Date: Tue, 25 Oct 2016 21:43:36 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 16

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 16

THEN

Jack looked round the locker room nervously. This was always the worst part
about practice, getting changed afterwards. Thankfully most of the team had
already headed off to the showers, something Jack always skipped. Seeing
the coast was clear, Jack quickly pulled off his jersey and reached for his
t-shirt.

"Jack, can we talk?" Elliott requested, suddenly appearing round the
corner.

Jack let out a yelp and jumped, dropping his t-shirt. He quickly scrambled
to grab it, holding it up against his body. "Fuck's sake El, don't sneak up
on me like that!"

"Well you keep avoiding me, so this seems like the only way I get to talk
to you," Elliott replied with a slight pout.

"I'm not... avoiding you," Jack said unconvincingly, turning round to
quickly pull on his t-shirt.

"Whatever, just wait for me outside so we can talk, okay?" Elliott
requested.

Jack sighed and nodded. After he finished changing, he waited out in the
car park near Davis' car. Jack couldn't wait until he was old enough to get
his licence. He didn't dislike his brother, in fact as big brothers went,
Davis was always pretty cool, but it was tiresome relying on him to get
anywhere.  It was only a few minutes before Elliott followed him out.

"I thought you might have run off again!" Elliott said with a slight
snigger.

"Whadda you want Elliott?" Jack asked moodily.

The smile dropped from Elliott's face. "It's... well... erm..."

"Geez, spit it out ya fag!" Jack said beginning to get frustrated.

"That!" Elliott said sharply. "That's what I wanna talk to you about. The
way you've started talking to people, the... the gay-bashing and... and the
casual racism... it's.... it's not you!"

"Ugh, what are you, a fag-lover or something? Get over it, I don't mean it,
they're just words!" Jack said defensively.

"Then... choose different words. I don't get why you're being like this,"
Elliott said gently, wanting to sound supportive rather than judgemental.

Jack quickly looked around the parking lot, ensuring nobody else from the
team was lingering nearby before moving in close to Elliott. "Look, if you
tell anyone else this, I swear I'll kill you, but... Craig said he's chosen
me!" Jack said in barely more than a whisper.

"For... what?" Elliott asked, wondering why Jack was being so secretive
about it.

"For team captain, like not just JV Captain, but full-on varsity team
Captain! Him and the Coach have seen what I can do and they want me to take
Craig's place after he graduates!" Jack explained excitedly.

"That's awesome but... that doesn't explain..." Elliott trailed off.

"They said I have to prove myself, to them, to everyone. You've seen this
place, you've seen the way they all are with Craig. He fucking rules this
place. I gotta show them that I have what it takes off of the field as well
as on it. So if that means I have to hurt the feelings of a few queers,
then I'm fine with that. I gotta be Captain again!" Jack said sharply. He
didn't look entirely comfortable with it,. but he had a look of
determination in his eyes Elliott had rarely seen before outside of a major
football game.

"But why do you..." Elliott started.

"Look, I get it, you've always been, I dunno, the sensitive one of us so I
know this shit'll bother you but... how about this? I do what it takes to
make it to Captain then once I'm there, I can, like, change things from the
inside." Jack said with a confident smile.

Elliott knew how stubborn Jack was. Outright changing his mind was
virtually impossible, so this concession was probably about as much as he
could hope for, so he smiled and nodded back.

---------

NOW

"Where are we going?" Jack asked, attempting to sound calm, but his tone
virtually dripping with resentment.

"What?" Bryce asked, suddenly shaken by the broken silence.

"I said where are we going?" Jack repeated. "It's just that we've been
walking for ten minutes already and we've basically gone in a big
circle. So are we actually going somewhere?"

Bryce shook his head silently.

"Then what are we doing?" Jack demanded, stopping.

"I wanted to talk to you," Bryce replied, stopping a few paces ahead but
avoiding looking back.

Jack huffed and shook his head. "You know, that tends to work better when
you... you know, actually talk!" he replied sardonically.

Bryce nodded and turned, finally looking at Jack. He looked terrible. Hair
messed up, face pale, eyes withdrawn, shoulders slumped, yet at the same
time, standing there in his tiny shorts, powerful legs on show, muscles
rippling through his tight t-shirt, he also managed to look amazing. "That
wasn't supposed to happen!"

Jack shrugged slightly, not quite following.

