Date: Tue, 7 Jan 2014 05:01:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Jasper Cooper <jax.cooper@yahoo.com>
Subject: Downfall of Nate Ramsey - part 13

THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY

Disclaimer:
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This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy; no part of it is based in fact,
and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or
dead. This continuing story chronicles the humiliating ordeals of an
18-year-old high school basketball player who finds himself at the complete
mercy of his teammates. Most of these humiliations have a strong sexual
component. If you are underage, averse to homosexuality, and/or unable to
distinguish between fact and fiction, please do yourself (and everyone
else) a favour by leaving this webpage at once.


Dedicated to my readers – a happy new year to all of you!



Chapter 13:
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The Gift That Keeps On Receiving


"I've got a gift for you."

The announcement didn't exactly inspire the customary warm, fuzzy feelings
in Nate, coming as it did from Troy. Any `present' from the vengeful gay
teen almost certainly boded ill for the hunky object of his rage.

Thanks to Troy, Nate had already invited the derision of his peers from the
very moment he'd stepped onto school property that morning. The outfit he'd
picked out for Nate to wear consisted of a mesh t-shirt and extremely baggy
shorts - a pairing calculated to expose as much of Nate's body as possible
without, strictly speaking, violating the school dress code. But the
revealing apparel meant that Nate's nipple ring, tramp stamp and jockstrap
waistband were on full display for all to see.

However, the greatest blow to Nate's reputation that Tuesday came not from
his attire, as he soon discovered. He'd cautiously approached his locker in
the school hallway, keeping a wary eye out for anyone hoping to repeat the
previous day's game of keep-away. He was brought up short by the crowd
hanging around his locker. His first thought had been that they were lying
in wait for him, but it immediately became apparent that something else had
captured their attention, for they were gazing upon the wall of lockers
with rapt interest.

He went closer and his stomach dropped. The lockers were plastered with
full-color printouts of Dusty's photoshoot of him on the basketball
court. There he was in glossy high definition - almost totally exposed,
save for a basketball!

Dusty had uploaded the pictures to his blog the previous night, and someone
had printed them out and put them on display for the entire school to
see. Nate never did discover the culprit's identity, but let's face it, it
could have been anyone. The list of people in that school eager to see Nate
turned into a laughing stock was a mile long.

As they realized the subject of the photographs was among them, the crowd
broke out into laughter and ribaldry.

"Hey Ramsey, aren't you a bit overdressed now?"

"Bethany would like to see you lose the ball!"

"Is naturism your new hobby?"

"What's next? You gonna pole-dance on the flagpole?"

Beet-red with humiliation, Nate tried to tear the photos off the lockers
but the laughing crowd scarpered forward to get them before he could. Nate
ripped up as many as he could lay his hands on, but he knew that, now that
those pictures were out there, he would never be able to stem the tide of
public opinion against him.

A sudden hush fell over the crowd, and Nate turned around to see his former
pal Tripp holding one of the printouts. With a fresh flush of shame, Nate
saw that it was a snap of him from the front, holding the ball very low so
you could see his entire groin was shaved smooth.

Tripp looked up from the photo and his handsome face twisted into a cruel
sneer. "I guess you want this back?"

Nate swallowed. "Yes."

Tripp crumpled the photo and tossed it at Nate with a single, cutting
word. "Faggot."

Nate wanted to sink into the ground. All eyes were on him, and Tripp van
Hansen had just publicly branded him a homosexual. Such a denouncement by
the popular son of the state senator was the equivalent of a social death
warrant. His reputation was well and truly nuked. No one would ever look at
him again in the same way.

"Yo, Nate! I just offered you a gift and you're looking utterly
unenthusiastic."

Nate was brought back to the present by Troy's voice. The two of them were
in the supply closet near the Chemistry lab, to which Nate had been
summoned by Troy over their lunch break.

"I, uh, I don't know what it is you've got me," stammered Nate.

Troy grinned unpleasantly. "Why don't you open it and see for yourself?"

With trembling fingers Nate accepted the proffered bag and reached in to
remove its content. His blood ran cold as he brought out a
monstrous-looking dildo. It was a foot long, thicker than a beer can, and
studded with tiny protrusions. Nate's ass hurt just looking at it.

He looked at Troy in terror. "You can't be serious. I can't take this! No
one can."

Troy rolled his eyes. "Nonsense, Nate. They don't sell these things as
display items. They're certainly meant for use and I can't think of anyone
who'd have more use for them than you if you're going to be
double-penetrated soon."

"But look at it! It's so fucking thick, it'll rip my ass apart!"

Troy sighed. "This is getting to be a pattern with you. You do the whole
drama queen thing where you whine and moan that you can't possibly take it,
and then you do and you fucking love it."

Nate ignored the dig. "I'm not being a drama queen! Just look at the
thing!"

"I have. I selected it, after all. Trust me, this isn't even the biggest
size they had - we'll get to that eventually, I'm sure, but this will have
to do for now. Now take out the lube and get it nice and wet before you
stick it in your ass."

Nate gazed desperately at Troy, but he should've known better than to
expect any leniency. Struggling to control the fear pounding in his chest,
he stripped naked and sat on the chair indicated by Troy, legs spread well
apart for the benefit of the camera phone Troy was handling.

On Troy's instruction, he worked his lubed fingers into his hole, one at a
time, until he had all four thrusting in and out of his ass at a clip.

"Use your other hand to play with your nipples," added Troy. Nate grunted
as he twisted his own nipples with one hand while fingering his ass with
the other.

"Now the dildo." Nate picked up the fearsome instrument, copiously
slathered with more lube, and lined it up against his sphincter.

"Come on, we haven't got all day," insisted Troy. Nate winced as the head
of the dildo breached his ass, but it was only going to get worse as he
still had another 11 inches to go. Halfway there he had to pause; the girth
of the dildo was stretching his ass unbearably.

"Please... can we stop," he panted. "Honestly, I've tried, and I can't take
any more."

"Five more inches, Nate. Keep going, or your sex tapes will be the next
blockbusters in Mount Pleasant."

Groaning, Nate struggled to push another couple of inches of the dildo up
his tortured ass. He had to repeatedly remind himself to relax his anal
muscles otherwise it would have hurt even more. As it was, sweat was
pouring off his body.

To the camera it was absolutely marvelous: a hunky teenager, every inch of
his gorgeous, sweaty physique tensing as he stretched his asshole with an
impossibly large dildo. Troy was certainly enjoying the show. Not for the
first time, he found himself wishing Nate had not been such a
homophobe. His muscle-bound body was such a fine thing to play with.

"Come on, Ramsey, get that last three inches up there. You know you want
to. It shouldn't be such a struggle; you've taken Spencer's 10-and-a-half
inches several times and this isn't much longer."

"It's the thickness," sobbed Nate as he agonizingly forced another inch
into his ass. He couldn't believe he still had another two inches to
go. "God, I can't take any more, I swear!"

"Little Nate's enjoying it though," remarked Troy snidely. Nate froze and
looked down. Sure enough, his dick was half-hard already. His shame at his
body's betrayal was overwhelming.

"No more stalling, Ramsey. Bury that dildo in your ass."

"Oh fuck," moaned Nate. He knew Troy wasn't going to let him go until he
had all 12 inches of the dildo buried in his ass. He applied more pressure,
and another inch slipped in. It briefly occurred to him that he'd exceeded
the deepest penetration he'd endured thus far (by Spencer's dick), but he
didn't have time to dwell on breaking that `record', as he still had
another inch to go.

Steeling himself, he strained to stuff that last inch of silicone into his
ass. In the end it was almost accidental; his grip on the dildo slipped due
to his sweaty palms and it was thrust almost brutally into his hole in its
entirety. Nate howled in pain, but at least the worst was over - or so it
appeared for one blissful moment.

Then the dildo started to vibrate, and Nate jerked in his seat where he'd
all but collapsed, exhausted. He looked at Troy, who was holding a small
remote control.

The gay teen smiled. "Nice surprise, huh? We're going to have to test out
the range on this." He turned up the dial and the dildo began to pulsate
vigorously. Nate's dick jumped to a full erection.

"See, I told you you'd like it in the end," observed Troy. Nate looked like
he was going to be sick. He'd just suffered an excruciating ordeal shoving
that foot-long dildo up his ass, but his cock seemed to find it
enjoyable. What was wrong with him?

"Alright, Nate, time to get back to business, eh? Since I've given you a
new toy that's giving you so much joy, I'd say it's only fair you get me
off in return. So what do you think you could do as a repayment?"

Nate could barely concentrate on what Troy was saying. His cock was
throbbing and leaking precum as the vibrating dildo churned up his guts. It
took all his willpower not to cum right then. It was not just Troy he had
to prove himself to, it was himself too. He told himself that, this time,
he could and would stave off an ejaculation.

Troy was amused by Nate's discomfited silence. "Oh okay, you can rim
me. You like that, don't you? Eating out a guy's ass?"

He knew very well that Nate regarded rimming as the most repulsive sex act
of all. Without bothering to hear Nate's reply, he lowered his jeans and
underwear before bending over in front of Nate. The reluctant stud leaned
forward and started tonguing Troy's ass. Troy pushed his ass back so that
Nate's face was buried in his crack.

"Remember what I told you about eating ass," reminded Troy. "Kiss, lick,
suck, and...?"

"Tongue-fuck," mumbled Nate, trying (futilely) not to inhale the musky
aroma of Troy's ass.

"Good boy," said Troy patronizingly. He sighed with pleasure as he felt
Nate put the words to practice. Soon enough Nate's face was covered with
both saliva and ass slime, and he'd have to duck into a washroom to clean
up before attending any classes. But Troy had one last nasty surprise left
for the beleaguered hunk.

"Don't pull that out," he said sharply as Nate made to remove the dildo
from his long-suffering ass.

"Oh no," groaned Nate, realizing that Troy intended to have him repeat the
torment of sitting through classes with a giant dildo up his ass.

Needless to say, the remaining classes of the day were agony for the
unfortunate stud. He never knew when Troy was going to switch on the
vibrator, and it gave him a jolt every time he did. He could just about
bear the pain - he was, after all, a teenager at the peak of his physical
fitness - but it was the vibrator's effect on his cock that troubled him
most. In the few short hours before school ended for the day, he leaked
enough precum to soak through the pouch of his jockstrap.

And then Mr. Vaughn came up to him just as he was leaving the school. Nate
desperately clutched his bag of books in front of his crotch to hide the
prominent bulge and damp spot.

"Mr. Ramsey, are you alright?"

"Sorry sir?"

"You're walking like you're in pain, and sweating profusely too."

Nate wanted to yell at him, how else would someone walk when they had a
monster dildo stuck up their ass! Instead he forced a smile and claimed
he'd overreached himself in the gym the previous day.

"I see. I can't say I'm surprised; you must really push yourself in the gym
to get that body at your age. Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that
you've got your modeling session at MPSU this afternoon."

"Yes, sir, I've not forgotten," replied Nate wearily. How could he? It had
been weighing heavily on his mind since he'd been unwillingly roped into
posing naked for the freshman anatomy class.

Gabriel Vaughn smiled. "Great, that's fantastic. You know, Nate, if you
want to be a model, you really should go for it. I saw the photos on
Dusty's blog ..."

How many people viewed that damned blog?! Nate cursed silently. Then he was
seized by panic - what if the other teachers did too? Were they all
sniggering over his nudity just as his fellow students had? Had his infamy
spread from the student body to the staff room? God he hoped not!

Gabriel was still talking. "You've certainly got the looks and physique for
it, and your lack of inhibitions is a plus."

Nate cringed inwardly at Mr. Vaughn's insinuation that he was an
exhibitionist.

He decided to cut him off. "Um, sir, I'm really sorry but I've got to go
... some errands to run before the class ..."

Troy was waiting for him by his car in the school parking lot. Without
needing to be asked, Nate mutely handed him the keys and got into the front
passenger seat. They drove past some students who were intrigued to see
Nate letting his car be driven by the openly gay Troy. Tripp's slur against
Nate that morning was uppermost in their minds. Could there be some truth
to the scandalous rumors circulating about the hottest boy in school?

