Date: Mon, 14 Mar 2022 18:15:21 -0400
From: River Acheron <riveracheron101@gmail.com>
Subject: The Fallout of Jack Hamilton Chapter 11

This story is a continuation of Matt Smith's (matterotica@hotmail.co.uk)
fantastic story, 'Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person'. I had often wondered
what transpired directly after Jack storms away in the park. This was
initially going to be a one-off, but while writing, I have decided to
continue the tale that was left untold between Chapter 19, and the '6
Months Later' epilogue we see in Chapter 20. So, for those of you who have
wondered what happened in the 6 months after Jack cut his puppet
strings...here it is!

I would like to thank Matt Smith for creating the characters in the first
place; and for his invaluable advice, input and suggestions which made this
sequel possible. Especially discussing his characters' motivations and
psychology with me. Please read his story first if you haven't already!

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/

An additional special thanks goes out to Jasper Cooper
(jax.cooper@yahoo.com) for his input, especially having to do with the
kinkier stuff. (It'll come, I promise!) You can read his amazing story 'The
Downfall of Nate Ramsey', the inspiration for Jack Hamilton!, here:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downfall-of-nate-ramsey/


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~~THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO THE UKRANIANS WHO ARE BRAVELY FIGHTING FOR
THEIR COUNTRY~~

CHAPTER 11

"Political forces ran. Political winds of discontent, and the modern age
emerged triumphantly. But now that safety's gone, and it's time to
de-evolve, and relive the dark chapters of history

Tell me what we're fighting for?? No progress ever came from war, only a
false sense of increase. And the world won't wait for the truth upon a
plate, but we're ready now to feast on an atheist peace."  (Bad Religion
'Atheist Peace')



Exactly sixty days after tricking Jack into being his slave....Elliott
stood up in his seat, cleared his throat, and said:

"Fuck you, Mr. Turner. You....your mother's a w..w..whore."

His entire body was shaking. Salty sweat beads trickled down his clammy
pallid face. Never in his sixteen years had he done something this fightful
or humiliating. Following a few shocked gasps, the entire class, including
Mr. Turner himself, stood there in shocked silence. The ticking of the
clock seemed to stop in Elliott's mind. All he could hear, all he knew, was
his own pounding heartbeat. While only a few short seconds ticked by, this
moment lasted a lifetime for Elliott. It had no beginning. It had no
end. It just WAS.

Finally, the silence broke.

"Elliott.....how....could you say...."

Before Mr. Turner could finish, however, Elliott bolted out the door. As he
ran up the East Wing of Holmepoint High, something snapped. Rage swelled up
inside him, and he was power-walking on auto pilot. For the past month, he
was forced by Tyler and his goons to debase and humiliate himself in ways
he never conceived of before. Things that went way too far, and that he
would NEVER have subjected Jack to. For all the sins he committed against
his former best friend, and for all the times he, Ben and the others raped
and humilated him....Elliott's own ordeal was a bridge too far. There are
things worse than death, and Elliott's guilty shame was one of them. He
even had no problem being subjected to everything that he in-turn helped
inflict on Jack, and even a bit more. Enough was enough though. Elliott
knew that his life was over, and if not literally than certainly
effectively. To make it even worse, everything he did to Jack was
useless. The older jock had played them from the very start! Bryce was
right. All Elliott and the others had done to him was helped him get his
rocks off, fulfilled obvious fantasies and fetishes (Which is why the
asshole cooperated for as long as he did!), and helped put an extra $600 or
so bucks into Jack's pocket by making him work at the club. They let him
keep every dime of it! Never once asking Jack to turn over a cent. Oh, it
was talked about, but he and Bryce calmly let the others know that forcing
Jack to turn over what he earned would be akin to sexual slavery and
therefore highly illegal. That irony was not lost on Elliott now that he
understood everything they did to Jack was illegal. Yes, Jack offered to
give Aarron his money, in what Elliott now saw as a half-hearted bullshit
gesture, and it was true that he did pay for the beer when they attempted a
normal hangout. Other than that, though....the thought never even crossed
Jack's mind to give Elliott anything! If Jack was a true friend, he would
have accepted his apology and shared his money with him. The fucker is rich
anyway! And he certainly would not do THIS to him!

Elliott was not thinking straight. All he saw at this moment was red hot
anger. He was going to beat the living piss out of Jack and Tyler, leave
school, and find a way to end his own life. Tears of rage flowed down his
face as he walked past the gym, over to the West Wing, where the science
classes were. Tyler was in physics class, and he was Elliott's first
stop. He barged inside.