"The things they were doing... or going to do, I mean. I knew they'd turn
on you, I just never thought they'd take it.... that far!" Bryce explained.

Jack sighed. "It was you, wasn't it. It was because of you that they held
back that long, wasn't it?" Jack asked. It was a tough question for him to
ask. Keeping the team under control was the one thing he had managed to do
during all this craziness. The way that had backed down from him after
their initial uprising had been the one glimmer of hope that Jack had
remained some semblance of his old life. Now though, even that had been
taken away from him too.

Bryce nodded gently. "Yeah, that day, in the showers... they... they wanted
to hurt you Jack. I mean, like, really hurt you."

"And you stopped them?" Jack asked.

Bryce nodded once more.

"And you scared them back into line afterwards, didn't you?" Jack continued
probing, everything suddenly making so much more sense.

Bryce's eyes dropped to the ground as he nodded again.

"I can't believe I was so stupid. I really thought... I just... ugh, it
doesn't matter, it's all gone now. I'm not Captain any more!" Jack
said. The words tasted sour as he spat them. It felt like a totally alien
concept to him. Since beginning High School, being Captain had been his
goal, and once he achieved it, his life. Not having it any more simply
wouldn't compute.

"I'm sorry, Jack. It's just earlier, when we fought I was so... pissed at
you. I just went and told them to do what they like. When I saw the rest of
the team coming out early and a couple of them mentioned what Trent and
Evan were planning, I had to come back. I didn't want you to get hurt, but
I... I just wanted you to suffer," Bryce explained.

"Yeah, I think there's a lot of that going around!" Jack replied
bitterly. Despite his anger and frustration, he couldn't help himself
feeling bad as he saw the obvious distress on Bryce's face. "Thank you,
though... for helping me, all the times you did. Out of everyone in the
school, you were probably the last person I would have ever expected to do
that, but I'm glad you did."

Bryce smiled weakly. "Yeah, and you're the last person I ever expected to
want to help, but... you're welcome."

Jack attempted to smile back, but it was visibly forced, there was still
too much going on in his head for anything even remotely close to genuine
happiness to come through.

The two stood staring at each other for a couple of minutes. Both had more
to say, but it was all caught up in a haze of pain and confusion. Their own
feelings were so jumbled that they couldn't even begin to understand them,
let alone put them into words.

It was Jack who broke the silence again. He looked back in the direction of
the school and said, "Are the others waiting there for us?" When Bryce
nodded, he added, "We should probably go then, I know Ben and Elliott were
talking about going to the club again tonight." He started walking again.

"Wait, what?" Bryce asked, jogging briefly to catch up with
him. "You... well, we kinda figured we should, I dunno, give you the night
off or something."

Jack scoffed and shook his head. "I've just had what was probably the worst
day of my life. I've been... mocked and taunted and teased, I've been
stripped of something I spent years working for and the guys who were
supposed to be loyal to me just turned on me and tried to gang-rape
me. Honestly, nothing could be worse than that, so I'm gonna go along with
whatever shit those two have dreamt up, because I may as well at least make
some money out of this shitty day!"

Jack's words cut deep into Bryce, knowing that he had been partly, or
mostly, the cause of a large amount of the things Jack had just listed. The
worrying part was the cold detachment in his voice when he spoke. "Okay,
that's fair enough," Bryce replied nervously as he followed Jack along.

---------

They had all gone for dinner after leaving the school but the atmosphere
had remained tense. Throughout the meal, Danny was the only one who really
spoke a significant amount. After spending so much of the last few days at
the hospital with Aaron, who had spent a large amount of that time resting,
Danny had been deprived of social activity and was just glad to be around
people again.

Ben occasionally spoke up too, attempting to brighten the mood with the
cheerfulness and optimism that had begun to shine through in the last
week. Elliott seemed to be avoiding talking to anyone now, not just
Jack. Lincoln joined in now and then, blissfully oblivious to most of the
drama going on between the others.

By the time the meal was over and Danny announced he was going back to the
hospital to check in on Aaron, the tension was so thick in the air you
could virtually cut it with a knife. A couple of them attempted to suggest
the same thing as Bryce, about letting Jack have a night off, but the stern
glare they got back from him soon made them back down.