Nate didn't have time to ruminate about the repercussions for his
reputation (or what little was left of it). Very soon they were on the road
to the university campus and the dildo was digging uncomfortably into his
guts. Suddenly Troy swung off the highway and down onto a wooded lane that
served a distant farm.

"Why are we stopping here?" asked Nate, perplexed, as Troy maneuvered the
car into a copse of trees just below the highway.

"Well, Nate, you didn't expect me to send you to the anatomy class with
that dildo up your chute, did you?"

Nate's shoulders slumped in relief. He wouldn't have put that past Troy.

"Strip," ordered the other boy.

Nate glanced around nervously - the lane appeared deserted and rarely used,
but the highway was within spitting distance and he could hear the vehicles
zipping past. He hastily shed his clothes, trying to conceal the
precum-soaked jockstrap from Troy, but the eagle-eyed lad spotted it at
once.

"Oh please don't, I can't take it, it's going to rip me apart!" he mimicked
in a mockingly high pitch. "Remember that?"

He didn't need a reply; Nate's guilt and disgust at his own arousal under
those circumstances was written all over his face.

"Get into the backseat," said Troy. Nate obeyed, and Troy joined him there
after pulling out his camera phone. He made Nate get on all fours and then
crouched between his legs with his camera phone poised to capture the
moment when Nate removed the dildo from his ass.

Troy whistled as Nate warily extracted the dildo, inch by painful inch,
until his hole released it with a mortifying slurp.

"Fucking hell!" he exclaimed.

"What?" asked a panicked Nate.

"Lick that dildo clean and I'll show you," replied Troy. "The lube's
edible, and the rest is just your ass juices."

Despite his best efforts, Nate couldn't deep-throat the foot-long phallus,
but Troy was feeling generous and didn't punish him for this
shortcoming. He delightedly showed Nate the video of the dildo removal
instead.

"Oh God!" yelped Nate as he realized how widely his hole had been
stretched. He could see right up the slick, pink abyss that was his rectum.

"Man, you don't know how badly I want to show this and let everyone you've
ever made feel small and worthless realize who's truly small and
worthless." Troy certainly knew how to compound Nate's misery.

"Well, that's just a bit of practice for later," he added, slipping the
phone back into his pocket and taking the dildo from Nate. "Now we've got
another half an hour - just enough for you to finish repaying me for the
dildo you claimed you didn't want."

"I thought I already rimmed you," said Nate weakly.

Troy chuckled. "Oh, Nate. Surely you must've known one half-assed rim-job
wasn't going to cut it." He was already pulling his cock out of his pants
and tearing open a condom wrapper.

"No, we can't in here!" cried Nate.

"And why ever not?" demanded Troy. "It's not like you've never done it in
the back of your car before ..." He saw the expression on Nate's face and
laughed in disbelief. "Oh my goodness, you've actually never done it in
your car before!"

Nate hadn't. He had been so proud of his brand new convertible bought by
his parents for his 18th birthday that he'd not had the heart to defile it
with a backseat romp. Unluckily for him, that decision was now out of his
hands.

"Don't look so fucking miserable, Ramsey. What better way to christen your
two-month-old car than with good old-fashioned butt sex?"

Not bothering with any more lube since (he felt) Nate's hole was already
slick with it, Troy pulled the wretched stud onto his erection. The ease
with which it slipped into the gaping orifice just increased Nate's shame.

"Fuck yourself on me," Troy whispered in Nate's ear. While the hapless hunk
bounced up and down on his cock, Troy reached around Nate's muscular torso
to tease his nipples. Occasionally he let his hand wander down to Nate's
own erection, wetting his fingers with the precum before making Nate lick
them off. He couldn't tell if Nate's moans were of pain, pleasure, shame or
all three, but he didn't give a damn one way or the other. He could sense
the heat emanating from Nate's stiff cock and slowed down whenever he
thought Nate was close to a climax. He didn't want him blowing his wad just
yet. No, there was more degradation to be had by saving that for later.

"Hang on a sec. I'd almost forgotten that I had another gift for you." Troy
dug something out of his pocket and waved it in front of Nate's face.

The raven-haired jock turned pale at the all-too-familiar sight of the
little blue pill.

"I can't take that," he said weakly. "Not before the anatomy class."

Troy grinned. "Well, it can take anywhere between 30 minutes to 4 hours to
act, so maybe you'll get lucky and avoid a boner during the class."

Nate knew there was little chance of that, based on his previous
experiences with the drug. "Please, Troy, don't humiliate me like that," he
begged. "Not in front of all those university freshmen. They'll think I'm
an exhibitionist pervert!"

"As opposed to being branded a faggot?" asked Troy sarcastically. "I'd have
assumed you found this was vastly preferable. Or was I wrong? Maybe you
should go to the class with the dildo up your ass instead. It's your
choice, Ramsey. Which will it be?"

Put like that, Nate didn't really feel he had a choice. He sobbed, "Give me
the pill."

He sensed, rather than saw, Troy's satisfied smirk as he downed the
tablet. He could only pray it wouldn't take effect for another couple of
hours, but he had the sinking feeling that it was a vain hope.

"Alright, we'd better get a move on or you'll be late for your big debut as
a live anatomy specimen." Troy yanked Nate off his cock
unceremoniously. "Not that," he snapped when Nate reached for his
jockstrap, "it's soaked through." He was rewarded by another flush of pink
on Nate's cheeks. The poor lad tried to dry his drooling cock before
pulling on his shorts, commando. Fortunately, his dick was starting to
soften, and would be fully flaccid by the time they reached the campus -
not that it would remain that way for long, given the potent drug coursing
through his system.

"Just nice," uttered Troy as he parked near the laboratory block. "You've a
few minutes before the class, and I'll have enough time to do my
thing. Meet back here at half past five."

Nate didn't dare ask how Troy intended to while away the time. He got out
of the car and walked awkwardly (his ass was still sore and, he feared,
gaping open) towards the labs. The scribbled note on the back of Rory
Abbot's card revealed that the 4 o'clock class would be held in Biology Lab
203, which Nate found easily enough. He stuck his head inside the room
cautiously and found that it was inhabited solely by a surprisingly
young-looking man.

"Um, Mr. Abbot?" called Nate tentatively.

The fair-haired man looked up and his eyes widened noticeably behind the
horn-rimmed glasses that he wore.

"Nate Ramsey?"

Nate nodded as he stepped uneasily into the lab.

Rory Abbot pushed his glasses back up. "Well, I didn't quite expect
... Gabe didn't tell me ... oh, never mind." He stood up and extended a
hand to Nate, who shook it unenthusiastically. Rory didn't appear to
notice; he was too busy checking out the hunky teenager. Nate was starting
to wonder just how many faggots there were in this town! Did Mr. Vaughn
know that his friend was a sexual deviant? Surely he wouldn't have sent a
schoolboy into the clutches of a predator?

"Please, call me Rory," said the young T.A., unaware of Nate's internal
thoughts. "I'm really quite glad that you offered to do this, Nate. I've
been promising my class that I'd get them a live model since the beginning
of the academic year, and it hasn't panned out until now. I'd have hated to
disappoint them, especially with Professor Patel counting on me to keep his
class engaged while he's on sabbatical."

The offhand remark instantly extinguished Nate's fledgling hope that an
older professor might swoop in and save him from having to expose himself
to a roomful of university freshmen.

Rory continued, "We've only got about five minutes before the students get
here so maybe you could get undressed and put on this robe. You can keep
your underwear on for now."

Nate swallowed. Of course he wasn't wearing any underwear, having left
behind his stained jock in the car. "Um, I don't, er, have any on."

Rory raised his eyebrows. "Gabe certainly wasn't kidding when he said you
were very keen. Maybe you don't have any need for the robe either?"

Nate hastily assured him that he did indeed wish to keep the robe.

Rory smiled jovially. "Okay, but it's not like you'll have it on for very
long!" He handed Nate the robe with directions to a changing room
upstairs. "It's only meant for staff actually so you shouldn't be
disturbed, but you've got to jiggle the door a bit to lock it from the
inside. You'll probably want to revisit it after the class to wash off the
ink."

In reply to Nate's questioning glance, he explained, "Oh, I'm going to have
to draw on you with a marker, to help the students visualize your internal
organs. I can see your concern - but don't fear, the ink is absolutely
washable. See for yourself." Rory displayed the marker pen with a
flourish. Nate could verify that the ink was indeed temporary, but of
course that wasn't, as Rory wrongly assumed, his primary concern. No, Nate
was mostly apprehensive about having a gay man publicly molest his body in
a classroom setting!

Rory checked his watch and noted the time. "You'd best hurry along and get
changed," he urged. "The students will be here any minute now."

Nate dashed upstairs to the men's changing room and keyed in the passcode
Rory had given him. It was deserted just as he'd been informed. He chucked
his clothes into an open locker and pulled the robe over his naked form.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and inhaled deeply to calm
himself. After all, it was only a group of university freshmen. Considering
all he'd been through over the past week, this should be a piece of
cake. He kept repeating that to himself as he made his way back down to the
lab.

He nearly lost his nerve when he heard the hum of activity from within the
lab. He seriously contemplated making a dash for it, but he dreaded what
Troy might do when he discovered that Nate had skipped out on this
commitment. So, despite his misgivings, he reluctantly forged ahead and
reentered the lab. As soon as they saw him, the students quieted down. Nate
saw there were about thirty of them, all between 18 and 20 years of age. He
felt all the more anxious being fully exposed to members of his own age
group. He couldn't bring himself to meet their curious eyes.

"Ah, there you are, Nate," said Rory. He'd been starting to worry that the
hunk had chickened out at the last minute. Frankly it was almost too good
to be true that his friend Gabe had secured such a beauty for his class!

"Class, this is Nate, who's kindly agreed to model the male anatomy for
that live demonstration I've been promising you since fall."

The students sat up in rapt interest. They'd expected that the only person
willing to model for an anatomy class would be some ugly old dude who got
his rocks off on exposing himself to teens. The sight of an incredibly
handsome 18-year-old model therefore came as a very pleasant surprise. Of
course, they had no clue Nate was an extremely unwilling model.

"Nate, if you don't mind getting up on the platform ..." Rory directed him
towards a raised platform, about a foot off the floor, which had been
placed at the front of the lab. Nate nervously made his way over to it,
climbed up and stood facing the freshmen - although he resolutely kept his
gaze on the wall over their heads.

This approach worked for the first few minutes, as Rory covered some
material from the textbook. Nate could, however, feel the eyes of the class
were firmly on him, rather than on the slides projected onto the screen
behind him. His usual air of self-confidence withered under the looming
threat of public nudity and his knees actually trembled. He couldn't
remember the last time that had happened to him.

"Nate? If you could just slip off the robe now please?"

Nate's wildly beating heart nearly stopped at those dreaded words from
Rory.

"Maybe you can tie it around your waist and keep your, er, lower half
covered for the initial bit," added Rory.

There were a couple of muffled groans of disappointment from the class, but
Nate couldn't tell from whom these issued. His brain was still trying to
figure out how he could follow Rory's instructions and preserve his modesty
for a little longer. He awkwardly tried to extricate his arms from the
sleeves of the robe.

"You need some help with that?" asked Rory.

As much as he hated to have homosexual hands on his body, Nate couldn't see
any alternative. "Yeah, please."

Rory helped keep a grip on the robe while Nate slipped his arms out of
it. There was a collective intake of breath from the room as Nate's bare
torso came into view.

"Damn!" exclaimed one jock from the back of the room, impressed by Nate's
muscle tone. The girls tittered and he flushed.

"Cheer up Aaron, I'm sure you look pretty good without your shirt too," the
girl next to him said.

"Put your cellphone away, Jen!" Rory said sharply. The brunette in the
front row guiltily returned her phone to her bag. It gave Nate some comfort
that there wouldn't be photographic souvenirs of his humiliating exposure.

