Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2016 22:29:28 +0100 From: Matt Smith Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 4 Thanks for the incredible support for this story, I love hearing what you all think of it, so thoughts and feedback are welcome as always to matterotica@hotmail.co.uk Please consider helping to support it at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person Chapter 4 THEN "Come on you little pussy, my Grandma could lift that!" Jack taunted, pushing down on the bar pressing into Aaron's chest. "You wanna make varsity, you gotta be stronger than granny!" The young Captain's taunts generated a round of jeers from the other players who had yet to finish in the gym. Aaron was gasping to breathe. The weight he had set to bench press was a slight challenge to him, but he had been confident he could do it. He had been working hard lately, determined to start bulking up like the other guys on the team. Coach kept telling him not to make it a priority, that there was plenty of strength on the team already and that he was most valuable for his speed, but Aaron still wanted to get bigger. He would have been able to carry on with his set with minimal discomfort if the varsity Captain hadn't turned his attentions on him. He had swaggered over, calling Aaron the usual names intended to insult either his size or his part-Mexican heritage before leaning onto the bar and pushing it downwards. "I... can't..." Aaron gasped. "Can't... breathe!" Jack shook his head in disgust. "Fucking useless. You'll never make the team you scrawny little taco-jockey!" he let go of the bar and turned to walk away, laughing as the younger boy gasped for air. It took every bit of Aaron's remaining strength to lift the bar back up, but he managed to do it, his arms wobbling as he gulped down huge breaths of air into his burning lungs. The rest of the players had followed the Captain out of the gym and into the locker room amid a chorus of laughs and name-calling. Aaron took a few more breaths, then swung his legs round on the bench and sat up, still panting. He hated Jack, he truly did. He sometimes wondered why he remained on the team, why he kept placing himself close enough to Jack to be a victim of his bullying, but the answer was always the same. Aside from the fact that he simply loved the sport and couldn't imagine his life without it, he wanted to go to college! His family managed to get by fairly well, although he knew that they sometimes struggled with money, especially with four children so he didn't want to burden them with college fees, so a football scholarship was his best chance to make something of himself. There was no way he would ever quit the team because of Jack Hamilton, no matter how nasty his words. Figuring that he had the gym to himself now anyway, he continued with the remainder of his workout before heading to the locker room to shower. Everyone else was gone, making the room strangely echoey and haunting. He quickly stripped, grabbed his towel and headed into the shower. He let the warm water wash away his stress, doing his best to forget about Jack and his taunts. He closed his eyes and leaned with one hand against the wall as the water flowed. A few minutes later, he turned off the water and span round to grab his towel from the hook on the wall but froze in shock as he saw it was gone. "Fuck!" he muttered, immediately realising someone had to have taken it. He ran out of the showers and back to his locker only to find it was empty too. In place of his bag and clothing, all he found was a sombrero! "Fuck fuck fuck!" he repeated. It had to be Jack. 'At least school's over!' Aaron thought to himself. He knew he would have to venture out of the locker room in order to get home, there was no way he could spend the night there as he would simply have to face exposure the next morning as well as getting into trouble for staying out all night. The school should be mostly empty by now so he could avoid being seen by too many people. He briefly considered attempting to make it all the way home, but the distance made it both unfeasible and terrifying. Instead, he was going to have to face a little exposure and head to the teachers' lounge. Being naked in front of any member of the faculty was a little daunting, but at least he knew they would help him. He looked at the hat that had been left, knowing it was a deliberate racial slur by the Captain and reluctantly grabbed it. At least it would protect his dignity slightly. He walked to the door, took a deep breath and stepped out. The hallways was empty, so he dashed along it to the next corner. He had to cross a large atrium next, which was a large open space, stretching up to the very top of the building with walkways around it on each floor. He peered up and couldn't see anyone so he dashed across in the direction of the faculty lounge. As he got halfway across, he heard a shout. "Nice hat, hombre!" It was undeniably Jack. "You want your shit back?" Aaron stopped and looked round, then saw Jack emerging on the floor above him, several other football players at his side. They dangled Aaron's bag and clothing over the railing. "Give it back!" Aaron demanded, his cheeks flushing red. "Let's see you wear the hat properly!" Jack demanded. "Fuck off!" Aaron snapped back immediately, then noticed