Date: Sat, 16 Jul 2016 23:55:08 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton is Not a Nice Person Chapter 2

This story is very heavily influenced by another great story here on Nifty
titled 'The Downfall of Nate Ramsey' which can be found here
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downfall-of-nate-ramsey/ Many
thanks to the author, Jax Cooper, for giving his agreement to let me borrow
his idea! If you haven't read it already, go and do it (and then pester Jax
to finish it!!)

If you enjoy this story, check out my other work at
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#mattsmith or feel free to contact
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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 2


THEN

Despite being a Junior, Jack sat with the Seniors on the football team, the
whole group laughing collectively at the team's new recruits. More than
half of the team was made up of Seniors, but the rest were Juniors and
there were even two Sophomores. Jack had taken a particular dislike to the
two youngest team members. Who made the team was down to the coach, but
that didn't mean the young Captain had to be happy about it.

Jack had always been proud of joining the varsity team so young and while
he still held the record for being the youngest in the school, these new
boys, Bryce and Lincoln had come dangerously close to breaking that
record. More worryingly, it became apparent almost immediately that Bryce
had his eyes set on Jack's position as Captain. That was simply
unacceptable to the vicious sixteen-year-old.

As soon as Coach Sanders announced the team, Jack had made the decision to
bring back a long forgotten tradition from the past of the team –
hazing. While he was tempted to go all out, making the new team members
strip and commit sordid sexual acts as he knew had been done in the past,
he had also been warned about the possible repercussions of that sort of
thing. Instead, he opted for something else.

"You look so pretty!" Jack called out with a laugh to the new guys.

Bryce, Lincoln and the other noobs had all been ordered to put on a
selection of ladies clothes, then had their faces covered with make-up,
mostly giving them over-emphasised red lips making them look more like drag
queens than women. Once they were dressed up, Jack had proudly led them
through the school halls, forcing them to pose with anyone who wanted a
picture, encouraging insults and ridicule from the other students.

While the Juniors had gradually been allowed to return to the locker room
and take off the embarrassing outfits, Jack had singled out the two
sophomores for some extra humiliation.

"Come on Brycie, you too Linky, give everyone a show!" Jack
taunted. "You're gonna stay here until you've earned your place on the
team!" As he said it, he pulled a wad of dollar bills out of his pocket and
started handing them round to students. "Come on pretty ladies, come and
earn your tips!"

Bryce, who was dressed in a tiny crop top that was stretched absurdly over
his well-toned chest and a tiny denim skirt that barely covered his ass and
cock reluctantly followed along. He wanted to kill Jack, but he knew the
captain had all the power and he needed to be on the team. Lincoln, who had
been forced into nothing but a two-piece bikini lagged a little further
behind. Faces flushed bright red, they started approaching the students who
had been handed the money by Jack.

A female student, openly laughing in his face, tucked a dollar bill into
the waistline of Bryce's skirt.

"No, no. Not like that!" Jack said, coming back and snatching the dollar
back. "I said you've gotta earn it. Dance for the lovely lady!"

Bryce scowled at Jack. It was taking every last ounce of self-control he
had not to punch the smug teen in the face. Gritting his teeth, he started
gyrating his hips, raising his hands in the air as he did his best to dance
'sexily' for the girl. Lincoln copied, knowing he would likely be the
subject of Jack's ire if he didn't. The dance moves got a renewed round of
laughter from the students in the hallway who started cheering, hollering
and whistling for the two dancers.

Jack simply stood back with the seniors, laughing at the ritual
humiliation.

---------

NOW

Jack was frozen in place, Bryce's cock inches from his face. He had been
ordered to suck it and already knew the consequences if he didn't. He had
just been recorded by the younger teen crawling across the floor and
licking up his own cum, the result of a hands-free orgasm. As he considered
moving back and refusing the command, all he could see in his mind was his
mother watching the video in absolute disgust and disowning him.

"Please..." Jack begged weakly.

"Suck it! I won't tell you again!" Bryce snapped.

Face screwed up in disgust, Jack leant forward, feeling the eyes of the
other teens in the room burning into him. He glanced at Bryce's cock for a
moment and found it was not quite what he had expected. Not that he ever
thought about Bryce's cock, or anyone else's for that matter, but he was
still somehow surprised by it. Bryce was big for his age. He had started
working out heavily, almost obsessively when he had been accepted onto the
team, quickly bulking up into an absolute tank of a young man. His chest
was huge, his abs legendary and his biceps had been known to rip the
sleeves of many of his shirts in the midst of a pose, which he loved to do.

He was a fairly attractive young man too, yet another thing that made him
seem more of a threat to Jack's supremacy of the school. With his dark,
cropped hair and piercing hazel eyes, he seemed to have his choice of the
girls at school. He liked to keep a very light stubble, something that
stood out even more when he was amongst his classmates, many of whom were
yet to even start shaving. The cock, though, that was what surprised
Jack. He knew the stereotype about the big muscular guys, how they were so
often trying to compensate for tiny junk. Even at semi-hardness, Jack could
see that the stereotype certainly did not ring true in this particular
case.

Jack leant closer and, almost in tears, poked out his tongue and licked the
head of the large, cut dick. With his hands behind his back, he was finding
it hard to balance and suddenly slipped. The cock plunged fully into his
mouth, making Bryce gasp.

