Date: Fri, 14 Oct 2016 23:03:19 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 14

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 14


THEN

"Hiya," Jack said happily as he approached Elliott in the quad.

"Hi!" Elliott said back with a grin. "Where've you been?"

"I was asking round about the football team. Tryouts are tomorrow night!"
Jack said happily.

"Awesome. They're not gonna know what hit 'em!" Elliott said happily. The
two of them had been the star players on the Middle School team and they
were keen to do the same thing now. The smile quickly faded from Elliott's
face as Jack sat beside him. "Can I... talk to you about something?"

"Sure, whassup?" Jack asked, listening to his friend but taking in their
new surroundings. The High School seemed so alien to them and they were
still trying to take it all in.

"Erm, well, I was just... erm..." Elliott mumbled nervously.

Jack turned now, focusing his full attention on his clearly-nervous
friend. "El?" he asked sympathetically.

"It's just... lately... I've been thinking about... erm... us!" Elliott
said, cheeks beginning to burn bright red.

"Us? What about us?" Jack asked, beginning to look slightly nervous
himself.

"Well... about... erm..." Elliott continued stuttering.

He was cut off by the arrival of three older boys. At first glance, Elliott
guessed they were probably sophomores, all wearing letterman Jackets.

"You the guys who were asking about the football team?" the lead boy said,
staring down at the two freshman.

"Err, yeah. Jack Hamilton, pleased to meet ya!" Jack said, standing and
holding out his hand.

The football player looked at Jack's outstretched hand, then at his two
companions before the three of them burst into laughter. "Jack Hamilton,
pleased to meet you!" the guy said in a mocking tone.

Jack lowered his hand, blushing at the mockery. It wasn't something he was
used to. At Middle School, he had been the guy in charge, everyone loved
him, everyone respected him. Suddenly here he was, a small fish in a big
pond.

"Come with us!" the second boy ordered.

They turned and started walking away. Jack began following but looked back
as he saw Elliott still sitting. He gestured for him to come along, but
Elliott shook his head, looking scared.

"Elliott!" Jack hissed through gritted teeth. He didn't know what was about
to happen, but he knew he needed his best friend at his side to do it.

With a sigh, Elliott got up and the two younger boys caught up with the
others. They couldn't help noticing how everyone quickly backed away as
they marched down a corridor, seemingly terrified to get in their way.

"Wow!" Jack said, eyes widening as the scene played out before him.

As the three marched along, another freshman stood in their way, his back
to them, oblivious to their presence. The lead boy shoulder barged him,
spinning him round while the second did the same a moment later, sending
him flying to the ground.

"Move it, loser!" the lead boy snapped.

"Yeah, out of the way...." Jack said as firmly as he could manage, nudging
the prone boy as they walked past. He hesitated for just a moment,
contemplating what he was about to do, then added, "Faggot!"

The three older boys looked back at the sound of Jack's comment and
sniggered. "Ha, you learn quick, kid! Good job!" the lead boy said with a
grin.

As they continued walking, Elliott looked round at his friend,
frowning. "Faggot?" he asked quietly.

Jack looked torn. He could virtually feel the disgust coming off of Elliott
in waves but at the same time, the praise from the older boy felt
intoxicating. These guys clearly ruled the halls. Sure, it seemed they did
it differently to the way Jack had done it at his old school, but this was
it, his way back to the top.

"What?" Jack asked, shrugging at Elliott. "Just trying to fit in!"

---------

NOW

It seemed like sleep was never going to come for Jack. In a way, he should
have been feeling great. He had been threatened with eight hours of edging,
but had only received three. His balls were certainly grateful, but his
mind significantly less-so. The ordeal had only ended when he had
accidentally revealed that he had hurt Aaron on purpose.

The fact that he hadn't intended to seriously injure him didn't seem to
matter. All the others cared about was having something else to be angry at
Jack about. Angry really wasn't a strong enough word to describe their
feelings. Despite the fact that Jack had just assaulted him, it was Ben who
seemed to be holding back the others from really making Jack suffer for his
actions. The others had been ready to kick the crap out of Jack, but Ben
refused to let them. Instead, he had put Jack back in his chastity device,
told him to dress then allowed him to leave.

Without the use of his own car, it had been a long and terrifying walk home
from Lincoln's house. Every car that passed made Jack jump, terrified that
the others had ignored Ben and decided to get him anyway. Every siren he
heard in the distance made Jack cringe with fear at the possibility that
they were looking for him.

When he eventually got home, he had headed straight to his room, mostly
ignoring his family as they greeted him. They were surprised to have him
home for dinner, especially on a Saturday evening, but he joined them
anyway but barely spoke and hardly ate anything. Any time he was questioned
about what was wrong he simply insisted, "I'm fine!"

He had decided to try and go to sleep early. Everything he had been through
in the last week had been exhausting and he felt like he could sleep for
days, yet somehow it eluded him. He refused to turn the light on though as
he lay there awake. He knew the webcam on his computer revealed everything
that happened in his room to the others, so the privacy of darkness was
something he welcomed.

'Why?' he kept asking himself over and over. 'Why did you do it? Why did
you hurt him?'

'You know why!' he would occasionally tell himself. 'He humiliated you, he
deserved it!'

'He didn't deserve THAT. You ruined his fucking life!'

'He ruined yours first!' Jack thought angrily to himself.

'Oh what, so you got a bit embarrassed at school, HE MAY NEVER WALK AGAIN!'

'They started it!' Jack told himself. 'They started all of this. All of
them. Aaron may be the one who's suffering, but they all started this. They
did this to me, so whatever happens is on THEM!'