the phone pointed at him. "Do it or your little streak goes round the whole school!" Jack taunted. Aaron sighed. While he wasn't keen for the whole school to see his ordeal, he wasn't exactly shy about his body so he figured he may as well do as they said and get it over with. He raised the hat, covering his cock with his other hand and placed it on his head. He looked up to his tormentors and asked, "Happy now?" "Ha, you look fucking ridiculous!" Jack sniggered. He signalled the others and they dropped Aaron's possessions before turning and disappearing. "Later, tonk!" Jack called back as Aaron ran to start dressing. --------- NOW Jack giggled and moaned happily. It felt so good. The mouth on his cock was doing amazing work. Suddenly, consciousness began to creep in. Realising he had been dreaming, Jack wondered why he could still feel the mouth on his cock. His eyes shot open and he stared down to see a mess of orange hair. "The fuck?" Jack asked,, sitting up suddenly, his cock pulling out of Ben's mouth. He looked round, bleary-eyed and saw Elliott standing there.... recording it all of course! "How did you..." he started. "You Mom let us in. I told her you were meant to be ready at ten so she said we should come and wake you!" Elliott explained, grinning as Ben stood up. "Figured this was better than an alarm clock!" Jack glanced at the clock and saw it said nearly quarter past ten. He looked for his phone, then remembered angrily throwing it across the room the night before. "Now hurry up and get dressed!" Elliott ordered, throwing a shirt, pair of shorts and jock strap at Jack. "Oh what, you dressing me now?" Jack asked, looking at the clothes. "Funny you should say that, we're going shopping. You need a new wardrobe!" Elliott replied. Eager to cover up, Jack grabbed the jock strap and pulled it on. With his still semi-hard cock now contained, he climbed off the bed and went to grab a pair of boxers from a drawer. He usually wore a jock strap on any day he was going to be playing football, but always wore other underwear over it. "Erm, no!" Elliott said, pushing the drawer closed, narrowly missing Jack's fingers. "I gave you all you're going to wear, so get dressed!" Jack scowled but pulled on the shorts and shirt, under the watchful gaze of his two owners. He followed them out of his room as soon as he was dressed and headed down the stairs. "See you later Mrs H," Elliott said cheerfully as they saw Jack's Mom down the hallway. "Nice to meet you Mrs Hamilton," Ben added with a sweet smile. "You too Benjamin," Mrs Hamilton replied. "You boys have fun!" "Oh we will!" Elliott replied, sniggering as Jack scowled again. Jack looked around as they got outside. He had been expecting to see all of the others waiting for them, but there was nobody in sight, just Elliott's car alongside his own on the driveway. "Not brought the whole homo-gang today then?" Jack asked resentfully. Ben saw Elliott's fists clench and turned quickly to intervene. "Oh my God, Jack. How are you not getting this yet? Seriously, it's like you WANT us pissed at you!" "What have you fags got to be pissed about? You're not the victim here, I am!" Jack snapped back. Elliott couldn't hold back now. "You... you think you're the victim? You don't have a fucking clue do you, off in Jack-World, doing whatever the fuck you like, saying what you like, not a fucking thought about anyone else!" "Hey, ease off," Ben said, rubbing Elliott's back gently with one hand, the other pushing Elliott's chest to make him back off a little. "Let him keep being a dick, you know he's the one who'll suffer for it." Elliott glared at Jack a little longer, then looked to Ben, his expression immediately softening as he nodded. "Come on, get in!" He got into the car, Ben opening the passenger seat door for Jack before getting in the back. Jack was confused. He still couldn't understand how anyone else could have reason to be pissed. He was the one who had been targeted, nothing had happened to any of the others, so how could they be angry at him? "Okay, let's get the rules straight for today. You do what we say, as soon as we say it. You don't argue, you don't question, you just do it, no matter what it is. Understand?" Ben explained from the back as Elliott drove. As he saw Jack shaking his head in annoyance, he added, "Alternatively, we can drive straight to the police station now and show them the evidence. You prefer that?" Jack huffed and shook his head again. "Fine, I'll do whatever faggot things you say!" Elliott swung his hand out to the side, fist clenched, smacking as hard as he could into Jack's crotch. "UUURRGH!" Jack grunted at the sharp hit to his balls. He doubled over and felt like he was going to throw up as sharp jolts of pain surged through his entire body. "Keep using that word and I'll start doing a lot worse!" Elliott snapped, putting his hand back on the wheel. Jack remained silent for the rest of the drive, the slowly ebbing throb in his balls a constant reminder to behave. Once they were parked, they piled out of the car, Elliott and Ben walking along with the slightly-limping Jack close behind. Jack felt like everyone was looking at him, like they all knew what he had done the night before, that he was a slave to the two teens walking ahead of him. He couldn't help wondering if any of them had seen him