"Fuck, the boy's keen!" Bryce called out happily. "You really want that
cock, don't you?" he asked, grabbing Jack's hair and lifting his head up.

Coughing from the sudden intrusion into his mouth, Jack's eyes began to
water as he looked up. "No, I don't!" he argued feebly.

"Sure you do. Now down you go!" Bryce said with a cruel grin. He thrust
Jack's head back down, his rapidly stiffening cock filling his Captain's
mouth.

Jack didn't have time to think about hos it tasted, he was simply doing his
best not to choke as Bryce started fucking his face. He wondered how any
gay guy or girl could ever do this willingly. It was painful, degrading and
downright disgusting. Coughing and spluttering, he could feel the cock
swelling in his mouth as his nose pressed against coarse, wiry
pubes. Struggling for breath, Jack was taking in deep breaths through his
nose although that came with the unfortunate side-effect that he was
essentially sniffing Bryce's crotch.

"You're a crap cock sucker!" Bryce admonished the restrained boy, releasing
his grip on Jack's hair. "Use your tongue!" he commanded.

With his head free, Jack considered pulling off entirely, but knew that if
he tried, he would simply be forced back down again. He lifted his head
slightly though, allowing his tongue to slide around the swollen head of
Bryce's tool. His movements got a series of happy grunts from the large
sixteen-year-old, indicating to Jack that he was doing it right.

It sickened him to think that he was sucking cock at all, let alone doing
it well, but on he went, following his commands, praying for it all to
end. He knew deep inside though that this wouldn't end. He had started
serving the others under threat of having his nudity publicly exposed, then
he had started committing these depraved acts under threat of having his
naked servitude and orgasm publicly exposed. He had absolutely no doubt
that this, too, was being recorded to be used as leverage against him. It
was a vicious spiral and he knew that he was trapped. At this point it was
either do as they said, play along until they got bored and be released or
walk away and face public humiliation.

"Okay, turns out you're not a bad cock sucker after all," Bryce said
happily, relaxing back into the sofa as Jack continued to suck. "I'm sure
your Mom would be so proud if she found out!" he said mockingly, getting a
growl in response from the naked boy. Knowing how pissed off Jack was
somehow made the blow job more arousing and Bryce felt his orgasm coming.

Jack stumbled backwards as Bryce suddenly stood, pushing him away. Laying
awkwardly on the floor with his hands behind his back, Jack looked up in
horror as the large teen stood over him, stroked his cock a couple of times
and started shooting thick globs of cum all over him.

"Ah fuck!" Jack complained a glob landed on his cheek. The rest landed
across his body, peppering him with gooey white blobs.

"Swearing again!" Bryce said, grinning as he flicked the last of the cum
from his cock and slid it back into his pants. "Ben, what's the
punishment?"

Ben looked overjoyed, not only at the humiliation Jack had been handed by
Bryce, but also at the fact he got to dish out another punishment. Not that
he needed an excuse to make the older teen suffer, but at least now it felt
more justified. "I think you should lick up the cum again!" he ordered.

Jack looked at the boy in disgust. It had been bad enough when it was his
own. The thought of licking up someone else's was repulsive. That was when
he realised the other problem. "How? I can't lick my own face!" Jack said
sharply.

"You're gonna roll over, rub the cum onto the floor, then lick it off
that!" Ben explained calmly, getting looks of both amazement and admiration
from the others.

"Fuck, that's nasty!" Danny said with a chuckle.

"Oh come on!" Jack complained.

Ben grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a shot of Jack, then held the
phone down to show him. "Naked and covered in cum, maybe that could be your
new facebook profile pic! Whadda you think?" he asked with a sly smile.

Jack took a deep breath and rolled over onto his front. He could feel the
wetness of Bryce's load sandwiched between his body and the wooden
floor. He pushed himself along with his feet, ensuring to rub his cheek too
to get rid of the glob stuck there. He left a wet, slimy trail as he moved,
like an over-sized slug before turning himself round to slide the opposite
way, this time lapping up the sticky mess with his tongue. He was
breathless by the end of it, partly from the occasional retching, but also
because manoeuvring himself in that way was proving quite tiring.

"So who's next?" Ben asked, looking to the other four.

Aaron, Lincoln, Danny and Elliott glanced round at each other. A couple of
them were visibly ready for a little oral attention but it was Lincoln who
volunteered. "I'll do it!" he said happily.

Jack sighed, tipping his head backwards to look at the other teens. He
tried rolling onto his side to get up, knowing what he was being asked to
do, but was stopped by a foot on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll come to you!" Lincoln said happily as he stood
up. Completely care-free, he dropped his pants and boxer-briefs in a single
motion and stepped out of them.

Jack stared up at the sixteen-year-old, amazed at the apparent ease of his
exposure. He couldn't help thinking how he could have avoided all of this
if he had been as carefree about his body as Lincoln appeared to be. The
point was emphasised further as Lincoln pulled off his shirt over his head
and threw it aside, now standing there in just his socks.