'Yeah!' Jack agreed with himself. 'I was just... living my life and
those... those faggots decided to fuck with me. Well I guess now they'll
learn, you fuck with Jack Hamilton, you're gonna suffer for it!'

Jack suddenly realised his fists were tightly clenched, each grabbing a
handful of bedding, his breathing deep and laboured. He loosened his grip,
forcing himself to calm down. If he allowed himself to keep getting that
angry, he was likely to do something stupid. As much as he wanted to go to
Elliott or Bryce or Lincoln and vent his fury, he knew it would only make
things worse.

'Just stick to being a good boy!' Jack told himself. 'Do what they say for
just a bit longer, they're bound to get bored of you eventually and end
this. They've got to! Now, just relax and go to sleep. Don't think about
them any more!'

Jack cleared his mind, shook the tension out of his arms and closed his
eyes, determined to sleep. It seemed to be working, he could feel himself
relaxing, the warm embrace of sleep creeping in closer and closer, until...

'Bryce's face when he found out I lied to him...' Jack suddenly
thought. 'He didn't even look angry, he just looked... disappointed. The
way he looked at me... oh God!' Jack felt like he had been punched in the
stomach.

'No. Stop that. Forget him. Sleep!' Jack thought firmly.

Again he relaxed, forcing thoughts of Bryce out of his head. Once more it
seemed to work, but then...

'Ben had a serious black eye, and the blood... why the fuck did you do
that? What, just cos he called you a fag? What the hell's wrong with you?
And then he defends you from the others. He's the one you hit? Way to go
Jack!'

'No, shut up. Just shut up!' Jack thought, raising his hands to rub his
face, letting the fingers of one hand run through his hair, coming to rest
under his head. "Right, sleep!" he muttered quietly to himself.

A few minutes of restful bliss were soon shattered by another stray
thought. 'What the fuck is Elliott's problem? Sure, the others I get, but
what's his fucking issue with me?'

'He's a fucking homo, that's what his issue is!' Jack told himself angrily,
as if simply being gay explained everything, like the entire gay community
had it in for him!

Jack paused again, this time losing himself in thought rather than trying
to force thoughts out of his head, thinking back...

'I wonder how long he's known. D'you think he knew back then?' Jack found
himself thinking. He flinched, not even wanting to think about the time his
mind was wandering back to. They had been the hardest years of his life and
he was in no hurry to re-live them.

'Ugh, whatever. Does it fucking matter why? He's just being a total cunt to
you. You've never let him beat you at anything, you're not gonna start
now. He won't beat you. D'you hear me Jack? He won't beat you, THEY won't
beat you. Just man up and deal with whatever gay shit they throw at
you. Who cares if they destroy your reputation. You built it once, you can
do it again if you have to!'

Jack smiled to himself, emboldened by his own resolve. He knew he was
right. He hadn't got to the top by chance, he had worked for it, fought for
it.... sacrificed for it.

'You can beat them all!' he kept repeating to himself until he eventually
drifted off to sleep.

---------

"HURRY UP JACK, OR WE'LL BE LATE!" Mrs Hamilton shouted up the stairs to
Jack, he third shout of the morning.

Jack had rolled over and gone back to sleep after being woken the first two
times but now he knew the tone his mother was using was more serious. He
jumped out of bed and quickly showered. He hated his Sunday clothes
usually, but after being dressed in revealing or embarrassing outfits all
week by his tormentors, the khaki slacks and white shirt were a welcomed
eagerly.

Although it had taken him a while to get to sleep, once he did he had slept
exceptionally well. That, along with the fact that he was not going to be
facing the others any time soon actually left him feeling quite refreshed
and positive about the day ahead.

He was last to the car, which traditionally meant he got stuck in the
middle seat between his two brothers. Davis, the elder of the three
siblings was standing with the door open, ready for Jack to hop in, before
squeezing in too. As he sat between nineteen-year-old Davis and
thirteen-year-old Willis, he found himself supremely glad that they were
too old and young respectively to be at the same High School as him. It was
bad enough having the whole school seeing his embarrassment, had his
brothers known too it would have killed him. He still felt awkward though,
as if they somehow knew. The same went for his parents in the front of the
car. Every time one of them looked at him, he felt like they could see
everything he had done.

Despite his paranoia, the car journey went as normal, the three siblings
squabbling over who had elbowed who or who was taking up too much space. As
was traditional, by the time they reached the church, both parents were
about at their wits' end. Mr Hamilton parked the car and they all piled
out, heading in the church. Despite Jack's tardiness, they were actually
early, so the three boys were allowed to wander off by themselves until the
service started while Mr and Mrs Hamilton mingled with some of the other
parishioners.

While Davis and Willis made a beeline for their own groups of friends, Jack
deliberately hid away in a corner, hoping to go unnoticed. There were far
too many students from his school who went to his church and he was eager
to avoid being seen by any of them.

"Well looky here!" a voice said snidely, a hand coming to rest on Jack's
shoulder, making him jump.

"What... Elliott?" Jack asked in shock, seeing his former friend standing
behind him, accompanied by Lincoln. "Lincoln? What are you guys doing
here?"

Back when this all began, Jack had been promised that he would be allowed
to go about his life as normally as possible, his tormentors not
interfering with family time or other unavoidable activities. That meant
Sundays should have been mostly off limits. On top of that, Elliott and
Lincoln's families were both protestant, so it made no sense for them to be
there.

"Come with us?" Lincoln ordered, gesturing to the restrooms.

"What, but... but Ben said... that... that you'd leave me alone when I'm
with my.. my family!" Jack stuttered, looking round nervously.

"Yeah, well I assaulting out friend kinda changed the rules, so shut the
fuck up and walk!" Lincoln hissed in Jack's ear.