last night when he had driven round naked, the thought filling him with dread. "Where are we going?" he asked nervously. "I told you earlier, you need a new wardrobe," Elliott replied, now substantially calmer than he had been in the car. A few moments later, they turned and headed into a clothing store. Jack continued trailing behind. He knew how easy it would be to just turn and walk the other way, but Elliott's anger at him over past twelve hours suggested to him that he genuinely would turn in the video to the police and have Jack arrested, so he forced himself to stay. Ben and Elliott started browsing, discussing things as they picked them up, occasionally looking at Jack and smirking. Eventually they turned, holding out a t-shirt to Jack. "Try it on!" Ben said with a smile. Jack looked at it. It was a fairly innocuous looking t-shirt which was surprising, he had expected much worse. He took it from the boy and looked round for the fitting room. "Oh, no, you don't need to go in there!" Ben said, seeing Jack's eyes falling on the cubicles at the back of the shop. "You can do it here!" "But..." Jack started. "Don't argue, don't question!" Ben repeated his words from the car. Jack sighed and looked round. The shop was fairly quiet, but a few people were milling around. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off his shoulders, then pulled the t-shirt on. It was tight, uncomfortably so, showing off every bump and curve of his muscles. "It's a bit small he said, tugging it down. It barely reached the waistband of his shorts. "It's perfect. We'll have it!" Elliott said with a smirk. "You're kidding. I Can't wear this in public!" Jack argued. "Take it off!" Ben ordered. Jack happily complied, peeling off the shirt and pulling it over his head. Ben immediately took it off of him as Elliott reached down and grabbed Jack's own shirt. He pulled it back as Jack reached for it. "May as well keep it off, you'll be trying others!" Elliott said, smiling wickedly. "Fine!" Jack huffed, then crossed his arms in front of his chest as the other two resumed their browsing. Blushing heavily by now, Jack kept glancing round. Needless to say, the handsome, shirtless seventeen-year-old was attracting a few looks. As he saw two members of staff talking and pointing, he hoped they would come over and tell him to cover up. It would be embarrassing, but at least he would be allowed to put his shirt back on. Unfortunately, they continued watching, apparently enjoying the show. Ben and Elliott had Jack try on several more tops. None of them were the type he would ever have chosen for himself and he hated every one of them. He thought that his shirtlessness was as bad as it was going to get... until they started looking at shorts. "Okay, try these on!" Ben said, offering Jack a small pair of denim shorts. Once again, Jack glanced to the fitting rooms, only to get a dismissive shake of the head from Ben. "Fuck!" Jack muttered. He looked round and immediately regretted it. The people watching were no longer being subtle, he was starting to draw a crowd. Three members of staff, two girls and a guy, all around Jack's age were watching and sniggering. A young couple in their twenties were edging closer and a few single people also watched from a distance. He yanked down his shorts, leaning down to untangle them from his sneakers. He immediately regretted it. The jock strap put his bare ass on show to his spectators, actually getting a few whistles and a quiet cheer in response. He immediately stood and turned, embarrassed, then realised instead they now had a full view of the front instead. He started pulling on the denim shorts. Much like a few of the shirts he had tried on, the shorts were too small and barely fit him. As he did them up, he looked down. His bulge was obscene, especially as it had inexplicably began swelling a little. "Fuck that's hot!" one of the spectators called out as Jack stood there in nothing but shorts and sneakers. "Perfect!" Ben said from behind Jack. "Whip 'em off, we'll see what else we can find." Jack obeyed, keeping his front to the growing crowd but covering his bulge with both hands, eyes fixed on the ground, cheeks burning. Every time he got handed another item of clothing, he tried it on then handed it back to his tormentors. "Right, I think that's enough!" Elliott finally announced, his arms piled high with Jack's new clothes. The declaration got a moan from the crowd. "Doesn't he need underwear?" someone called out, getting a laugh from the others. Ben looked thoughtful for a moment, then said "Nah, not today!" With the show mostly over, some of the crowd began disbursing. Some remained though, watching the near-naked teen as long as possible. Elliott pulled Jack's wallet from the pocket of his shorts and handed it to him. "You can pay!" Elliott said with a snigger. They stood at the checkout while the assistants folded it all into bags for them. The young man saw Jack's own clothes and asked, "Want me to bag these too?" Elliott laughed at the suggestion, especially as Jack looked terrified, but shook his head. "Nah, don't wanna get kicked out of the mall just yet!" He handed the clothes to Jack who eagerly got dressed, then offered his card to the cashier. "Thanks very much, come again!" the shop assistant called after them as they left, the three bursting