Lincoln was a polar opposite to Bryce. While the other boy was dark and
muscular, Lincoln was a slender blonde, his fair hair always a mess, but
fashionably so. His slim torso clearly showed he had good muscle
definition. While he lacked Bryce's bulk, he was certainly no slouch in the
gym although he trained more for speed and endurance than power. Being
blonde, he was fairly smooth, with just a smattering of hair on his lower
legs, a modest bush and the beginnings of pit hair. His cock was already
rigid. It looked to be similar in length to the one Jack had just been
sucking, but seemed somewhat wider, although that may simply have been
because Jack was looking up at it looming over him.

Wondering what was about to happen, Jack shuddered slightly as he saw
Lincoln position himself with a foot either side of his head and then begin
to kneel. He pointed his cock downwards as he got lower. Jack kept his
mouth closed as the tip pressed against his lips, but a slightly more
insistent push made him open up and accept it. As the cock slid inside the
warm, wet cavity, Jack snorted when he felt Lincoln's balls land on his
nose.

Much like it had been with Bryce, if he wanted to breath it meant sniffing
an intimate part of one of his teammates. Jack closed his eyes wanting to
avoid staring straight into Lincoln's butt-crack, but a quick yell from Ben
to keep them open and he found himself forced to watch the teen's rear as
he bobbed up and down, fucking his mouth.

"MMMMFFFF!" Jack mumbled, all sound muffled by the teen sitting on his
face. He felt Lincoln's hands reach down and grab his nipples. He felt his
cock stiffening, despite his orgasm less than fifteen minutes earlier.

There he was, naked, restrained with a naked Lincoln sat on his face and
fucking his mouth, yet Jack's mind was on something else. He felt appalled
at himself for his reaction to nipple stimulation. It was something he had
never experienced before. When he jerked off, the focus was on nothing but
the cock and when he was with a girl, it was either basic fucking or
playing with the girl's tits. Getting turned on because of nipples seemed
like something girls were meant to do, not guys, which made his own
feelings of exhilaration all the more embarrassing.

Before he knew what was happening, Jack heard Lincoln moaning the suddenly
his throat was filled with the teen's spunk. Unprepared, he started
choking. Lincoln's cock pulled out and Jack leant to the side, intending to
spit it out.

Ben was on him in a shot, pressing a hand over his mouth. "Swallow it!" he
hissed.

Jack was retching, coughing into Ben's hand, desperately trying to get rid
of the thick load but eventually realised he had no choice and gulped it
down in two swallows.

Satisfied that Jack had done as commanded, Ben pulled his hand away and
smiled down at the exhausted teen. "You look like you need a break!" he
said sympathetically.

"Yes please," Jack nodded, relieved at the sudden offer.

"Great, who wants pizza?" Ben asked. He got a unanimous yes and went off to
place the order, leaving Jack alone with the other five.

"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked as soon as Ben was out of the
room. "Has the little faggot got something on all of you too? Is that it?
Is he making you do this?"

"Un-fucking-believable!" Elliott said, laughing incredulously. "You know
Jack, there's been a few times I've sat here watching this where I've
thought 'maybe he doesn't deserve this', then you go and open your mouth
and prove me wrong." He got up and knelt at Jack's side, leaning in
close. "You deserve every single thing we're gonna do to you!" He punched
his fist down into Jack's stomach then stood and stormed out of the room.

Jack doubled over in pain at the impact, wheezing slightly. The rest of the
boys simply laughed, then started a conversation, completely ignoring Jack.

When Ben walked back in, placing something down on his way. He immediately
noticed Elliott's absence but said nothing. Instead he moved over to Jack,
giving his pained expression a puzzled look. "Okay, all ordered, should be
here pretty soon. Now I think it's time to get you ready!"

"You're gonna make me answer the door naked, aren't you?" Jack groaned
unhappily as he rolled onto his back again.

Ben grinned. "No, but I like the way you think. Guys, a hand please?"

The other four got up from their seats then roughly lifted Jack up onto his
feet. Jack attempted to struggle free of their grip but knew it was
ultimately pointless. Cuffed on both his wrists and ankles, he couldn't
have gone anywhere even if he had escaped their grasp. He felt a sudden
sense of relief though as the handcuffs were undone. Danny immediately
grabbed one arm, holding it down at his side, while Bryce got the other.

"Okay, bend his arm," Ben instructed.

Bryce did as requested, bending Jack's arm so his hand ended up above of
his shoulder. Jack watched in dismay as Ben presented a length of rope and
began wrapping it around his folded arm. Round and round he wrapped it,
then looped it round itself and tied it off in a large knot. This
effectively left Jack completely unable to unfold his arm. They did the
same with his other arm as Jack began to look more and more distressed.

Occasionally, one of the four holding Jack reached down and tweaked a
nipple, laughing collectively as the restrained teen's cock kept
alternating between hard and soft.

"Okay, down on his back again!" Ben ordered.

Jack sighed as he found himself getting put back down on the ground. As
soon as he was down, the others set about tying his legs in much the same
manner as his arms, bending them first then wrapping rope around and
through the middle. When they were done, they flipped him over.

Jack quickly realised what they had done. They had made him completely
unable to stand, having to crawl around on his elbows and knees to get
anywhere. "Oh come on," he groaned, his limbs already aching.