Jack whimpered quietly. His resolve was still steeled from his
self-pep-talk the night before, but he knew he had no choice but to
comply. He walked off to the restroom, the other two following closely
behind. As they got inside, they checked to see that nobody else was there,
then Lincoln and Jack went into a stall while Elliott kept watch.

"Pants off!" Lincoln commanded.

With the two of them in the stall, it was cramped, but Jack complied, also
removing his underwear as Lincoln gestured to it. "Wh.. what are you
doing?" Jack asked nervously as Lincoln reached for the chastity device.

Lincoln didn't reply. He looked up briefly and grinned, then carried on
removing the restraint.

Once the cage was removed, Jack immediately felt himself begin to
swell. Fortunately, his fear kept it from growing a full-on erection.

"Turn around!" Lincoln commanded.

Convinced he knew what was coming next, Jack was quite surprised when he
felt a toy somewhat smaller than the replica of his own cock being inserted
into his hole. It took just a few seconds for him to remember the feeling
of the remote-control butt-plug that had been used on him earlier in the
week. He felt his cheeks beginning to burn bright red as he realised the
insertion had prompted the erection he had been holding at bay. He felt
Lincoln's hands grab his waist to turn him back round, not daring to look
down as his swollen cock came into view.

"Ha, perfect!" Lincoln whispered happily. He reached into his bag and
retrieved something else.

Jack looked down, but closed his eyes as he felt Lincoln's fingers wrap
around his shaft. It had been so long since he had cum, and he had spent so
much of that time painfully aroused that even the slightest touch was now
sending ripples of pleasure through him. He felt a tightness around the
shaft, shortly below the head prompting him to open his eyes and look down.

He stared in unpleasantly-aroused shock at the rubber ring around his
dick. From the angle he was looking, it just looked like a normal ring. It
was only when Lincoln squeezed something on the underside that Jack
realised it was more than that. It began to vibrate. It was quite gentle,
not really loud enough to hear, but strong enough to make Jack's knees
wobble.

"Oh shit!" he muttered.

"Now put these on!" Lincoln said, handing Jack his slacks.

Jack took them and looked on in dismay as he saw his underwear being
stuffed into Lincoln's bag. With the ring still buzzing away, he began to
dress, grateful that the plug in his ass had not also been activated.

Lincoln coughed a couple of times, apparently a signal as Elliott called
back, "You're clear!"

The stall door was opened and Lincoln stepped out, Jack close
behind. Elliott burst into laughter as he saw Jack. His erection snaked
across towards his left hip, blindingly obvious. Best of all, there was
already a tiny, but very visible wet patch forming at the tip.

"Oh God!" Jack said, staring at himself in the mirror. "You can't do
this. Please!" he begged.

Elliott stopped laughing, his face turning stern. "We can't?" he asked
angrily. "Really? Cos I was under the impression that we can do whatever
the fuck we want and you... you have to obey, unless you want assault
charges added to the list when you get arrested for rape! Wanna try it and
see what happens?"

Jack wanted to argue back, but he knew he would only anger his former
friend more. Instead he stared at the ground, putting his hand in his
pocket in an attempt to make the bulge less apparent.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" Elliott snapped. "Now get out there!"

Jack looked at the door, then back to the ground, heading out as
instructed. As soon as they were back into the communal area, he felt the
plug in his ass turn on. The vibrations caught him by surprise, his
already-wobbly knees almost giving way entirely. He let out an involuntary
whimper, prompting a few looks from the parishioners around him, but he
continued walking, ignoring their stares.

Needing to get off of his feet, he headed into the church and took a seat
on one of the pews around the area his family normally chose. While sitting
made the feeling of the butt plug more intense, it did allow him to hide
his bulge and the increasing wet spot more easily.

'They wouldn't do it, would they?' he asked himself. 'They wouldn't make me
cum in church, surely!' He sat there, dreading the possibility. It kept
playing out in his head, silence filling the room as the priest delivered
his sermon as Jack edged closer and closer to release. As humiliated as he
felt thinking about it, he couldn't deny the pleasure he was
feeling. Having not cum for several days, he also knew that when it finally
happened, it was going to be intense! 'They wouldn't!' he kept telling
himself.

Eventually, the church began to fill as families filled the rows of pews,
the Hamiltons more than a little surprised to find Jack already there.

Throughout the Mass, Jack didn't dare to look back and see where Elliott
and Lincoln had sat. He knew they were there though as the settings on the
butt plug kept changing, going from high to low at the most inconvenient
times. He figured they were quite close by as they seemed to be able to see
when he was getting close to release. Either that or they were just
insanely lucky as Jack continued to teeter painfully close to the edge
without actually going over.

As much as he hated being teased in that way, it was actually a relief as
the Mass came to an end and he hadn't been forced to orgasm. The thing he
was dreading now though was the walk back to the car. His erection was
still blindingly obvious, while the constant stimulation of the plug and
ring together had caused his wet patch to grow significantly.

Unsubtle as it was, he simply chose to keep his hands down in the way of
the incriminating evidence. As they began to file out of the church, Jack
stared down at the ground, convinced that if he made eye contact with
anybody that they would somehow figure out what he was hiding.

As they got outside, the cool morning air was quite a relief. Jack had
begun sweating towards the end of the sermon, an effect he was getting used
to when being edged, so it was nice to cool off. Just a short walk to the
car and he was free. The plug was currently turned off but walking was
making it move against his prostate and he felt like he could blow any
time. If he could get away in the car and out of range of the remote, they
wouldn't be able to tease him any further.

"Oh, Jack!" he heard a voice call out. He looked round to see the Priest,
approaching him and his family.

"Wonderful service today, Father Bernard!" Jack's mother said politely as
the priest approached.

