Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2016 02:20:08 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person Chapter 1

This story is very heavily influenced by another great story here on Nifty
titled 'The Downfall of Nate Ramsey' which can be found here
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downfall-of-nate-ramsey/ Many
thanks to the author, Jasper Cooper, for giving his agreement to let me
borrow his idea!

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person


So let's get one thing clear right from the start. Jack Hamilton is a
terrible person. On the surface, he's pretty much perfect. At seventeen, he
had just started his senior year of high school, he had the body, he had
the looks, captain of the football team, loved by everyone.

Now dig a little deeper and what you really find is a shallow, vindictive,
bigoted thug. With every passing year at school, Jack grew more and more
unpleasant. Take away the popularity and the football and he would just be
known as the school bully, but of course being little Mr Perfect somehow
made it okay for him to do truly terrible things to people.

Guys got stuffed in lockers, thrown in dumpsters, beaten mercilessly, girls
were ridiculed and belittled, had vile rumours spread about them, called
sluts and bitches, all of this at the hand of Jack Hamilton. Any
difference, he picked on. Any weakness, he ridiculed. And the gays, Jack
had a particular hatred of the 'filthy faggots'.

So if at any time, you begin to feel even the slightest bit sorry for Jack,
just remember this one thing – Jack Hamilton is not a nice person!

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It was the end of the first week of senior year for Jack Hamilton. He was
pleased with the start he had gotten off to. Hos position as Captain of the
football team had him almost royalty in the hallways of Holmepoint High
School. He had already demented his reputation with the new batch of
freshman who had rolled in that week, putting the fear of Jack into
them. Football Practice had just finished and Jack had decided he wanted to
hang out in the park with his most loyal cronies.

The seventeen-year-old strutted through the park, heading for his favourite
spot with Elliott and Danny in tow. Elliott had been Jack's best friend for
as long as they could remember. They had played together on the Junior
Varsity team in their freshman year and Elliott had continued on it even
after Jack had been promoted to varsity the following year. He had chosen
to drop out of the team several months earlier to focus on his studies, but
remained just as close to Jack, the two mostly inseparable.

Jack barely knew Danny really. He was on the football team with him, but
beyond that Jack simply accepted his presence because he always seemed to
do as he was told. As the three of them rounded a dense cluster of trees,
they came across the benches they used for their all-too-common alcohol
consumption. They intended to have just a couple of beers tonight,
Elliott's suggestion for a celebration of their first week. As the bench
came into the sight, they found it occupied.

"All hail the Captain!" one of the figures on the bench called out. It was
Bryce, a junior and another member of the team, accompanied by Lincoln and
Aaron, also sixteen.

"What are you doing here, Brycie?" Jack spat. He truly despised his younger
teammate, mainly because actually offered a genuine challenge to Jack's
supremacy. Despite being a year younger, Bryce was substantially bigger
than Jack. The two competed at everything.

The two young men with Bryce barely registered on Jack's radar. He knew
enough about their skills on the field to use them effectively, beyond that
they were less than nothing to him.

"What, can't we spend a lovely evening with our wonderful Captain? Bryce
said completely insincerely.

"Get lost. This spot's ours, go find your own!" Jack snarled, fists
clenching.

"Oh, you wanna fight?" Bryce said, seeing Jack's reaction. He jumped to his
feet, squaring up to the slightly-shorter teen.

"Woah, woah, calm down!" Elliott said quickly, jumping between the two and
pushing them apart.

Bryce sniggered. "Yeah, that's it, protect your boyfriend!"

"I'll fucking..." Jack started, attempting to lunge forward. Again Elliott
held him back.

"STOP!" Elliott yelled. "You get into a fight and go home covered in
bruises, questions are gonna get asked. You know the school's rules on
fighting!"

Jack looked furious, but stopped trying to get to Bryce.

"Look, if you wanna shut him up, let's find another way!" Elliott said
calmly.

"What you got in mind?" Bryce asked, looking eager at the chance to take
Jack on.

"Erm... I dunno. Something sporty, not football..." Elliott mused.

"They could race!" Lincoln offered.

Bryce scoffed. "No way, do I look built for speed?" To prove his point, he
raised both arms and flexed his massive biceps. The man really was a
mountain of muscle.

"How about this?" Aaron offered, reaching into his bag and pulling out a
basketball.