"Aww, he's like a little doggy!" Aaron taunted, running his fingers through
Jack's hair, then giving him a quick swat on his rear.

"Yup, and doggy's probably getting thirsty by now," Ben said, stepping
across the room. He picked up the dish he had placed down on his way in and
placed it on the floor in front of Jack. "Come on puppy, have a drink!"

Jack stared at it, yet another insult to him from the younger teen. He
simply shook his head and said, "I'm not thirsty!"

"I SAID DRINK!" Ben yelled furiously. He grabbed a handful of Jack's hair
and pushed him face first into the bowl.

Jack's arms splayed out to the side and his knees slid back and has hit the
ground, his face going straight into the bowl of water. He coughed and
spluttered, water going in his nose and mouth as he gasped at the shock of
the boy's violence. For a brief second he worried he might drown, but as
his face splashed and tipped the bowl, most of the water drained out of it.

Coughing up the accidentally inhaled water, Jack pulled his head free of
Ben's grip and looked up at him. "YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL ME YOU LITTLE
PSYCHO!"

Ben looked furious, eyes wide with range. He stormed across the room to a
small pile of supplies that had been prepared for the evening. He came back
a moment later sporting a large wooden panel. Without warning, he swung it
as hard as he could onto Jack's bare rump.

SMACK!

This time, Jack didn't stand a chance of concealing his pain. The paddle
was brutal, sending a sharp jolt of pain through Jack's whole body.

"THAT'S FOR SWEARING!" Ben yelled. He dropped the paddle again with another
loud SMACK! "That one's for yelling at one of your masters!" SMACK! "And
that one's for calling me a psycho!" he said, calming just a little as he
vented his aggression.

Jack was openly sobbing now, laying there battered and helpless. Ben
continued to stand over him, wielding the wooden board.

"Hey," Lincoln said, standing up and taking the paddle gently from
Ben. "Why don't you... cool down for a minute."

Ben was breathing heavily, slightly shaken by his own actions. He found
himself extremely grateful of Lincoln's intervention, letting the older boy
take the paddle. He nodded and headed out of the room.

---------

Elliott was sat outside in the back garden. Just down the back steps was a
bench beneath a large tree. He had been sat there ever since he punched
Jack and was only just beginning to calm down. He looked round as he saw
movement, Ben walked out of the back door.

"Hey you," Elliott said with a smile. That was when he saw the teen's
expression. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, standing up.

Ben dashed down the steps towards Elliott, diving into the arms that were
stretched out as he approached.

"What's wrong?" Elliott asked in a gentle whisper as he wrapped his arms
around Ben.

"I just... I kinda lost control just now!" Ben said back unhappily.

"Hey, we kinda knew that might happen. We both know how you feel about
him!" Elliott said back, sliding a hand up Ben's back, letting his fingers
disappear into the boy's hair.

"I know. I just... I don't like it. I wanna make him suffer so much, for
everything but I hate the way it makes me feel!" Ben mumbled.

"Not all of you hates it!" Elliott sniggered, feeling a firmness against
his leg.

Ben pulled away slightly, blushing at his erection. "Shut up. You were
pretty hard in there too!"

"Yup, and I can't wait to put it to good use!" Elliott replied with a
cheeky grin. He leant down and planted his lips on Ben's, the two kissing
for several seconds.

Ben chuckled as they parted and leaned his head against Elliott's chest. "I
love you!"

"I love you too!" Elliott replied, kissing the top of the boy's head. "And
I am SO glad you thought of all this!"

"Hey, I couldn't have done it without you!" Ben said gratefully. "Using the
fear of nudity against him, that was your idea. This wouldn't have happened
without you! Any regrets?"

Elliott looked thoughtful for a moment, letting his arms rest on the
younger teen's shoulders. "Just one... I haven't fucked him yet!"

Ben chuckled at his lover's comments and nodded, "Don't worry, all in good
time!"

---------

When the pizzas arrived, Ben was true to his word and didn't make Jack go
to answer the door. Instead he took the pizzas and placed them on the
coffee table, the six dressed guys all tucking in to them. Jack just looked
on hungrily, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing him ask
for food.

"Hey, looks like puppy's hungry!" Elliott said, seeing jack eyeing up the
pizzas. "Here, boy. Come and get it!" He pulled off a part of the crust and
held it in the palm of his hand.

"I'm not eating out of your hand!" Jack snapped.

"You'll do as you're told or you'll get the paddle again!" Bryce said
quickly, trying to avoid Ben's intervention.

Jack sighed heavily and crawled along on his elbows and knees to Elliott's
lowered hand. He shot his former friend an angry glare, then moved in to
take the morsel. Annoyingly, he found it pulled away at the last second.

"Oh, too slow, pup!" Elliott taunted. "Let's play fetch instead!" He threw
the pizza crust across the room, then looked down at Jack.

"You kidding me?" Jack asked in annoyance, looking up again.

"Go get it boy!" Elliott said enthusiastically, like he was talking to an
actual dog.

With another sigh, Jack turned and crawled across the room. When he reached
the dry bit of bread, he grabbed it with his mouth and swallowed it. The
entire routine was attracting lots of laughs and taunts from the others.