into laughter. Jack's cheeks were still burning as he asked moodily, "Are we done now?" "Nah, still another shop to visit," Ben said, then laughed in a way that sent a chill down Jack's spine. As they walked, Ben pulled out his phone and sent a text. His phone beeped a few minutes later and he looked to Elliott. "We're good!" "Great, let's go!" Elliott said happily. "Come on, Jacky. You're in for a treat!" Jack whimpered slightly, wondering what had got his two owners so happy. They walked to the back of the mall and stopped at a store with blacked out windows. "You... you can't be serious!" Jack said, staring in shock. He knew what it was, an adult store. "We're underage, they won't even let us in!" Ben grinned. "It helps to know people. Come on." Ben pushed the door open and stepped inside. Elliott stood aside, letting Jack enter, visibly nervous. Once they were inside, Elliott flipped the open sign to the 'closed' side and locked the door. They made their way through a second door and the shop came into view. Jack had never been anywhere like it. He had see that sort of place in porn videos online, but being in there in person was different. Various toys and other paraphernalia lined the walls and shelves, mannequins stood around garbed in assorted fetish gear. There were several men wandering round, all of whom stopped and stared as the three teens came in. "What's going on?" Jack asked in a barely audible whisper. "Well you were such a good boy in the clothes store," Elliott said, patting Jack on the cheek, "That we figured we'd get you some new toys to play with!" "I don't.... want any of these!" Jack stuttered, looking round at a long line of dildos to his side. "Hey Ben!" A man said from behind the counter, walking out to hug the ginger teen. "Hey Zee," Ben said back with a grin, accepting the hug happily. The man was in his mid-twenties, sleeve-tattoos covering both of his bare arms and disappearing beneath the shoulders of a white tank-top. Both ears, one eyebrow and his lower left lip were pierced. "You must be Elliott! Heard a lot about you!" he said, looking to the blonde boy at Jack's side. He too got a quick hug. Finally his eyes fell on Jack, narrowing slightly. "And Jack!" No hug for him! "Hey, nice to meet you, Zee," Elliott said cheerfully. "Well I can't keep the shop closed up for too long, so whadda you say we got on with this?" Zee suggested. "Get on with what?" Jack asked nervously, shrinking back a bit as the other men in the store began gathering. "Hope you don't mind a few spectators!" Zee said with a snigger. "They're a few of my regulars, they can keep a secret!" Elliott laughed. "Oh yeah, the more the merrier!" "Great, come on guys, you won't wanna miss this!" Zee said, beckoning the other men to come round. The customers varied in age from a little younger than Zee to a guy who looked to be in his late fifties, ten of them in total. His eyes narrowed again as he looked at Jack. "Clothes off!" Jack gasped at the command, but remembered what Ben had promised. Only they were his masters, nobody else. "Do it!" Ben ordered, sending Jack's hesitation. For the second time that morning, Jack stripped down to his jock, attempting to cover himself up with his arms as he stood exposed in front of the strangers. "All of it!" Zee snapped, looking to the jock. A nod from Ben and Jack reached for the elastic waistband. Shuddering with fear, he pulled it down, then stood, crotch covered with both hands. "Daaamn, sexy boy!" one of the spectators said happily. Zee grabbed a box from behind the counter and reached into it. "From what you told me, I thought you might like this!" he said, pulling out a short chain with a small clamp on each end. He approached Jack with it. The nervous teen started backing away, but found himself stopped by Elliott, who grabbed one arm and one of the spectators who grabbed the other. "What is that?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Zee grabbed one of the clamps, squeezed it open, then closed it on Jack's left nipple. "Urgh!" Jack grunted. There was a momentary sharpness to the feeling, then just pleasurable pressure. Before the other clamp had even been put on his other nipple, his cock was halfway up. He grunted again as the other end of the chain was secured, triggering him to go fully erect. "Fuck, you weren't kidding. This guy really loves his nips!" Zee sniggered, then slapped Jack's erection. He looked to Ben and said, "So you can just leave them on and obviously they have a bit of an affect on little Jack, or you can try just pulling on the chain a little." He reached out and did as he had explained, triggering another pleasured groan from the naked teen. "That's hot!" Ben said happily, watching Jack's cock twitch excitedly. He reached out and had a go, gently pulling on the metal links, making his victim whimper with unwanted delight. "Or if he misbehaves, you can just do this," Zee said, grabbing the chain and yanking hard. The chain pulled away and both clamps popped off of Jack's sensitive nubs. "FUCK!" he called out as he felt a sharp pain through them both. "We'll definitely take one of those!" Elliott said happily. "What's next?" Zee placed the chain down on the counter and reached into the box. He pulled out a small latex butt plug. "This is the smallest plug we do. If he's a beginner like you