Jack grinned. "Sounds good to me!" He was confident in his basketball
skills and jumped on the chance to put Bryce back in his place. "Unless
you're chicken!"

Bryce looked a little less confident, but wasn't about to back down from a
challenge, especially from Jack. "Let's do it!" he said, grabbing the ball
off of Aaron and heading in the direction of the park's basketball court.

"Clear the court!" Jack yelled as they approached.

A couple of younger boys heard Jack's command and ran, recognising who he
was immediately, leaving the court empty for the six teenagers.

"You've so got this!" Elliott whispered to Jack. "Why don't you see what
you can get out of him for it!"

Jack looked at Elliott for a moment, eyes narrowing. Then he grinned as an
idea came to him. "Whadda you say we make this interesting?" Jack asked.

"What are you thinking?" Bryce asked, dumping his bag just off the court
where Lincoln, Aaron, Elliott and Danny now stood.

"If I win... you drop out of the team!" Jack said, a wicked grin spreading
across his face.

"What? No way!" Bryce laughed, shaking his head.

"So you ARE chicken!" Jack taunted, quickly grabbing the ball.

"Fine!" Bryce snapped, snatching the ball back. "I lose and I quit the
team. But if you lose..."

Jack was prepared, he expected a similar challenge in return, but was still
confident.

"You run from here to the lake and back... naked!" Bryce said with a slight
sneer.

"What?" Jack asked in shock, suddenly turning pale.

"Now who's chicken?" Lincoln called out.

"Fuck you!" Jack yelled over at the younger boy, then looked back to Bryce
and said, "Fine, deal. Straight shots. First to five wins it! El, toss a
coin. I call heads!"

Elliott reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin and flipped it. He
looked over at Jack and shrugged. "Tails!" he said sadly.

Jack looked unhappy, already being at a disadvantage, cursing his decision
to make it first to five. He stood aside, letting Bryce prepare to take his
first shot. He could feel a knot in his stomach. Why did Bryce have to pick
a forfeit involving nudity? Jack was supremely confident about his
appearance, but only if he remained clothed. He wasn't sure whether it was
something from his childhood or maybe the way he was raised, but taking his
clothes off in front of people had always been an absolute phobia for
him. Even in the locker room, he would have his clothes off and uniform on
before anyone else could see. His underwear never came off though, he
simply refused outright to shower at school. That meant that he really just
had to win now. Avoiding nudity and getting Bryce off the team at the same
time, he had to do it.

Bryce took aim, threw the ball... nothing but net! "And that's how it's
done!" he taunted Jack, as he stepped back out of the way.

Elliott caught the ball as it bounced and tossed it to his
friend. Silently, Jack lined up and took his first shot. It went in
easily. "No, THAT'S how it's done!" Jack taunted back, with a sneer.

Elliott passed the ball again and Bryce took his second shot. It hit the
rim and bounced away, sending Lincoln running after it.

"Ha. Loser!" Jack laughed as he caught the ball. He waited for Bryce to
move aside then took position to shoot again. This was his chance to take
the lead.

"Enjoy your naked run!" Bryce taunted, just before Jack took the shot.

Jack scowled, then turned back shakily. He hated to admit it, but the other
teen really was getting under his skin. Fear of his possible nakedness was
beginning to creep in and taking over his thoughts. He jumped and shot. The
ball missed the basket completely, flying past the other boys.

"Wow, you really wanna get naked, don't you. You don't need to make it
quite so obvious!" Bryce teased.

"Fuck off!" Jack snarled back angrily. His hands were trembling now.

Bryce took his third shot, scoring his second point. Losing the lead only
served to increase Jack's nervousness as he missed his third shot. Bryce
shot again, taking the lead three-to-one.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jack muttered under his breath as he stood trying
to stop his hands shaking ready for shot four. He took a deep breath, threw
the ball and watched it fly through the air. It bounced off the rim,
bounced off the other side and fell into the net. "YES!" he called out
happily.

"Won't help, it's still three-to-two!" Lincoln called out.

"Yeah, hurry up and lose, naked boy!" Aaron joined in. It was rare to see
the star athlete sweat like this so the two sixteen-year-olds were making
the most of it.

"Shut the fuck up!" Jack screeched.

"Don't worry, you won't be able to hear them when you're across the park,
streaking!" Bryce added with a grin.

"Just fucking shoot!" Jack said through gritted teeth, hands clenched but
still shaking.