"That looks fun. I wanna go!" Lincoln said happily. He pulled off a piece
of his own slice of pizza and threw it backwards towards the front door.

Jack looked at Ben for a moment, but the boy's expression very clearly told
him he would be forced to do it if he failed to do it willingly. Back and
forth Jack crawled across the room, chasing the bits of food the others
threw for him, occasionally being ordered to stop at his bowl and get a
drink. Every part of him ached already and as much as he wished otherwise,
he had no doubt there was more still to come.

Jack was made to clear the pizza boxes away. They were balanced on his back
and he was told to take them through to the kitchen and advised he would
receive a spanking if he dropped them, which he inevitably did... three
times! So three times they were placed on top of him again with his butt
growing an increasingly dark shade of red.

As Jack crawled his way back in he looked up nervously at the six ominously
silent teens looming over him.

"Aww, poor boy, look how sore that butt is!" Elliott teased, leaning down
and rubbing the red cheeks.

Jack flinched and pulled away. Not because it hurt, but he was so pissed at
Elliott that he didn't couldn't stand his friend's touch, especially not
somewhere so intimate.

"Do you think we should make it better for him?" Ben asked, his tone
sounding concerned, but his expression implying otherwise. "Get him up on
the sofa."

Elliott, Lincoln and Bryce lifted Jack roughly onto the sofa, finally
bringing him up to eye level with everyone else again for the first time in
hours.

"Nah, other way up," Ben said, gesturing to flip him over.

Jack got thrown over onto his back, staring nervously at the young men now
standing over him.

"You two, pull back his legs!" Elliott ordered Aaron and Lincoln. The two
happily complied, reaching forward to grab the ropes binding Jack's legs
and pulled. Jack doubled over, his butt raising into the air. It also
brought the seventeen-year-old's cock directly over his own face.

'At least it's not somebody else's,' Jack thought to himself.

"Here you go," Ben said, handing a bottle of lotion to Elliott, a glob of
it already in his other hand.

Elliott took the bottle, squeezed some out then the two of them started
gently rubbing it in to Jack's sore-looking cheeks.

The restrained boy actually let out a slight mew of happiness as he closed
his eyes. After all the misery and suffering he had endured so far, it
actually felt nice to have someone touching him so tenderly, even if it was
a faggot and a traitor touching one of his most private areas. His eyes
suddenly shot open as he felt a finger slide into the crack.

"Whoa, hey!" he called out in shock. He felt himself reddening on the
cheeks again as he looked up and saw his own cock swelling, right above his
face.

The finger dug a little deeper, making contact with his hole. He squirmed
desperately to get free, but with his arms restrained and his legs being
held, he could barely even wiggle. There were now two fingers in his crack,
moving in opposite directions, he figured one each from Elliott and
Ben. They caressed back and further, sending little ripples of unwelcome
pleasure though the jock's body every time they slide across his tightly
puckered sphincter. The back and forth movements slowly came to a stop,
both fingers positioned in a most unwelcome spot.

"No no no no no no," Jack pleaded. It didn't take a genius to figure out
what was coming next.

As one, Elliott and Ben pushed down with the tips of their fingers. Jack's
hole resisted at first as the teen clenched, trying desperately to keep
them out. Once he realised that all it would do is make it hurt more, he
conceded and relaxed, the tips of the two fingers sliding in together as
the puckered opening retracted.

"Aaaaah!" Jack grunted, more from shock and discomfort than actual
pain. When he realised what was going to happen, Jack had briefly
envisioned their fingers being thrust in savagely, finger-fucking him
furiously. Instead, they were being surprisingly gentle, the two digits
working in slowly.

"How does it feel, Jacky?" Bryce taunted. "You like having your ass played
with?"

"Fuck off, I'm not faggot!" Jack grunted, his humiliation from his position
shattering any chance he had of holding his tongue.

Ben and Elliott grinned at each other then said in unison, "No swearing!"
They pushed down hard, both fingers suddenly plunged in all the way to the
knuckle.

"Yaaaah-ooooh!" Jack called out, at first in pain from the violent
intrusion then suddenly feeling something else, something... new! "What the
hell's that?" Jack asked desperately.

The two tormentors, fingers still fully inserted, took turns pressing
firmly on Jack's magic spot.

"That'll be your prostate!" Elliott said with a chuckle. He leaned down and
looked at Jack's throbbing cock. A single bead of precum had oozed from the
tip. A look further down revealed Jack's eyes were now tightly
closed. "Open your mouth!" he instructed.

"Nuh-uh!" Jack mumbled, squeezing his mouth closed as tightly as his eyes.

Elliott pulled his finger most of the way out, leaving the tip just inside,
then thrust back down hard. Jack yelled out in pain, mouth opening
wide. Elliott smiled at the reaction and said gently, "Good now, now keep
it open!"

As the two teens resumed their alternating prodding of Jack's sensitive
prostate, the bead of precum grew and grew until it was heavy enough to
drip. Just as Elliott had planned, it fell straight into Jack's mouth.

"Ugh!" Jack scoffed immediately, although the taste wasn't entirely
unpleasant. His reaction came mostly from knowing what he was doing and a
desire to not appear like he was enjoying it. While he was hating every
second, he felt entirely betrayed by his own cock. Why was it hard... and
oozing? He couldn't explain it.