The class was in the middle of a lecture. Mr. Dalton was up at the
blackboard, explaining General Relativity. Tyler was sitting in the back
row, obviously not paying attention to a thing the teacher had to say.

"Hi." Mr. Dalton said to Elliott, looking confused. "May I help you?"

Elliott ignored him and before anyone could react, ran to the back of the
classroom and hissed in Tyler's face so only he could hear. "We do this
HERE and NOW where everyone can see and know, or you can step out in the
hall. Your choice."

Tyler almost shit his pants. He never saw Elliott with that particular look
in his eyes. He had never seen ANYone with quite that look as a matter of
fact. He knew one thing, however. It was over. He pushed the little fucker
way too far. Still, he tried to maintain some semblance of dominance.

"You are really in for it if you don't leave, Helliott. Seriously, get the
fuck out of here! You......got something to say to me? Say it after school!
I'll....even give you permission to say whatever you want. Deal?" he almost
pleaded as he looked around the classroom at eyes that were all on him and
Elliott.

Elliott smiled in a way that was almost maniacal. "NO deal! Step out in the
Hall or I will beat the fuck out of you right now. Do you think I care
anymore? Try me."

"Boys? Is there a problem?" Mr. Dalton asked.

"No." Tyler asked as he stood up. "This will only take a second. My,
uh...friend has something important to tell me." Tyler was visibly shaking.

Mr. Dalton just shrugged as Elliott and Tyler stepped out in the hall, and
resumed his lesson.

Once they were out in the hall, Elliott grabbed Tyler by the hair and
SLAMMED his head back into the concrete wall. Hard. "KEY! GIVE ME THE
FUCKING KEY! NOW!" he growled at Tyler.

"Fuck....you! Oh, you are DEAD!" Tyler cried as he reached into his pocket
for his cell phone. "You are so dead!" Tyler was scared. He was not what
anyone would call a physical person, and had never even been in a fight
before in his life, let alone a beating. He came close a few times, but
always managed to avoid it. He would make a show of it that he was going to
call the police. In truth, he would call Davis to find out what to do about
these turn of events and make it SOUND like he was speaking to a police
officer. Davis would know that Elliott or one of the others was in earshot
and would understand. He never got the chance though. Elliott grabbed
Tyler's iPhone out of his sweaty hand and smashed it to the ground before
stamping on it until it lay there broken in multiple pieces.

"No, not dead, you psychopath....." Elliott hissed. "Not YET. Soon. But
first...."

And with that, Elliott's first move was to kick Tyler hard in the nuts. As
the boy howled in pain, Elliott then punched him several times in the face,
kneed him in the stomach, and repeatedly slammed him against the wall.

"Stop! PLEASE!" Tyler guggled through the blood that filled his mouth from
the teeth that now laid next to the broken phone on the floor. "STOP! HELP!
SOMEONE! HELP!" He cried out weakly. The walls were thick, though, and his
pleas went unanswered.

Elliott didn't stop. For the next minute, he punched and kicked the
helpless coward until he finally slammed him to the ground. As Tyler lay
there unconscious, Elliott fished into his pockets and found his set of
keys. Thankfully, the key to the cock cage was attached to the key
ring. Right there in the hall, Elliott reached into his pants and took off
the cock cage, which he chucked at a passed out Tyler.

Elliott couldn't catch his breath. Jack WAS going to be next, but he just
couldn't bring himself to do that to him now that he got it out of his
system. (Unbeknownst to Elliott, Jack was not in school today anyway, who,
at this very moment, was sitting in the lounge at the club, spilling his
guts out to a very shocked and upset Felix...telling him everything that
happened to him.) Instead, Elliott slammed his OWN head against the wall,
pounded it with both fists and screamed. What he just did, what he
inflicted on Tyler, could never be taken back. Oh, consequences be
damned. He didn't care about THAT part. What drove him insane, though, was
the thought that he almost did the same thing to Jack as well. His mind was
a violent sea of conflicting emotions, and what Tyler put him through, on
Jack's orders, eventually reached the breaking point. Up until now, he
tried to accept it as penance. Some kind of self preservation must have
kicked in though. He lost control. Would Tyler now turn him in? Would he go
to prison for what he did to Jack? He thought so. He hoped so. It's what
should have happened anyway. It's what Jack SHOULD have done. He would have
been within his rights. The revenge Jack opted for instead, though, was no
different than the revenge he had inflicted on Jack for bullying Ben...a
boy he hardly knew at the time! Was it really about Ben, though? As Elliott
leaned headfirst against the wall, sobbing, he knew Ben was the
excuse. Jack, admittedly, was a shitty friend all these years in a lot of
ways. It even went beyond that, though. Elliott had fallen in love with
Jack, and every gay slur, every homophobic remark about others, Elliott
internalized as if Jack said it to HIM. That was the real source of taking
it out on Jack. How wrong Elliott was about everything! Elliott now even
wondered if the letter Jack showed him was REALLY from the past, or if it
was more lies...something he wrote up that day to make Elliott feel even
worse.