Emboldened by Jack's misery, Bryce easily scored his fourth point, the
older teen once again missing. Bryce caught the ball as it was thrown back
again.

"One more point and your ass is mine!" Bryce chuckled. He casually tossed
the ball.

Jack's breath caught in his throat as he watched the ball soar through the
air. He heard cheering before he truly realised what had just
happened... he had lost!

"Time to pay up... Captain!" Lincoln said happily as the four spectators
rushed the court.

"Fuck off, I'm not doing it!" Jack insisted, shaking his head. He turned to
walk away.

Bryce reached out and grabbed him. "You made a bet, you lost, you pay up!"

Jack tugged his wrist free of Bryce's meaty hand. "Fuck off!"

"Oh gee, what's the rest of the team gonna think when we tell them you not
only lost to Bryce, but backed out of a bet? That's really gonna hurt that
wonderful reputation, isn't it!" Aaron said, smiling cruelly.

"Fine. I pay up and none of you tells anyone I lost. Got it?" Jack
demanded. Momentarily, his pride had overtaken his fear.

The other five all shrugged and nodded their agreement.

Jack sighed heavily and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. He turned as
he pulled it off, facing away from the others to try and hide his body,
although he knew they were probably going to see it anyway. Still gripping
the t-shirt, he pulled down his shorts and boxers in one single motion,
flushing bright red as he realised he had just bent over with his bare arse
showing to the other five boys. He stepped out of them and picked them
up. With one hand covering his cock, he turned back slightly to Elliott.

"Look after these!" Jack ordered, shooting Bryce an angry stare. He
wouldn't have put it past the big bastard to have run off with them. He
knew they would be safe with Elliott though.

The lake wasn't far, just a few minutes walk away, so at a full sprint Jack
knew he would be there and back in no time. Not wanting to remain exposed
any longer than he had to, he took off at full speed. He heard cheers from
behind him and angrily cursed himself for losing. As he ran, he prayed
desperately not to come across anyone else. It was bad enough that the five
back on the court had just seen his back. If he ran face first into a
stranger, they would likely see a lot more.

For just a moment, he considered turning back right there. The other
wouldn't know he hadn't made it all the way to the lake. He thought better
of it. His agreement had been that this would all remain confidential so
long as he paid up on the forfeit. He wasn't about to give them anything to
catch him out on. He made it to the lake edge without seeing anyone else,
then started the run back.

He figured it was his lucky day when he got all the way back to the court
without being seen. The main drawback was that as he ran towards them, they
could see the front of his body. He was proud of his upper torso, it was
extremely well-muscled, obviously not to the extent of Bryce who was huge,
but enough to show he put in a lot of work. Best of all was the dark hair
covering his chest and the thin line of it down his stomach. Whenever he
saw some of the other boys his age with their smooth bodies he felt
especially manly. He kept a hand covering his cock and balls, although his
bush was on show for all six of the others to see.

'Wait, six?' Jack thought as he looked at the group. 'There should only be
five.'

As he got closer, the extra person suddenly became obvious. He was younger
and shorter than the rest of the group and clearly stood out because of his
bright ginger hair.

'What the fuck's that faggot doing here?' Jack thought as he saw Ben, a
fifteen-year-old he knew all to well from school.

"The fuck you doing here you little homo?" Jack snapped angrily as he got
closer. "Couldn't wait to to get a good look at me?"

Ben grinned and waited for Jack to notice something else.

"The fuck... are you recording me?" Jack screamed as he saw Ben holding up
his phone. So enraged by the boy's presence, and actions, Jack lunged
forward with both hands, revealing his cock to the camera.

"Back off!" Bryce called out as he and Lincoln each grabbed one of Jack's
arms.

"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Jack snarled, struggling to get free. Lincoln
wasn't too much of a challenge, but Bryce's strength was undeniable.

"I said back off!" Bryce repeated, then pushed Jack back as Lincoln held
out a leg to trip him.

Jack fell prone, suddenly realising he should cover up. "Fuckers. Elliott,
gimme my clothes."

"Oh, you mean these?" Ben taunted, holding up Jack's clothing like a
trophy.

"Elliott, what the fuck?" Jack demanded of his friend as he climbed to his
feet.

"Come on, we can get them back," Jack said, looking first to Elliott and
then to Danny. "It's three against four, we can take them!"

