Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2016 18:29:29 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 19

Sorry for the confusion, it seems the way I ended the last chapter made
some of you think it was the end, but we're not quite there yet. Thank you
all for your ongoing thoughts and feedback, I remain astounded every day by
the love you all have for this story. Sadly though, the end is in sight as
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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 19

THEN

Jack's cock felt huge in his hand. He had been ridiculously horny all
day. His bedtime jerkoff couldn't come soon enough. As soon as he jumped
into bed, he was hard. He let his hand slide down into his shorts and was
pumping away instantly.

He had been going a couple of minutes when he began to fantasise. He
thought about Annabeth from the grade above him. Her tits seemed to be
getting bigger every day. He imagined ripping off her shirt, pawing at the
perfect mounds of flesh. His breathing got deeper, faster, the amazing
sensations in his cock growing.

He sat up, pulled off his t-shirt, raised his hips to remove his shorts,
feeling a slight thrill from the nudity, mortally terrified someone might
come into his room any second and discover his nudity. Ever since that day
he had seen Elliott stripped half naked by the bullies in the park he had
been terrified of ever experiencing anything like it. It did still give him
a thrill to do it himself in private though. He lay back down and closed
his eyes again.

Elliott. Suddenly there he was. Annabeth and her magnificent rack was
gone. In her place, there was Elliott, walking out of the bathroom, towel
slunk low, perfect, smooth flesh from neck down to the slight hint of
pubes. 'Drop it!' Jack desperately thought. 'Drop the towel!' he pleaded at
the image in his mind.

His hand was pumping away again, sliding quickly, lubricated by the
near-constant flow of pre-cum that had begun the moment the image appeared
in his mind. "Ah, oh... oh God!" Jack mumbled to himself, eyes closed
tightly, reaching out to touch Elliott in his mind. Closer, closer, his
fingertips mere inches away from the smooth, firm chest. Closer, closer, a
spark shot through him as he felt the warmth in the tip of his finger as he
made contact.

"FUCK!" Jack gasped as his cock erupted, spunk flying high into the air,
landing heavily with audible splats as his hand continued pumping out spurt
after spurt. Breathing heavily, his hand dropped to his side as reality
began to creep back.

"Shit," he muttered to himself, realising it had happened again. More and
more often, Elliott had made his way into Jack's wank fantasies and he
hated how aroused it made him. He jumped off the bed, grabbing some tissues
to wipe himself down with, a few drops of cum dripping to the carpet.

Cleaned off, he quickly pulled his clothing back on, the fear of discovery
even more debilitating in his post-orgasmic state. He jumped back into bed,
curling up, eyes closed, willing himself not to think about anything at
all.

For the longest time, he lay there, tossing and turning, completely unable
to get comfortable. He eventually found a position he liked. He had pulled
a pillow down beside him, laying on his side and leaning onto it. Closing
his eyes again he tried to sleep. Beginning to doze slightly, Elliott
returned, not naked this time, just laying there beside him. The pillow was
his chest, Jack dreamily resting against it, imagining his friend's arm
around him as he lay there.

Trembling, he could feel wetness streaming down his cheeks. Imagining
Elliott like that made him so happy but he knew it could never happen. Jack
Hamilton was not gay, he never could be, he knew that much as a completely
immutable fact. It was only Elliott, no other guy ever appeared in his
mind. Nobody could ever know that he had these thoughts, not even Elliott
himself.

---------

"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?" Elliott demanded furiously, Jack's
letter clenched tightly in his hand. "How could you just sit there going
through all of that on your own without telling your best friend?"

Jack looked back at him, eyebrows raised. Just hours earlier, Elliott had
revealed his own secret, that he had lusted after Jack for years, allowed
his issues to mess with his head to the point where he had actually
considered taking his own life.

"Okay, fair point," Elliott conceded, knowing what his friend meant from
his expression alone. "So you liked me and I liked you!" he said, shaking
his head in disbelief.

"Like!" Jack corrected him. He got a puzzled look back, so he
elaborated. "Present tense, not past. Like, not liked. The
feeling... didn't pass!"

"What!" Elliott said in shock. Jack really still felt that way about him?
"So... we could..." he started, leaning in towards Jack.

"No!" Jack said firmly, raising a hand to Elliott's chest and pushing him
back. He felt a tightening in his own chest as he made contact but pushed
past it. The confused and hurt look he got back was painful and Jack really
was tempted to just let go and see what happened, but there was too much in
the way now. "Elliott, you tortured me. You humiliated me and hurt me and
made me do things..." Jack wanted to say 'things I didn't want to do', but
his earlier reaction had further cemented the possibility in his mind that
it wasn't entirely accurate.

"What are you saying, Jack?" Elliott asked. He suspected he knew, but had
to hear it.

"Anything like that, anything that might have happened... that went away
the day you decided to destroy my life!" Jack explained.

"So... that's it? We're done?" Elliott asked, looking distraught.

Jack sighed, let his eyes wander around the area as he contemplated his
response. "No," he said with a slight head shake. "We probably should be
after what you've done, but I meant what I said in that letter, El. I don't
think I could take it if I lost you, so maybe we could eventually be
friends again, but anything more than that... I'm sorry."

Elliott swallowed hard. It was tough to hear, but it was fair. If anything,
it was exponentially more than he expected. When he started all of this
with Ben, he knew that regardless of what version of Jack came out the
other side, their friendship would effectively be over but still he had
done it. To know now that there might be something salvageable, it was
probably the best result he could hope for.

"I get it," Elliott said gently. He looked at the road and said, "We should
be getting to school."

"Yeah," Jack agreed, re-starting the car. He grabbed the wheel, but the car
remained stationary.

"Jack?" Elliott asked, placing a hand on Jack's arm.

Jack's hands dropped into his lap. "How can I go back there?" he asked
dejectedly. "You made me humiliate myself, you turned everyone against me,
you made it impossible for me to walk down the halls without being laughed
at but all of that I can take. Fuck it, I'm actually getting used to it,
but how can I walk back in there with everyone knowing I'm not the Captain
any more. That's who I am... or was, without it I'm just... nobody!"

"Jack, do you remember back in freshman year, I think it was when you told
me about how Coach Sanders was gonna make you varsity Captain, you promised
me that once you were at the top, you'd make things better?" Elliott asked.

"Fuck' sake El, I get it, I fucked it all up. You don't have to keep
rubbing it in my face!" Jack replied angrily.

"No, now, that's not what I meant!" Elliott said apologetically. "What I'm
trying to ask is... if you made that promise to me again, do you think you
could keep it this time?"

Jack stared blankly at his friend for several seconds,
deliberating. "I'd... do my best, but it's too late for that!"

"Okay, let's make a deal then. If I can find a way to undo some of the
damage we've done, you promise to do your best. How does that sound?"
Elliott offered, holding his hand out to seal the deal.

"I think you sound delusional, but... what the hell!" Jack replied, taking
Elliott's hand and shaking it.

---------

Coach Sanders leaned back in his chair, staring over the desk at Bryce eyes
narrowing. "You missed practice yesterday!" he said accusingly.

"Sorry Coach," Bryce replied apologetically, then added, "But from what I
hear, it never actually happened anyway."

"I guess not," the Coach said with a shrug. "Anyway, you're probably
wondering why you're here."

"Yes Sir," Bryce said politely.

"Well if you heard about last night, then I'm guessing you know I've
removed Jack as team Captain," Coach sanders started. "Shame really, he was
a good Captain."

"Yes Sir, he was!" Bryce replied sharply.