'Fuck!' Jack thought as he stopped. "Yes... F... Father Bernard?" Jack
stuttered. His cheeks were flushing red. It felt bad enough to be hard and
aroused around his family, but having the Priest there too made it a
million times worse.

"I just wanted to say I heard about what happened to your friend," Father
Bernard said solemnly.

"Yeah, it... Aaaargh!" Jack yelped as the plug turned on at full
strength. His knees wobbled again and he staggered sideways into Davis.

"Jack, are you okay?" Father Bernard asked.

Jack steadied himself, doing his best to ignore the intense
vibrations. "Yes, I'm fine," he said weakly, clearing his throat. "Yeah,
Aaron... it was pretty bad."

The Priest, along with both of Jack's parents gave the teenager concerned
looks.

"Well I'll be keeping him in my prayers. With the Lord's blessing I'm sure
he'll be fine!" Father Bernard said with his usual optimism.

Jack barely heard the words. It felt like every muscle in his body was
clenching, trying desperately to hold back what he knew was about to
happen.

"FUCK!" Jack yelled out as his legs completely gave way. He dropped to his
knees as the orgasm ripped through him. His barely concealed cock began to
twitch and bounce in his slacks. Jack was gasping desperately as spurt
after spurt of cum filled his slacks. Any that didn't immediately soak
through dribbled down his legs to be soaked up by the fabric further down.

"Oh my word!" Mrs Hamilton exclaimed in shock.

By now, others were beginning to watch too. Mr Hamilton and Davis attempted
to help Jack up, but he pulled away from them, cowering on the ground as
his seemingly-endless orgasm went on and on. The vibrations of the two toys
seemed to be prolonging it even more. As it began to subside, the
vibrations grew increasingly torturous.

Jack looked up at the dozen faces staring down at him. To anyone looking,
it would appear as if Jack had simply wet himself due to the wetness down
his leg. He didn't know whether that was worse than having them know the
truth or better, but either way he simply had to get out of there. He
quickly jumped to his feet, pushed through the crowd and ran as fast as he
could. He gave no though to direction or destination, he just had to get
away as tears began streaming down his cheeks.

As soon as he was out of sight of the church, he reached into his slacks
and pulled off the ring on his cock, turning it off as he did so. Moving on
a little further to somewhere even more secluded, he loosened the trousers,
reached back and pulled out the plug. He actually considered putting them
in his pocket, worried about what Elliott or Ben might say about him losing
the toys, but changed his mind at the last moment, tossing them into a
nearby trash-can instead.

He started walking, but as he noticed more people in the street staring at
the wetness spreading down his leg he sped up into a run again. He had no
idea where he was going, everything around him was just a blur. He only
stopped when he was unable to run any more, his shirt drenched with sweat,
his hair matted to his head. He slowed to a walk and looked round.

With genuinely no idea where he had ended up, he found a quiet spot behind
a large building and dropped to the floor. He pulled his legs up to his
chest, folded his arms in front of him and rested his head on them. He felt
like he should cry again, but nothing happened, he just felt numb. He
remained sat there, long after the cum and sweat had dried up.

---------

"Oh my God, you didn't!" Aaron said in shock, looking across at Elliott and
Lincoln.

"Yeah we did!" Lincoln replied happily. "Then we sent him into the church
for the service!"

"You didn't make him cum in the middle of it, did you?" Danny asked with a
hopeful grin.

Elliott shook his head, smirking slightly. "Nope. Better!" he said
happily. When he got inquisitive looks, he explained what had happened.

"Fuck, that's nasty!" Aaron said, shaking his head with a half-smile. "Bump
it!" he said, raising his hand and clenching it.

Aaron had been wanting to fist-bump for just about anything that met his
approval that morning. He was rapidly regaining movement in all of his
limbs and he was absolutely ecstatic about it. Elliott grinned as he gently
reciprocated the gesture.

"So where is he now?" Danny asked.

"Fuck knows, he literally ran off crying!" Lincoln said happily.

Danny and Aaron exchanged confused glances. It sounded like Jack was
absolutely devastated and the others seemed more than a little gleeful
about it. Jack had been their plaything all week and most of them had had a
laugh or two at his expense, but Lincoln and Elliott now seemed to be
getting some kind of sadistic pleasure from what they had done to Jack.

"Don't you think... it was maybe a bit TOO mean?" Aaron asked, frowning.

"Seriously?" Elliott asked. "You're laying in hospital because of him and
you think humiliating him a bit is too mean?"

"Yeah I'm pissed at him, but this was an accident. He didn't mean for this
to happen!" Aaron said sharply.

This time it was Elliott and Lincoln's turn to exchange a glance. They had
not shared what Jack had confessed with Danny or Aaron. They feared what
might happen if they did. They had almost kicked the crap out of Jack
themselves. If Danny found out about it, he doubted anything would stop him
taking it out on Jack. While part of them wanted to see him suffer, they
knew that taking things that far would probably bring everything out into
the open and they would all be in the shit for what they had done to
Jack. Instead, they had vowed to keep it amongst themselves and just make
him pay in their own way.

"But what you did," Aaron went on. "It kinda seems like you're getting off
on it and if you are, well that just makes you even bigger dicks than Jack
ever was!"

Lincoln and Elliott looked ashamed at Aaron's words. Even though they knew
he would likely be saying very different things had he known the truth, his
comment still stung.

"You saying you think we should stop all this?" Lincoln asked sheepishly.

Aaron shrugged as much as he was able to. "I don't know. I still wanna see
him suffer and honestly, I'd like to see this 'nice' side of Jack Elliott's
talked about, but..." he sighed, looking at Danny.

"I guess we were just kinda talking and... well, we're not sure that
torturing him is really gonna get the outcome you want!" Danny explained.