"No!" Elliott said, shaking his head. "Sorry Jack, it's not three against
four. It's six against one!"

Jack's friends both moved to stand beside the other four boys, arms
crossed, staring coldly.

Jack looked more angry than hurt, although Elliott suspected he was feeling
both. Standing there, covering up with both hands now, the Captain looked
truly pathetic. "The fuck's going on?"

"It's time to pay!" Ben said with barely-concealed rage. He put down the
phone and pressed a few buttons.

"I already paid, I did the run!" Jack insisted. He peered down at his feet
and said, "Oh what, you gonna penalise me for keeping my shoes on?"

Bryce smirked. "No, he doesn't mean pay for that!"

Jack frowned, confused. "Then pay for what?"

"Honestly Jack, the fact that you don't know is actually part of the
problem!" Elliott said, shaking his head. "You know what, I think it'll be
better if you figure it out for yourself."

"What the fuck are you talking about? Just give me back my fucking
clothes!" Jack demanded, fists clenched tightly. He was more than ready to
fight his way to Ben, even if it meant going through Elliott.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ben said, walking forward, the other
boys parting to let him through. He held out his phone. "I've got a video
titled 'Jack Hamilton's naked forfeit' ready to upload to YouTube with a
single press of a button. So unless you want the entire world to
see... little Jack, you should just do everything we tell you!"

Jack's jaw clenched. He wanted to play strong, to tell them to go fuck
themselves and upload the video, but his fear gripped him once
again. "Fine, whatever, I'll do whatever faggoty shit you're talking about,
just give me back my clothes!"

Ben smirked and shook his head. Normally Jack's insults hurt, but now the
tide had turned. The barbed words now seemed more like the desperate,
futile flailing of a doomed man. "You heard him, let's do this 'faggoty
shit' then. Turn around!" Ben ordered.

"Wow!" Jack exclaimed, "You really love butts don't you, butt-boy!"

As soon as Jack's back was turned, Bryce stepped forward and pulled both of
Jack's arms behind his back.

"The fuck!?" Jack exclaimed as he felt something cold on his wrists. As he
tried to pull them back, he realised he was cuffed. "Get these fucking
things off of me!" he demanded, turning round, so angry he simply didn't
care that they could all see his cock, shrivelled from fear.

Ben stepped forward and slapped Jack with a ferocity that even took his
cohorts by surprise. "You've gotta mind your language, boy!" Ben said
angrily. "From now, you swear, you get punished. Now shut up and follow
us!"

Ben turned and started walking away, followed by the others, leaving a
shocked and dazed Jack standing on the basketball court.

"Or stay there, I don't really care!" Ben called back.

Jack reluctantly followed, running up to the group and trying to remain in
the middle for fear of being seen. The other six may have seen him naked
now, but there was no need to let anyone else see him if it could be
avoided.

When they reached the parking lot, they headed for Jack's car, a sleek red
convertible that he had been given by his parents when he turned
seventeen. It was his pride and joy and nobody else was ever allowed to
drive it.

"Look, you've had your fun," Jack said, looking round nervously as he heard
cars passing by. "Now let me go and give me back my clothes!"

The other laughed, filling Jack with an ever-increasing sense of dread.

"You kidding? Our fun is just getting started." Ben teased. He opened the
passenger seat of Jack's car and said, "Get in!"

"Fuck off, only I drive it!" Jack insisted.

Ben shook his head. "What did I say about swearing? Put him over the hood!"
He said, instructing Lincoln and Aaron.

Jack found himself being walked to the hood of his car, then pushed down
onto it, his cheek pressing against the metal. "What are you..." he
started, but let out a yelp of pain before he could finish his question.

Ben stood swatting at Jack's bare rump with his hand, five hard smacks on
each. After the shock of the first swat, Jack remained silent, not wanting
to give the younger boy the satisfaction of hearing him in pain. When it
was done, he was allowed to stand up.

Ben offered him the door again and angrily, under the gaze of his six
captors, he got in. Elliott retrieved Jack's keys from the pocket of his
shorts and jumped into the drivers' seat, while Ben jumped into the
back. Bryce, Lincoln, Danny and Aaron all piled into Bryce's car and
followed as Elliott pulled out of the lot.

"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked Elliott as they drove. He hoped that
talking might distract him from the stomach-churning fear he felt every
time they passed anyone. He knew they could mostly only see that he was
shirtless, but even that was enough to send waves of humiliation through
him every time.