The Coach sniggered, shaking his head, "I'm quite surprised to hear you say
that. I was always under the impression the two of you weren't exactly on
the best of terms."

"We weren't," Bryce replied honestly, "But I care more about what happens
on the field than off so regardless of how much of a dick I thought Jack
was, he was an excellent team Captain. All credit to you, Coach, but most
of our victories have come down to his leadership." Bryce felt
conflicted. While he felt good for offering such vocal praise of Jack, he
also knew that his decision to let Trent and Evan off of their metaphorical
leashes had been what led to Jack's removal in the first place.

"You're not wrong about his skill, but what happens off the field is just
as important as what happens on it. You're gonna have to learn that pretty
quickly if you're going to be anywhere near the Captain that Jack was!"
Coach Sanders said bluntly.

"Me?" Bryce asked in shock. Had he given it any forethought, he would have
been expecting this. He was without a doubt one of the best players on the
team, the other members all respected and/or feared him and he certainly
had the presence to hold a position of power. He had been so caught up in
what was happening to Jack that he hadn't thought about it.

"Yes, you. You've still got most of your junior year and all of senior year
to make your mark. I think you could do well." the Coach explained.

"I think Jack should still be Captain," Bryce said bluntly.

The Coach stood from his chair and walked round the desk, shaking his
head. "Well he's not and I'm offering it to you!" he said, stopping to lean
on the front of desk, staring down at Bryce.

Bryce began to object again, "But he should still..."

"HE'S GONE!" Coach Sanders snapped furiously. "He failed, he's weak, he let
the team down and now he's gone and if you say even a single word more
about it, you will be too, got it?"

"Yes Sir," Bryce said, falling in line immediately, unwilling to risk his
own place on the team for what was obviously a futile argument. "Can I go?"

"Yes, and think about it. Someone has to take his place. If it's not you,
I'll just find someone else!" Coach said as Bryce headed for the door. "I
made Jack and I can just as easily make someone else to take his place!"

---------

Jack looked across at the school from the parking lot. He was outright
terrified to approach, sitting in the car motionless. Oblivious to
everything happening around him, he didn't even register the conversation
mere feet away. Suddenly shaken from his fear by the door being pulled
open, Jack looked round to see Elliott, now joined by Ben, Lincoln and
Danny.

"Ready to go?" Ben asked with a smile.

Every day for the last week, Jack had walked in alone, the others perhaps a
short distance behind to monitor him or to be ready to issue more
humiliating commands, but still alone nonetheless. It looked like today
that would be different. He walked alone, Elliott and Ben together on one
side, Lincoln and Danny on the other.

As soon as they started nearing the other students, the comments started.

"What, no hot pants today?" a sophomore guy called, seeing Jack dressed in
his old clothing, albeit sans letterman jacket.

Before Jack could respond, Ben called out, "Sorry, guess you'll have to
jerk off to something else tonight!"

The quick retort attracted the laughs of the other nearby students, the
sophomore scowling and turning away. Jack and the others laughed too,
looking round at the youngest of their group who simply gave a casual
shrug, smirking to himself.

Just inside the main entrance, a group of senior girls were huddled,
squealing at each other over nothing particularly interesting. "Bored of
the whore look already?" one of them called out.

"No, he's just leaving it to the professionals!" Ben replied, nodding to
the girls with a snigger.

The girls started screaming abuse back at them, but the group was already
down the hallway, laughing at Ben's second surprisingly quick response.

"Damn, you're on fire today!" Lincoln chuckled, moving behind Ben to place
a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey, I do what I can," Ben replied with a grin. These were the sorts of
things Ben always thought. All the times he had been insulted or abused by
Jack or any of the other petty thugs in the school, the perfect responses
had always run through his mind but he had never had the nerve to say them
aloud. Now though, with the support of the others, he finally found it in
himself to let it out. The fact that it was defending Jack at the same time
was just the cherry on top.

"Thanks," Jack said as they neared his locker. He paused momentarily,
nervous that perhaps all of this was just an elaborate ruse, that something
horrendous was about to burst from his locker and start the mockery all
over again.

"Relax, it's not trapped!" Lincoln said, getting a chuckle from the others.

Jack opened the locker and retrieved his books before bidding Lincoln and
Ben goodbye for now, the two younger boys heading off to their own
homerooms as Jack walked along with Elliott and Danny.

"Hey, erm... how's Aaron today?" Jack asked, actually feeling bold enough
to hold an actual conversation. The comments and calls from other students
were still being thrown around, but they were much easier to ignore flanked
by the other two.

"Pretty good, actually," Danny said cheerfully. "They think he might
actually be out by the end of the week."

"D'you think... it might be okay if I came to see him again?" Jack asked
nervously.

"Sure," Danny said with a shrug. "Can't say he'll be happy to see you, but
I guess you can try."

"Great, let's go after school," Elliott said, inviting himself. He felt bad
for not visiting their friend more often, but it had been a crazy
weekend. It was time to make up for that now.

"Jack!" a voice called from behind them. The three students turned to see
Mr Wendell running after them.

"Morning Sir," Jack said timidly. Regardless of how, or why, Mr Wendell was
in league with Ben and Elliott, he had still witnessed one of Jack's most
humiliating moments. When the dildo had popped out of his shorts right in
front of Mr Wendell, Jack had wanted to die on the spot. He felt a hint of
that embarrassment creep back in just from seeing the man.

"Could you come with me, please, the Principal wants to see you," Mr
Wendell requested. He looked first at Danny, then at Elliott. "You two can
go," he directed to Elliott, his tone more than a little pointed.

The two teens looked at Jack and shrugged, heading on towards homeroom.

"Don't worry, you're not in trouble," Mr Wendell said as they started
walking.

"What's your deal?" Jack asked, slightly emboldened by his slightly more
tolerable start to the day than usual. "If you're in on it with Ben and
others, then you know what they're doing, but you let it carry on!"

"Yeah, turns out I didn't exactly know everything they were doing!" Mr
Wendell said with a sigh.

"You... didn't?" Jack asked, frowning.

"Okay, come here," Mr Wendell said, opening the door to a classroom they
were passing. It wouldn't be occupied until first period started so they
had privacy for now, closing the door behind them.

"I'm sorry, Jack. I swear, if I'd known everything they were doing, I'd
have stopped it all right then," Mr Wendell explained.

"So... what DID you know?" Jack asked, slightly confused. "And how are you
even..." he stopped, raising his hands in a shrug. There was just so much
he didn't know.

"I've been close with Ben for some time now. He saw me without a mask in
the parking lot when he first started going to the club, back when
he... wasn't doing so well," the teacher said.

The comment should have been the beginning of an explanation, but if
anything it just brought up more questions. Jack just stared in
amazement. Mr Wendell knew about the club. He went to the club. He and Ben
had been friends. When Ben wasn't doing so well?

"Look, Jack, I AM Ben." Mr Wendell started. "Not literally, obviously, but
what he's been put through here, that was pretty much my life back in High
School, so when we met and he started opening up to me about it all, we
bonded quickly and I felt sorry for him. I knew what it was like to go
through all of that. So when he started talking to me about getting even
with you, I'm ashamed to admit, I was okay with it. I never got to stand up
to my bullies at school, but I figured I'd get at least some sense of
satisfaction from seeing Ben do it, so I let him. I mean, I was never going
to get involved. If it all came out, I could simply plead ignorance. That's
a lot harder if you actually get involved!