Elliott wondered about all of this as the paramedics arrived to tend to
Tyler who was just regaining consciousness. He wondered about it all, even
as two armed security guards grabbed him by the arms, cuffed his hands
behind his back with zip-ties, and marched him to the principal's office.

............


On the other side of town, Jack sat in the lounge of the gay club he was
very briefly forced to work at. He was sitting with Felix who had listened
intently to Jack's entire ordeal. From the slavery and rape, to his
decision to break free based on Elliott and the others almost causing Jack
to perform sexual acts with his own family in this very club. He also
talked about his new friends, and his transformation into gothdom. He
spilled about the nasty trick that was played on him and Devin in the
cemetery. During the forty five minute tale, Felix was getting noticeably
angrier and angrier...shaking on the red couch they were both sitting
on. 'Those little pieces of garbage!' he said to himself. He had grown to
like Ben, who had frequented the club often up until the night Jack stormed
away. Now he knew why. Also, Felix knew that Ben was under eighteen (anyone
with eyes could see that!), but on Ben's first night here, there was a sad
pleading look in his eyes, so Felix had a talk with the sleeze-bag owner
who sighed and nodded. A week before Jack began working here, Ben had
thanked and even hugged Felix for allowing him to come, despite his age.

"This place....it literally saved my life, Felix. Without it, I'd have
nothing. I'm....not well liked at school, and....well, just...thank you."

Having Ben on the brain, and thinking back to Jack's first night, something
struck Felix which - in retrospect - was a telltale sign. Jack was
extremely nervous, but then again, so is everyone at first who begins these
lines of work. Still, Felix privately wondered if this kind of thing was
really for Jack. It's what happened the next morning that Felix should have
picked up on. He was helping the owner open the club, when Ben ran
in. Felix reminded him that they were not open for business yet, and Ben
said:

"I know that. I'm not staying. I just wanted to ask you to keep an eye on
Jack. Take care of him. Um....he probably isn't staying here for too
long. He just uh, wants to prove something to himself. Figure a few days,
maybe a week. Two, TOPS! Just...don't ask, because I can't say. Please,
take care of him while he's here, though. If anything happens to him, I'd
never forgive myself OR you!"

Felix shrugged it off at the time, but that cryptic request made so much
sense now. Ben, and those other sociopaths tricked and strong-armed Jack
into this. He took his empty glass and flung it across the room. It smashed
into shards upon the stage. He was also pissed that they tricked HIM. It
was one thing to look the other way when patrons were underage, that was
bad enough! It was quite another to allow a minor (Jack was seventeen) to
work here. Ben's actions could have gotten them all arrested, or at the
very least, shut down for good.

"Jack....I....had NO idea! If I'd have known, I would never EVER.....I....I
would have called the police the moment they stepped in here. Shit, you
still need to! In fact, use MY phone! I'd be HONORED!" Felix said as he
attempted to shove his phone into Jack's hand to prove his point.

Jack shook his head, and gently handed Felix back his phone. "Please, not
you too, Felix. I've been over this with a teacher AND my brother. I don't
want to bring everything up and relive it, okay? I fucked up first and
dragging it all out in the open with make me feel like a bigger shit than I
do now."

"Okay, but surely, you can't hold yourself RESPONSIBLE for what they did to
you!?" Felix replied as he stood up off the couch to snatch another glass
from the table which he promptly filled with rum and downed it in a single
gulp. "Okay, maybe you were a bit of a dick in school. Fine. But, who isn't
sometimes? Come ON! Stick up for yourself. That hardly justifies what they
did!"

"I'm not SAYING it does! God don't you think I know that!? It's more
complicated than that, though! They....in some fucked up way, thought they
were doing me a favor."

Felix looked exacerbated. "Jack.....they blackmailed and RAPED you!"