When Rory turned back to Nate and saw the boy's chiseled chest for the
first time, he had an urge to grab his own cellphone to snap a pic! Gabe
really had outdone himself: Nate had a beautiful face but his body was out
of this world. He'd had a strong hint of Nate's muscularity when he saw the
lad's powerful back, but it hadn't really prepared him for the phenomenal
sight of his biceps, pecs and abs. Rory struggled to keep his emotions in
check; it simply wouldn't do for him to lose his head while trying to keep
his students in line.

"I think we're going to have to lower this a little," he said in reference
to the robe tied around Nate's waist. It was hiked up almost to his
navel. Carefully he tugged it down a few inches, intending to stop when
Nate's pubic hair come into view. But they were almost at the end of Nate's
incredibly-defined abdominal V and all he saw was smooth skin. Rory found
that most surprising given Nate's hairy forearms and legs were. Then he
looked closer and saw the stubble.

"Ah, you shave," he said quietly to Nate, but he was overheard by the
students in the front row. They giggled at the image of this macho stud
shaving off all his body hair.

Nate turned crimson. "It helps to bring out my muscle definition," he lied
defensively.

"It sure does," agreed Rory. Turning to his class, he declared, "We're
really fortunate today to witness clearly the male musculature since Nate
shaves his body hair. Nate, if you don't mind flexing your arms so we can
see your bicep?

Feeling like a dork, Nate lifted up his arms and tensed his biceps. Of
course, this allowed Rory and his students to discern that even Nate's
armpits were shaved.

Rory grasped Nate's bicep in one hand (privately marveling at the solid
flesh) and used the marker in his other hand to delineate the bicep and
tricep muscles. The class looked on with rapt attention as he went on to
outline Nate's "strong pectoral muscles".

"Are you sure they aren't man-boobs?" asked one of the male students
derisively.

Rory smiled at the boy and squeezed Nate's pec demonstratively. "Pure
muscle, I assure you. Or perhaps you'd like to verify it yourself, Chad?"

A startled Nate forgot that he was supposed to avoid looking at the
students and glanced down at Chad. The reason for the freshman's sarcasm
was instantly obvious. Jen, the girl from earlier who'd tried to covertly
snap a pic of Nate topless, was hanging on Chad's arm, but only had eyes
for Nate's perfect physique. Nate also noticed that the red-haired boy on
Chad's other side appeared similarly entranced. Both he and Jen appeared
vaguely familiar to Nate, but he couldn't quite place them.

Much to Nate's relief, Chad backed down from Rory's challenge with a
grunt. However, his reprieve was to be short-lived. Rory's grope had
resulted in the hardening of Nate's nipples, which were already sensitive
from being molested by both Troy and himself earlier that afternoon. Rory
noticed Nate's erect aureoles and exchanged a knowing smile with the
blushing teen. That wasn't the teen's main cause for alarm though. From
recent experience, Nate knew that his nipples were somehow linked to his
cock, and stimulation of one usually had a knock-on effect on the
other. Sure enough, he soon felt a tingling sensation in his loins.

`Oh God, please don't let me get a boner! Not in front of all these
people!' he prayed desperately.

Meanwhile Rory's hands had drifted further down to Nate's rock hard
abs. "And here we have the rectus abdominis muscle..."

"Six-pack!" called out a male student.

"More like eight-pack," declared Jen, eyeing Nate's stomach intently.

"Let's try to stay away from colloquialisms," Rory said as sternly as he
could. "This is an academic session." Privately, he concurred with the
eight-pack assessment. He used the marker to explain how the visual
division of the muscle was due to connective tissues.

Nate grew increasingly agitated as Rory's hands drew ever nearer to his
groin. He barely paid attention to Rory's descriptions as he traced Nate's
incredibly pronounced iliac furrow, or Apollo's belt, with his
fingertips. Nate's mind was utterly focused on his slowly stirring cock,
frantically willing it to subside.

Rory had to repeat his request for Nate to turn around twice before the
distracted teen heard him and obliged. The class was treated to the sight
of Nate's magnificent back and the top half of his butt. There were murmurs
of appreciation and envy from the audience as they got a sneak preview of
Nate's firm and exceptionally rounded ass. Sadly, facing away from his
audience didn't put Nate at ease, for he knew with certainty that this
respite wouldn't last long, and that when it ended, he would likely be in
an even more precarious state of arousal.

Rory outlined the powerful muscles of Nate's back with his marker pen,
covertly copping a feel of said muscles in the process. He was thankful
that his briefs were particularly tight today; it simply wouldn't do to
throw a rampant boner in front of your students!

Rory noticed he wasn't the only one aroused. It wasn't evident to the rest
of the class yet, but he could see Nate's terrycloth-covered bulge rapidly
expanding. Gabriel had been right about Nate being a more than willing
volunteer. The teen obviously got off on being naked in public. Little
wonder with a body like that - hell, Rory wouldn't want to wear clothes
either if he had Nate's physique!

Of course, all this was quite contrary to the thoughts running through the
18-year-old's head. The seconds seemed like hours to him. It was an
interminable ordeal that could only worsen. Nate felt he would die of shame
when his erection was publicly exposed to these students. In their eyes, he
would be the pervert, the freak. He had always casually tossed those slurs
at gay men; now it would be his turn to be on the receiving end. Was this
some sick sort of karmic payback?

"Okay, Nate, you can disrobe completely now," said Rory.

Nate wanted to rebel, to insist that this was a mistake and that he
couldn't do it after all. But his fear of Troy's wrath stilled those
protests. With shaky hands, he undid the cloth ties around his waist and
let the robe drop to the floor.

The sight of Nate's bare butt was greeted by pin-drop silence. Even the
smart alecks in the class couldn't find the words to make a pun.

Rory cleared his throat awkwardly. He hoped he wouldn't start salivating -
it seemed a distinct possibility with that eminently fuckable ass on
display. Glancing around the room, he strongly suspected that he wasn't the
only one with such thoughts. After all, his students were a group of randy
teenagers! The girls were probably fantasizing about using their sex toys
on that butt while the boys wondered (yes, even the straight ones, at least
briefly) what it might feel like to sink their cocks into it.

Trying to keep the lesson on track, Rory lectured about the gluteal
muscles. "The gluteus maximus is the biggest of the gluteal muscles and the
most superficial. It's largely responsible for the shape and appearance of
the buttocks. When the muscle is well-built, like it is here, you get a -"

"Bubble butt!" piped up the irrepressible Aaron. The class sniggered while
Rory shot him a (half-hearted) reproving look.

"I was going to say a pronounced curve. In Nate's case this is due to the
muscle development rather than fat accumulation." Rory gave Nate's ass a
firm pat that was more like a grope in order to emphasize his point. Nate
barely noticed; he was entirely focused on his dick, which by now was fully
stiff and leaking precum into the hands he'd firmly clasped over it. He
did, however, start when Rory's fingers accidentally strayed into his
butt-crack. For an awful moment, Nate feared he was about to have his ass
finger-fucked by Rory in front of the audience to demonstrate to them the
depth of his anal cavity.

Of course, that wasn't on the class agenda, but that didn't mean there
wasn't opportunity to increase Nate's sense of mortification.

"Nate, if you could just spread your cheeks apart, so that the class is
able to get a look at the anal sphincter," asked Rory.

Nate couldn't believe he was being asked to show his asshole to the
assembled students. It was like one of those nightmares where you show up
to school naked, except ten times worse because those nightmares didn't
typically involve exposing the most intimate parts of yourself to an
audience.

"Pay attention, class - this is not something you'd see very often."

There were a couple of `ew's from the audience as Nate unwillingly
acquiesced to the request, but for the most part, they were gazing
attentively upon Nate's asshole. The terrified teen wondered if they could
tell that he'd been fucked just a short while ago. He could only hope that
he'd been conscientious in cleaning up all traces of sex with Troy.

Oblivious to his blushing subject, Rory described the differences between
the internal and external anal sphincters. Nate didn't understand most of
the anatomical terms, and he had to wonder if the students' silence meant
that they did, or if they were just trying to hold back their laughter at
his apparent shamelessness.

If Nate had supposed exposing his asshole was the worst that could happen
to him that day, he was sadly mistaken. Because once Rory was done
explaining the anal muscles, it was time for him to teach the class about
the male genitalia.

"Please turn and face the class again, Nate."

Nate's heart was in his stomach. He turned around, keeping his dick covered
by his hands. He hoped Rory might spend some time going over the leg
muscles, but no such luck.

"Er, Nate, maybe you could move your hands to your sides?" entreated Rory.

With a grimace, Nate reluctantly let his hands drop. His hard cock sprung
up instantly, standing proudly (unlike its owner) perpendicular to his
body.

This time, the audience let out squeaks of disbelief. Even Rory, who'd had
some inkling of Nate's arousal, couldn't control himself from gasping "Oh
my!" when he saw his erection.

"I'm sorry," a red-faced Nate apologized hastily. "I don't know why it's
... like this."

Rory recovered himself. "Um, well, that's quite alright. It's not
completely unanticipated. I mean, you are a teenager." (That garnered some
giggles from the audience.)

"I'll spare you the scribbling on your genitals," Rory told Nate
benignly. He suspected that providing the extremely aroused boy any more
stimulation would likely lead to a messy conclusion.

"Class, you're seeing the penis in a state of arousal."

"Duh," muttered Aaron, loudly enough for his neighbors to hear.  Nate was
convinced that his dignity was dying a slow, painful death.

Rory ignored Aaron and asked the class if anyone could name the three parts
of the penis. His attempt to couch Nate's lewd display in clinical terms
appeared to work, as a few hands shot up. The class spent a few minutes
(although it felt much longer to Nate) elucidating the structure of the
penis before moving on to the testicles.

At no point did Nate's erection subside, even though Rory had stopped
touching him and was instead using a laser pointer. Nate had a further
moment of shame when Rory passed him a tissue to dry the string of precum
that was dripping from his cockhead.

It was an immense relief when he was allowed to cover up again, but by that
time everyone in the room had gotten a prolonged look at Nate's private
parts. He knew that if this episode ever got back to his schoolmates, his
already precarious reputation would be blown to smithereens. Still
quivering in shame, he wrapped the robe tightly around himself and clasped
both hands over his crotch to hide the noticeable tent.

"Alright class, that's it for today's demonstration," Rory said
finally. "Nate, thanks for volunteering to be our live model. I'm sure I'm
not alone in saying that you've helped make this a particularly insightful
session."

Nate nodded tersely.

Rory continued, "We've still got to run through class assignments so you
can run upstairs and shower now if you'd like."

This was music to Nate's ears. He couldn't bear looking any more at the
crowd of freshmen who'd been privy to his utter humiliation. He mumbled his
thanks to Rory and took off like a shot.

Bursting into the staff changing room, he was thrilled to find it still
unoccupied. He hurriedly discarded his robe and stepped into the shower. He
needed to get the ink off his body but, more importantly, he needed to get
off! He'd been stimulated nonstop since lunchtime and knew that if he
didn't jerk off now, he was going to cum later during whatever Troy had
planned for him. He wasn't going to give the faggot that satisfaction.

He turned on the shower and started scrubbing his body with the aid of
liquid soap from the wall-mounted dispenser. The warm cascading water
helped relax him and he could feel the tension ebbing away. Once he'd
gotten rid of the ink markings (at least as far as he could see), he turned
his attention to his hard-on and enclosed it in a soapy fist.

Throwing his head back and shutting his eyes, he began to masturbate. He
was aware that he only had about 15 minutes before he was due to meet Troy
back at his car, but he didn't expect it would take that long for him to
blow his wad. After all, he was so horny that he felt lucky not to have
done so during the lesson!

Alas, Nate had overlooked his very recent trauma of being publicly
exposed. His memories of the snickering freshmen were too fresh; they crept
into his mind unbidden and disrupted the (rampantly heterosexual) fantasies
which he was trying to conjure up.

Five minutes into his wank, he realized he was getting nowhere. He wasn't
going to be able to crank out a load like this. Unless ...

No! He wasn't going to keep doing that to himself. It was just unnatural
and sick. But then, what choice did he have? It would be infinitely worse
if he came as a result of having a gay guy's dick up his ass.