"But if you..." Lincoln started, but Elliott raised a hand to halt him
before he could say any more.

"What, so you guys are out? Just like that?" Elliott asked. "You don't
wanna see him pay for what he's done?"

"Of course we do!" Danny snapped. "But... I dunno, how did you put it
before, Aaron?"

"I think in this case, if you fight fire with fire all you're gonna get is
a much bigger fire. You get what I mean?" Aaron asked.

"I guess I do!" Elliott replied. "Just... tell me this. Are you gonna try
to stop us from carrying on?"

Danny and Aaron looked at each other then simultaneously shook their heads.

"Good!" Elliott said. "I respect your decision, but I'm in this to the
end. Link?"

Lincoln looked torn, not about whether or not he was still in, but about
telling the other two the truth. He had been then one to argue most
strongly that they deserved to know, regardless of the consequences. With a
sigh he nodded gently and added, "Yeah, me too." He smiled meekly at Aaron
and thought to himself, 'I'll make him pay for doing this to you, bro!'

---------

Jack stood staring at the house. He had eventually decided he had to go
home at some point, so he figured he may as well get it out of the way. He
took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. On some level, he hoped
he could just walk in and act like nothing had happened, that his parents
would just go along with it, but he knew that simply wouldn't happen. He
knew they would be mad at him for embarrassing the family in front of their
Priest and other parishioners, he just had to hope it wasn't too bad.

Almost as soon as he was inside, his Mom appeared in the hallway.

"Mom, I... I'm sorry..." Jack mumbled.

Mrs Hamilton ignored the boy's stammered comments and rushed forward,
pulling him into a tight hug. "Where have you been? We've been worried
sick!"

"You're not mad?" Jack asked, pulling back slightly.

"Of course not. You... had an accident. It happens sometimes, you've got
nothing to be sorry about!" she said quickly, rubbing Jack's arm. "Come
on," she said, leading him into the lounge.

"Glad to have you home, son!" Mr Hamilton said from the armchair as he saw
Jack walk in with his mother.

"Thanks," Jack said sheepishly.

"So... what exactly happened?" Mr Hamilton asked cautiously as Jack sat
down.

"I dunno, I guess I was just... holding it in and.... and lost control,"
Jack explained, hoping they would believe he had just wet himself, despite
the slight stain on his slacks from the dried cum.

"Are you sure?" Mr Hamilton asked.

Jack blushed, wondering if the man suspected something else had been
afoot. "Y.... yeah!" he stuttered.

"It's just... you've been acting a little strangely all week!" Jack's Mom
said from her seat beside him.

Jack was torn, suddenly finding himself feeling a very familiar
sensation. He felt exactly like he had when he was sat in front of Mr
Wendell, deliberating whether to come clean. Suddenly he remembered the
moment Mr Wendell had walked back into the room with Elliott and Ben, his
breath catching in his throat. Surely that couldn't happen here, could it?
There was no way his parents could also be in league with his tormentors,
but then he never would have suspected they had a teacher on their side.

"Jack?" Mr Hamilton enquired as Jack sat in silence.

"No, everything's.... everything's fine!" he lied. They couldn't be on
Elliott's side, but he couldn't risk telling them anyway. Somehow things
seemed to get worse every time he went against Elliott's orders so he
simply had to obey them for now. He just had to get through whatever sick
and twisted things his former friend had planned and then he might be set
free!

"Are you sure?" Mrs Hamilton asked.

Jack hesitated for just a moment again, but eventually nodded.

"Okay, well you know where we are if you ever need anything!" Mr Hamilton
said with a warm smile.

"Thanks," Jack said, smiling weakly as he stood up and headed for the door.

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"JACK, YOUR FRIEND'S HERE!" Mrs Hamilton called from downstairs.

Jack sighed. He wondered who it might be. If it was Elliott, his Mom would
have just let him come up and enter Jack's room. Whoever it was, he was
likely in for some more torture or humiliation. Not wanting to keep them
waiting, he dashed out of his room and down the stairs.

"So who did that to you?" Jack heard his Mom asking just as Ben came into
view. One side of his face was bruised, the eye so blackened it had almost
swollen closed, his lip splt, a bright red scab formed on it.

"Oh, just... some bully at school!" Ben said, staring at Jack as he
approached.

"That's just awful!" Mrs Hamilton said, shaking her head. "Jack, I didn't
know there was a bullying problem at your school!"

Jack felt like his mother had just stabbed a knife right through his
heart. He couldn't speak. Between seeing Ben and hearing his mother's words
he wanted to just turn around and throw up.

"Don't worry, it's all in hand!" Ben said with a slight smile.

"That's good then. Are you coming in?" she asked, stepping aside.

"Actually I was hoping Jack might want to come out for a while," Ben said
politely.

Mrs Hamilton glanced round at the clock, then at Jack. "Don't stay out too
late. It's a school night and you've been out quite late a few times
already this week!"

"Okay Mom," Jack said with a gentle nod. He quickly slipped on his sneakers
and headed out the front door with Ben.

The two teens walked in silence for several minutes. Every now and then,
Jack turned to Ben as if to speak, but words failed him. Eventually he
worked up the courage to say, "I'm sorry, for... for that!" he said,
pointing to Ben's injuries.

"I hate you," Ben said, his tone calm, almost serene.

"I... I..." Jack stuttered.

"You can't be surprised at that!" Ben said, glancing round at the older
teen. "You outed me, bullied me, nearly killed my friend and now this. How
could I possibly not hate you?"

"Good point," Jack agreed.

"So I want you to tell me something. If I hate you, if everything you've
ever done has given me reason to hate you, if you continue to spout
your... your hate for gays and minorities and just about everyone who isn't
you... why don't I want to hurt you?" Ben asked.