"Just... ugh, fuck Jack, you're fucking impossible!" Elliott complained,
shaking his head. "You're so caught up in yourself."

"You know I'll fucking kill you for this when it's over!" Jack
snarled. Suddenly, he felt hands come down over his shoulders.

Ben leaned forwards, sliding his hands down Jack's chest, a finger and
thumb grabbing each nipple and squeezing. He heard the older teen gasp and
pull away very slightly, but nowhere near as strongly as he knew he
could. "When this is over, I've got a feeling you'll be thanking him!" Ben
whispered in Jack's ear. He leaned forward and looked down. "Oh, and whadda
you know, I think I found your on switch!"

Horrified at his own reluctance to pull away, Jack looked down and saw what
Ben meant. His dick had not popped up to full erection, but it was
definitely showing signs of growth. He tried to argue back, but as the
young fingers continued to squeeze the sensitive nubs, he went totally
weak.

By the time the two cars reached their destination, Jack's cock had
finished swelling and now stood proudly at its full seven inches. Jack
wanted to cry. Being naked and handcuffed felt humiliating enough, but to
be aroused too. Nobody guy had ever seen him in the state before.

"Where are we?" Jack asked, looking up at the house they were now parked in
front of.

"My place," Ben said, jumping out of the car then opening the door for
Jack. "Don't worry, nobody's home so you don't need to worry about anyone
else seeing you... well not so long as the neighbours aren't looking. I'd
suggest you run!"

Jack peered round at the nearby houses nervously, then swung his legs out,
stood up and raced to the front door. As he ran, his erection slapped up
and down between stomach and leg, making him feel even more stupid and
exposed. Once he reached the door, he cowered in a corner, trying not to be
seen until his 'friends' arrived.

"He looked pretty keen to get inside!" Lincoln laughed loud enough for Jack
to hear as they all walked up the path, deliberately slow.

"He wouldn't be if he knew what was coming!" Bryce added.

"Just open the fucking door!" Jack demanded, then immediately regretted it.

The naked teen stood there, expecting to get turned around for another
spanking. Instead, what he got was a sharp slap to the balls from Ben. "No
swearing!" he snapped as Jack doubled over in pain. He reached across and
unlocked the door, pushed it open then led the still-moaning Jack in.

The house was much smaller than Jack's expansive home. His parents were
comfortably wealthy. By the looks of it, Ben's family weren't quite so well
off, but still seemed to be getting by okay. Jack occasionally looked round
at the boy. Jack knew what Ben's issue was with him, he had made the boy's
life hell almost from the day he came to Holmepoint High School. Jack had
been responsible for outing Ben, which had gotten the boy bullied quite a
lot from several sources, although Jack knew he was one of the worst.

"Make yourselves at home, guys!" Ben said with a sweet smile to the other
five young men following them in.

Bryce and Lincoln jumped onto the sofa, kicking off their shoes, while the
other three took some bags of supplies through into the kitchen as Ben
stood with Jack who was just beginning to recover from the ball-slap.

"So what's the deal then?" Jack asked wearily. "You all sit around, laugh
at me some more and then I'm free to go?"

"Something like that. Stay here, don't move!" Ben ordered.

Jack figured for now it was best to play along, so he remained where he had
been positioned, looking down and noting thankfully that without the
stimulation to his nipples, his cock was beginning to go down.

Ben returned several seconds later, carrying what looked like handcuffs,
but with a slightly longer chain.

Jack started backing away, Bryce and Lincoln peering at him over the back
of the sofa and laughing at his expression. "What's that?" he asked
nervously.

"Stand still!" Ben said, ignoring Jack's question.

"No, what are you doing?" Jack demanded, continuing to back away.

"Look!" Ben said sharply, lunging forwards. He grabbed Jack's balls and
squeezed, making the seventeen-year-old stumble back against the wall. "The
way this is going to work is that we will tell you to do things and you
will do them. If you refuse, if you resist or if you so much as question
us, your pathetic naked body goes all over the internet and you get more of
this!" Ben squeezed harder to emphasise his point.

Jack's eyes watered as he strained to hold back a yell. He simply nodded,
hoping Ben would take his acceptance as a sign to let go. Thankfully, the
vengeful fifteen-year-old did exactly that, releasing his grip.