He glanced around furtively to reassure himself that he was alone, before
he soaped up a finger and slid it into his hole. Much to his dismay, but
not to his surprise, his treacherous cock twitched. He worked another
finger into his hole and then a third, groaning a little although both
slipped in easily enough. Then he began to saw his fingers in and out while
fisting his cock with his other hand.

His eyes fluttered as he felt the spunk churning in his balls. He was so
close now, so close. Just a little more ...

A clicking sound from behind made Nate pause mid-stroke. He whirled and
found himself face-to-face with Chad, the disgruntled student from the
anatomy class, and his redheaded friend. Nate realized that, in his haste,
he'd failed to lock the changing room door properly when he'd rushed in
earlier.

To his everlasting horror, the redhead had his camera phone out. Nate
reacted on instinct, dashing forwards to grab the phone, but slipped on the
wet tiles and crashed onto the floor. The two college freshmen skipped back
to avoid him.

Nate scrambled painfully to his feet, cupping his cock and balls in his
hands. He snarled, "Gimme that."

Chad sneered, "Fat hope, you pervert."

Nate was incensed by the gall of these guys. "You sneak in here and snap my
pic, but I'm the pervert?"

"You're the exhibitionist freak!" retorted Chad. "Don't think we couldn't
recognize you. You're the creep who flashed my girlfriend while we were out
driving the weekend before last."

Nate remembered now where he'd seen Jen and Chad's red-haired friend
before. "Oh shit," he breathed.

Chad got in Nate's face. "Yeah, that's right, perv. I just knew you'd be
waiting for class to end so you could rub one out thinking of all the girls
you exposed yourself to."

"No, man, you've got it all wrong," protested Nate. "I know how it looks,
but I swear it isn't like that."

He could tell Chad wasn't budging. The evidence was stacked against him,
that much he had to admit. Maybe he'd have better luck convincing Chad's
friend, who was the one with the camera phone. He recalled how the redhead
had looked at him lustfully both times; he was almost definitely a homo. It
turned his stomach, but Nate knew he could use that to his advantage here
by making a personal plea. "Just delete the pic please. I'm begging you
dude. Don't ruin my life like this."

The redhead looked like he was about to relent, but Chad interjected,
"Don't listen to him, Tim. I guess even exhibitionists draw the line at
pics of them frigging their own butts, huh? Hang on to it as leverage."

Nate exploded. "Are you fucking kidding me? Leverage? That's not what he's
going to do with that damned pic! He's a fucking fag!"

If Nate had expected to stun Chad by outing Tim, he did not get the
reaction he wanted. Chad wrinkled his face in contempt, certainly, but his
scorn was directed not at Tim but at Nate. "Wow. Your folks must be real
proud of you: a pervert, a liar AND a bigot."

Nate was at a loss for words. Could there really be so many gay-friendly
straight guys? How were they able to look past their unnatural desires and
twisted sex practices?

"So now we know why an exhibitionist like you's freaking out over that
pic," said Chad. "Can't bear anyone to see you doing gay stuff to your
butt. Well, too bad. We're going to hang on to it, and yeah, maybe Tim's
gonna add it to his wank bank. I don't know and I don't care." (Tim's face
matched his hair.)

Chad went on. "But if you ever try to pull this shit again, that photo goes
viral. You got that?"

Nate nodded anxiously. He hated the idea of a sexually explicit photo of
him falling into yet another pair of hands (gay hands, no less) but he
didn't see any alternative except to agree to Chad's demands. He just hoped
his masters wouldn't give him any instructions that conflicted with Chad's
requirements.

"Good," said Chad in satisfaction. "Let's go, Tim."

Tim slipped his phone into his pocket and gave Nate's naked body one last,
longing look. Nate scowled at him, but Tim just grinned. "Thanks for the
show," he called as he left the changing room.

Chad, trailing behind him, added, "Oh, by the way, I don't know much about
exhibitionists, but I'm sure you'll be able to find your way home as you
are."

Nate's eyes widened. He'd been so focused on the phone in Tim's hand that
he hadn't noticed his clothes and towel were no longer where he'd left
them.

"Wait!" he howled, but Chad just laughed and slammed the door in his face.

Nate tore up the changing room, hoping Tim and Chad had just hidden his
clothes somewhere inside, but he didn't have any luck finding them. The
rest of the lockers were either empty or locked, so he couldn't even
`borrow' someone else's clothes.

Eventually he detected a draught from the open window and, after clambering
up onto the bleachers to look through it, he discovered the missing
garments lying on the lawn, three floors down. The lawn itself was
populated with college students, which meant further exposure if he was to
retrieve his clothes.

He angrily slammed the window shut. What the fuck was wrong with these
people? What was it about him that just screamed "humiliate me" to them?

He would've called Troy, but his phone was in his shorts. Then again, he
suspected Troy would have just told him to streak and recover the clothes
himself. That really was his sole option. Troy was expecting him back at
the car in roughly five minutes, and would undoubtedly welcome the
opportunity to punish Nate for tardiness, regardless of his excuse.

Nate took a deep breath. After all, he'd already been exposed to an entire
classroom of college students, what was a few more?

He cautiously opened the door and looked out into the corridor.

"Yo, Spencer!"

Someone was calling for Spencer Zarowsky, which meant Nate's supposed
boyfriend must be just around the corner! Nate didn't want to have to
explain his current predicament to him (he didn't even know where to begin)
so he hastily retreated into the changing room.

Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps quickened and the person in the
corridor knocked on the door of the changing room.

"Spencer, buddy? I know you're in there."

Nate remained silent. Maybe whoever it was would go away.

"Come on, man, open the door. It's me, Liam - Woody."

Nate could have kicked himself for being obtuse. Liam hadn't been referring
to Spencer Zarowsky after all, but to Nate by his assumed name. He
should've known; it was well-established that Spencer's friends called him
Z.

Nate's face brightened. For the first time that day, the cards were in his
favor - Liam could help him out of this sticky situation. He opened the
door and his blond strip-club coworker came in.

Liam's eyebrows rose as he took in the younger lad's nudity. "Dude, what
are you doing naked here, and in the staff changing room no less?"

Nate groaned. "It's a long story, but I haven't the time right now. I need
your help."

Liam could sense the desperation in Nate's voice, and decided not to press
his question. "Okay. What do you need?"

Nate pointed to the window. "My clothes, they're down there on the lawn."

"How did they - never mind. I'll be right back with them."

Nate sat down on the bleachers, expecting a short wait, but to his surprise
the door swung open not even a minute later.

"Thank God you're back..." Nate's voice trailed off as he realized the
visitor was not Liam, but Rory Abbot.

The young T.A. looked pleased. "I'm glad you're still here. I forgot to
give you your payment. But why aren't you dressed yet?"

"Er..." Nate fumbled for words.

Rory chuckled suddenly. "You little minx. I should have known." He crossed
the space between them in a single bound and mashed his lips against
Nate's.

Nate was so dumbfounded that it took him a few seconds to react and push
Rory off him. "What the hell? I'm not gay!"

Rory looked at him cynically. "Come on now. There's no point denying
it. I've seen your sphincter, remember? I know a well-used hole when I see
one."

Nate swallowed hard. "Look, it's not what you think. I just ... sometimes I
like to finger my ass, okay?" Even as he said it he knew it was a ludicrous
explanation. No straight boy would finger his own ass - that was fag shit.

Rory didn't look like he believed him either. "Right ... Well, that's a
shame if it's true. You have an amazingly hot body."

"Alright, I've managed to-" Liam stopped mid-sentence as he walked in on
Nate and Rory in close quarters. The two of them sprang apart guiltily.

"Er, hello, Liam," Rory greeted him awkwardly. "Are you here for me or for
Nate?"

Nate cringed at Rory's use of his real name. Liam lifted an eyebrow, but
played along. "For, um, Nate."

"Okay then, I'll leave you guys to it. Oh, before I forget again – Nate,
here's what I owe you." Rory passed Nate an envelope and quickly headed
out, wondering to himself how not-gay Nate and hunky Liam knew each
other. Not carnally, surely, for Liam had always struck him as straight
... but oh, what a hot pair they would make!

Meanwhile, inside the changing room, Liam handed Nate his clothes. "So you
wanna talk about what just happened?"

"Not really," mumbled Nate. "Thanks for fetching my clothes." He started
pulling them on.

"Spencer - or Nate - whatever your name is - I get that you need the money
but I'm not sure you've thought this through." Spencer looked
grim. "Prostitution is a whole different ball game from stripping."

Nate was flabbergasted. "Whoa! I'm not prostituting myself!"

Spencer arched his eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure that envelope you just
accepted from Mr. Abbot contains cash."

"Yeah, but that wasn't for sex! I keep telling you I'm straight!"

"You guys seemed pretty close when I came in just now," observed Liam.

Nate growled in frustration. "I just finished modeling for Mr. Abbot's
anatomy class, and he paid me for that." He felt it prudent to leave out
their kiss. Liam would surely jump to conclusions, especially considering
how he'd accused Nate of getting into their faux kisses during their
striptease act.

"Okay ... then what's with the boner?" Liam gestured towards Nate's
erection, which was tenting the front of his shorts obscenely.

Nate flushed with shame. Naturally, he didn't have an excuse handy for that
one. "Look," he blustered, "I did NOT whore myself to Rory Abbot, okay?
Don't believe me if you want, but that's the truth.

"Now I really need to go. Thanks for your help just now, but I'd appreciate
it if you'd butt out of my life."

He raced out of the room, leaving behind a deeply concerned Liam.

Christ, he thought to himself, this kid was messed up. Liam wasn't sure
where the lies ended and the truth began. He needed some gay insight. Maybe
Spencer Zarowsky would be able to decipher his namesake's strange
behavior. Or was his name Nate? Another thing to tell Z when he saw him.

Nate found Troy waiting for him by his car. His gay teammate was wearing a
grin like the cat that ate the canary, which broadened when he saw Nate
trying to conceal the tent in his shorts. There was also a damp spot
forming from all the precum that his overstimulated cock was leaking.

"You're late," Troy chastised him. He plucked the envelope with the
modeling payment from Nate's hands without asking and pocketed it. Nate's
earnings would go towards making his life more miserable, if that was even
possible.

"I'm sorry," mumbled Nate, "I got held up."

"Are you also sorry to be keeping secrets from me?"

Nate looked up in a panic. How could Troy know about what had transpired in
the changing room? Surely Chad and Tim hadn't gone back on their word and
distributed that obscene photo of him? Troy would be furious to know Nate
had tried to jack off secretly.

"W-what are you t-talking about?" he stammered.

                             & & & & &

While Nate was humiliating himself in front of the freshmen, Troy had set
off on his own errands. The first involved a visit to the dorm room of
Troy's on-off lover, Finn Reilly. Upon discovering Finn's roommate would be
in lectures all day, they did what any pair of hot-blooded gay teens would
and tore each other's clothes off before fucking on every available
surface.

After a particularly energetic 69, a breathless Troy lay back on the bed
and asked Finn where he might find Zack Rosen.

Finn's reply was muffled since his face was buried in Troy's ass, eating
him out enthusiastically, but Troy was able to glean that Zack actually
stayed in the same dorms.

Finn paused in his rimming to ask Troy, somewhat suspiciously, "What do you
want with Zack anyway?"

Troy debated whether to tell Finn about Nate's enslavement, but quickly
dismissed the notion. He and Finn had never seen eye to eye on the subject
of homophobes. Finn simply could not seem to grasp how unfair it was that
straights had everything handed to them on a silver platter, yet wanted to
deny even the most basic rights to gays. They'd once had a massive blowout
over what Finn termed as Troy's "unnatural hatred" of heterosexuals.

"I'd be pretty worried if a straight guy ever fell into your clutches,"
Finn had told him.

No, Finn could not know about Nate. He'd probably tattle to his brother,
who happened to be the Marlins' coach, and then their house of cards would
come tumbling down.

Troy shrugged. "I thought he was pretty cute when he delivered pizza the
other day."