"I don't know. Why?" Jack asked, feeling as belittled as he was confused.

"No, I'm genuinely asking you. I want to know because I don't fucking
understand it. I hate you and I have this power over you and yet I still
can't bring myself to hurt you, not in the ways you've hurt me before. How
can that make sense?"

"I don't know!" Jack repeated.

"And if you can hurt me the way you do, what does that say about me? Am
I.... so awful that I deserve to be treated like that? Do you really hate
me that much? Again, I'm really asking you this because it's all I keep
thinking about and it's driving me insane." Ben went on, beginning to get
more and more worked up as they walked casually along.

"I... don't..." Jack stammered.

"You don't know, right, I got that!" Ben said shaking his head. "So what do
you know, Jack? Do you even know why you do the things you do?"

Jack stopped, considering the question. After a few more steps, Ben stopped
and looked back at him.

"Let me guess, you don't know that either!" Ben said, beginning to get
visibly annoyed.

"Look, what d'you want me to say?" Jack demanded, taking a step towards the
younger boy.

"I don't know!" Ben said back in a mocking tone.

The two stood staring at each other, Jack looking down at the shorter teen.

"Ugh, whatever, just... follow me!" Ben said, turning round and walking
away quickly.

Jack followed along behind the angry boy until he turned off the path into
side street, moving behind a dumpster.

"On your knees!" Ben said, pointing the ground in front of him as he began
to unzip his jeans.

Jack obeyed, dropping to the ground and watching as Ben pulled out his
cock.

"Now suck it!" Ben snapped. He wasn't even remotely hard yet and wasn't the
slightest bit horny, he just felt like he needed to make Jack do something.

Jack took the flaccid cock into his mouth, sucking on it gently, running
his tongue around the head. He kept going for a few minutes, the boy not
getting and harder. He heard a sniff from above him, but carried
on. Gradually the sniffing grew louder and louder, so he let the boy's cock
drop from his mouth and looked up.

Seeing Ben was crying, Jack asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"I NEVER SAID STOP!" Ben snapped furiously, grabbing a handful of Jack's
hair and pushing the older teen's face back onto his cock. "Yeah, go on,
suck it. Suck the faggot's dick. How does that feel?"

Jack was beginning to get scared, not for his own safety, but for Ben. The
boy was clearly distressed.

"Oh forget it!" Ben said, pulling Jack off and stepping aside, tucking his
still-soft cock back into his pants. He raised a hand to his cheek, wiping
a tear off with the back of his hand.

"Ben, what's wrong?" Jack asked, standing up, moving on front of the
younger boy.

"Oh, like you fucking care!" Ben snarled.

"I... I do!" Jack stuttered, surprised to realise he was telling the truth.

"Ugh, forget this!" Ben said, wiping away the final tears. "You've made me
cry enough. Not any more! I thought maybe you could give me some answers,
help me understand some of this shit, but you're as clueless as I am so I'm
done. Next time everyone wants to kick the crap outta you, I'm letting
them! Go home, Jack!"

As Ben started marching off back onto the main street, Jack caught up to
him and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him round. "Ben, wait!"

"WHAT?"he demanded angrily, pulling free of Jack's hand.

"I... I don't... hate you!" Jack said shakily.

"Then what? You spent the last year just..." Ben started, put paused, lips
pursed tightly, shaking his head, breathing heavily, completely unable to
speak.

'TELL HIM!' a voice was screaming in Jack's head. 'JUST TELL HIM!'

The two stood in awkward silence for several seconds before Ben shook his
head once more and turned around again, walking away. This time, Jack let
him go.

---------

Following his confusing encounter with Ben, Jack had gone home and gone
straight to his room. It was getting late and he had heard nothing else
from his tormentors so he figured they were done with him for the day. He
was thinking of going to sleep when he heard his phone buzz.

[Go to chaturbate.com and log in with username SlaveBoyJack, password
Jackisgay] It was from Elliott.

Jack stared at the message, reading it a few times. It was not a site he
had ever been on, but he had heard of it, so he knew what Elliott was
leading up to. He briefly considered going to sleep and pretending he
hadn't seen the message, then he remembered Elliott was probably already
watching him. With a sigh, he jumped off his bed, satin his desk chair and
logged into the site as directed.

[Good, now start broadcasting!] Elliott messaged.

Jack clicked the button and watched as a window popped up, showing himself
sitting there in his chair. Immediately he had four viewers. Based on the
screen names he figured it was likely Elliott, Ben, Lincoln and Bryce. A
few moments later, a fifth viewer appeared in the list. The screen name
gave little away but he figured it was maybe Danny.

[Smile for the camera!] Lincoln commented.

Jack stared straight down the camera and attempted to smile, but it came
out as more of a grimace.

[Let's see if we can get you some more viewers. Take your shirt off!]
Elliott commanded.

A quick glance showed that Jack had already attracted a few more viewers,
making him immediately uncomfortable at the thought of removing his
clothes. In a way this should have been easier than stripping on stage. At
the club there were hundreds of guys and they were right in front of him,
yet here he was simply faced with a monitor and a list of names. He quickly
figured it was about the anonymity. At the club, his identity was concealed
by the mask while the guys watching were visible. Here, his identity was
exposed while it was his viewers who remained unseen.

[NOW!] Elliott added after Jack hesitated for several seconds.

Jack glanced once more at the increasingly long list of viewers as he
pulled off his shirt. Twenty people were now watching him.

[Play with a nipple!] Lincoln ordered.