Soon enough, they were all piled into one car heading towards the
club. They were in their usual seats, Elliott driving, Ben beside him,
Lincoln, Bryce and Jack in the back with Jack in the middle. Unlike the
last time they came to the club, Jack was both dressed and not being
teased. It made the journey seem to take so much longer.

About half way there, Bryce noticed slight movement beside him. Discretely,
Jack's hand shifted back a little, making it's way onto the younger teen's,
their fingers linking together and holding tightly. Bryce looked to the
side, smiling slightly but Jack didn't respond, instead keeping his eyes
focused straight ahead on the road.

As usual, Isaac was there to greet them all on their arrival. He looked a
little taken aback as he saw the group, looking significantly more sombre
than usual. "Everything okay guys?" he asked hesitantly.

All eyes turned to Jack who just shrugged and said, "Yeah, fine. What you
got for me?"

"Well all I had was an opening on the main stage if you wanted to put on a
show, although Mondays are pretty quiet out there, especially this early,
but one of my guys just called in to say he can't make it. He was supposed
to be entertaining a group of guests I've got coming. They're really
generous tippers if you can impress them, but... well, they can get rough."
Isaac explained.

"Whatever. If it's good money, I'll do it!" Jack said with a shrug.

"I'm not kidding, Jack. They've broken some of my toughest and most
experienced guys before. You sure you're up for it?" Isaac asked, placing a
hand on Jack's arm.

"I can take it!" Jack replied with a scowl, then glanced round at the
others and added, "I can take anything, I'm the toughest fucker you've ever
met!"

Isaac chuckled. "If you say so. Well you'll be in the same room as last
time. They're not due for another half hour, but your partner's in there
already."

"Partner?" Jack asked.

"Yeah, they want two of you for.... well, you'll see!" Isaac said, smirking
a little as he headed back to his office. Just as the teens began walking
away, Isaac peered back out and added, "By the way, don't forget our rules
on discretion. Anything, or anyone, you see in that room tonight stays in
the room. These guys are really valued customers but they need to remain
discrete, so none of you had better fuck it up!"

The group nodded their understanding of Isaac's warning, then headed to the
designated room, grabbing a mask for Jack on the way. While Jack went
straight into the main area, the others veered off into one of the viewing
rooms, a couple of them wishing Jack good luck but getting nothing in
response.

As Isaac had advised, the other guy taking part was already in the room. He
turned as he heard the door open, revealing a very familiar face.

"Oh, hi!" Jack said in surprise. "Felix, right?"

Felix looked confused as he nodded. "Yeah, have we..."

"Oh!" Jack said, realising what was causing the confusion, his mask. "From
the auditions. I was the cowboy!"

A broad grin spread over Felix's face. "Oh yeah, cowboy Jack. So you got
the job then?"

"Yeah," Jack replied with a nod, but not returning the smile. "You too, I
guess!"

Felix chuckled. "Yeah. I caught your show. Hot stuff mate, seriously!" He
looked Jack and up and down for a moment, eyes narrowing at the choice of
outfit.

Jack felt himself blushing. "Thanks," he said shyly, particularly as he
remembered his friends could probably hear the whole conversation. He
looked to the mirror for the room they had entered and noticed that the
light wasn't on. To anyone in the room, it would appear as if there were no
spectators. He wondered whether the others had done that intentionally or
if they had simply forgotten to switch on the light.

"So did Isaac give you the warning about tonight?" Felix asked, flopping
down onto a couch. He knew it was a while til they were due to start so he
figured he would make himself comfortable while he could.

"Ha, yeah!" Jack smirked, "He was all like 'they're mean, they're tough,
you can't do it' and I was like 'whatever dude, I can take this shit'."

Felix sniggered at Jack's show of bravado. "Glad to hear you're so
confident, I'm not quite so sure!"

"Really?" Jack asked, "You look like you can handle yourself!" He nodded
towards Felix, who sat there naked from the waist up.

"Oh you mean this?" Felix asked, flexing his arms, biceps bulging,
pectorals stretching. He grinned as he saw Jack's eyes widen slightly at
his show. "Yeah, there's a big difference between having muscles and
handling pain. Under all of this, I'm a big wimp really!"

Jack smiled at the young man's honesty. Realising he was still standing,
Jack walked round and sat on the opposite end of the couch Felix was
occupying. "I'm sure we'll be fine. Just keep thinking of the tips!"