Troy thought he saw a flicker of jealousy cross Finn's face. Finn had
always been more into him than he was into Finn. Now, make no mistake: Finn
was a sexy guy. You couldn't go wrong with his combination of freckled
alabaster skin, jet-black hair, and emerald-green eyes. Finn was pure Irish
hotness distilled into 6 feet of man. Troy knew every inch of the older
boy's body; after all, he'd spent countless hours licking his creamy skin,
sucking his cock and fucking his tight ass. Indeed, Finn and Troy had been
each other's first - and most regular - sex partner.

On the surface, it may have sounded like they were destined to be a couple,
and Finn certainly would have welcomed that, but Troy balked. His heart was
set on another. Spencer's rejection was therefore a cruel blow, and not one
Troy was inclined to forgive. Nate was but the instrument with which he
intended to seek his revenge on the blond stud. Troy thought it deliciously
ironic if Spencer fell in love with a homophobic straight boy who would
never return his feelings.

He cried out as Finn suddenly drove his cock into Troy's spit-lubed hole
with more force than necessary. He glared at Finn. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Because you're a prick," retorted Finn. "I don't know what plans you have
for Zack, but he seems like a nice guy. Bit quiet and nerdy, but that's not
license for you to break his heart."

Troy was hurt. "I'm not going to break his heart. Au contraire, my friend -
I'm going to offer him the best sex of his life."

Finn felt his jealousy rise again. He knew they'd agreed to be fuck buddies
and nothing more, but it still hurt when Troy decided to share his bed with
someone else. Finn himself had never tried it on with anyone other than
Troy. He supposed that was his own folly, but he couldn't help hoping that,
someday, Troy would come to his senses and realize what he needed was right
in front of him. He just hoped that day would be soon, for he was running
out of patience.

After concluding his business with Finn, Troy nipped over to Zack's room
and was pleased to find him there. Zack recognized Troy as one of Nate's
companions from the pizza parlor. It took some effort to convince him, but
ultimately Zack wasn't about to turn down the chance of a lifetime to have
sex with not one but two hunks.

He did, however, let slip his reservations about getting with Nate again
after "Sunday night". Troy perked his ears at this, for Nate had not
revealed that he'd had a further encounter with Zack. Troy swiftly
reassured Zack that Nate was always a more than willing participant, and
that he in fact got off on the semblance of being `forced' to do gay stuff.

"The more you humiliate him, the more he loves it," declared Troy.

Zack was wide-eyed. "Get out of here! I didn't think that shit was real
outside of porn!"

"Oh, it's real alright," Troy told him. "You'll see for yourself tonight."

He left Zack in a frenzy of anticipation and headed to his rendezvous with
Nate. He had a bone to pick with the hapless slave.

                             & & & & &

"It's not like I lied; I just ... left it out," Nate finished lamely.

"That's one hell of an omission," noted Troy sarcastically. "Well,
something else to add to your list of punishable offenses."

Nate's shoulders slumped. At this rate, he would be trapped in an endless
cycle of punishments.

"We'd better get a move on first if we're going to keep our appointment
with Zack at 8."

"But it's not yet 6?" asked a confused Nate.

"Oh, Zack isn't your only appointment tonight," replied Troy. "First,
you're going to pay loverboy a visit. He should be at the pool. Give him a
call and say you need to meet him, urgently."

Nate dialed Spencer's number and put it on speakerphone at Troy's
insistence.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

Nate cringed at being called "babe". Troy smirked at his discomfort.

"Spence, I've got to see you."

"Oh. I'm actually in the middle of a lifeguard shift right now. Do you want
to meet up after I finish at 8?"

Troy was shaking his head, so Nate replied, "Could I possibly see you
sooner? It's kind of urgent."

"Um, wow, that sounds serious. Well, I do have a 30-minute break coming up
at 6. I can't leave the aquatic center though. Is it okay if you meet me
here then?"

Troy had already started the engine. "Uh, yeah, that's fine. See you in a
bit."

"Sure, can't wait. Love you."

Nate quickly responded, "Love you too," and ended the call.

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" mocked Troy. "Already exchanging I-love-you's. I
wonder what Spencer would think if he knew his beloved boyfriend was
cheating on him with half a dozen guys?"

Nate stared at Troy in disgust. "You're sick, you know that? You're the one
who's making me do all this shit, but then you make it sound like I'm some
faggot whore."

Troy didn't bat an eye at Nate's vitriol. "But babe, that's what you've
always been, remember? The Manwhore of McKinley High. We've just helped you
make it literal: a whore for men." He reached out and grabbed Nate's boner
to twist it. "Just look at yourself. You're still hard -"

"Because you drugged me!"

"You were already hard before that," Troy reminded him. "You love getting
your slutty hole stuffed."

Nate bowed his head in shame.

Troy went on relentlessly. "Both your holes in fact, if your voluntary
offer of blowing Zack is anything to go by."

"He was blackmailing me!"

"You can try ignoring reality but you can't make it go away. I'm willing to
bet you'll blow your load while getting fucked tonight. You want to take
that bet, Nate? If you win, you'll have proved that you don't actually
enjoy gay sex and you won't have to obey my orders ever again. But if I
win, and prove that you really do enjoy what's being done to you, then
we'll just have to satisfy your cock cravings and induct the juniors as
your masters. What do you say?"

Alarm bells were going off in Nate's head. Being released from servitude to
the hateful Troy ... what a joy that would be! But the agonies that awaited
him if he lost ... but he couldn't lose right? He was straight, damn it;
straight guys didn't cum from getting fucked up the ass. Except ... he had,
when Spencer fucked him and then when Wes had done it.

"Either way, it's a win-win situation for you, Ramsey. If you're man enough
to take the bet, that is," Troy needled him.

Nate was torn. He so badly wanted to get out from under Troy's thumb, but
he couldn't trust his own body not to betray him. He was so horny,
especially after his disrupted jerk-off session, that he was terrified he'd
lose the bet. And then there'd be even more guys with a hold over him,
forcing him to submit to their sexual demands.

"You're awfully quiet. So what's it going to be?" asked Troy.

"I - I'm not taking your stupid bet," Nate declared with as much dignity as
he could muster. "I don't trust you to keep your end of the bargain when I
win."

"You wound me, Nate. When have I ever failed to keep my word?"

Nate said nothing, and Troy wasn't going to compel him; the stud's palpable
fear of losing the bet was enough of a victory for Troy.

"Well, have it your own way," he said. "Just don't come crying to me later
that you should've accepted when you had the chance. Now, here's what
you're going to do with Spencer ..."

                             & & & & &

Spencer lifted himself out of the pool, oblivious to the spectators
watching him from the stands. They were understandably mesmerized by the
blond lifeguard's dripping wet form clad only in a tiny pair of red Speedos
which barely contained his ample package.

He climbed into the lifeguard's perch and checked his phone while toweling
himself dry. The clock read 5:59. Any second now, he told himself.

At that very moment, his phone rang. The caller ID confirmed it was
Nate. "Hey babe."

"Um, hey. I'm here already."

Spencer scanned the stands, unable to spot the raven-haired stud
anywhere. "I don't see you."

"I'm still outside. Is there somewhere private we can meet?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. If you could go round the back, there's a staff
entrance. I'll meet you there?"

Nate replied in the affirmative. Spencer jumped down from his perch and
made his way over to Brody's. His best friend smiled at his approach.

"I think those girls over there are checking you out," he told
Spencer. "You wanna make their day by going over to them and thrusting your
junk in their faces?"

Spencer rolled his eyes. "I was planning to take my break now, and no, I'm
not gonna scare those girls like that."

"Dude, they're not going to be scared. They can barely take their eyes off
your Speedos!"

"Break. Now," reiterated Spencer firmly. "Mind the shop while I'm gone."

Brody sighed. "If I had a horse dick ..."

Spencer flipped him the finger and walked off to the rear of the
building. He found Nate waiting for him on the other side of the back door
and invited him in.

Nate's gaze was immediately drawn to the prominent bulge in Spencer's
Speedos. He hastily looked away.

"Hey, you sounded really serious on the phone earlier," said Spencer. "Is
something wrong? Why do you keep looking around like that?"

"Uh, I was just hoping for somewhere more private than this?" The corridor
they were in was empty but Nate could hear the splashing from the pool just
behind the wall. It set him on edge.

Spencer blinked. "Well, there's a storage closet over there ..."

Nate interrupted. "Perfect." He grabbed Spencer's hand and dragged him into
the closet.

"Okay, you're starting to scare me now," commented Spencer. "What is it
that we couldn't discuss in the corridor?"

"This," Nate replied simply, before throwing Spencer up against the door
and kissing the hell out of him.

Spencer was taken by surprise, but he didn't hesitate to respond
passionately. It was like a contest to see who could shove his tongue
furthest down the other's throat. Nate was trying to make the kiss as noisy
as possible for the benefit of the listening device which Troy had placed
in his shorts.

When they finally broke off the kiss, Spencer breathlessly said, "That was
one heck of a kiss, but please don't tell me that was the only reason for
this urgent meet-up."

Nate had the good grace to look guilty. "Er, pretty much."

"Nate!" groaned Spencer. "You've got to stop making things out to be
emergencies when they're not."

"This IS an emergency," insisted Nate. "It's been two days since I saw you
last; just look at my cock!"

Spencer glanced down and saw the tent in Nate's shorts. "Damn, I'd
forgotten what it was like to be 18 and horny all the time."

"I need you," said Nate. He reached into Spencer's trunks and fondled the
oversized equipment within. "I need you so bad."

Spencer sighed; he knew he'd give in to Nate so there was no point fighting
his desires.

"I've only got half an hour," he warned as he popped the button on Nate's
shorts and fished out his dick.

"Bet I can milk two loads out of you in that time," Nate replied with a
sexy smirk.

Spencer caught sight of the purple and swollen head of Nate's cock.

"Jeez, you weren't kidding about being horny. You must be fit to burst." He
lightly stroked Nate's cock, eliciting guttural sounds from the teenager.

Nate stepped out of his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his
head. Spencer discovered that the now-familiar sight of his lover's
sculpted body still had the capacity to make him catch his breath. God he
was so beautiful!

Spencer enjoyed running his hands over Nate's ripped abs and teasing his
hard-as-glass nipples while Nate helped him out of his Speedos. His massive
cock, already half-hard from Nate's groping, leapt out and slapped his own
rock-hard abs with an audible "thwack".

Nate eyed it hungrily (as best as he could). "Uh, Spencer, I need to ask
... would you mind if I took some pics of you? Just a few snaps, for my own
collection?"

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "The sex tapes weren't enough?"

Nate blushed and avoided Spencer's gaze, instead playing with the swirls of
golden hair on his chest.

"They're hot, yeah, but they don't really capture your body that well. I
kind of need that for, you know ..." He let his voice trail off, trying to
sound embarrassed at his apparent inability to rein in his
hormones. (Actually it wasn't that hard - he WAS terribly embarrassed, but
for quite different reasons.)

Spencer chuckled at how cute Nate was being all bashful. "You are such a
horndog," he teased. He thought about it for a moment, and then said,
"Jeez, you're going to get me in so much trouble one of these days."

Nate looked up excitedly. "You mean you agree?"

Spencer shrugged. "What the hell, right? It's not like our first time doing
this. Besides, it's kinda hard to refuse you when you turn on those puppy
dog eyes."

Nate grinned queasily; he hadn't expected to convince Spencer so
quickly. "Don't worry - these pics are purely for me," he lied.

Spencer smiled and kissed him on the lips. "I know. I trust you," he said,
twisting the knife a little deeper. Nate shook off the prickle of his
conscience. There was no reason for him to feel guilty, he argued. Of
course the photos weren't going to be for his consumption at all, but he
didn't owe Spencer anything. Frankly, he had already gone way beyond by
even registering a protest at Troy's demand for this. He didn't quite like
being used as the tool to ensnare Spencer, but then again Spencer was a
faggot, so why should he care if he got drawn into Troy's web of deceit?
Anyway, it was a moot point now, since Troy had summarily quashed Nate's
objection and Nate hadn't belabored the point.

"So how do you want me?" Spencer asked, breaking into his thought.

"Um, some standing shots for starters I think." The lighting wasn't ideal,
but thanks to the high-tech equipment (loaned by Drew Jennings), Nate was
able to get some good shots of Spencer standing. His own experience of
being photographed by Drew's cousin Dusty came in useful here.