say, you'll want to start him on this." "That's not going near me!" Jack insisted, attempting to pull away from the two men holding him. Zee grinned as he pulled out a large bottle of lube, pumping a little onto the plug, coating the small toy as he approached Jack once more. "Turn him round!" Jack really began to fight back now, but as two more men joined Elliott and the first man, he found himself overpowered, getting turned round and bent over by force. "You may wanna relax!" Zee said jovially as he knelt down and pressed the tip of the plug against Jack's hole. "Fuck you! Fuck you all! You dirty fucking fags. Let me go!" Jack screamed back at the man. Zee shook his head. "Wow, you're right, he's a real charmer!" Sniggering at the teen's protests, he thrust the plug inside in a single motion, any intention to be gentle instantly shattered. "Oh fuck!" Jack called out, his tone giving away that the sensation wasn't entirely unpleasant to him. Zee turned back, grabbed something else from the box and handed it to Ben. "Here you go, try this!" "What is it?" Ben asked, frowning at the small black box. He pressed the red button on it and Jack let out another moan. "It vibrates?" Ben asked, grinning at Zee wide-eyed. Zee and the rest of the men were laughing at Jack's moaning, several of the men groping erections through their clothing. "Yeah," Zee replied. "Just one setting, it's only the basic model, but I figured it could be fun for you guys!" "Oh yeah!" Ben said with a devilish grin. "This'll definitely be fun!" "Stand him up!" Zee ordered, prompting Jack to be stood back up and turned round, still held by the three men and Elliott. "You fucking homos, I'll make you pay for this!" Jack growled, furious at the men, but equally angry at himself. His cock was beginning to ooze precum from both the nipple and anal stimulation. "Oh we gotta do something about that mouth!" Zee said, shaking his head. He reached into the box and then once more approached Jack menacingly. He reached up and grabbed Jack's face, squeezing his cheeks tightly until the boy's mouth opened. He reached up and placed red ball into the opening, then reached round the back to do up the attached straps. Elliott looked at the ballgag, making eye contact with his former friend, then sniggered. "Wow, a way to actually shut him up. Definitely having one of those!" he laughed. "Argh gggg kuh yuh!" Jack attempted to speak at Elliott, but the words were indistinguishable. Jack continued to struggle against his captors, squirming against their hands even as Zee pulled another toy from his box of terrors. The teen's eyes widened and he began squirming less as Zee pulled out a short black stick, about eighteen inches in length. At first he thought it may have been a dildo, but it was not really the right sort of shape. "This should help keep him in line!" Zee said happily. He reached out and poked the tip of the stick into Jack's stomach, just to the side of his treasure trail. There was a loud zap and Jack let out a yelp of pain through the gag. "This is the Tazapper. It won't cause any serious harm or leave anything more than a miniscule mark, but it stings like a son-of-a-bitch! It's perfect for," ZAP! "Keeping," ZAP! "Disobedient," ZAP! "Boys in line!" ZAP! Jack was whimpering and trying to back away from the zapper with each jolt, causing his audience to laugh hysterically. "Hold him really still!" Zee said with a grin, then looked to Ben and said, "You really wanna make it sting. Try this!" With the four men holding Jack, he stared down nervously as Zee got closer, the head of the zapper moving torturously slowly towards his crotch. The tip made contact with his balls, triggering a yell of shock from the teen. "Or this!" Zee added, then caught the tip of Jack's cock with it. Jack's legs buckled and he dropped to the floor, whimpering, the four men letting him go. "Why don't you two come see what else I've got. The rest of you, why don't you teach little Jack what bukkake is!" Zee instructed. The other men needed no further prompting. As Elliott and Ben moved over to the counter with Zee, they formed a tight circle around Jack. Each holding down an arm or leg with a foot, the teen had forced to lay there helplessly, fully exposed, butt plug still buzzing away as he saw ten cocks emerge from the mens' pants. They all started stroking as they stared down at him. "What's bukkake?" Ben whispered to Elliott as they followed Zee. Elliott looked back and smirked. "Not quite sure, but I think it's pretty messy!" Zee started showing them a few other toys he had picked out. The young man had been friends with Ben for about six months now. The two had met online and a friendship had blossomed quickly, although Zee had always been careful to keep the relationship non-sexual, despite the horny teens constant attempts to the contrary. Over the months, he had heard a lot about Jack and the things he had done, so it gave him great pleasure now to help Ben get a little revenge. Meanwhile, Jack continued laying there eyes closed to avoid the sight of ten men jerking off over him. He was glad his eyes were closed as he felt the first splatters of cum landing on him, a long string of goo landing heavily across his face and a few more on his chest. The first orgasm acted as trigger for the rest. One after the other, the men began