The man took a few moments to let Jack take it in before he continued. "As
far as I knew, they were just playing with you a bit, embarrassing you,
knocking you down a peg or two. I mean, the dildo, I figured that was
just... harmless fun or something. I had no idea they were making you..."
Mr Wendell stopped, not wanting to actually verbalise it. "But then Davis
called me and told me everything."

"Wait, Davis... you... you know my brother?" Jack asked. It was all a lot
to take in.

"Yeah I do, we hang out sometimes... at the club... like last night..." Mr
Wendell said cautiously, waiting for Jack to catch on.

Goosebumps popped up all over Jack's body as he connected the
dots. "Y... you..." Jack said shakily, pointing at the teacher and backing
away. He was the right build, right colour hair, right age... he was blonde
son!

"I swear, Jack, I didn't know it was you!" Mr Wendell said. "And I didn't
know they were making you do that stuff. Anything I can do to help make
this right..."

"There's no need!" Jack interrupted. "It's over," he said with a sigh,
"But... thanks for offering." Jack felt his cock twitch. It was quite
different from finding out he had been fingered by his brother. The
realisation he had been fucked by his teacher was alarmingly arousing. Yet
another feeling to add to the increasing pile of confusion.

"Come on, I need to get you to the Principal's office," Mr Wendell said,
heading for the door.

"Wait, he really wants to see me?" Jack asked in shock. "I thought that was
just a lie to get me alone!"

"Afraid not, but don't worry, you're not in trouble!" Mr Wendell reassured
him as they stepped back into the hallway, just in time for the bell to
ring.

They walked along against the flow of students, some still giving Jack
mocking smirks, though their comments were muted by the presence of a
teacher. As they reached the office, Mr Wendell knocked then opened the
door immediately.

"Ah Mr Wendell, thank you," the Principal said warmly to the other teacher,
then looked to Jack. "Mr Hamilton, two visits in the last week, this is
becoming a habit!" he joked, but his smile didn't returned.

"You can go," the Principal said to Mr Wendell.

"Wait, could he... stay?" Jack requested nervously. He still had no idea
what was happening, and it was strange that the teacher who had been the
cause of such doubt and confusion suddenly seemed like a potential ally for
him, but it was how Jack felt.

The two adults exchanged glances, both nodding. The door was closed and all
three of them took seats.

The Principal took a deep breath, looking Jack up and down for a
moment. "Mr Hamilton... Jack...firstly, don't worry, you're not in
trouble," he said, just as the other teacher had minutes earlier. "I just
wanted to have a quiet word with you because we're a little
concerned. Coach Sanders informed me you've been removed as Captain of the
football team. That alone would be enough to worry us, it's not exactly a
secret how important that is to you, your teachers often tell me that
keeping your grades high enough to stay on the team is your main motivation
for trying in class."

Jack felt a strange warmness. He had never really given the faculty much
thought. He figured they were all there, just doing their jobs, getting by,
doing what they had to. Did they really discuss him? Was it just him? Did
they do it with all students? He realised it was a strange thing to fixate
on but after feeling so unwanted, so outcast and rejected for the last
week, finding out people actually gave a crap about him was quite
encouraging.

"But on top of that," the Principal went on, "There was the incident with
young Mr Carson last week as well as your unusual behaviour, in particular,
the... unusual clothing choices you've made."

Mr Wendell looked at Jack. He knew that the clothing and all of the
embarrassment that came with it had been the handiwork of Elliott, Ben and
their friends.

"Yeah, the... football thing sucks," Jack said with a sigh. "And
Aaron... that was... that was horrible. The other stuff..." he
stopped. This was it. He could turn them in. Thanks to Davis and Mr
Wendell, he now had witnesses, people who could corroborate his story,
discredit the incriminating footage the others had. He took a deep breath
and looked the Principal in the eye. "I lost a bet and that was me paying
up. I'm really sorry if it's caused any problems Sir!"

The man in charge looked just a little suspicious, but nodded his
understanding. "Okay then. If that's all it was, then that's fine but yes,
please avoid doing it any more. The dress code in the school is already
hard enough to monitor without throwing in young men in hot-pants!" he said
with a slight smirk.

Jack blushed but knew the man was only joking harmlessly.

"I'm sure you've already been advised, but if you need to speak to the
school counsellor about anything, his door is always open," the Principal
advised. "But unless there's anything else, feel free to get back to
class. Hand this to your teacher if they say anything about being late." he
handed Jack a small slip of paper.

Jack and Mr Wendell stood and left the office. As soon as they were clear,
Mr Wendell looked to the teen. "You could have snitched on them so easily
then. Hell, if I was you I'd have told him everything!"

"I guess that's the difference between us then," Jack said, not meaning to
sound as harsh as he did. "I don't wanna still be looking for revenge in
twenty years time. I'd rather forgive and forget."

Mr Wendell blushed, completely humbled by the boy he had been so ready to
dismiss as a brainless bully. "You're right," he said with a gentle
nod. "You're a good kid, Jack!"

"And you're a good fuck!" Jack said playfully, with a wink, watching in
amusement as the teacher frantically looked round to see if they had been
overheard. "See ya later!" Jack said, almost laughing as he ran off to
first period.

---------

Jack had almost expected to be taken to the store room at lunchtime so it
was a little surprising when Elliott and Danny just walked with him towards
the cafeteria. As they got near, Ben and Lincoln caught up to them.

Jack wasn't sure whether the mocking jibes had lessened or if he was just
able to ignore them easier while engaged in conversation with the others,
either way, he was glad to be able to walk down a hallway without being
made to feel worthless. Once again, Ben was on duty as insult-deflector.

They had all sat together again, which was attracting attention in
itself. Three seniors sitting with a junior and a sophomore. Two football
players sitting with a former player and former Captain. Four straight guys
sitting with the known gay. It seemed no matter what the other students saw
each of them as, seeing them grouped in that way was unusual to them.

None of them cared though, least of all Jack. They had done this one day
last week and he remembered how much he had liked it, actually feeling like
he was amongst friends. Of course, that day he had been living with the
knowledge that it wouldn't last, that he was likely to be given some
humiliating or degrading task at any moment. Today was different, today it
was just... normal. No imminent embarrassment, no anxious wait for the
other shoe to drop, just lunch, with friends.

Sure, depending on how you wanted to look at it, it was lunch with his
captors and tormentors. On the flip side of that though, it was a bully
having lunch with four of his victims. As Jack had explained it to Ben
earlier, each of them was the good guy in their own story and the bad guy
in the others'. Ultimately it made little difference, this was just the
first step towards actually being happy again.

Jack felt that just one thing was missing but fortunately, that was about
to change... Bryce had arrived. Their eyes met despite the crowds. The
corners of Jack's mouth began to twitch, gradually creeping up into a broad
smile as he beheld the sixteen-year-old. It was strange, they had been
together less than twenty-four hours ago, cuddling in the back of the car
on the way home from the club, but so much had happened since that it felt
like a lifetime had passed.

Jack stood up from the table as Bryce got closer. "Hey guys," he said as
got close.

Suddenly Jack was on him. He threw his arms around the younger teen,
pulling him into a tight hug.

"Jack, everyone's looking!" Bryce whispered as he raised his hands to
squeeze Jack back.

"Don't care!" Jack insisted, holding on.

By the time they parted, everyone else had returned to their own
conversations, the two football players sudden and very public embrace
clearly not juicy enough to inspire any real attention.

"What was that for?" Bryce asked, blushing slightly as he took a seat
beside the others who were just watching in amused silence.

"Look, I barely know what's happening today. Don't ask me to explain, just
go with it!" Jack said, feeling a little light-headed.