Jack placed a hand on his stomach and slid it upwards until his fingers
grazed the sensitive mound. He shuddered slightly, a mix of nerves and
pleasure. He felt his cock twitch a little from the stimulation. His
arousal made him feel even more awkward as he realised it was likely to be
on show very soon.

[Both of them now!] Lincoln added.

Jack raised his other hand, one now on each nipple. Thirty viewers.

Other comments started coming in from the other viewers. Some saying hi,
others making requests or demands. Jack ignored them all, focusing solely
on the words of his owners. Despite the profuse blushing and the increasing
feeling of unease, Jack was soon rock hard. One slight positive slipped
into his mind – he was likely to be playing with his cock soon,
something he had not been able to do for far too long! Admittedly it would
be with an audience of fags and perverts, but to actually feel his own
fingers wrapping around his boner again would be incredible.

[Okay, stand back and drop your pants!] Elliott commanded. His order got
several messages of support from other viewers.

The audience had just hit fifty as Jack stood and pushed his chair aside,
taking a couple of steps back to give a full view. His hands trembled as he
reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly. Next he popped open the buttons
on his pants one at a time. The chat room was going crazy with the excited
comments and cheers. By the time Jack's pants hit the floor, he was nearing
seventy-five viewers.

Stepping out of the pants and re-taking his seat, Jack scanned the chat for
anything from his owners.

[Seventy-five viewers!] Ben had said moments earlier.

[You're on page one of the male cams!] Bryce had added.

Jack was tempted to disconnect the camera, to jump into his bed and
hide. Screw the consequences, it couldn't be any worse than this
humiliation, could it? Then he remembered some of the things that had
already been done to him. They really could be worse and he had no doubt
that disobedience at this point would be dealt with harshly. Once again he
reminded himself of his earlier determination to see this through, to obey
his 'masters' until they freed him.

[Look how hard you are!] Lincoln commented.

[Why so hard showing off to a bunch of guys, huh boy?] Elliott asked.

Jack gulped. It was a good question, one he wanted to ignore but he knew he
wouldn't be allowed. He reached for the keyboard and started typing.

[Don't type it. Say it!] Elliott quickly commented.

[But they might hear me!] Jack said, referring to his family in their
nearby rooms.

[Guess how many fucks I give about that!] Elliott replied. [Now answer the
fucking question!]

"I..." Jack croaked, his mouth suddenly dry. He cleared his throat and
tried again. "I'm just horny and I... I like playing with my nipples!" he
said, barely louder than a whisper.

[Are you sure it's not because you get to show off for all these guys?]
Lincoln teased.

"Yeah I'm sure!" Jack insisted.

[Cos that'd be disgusting, right?] Ben asked, referring to the way Jack had
previously described the boy's sexuality.

"No!" Jack said quickly. "I'm just... not gay!"

[Dude, you look pretty gay!] another viewer commented.

[And you're putting on a show for a lot of gay guys!] another added.

[Make $$$ at home today, click the link for more info!!!!1!1!!] another
said.

"I'm not gay!" Jack said, louder than he intended.

[Shut up fag and lose the underwear!] someone commented.

[Do it!] Elliott immediately added.

Now more angry than embarrassed, Jack stood up sharply, almost knocking
over his chair and pulled down his underwear, kicking it aside. His cock
sprang free, pointing skywards, begging to be touched.

The chat went wild once more, viewers now in the triple figures.

[Sit down and calm down!] Bryce sent.

Had it been from anyone else, it likely would have riled him more, but as
Jack read it, he pictured himself in bed with Bryce once again. "Calm down,
it's okay!" he imagined the muscular teen whispering in his ear as he
rested his head on the younger teen's chest. He closed his eyes for a
moment as he imagined it and let out a contented mew before sitting back
down.

[Who wants to see him stroke it?] Lincoln asked.

The viewers continued to flood in. By the time the comments replying to
Lincoln slowed down, it was up to a hundred and fifty, all apparently very
much in support of the idea.

[You heard them. Get stroking!] Lincoln sent.

Jack's mind raced as he wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. His
cock felt amazing in his hand, he absolutely loved jerking off and it was
one of the things he had missed most during his ten days of servitude. On
the other hand, having so many strangers watching him do something that
had, until recently, been done in solitude was making his stomach
churn. Thankfully though, it did nothing to soften his throbbing cock.

[Hey Jack, tell your audience when you last shot a load!] Lincoln taunted.

Jack stared down the camera, looking downright furious.

[I gave you an order!] Lincoln said when Jack remained silent.

"This morning!" Jack said, looking down at the keyboard.

[And where were you?] Lincoln asked.

"At church," Jack replied.

[Tell us what happened!] Lincoln insisted.

Jack's fists clenched, his stomach churned and felt like he could throw up
thinking about it again. "I shot my load... in my pants... in front of my
family and the priest!" he explained, trying to sound detached and
indifferent, but the wavering in his voice making it clear how distressing
it was.

Once more the chat room went into a frenzy, some saying he was sick, others
saying it was amazing, many saying they wished they could see it! Since
getting naked, the viewing figures had shot up well into the three
hundreds.

[Wow, keep going like this and you'll be the top cam on the site!] Ben
said.

[If we want that to happen, we should probably spice it up a little!]
Elliott added. [Go look in your underwear drawer!]

Jack looked quickly round at the dresser, then back at the screen for a
moment before standing up. His cock bobbed about in front of him as he
walked, the viewers clearly appreciating the great view of his ass. He
pulled open the drawer and saw nothing but socks and underwear. Knowing
Elliott wouldn't have sent him over for nothing, he dug a little deeper
until he found what he was looking for – it was a dildo, one of the ones
made from the mould of his own cock, accompanied by a bottle of lube. He
grabbed it and looked back to his desk.