shooting their loads, more and more warm, thick cum landing all over Jack. By the time Elliott and Ben returned from the counter, their new toys discretely bagged, the men had started backing away, leaving a repulsed Jack laying covered in their spunk. Elliott reached down and undid the gag, sniggering at Jack's face, his eyes still tightly closed to avoid getting cum in them. "Ah, take it out!" Jack gasped, referring to the plug still buzzing inside. Elliott could see why Jack wanted it out, his cock looked just about ready to explode. As tempted as he was to make him lay there and add another load to the mess covering him, Elliott didn't want him getting off (literally) that easily. He reached down between Jack's legs, which he parted willingly, and yanked the plug out unceremoniously. "Oh God!" Jack gasped, ecstatic to be free of the buzzing, but slightly regretful that his cock had now been allowed the pleasure of release. He felt something soft land on his stomach and realised it was a towel. "Clean yourself up. I've got a business to run!" Zee said as he headed back to the counter. Elliott dropped the gag and plug into the bag with their other toys then kicked Jack's clothes to his side as the naked teen started wiping the cum off of himself. Satisfied that the show was over, the other men returned to their browsing. "You sure you don't want anything for these?" Ben asked, gesturing to the bag of goodies. "Nah, they're on me," Zee replied with a grin. "So long as you promise to make the little homophobe suffer!" "Oh don't worry, we've got that sorted!" Elliott sniggered. With Jack cleaned off and dressed, they bid goodbye to Zee with more hugs and then headed out of the shop, flipping the sign back round to 'open' on the way. "Did you enjoy that?" Elliott asked tauntingly as they headed back along through the mall. "No!" Jack snapped moodily. "Really? Cos it looked like this," Elliott grabbed Jack's crotch, "Said otherwise!" "Get off of me you..." Jack started, then paused as he realised what he was going to say. Elliott sniggered as he realised Jack was beginning to learn. "Good boy!" he said condescendingly. The three teens spent a couple more hours in the mall. They had already got everything they wanted to get for Jack, but now simply made him follow them round, occasionally teasing him or threatening him with embarrassing tasks. They stopped for lunch at the food court but bought nothing for Jack, instead making him beg for food off of their plates. Every now and then, they would pinch or squeeze a nipple, watching with amusement as Jack blushed at his growing bulge, especially when they caught a passer-by staring at it. By the time they finished at the mall, Jack was hornier than he could ever remember feeling before. Between the constant nipple teasing, the earlier anally-induced near-orgasm and the fact that he was simply an over-hormonal teenager, his cock now seemed to be permanently hard. As they drove away from the mall, he worried what his two tormentors might do with his painful arousal. As they pulled over at the side of the road, he suspected he was about to find out. Mercifully, the fear of what was coming paired with the prolonged lack of stimulation on the journey had allowed his cock to go down. As much as he dreaded what may be about to happen, a small part of his mind was quietly grateful that he might be about to cum. It felt like it had been days since he was last able to release a load. "Stand up!" Ben ordered, opening the back door of the car for Jack to emerge. Jack looked round nervously. It was an empty street with no sign of any other person, but still he was nervous. Ben reached for his waistband and tugged down the shorts and jock strap in one go. "Here ya go!" Elliott said, grabbing something from the trunk and handing it to his younger friend. "What's that?" Jack asked nervously as he saw a small object pass between the two. "Shut up!" Ben said bluntly. Jack watched in horror as Ben started handling his cock, the object in his hand being taken to pieces before being put back together around his soft tool. With a small metal click, Ben let go and stood back. The half-naked teen was horrified as he saw his manhood contained in some kind of metal cage. "What the hell.." he gasped, looking up at the other two. "Fits perfectly!" Elliott said, placing an arm around Ben's shoulders as they beheld the chastity device. Jack tugged at the cage, but any attempt to remove it only seemed to cause pain. As long as the padlock was on it, it wasn't going anywhere! "Hehe, yeah. I like it," Ben said with a smirk. He held his hand out to Elliott, two keys laying in his palm. "One for each of us. His cock belongs to us now!" "You can't do this!" Jack complained. "Please, I won't touch it if that's what you want, but I can't wear this thing!" Ben walked closer and said, "Can't? That's strange, cos it looks like you already are. I think what you mean is you don't WANT to wear it, but in case you haven't figured it out yet, what YOU want doesn't matter any more. You belong to us. Got it, boy?" He thrust a hand forward and grabbed the cage, twisting slightly. "Ah," Jack grunted in pain, then nodded and replied, "Yes!" "Yes what?" Ben asked, twisting further. "Yes Sir!" Jack replied immediately. Ben let go and smiled. "Good, now back in the car!" They all got