"Could you raise your arms above your head? Yes, that's perfect." Nate
snapped several full-length frontal and rear nudes before moving on to
close-ups. Troy had been very specific in his instructions. For each body
part that Nate photographed, he was to follow up by orally pleasuring it.

So after Nate had taken pics of Spencer's beefy pecs, he mauled them with
his teeth, nibbling and sucking on each of the nipples. Similarly, he was
to bury his face in Spencer's hairy armpits, lick his toned abs, and suck
his pendulous cock to full stiffness. He rapidly forgot any sympathy for
Spencer once he began moaning in response to Nate's involuntary
ministrations. It wasn't very fair of him, but he despised Spencer for
deriving pleasure from his misery.

Spencer didn't help his case by panting, "I hadn't realized agreeing to
this would equal you saying thank-you with your tongue, but now I'm so glad
I agreed." Nate, who was busy spit-shining Spencer's balls, was sincerely
tempted to bite them off.

Instead he told him, "You're gonna love this next bit. Get up on that rack
- I've been dying to eat you out."

Who in their right mind would turn down an offer like that? Spencer hopped
onto the rack and leaned back with his legs spread wide so Nate could have
unrestricted access to his hole.

Nate took a large number of images of Spencer's tight, furry hole. Now it
wouldn't have been too bad had he been allowed to fuck that hole. Spencer
was a lot tighter than the girls he'd fucked in the past. Nate caught
himself; was he genuinely contemplating fucking another man - of his own
volition, no less? Christ!

He was about to put away the camera and rim Spencer when the blond stud
surprised him.

"You want to see a neat trick for your camera?"

"What sort of trick?" asked Nate cautiously. Given his experiences of the
last week and a half, he had come to expect tricks of the cruelest kind.

Spencer grinned and lifted his legs up, bringing his thighs as close to his
torso as he humanly could. Nate realized that, in this position, Spencer's
10.5" erection was practically in his face. Surely he couldn't ...

Spencer bent his head forward and wrapped his lips around his own cock.

"Fuck!" gasped Nate. He'd heard about guys being able to suck themselves
off but had never seen it in practice. He'd come to believe it was just a
myth. True, Spencer could fit barely more than the crown of his dick into
his mouth, but even that seemed incredible to Nate.

Spencer spat out his cock and gazed at his wide-eyed audience. "Have I
weirded you out?" he asked apologetically. "I've only ever shown this to my
boyfriends before you. They both found it hot, although honestly I just
found it pragmatic."

"How long have you known you could do that?" Nate asked, curious in spite
of himself.

"Around the same time I first started jacking off," answered
Spencer. "Until I dated Marty, and that wasn't until I was 17, this was the
closest I got to gay sex. In fact, I thought it was the closest I would
ever get to it."

Nate could hear the wistfulness in Spencer's tone. He himself had lost his
virginity at 14. He couldn't imagine spending an extra three years without
sex except for what he could get at his own hand - or mouth, in Spencer's
case. But it wasn't like he'd been forced to be celibate, Nate argued with
himself. If Spencer hadn't chosen to be gay, he could have attracted plenty
of female attention effortlessly - Nate was sure there were lots of girls
who'd want to swing on that enormous dick.

No, he was not going to commiserate with a fag for a misfortune of his own
making. Just like he refused to feel bad about betraying Spencer's trust by
taking photos of him indulging in this particularly intimate sex act. He'd
be crazy not to! This was his chance to impress Troy with something he
hadn't known about - complete with photographic proof to boot! Who knows,
maybe it'd encourage the bastard to go lighter on him?

"It's pretty much the hottest thing I've ever seen," claimed Nate. "I'm
fucking ready to blow my wad." He grabbed his achingly hard cock for
emphasis. It made a fairly powerful statement to the clueless Spencer.

"Only for you, babe," he declared before engulfing his cock in his mouth
again. Nate snapped away, selecting a camera angle which allowed him to
capture Spencer's face, cock and hole at once. A mixture of saliva and
precum trickled down his prong, soaking his balls and taint. Unbidden,
Spencer slipped a couple of fingers into his moist hole, working them in
and out furiously. His muscular swimmer's thighs, with their dusting of
dark gold fur, were exquisitely tensed with the effort of maintaining his
awkward pose.

Nate suspected Troy would be over the moon with these shots. Of course, if
they ever got out, Spencer would be destroyed - but Nate chose not to
linger on his misgivings.

The combination of auto-fellatio and anal fingering had their inevitable
effect, and Spencer grunted as he climaxed, spunking directly into his own
mouth.

Nate hastily thrust aside his camera with a cry. "Wait, don't swallow!"

Spencer looked questioningly at Nate, who had his directions from Troy to
make sure he tasted Spencer's cum. Accordingly, he mashed his lips against
Spencer's, prying them open with his tongue and encountering his `reward' -
a mouthful of semen. Gulping it down hurriedly, he turned his attention to
Spencer's cock and licked that clean.

"You really needed that, huh?" observed Spencer, amused by Nate's
eagerness.

"Fuck yeah! Your spunk is the sweetest I've ever tasted." Inwardly, Nate
cringed at his effusive praise of another man's sperm.

Spencer laughed. "You don't have much to compare it to though."

Spencer's delusion of being Nate's sole male sex partner had slipped Nate's
mind. He covered quickly. "Okay, just my own, but yours is miles better."

Spencer looked down at Nate's boner and licked his lips longingly. "Let me
be the judge of that."

Nate knew that was not going to fly with Troy. "Uh, I can wait, but first
there's something I've been dying to do since Sunday night."

He crouched down between Spencer's thighs and buried his face in the fuzzy
blond ass. His tongue immediately went to work, eating out Spencer's hole
with a feverish passion that belied his instinctive feelings of repugnance.

Spencer had cum barely a minute before, but Nate's tonguing soon had him
stiff and dripping again. He moaned and ran his fingers through Nate's
thick mop of black hair. Nate reached up to stroke Spencer's dick, which
hurt because it was still extremely sensitive after his orgasm, but it was
a good kind of hurt. He was leaking a steady stream of precum, some of
which flowed down his sweaty taint and consequently into Nate's mouth. The
basketball jock didn't seem to mind the salty, sticky fluid melding with
Spencer's ass juices. Indeed, he was slurping it down with gusto.

Nate's apparent enjoyment was the real thrill for Spencer. He loved that
his body could provide so much pleasure to his boyfriend. He moaned in
utter bliss as Nate's tongue burrowed ever deeper into his slick
passage. Nate fixed his lips to the anal ring and sucked out the juices as
noisily as he could. It struck him that he wasn't as revolted by the taste
and smell of male ass as he had been a week ago, and that troubled him. Was
he becoming desensitized to the utterly depraved practice of rimming?

He didn't get the luxury of time to reflect on the revelation, as Spencer
suddenly grunted, "Oh man, I don't believe it but I think I'm going to cum
again!"

It was easily the shortest refractory period Spencer had experienced. His
warning came too late for Nate. The first blast of cum landed on his hair,
and the second spattered his face as he tried to clamp his mouth around
Spencer's spurting dick. He only managed to swallow the third and final
load.

Spencer was groaning unintelligibly, wiped out by the force of two orgasms
within the space of 15 minutes, but Nate's work wasn't done
yet. Wordlessly, he returned to Spencer's sweaty butt crack and resumed his
tonguing.

Spencer let out a sigh. "I don't think you're going to get another load out
of me now, Nate. And my 30 minutes is probably up as well. I should go
before Brody comes looking for me. I don't even remember if we locked the
door. Nate? Nate, are you paying attention?"

"Have to keep going," mumbled Nate. He was like a man possessed. He had to
complete Troy's instructions. He hadn't sacrificed so much to fail now and
be punished.

As it happened, the decision was taken out of both their hands.

"Dude, you in here? HOLY FUCK!"

Spencer had indeed forgotten to lock the door. Having failed to return from
his break, Brody had gone looking for him and noticed the light coming from
under the storage closet's door. And so it was that, for the second time in
their friendship, Brody walked in on his roommate being sexually serviced
by another guy.

He couldn't help gaping at the scene before him. He couldn't see the face
of Spencer's lover, which was hidden by the swimmer's chunky thighs, but he
did see his muscled back and bubble butt. He could tell his black hair was
matted with spunk and ... whoa, where was his mouth at? He'd assumed he was
sucking Spencer off but no, his roommate's big dick was waving above the
cocksucker's head, which could only mean ...

"Damn it, Brody! Get out!" hissed Spencer. He could feel Nate had frozen in
terror.

"Shit! Yeah. Shit!" Brody stumbled out of the closet, still trying to
understand what he'd walked in on.

Alone again with Nate, Spencer jumped down and knelt beside his
lover. "Nate, are you okay?"

The raven-haired jock was shaking. "I can't - he saw us - saw me - he'll
tell - my life is over." He could barely string his words together. The
shock of being caught having sex with another man, rimming his ass no less,
was debilitating.

Spencer tried to calm him down. "No, no, no. That's not gonna happen,
Nate. It was just Brody. He's a friend - my best friend. He's not going to
tell anyone. He's on our side. And I don't even think he saw your face."

"I-I have to go," stammered Nate. He snatched up his shorts and pulled them
on.

Spencer stared at him anxiously. "Nate, you don't have to go. Brody won't
tell a soul, I promise. I'll talk to him." He tried to put a reassuring
hand on Nate's shoulder but the younger guy shrugged him off. He ran out of
the room, still shirtless, clutching his t-shirt and camera.

"I'll call you!" Spencer called after him, but he wasn't sure Nate had
heard. He leaned heavily against the wall. What a fucking mess! If only
he'd locked the door. Why had he let his lust trump common sense? Now Nate
was probably terrified out of his wits. Being outed was his greatest
fear. He didn't seem to recognize that wasn't a risk with Brody.

There was a gentle knock on the door. "Z, you alone?" It was Brody.

"Yeah," replied Spencer wearily. Brody opened the door and came in. His
gaze was drawn instantly to Spencer's large appendage, which flopped about
until Spencer was able to slip it back into his Speedos.

"It would have helped if you'd knocked the first time too," Spencer
grumbled.

"Sorry dude. I didn't realize you were having, er, company."

Spencer sighed. "No, I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. I was an idiot not to
lock the door."

Brody stared at him. "Dude, it's a storage closet. It doesn't lock from the
inside anyway."

Spencer had to laugh. "Okay, I should have chosen a better place
then. Somewhere my nosy roommate won't barge in and get scarred for life."

Brody held up his hands. "Hey, don't mind me. It's becoming fairly standard
for me, running into you having sex all over the place."

"Oy," protested Spencer. "This is only the second time."

"Third," corrected Brody, "if you count last week's parking lot incident."

"Okay, fine, three times. I'll try harder to avoid a fourth. And you make
sure you knock next time."

"Deal," agreed Brody. "Although I can't say I was scarred for life by what
I saw ... it kinda reminded me of this flick Carly and I saw once..."

Spencer interrupted him. "Focus, Brode. All kidding aside, I need your
help, man."

"Anything for you, Z. Shoot."

"I need you to keep quiet about what you saw just now. My boyfriend's
freaking out. He's nowhere near ready to come out of the closet."

"You can trust me," Brody swore. "My lips are sealed. Anyway, I didn't even
see his face."

Spencer nodded in satisfaction. "I didn't you had. That's going to be a
great relief to him."

Brody looked concerned. "Z, I know I asked you this before, but are you
sure you wanna get into a relationship with a guy who's this deep in the
closet?"

Spencer let out a sigh. "I dunno, Brode. For the most part it's just
something in the background that doesn't bother me much, but times like
this really bring it to the fore, and I start to wonder.

"I didn't have the best experience with Marty, that's for sure. But I keep
hoping this time will be different. Is that crazy? Repeating the same thing
but hoping for a different outcome?" He looked beseechingly at his pal.

Brody shook his head. "I honestly can't tell, but I'm gonna hope for you,
Z. Maybe this guy will be the one."

"I'm going to give him a call, just to reassure him you won't spill the
beans."

"Okay, but make it snappy. You're so late for your shift, Regina's going to
be spitting nails."