Bryce smiled. He wanted to reach across the table and take Jack's hand, but
felt that might be pushing things a bit too far, too soon. He looked at
Jack, then to Lincoln and Danny. "Hey, erm... so Coach Sanders asked to see
me this morning," he started, getting curious looks back from the other
players. "He said he wants me take over as Captain!"

"What did you say?" Danny asked, looking somewhat shocked.

"I said Jack should be Captain!" Bryce said, as if no other option was even
worth considering.

"You did?" Jack asked in surprise. Even with their increasing closeness,
Jack was shocked. It was never a secret that Bryce wanted the position for
himself, he had said so publicly on numerous occasions. To think that he
would actually turn it down now in favour of Jack, it was incredible.

"Yeah," Bryce said, smiling warmly, but it quickly faded, "Although Coach
didn't like it. Pretty much threatened to throw me off the team."

"Yeah, sounds about right," Jack said, shaking his head.

"We need to find a way to change his mind!" Elliott said firmly.

Jack was already appreciating the efforts being made by Elliott and the
others to start making things better for him, but his Captaincy was one
area he didn't expect them to be able to do anything. He knew Coach
Sanders, probably better than anyone in the school. He had seen the side of
him he kept hidden from the world and deep down inside, Jack knew nothing
would ever convince him to take Jack back.

"That'll never happen!" Danny said, shaking his head. "He's stubborn as
fuck and doesn't do second chances!"

"That's an understatement!" Jack agreed.

"Well maybe we should try another approach," Bryce said, looking
thoughtful.

---------

Aaron was looking forward to his visitors. It had been an excruciatingly
dull day so the thought of company was quite appealing. He was beginning to
get frustrated with being in the hospital. He had regained almost complete
movement now and couldn't understand why they were still reluctant to let
him go. They kept saying they still had to monitor him, but he just saw it
as a waste of his time.

Danny was first in, as always. Lincoln and Bryce were close behind, eagerly
greeting him with fist bumps. Elliott and Ben walked in next,
hand-in-hand. Jack sneaked in at the back, almost trying to hide.

The atmosphere was lively, cheerful almost, something that Aaron really
appreciated. It had all been so tense since the accident, parents arguing
about long term care plans if Aaron was disabled, Doctors discussing worst
case scenarios and while Danny had done his best to keep his friend
positive, there had been tears. Now though, it was just a group of school
friends hanging out and having fun.

The subject of what they had been doing to Jack was avoided. Aaron had been
made aware of everything that had happened and was smart enough not to
probe about it. The highlight of the conversation was Lincoln and Ben
re-enacting some of the younger boy's most vicious zingers from throughout
the day. Ben just kept surprising them all, showing whole new sides to him
each day as he slowly blossomed from a silent victim into a cheerful, witty
and all-round entertaining young man.

Watching Ben entertain the others only made Jack feel worse. It seemed
everywhere he looked was a reminder of the harm he had done – looking at
Elliott, seeing him sitting on the bench waiting to end it all, watching
Ben and realising he had suppressed this wonderful boy for so long with his
bullying, sitting in Aaron's hospital room and knowing the physical pain he
had inflicted. It was tough for Jack to stay there, torn between his anger
at the others for what they had done to him, but equally furious at himself
for his own actions that had led them there.

"I did it on purpose!" Jack suddenly blurted out loudly, stopping the
excitable chatter from the others.

As one they all turned to look at him. Some in the room already knew what
he was talking about, Danny and Aaron seemed more than a little lost.

"Jack, don't!" Lincoln said, shaking his head.

"What? What's he talking about?" Danny asked, frowning.

"The... the tackle," Jack said nervously. Rather than backing away from
Danny as he probably knew was sensible, he stood from his seat in the
corner and moved closer. "It wasn't an accident. I aimed for Aaron on
purpose and I made it a hard hit on purpose!"

Thankfully Jack's confession had given the others enough warning to get
into place and hold Danny back.

"YOU FUCKING PRICK, YOU COULD HAVE FUCKING KILLED HIM!" Danny snarled. "GET
OFF OF ME, I'M GONNA FUCK HIM UP!" He struggled against Bryce, Lincoln and
Elliott trying to get at Jack, who remained motionless.

"Danny," Aaron said, reaching out to grab his friend's arm. "DANNY!" he
snapped loudly when he got no response.

Danny, still struggling against the others turned to look at Aaron, who was
shaking his head.

"Stop it!" Aaron requested. "Please!"

His face still screwed up with anger, but he stopped struggling against his
friends and backed off a little.

Aaron sighed, looking thoughtfully at Jack. "I know!" he said bluntly. "I
know it was on purpose. Well, I didn't KNOW, but I was fairly certain. I
felt you grab me while I was in the air and pull me down."

"What? Why haven't you turned me in?" Jack asked, eyes wide. "What I
did... that was assault!"

"Yeah, it was," Aaron nodded, the others gradually relaxing as Danny slowly
sat back down into a chair. "And what we did to you... that was rape!"

The room was painfully silent as nervous looks were exchanged.

"No, I wouldn't say..." Elliott started.

"Dress it up any way you like, but that's what it was. You guys may be
all... I dunno, friendly and all okay now, but we're all rapists and he's a
victim!" Aaron said, pointing to Jack. He got nothing but silence
back. "Look, I had a lot of time to think in here. For that first day I
couldn't even move, all I could do was lay there and think and I started
thinking about why I was there. Sure, I knew what Jack had done, but... but
I knew what I'd done too. We did awful things and... and maybe... what
happened to me... maybe it was God's way of punishing me for it."

"What the fuck? No!" Danny complained. "God didn't put you here, that
asshole did!" he said sharply, pointing to Jack.

"Yeah, because he was pissed at us for humiliating him, which we did
because we were pissed at him for hurting and humiliating us, which he did
because... fuck it, who knows. What I'm saying is, we keep just getting
pissed and hurting each other, next time it might be worse!" Aaron
explained, sitting up and looking round the group one at a time.

"I don't wanna hurt anyone any more," Jack said weakly.

"About fucking time, you prick!" Aaron said sharply, then gave a cheeky
grin.

Jack smiled back but remained silent.

"Geez, and I thought I was the gay one. Get a room!" Ben said with a smirk.

"Shh, you fucked it up, I reckon they were about to kiss," Bryce said,
joining in with the younger boy's teasing.

"Fuck you!" Jack snapped back angrily, but with a slight hint of amusement.

"Maybe later!" Bryce replied, looking at Jack hungrily while biting his
bottom lip.

There it was again, the twitch in Jack's pants. Thankfully the moment
passed quickly as everyone else jumped in, throwing playful jibes and
remarks at each other. Once they started getting too loud, a nurse came
along to usher some of them out. Aaron insisted they should all go off and
enjoy their evening so they all piled out of the room, but Jack remained
behind.

"Whassup Jack?" Aaron asked as he saw the older teen hanging back.

Jack reached into his bag and then held out his hand to Aaron, offering a
wad of money. "Here,"

"What's this?" Aaron asked, frowning as he took it.

"I... I earned it... at the club. I remember you saying once that you
thought a football scholarship was your... your best chance, you know, for
college. I know it's not enough, but I'm gonna earn more. You shouldn't..."
Jack paused, struggling to find the words. "What I did shouldn't ruin your
future."

Aaron stared for a few moments, completely in shock. "Jack, that is
simultaneously both the sweetest... and most stupid thing I've ever heard!
Do you have any idea how much college actually costs?"

Jack thought for a moment, then shook his head.