"Ha, yeah, you're not wrong. That's the only reason I'm back again. You
know, I've made more in four nights here than I do in two months at my
actual job!" Felix said with a grin.

"Fuck, seriously?" Jack asked, forgetting for a moment that the money he
made was likely to be taken by Ben or Elliott.

"Hell yeah. I'm thinking of doing this stuff for a couple of years, saving
it all up and then fucking retiring. The gays in this town have got some
deep pockets!" Felix said excitedly. "Why d'you think I wanted the job so
bad? The stripping's fun, but in here's the real money!"

The two continued chatting for a while, Jack beginning to visibly relax as
time went on, happy to be able to talk to someone completely unaware of the
shit-heap his life had become. As it got closer to the time their customers
were due to arrive, Felix finished undressing, prompting Jack to do the
same.

---------

"You know, we should probably turn the light on!" Ben said cautiously as he
noticed Jack looking in their direction.

"Nah, it's more fun if they don't know we're watching!" Lincoln smirked.

Ben looked torn. Not wanting to argue, he shrugged and said, "Fine, but if
Isaac mentions it, we just forgot it, okay?"

"What's the big deal? It's just a light!" Lincoln said back, frowning.

"The big deal is that it's a rule and if we don't follow the rules here, we
can get kicked out and I don't wanna lose this place!" Ben replied.

While Ben and Lincoln continued squabbling, Bryce and Elliott had settled
on a couple of seats by the window, watching Jack talk to Felix. Bryce's
arm was rested on the back of the sofa, his head propped up on his hand. He
let out a gentle sigh as he continued to observe.

"What's up?" Elliott asked quietly, glancing briefly at the arguing pair
behind them.

"Nothing. He just looks... I dunno, happy," Bryce said, sighing again.

Elliott nodded, thinking for a few moments before he replied. "He's a
dick!" he said bluntly.

"Yup!" Bryce agreed.

"He's a homophobe, he's sexist, he's a bully, he's selfish and he's just
become one of the worst people I've ever met!" Elliott went on.

"You're not wrong!" Bryce agreed again, raising his eyebrows.

"So I just can't figure out why..." Elliott started, pausing again, face
screwing up in contemplation. "I don't know quite how to put it."

"Why you feel bad seeing him suffer?" Bryce asked.

Elliott gave a slight smile in response, nodding gently.

"That's because you're NOT a dick!" Bryce said, returning the smile. "I
think if you're the kind of person who doesn't like to see people get hurt,
then it doesn't matter who the person is. Good or bad, someone suffering is
still someone suffering!"

"So it's not just me then?" Elliott asked, figuring the only way Bryce
could understand his feelings so clearly was if he was feeling the same
thing.

"Definitely not and I tell you what, it's confusing as hell!" Bryce said,
shifting round in his seat to look straight at Elliott.

"Tell me about it!" Elliott smirked. "I know I keep saying I'm doing this
to help him, and on some level I really am, but if I'm being completely
honest... I wanted him to hurt!"

Bryce nodded, looking more than a little guilty. "I don't think you're the
only one. I mean, before all this started, I hated Jack. I mean, like,
really hated him. I used to wish he'd get hit by a bus or something
sometimes, so when you guys came to me with this idea it was like a dream
come true. But now, I... should still hate him. He's still the same jerk
who made my life hell, but somehow I... ugh... I hate this... somehow I
care about him. It makes no sense."

"Yeah, I understand, it's hard both hating someone and being in loving with
them at the same time," Elliott said sympathetically.

Bryce smirked. "I said I care, I'm not in love with..." he started, then
stopped, eyes widening with realisation as he looked at Elliott. "You meant
yourself, didn't you?"

Elliott glanced nervously at Jack, who was still talking to Felix, then to
Ben who was still occupied with Lincoln, then back to Bryce. He nodded,
unable to look him in the eye.

"Oh my God, since when?" Bryce asked in shock.

Elliott chuckled, shaking his head. "Pretty much since the day we met!"

"Fuck!" Bryce exclaimed, staring at the other teen.

"Have you ever told Jack how you feel?" Bryce asked.

Elliott pouted. "That's kinda the problem. I'd tried so many times over the
years but I couldn't do it, but today, at lunchtime... after we did... what
we did, I accidentally said 'I love you' to him!" He was still looking at
Ben every now and then, ensuring his young lover was too preoccupied to
overhear.