'I can't do this!' he thought to himself. 'Not with all those people
watching. I just can't!' He looked down. His cock was throbbing. 'What the
fuck's wrong with you?' he thought at his own penis in frustration.

He slowly made his way back and sat down in the chair.

[Show us what you've got] Lincoln requested.

Reluctantly, Jack held up the toy. Five hundred viewers.

[Put it side-by-side with your own cock] Elliott ordered.

Jack leaned back in his seat and held the dildo along with his own
skyward-reaching cock. It was immediately obvious that the two were
identical.

[That's right, gentlemen. We are about to watch him LITERALLY fuck
himself!] Elliott declared excitedly. [Lube it up, boy!]

Jack squirted out a little lube and began stroking it onto the silicone
replica. It was bizarre how similar it felt to his own tool, the main
difference being the temperature. The toy was cold to the touch compared to
his warm, throbbing dick.

[Okay, legs up on the desk. Let's see that hole!] Lincoln ordered.

Jack shuffled down in his chair, the paused. Somehow the thought of having
them see his hold was even worse than allowing them to see the rest of
him. It was like the very last private part of his body and he was about to
lose that privacy too. Not wanting to risk getting another repeated order,
Jack raised his legs, resting his ankles on the desk.

Eight hundred viewers.

[Congratulations, Jack. You're currently the number one cam on the site!]
Ben announced.

[Get that toy inside you. I want a thousand!] Elliott demanded.

Now shaking all over, Jack moved the toy down, pressing the head of it
against his hole. Involuntarily, he clenched. He took a few deep breaths to
try and relax himself as he began pushing it in. He let out a gentle moan
as it began to slide inside him.

On the show went, Elliott and Lincoln giving their orders, the viewers
getting more and more excited as Jack grew increasingly humiliated by how
own arousal. While he continued fucking himself, his masters had him
alternating between playing with his cock and teasing his nipples.

The need to cum was growing. It was nothing compared to how he had felt the
previous day, after days of denial and hours of edging, but still the need
was there.

[Do you want to cum?] Elliott asked.

"Yes!" Jack replied immediately, rapidly passing the point of caring how
embarrassing the situation was.

[Then beg for it!] Elliott replied.

"Please let me cum," Jack requested.

[Nah, not good enough. I don't believe you want it yet. Fuck yourself
faster and really tease those nips!] Elliott replied.

Jack let out a low groan, knowing that the commanded actions would push him
closer to the edge, but weren't likely to take him over it. He had learnt
that a few nights earlier when he had tried to make himself cum.

The audience, now well over twelve hundred was loving every second. The
smooth, young jock pleasuring himself for their entertainment, completely
at the command of the two viewers, every few seconds came a message telling
Jack that someone had cum from watching him. Jack tried not to read the
messages, but it became almost a compulsion. Was hearing about the other
guys cumming holding him back from release, or pushing him closer to it? It
was getting harder and harder to tell.

[Ready to beg yet?] Elliott asked after ten more minutes.

"Yes. Yes Sir. Please, please let me cum, please I need it!" Jack
begged. He wasn't putting on a show or just saying what Elliott wanted to
hear, the pleading was genuine.

[Much better. Okay then, you may jerk off for ten seconds. If you haven't
cum by then, stop!] Elliott commanded. [And go!]

Jack didn't waste a second. He thrust the dildo in hard and fast while his
other hand pumped away furiously on his cock. His moans became desperate
whimpers as he felt the orgasm nearing.

[Time's up!] Elliott said, prompting Jack to stop for fear of the
repercussions of disobedience.

"No!" Jack whimpered.

[Don't worry, we're not stopping!] Elliott replied. [Keep going. Dildo and
nips!]

Jack resumed his self-teasing, wanting more than anything to just grab his
cock and shoot.

Several more minutes passed before Elliott said, [Okay, ten seconds
again. Go!]

Again Jack jerked off frantically. Again he fell short of reaching his
goal. Over and over Elliott had him try and fail. The naked teen was
drenched with sweat, panting and whimpering.

[Okay, one more try! Go!] Elliott eventually ordered.

Jack's arm was exhausted, but he moved it as quickly as he was able to. The
orgasm was so close, he had to do it this time. He counted down in his
head. Ten. He had to cum. Nine. Think sexy thoughts. Eight. Riding
Bryce. Seven. Oh yes, that's it. Six. Feeling Bryce inside you. Five. His
arms around you. Four. His mouth on yours. Three. His cock shooting inside
you. Two....

"YES!" Jack called out excitedly as his cock erupted into a spectacular
fountain of cum. After he had drained himself earlier in the day, he was
amazed he had anything left in the tank, let alone such an impressive
amount. Spurt after spurt shot into the air, splattering down across his
body, his arms, his legs and even his desk.

The audience, now numbering around fifteen hundred, went wild. The comments
were coming in so fast they were impossible to read. Jack just sat there,
his cock still twitching, dildo still inside, attempting to catch his
breath.

'Fuck, that was incredible!' Jack thought to himself, tiredness starting to
spread through his whole body. 'Even with all those guys watching, that was
awesome. Or... was it BECAUSE they're watching. Admit it, you liked the
stripping and now enjoyed this!'

Jack wanted to tell himself he was wrong as he sat there watching the
number of viewers gradually decline now that the cum shot was out of the
way, but he couldn't even bring himself to argue. Perhaps it had been good
because of the circumstances, maybe it was because he was so horny from
everything that had been done to him that week. He simply didn't have the
energy to care.

"May I go?" he asked quietly.

Amongst the still rapidly-moving chat room, he managed to see Elliott's
permission to leave. He signed off, briefly considered a shower but instead
chose to just wipe himself down, then flopped into bed. He was asleep in
seconds.