Spencer grimaced. "I'm going to have to do a lot of ass-kissing, aren't I?"

"Ironic choice of words," remarked Brody.

"How do you mean?"

"What I walked in on just now - that is what he was doing, wasn't it?"

The look of embarrassment on his friend's face confirmed it. Brody chuckled
and left.

Spencer took a deep breath and glanced at his phone. Poor Nate. He must be
beside himself. He dialed his number and waited for him to pick up, but
there was no answer. He had to leave his message of reassurance after the
beep.

                             & & & & &

The reason Nate was unable to pick up the call was because he was having it
out with Troy. He was, as Spencer predicted, beside himself - however, it
was not with fear but with fury.

If Troy hadn't been listening in on the happenings in the storage closet,
he would have been totally unprepared for Nate's sudden appearance. He came
barreling out of the aquatic center's staff entrance, half-dressed, with
his face and hair crusted with drying cum. It would have been almost
comical if not for the punch he swung at Troy.

Troy barely managed to avoid Nate's fist which slammed into the headrest.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Nate roared. "You've destroyed my life! I'm going to
kill you!"

"Get yourself under control, you idiot," yelled Troy, ducking out of the
car to avoid further punches. "It was just Brody!"

Nate was too consumed by rage to hear him. All he could think about was the
potential publicizing of his homosexual behavior.

"Damn it, Nate!" screamed Troy. "Brody won't say anything but if you keep
this up, I FUCKING WILL!  EVERYONE IS GOING TO SEE YOU GET FUCKED UP THE
ASS LIKE A FUCKING FAGGOT."

That sobered Nate. The red mist in his brain evaporated and his arms
dropped limply to his sides. He realized what he had done in his blind
rage.

"Oh crap," he whispered. Troy was rubbing his ribs where Nate had dealt him
a glancing blow. He could tell the gay teen was angry, but his was a cold
fury, which didn't bode well for Nate.

"Troy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Troy ignored him. "Brody Lawson," he said slowly, "is a decent man. He's an
exception among you breeders. The last thing he's going to do is throw a
closeted teenager to the non-existent mercy of the rest of you."

Nate trembled. He should've been relieved to hear that Brody was not going
to be a concern, but he knew that was the least of his worries now.

"Please, Troy, I really didn't mean to - I was just so scared! Please,
Troy, please. What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything, I
swear!"

Troy's icy expression began to give way to a smile. He could see Nate was
genuinely terrified of his wrath - as well he should. Troy held the stud's
fate in his hands.

"Get in the car," he said simply. "I need to think about how you can make
up for this."

                             & & & & &

"You dog!"

Gabriel Vaughn grinned at his friend's affectionate exclamation. He took it
as a sign that the anatomy lesson had been extremely enjoyable for both
teacher and students.

"How ever did you manage to convince that beauty to model for my class?"
asked Rory. "Okay, don't answer that. You were right about the kid is a
total exhibitionist. You know he had a boner practically the whole time?"

Gabe recalled how he'd run across Nate modeling naked on school
property. "I think I've stopped being surprised by what Nate Ramsey does."

"Well, you outdid yourself in finding this fella: gorgeous AND gay. I
couldn't ask for more. I'm just glad he's one of your students and not
mine, or my perving over him would be way out of line."

"Wait, did you just say gay? Ramsey isn't gay," insisted Gabe.

"Oh yeah, he tried that card with me too, but I know what a virgin butt
looks like, and his ain't it."

Gabe was stunned. "He's got a reputation for bedding half the girls at
McKinley High!"

"Well, unless those girls are into pegging, your boy is almost definitely a
homo."

Gabe whistled in amazement. "Who would have thought? I did notice he'd
started hanging out with one of the gay kids recently, but I never
considered for a moment that he himself was gay. He's put up a very
convincing act."

"That's all it is though: an act. At most he's bi, but he's definitely
taking it up the ass from some guy, quite regularly too. I'd bet good money
on it."

"Jesus. Just goes to show you never really know your students. Even if I'd
suspected Ramsey was bi, I'd have assumed him to be the top. I mean, he's
acts all macho in school."

Rory snorted. "Sounds to me like a classic case of overcompensating. Gabe,
old pal, it's a good thing you teach chemistry and not psychology!"

                             & & & & &

Nate and Troy reached the latter's playhouse just after 7. There was still
an hour to go before Zack was due to arrive - ample time for Nate to suffer
his penalty for hitting Troy.

He shed his clothes at the door without being told, and immediately dropped
to his knees.

"Please, master, may I?" He reached for Troy's t-shirt with trembling
fingers. Lifting it up, he saw the beginnings of a bruise on Troy's left
side. He bit his lip nervously - he was so screwed.

He gently kissed the tender skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from
Troy, but the gay boy said nothing. His silence just increased Nate's
terror, and he doubled his efforts.

Secretly Troy was pleased. It seemed that a violent temper had achieved
what days of manipulation had not.

He grasped Nate firmly by the shoulders and pushed him away. "Stay," he
ordered him, as one might a pet dog. Nate felt degraded but he remained in
place.

Troy walked over to a large chest in the corner and rummaged around until
he found what he was searching for.

"Did you know my brother led McKinley to victory in the 2005 state baseball
championships?" Troy revealed a baseball bat - presumably the one Max
Petersen had used during the winning game.

Nate gulped. Being hit with that heavy wooden club would hurt a lot. But
Troy's next words portended an even nastier fate.

"Could you pass me the lube?"

Nate nearly wet himself. He started blubbering, "Troy, you can't mean
that. You can't fuck me with that! That's insane!"

Troy hid his grin. "I thought you said you'd do anything to make it up to
me? You're the one who shouldn't say things you don't mean. Now where's the
lube?"

"Oh God! Troy, I'm begging you! Don't do this!" The sobbing Nate threw
himself at Troy's feet.

Troy had to admit the sensation of total power over the cowering hunk was
immensely satisfying. He could scarcely believe this was the same boy who'd
eroded Troy's self-confidence and sense of manhood for years with his
bigoted and thoughtless remarks.

He kicked Nate off him callously and sneered. "How does it feel, Ramsey, to
be at the bottom of the heap? Do you feel like a real man? So much better
than us fags? You're the one about to have a baseball bat shoved up your
butt. Yeah, that's real manly."

Nate whimpered, "Please ..."

"You are fucking pathetic," spat Troy. "You deserve to have this rammed up
your guts," he hefted the bat threateningly, "but not today." He let it
drop with a clatter.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, master!" The words came to Nate instinctively,
bringing a smirk to Troy's face.

"You can make sure I don't regret my leniency by putting on a damned hot
show for Zack when he gets here." (Nate nodded frantically.) "And don't
think this means you're off the hook - not by a long shot. I'll work
something out with Drew to further extend your audience tomorrow."

"Master?!" yelped Nate.

Troy looked at him coolly. "Is there something you'd like to say?"

Nate shut his mouth, although his fears were mounting. Who would he be
exposed to next?

"You haven't been keeping up with your gym routine since you were enslaved,
have you? I didn't think so. Your body's the only thing you've got going
for you, so you'd be well-advised to keep yourself fit. There's no time
like the present. I'm going to put you through your paces tonight! First
oil yourself up with this."

A few minutes later, Nate's body glistened magnificently, each muscle
appearing even more defined. He had slathered every inch of his body with
copious amounts of baby oil. Troy had lent a helping hand or, more
accurately, four fingers. These he was jack-hammering into Nate's sore ass,
making the slave squirm uncomfortably.

"Might as well loosen you up for the double-dicked plowing you're going to
get," Troy explained.

"Thank you, master," Nate replied through gritted teeth. Troy's fingers had
found his prostate and the gay teen was expertly massaging it. As a result,
Nate's cock, which had been softening as the drug wore off, returned to its
fully erect state, much to his embarrassment.

Finally tiring of rooting about Nate's insides, Troy recited a series of
exercises for the subjugated stud to perform while waiting for Zack. "And
keep your pussy plugged with the big dildo," he added.

Nate groaned and winced as he forced the 12-inch tool up his
liberally-lubed orifice for the second time that day. It was no less
torturous this time around. It felt like his aching asshole was being
ripped apart, and he considered it a miracle that he hadn't been
injured. At least he was being abundantly prepared for the double
penetration, he told himself miserably - some blessing that was!

By the time Zack knocked on the playhouse door, Nate had worked up a sweat
to complement the oily sheen on his body. The massive dildo crammed deep
into his guts (which Troy had set to vibrate at maximum speed) ensured that
the exercises were not just exhausting but agonizing as well.

However, the handsome jock's torment didn't register with Zack; the sight
of his glorious physique in the midst of performing sit-ups guaranteed
that. Troy had chosen this as the last exercise because it displayed Nate's
body to perfection: rippling abs, heaving pecs, bulging biceps, smooth
armpits, flexing thighs, hard cock and stuffed asshole. There was virtually
no nook or cranny of his body left unexposed to Zack, who could only gawp
in amazement at the spectacle before him.

"Fuck me," he gasped when his gaze settled on the huge vibrator stretching
Nate's sphincter.

"Gladly," Troy answered brightly. He was going to enjoy opening this sexual
novice's eyes to the range of erotic pleasures that could be had with a
pair of hard-bodied jocks.

He signaled discreetly to Nate and the slave jumped up from the floor to
proffer Zack what Troy had deemed an appropriate greeting: a French
kiss. Zack was astonished when Nate tried to basically eat his face, but he
quickly recovered from his surprise and reciprocated ardently while running
his hands all over Nate's oiled-up physique. He grabbed Nate's ass and
pulled the stud towards himself, his fingers deeply buried in Nate's crack.

"I need to catch my breath," he groaned after two solid minutes of
tongue-kissing. "Troy, you weren't kidding when you said he was totally
into this." He turned to Nate. "You had me fooled on Sunday. I was starting
to feel bad about how things went down between us, but Troy explained that
you actually like the loss of control."

Nate was outraged by the blatant lie, but could only grin and bear
it. "Dude, I've wanted to get in your pants since the first time you
delivered a pizza to my house. It was like a dream come true when Troy said
you'd agreed to double-dick me with him tonight."

"Uh, about that..." Zack looked down at his feet, embarrassed. "I'm not so
sure I can do that. I know what I said on Sunday, but the truth is ... I
was just shooting my mouth off. I've never topped anyone before and, to be
honest, I don't think I've even got it in me."

Yes! Nate wanted to pump his fists in the air. It looked like he would
escape the ordeal of having two cocks shoved into his butt simultaneously.

However, he had underestimated Troy; his gay teammate wasn't about to let
this golden opportunity pass by so easily.

"Never say never," Troy chided Zack. "Let me see if I can't think of a way
all three of us can get what we want. Nate, you gonna help Zack out of his
clothes or what?"

Given that his audience consisted of two fit jocks, Zack was understandably
nervous as Nate peeled off his clothes. He was definitely on the scrawny
side, and naturally smooth except for a dark patch of pubes above his
average-sized cock.

Troy had anticipated this, and Nate had his orders to put Zack at ease with
a full-body tongue bath.

"Ooh," cooed Zack as Nate's mouth fastened around his right nipple, teasing
it gently with his teeth.

While Nate slobbered all over his chest, Zack watched Troy undress. His
body might not have been as ripped as Nate's, but it was nothing to sneeze
at either. Troy was a born athlete and it showed. Zack licked his lips in
anticipation.

Troy walked behind Zack and pressed his nude body against the college boy's
back. Then he began to kiss the nape of Zack's neck and slowly moved
downwards, his lips never leaving Zack's skin.

Zack was in heaven from the dueling sensations of Nate licking his front
and Troy his back. He half-expected to wake up at any moment and find his
sheets stained with his own cum.

He didn't remember how they got to the bed, but somehow he was lying on it
with his butt hanging off the edge, being eaten out by Nate. He'd never
been rimmed before and he could not have hoped for a more voracious
introduction to the sex act. Nate was by now remarkably proficient at
emulating Troy's mantra of "kiss, lick, suck and tongue-fuck", disregarding
how much rimming repulsed him. Zack did not doubt Nate's enthusiasm for
ass-licking even for a second!