"Wow, that's.... gotta be confusing!" Bryce said, looking back to Jack.

---------

Both being new to this particular group of customers, neither Felix nor
Jack knew quite how to react when the door opened. In filed the eight men
they had been advised to expect. They were all fully dressed and currently
all with their faces from nose to forehead covered by masks, making it hard
to really tell much about them. The only distinguishing features they could
make out at the moment were hair colours – two blondes, two brunette,
two black then one ginger and one shaved.

"You two, over there, on the floor, don't move or make a noise until we
tell you!" one of the blondes said sharply, pointing to an area over near
some stocks.

Felix and Jack immediately complied, moving where directed and dropping to
the floor. They watched as the eight men began to undress. Once disrobed,
some began to put on leather harnesses from their bags, others simply
remained completely naked. They chatted amongst themselves casually as they
did it. It reminded Jack of the sort of conversations he would hear in the
locker room from the team in preparation for a game.

Jack listened intently, hoping to get some kind of insight into what to
expect. His first clue came when he heard one of them ask, "What teams we
doing?"

The group exchanged glances as they continued getting ready. "And what
stakes?"

"Just do the usual. If we gotta break in two noobs, we might as well keep
it straightforward!" another replied.

"So Dads versus sons, winners fuck the losers?" one of them clarified,
getting a murmur of response from the others.

Jack and Felix exchanged shocked, almost curious glances. "Dads versus
sons?" Felix mouthed in shock. Jack simply shrugged in response.

As they looked, it gradually began falling into place. The eight could be
quite easily paired up now they were undressing. Whether by cock size, hair
colour or some other distinct physical feature, Jack matched them up in his
mind. It was a somewhat surreal vision as it became clear, each of the four
younger guys standing alongside a vision of what they would likely come to
look like in twenty or so years.

To help him keep track of them, Jack designated each of them a name based
on age and hair colour – blonde dad, black son etc. He dubbed the fourth
dad 'ginger dad' even though his head was shaved.

"Stand up!" black dad barked at Jack and Felix, waking the younger of the
two from his musings.

As they stood, the eight men walked closer, beginning to circle them. They
had formed into their two teams, the members of each quietly conferring.

"We want this one!" blonde dad said, grabbing Felix's arm.

"Fair enough, we're happy with this one!" blonde son replied dismissively.

"Okay," black dad said firmly. "Here's the deal. We're paying by the hour
for you so I'm only covering this once. You don't do anything unless we
tell you, you don't speak unless directed to. As of now, you are
opponents. You're not only playing for the victory of your masters, you're
also competing for your tips. We chip in $100 each, but ONLY to the winner,
so if you want your money, you gotta win it!"

Jack and Felix stared at each other. The blossoming friendship, the rapport
they had built while waiting to begin was gone in a fraction of a
second. Jack had his game face on, staring down Felix like the opposing
team Captain, the knot in his stomach as he remembered he was no longer
Captain adding to his determination not to lose something else today. Aside
from that, he wanted the money!

"Right. Round One. Our choice," brunette dad said. He glanced briefly at
his his time but without any need to confer, called out, "Blow job! First
to cum wins!"

"Ah no fair. We know you're just gonna pick Mr Premature over there and win
in seconds!" brunette son said, pointing to ginger dad.

"Hey, fuck you!" ginger dad called out.

"Maybe if you win!" brunette son replied, winking to the older man. "Fine,
who we gonna choose?"

The son team quickly huddled, then spread back out. "I'm up!" ginger son
said.

"Yeah, we can see that!" blonde dad said with a smirk, nodding to ginger
son's prominent erection.

Jack followed the man's gaze to the cock he knew he would soon be
sucking. The young man's gingerness reminded Jack of Ben, but physically he
couldn't have been more different. He was tall, well built with a fine matt
or orangish hair across his chest, a narrow trail of it running down his
firm but unmuscled stomach. The cock itself was quite average, poking
skywards just six inches, the head already glistening with precum.

"Fine, everyone in place," black dad directed.

Felix and Jack were forced down onto their knees, the two chosen suckees
positioned in front of them.

"You better win this for us, kid!" brunette son growled in Jack's ear.

Jack looked at him briefly and nodded. He paused for a second, frowning but
was given no more time to think as the competition began, ginger son's cock
thrusting into his mouth. Jack got right into it. He still could not bring
himself to enjoy sucking cock, but he was at least getting used to it and,
at least in his own opinion, getting better at it! Knowing this was no time
for finesse, he reached round and buried his fingers into the young man's
buttocks, pulling him forward to thrust his cock in all the way.