"Honestly, neither do I, but I know it's a hell of a lot more than this!"
Aaron replied with a smirk.

"I can earn more. I'll do it. I'll get what you need!" Jack insisted.

"Jack, you don't have to," Aaron said, tossing the cash back. "I meant what
I said before, we need to stop getting back at each other. That means
forgiving. I'm not quite there yet, but I don't need you to make it up to
me. Keep your cash, from what Lincoln told me, you fucking earned it! Or I
suppose... you earned it fucking!" He chuckled at his own pun, getting a
reluctant laugh back from Jack. "Don't worry. God works in mysterious
ways. He put me here, he'll give me a way out too."

"Okay," Jack conceded. He still disagreed but was respectful enough not to
outright say it. "Guess I'll... see you around then."

"Yeah, see ya, Cap," Aaron said.

---------

After leaving the hospital, the guys were slightly at a loss for what to
do. It hadn't been long, but they had quickly gotten used to spending their
evenings teasing and torturing Jack. Without that, they weren't sure what
else they wanted to do. They eventually settled on heading to the park.

As they pulled up in the parking lot, there was a strange feeling hanging
in the air. This was where it all started, just eleven days earlier. Eleven
days and it felt like Jack's entire world had changed.

They neared the basketball court and Bryce nudged Jack's arm,
grinning. "Strip basketball?" he asked playfully.

Jack chuckled, more at Bryce's boyish enthusiasm than the comment
itself. He shook his head and waved his hand, "Nah, I'm still pretty achey
from last night. I may as well just strip!"

"I wouldn't complain!" Bryce said, winking before running ahead to catch up
with Lincoln.

Once they reached the court, Elliott, Bryce, Lincoln and Danny started a
game of 2-on-2 while Ben and Jack sat on the sidelines watching.

After a few minutes, Jack felt Ben lean on his arm, sighing. "What's up?"
he asked, eyes still fixed on the court.

"I'm gonna miss this!" Ben said softly, letting out another sigh.

"Miss what?" Jack asked, frowning as he looked round at the younger teen.

"This. Us guys all hanging out," Ben explained.

"Why? Is it... stopping?" Jack asked, getting more and more confused.

Ben sat up, raising his eyebrows like Jack had just asked something really
obvious. "Duh, of course!" Ben said sharply. "The only reason we all hung
out was to get back at you. Now that it's over, you and Elliott will make
up and start hanging out together, Aaron'll get out of hospital and he'll
be hanging out with Danny and Bryce and Lincoln. I'll just go back to being
Elliott's secret boyfriend."

"You're pretty smart Ben, you know that?" Jack said back.

Ben shrugged. "Yup. Brains AND beauty, it really is a terrible curse, but I
live with it!" he said with an impish smile.

Jack rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "So if you're so smart, how can you
be this stupid?" Ben looked back, curious about his point rather than
offended by the possible insult. Jack shook his head again. "You really
think they'll all just forget about you?"

"I dunno, it's what normally happens," Ben said. He didn't sound like he
was pitying himself, his tone was simply one of calm acceptance.

"Oh my God, they love you!" Jack said bluntly. "Seriously, even I can tell
how awesome they think you are!"

"How awesome THEY think I am. Them? Not you?" Ben asked, with a one-sided
smile.

Jack didn't know what to say. Despite the things the boy had inflicted upon
him, Jack was also beginning to like him as much as the others were, but
every time he looked at him, he saw a constant reminder of the years he had
spent acting the way Craig and the Coach had trained him to act.

"I... well... erm..." Jack stuttered. There was no way he could explain
everything he was feeling. He simply didn't have the words.

"Or does it still bother you that I'm gay? I know how 'wrong' you think it
is!" Ben said, putting airquotes round 'wrong'. "Which I think is kinda
weird, what with you being gay!"

Jack jumped away from Ben. "I'm not gay!" he said sharply.

"You've done gay things with guys and enjoyed them," Ben said with a
smirk. "Look, relax, you know none of us are gonna judge you for it!"

"I'm not gay!" Jack insisted through gritted teeth.

"Jack it's okay..." Ben insisted, confused about why Jack was getting so
uptight.

"Fuck you. I'm not gay!" Jack snapped, standing up and running off.

"Jack?" Elliott called out. Having seen the two teens on the sidelines
beginning to argue, he had stopped playing and approached them, just in
time to see Jack running off. He looked down at Ben. "What happened?"

"I... I dunno," Ben said with a shrug. "I was just talking about him being
gay and..."

"Ugh, Ben," Elliott said shaking his head.

"What? I didn't..." Ben started, but stopped, looking upset.

Elliott squatted at his boyfriend's side, brushing his cheek gently with
the back of his fingers, allowing his hand to slide round onto the back of
his neck. "I'm sorry, it's ok, you didn't do anything wrong, that's
just... a touchy subject!" He planted a gentle kiss on the boy's
forehead. "I'll be right back, just gonna go and see if I can find him."

Elliott ran off in the direction Jack had run. As it was in the direction
of the parking lot, he guessed that might be where he was going. He was
correct. He got there and saw Jack sitting in his car, staring blankly
ahead.

"Not going anywhere without these!" Elliott said, dangling Jack's car keys
in front of him. He had obviously forgotten that he had allowed Elliott to
drive his car from the hospital as he wanted to ride with Bryce and
Lincoln.

Jack reached out for the keys, but they were immediately snatched
away. "Gimme my keys!" he demanded.

"Come and get 'em, gayboy!" Elliott said. His strategy was risky, but he
knew Jack. He dashed around to the back of the car as Jack launched himself
out of the car, jumping over the door.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Jack snarled furiously.

"Ooh, is the scary gay man all angry?" Elliott asked, smirking.

"ELLIOTT, SHUT THE FUCK UP OR I'LL MAKE YOU!" Jack yelled, poised and ready
to dash around the car depending on which way Elliott moved.

"MAKE ME, YOU LITTLE FAG!" Elliott shouted back, not angry, just matching
Jack's volume. He took off back into the park.

Jack was straight after him, fists clenched, ready to strike.

"Come on you big queer!" Elliott called back. He had no trouble keeping
ahead of Jack. When they both used to play football, Elliott always had the
edge when it came to speed. Since Elliott had quit playing, he had
maintained his levels of fitness, but had lost a little bulk so he was now
even faster. He kept a safe distance ahead of Jack, repeatedly calling back
taunts and insults.

They dashed past the basketball court, getting strange looks from the other
four who simply shrugged and left them to it.

"GET BACK HERE!" Jack yelled angrily.

"Why? You gonna fuck me up... or just fuck me?" Elliott called back.

"SHUT UP!" Jack snarled, pushing himself as hard as he could, getting more
and more frustrated that the gap wasn't closing.

"Hey, you're the one in the park chasing guys!" Elliott said with a laugh,
beginning to get a little breathless from the mix of running and
shouting. Figuring he had gone far enough, he stopped near the edge of the
lake. He turned, expecting Jack to come to a halt and confront him. His
eyes widened as he realised Jack wasn't stopping.

Charging at full force, Jack lowered his shoulder, burying it into
Elliott's stomach, arms grabbing him around his waist. They both flew back
several feet, carried at first by Jack's momentum but then by gravity as
Elliott's footing slipped on the wet lake bank.

The water was shallow, but falling in backwards, head-first, it was enough
for Elliott to go under. His head popped up moments later, coughing and
spluttering, Jack still on top of him.

"TAKE IT BACK!" Jack shouted, grabbing at Elliott's shirt with both hands.