back in and headed straight for Jack's house. When they pulled up on the driveway, Ben looked into the back and said, "Get out, we're done with you today!" "Really?" Jack asked in shock. Not that he was keen for more, he had just expected an evening of torture much like the previous night. Ben looked serious now. "Yeah," he replied with a nod. "We keep saying we're not doing this for fun. Well, it is fun, but... there's another reason. All I want you to do tonight is think about what we're doing to you and consider why we might be doing it! Understand?" "Yes," Jack nodded, glad to be getting off lightly. When Ben's eyes narrowed, he added, "Sir!" He got out of the car and started towards the door. "Jack!" Ben called out from the car, prompting the other teen to look back. "I meant it. Please think about everything. The sooner you learn, the sooner it ends!" "Okay, I will!" Jack said with a dismissive shrug. He turned back to the house and scowled. ' I know why you're doing it! It's cos you're a dirty faggot who's totally hooked on me, you little cunt!' he thought to himself. True to their word, Elliott and Ben left Jack alone for the rest of the day. He had showered twice, not feeling clean after the first, convinced he still had remnants of cum smeared all over him. As he lay in bed that night, he couldn't get Ben's words out of his mind. The more he thought about it, the more he convinced himself that his tormentors were nothing more than faggots and bastard who got a thrill from abusing one of their betters. All day the cage irritated him, a constant reminder of his need to cum, a desire which only grew stronger as the day passed. As he lay in bed, his cock kept swelling against the cage making Jack wish he could just yank the torturous device off and cum. Desperate to avoid the terrible desire, he went to sleep early. Just after midnight, he awoke when he heard a message arrive on his phone. [What are you wearing?] the message asked. It was Bryce. [Shorts] he replied. He would normally have gone to bed naked, enjoying being unrestricted by clothing in the privacy of his own room, but tonight was different. Every time he had looked down and seen his cock in the cage, it had angered him, so he had put shorts on. [Take them off!] Bryce sent back. [Why?] [Don't ask questions, just do as you're told!] Bryce insisted. Jack sighed as he pulled off the shorts. He briefly wondered why he had done so, it would have been easier to just say he had done it, the younger teen would never have known. [Okay, done] [Great, now come outside. I'm in the back garden!] Bryce messaged. "What?!" Jack exclaimed aloud. He dashed to window, parted the curtains and looked down. It was dark and hard to see, but he could just about make out a figure standing there looking up at his window. [What are you doing?] He saw the figure illuminated slightly as he looked at the screen of his phone. [I said don't ask questions, just come out here! And don't get dressed!] Bryce instructed. [Fine. On my way!] Jack conceded. He tossed his phone onto his bed, then crept to his door and opened it. He listened for a moment and, hearing no signs of movement, walked silently to the stairs and went down. It felt strangely scary to be naked in his own house. Before he had been enslaved, his nudity had been restricted to his own room and nowhere else. He made his way down the hallway, into the kitchen then quietly slid open the French doors. Right outside was the wooden decking, the smooth wood cool against his bare feet, a slight breeze caressing his naked body. "Bryce?" Jack hissed, squinting through the darkness. "Down here!" the reply came. Jack made his way down the steps onto the lawn, Bryce finally coming into sight. "What are you doing here?" Jack whispered. "I was on a date tonight. She was so fucking hot, I swear I was rock hard all night," Bryce started, "And she kept teasing me about what we were going to do, but then she changed her mind and said she 'didn't feel ready yet' or some bullshit like that!" "Erm... that sucks," Jack said, attempting to sound sympathetic. "Yeah, it fucking does. So I'm there, horny as fuck with no girl and I start thinking 'I need to fuck someone!' and guess who comes to mind!" Bryce explained. "What? No!" Jack said, realising the implication. "Come on, I know you want it!" Bryce said, stepping closer, his face only inches from Jack's. "No, I don't. I'm no..." Jack started, but stopped himself again. "I'm not gay!" "Hey, neither am I!" Bryce insisted, placing a hand on Jack's arm. "But I'm horny!" "Please Bryce, don't make me!" Jack pleaded. It felt humiliating to be begging his rival not to fuck him, but he really didn't want anything else up his ass today, although the slight twitch in his sphincter hinted that may not be entirely true. "You seemed to like it last night!" Bryce said with a snigger. "I fucked the cum right outta ya!" Jack's breath caught in his throat as he remembered the way he had ejaculated as he rode Bryce's cock. "That was... it was just..." "Yeah, you know you liked it. I bet you're hard just thinking about..." Bryce stopped mid-sentence. He had reached forward to test his theory, but found cold metal instead of warm flesh. "The fuck's that?" he asked in shock. "Ben... and Elliott. They.... locked me up!" Jack stuttered, glad that the darkness his his