dead,
eyes widening as he took in what he had just heard. He looked down at
Lincoln, the round to Ben but either they hadn't heard or had chosen not to
react. He pulled sideways and looked back at Elliott who looked almost as
surprised as Jack himself.

"Oh fuck!" Ben suddenly called out, stepping forward and shooting his load
over all three of the naked teens.

"Your turn!" Lincoln called out, reaching out to grab Jack's boner.

Ben had barely finished shooting by the time Jack started. Whether
intentionally or not, Lincoln ended up with his face covered in Jack's
spunk, his arm dropping heavily to the ground.

The three naked teens began untangling themselves from each other. By now,
most of them had the foresight to carry the necessary supplied to clean up
after their lunchtime encounters. Aside from the noise of their shuffling
around and re-dressing, the room remained silent.

Jack kept staring at Elliott, but the other teen refused to look back,
looking almost embarrassed.

"See you guys later!" Elliott said quickly before rushing out.

Ben looked confused, wondering why his lover hadn't wanted for him. He
quickly shrugged it off and looked to the other two. "We've still got some
time, you guys wanna grab something from the cafeteria?"

Lincoln nodded his agreement.

As Ben looked to Jack, he added, "Unless you're too ashamed to be seen in
public with a 'disgusting fag'."

Now even more exhausted and confused than when he had entered the room,
Jack just shrugged. He couldn't even bring himself to say anything about
Ben's choice of words. It was something he kept throwing in Jack's face and
usually provoked some kind of response, but Jack was too preoccupied to
bother.

"Geez, what's with you all today?" Ben asked as they peeked out of the
room, walking out when they saw the coast was clear.

"What?" Jack asked, playing dumb.

"First Bryce, then Elliott and now even you're spacing out. Did I miss
something?" Ben asked, frowning.

"Hey, we all have days where things just... get to us!" Lincoln
interjected.

Ben quickly realised how accurate the comment was. Less than twenty-four
hours earlier, he had been in the alleyway with Jack, yelling at him,
feeling lost and confused with no idea why. He figured it made sense that
everyone else could feel like that. It seemed strange, however, that the
comment had come from Lincoln. Of everyone in their strange little group,
he had always seemed the most stable, always cheerful, happy to get
involved, willing to help. He simply shrugged it off and continued on
towards the cafeteria.

Most of the students seemed to be getting bored of taunting Jack by the end
of the day. His refusal to respond was depriving their fire the fuel it
really needed and although a few still tried, most just let Jack go about
his classes as normal. He took it as somewhat of a moral victory when he
realised his tactic was working, but he had no doubt that they would be
re-energised by the next morning and it would all start all over again. For
now he enjoyed what came as close to peace and quiet as he got any
more. What made it seem even more serene was the sudden lack Elliott's
teasing. During the one class they shared that afternoon, the other teen
had deliberately sat on the opposite side of the room to Jack.

He quickly finished his homework after his final class before heading off
to practice. It was only when he reached the locker room that he remembered
the ominous comment from Bryce. He quickly shook it off. The team were the
only people in school who still respected (or feared) him so he felt
relatively safe as he made his way in.

Everything seemed normal as Jack changed into his uniform, the usual
chatter going on around him. He distracted himself with ideas for plays and
tactics that he could go over with the team or discuss with the Coach. When
he got out to the field, he found the players already grouped together. It
seemed a little strange, but he figured it would save time on calling them
all in. He waited a few minutes for the last few to emerge from the locker
room while talking to the Coach.

He went over his ideas with the man as well as what they would be covering
on today's practice. Coach Sanders was used to letting Jack take the lead,
so he told the young Captain what parts he things specifically he wanted
covered and left the rest up to him. Happy that it would all be taken care
of, the Coach headed back inside to 'take care of some paperwork' which
Jack secretly knew was his code for 'go and have a smoke'.

"Okay everyone, gather round!" Jack called out.

Several looks were exchanged amongst the team and they hesitated for a
moment before all grouping around Jack in a semi-circle.

"Here's the plan for today. Start with a couple of laps, then onto the
regular Monday drills, you know the routines by now. Coach wants a stronger
focus on Defence so I'll be round to cover some extras with you guys. Okay,
get going!" Jack commanded, gesturing for them to start their laps.

Nobody moved.

Jack frowned. "I said get going!"

"No!" Trent said firmly.

"No? Whadda you mean no? Do as you're fucking told!" Jack snapped
furiously.

"No!" Evan added.

"You're not telling us anything any more!" Trent hissed angrily.

"Wait, wh... what's going on?" Jack asked as the team began to form a full
circle, surrounding him.

"We're done with, Jack," Trent said, smirking.

Jack turned, looking for a way out, but found none. "But... but... you
said... you said..."

"I know what I said and I know you acted like a total dick after I said
it!" Trent replied. "But now, you don't have your little bodyguard to
protect you so we're done."

"My... my what?" Jack asked, scared and confused. As he glanced round the
team, hoping to find a familiar face, anyone who might help he realised
Bryce, Lincoln and Danny were all missing. Bryce! Was this what he meant?
Did he know this was going to happen. Was he the 'bodyguard' Trent was
referring to?

"You really don't have a fucking clue what I've done for you!" That was
what Bryce had told him. Could this be it? Had Bryce held the team back
from doing this? If he did... why? He was with Ben and Elliott, he was
working to destroy Jack, why would he help?

"Hey, what's going on out here?" Coach Sanders called out, marching back
onto the field.

The circle parted, much to Jack's relief, to allow the older man to get
through.

"We need a new Captain!" Trent said bluntly.