"No!" Elliott said in between coughs.

"TAKE IT BACK. YOU'RE WRONG!" Jack snarled, shaking Elliott.

The prone teen bucked Jack off of him, rolling him to the side and mounting
him. "I'd take it back if I was wrong, but I'm not!" Elliott said, grabbing
Jack in the same way he was currently being held.

Jack rolled again, putting Elliott onto his back in the mud again, staring
down at him. "You are, I'm not gay!" Jack said, quietening a little.

Elliott didn't attempt to throw Jack off, instead he just looked up at him
and said, "Okay, then answer one question..."

"What?" Jack demanded pointedly.

"Why are you hard?" Elliott asked with a smirk.

Jack's eyes widened. He looked down, their crotches pressed
together. Drenched in lake water and covered in mud, furious from the
chase, Jack had barely even felt it, but there it was, a very prominent
erection, nestled alongside Elliott's.

Jack opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Shaking his head,
confused by the conflict between his body and mind, he just stared down at
his friend. "I'm not gay," he said weakly.

Elliott raised his hand, wiping a blob if mud from Jack's cheek. "You
said... in the car... after the letter... you still like me!" Elliott
replied softly. He got a reluctant nod. "Well I'm a guy..." he added,
eyebrows raising.

"That's different, you're... you!" Jack said, attempting to justify
himself.

"What about Bryce?" Elliott asked, still staring up at Jack sitting atop
him.

Jack's stomach lurched at the mention of the name. Suddenly, what he was
doing felt wrong, having his boner pressed against Elliott's. He
frowned. How could he feel like he was cheating on someone he wasn't even
dating, especially if they were both guys!

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" Elliott said, seeing the look on Jack's
face. "Look, Jack, don't like, drown me or anything for this, but have you
ever considered the possibility that you might just be... bisexual?"
Elliott ventured, flinching very slightly, expecting some kind of violent
reaction. Instead, all he saw was a thoughtful frown spreading across his
face.

"How... how would I... know?" Jack asked, looking a little lost.

Elliott attempted to shrug, but laying back in the lake water it was hard
to convey it. "I don't know, but I can do my best to help you figure it
out." he offered with a smile.

Jack's eyes widened. "Okay!" he said, then lunged down towards Elliott,
their lips pressing together.

The movement was so sudden and forceful that both their faces disappeared
beneath the surface of the lake. They popped back up moments later,
coughing.

"That... wasn't quite... what I meant," Elliott said coughing up water.

"Sorry," Jack said, finally climbing off. He moved up the bank slightly,
sitting on the grass.

Elliott climbed onto his feet too, but remained standing in the
water. Looking down at himself, he was covered in mud. He reached down to
his waist and started pulling his shirt upwards, Jack's eyes fixed on him.

"What are you doing?" Jack asked, looking round nervously.

"Not much I can do about being wet, but I can at least clean off!" Elliott
said, peeling the wet fabric up and off of his torso. Once he had it
completely off, he leant over, dropping it into the water, attempting to
wash the worst of the mud off. Peeking back, he saw Jack was still
transfixed. "You're dirty!"

"What? No!" Jack said, blushing so profusely it was amazing the mud caking
him didn't bake solid. "I wasn't..."

Elliott smirked. "I meant the mud!"

"Oh, erm... yeah." Jack mumbled. He hadn't got quite as caked in it as
Elliott, but he still had thick blobs of it all over him.

"Come on," Elliott encouraged him.

Nervously, Jack stood back up and waded back into the lake. Giving another
nervous glance round, he peeled his t-shirt off and started rinsing it. As
he stood up, wringing it out, he almost choked. Elliott had removed his
jeans and was now washing them off too. Leaning over in his wet briefs, his
ass was the first thing Jack saw.

Elliott glanced back and sniggered as he realised what Jack was looking
at. He stood up, saying "If you think that's bad, you should see the
front!" He turned, revealing his still-erect cock. A massive hard cock in
very small, wet briefs left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Gay yet?" Elliott asked playfully, grabbing the bulge.

"Ben!" Jack suddenly blurted out.

"What? Where?" Elliott asked, looking round them.

Jack shook his head. "No, I mean... you're with Ben... so we shouldn't..."

"But you want to?" Elliott asked, taking a step towards Jack.

Jack was trembling. He let his eyes wander down his friend's almost naked
body and back up again. He nodded.

"So do I!" Elliott said. "But... you're right. I have Ben... you and Bryce
might... ya know...so we can't!"

The two stood staring at each other, knee deep in water. They were only
shaken from the moment by the noise of a dog barking in the distance, a
middle-aged couple appearing moments later. They waded back out of the
water where Elliott put back on his jeans and sneakers, carrying his
shirt. Jack would usually have put his t-shirt back on, terrified of being
seen, but seeing Elliott start walking, casually shirtless, he felt more
comfortable doing the same.

They didn't speak on the way back to the basketball court, but it was a
pleasant silence, not an uncomfortable one. Elliott had been tempted to
push the subject of Jack's possible bisexuality, but he had several
thoughts about it, keeping them to himself for now.

"What the hell happened to you two?" Ben asked, seeing the two soggy teens
approaching.

They looked at each other. They truly did look a mess.

"We, erm..." Elliott said, grinning, "We just had... a discussion!"

"Geez, you two really do deserve each other, don't you!" Ben joked.

Elliott and Jack laughed, but exchanged slightly nervous looks.

"Glad you're back to save us from this monster!" Bryce said, walking up
behind Ben and draping an arm around his shoulder.

"Yeah," Lincoln agreed, coming up on his other side. "Kicked our asses all
over the court!"

Ben rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "They think I don't know they let me
win!" he said with a reluctant grin.

"What d'you guys wanna do now?" Elliott asked, looking round the group.

Jack shrugged. "I dunno, this would normally be point where you stripped me
and made me walk home with a butt plug up my ass. Anyone in the mood for
that?" Jack asked glibly.

The comment was meant to be a joke. Instead, Aaron's words from earlier
seemed to linger in the air. It had seemed fun to them at the time and Jack
himself was now casually joking about it, but their injured friend had been
correct in what he had called it.

"Geez, tough crowd!" Jack said, taking a deep breath. Grabbing his bag, he
pulled out his phone and checked the time. "Okay, it's still early, I'm
hungry. Let's go get food, then figure out what to do after that."

---------

The whole group was somewhat downbeat as they ate. Jack's joke, along with
Aaron's comment, had really struck a nerve amongst them. That was when the
idea occurred to Jack – Truth or Dare. It was perfect. The truths would
give the opportunity to share or confess the things troubling them while
the dares would give Jack the chance to get his own revenge against the
others.

The group was initially reluctant, particularly Danny, who made an excuse
about wanting to check in on Aaron, leaving to see him again The rest
reluctantly agreed, simply for a lack of better options. Elliott had
suggested going back down by the lake to do it. While the park itself was
not that busy in the evenings, that far in there were very few people at
all. It wasn't that they were particularly seeking privacy, they could have
gone to Lincoln's place for that, they simply didn't want to disturb anyone
as it would inevitably get quite loud.

It was starting to get dark by the time they were back down by the
lake. Ben had wanted to make a camp fire, but they figured it probably
wasn't allowed (quickly verified by a google search) and none of them knew
how to build a fire anyway. Instead, most of their cell phones were piled
together, lights turned on, providing enough light to see the essentials. A
'twenty-first century campfire', Elliott had called it.