blushes. "Fuck that's... actually kinda hot!" Bryce said with a snigger. Jack shook his head. "Not for me, it's not." he said unhappily. "So you can't get hard or jerk off or anything!" Bryce said, almost laughing. "No!" Jack replied. "But you wanna?" Bryce asked cheekily. Jack wanted to say no, but he was still aroused from the day's activities. "Yes," he replied awkwardly. "So why don't I... give you a ride and see if we can get it to happen again. I get the fuck I want, you get to cum... it's a win/win!" Bryce offered. "I... I... erm..." Jack stuttered. "This isn't an order!" Bryce said, surprisingly softly. He leaned forward and kissed Jack's shoulder gently. "This is an offer. I want to fuck you. Do you want to let me?" Jack was shuddering, his breath shaky. His cock had swollen as much as the cage would allow, the pressure only adding to his arousal. "I'm not... sure..." he stammered. "It's okay, I won't tell anyone, this is just between us!" Bryce whispered in his ear, his lips brushing against them. He kissed Jack's cheek, adding another gentle peck between each word. "Just. Our. Little. Secret!" After the final word, he paused with his lips right in front of Jack's, their noses touching, heavy breaths mingling. "Do it!" Jack gasped, then pushed forward to press his lips on Bryce's. Their arms wrapped around each other as they embraced, lips parting, tongues wrestling. Their lips parted, Bryce's mouth nuzzling into Jack's neck, getting a groan of pleasure from the older boy. "I don't have protection!" Bryce whispered. "Are you clean?" Jack asked breathily. "Yeah!" Bryce insisted. "Then do it! Fuck me!" Jack said, feeling his cock twitch in its cage. He pulled away slightly and squatted down. He undid Bryce's jeans and yanked them down, then pulled his erection free of his boxers and took it eagerly in his mouth. 'What are you doing?' he screamed at himself as he slicked up the other teen's boner with his saliva. 'I don't care, I've gotta cum!' he told himself. Bryce leant down, pushed Jack onto his back then lifted his legs into the air. He fumbled for a moment in the darkness but managed to find Jack's hole, pushing the head of his cock into it. "Oh God!" Jack groaned as he felt the thick rod opening him up. Bryce pushed in slowly until his balls pressed against Jack's rear, then grabbed Jack's hands and put them around his neck. "Hold on!" he growled. Jack gripped on tightly, wondering what was about to happen. Bryce stood, easily lifting Jack's full weight as the older teen wrapped his legs around Bryce's waist. "Oh Shit!" Jack chuckled as he got lifted into the air. Bryce started to fuck him hard, lifting his whole body up and slamming it back down. Their bodies pressed together, slightly uncomfortably because of the cage, but they didn't let it bother them. Jack leaned in and started kissing Bryce once again. He was completely lost in the feeling of his building orgasm. Bryce's cock was working his magic once again and he could feel himself getting close. "Oh God, don't stop, I'm almost there!" Jack gasped, pulling away for a moment. "Me too!" Bryce replied, thrusting firmly. The younger teen began grunting. Jack felt warm wetness filling him inside. It was an unusual sensation but quite a welcome one as it pushed him that tiny bit closer to his own release. He was breathing heavily, right on the verge of cumming. Bryce stopped humping and lowered the breathless teen to the ground. "How was that?" he asked. "Awesome... but I didn't... cum yet. Just a bit more. Please!" Jack gasped. "I wasn't talking to you!" Bryce sniggered. "What?" Jack asked, confused. "It was perfect!" another voice called out. Jack looked round in shock. There were other people walking towards them. He recognised the first voice as Lincoln. "What's going on?" Jack asked, suddenly shaken out of his post-orgasmic pleasure. "Oh God, don't stop!" Aaron teased. "That was priceless!" Bryce remained silent as he pulled his jeans back up. Jack looked up at him, unable to make out his expression. "But I thought... you mean... you set me up!" "Now who's the faggot?" Lincoln taunted, squatting down. He tugged at Jack's cage, making him flinch. Jack felt sick. He wasn't sure what he thought was happening with Bryce, but he had never expected it to be another mean trick. He had enjoyed what they did, or at least he had at the time. Now, though, he had no idea what to think. Laughing quietly to each other, the others left, completely disregarding the naked teen laying on the lawn. Despite the humiliation of being used for the entertainment of his teammates, Jack still needed to cum. He thought back to the previous night, how he had been made to cum by his tormentors without touching his cock. Maybe he could do it himself. He thrust a finger into his ass while playing with a nipple. The feeling began to build again, but before he could cum his embarrassment overwhelmed him. The realisation that he had just willingly allowed Bryce to fuck him, that he had actually kissed another guy by choice and the fact that it had all been nothing more than a set-up to degrade him further all hit him at once. His hands dropped limply to his side. The need to cum was still there, but the desire to make it happen had melted away. Instead he just lay there, staring into the night sky, silent tears streaming down his cheeks.