"Now stay still!" Ben repeated, then knelt down in front of Jack. He
secured a restraint to Jack's left ankle, then to his right. "Okay, well
you're not going anywhere now, so let's get these off." He said, standing
up and turning Jack to get to the handcuffs. "Give us any reason not to
trust you and they go right back on. Understand?"

Jack nodded, moving his feet slightly. The short chain kept them less than
a foot apart. They would make walking difficult and running an
impossibility, not that he would anyway. There was no way he was stepping
out those doors without his clothes again and even if he did, he no longer
had the keys to his car and had no idea where he actually was. He had been
so distracted by Ben's hands on the way over that he had paid no attention
to their destination.

The other three returned from the kitchen, joining Bryce and Lincoln. Ben
sat with them too, then looked to Jack and called out, "Okay
slaveboy. Bring us some drinks. Soda for me!"

"I'll take a beer!" Bryce called out.

Jack stared, listening to their requests, mentally taking note and
considering telling them all to just fuck off. He resisted though, not
simply because that choice of words would have got him punished, but also
because he hoped that a few menial tasks done naked and they might get
bored, releasing him. Scowling, he shuffled off towards the kitchen. He
grabbed their drinks and carried them back through, handing them out
one-by-one.

It was absolutely humiliating to be standing there naked, serving drinks to
his juniors but he was determined not to give any of them another reason to
make things worse.

"Good boy, you're learning fast," Ben said, slapping Jack gently on the
rear as he passed the armchair the fifteen-year-old had occupied. "Now, I
want to put my feet up!"

Jack looked round for a footstool, but couldn't see any sign of one, then
looked back at Ben as the realisation struck him.

"That's right, boy. Down you go," Ben said, raising his legs.

Jack walked towards his tormentor, dropped to his knees then crawled into
place, feeling the feet come to rest on his back. Already red with anger,
Jack could feel himself blushing more as he realised the position he was
now in perfectly revealed his butt to the other guys. Still, it was better
than the alternative and potentially having to look at them. He began to
wonder how he could look any of them in the eye ever again.

As Jack continued to play the human footstool, the other six just chatted
and drank, mostly ignoring him. In a way, that almost felt worse. He didn't
want their ridicule, but at least when they did that they acknowledged his
existence. Being ignored, he truly did feel like part of the furniture.

They had Jack do a few more chores for them as they sat enjoying their
evening – more drinks, a bit of light cleaning, some exercises, nothing
too strenuous. Jack was beginning to think that things might be drawing to
a conclusion. Sadly, he couldn't have been further from the truth.

"So, who fancies a show?" Ben asked with a grin. He got a cheer from the
others while Jack simply looked terrified. "Stand over there," he
instructed the naked teen, pointing to a spot in the middle of the room.

Jack hesitated, but as soon as he saw Ben begin to move, he shuffled into
place.

"Good, now let's see you get hard!" Ben said casually.

"What? No way. Nuh-uh, not happening!" Jack said, shaking his head.

"Ah, this'll be good," Bryce whispered to Lincoln with a snigger.

"Are you... refusing to do as you're told?" Ben asked coolly. His
expression was neutral, but Jack could sense the danger he was in as the
younger boy stared at him.

"No, just... can't I do... something else? I can do more chores for you!"
Jack attempted to bargain, his hands subconsciously moving down to try and
conceal himself.

"So you ARE refusing. That's fine. We'll let you leave," Ben said.

"We'll what?" Bryce demanded, sitting up sharply.

"You... you will?" Jack stuttered, taking a few steps forward.

Ben grinned. "We will, but the handcuffs go back on and you won't be
getting your clothes or car back!" he explained as he stood up and headed
for the door. "So off you go then!" He opened the door and gestured for
Jack to leave.

Bryce and the other looked back and forth between the two. They knew that
Ben wasn't bluffing, he really would allow Jack to leave. They also knew
that there was no way he would do it.

"Fine!" Jack snapped. He grabbed his cock and started tugging at it in an
attempt to get an erection as he had been ordered.

Ben closed the door and sat back down, watching the older teen struggle for
several minutes. Through both a mix of nervousness and a lack of actual
arousal, Jack simply get get hard.

"Pathetic!" Bryce called out.

"Look at his limp little dick!" Aaron added.

"All hail the impotent Captain!" Lincoln taunted.