Using Jack's fake ID, they had gone and bought some beers on the way
too. Jack felt he had gone far too long without a drink and figured it
might help the others relax a little too. Bryce had offered to be the
designated driver and wouldn't partake, allowing the others to do so
instead. Ben had also declined, mostly because he had never actually drunk
before. They eventually settled, gathered around their makeshift campfire,
first of the beers cracked open.

"Okay, this was Jack's idea, so he can go first!" Ben insisted. "Whadda you
want?"

"Truth of course. Who ever starts with a dare?" Jack said, taking a swig of
his beer.

"I've got one!" Lincoln said quickly. "Which bit of the club do you prefer,
the stage or the dungeon?"

"Link!" Bryce snapped immediately.

"Ha!" Jack laughed aloud. "It's fine. This is supposed to clear the air, he
can ask what he likes! And I definitely prefer the stage. Less spanking!"

The comment got raucous laughter from the others. It felt strange for Jack
to joke about, but talking about it really did seem to be helping the worry
wash away.

"Okay, Lincoln, truth or dare?" Jack asked.

"Truth!" Lincoln replied, slightly nervous about what might be asked of
him.

Ben immediately whispered something in Elliott's ear. Getting a nod back,
he cleared his throat and asked, "If you had to choose one of us to fuck
you, who would it be?"

"Erm... well..." Lincoln stuttered.

Based on the conversation in the observation room, they knew Lincoln had
never been fucked, or had anything up his ass at all, so in a way they were
asking who he wanted to take his virginity.

"Well Elliott's too long and Bryce is too thick," Lincoln said slightly
nervously. His eyes darted between Jack and Ben. "And you said Ben's a
total bottom, so it'd be a crap fuck.... so... I guess I'd have to say
Jack!" He was thankful for the twilight hiding his blushes.

"Oh I can't wait for you to pick a dare!" Bryce teased, getting more
laughs.

"I guess I'm next," Ben said as he had asked the question. "Go on then,
gimme a dare!"

"Okay," Bryce said, grinning. "I dare you to drink this!" he said, holding
out a beer, popping the cap.

Ben looked a little shocked. He had expected something like stripping or
some other kind of sexual act. He approached Bryce and took the bottle,
eyeing it nervously. "I'm not so sure about this," he said quietly. "I
don't wanna get drunk!"

"Ben," Jack said firmly. "You're about to have your first beer with your
mates. This is, like, a milestone or something. It's one drink, we promise
we won't make you have any more!"

Ben smiled shyly. Jack was right, this was the sort of thing he had spent
years fantasising about doing. All those years on his own, now seemingly
over. "Okay then!" Raising the bottle, he tipped his head back and chugged
the whole bottle down. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with his arm
and tossed the empty back to Bryce. There was a moment of silence before he
let out the loudest belch of his life, getting a mixture of cheering and
laughter from the others.

"Woah, that's cool!" Ben said, his head spinning slightly. He stumbled and
virtually fell on top of Bryce.

"Ben," Elliott called out, seeing him fall.

"I'm fine!" he insisted. "Sorry 'bout that," he said to Bryce. After
shifting round a bit, he came to a rest, leaning against the muscular
teen's side. "Okay, I'm good here!" he insisted, gradually beginning to
feel the effects of his first taste of alcohol. "You're next," he said to
Bryce, grinning.

"Truth," Bryce requested, letting an arm rest around Ben's shoulders.

"Do you wanna fuck me?" Ben blurted out. He looked round the group,
shrugging. "What, it's a question. I'm not offering!"

Bryce, Lincoln and Jack all looked to Elliott, who smirked and shrugged
too.

"Yes!" Bryce said bluntly at the grinning teen beside him.

Ben's eyes widened with shock. He had been expecting to embarrass the older
teen but had clearly failed.

"My turn then," Elliott said, quickly moving them on. He was okay with
Ben's playful flirting, but didn't want to let them linger on it. "I'll
take... a dare!"

Ben was on it in seconds again. "Kiss Jack!" he yelled out. "Wooooo!"

"What?" Jack and Elliott asked in unison.

"You heard me, kiss him!" Ben said, sniggering.

Jack wondered what Ben was doing. Could the beer have kicked in that
quickly and he was just slightly drunk, or was he doing something else? He
himself had stated earlier that he knew about Elliott's feelings for
Jack. Maybe this was a test, maybe he wanted to see how Elliott would react
given the opportunity to act on his desire with no obvious
consequences. The two teens stood, facing each other, several feet apart.

"Come on, we don't have all night!" Ben insisted.

Jack took a few steps forward, mirrored by Elliott. They leaned in,
attempting to minimise their physical contact. The others watched as they
inched closer and closer together. Finally their lips met, eyes closed.

The kiss had been going several seconds when Elliott felt wetness on his
cheek. Were they his tears or Jack's? Both maybe? It was everything they
had ever hoped for, every daydream, every jerkoff fantasy, every thrilling
dream. The years flooded through them, the wasted the years, the time they
should have spent together like that, being honest, being in love. It was
confusing as it ended, like eternity had passed in a few fleeting
seconds. Their eyes met for a scant moment, both grateful that the dim
light hid the tears, the longing and the pain from the others. They turned
away and returned to their previous positions.

"What, that's it?" Ben demanded, his voice ever-so-slightly slurred. "Ugh,
I think I need another!" He reached across to grab another beer from beside
Bryce.

Immediately, the older teen grabbed the bottle, holding it up out of Ben's
reach. "I think one was enough for you!" he said with a snigger.

"Fuck off," Ben argued back, climbing to his feet to try and grab it.

Bryce moved with him, easily keeping the bottle away from his flailing
hands.

"You're not the boss of me!" Ben insisted, smacking his hands against
Bryce's chest. "Just cos you're bigger than me..." he smacked Bryce's chest
again, this time letting his hand linger for a few seconds, "And all
muscley..." another hit, a longer touch. He looked up at Bryce's face. "And
really, really cute... Wait, what was I saying?"

Everyone burst into laughter at the tipsy boy, making him look round in
confusion. He had genuinely lost his train of thought in his embarrassingly
open admiration of Bryce. He scowled, remembering the beer. "Stop treating
me like a kid!" he demanded. "I turn sixteen soon, I'm not much younger
than some of you!" he insisted.

"Aww, sorry Ben," Bryce said, still chuckling. He handed him the beer and
put an arm around him, pulling him into a playful hug.

By now, the bulge in Ben's pants was unmissable.

"Hey, it's not Ben's turn, but I think I got a dare for him!" Jack called
out. "Ben, I dare you to kiss Bryce!"

"What? No!" Ben said, looking suddenly panic-stricken. "If I give back the
beer, can I have another dare?" he asked nervously.

The boy's request attracted more laughs from the others, particularly Bryce
who grabbed Ben, picking him him up so they face-to-face, the smaller
teen's legs either side of him. He looked round nervously at his boyfriend,
who was standing with Lincoln and Jack, laughing hysterically.

"Fine!" Ben snapped, and lunged forward, kissing Bryce straight on the
lips. He wasn't delicate about it either, forcing Bryce's lips apart,
forcing in his tongue, his free hand grasping at the hair on the back of
Bryce's head. He eventually pulled away and looked to the other three who
were now just staring in stunned silence. "Now THAT is how you do a kiss on
a dare!" he said triumphantly.

The silence continued for a moment before the others started
cheering. Bryce lifted the boy higher in celebration, laughing along with
him. As he finally went to put him down, he moved right up to Ben's ear and
whispered, "That was fucking hot!"

The comment only made Ben more excited. As he was put down, he took a
casual swig of his beer while grabbing at his bulge with his other
hand. "Who's next?" he asked, lowering the bottle.