"Anyone else want a go?" Ben asked the other four spectators.

Lincoln jumped forward. "Yeah, I'll do it!" he said happily, lubing a
finger with the lotion. He stepped round the sofa and took Ben's place.

The swap-over triggered a series of switches. Aaron took Elliott's place,
Danny took over from Lincoln, Bryce replaced Aaron. Round it went until all
six of them had taken a go at fingering their captive. They all took great
pleasure in mocking jack for his ongoing precum production, especially each
time another drop fell into his gaping mouth.

Having his most intimate parts played with had felt like rock bottom to
Jack, like he could literally sink no lower. That was until he felt it
building! By the time it got back round to Elliott and Ben fingering him,
he knew an orgasm was imminent. He thought of every unsexy image he could
conceived, he tried desperately willing his cock to go down or his prostate
to stop sending those little ripples of pleasure every time it was prodded,
but nothing worked.

The six teens all watched in amazement as Jack's laboured breathing
gradually turned into quiet whimpers, then loud moans before finally giving
way to a frustrated shout of pure delight as his cock began spurting his
second load of the evening. Much like the precum, the fraught
seventeen-year-old's spunk mostly landed in his mouth. He swallowed it
without instruction, mostly because he knew spitting it out would be
punished and he hated the thought of it just sitting there in his mouth.

A few splatters managed to cover his cheeks, the thick liquid feeling
unpleasantly warm on his skin. It only sat there a second before he felt a
finger on his cheek, scooping it up. As the finger entered his mouth, Jack
heard the single word command, "Suck!"

He opened his eyes and looked up to see Lincoln staring back. He took a
breath, then closed his lips around the younger boy's finger and sucked it
clean.

"Hey, good idea!" Ben sniggered. As Lincoln's finger emerged, he reached
down and pushed his own finger into Jack's mouth.

Jack retched at the thought of where the finger had been, but did his best
to suck anyway.

"Eww!" Danny and Bryce both called out.

"Jack, you nasty little bitch!" Aaron said, laughing and averting his eyes.

Jack's legs flopped heavily onto the sofa as they were released as Ben
pulled out his finger. He lay there, panting for a moment, lost in his own
thoughts. Twice now they had made him cum. Yet neither time had they so
much as touched his cock. He had never even known such a thing were
possible, so for these guys to know his body seemingly better than he knew
it himself was humiliating. He stared blankly at the ceiling, avoiding
looking at any of his captors.

"So what's next?" Danny asked eagerly. Unlike Elliott, Ben, Lincoln and, to
a certain extent, Bryce, who were mostly showing their own signs of
physical arousal, Danny was getting no sexual thrill from Jack's
torture. Instead, he was simply getting a great deal of satisfaction from
knowing he was suffering for all the things he had done over the years.

"Well we've loosened him up. No point letting that go to waste!" Elliott
said, grabbing his erection through his pants.

"You want some privacy?" Aaron asked, unsure if Elliott would want to be
watched.

Jack's former best friend smirked as he saw the naked teen glance at
him. "No, it's little Jacky's first time. That deserved an audience. Untie
his legs!"

The group set about releasing Jack's legs as Elliott began to undress. Jack
found himself watching, trying to make eye contact with his friend in a
desperate attempt to convince him to stop.  Elliott's body had changed
somewhat since Jack last saw it. He had seen his friend undress in the
changing rooms back when they were on the junior varsity team together and
he had been well on the way to becoming as muscular as Bryce, but that had
stopped when he dropped out of the team to focus on his studies.

Elliott had continued working out, mostly out of habit from his days on the
team, but his focus had mainly been on cardio, so he had now slimmed down
somewhat, but still showed excellent muscle definition across his chest and
stomach. If anything, being tall and slender he now had more like a
swimmer's build. He had really grown into his looks too. Being the
blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, he had always been cute, but as he matured
that had blossomed into handsomeness. Jack often questioned his friend
about why he wasn't fucking every girl in school. Between the looks and the
body, Jack had always insisted he should be 'drowning in pussy'.

Jack let out a sigh of relief as he stretched out his legs, bending them
back and forth a few times to try and get the feeling back in them. He was
allowed only a brief reprieve as Elliott stepped in front of him, entirely
naked. Jack stared open-mouthed. As long as it had been since he had seen
Elliott shirtless, it had been even longer since he had seen him entirely
naked. His cock hung out in front of him, rock hard and easily nine inches
long.

"Dude. Respect!" Bryce said with a sly grin, giving Elliott a fist-bump.

Elliott grinned at the reaction. His cock was his favourite part of his
body and while he had been a little nervous at stripping off in front of
the others, he knew he would impress. "Come on," he said, grabbing Jack's
arm and pulling him up from the sofa.

"Please don't," Jack begged in barely a whisper as he was led around the
back of the sofa. "I can't have that thing inside me!"

"Shut up!" Elliott snapped, then pushed Jack over the sofa, bending him
over and exposing his hole. He quickly slipped on a condom and applied some
of the lotion, feeling a little self-conscious as he stroked the full
length of it, but feeling a little aroused at all of the looks of
admiration. He stepped forward, guiding the tip into Jack's hole.