Jack nodded. "At the end of the day, that's what it turned out to be. They
didn't see it that way, though. For them, it was tricking and hazing. You
know.....that one guy I told you about....Aaron? In the hospital, it dawned
on him for what it was, and the last I spoke with him, I can tell he will
never be the same again. Oh, I don't mean the physical injury I caused,
although THAT is still up in the air, I mean....he changed. Really changed,
Felix! For the worse! There was a sadness that was consuming him. He's even
trying to find God now! The realization of rape ruined his life and he KNEW
it. At first I thought it was, you know...from being in the hospital with
an uncertain future. It's not, though. It's guilt. He called it for what it
was in front of all the others that day, and THEY changed too. Their eyes
were open,and they were....I wish I could describe it, you know? A deep
sadness. Would it be right for me to condemn them to prison for doing
something that ultimately they didn't understand the gravity of? I mean,
their lives are already ruined."

"I still wanna beat the snot out of them if I ever see them come in here
again." Felix replied, definitely. "They risked this fucking club too."

"NO!" Jack exclaimed as he stood up and faced Felix. "NOT a good idea! You
have a good thing going here. The owner loves you. Do you really think
they're worth you getting in trouble over?"

"Oh, please. Who are they going to tell? 'Hey, Mr. Officer. This guy
attacked me. Why? I raped his friend."

"Even still!" Jack insisted. "My FATHER comes here, you know that now! I
don't want ANY more attention on me. My father would probably end up
killing them if he knew! Fuck...maybe I shouldn't have told you this. Look,
just please don't tell anyone and don't do anything to them if you see
them, okay!? This could very well be the beginning of World War 3. Those
things tend to start from little steps that deluded people feel is
justified, and before you know it, the entire WORLD is involved. I don't
want that. I just want peace."

"Okay, okay...I promise." Felix said as he poured himself another
shot. Look Jack, I just wanna say that I hope we can still be friends. I
like you. You're always welcome here, once you turn eighteen for real."

"Next month, actually." Jack said.

"I just....I don't want this place, or....or myself...to be some kinda
trigger for your assault. I heard sometimes with rape victims, that people,
places, and things can be..."

"Let me assure you," Jack interrupted as he put his hand up. "Davis was
concerned about the same thing. I PROMISE you that the things I was forced
to do isn't haunting me at all. It's not what they DID, it's the guilt I
feel from starting this. It's feeling like, if I wasn't an asshole to Ben
and the rest of them, that THEIR lives wouldn't be in shambles now. I get I
didn't deserve what happened to me, but what is really killing me, is
knowing that my actions caused them to do the unthinkable. I guess.....I
guess that's why I'm here. Why I needed to talk to you." Jack slumped back
down on the sofa and stared at the stage he once performed on. In a strange
way, he missed those days. Missed them hard."

Felix looked at Jack and tried to scrutinize his face. "Jack....." he said
as he sat back down next to him. "Is there another reason, though?"

"What do you mean?"

"What I mean is....there's something else, isn't there? Maybe even the REAL
reason why you're here?"

"No." Jack lied. "I just wanted to try and......:" he stopped in his
tracks. He might as well tell Felix everything. "Alright look, I don't know
who the fuck I am!"

"Because of Ben and those..."

"NO! It's my entire shit life! I never knew who the fuck I was! I'm a
fraud! A changeling! I don't REALLY care about football! I never fucking
DID! I wanted to make my father happy! I never cared about popularity, or
being on top! Oh, I thought I did! I told myself every day that the way to
happiness is to leave everyone else in my dust. So I did what my father
told me. I did what my coach told me. I let them mold me. I wanted to make
THEM happy! When I was told what a bullying piece of shit I was, then I did
what Elliott told me I should be. I did what Ben, Bryce and Lincoln told me
to be!  I could have left them! I had text messages on my phone of Elliott
"forcing" me to jack off in class. I could have audio or video bugged them
at ANY time, put an end to their shit right then and there! Then I found
amazing friends who I allowed to mold me into being gothic. I don't FEEL
it, though. Walking around in those clothes, I....feel just as conspicuous
as I did when I was dressed up in slutty clothes. I'm not blaming Devin or
Theo...they're good guys, but it's the same FEELING. I can't.....I want to
be myself! I don't think I have an identity though and never did."

"So....why didn't you?" Felix asked.

"Didn't what?"

"I'm trying to back up a second. You're throwing everything out at me at
once. You said you were wondering why you let Ben and Elliott and the rest
of those goons own you. Yeah, because I was wondering the same thing, in
fact. In fact, why let a bunch of pissants threaten you in the first
place?"

"Because I fucking believed them, Felix!" Jack yelled. He finally admitted
it. To himself most of all.