Jack almost gagged. While his skills were improving, deepthroating was not
a skill he had yet mastered, of ever wanted to. He kept ramming the man's
cock in and out of his own mouth while the tongue lashed around the head,
taking in the slightly sweet flavour of precum as he did so.

"Fuck!" ginger son grunted as his cock was assaulted by their
apparently-eager slave. He placed his hands on Jack's shoulders to keep
himself steady, occasionally glancing over at the other slave sucking away
on the representative for the opposing team.

Jack found himself quite glad to be getting lost in the surrealness of the
situation – here he was, naked, an almost-willing slave to a group of
guys, sucking a man's cock while his rival was sucking on the man's
father. It helped distract him from everything else going on.

"We've got a winner!" blonde dad suddenly called out.

The yell prompted Jack to stop sucking. He turned to see Felix looking at
him, grinning, his face covered in spunk. It attracted a torrent of abuse
from the sons team who complained that their nickname for the man of 'Mr
Premature' was entirely accurate.

"Fine, whatever!" ginger son said unhappily, looking a little
frustrated. Jack had the feeling he had been quite close to cumming
too. "Round two then. And we choose... spanking!"

"Good call!" blonde dad said happily. He grabbed Felix's hair and started
walking away, making the young man quickly jump to his feet and follow to
avoid being dragged.

The sons team seemed a little less rough, just guiding Jack across the
room. As the two slaves were positioned, black son and ginger dad went over
to the wall and unhooked a chain each from the wall, letting it slip up
through their hands. Two sets of shackles lowered down from the ceiling
above Jack and Felix. The men quickly attached them around the wrists of
their slaves then gestured for the two men by the wall to pull them back
up.

Once again the dad team seemed a little rougher, ginger dad pulling the
chain up so hard Jack was amazed Felix's shoulders didn't pop out of their
sockets. His own hands were raised as high as he could reach before the
chain was secured to the hook on the wall.

Black dad approached one of the display cases and pulled out a couple of
small wooden paddles. Jack was slightly relieved to see he hadn't picked
out any of the particularly nasty looking ones. It was also somewhat
reassuring to think that he had the sons and not the dads. Based on the
treatment Felix had already received, Jack had a feeling he had got lucky
with his team of sons.

"Here's the deal, slaveboys!" blonde dad with a smirk, taking one of the
paddles from his teammate. He puffed out his chest. He was already quite
muscular, so the gesture made him look even larger and more intimidating,
the leather harness forming an X across his torso, fair hair neatly trimmed
behind it. Like most of the guys, he was now hard, occasionally reaching
down to casually squeeze his thick tool. "Every time you take a spank, you
will either nod to indicate you can take another, or shake your head to
indicate you quit. First to quit, loses for his team."

Once again Jack was happy to be with the sons. They seemed like they would
be less harsh, which made sense, after all, why would they try particularly
hard to make their own team fail... then Jack realised his mistake. The
sons gathered round Felix, while the dads moved towards him. The teams had
to make their opponent's boy quit, not their own.

SMACK! Without warning, the paddle connected with Jack's rear, prompting
him to yell out in pain and shock. It was the hardest his ass had ever been
hit. Despite the surprise, Jack nodded as the dads looked at him.

SMACK! Black son beat Felix's ass. With a little more warning than Jack had
been given, Felix only let out a little grunt rather than a loud yell. He
immediately nodded. SMACK! The paddle fell again on Felix. Another grunt,
another nod.

Then it was back to Jack who quickly realised that each turn, the order
reversed, so he was now due for two in a row. SMACK! He gritted his teeth,
breathing through the pain, then nodded ready for his next one. SMACK. Nod.

It continued, back and forth. The sons occasionally passing the paddle
round the group to each have a turn, while blonde dad kept hold of his
team's one for beating Jack. As the stinging grew in intensity, Jack closed
his eyes, clenching them tightly, fists balled, toes curled. He lost count
of the strikes, just willing himself to keep nodding after each one.

Eventually, Jack heard someone speak. "We have a quitter. Take this one to
equalise and your next one for the win!" ginger dad announced, prompting
the boy to open his eyes.