"Please," Jack repeated. He had his eyes closed, head tilted down towards
the sofa cushions.

Elliott reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jack's hair, the light
brown locks gripped tightly between his fingers. He pulled hard, jolting
the teen's head upwards and barked, "Open your eyes. Look at them. See them
watching you! You close your eyes and I will make this REALLY hurt!"

Jack was almost hyper-ventilating. He wanted to cry, to literally break
down and sob in a way he hadn't done for the best part of a decade. He
looked at the five spectators, forcing himself to hold back the
tears. Being helpless, getting fucked, that was already horrific enough,
but looking the others in the eye somehow made it infinitely worse. Knowing
they could see him, see his humiliation, standing there watching with
expressions of disgust and amusement.

Satisfied that Jack was obeying, Elliott moved forward again, his cock
pushing into Jack's rear. As the boy was behaving for now, he kept it slow
and gentle. He wanted Jack to suffer, but at the same time he was eager to
teach him that behaviour would make things easier and misbehaviour is what
earned the real pain. Once he was a couple of inches in, he started pulling
back. In he went again, this time an inch further. He continued in this
way, in and out, deeper and deeper.

Once he reached about seven inches, he decided to go no further. Jack was a
bastard and he needed to suffer, but this was his first time. There was a
big difference between a bit of suffering a severe rectal trauma! As much
as he wanted to feel the full length of his shaft inside Jack's
tantalisingly tight hole, he knew it was probably best not to do that just
yet.

Jack was still breathing heavily. Thankfully, although long, Elliott's cock
wasn't particularly thick. He could barely imagine how something that long
would feel if it was more hefty, he hoped he would never have to find
out. For now, his former friend's cock was more than enough to keep him
distracted. His own cock was providing a certain level of distraction
itself. Despite his orgasm minutes earlier, despite all the pain and
embarrassment, it somehow remained ramrod-stiff.

"Oh God he's so tight!" Elliott groaned in delight as his thrusting sped
up. His face was a flushed from both the exertion and from fucking for a
crowd, but any self-consciousness he felt was easily brushed aside knowing
how much worse it was for Jack. "Ah, yeah!" Elliott called out, feeling his
imminent release. He pulled out, yanked off the condom and stroked his long
tool a few times. His cock began spurting thick wads of spunk onto Jack's
back. He didn't achieve quite the same impressive distance of Jack's
earlier orgasm, but it was a very hefty load.

Relieved to have the pressure gone from his rear, jack somehow felt more
exposed as he felt the warm goo coating his lower back. A moment later, he
felt lips against his skin and he realised Elliott was licking the cum off
of him. It felt bizarre, but he felt relieved at the fact that at least he
wouldn't be forced to swallow another guy's spunk again.

Elliott grabbed Jack's shoulder, pulling him up, but immediately pushed him
down onto his knees. Grabbing the restrained teen's cheeks, he tilted his
head back and forced his mouth open. He leaned over, bringing his lips to
just a few inches above Jack's own.

Staring up at Elliott in shock, Jack thought they were about to
kiss. Instead, the taller boy's mouth opened and he spat his entire load
directly into Jack's open mouth.

"Ah yes!" Bryce called out, applauding Elliott's treatment of Jack. It
triggered a round of cheers from the others.

Elliott stared Jack straight in the eye until the kneeling young man
reluctantly swallowed the cocktail of spit and cum, then stood up and
accepted the adulation of the others. Jack slumped to the floor, leaning
heavily on the back of the sofa, exhausted. He wasn't sure how much more he
could take.

"Okay, my turn!" Ben called out happily as Elliott returned to the front of
the sofa. "Come on Jack, round here!" he called their slave.

With his arms restrained and legs still weak, Jack struggled to stand, but
eventually made it up. As he looked at the other six, he could see Elliott
was already half-dressed, while Ben was doing the opposite.

The ginger fifteen-year-old was already shirtless. It was obvious that he
did little exercise or sport as he lacked any of the muscle definition of
the other in the room, but he was still in fairly good shape, mostly just
flat and smooth. The freckles covering his nose and cheeks continued down
his neck and onto his shoulders and chest, contrasting heavily against his
milky-white skin. Most of the time his eyes were hidden by his long, messy
hair, but occasionally there was a slight flash of emerald-green as his
eyes appeared.

The teen yanked down his pants first, revealing a very obvious erection
barely contained in small, white briefs. These too were gone in a few
seconds, revealing a thick, five inch erection, topped with a small patch
of ginger pubes, the only hair on the boy's body.

'At least he's not as big as Elliott!' Jack thought to himself as he
watched the boy approach. By now he had lost the will to fight back and
just sighed, asking, "Where do you want me?"

"Oh, don't worry!" Ben said, reaching up and tapping the taller teen's
cheek gently with one hand. "I'm not gonna fuck you. You're gonna fuck me!
Untie him!" Ben ordered the others as he jumped and landed flat on his back
on the sofa.

Jack wasn't sure how to react. Being restrained, being fingered, being
fucked, they were all things that had been done TO him. He had not been
given any choice, not that he expected to be given much choice about this,
but this was HIM doing things to one of them. It felt... strange! He was
still lost in thought as his arms were finally released. As he had done
with his legs, he stretched and shook them out, getting the feeling back in
them.