Of course, he had precious little attention to spare for such doubts
anyway, since Troy had maneuvered himself into a 69 with Zack on the
bed. Sucking on Troy's cock, while getting his own sucked and his ass eaten
out, was enough to distract anyone!

"You ready to get fucked?" asked Troy - but his question was directed at
Zack rather than Nate.

Zack was puzzled. "Um, yeah, sure, but ... do you mean Nate's going to fuck
me?"

Troy laughed. "No, of course not! Nate's a total bottom! No, I was thinking
that maybe if I fucked you, your little pal would be primed to fuck him in
turn?"

Zack's dick twitched. "That could work," he agreed. "Go for it."

Troy didn't need the encouragement. He rolled a condom on and took Nate's
place between Zack's legs. He plunged a couple of fingers into Zack's hole
to test its readiness to accept his cock, and found it saturated with
Nate's saliva as well as Zack's own ass juices.

"Nate, you must have fucking loved eating Zack's ass. It's so wet that I
don't think we even need any lube."

"Oh yeah," confirmed Zack, "I thought he was trying to go spelunking with
his tongue!"

Nate was humiliated by the remarks, especially since they could not have
been further from the truth. He avoided meeting Zack's gaze by resuming the
blowjob Troy had been giving him, just as Troy drove his cock into Zack's
ass. Zack nearly creamed Nate's throat then and there. It was only with
great self-restraint that he managed to save himself for the ultimate
prize.

"Nate, I know you're finding Zack's dick every bit as tasty as his ass, but
let him try out your other hole now."

Troy might have phrased it as a suggestion, but Nate knew it was really a
command and hastened to obey. He squatted over Zack's face to give him a
bird's eye view and tugged out the dildo that was causing him such
distress. From Zack's exclamation of shock, it was evident that his hole
was a sight. He fervently prayed that it would recover from this abuse, but
he didn't have much optimism considering it would soon be stretched even
wider by two cocks.

As he tore open a condom to put on Zack, he felt something soft and moist
poke at his gaping hole. He realized with a start that it was Zack's
tongue; the nerd was attempting to rim him. He looked at Troy anxiously,
and was relieved when his tormentor gave him the smallest of nods to
indicate that it was okay. Nate couldn't help but feel a pleasurable buzz
from the gentle tonguing of his ass. Zack's tongue was like a cool salve to
his burning chute. He reflected that maybe rimming was not so bad - if you
were on the receiving end!

Unfortunately his respite only lasted for a couple of minutes. As soon as
Troy wordlessly indicated that Nate was to ride Zack's dick, Nate
reluctantly abandoned his position over Zack's face. He swiveled around and
lowered himself gingerly onto the college boy's rubber-sheathed
erection. He needn't have worried; his hole was so stretched that he barely
felt Zack's dick as it slipped smoothly into him.

He began to ride Zack, raising himself until only the cockhead remained
inside him and then descending again until his butt connected with Zack's
groin. Zack was treated to another spectacular view: this time of Nate's
abs tightening and thighs clenching.

"I'm actually fucking someone!" he exclaimed. "Oh wow!"

Without missing a stroke, Troy handed Zack the video camera. "Here, get
this going and take yourself some mementoes. I know Nate will want a record
of his first DP."

Troy slid a finger into Nate's hole alongside Zack's cock. Nate trembled
but didn't stop fucking himself on Zack. Another finger wormed its way
inside him. His hole felt full, but he knew that wasn't going to faze
Troy. He forced a third finger in, and Nate had to bite back a scream.

"Ready, slut?" Troy whispered in Nate's ear. Without waiting for a reply,
he withdrew his fingers and swapped them for his cock, straight out of
Zack's ass and into Nate's.

This time, Nate couldn't contain his anguished howl. His eyes rolled back
in his head as his hole was stretched unbearably wide by Zack and Troy's
dicks.

"Jesus! I think we're hurting him!" cried out Zack.

"Give him a moment to adjust and he'll be fine," Troy reassured
him. "Right, Nate?"

Nate blinked back tears of pain. He couldn't fathom how he could ever be
`fine' with having his ass split in half by two dicks, but he knew that
wasn't the response which Troy expected of him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered through gritted teeth. "Just...keep going."
He regretted his words almost immediately when Troy began thrusting. He was
starting to think even the baseball bat wouldn't have been so awful. It
felt like someone was taking a battering ram to his backdoor. Damn Spencer
for bringing up double-penetration and causing him to be subjected to this
torture!

The real `torture', however, was yet to come for Nate. Ironically, it began
as the pain slowly subsided. Nate was never going to get used to having his
hole stretched this widely, but he was going to be able to bear it. What he
would never come to grips with was his own body's treachery. For, as the
initial agony of his double-dicking faded, his cock started to stir.

Nate didn't notice at first; his mind was (with good reason) fixated on his
ass. It was Zack who brought it to his attention.

"You were right, Troy," Zack said suddenly. "He IS enjoying this!"

Nate glanced down in horror and saw his tumescent cock. With every bounce
it slapped lightly against his hard stomach.

"Too bad you didn't take me up on my bet," Troy whispered so only he could
hear.

Nate closed his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not when he was in such
agony. He couldn't even admit that he was a faggot, and now he needed to
accept that he was a particularly slutty one?

Zack reached out to grasp Nate's dick but Troy stopped him. "No, don't!
Let's see if we can make him cum without touching his dick."

Zack's eyes were as wide as saucers. "You mean we could do that?"

"Oh, I'm sure we can. Look, he's already leaking."

It was true. Nate wanted to break down and cry. Why had God made him such a
freak? Was it punishment for all the times he'd called other people freaks?
It certainly seemed like it, for here he was being fucked to an orgasm by
two of those freaks. As karmic paybacks went, this took the cake.

The beauty of double penetration was that at any time, one of the two dicks
in Nate's ass was pressing against his prostate. Nate knew he was fighting
a losing battle, especially since he'd been stimulated almost continuously
since midday without any relief. When he finally climaxed, it was going to
be epic.

But he would not be the first to blow his wad that night. That honor
belonged to Zack. The friction from Troy's dick rubbing up against his
within the confines of Nate's ass was too much for Zack. With a cry, he
shot his load deep inside Nate. His cock pumped out volley after volley of
cum for almost a full minute, filling his condom to overflowing.

Troy felt Zack's cock spasm and knew the older boy would soon be too
sensitive to continue fucking Nate. From Nate's shallow breathing he could
tell the stud was very close to orgasm. Sweat poured off his body,
showering Zack below him with salty droplets each time he bounced on his
cock (not that Zack minded). If he acted quickly, Troy could still make
Nate cum while being double-dicked.

Troy purposefully jabbed his dick upwards, while reaching around Nate's
front to twist his nipples. In his over-stimulated condition, it was all
that was needed to tip Nate over the precipice.

He made a noise that was halfway between a sob and a moan as his cock
erupted. A fountain of cum sprayed through the air, hitting him under the
chin. Zack barely had time to close his eyes and move aside the camera
before the second jet splashed his face. The next two shots painted a
gleaming white trail down Zack's chest. And still Nate's cock spurted twice
more, coating his and Zack's bodies with six loads of spunk in total.

It was possibly the most intense orgasm of Nate's life - and the most
destructive. He might not have taken up Troy's bet, but he had still
lost. His forceful ejaculation had blown his fragile grip on his
heterosexuality to bits. His body shook with suppressed sobs.

"Are you okay, Nate?" asked Zack, concerned. "You're quivering."

Troy gave Nate a jab in the small of his back. "Y-yeah, j-just recovering,"
replied Nate.

"Clean up your mess, you dirty boy," Troy told him. Nate immediately got to
work, licking his cum from Zack's face (slipping him some tongue in the
process) and then mopping up the rest of it from Zack's torso. In a
strange, twisted way, he was glad for the distraction. It made it easier
not to dwell on how his confidence in his own sexual orientation had been
shattered.

"Let me see your ass," said Zack. On all fours, Nate turned himself around
so his butt was above Zack's face and his own face hovered over Zack's
groin. Troy yanked off Zack's condom, causing a flood of semen to cascade
over his cock and balls. He emptied his own condom onto Zack's belly. It
was a veritable sperm buffet for Nate, who now had to eat his own spunk as
well as Zack's and Troy's.

"Oh my God!" Zack gasped. "His ass is like a freaking tunnel!" He curiously
prodded the gaping orifice with his fingers. He easily fit in four without
encountering any obstruction.

"Damn, I bet I could put my whole hand in!" he exclaimed.

"Then why don't you?" replied Troy. Nate, who was tonguing Zack's
cum-sodden taint, jerked up in alarm. Troy shot him a warning glance.

Zack laughed, believing Troy to be joking. "I know I've got small hands but
they're still bigger than two cocks. I'd probably tear him."

"Nonsense!" scoffed Troy. "If he's not been harmed by that double-dicking,
then he can take just about anything. Trust me: he can't wait to try it
out. Can you, Nate?"

Nate looked pleadingly at Troy, but his gay teammate just mouthed silently,
"Take it, bitch."

"Yes," he said softly, although he really wanted to scream the exact
opposite.

Troy had already grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount
onto Zack's hand.

The nerdy college student giggled with nervous excitement. "I can't believe
I'm doing this!"

He inserted his thumb alongside the four fingers he already had buried in
Nate's poor ass. That wasn't so bad, since Nate's sphincter was still
distended from his double penetration.

It was when the widest part of Zack's hand started to enter Nate that the
slave really felt it. He mewled pitifully, turning pale under his tan. A
fresh coat of sweat rapidly covered his body.

"Just a bit more, Zack, and then it'll be all in," urged Troy. He had to
keep a close eye on the proceedings since Zack was carried away by the
thrill of the fist-fuck and not paying any heed to Nate's
discomfort. Indeed, Zack was not thinking of Nate at all, but of Todd
Moore, the handsome jock who had mercilessly bullied him in high
school. This could have been his ultimate revenge on the bully.

Troy, who was handling the camera to record this latest assault on Nate,
managed to rein Zack in when he got a little too rough. He had no wish to
take Nate to the E.R. with a ruptured rectum. There were a couple of
moments when he feared Nate was on the verge of passing out but, to his
begrudging admiration, Nate stoically bore the arduous fisting with only a
few whimpers.

Eventually Zack's hand was buried in Nate's ass up to the wrist. Troy
thought about going in deeper, but dismissed that in favor of toying with
Nate's mind. He whispered instructions to Zack, who rooted about Nate's
insides to locate his prostate. Once he had, he gave it a squeeze, making
Nate spasm. To the hunk's horror, his deflated penis began to rise again!

After that, it was a foregone conclusion. Zack only had to pump Nate's
prostate thrice before the stud blew his wad on Zack's face for the second
time that night. It was a smaller load than the first, but the fact that
he'd cum from being fist-fucked was even more degrading (if that was
possible). Nate's exhausted legs gave way and he collapsed on top of poor
Zack, squashing the breath out of him before he was able to roll him off.

Troy finally decided that Nate had suffered enough. "I think we've gotten
all we can out of Nate tonight," he informed Zack.

"Oh." Zack was disappointed that his wondrous night of many firsts was
coming to an end. He absently licked Nate's spunk from his lips.

Troy smiled. "Oh, you don't have to leave just yet. There's still plenty of
fun we two can have together. Nate, you can see yourself out."

A wobbly Nate gathered up his clothes and dashed out of the playhouse
before Troy could change his mind. He feared that, if he stayed another
minute in there, his tormentors would elect to shove that baseball bat up
his butt after all.

Even without the bat, it had been the absolute worst day of his life. Nate
hadn't thought he could sink any lower but Troy had identified several ways
in which he could. In the course of a few short hours, he had plumbed the
depths of sexual perversion and endured increasingly public
humiliation. Most disturbingly, he had learned something about himself -
something so awful that he was not ready to face yet.

He wished that the next day, with Drew Jennings in charge, would bring a
reprieve, but he wasn't going to hold his breath. He simply didn't have any
luck. Just don't let it be any more dire than today, he prayed. He couldn't
take another day like today.



                           To be continued ...


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