Jack could feel himself getting angrier and angrier at the comments and his
own body's refusal to obey his wishes. He could hardly believe he was
actually hoping to get hard in front of six guys, but here he was, tugging
away.

"Hey, you wanna see something fun?" Ben asked. "One of you go up and play
with his nipples!"

"No way!" Bryce refused. Secretly, he did want to get his hands on Jack,
purely to make him suffer, but he didn't want to look too keen.

"I'll do it!" Elliott said with a grin. He jumped up and approached Jack,
ignoring his contemptuous stare.

Jack took a step back and raised his hands to protect his chest.

"Nope, none of that!" Ben insisted, jumping out of his seat, handcuffs
ready.

Moments later, Jack was cuffed once again. This time though, Ben also
reached up and put a blindfold on him. Jack hated being cuffed again, but
found himself strangely grateful to have his vision obscured. Although it
made him feel much more vulnerable, he was now spared the laughing faces of
his teammates.

Elliot grabbed a nipple and gently rolled it between his thumb and
forefinger. The football star let out a low guttural groan completely
involuntarily getting hysterical laughter from the spectators. Elliott
reach up with his other hand, now squeezing both rigid nubs gently.

As Ben had expected, Jack's cock was immediately up to full size once
again. "Keep going!" he called out to Elliott who had a fairly sizeable
bulge of his own.

"Please stop," Jack whispered to his former friend, almost panting now.

Elliott simply laughed and continued. For several more minutes, the
nipple-play continued. Jack was lost in a haze of humiliation and
arousal. Being so turned on in front of the others would have been bad
enough alone, but for it be done at the hands of a guy was almost too much
for Jack to bear. Worst of all, he could feel something else building.

"Oh God, oh God no," Jack whimpered, his legs trembling as Elliott's
torture continued.

"Guys, I think he's about to..." Elliott started, but Jack erupted before
he could finish the warning.

With a high-pitched whimper, Jack felt his cock explode. A heavy burst of
cum shot out, flying several feet in front of him, landing just short of
Bryce's feet. The second shot reached almost as far, the third less than
that. Spurt after spurt continued to splat heavily onto the hard-wood
floor. Elliott stared at the erupting cock, but continued teasing his
friend's nipples.

Eventually, as the orgasm began to subside, Jack's legs finally gave
way. He feel to his knees, but without his hands to steady himself,
collapsed onto his side, cock still twitching.

Ben waved Elliott back to his seat, then stood over the naked teen. He
reached down and pulled off the blindfold, a slight smirk flashing across
his face as he saw a hint of wetness around Jack's eyes. He grabbed a
handful of hair and pulled Jack's head towards the nearest splatters of cum
on the floor.

"Look at his mess you've made. Clean it up!" Ben ordered.

"W... with what?" Jack asked breathlessly.

Ben reached down and grabbed Jack's face, squeezing his cheeks and making
his tongue pop out. "With that! And don't miss a drop!"

Jack was starting to think that leaving may have been the best idea. If he
had the strength right then, he might have got up and left, but the
hands-free orgasm had sapped his strength entirely. 'Maybe this is it,' he
thought to himself, 'Maybe after this they let me go!' He shuffled round,
not daring to look up at anyone.

He moved a little too far and felt wetness on his cheek, so moved back
slightly and started licking his spunk off the floor. He had never tasted
his own seed before. While it wasn't entirely unpleasant, the manner on
which he was tasting it was enough to make him retch. He licked up the
small puddle, then moved onto the next, working his way across the floor.

As he got to the last splatter, he could see the feet of his teammates
right in front of him. He still didn't dare to look up. Instead he just
licked it up and then called out, "All done!"

"Good, now kneel up!" Ben commanded.

Jack took a deep, shaky breath, then knelt up, finding himself face-to-face
with Bryce... who was holding out his phone. Jack's eyes widened with
shock.

Bryce laughed at the terrified older boy, kneeling there naked, embarrassed
and with remnants of cum smeared over his face. "You put on a good show!"
Bryce said, moving the camera in closer. "Something else for the Internet,
you know, if you misbehave!"

"You... you wouldn't..." Jack said, just about ready to cry.

"Oh I would!"Bryce said. "You know I'd love to. But I think I'd prefer
having you as my slave, so be a good boy," he said, then reached down and
unzipped his pants. He pulled out a semi-erect cock. "And give me a blow
job!"