Elliott stepped forward and handed Jack a condom, then moved towards Ben,
lotion in hand. Instead of passing the bottle to the boy, Elliott squirted
a little out then reached down and lubed his hole for him. Ben giggled,
Elliott sniggered back, the two exchanging a look that didn't escape Jack's
notice.

Staring at the two ring-leaders, he undid the condom and slid it on, then
knelt on the sofa as Ben raised his legs.

"Come on then, show this 'faggot' how a real man fucks then!" Ben taunted.

"I... erm..." Jack stuttered, not sure what else to say. He looked down at
Ben's hole, positioning his cock against it. A glance to the side showed
that the others were watching just as intently as they had when he was
getting fucked.

Bryce was groping an erection through his pants as he stared, Danny and
Aaron were whispering to each other and sniggering while Lincoln had
actually pulled his cock out and was openly masturbating.

"Oh wait, one more thing!" Elliott said quickly, then reached into his
pocket and pulled something out. He moved over to jack and placed a small
foam plug in each ear.

Jack was confused, wondering why they might have wanted to obscure his
hearing, but shook it off. He pushed forward, feeling his cock enter the
teen's rear surprisingly easily. He groaned. Despite the ease of entry, the
boy's hole was pleasantly tight, squeezing against his rigid cock. He tried
his best not to think of why he was still so hard, concentrating solely on
doing what he had been ordered to do. At this point, there seemed little
else they could do to him, so the continuing hope that each task would be
his last was now growing stronger.

As Jack's weariness grew, he was finding it increasingly tempting to tell
them all to fuck off, that he didn't care what they put online, he simply
wouldn't do any more. Yes it would be humiliating, but at least it would
end and they would doubtlessly get into a lot of trouble for it too. Then
his mind changed and the thought of having people see him naked or getting
fucked just got too much for him. He flipped back and forth between
defiance and obedience as he starting thrusting in and out of Ben.

As he glanced down, he could see the boy was talking, but with the earplugs
in he had no way to know what it was. At the same time, Elliott was hanging
over Jack's shoulder, phone in hand. Occasionally it moved forward enough
for Jack to see the screen, seeing his own cock penetrating the ginger boy.

"Ugh, I'm getting close!" Jack moaned surprisingly quickly. How he could be
ready to produce a third load truly confounded him, but he could feel it
building anyway.

He suddenly felt himself being pulled back, his cock popping out of Ben's
hole suddenly, the smaller teen jumping at the sensation. The plugs were
yanked out of Jack's ears.

"That's enough!" Elliott said, grinning wickedly.

Jack felt a sudden sense of frustration. To be forced to fuck the little
gay-boy had been embarrassing, but at least he had thought he might be able
to cum and finally get his cock to go down. Instead, he remained right on
the edge, deprived the pleasure of cumming.

"That was perfect!" Bryce said happily.

"And hot!" Lincoln agreed, quickly slipping his cock back into his pants,
mildly embarrassed at his own actions.

"So we got it?" Ben asked, standing up. He pulled on his briefs, a tiny wet
patch quickly appearing as the precum from the tip of it was soaked into
the material.

"Oh you bet we did!" Elliott said happily.

Jack sat on the sofa, looking at the others in confusion as they gathered
round him.

"So tell me, Jack. What would you say if we ordered you to walk out into
the middle of the street right now and jerk off for everyone to see?"
Elliott asked.

"I'd tell you to..." he started, then remembered the rule about
swearing. "I'd tell you I'm not doing it."

"Okay, how about if we said you have to..." Ben said, mulling it over for a
moment, "Go into school on Monday and pee yourself in class!"

"No. No way! That's it. You've had your fun but we're done!" Jack
insisted. He stood up and pushed passed the others, looking round the
room. "Where are my clothes? I'm going. Post what you like, I'm done with
the whole lot of you faggots!" he snarled angrily.

"Oh really?" Elliott asked, grinning.

Jack found the smile almost as alarming as the lack of immediate
repercussions for his outburst.

"Why don't you watch this?" Elliott said, holding out his phone and
clicking play.

Jack stared and saw himself fucking Ben. "Yeah, I don't care. Post it, send
to whoever the fuck you like, you'll get more shit for it than I will!" he
said with a shrug. He simply didn't care now. He had been pushed too far.

Elliott grinned again and turned up the volume.

Jack listened, finally hearing what Ben had been saying while getting
fucked. "No. Please stop. Aaah, it hurts. I'm sorry. Please let me
go. Please. Stop!" Ben pleaded.

Jack froze, trembling.

"Can anyone tell me what that looks like?" Elliott asked, his smile now a
wicked grin.

"Yeah," Bryce said with a smirk. "It looks like about eighteen months in
prison!"

"Yes it does!" Elliott agreed. "From this moment on, you belong to us!"

Jack felt nauseous. He couldn't believe he had walked right into it. He had
held it back all evening but couldn't do it any more. He fell to his knees,
sobbing heavily, his face buried in his hands. After a few seconds, he felt
arms wrap around him.

Through his tears Jack heard Elliott whisper in his ear. "I know it doesn't
seem fair, but remember... you brought this all on yourself!"