Felix's face was bright red, his cheeks wet, looking thoroughly defeated.

SMACK! It felt like the hardest one yet. Jack screamed.

"Another one, boy?" blonde dad hissed in his ear.

Jack wanted to shake his head. The thought of anything else ever touching
his throbbing ass was almost more than he could bear... then he caught
sight of the mirror. It wasn't what he saw that changed his mind, it was
thinking about who was behind it. 'I won't let them see me quit!' he
thought angrily about his four young tormentors on the other side of the
glass. He nodded.

SMACK! He was glad he didn't have to face another. It felt like his ass had
been stabbed with a shard of ice, but it was over now and he had won. That
equalised it, one point for each team. His own cheeks were as wet as
Felix's, but his mask had absorbed his tears making it significantly less
obvious. He glanced up, wondering if his hands might be released now that
the round was over, but they showed no signs of letting him down as the
paddles were (thankfully) put back in the case.

"LOSERS choice for Round Three!" blonde son said with a snigger, aiming at
his father.

The dads grouped together, whispering for a few second before black dad
looked at the opposing team and said, "Round Three is double orgasm!"

"Awesome!" brunette son said excitedly.

Jack observed the excited young man. Of all the sons, he was the most
similar to his father. Both of them were well muscled, moderately hairy
with almost identical cocks, a thick seven inches, nestled in a
neatly-trimmed patch of hair with quite low-hanging balls. Aside from the
slight signs of aging, the odd line here or there, the dad and son could
have passed for brothers, even twins.

"Come on, get 'em ready!" ginger dad urged the two teams.

Immediately the teams gathered round their slaves, hands immediately
touching them. Jack's cock had shrivelled in response to the savage
spanking, but it was quickly coming back to life as he felt eight hands
exploring his body. One tugged gently at his balls, another stroked his
cock, two played with the bumps and ridges of his abs, one on his back, two
on his chest and then, quite surprisingly, one hand very delicately
caressing his buttocks, almost soothing them aching flesh.

Involuntarily Jack mewed, the sensation was a lot more pleasant than
anything he had ever expected to feel in that room. As the hands on his
chest found his nipples, the happy noise turned into delighted groans.

"Oh, he likes the nipples!" ginger son said happily.

Jack could feel an orgasm building, far more rapidly than he had ever
expected. Over the past couple of weeks, he had been made to orgasm by guys
quite a few times, sometimes without even touching his cock. Each time it
happened, he cursed his own body for reacting to such stimulation. As much
as he tried to hold it back, it was something he simply couldn't control.

"I think our one's close!" blonde son announced.

"Yeah, same here!" brunette dad replied.

Jack looked across to see a look of pure exhilaration on Felix's face. He
was clearly loving every moment.

Despite their pleasure, both slaves seemed a little confused. They had not
been advised of the 'rules' for this round. To begin with, he figured maybe
it was first to cum would win, but then his team had slowed down when he
got close, seemingly waiting for their opponents to catch up. Then he
remembered the name of the round, 'double orgasm'. They couldn't possibly
mean....

"Go!" brunette dad called out.

Both teams burst into a flurry of activity. Jack's nipples were squeezed so
hard that they alone might have pushed him over the edge, but at the same
time, the hands on his cock and balls got to work, while the hand caressing
his ass found its way into his crack, teasing his hole. With a loud and
reluctantly-pleasured yelp, Jack shot his load all over the chest of blonde
son, the thick goo sticking heavily to the young man's smooth chest.

The stimulation continued on right through the orgasm making it all the
more intense. Gradually Jack's cock became more and more sensitive but they
didn't stop. It was exactly what he had briefly suspected, they weren't
going to stop. 'Double orgasm' it had been called, he figured the winner
would be the team to make their slave reach his second orgasm the quickest.

The 'no speaking rule' was quickly being put to the test. Both Jack and
Felix wanted to shout out, to beg them to stop but their competitiveness
held them both back, neither of them wanting to disobey the order had been
given in case it cost them the win. They found, almost simultaneously, that
while talking wasn't allowed, screaming most certainly was. They quickly
made their feelings known with their assortment of pained and tortured
noises.

Jacks nipples were being squeezed, his balls tugged on, his cock stroked
rapidly, lubed by the remnants of his first load. Brunette son who had been
soothing Jack's rear at first had now retrieved some of the spunk from
blonde son's chest and used it to lube his own fingers, immediately pushing
two of them inside Jack. He eagerly hunted out the teen's sensitive
prostate and started pounding at it.