"The blackmail? But you said earlier..."

"NO! I BELIEVED THEM WHEN THEY SAID I DESERVED IT!" Jack began to
sob. Felix hugged him tightly, allowing him to let it out. Finally, once
Jack collected himself, he pushed Felix away and continued. "They did have
something against me...something that I could never break away from....my
own guilt. Let me back up....at FIRST, I told myself during the first
couple days that they could get me in trouble if I didn't play their
games. That was a lie I told myself. I knew deep down it was B.S. As soon
as it became TOO apparent, and I couldn't use that as an excuse anymore, I
screenshotted all of Elliott's texts to myself and was going to bug them,
and then return-blackmail them, because I thought they deserved to be
scared the way they tried to scare me. I...even considered using them as MY
slaves. But I never did that. I kept going along with them...telling myself
that I wanted to give it 'another day.' 'another day' 'another day', and so
on. But you know what was behind all of it? Why I let it continue for as
long as I did? Guilt. Guilt that, yes, I was enjoying it...but beyond that,
guilt that I deserved it. Until they pushed me too far."

"No one deserves that, Jack. Even if you enjoyed it, it was still wrong."

"I KNOW! I know....it's just, it's still my fault."

Felix sighed. He could understand where Jack was coming from. Jack treated
Ben like garbage. It was hard for Felix to see that side of Jack. Still,
Jack not only paid the price, he paid it with far too much
interest. Suddenly, an idea hit Felix. He took out his phone and texted
something to Jack.

"That's the information for a Dr. Stanton. He's a therapist. You should
give him a call. I see him once a week for anxiety and depression. The man
is FANTASTIC."

Jack looked pensive. "You...you think I need a shrink? I told you, what
they did didn't traumatize me in the way you're thinking."

"No, I know. I think I understand what this is all about. Part of it is
about you coming to grips with your own sexual identiy, but I think a
larger part is identity in general. You have no idea who you are, Jack
Hamilton. It doesn't sound like you ever did. You let people mold you,
because you feel guilty saying no to them, or maybe you have low self
esteem, or just don't trust yourself. I do know this. You have a really
good heart. You're a good person."

"You....you really think so?"

"I know so! There's no shame in seeing a therapist. He can help you sort
all this out, and you'll be happier for it, believe me. You have to ask
yourself something, because I sense it's the main question that's been
haunting you. Why DID you let them control you? You said the real reason
was that you felt you deserved it, but I suspect that's another self
delusion. You KNOW what they did was wrong. I think it's something more
basic, Jack. You are probably bisexual. Maybe even gay. They forced things
upon you that you discovered that you loved. Is it possible that you didn't
end it, because you didn't WANT it to end? Also...for the first time, I bet
you felt like you were part of a group. Sure, you tell me you were popular
in high school, but the thing with popularity is, people pay attention to
you from the bottom, don't they?"

Jack nodded. "Yeah."

"Exactly. From a distance. Look at celebrities. They are some of the
loneliest people in the world. What happened though, not ONLY were you
becoming sexually awakened, you were part of a group where YOU were getting
taken care of. In a way, despite being humiliated and subjugated, you found
comfort in being paid attention to in that way. Could that be what is
making you feel guilty now? That you enjoyed all of it? And THAT is why you
don't know who you are. Finding out you were living lies your entire life
can't be easy. I can understand why you followed the same pattern with your
gothic friends. As an aside, I really wanna see you dressed up like that!
No, but in all seriousness, you ran back to the familiar. And for you, the
familiar is blending into what others expect from you...or at least....what
you THINK they expect from you. All of this is tied together."

Jack did not answer for a few moments. Felix was right. How blind was he
that he didn't see it before.

"I need help," he finally admitted.

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[Author's Note: For those who thought I was gone, I am so so sorry! I have
been dealing with a lot of personal issues. After Christmas, I contracted
covid and it was really bad. Once that resolved itself, I went through a
horrible breakup and to be honest, I was a mess for months, and in no
condition to do this story justice at all. I apologize for the delay. I
also apologize for the brevity of this chapter, but I had to break up what
I thought was going to all be chapter 11 into two parts, so I can give you
guys content without waiting for too long. Again, I am really sorry. I am
doing much better now though, and writing will continue again on schedule,
with a new chapter being released every 2 to 3 weeks. Please accept my
apologies. Also, the reason there is no THEN segment for CH 11 is because I
wanted it to pick up EXACTLY where 10 left off. Being that it was a
cliffhanger, I thought a THEN segment here would ruin the flow.]


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