"Anyone you like!" Lincoln insisted. It seemed Jack's impromptu dare had
shaken the awkward formality of the game and made it into what it was
always meant to be – fun!

The game went on, circling round and round, most of the ideas coming from
the increasingly drunk Ben, but plenty still coming from the others
too. There was a lot more kissing, which was clearly most awkward for
Lincoln who had never actually kissed another guy before. Realising that,
he was subject to four consecutive dares, making him work through the whole
group.

What followed was fairly inevitable. "Hey Lincoln, got a truth for you!"
Ben said with a slight slur and a giggle, "Who's the best kisser?"

Lincoln, who was already bright red from his four sudden embraces, managed
to actually look an even brighter red in the low light. A grin suddenly
spread across his face. "Obviously... it's me!" he answered smugly.

"Boooo!" the others chorused.

Clothes had been gradually coming off too, until all five were sat around
in just their underwear. Even though they were confident of their privacy,
none of them dared to stay completely naked, pulling the underwear back on
after the (many) naked dares. Even Jack seemed strangely at ease with being
on show, a massive change from just a couple of weeks earlier.

Ben gradually began to get sleepy, unused to the effects of the alcohol. He
had continued to sit with Bryce, claiming at one point that he was the
'most comfortable'. Eventually, getting towards time to head home, the
others began to quiet down too. All sitting round happily, finishing off
the last of the beers a strange calm washed over them.

"Any more then?" Lincoln asked, almost disappointed not to be subjected to
any more fun challenges.

"I've got one for you guys!" Ben said, grinning giddily. "You... and you,"
he said, pointing first to Lincoln, then to Bryce, "You said you've never
been fucked. I say we change it right now. I dare Bryce to fuck Lincoln and
I dare Elliott to fuck Bryce while he's doing it!"

"Whoa, no way!" Lincoln said insistently, waving his hands dismissively.

"Yeah, too far!" Bryce agreed.

Ben looked upset that they weren't going to do it, but said nothing.

"What, so you'll quite happily see me get fucked for the first time, but
you guys are... what, too good for it?" Jack demanded angrily.

"No, it's not that. I just..." Bryce started.

"You just what?" Jack asked sharply. "Come on, Ben gave you a dare. You
gonna do it or not?"

The tension in the air was palpable. There it was, lingering between them,
the fact they had forced Jack into sexual acts, ones they were now
unwilling to engage in themselves. Guilt shot through the whole group as
Jack kept looking round them all.

Eventually, giving in to the shame and guilt they felt, Lincoln and Bryce
started moving together, gesturing for Elliott to come and join them, to
complete the dare as it had been given.

Moments later, underwear removed and condoms applied, Bryce was beginning
to prepare Lincoln for entry. Although most carried at least one condom
(Lincoln was always supplied with many), they had no lubricant so Bryce was
reliant on his own spit as he started fingering his friend's hole.

"You sure about this?" Bryce whispered, his body leaning up against
Lincoln's.

"Yeah, we gotta do this!" Lincoln sound, his voice shaking slightly.

Bryce nodded and pushed the head of his cock into Lincoln's ass. The other
teen grunted at the slow intrusion, but clenched his fists and let Bryce
continue pushing into him. Moments later, fully inserted, Bryce held still
as Elliott repeated the same actions on him.

Both Lincoln and Bryce knelt there in the fuck-chain, a cock inside them
for the first time, Bryce's girth stretching Lincoln's hole and Elliott's
impressive length pushed further into Bryce than the younger teen ever
thought possible.

"Hey, I don't wanna miss out on this!" Ben said, seeing the action he had
instigated. As he stood and removed his underwear, everyone expected him to
move to the front, to get fucked by Lincoln. Instead, he moved behind his
boyfriend and, after applying a little of his own spit-lube, pushed his
rigid cock into Elliott's hole.

They began to move, the four-way fuck slowly speeding up. Jack sat and
stared, not looking like he was enjoying it in the slightest. Nor was he
looking angry as he beheld his
friend-turned-tormentors-turned-friends-again. Instead he just looked sad.

"Guess this kinda makes us even!" Ben joked, looking round at Jack, who
just stared blankly back.

The fucking didn't last long. The alcohol, the kissing, the various other
dares and new sensations of first fucks had quickly pushed them to climax,
both Elliott and Bryce filling their condoms while Ben shot his load inside
his lover, the two unconcerned about protection thanks to their carefulness
with others and relative monogamy.

Before the other four had even begun to move apart, Jack looked across at
his friends, eyes watery. "Okay, I've got one, for Elliott. It's a truth!"

Beginning to recover from the fuck and starting to pull on underwear, the
others looked, mildly concerned.

"How could you?" Jack asked sorrowfully, his tone quiet, pleading
almost. "How could you do it all to me?"

"Jack, I..." Elliott stuttered.

"No, don't!" Jack said, face screwing up angrily. "I've been awful, to a
lot of people for a long time. That's... that's just something I'm gonna
have to deal with, but you... you actually wanted to hurt me. You're one of
the nicest guys I've ever met and you... you humiliated me and... and
degraded me..." he said, standing up, fists clenched, "And raped me! You
put me on a stage for your own entertainment, you put me in a room full of
strangers and watched them rape me and beat me. You watched my life fall
apart and you just.... let it happen!" He had begun advancing on Elliott.

Lincoln quickly backed away as Bryce moved towards Ben. If things were
about to get physical, he wanted to be in a position to protect the
smallest of the group.

"I was... I was trying to... to help you!" Elliott stuttered shakily.

"DON'T!" Jack snarled. "Even if that was what you were doing.... YOU DON'T
HELP SOMEONE BY RAPING THEM!"

Elliott jumped to his feet, backing away from Jack slowly. "I get that we
took things... a bit far..."

"A BIT FAR?" Jack yelled.

"And I get that the things we made you do might seem a bit harsh,
but... you enjoyed some of it!" Elliott argued back weakly.

Jack lunged forward, grabbing Elliott round the throat. "GETTING A BONER
DOESN'T MAKE RAPE OKAY YOU FUCKING MONSTER!"

The two fell to the ground, Jack choking Elliott as he struggled to get
free. Bryce and Lincoln were immediately on them, trying to pull the
furious teen away.

Ben looked across at the skirmish, trembling.

By the time Jack and Elliott were pulled apart, both were sobbing,
overwhelmed by a confusing mix of anger, betrayal and lust. Bryce, kneeling
at Jack's side as he pulled him away, attempted to hold him.

"Get off!" Jack demanded weakly, pulling away. "You're worse than Elliott!"

Bryce stared, shaking.

"He set out to hurt me and he did it. You did this for revenge but all you
did was make me..." Jack stopped, taking a sharp intake of breath. He shook
his head, lips pressed tightly together. He didn't want to say it but he
knew he had to. "You made me fall in love with you. You made me think you
were my saviour, but you still let all this happen to me!" Jack explained,
sniffing heavily.

"Jack, I didn't... I mean... I was..." Bryce mumbled, staring at him, tears
welling.

"I'm done, with all of you!" Jack said, walking across to the middle of
their makeshift camp. He grabbed his clothes and his phone and started
walking away. He stopped momentarily and walked back, looking down at a
slightly scared and confused Ben. He took a deep breath and said, "Ben, I'm
sorry for all the times I hurt you. You didn't deserve it!"

With that, Jack walked away. Nobody followed, they simply sat in silence,
shaken by the words Jack had said. They were true, every single one of
them.