Jack could feel it building, the second orgasm, the thing that would both
earn him the win and end this torment. It was there, remaining
tantalisingly out of his reach despite enduring the most intense
stimulation he had ever felt.

Felix seemed to be feeling much the same, the expression on his face paired
with the desperate yelps conveying both his delightful and agony.

Jack's eyes rolled back in his head, the confusing merging of pleasure and
pain almost too much for his sense to handle. The room became a blur, the
hands playing with him all melding into one torturous force playing with
him. So detached from his own consciousness, he barely noticed it had all
stopped until he felt the final few moments of his orgasm subsiding. As he
sense began to return, he could hear cheering from his team.

The chains on the wall were released and both boys slumped to the ground,
sweating, exhausted and panting. The wrist restraints were removed and the
two slaves allowed just a few moments to recover.

"Fuck me!" blonde son said, running his fingers through his hair. It had
turned a darker shade as it had wettened from his sweating. "It's hot in
here," he grinned and added, "In both ways!"

"Yeah it is!" black dad agreed pulling his mask away from his face slightly
and wiping off a little sweat. "Oh fuck this, grab a couple of blindfolds!"

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Inside the observation room, all four teens had taken seats on the sofas
immediately by the window as soon as the show had started. Hard dicks had
been unleashed during the sucking, clothes shed during the spanking round
and then the third round had begun.

"Fuck, they're gonna make the cum and just keep going!" Elliott said in
shock, figuring out what the Doms had in mind for Jack and his new friend.

"It's not that bad... is it?" Lincoln asked, frowning, casually stroking
his own cock.

"You ever tried carrying on after you've cum?" Bryce asked with a slight
snigger.

Lincoln shrugged. "No, normally I just fall asleep!" he replied with a
chuckle.

"He gonna be okay in there?" Ben asked, leaning against Elliott, whose arm
was around his shoulders. "They seem like they're only just getting
started!"

"Hey, you heard Isaac, he warned him, Jack knew what he was in for!"
Lincoln said dismissively.

The other three looked substantially more concerned, each for their own
reasons. They didn't have long to think before the show really got
started. Felix and Jack both ejaculated and the post-orgasm stimulation
began.  Despite their concern for Jack, all four of them couldn't help
finding it ridiculously exciting. Bryce and Lincoln both sped up their
masturbation, while Elliott and Ben's hands found their way to each other's
crotches, jerking each other off as they watched.

By the time Jack achieved his second orgasm, all four of the spectators had
shot their own loads.

"Holy fuck that was hot!" Lincoln said, panting and looking down at his
cum-covered chest.

Bryce and Elliott exchanged looks, each getting the same idea at the same
time. Sitting either side of Lincoln, they shuffled slightly onto him, each
holding down an arm and a leg.

"What are you doing?" Lincoln asked, panicking.

"Hey Ben, why don't you show him how bad it is!" Elliott quickly
instructed.

Ben excitedly jumped out of his seat and dropped to his knees between
Lincoln's legs. He reached out and gave the teen's softening cock a few
quick strokes before taking it into his mouth.

Lincoln went wild, attempting to yell out but finding himself stopped by
Bryce's hand over his mouth. They only subjected him to the torture for a
few seconds before letting him go.

"Okay, point taken!" Lincoln gasped as he was released.

"Yeah, now imagine that being done til you cum again!" Elliott explained.

Ben stood up and turned to watch what was happening on the other side of
the glass as the other three kept talking.

"Fair enough, I suppose I can see how bad it might be," Lincoln conceded.

"Fuck, I'm already exhausted," Bryce panted, flopping back into his seat.

"I know the feeling. I could..." Elliott started before getting cut off.

"OH SHIT!" Ben called out, staring.

"What? What is it?" Lincoln asked, looking ahead.

The eight men had blindfolded Jack and Felix. Now unseen, to the best of
their knowledge anyway, they began to pull off their masks, wiping their
faces and sweating brows.

"That!" Ben said, pointing at the older brunette, shaking.

"What about him?" Lincoln asked.

"Oh shit!" Elliott said, in agreement with Ben, standing as he watched the
younger brunette unmask. "That's Mr Hamilton... and Davis. That's Jack's
Dad and brother!"