"Why? What..." he started, looking round at Jack. "What's going on here?"

Evan stepped forward. "We can't put up with him any more Coach. We don't
trust him and we won't play if he's the Captain!"

"We?" Coach sanders asked. "You speaking for the whole team are you?" He
glanced round. Every member of the team was nodding their agreement to
Evan's proclamation. He took a deep breath. "Right, everyone go home. We're
done for today!"

Several quiet conversations broke out around the group but they mostly
remained stood where they were.

"I SAID GO HOME!" The Coach yelled furiously. The shout made the team burst
into a full-on run for the locker room, except for Jack who had to remain
in place as the Coach grabbed his arm. "Not you!" He waited a a few moments
until everyone else was clear. "What the hell happened?" he demanded. "And
not just with today? All of it? Don't think I haven't noticed you've been
acting strangely. Wearing those ridiculous clothes, letting yourself become
a laughing stock, attacking Aaron the way you did."

"I didn't..." Jack started, refuting the accusation of his assault.

"Save it. I know exactly what you did, Jack and I helped cover for you
because I thought you'd got this all under control, but now... a full-on
mutiny!" the Coach said in disgust.

"I'm... I'm sorry Coach. Maybe... maybe I can talk them round!" Jack said
hopefully.

Coach sanders shook his head. "Too late, Jack. You know what it takes to be
Captain of this team. Craig trained you well enough but you're just not up
to the task. I'm stripping you of your Captaincy! Now get out of my sight!"

"No, please!" Jack begged, distraught. He followed the man as he walked
away. "Please Coach, this is all I have left!"

"If this is all you have left, then I'm sorry Jack," the Coach said,
stopping to look at the distressed teen, "You've got nothing now!" The
man's expression softened slightly as he saw tears forming in Jack's
eyes. "Look, Jack, whatever it is you've got going on, you've gotta deal
with it. We've got a school counsellor for a reason, or you could speak to
your parents or I'm sure there's help you can find online. You did a good
job as Captain, but... now it's someone else's turn. This team is needs a
strong leader and right now, that's not you. I get that it sucks for you,
but it's not the end of the world. Go home Jack. Get the help you need and
take care of yourself, okay!"

Jack sniffed and wiped his cheeks, nodding to the man. What he said made
sense. He took a deep breath and headed for the locker room. As soon as he
entered the room, it fell silent. He walked over to his locker and opened
it. Realising the only clothes he had on him were the tiny shorts and
skin-tight t-shirt, he decided to just keep his uniform on, stuffing the
revealing clothing into his bag. As he turned to walk away, he once again
found himself surrounded. Some of the team had already left, eager to use
the extra time they had gotten from practice finishing early.

"What's wrong, Jacky, not taking a shower today?" Trent teased.

Jack sighed. He had hoped that making him lose his position might be enough
for them, that they wouldn't put him through anything else. His mind
raced. Before, they had pissed and cum on him and that had apparently been
them holding back. What would they do to him now? Then a realisation struck
him – none of his blackmailers were actually there, nobody could MAKE
him do anything? He started laughing, mostly at himself. He had gotten so
used to obeying commands that he had almost been prepared to follow theirs.

"No, I'm good thanks, but see you guys later!" he said, still chuckling,
pushing through the crowd.

"I don't think so!" Evan called out, grabbing Jack's arm.

Another hand took hold, and another, and another. Hands started pulling at
his uniform which started to tear.

"You won't be needing this any more!" someone called out as his jersey was
ripped off. His shorts quickly followed, then his jock strap.

"STOP! HELP!" Jack screamed out as he got forced to to the ground,
naked. His jock strap was immediately balled up and stuffed into his mouth,
muffling his cries.

Trent stared down at Jack, eyes wide, a look of pure anger plastered across
his face. His hands were down at his crotch, grabbing at an obvious
bulge. "After all the times 'Captain Jack' has fucked us up, I think it's
time he got fucked instead!" Trent said, looking absolutely manic.

Jack looked terrified. Nothing he had done in the last couple of weeks had
been voluntary, but none of it had been quite so aggressively forced upon
him as this. The more he struggled and tried to scream out, the tighter the
rest of the team held him down, ramming his jock strap back into his mouth.

"HEY!" a voice bellowed from across the room. Everyone stopped, turning to
stare at the entrance.

Bryce was standing there, backed up by Lincoln, Danny, Elliott and Ben.

"That's a nasty prank you've got going there!" Bryce said, walking
forwards.

"Wh... what?" Trent stuttered.

"That's all this is, right?" Bryce asked, getting closer. "A prank,
stripping him like that. That's all you were going to do, right?"

"Erm... erm... y.... yeah!" the smaller teen mumbled in response as Bryce
reached the group. "Yeah, just... just a prank." He turned to the group,
whose bloodlust seemed to have faded quickly after being shocked back to
reality. "Help him up, guys! Prank's over!"

A large number of the team didn't seem quite as intimidated by Bryce as
Trent was, although that was likely because they weren't right in front of
him. A few guys moved to help Jack, but the majority seemed unwilling to
let go.

Elliott, Ben, Lincoln and Danny all sidled up next to Bryce, not the most
intimidating group admittedly, but the numbers shifted the balance slightly
in their favour.

One by one the players began moving away from Jack, heading back to their
own lockers. Eventually it was just the five of them left in front of Jack
who was still prone. Bryce and Danny helped him up, while Ben grabbed his
bag and pulled out the shorts and t-shirt.

"Here," Ben said, passing them to Jack as he spat out his shredded jock
strap.

Jack quickly dressed and left with the others. Not another word was spoken
to, or from, the rest of the team.