Date: Fri, 22 Jul 2016 22:45:21 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton is Not a Nice Person Chapter 3

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 3


THEN

Ben sat alone in the cafeteria. He was already two weeks into freshman year
at Holmepoint High School and had yet to make any friends. He might have
been able to actually talk to some of the other students had he not found
himself absolutely paralysed with fear over the prospect of his secret
getting out.

On his very first day, he had seen a group of football players calling one
of the older students a queer and a faggot before shoving him into a
locker. It had made him feel sick. He wondered whether the poor victim was
even gay, or if the bullies had just singled him out and used the term as
an insult. Either way, he was determined never to let them find out his
secret and treat him like that.

The part that Ben had found most disturbing, however, was that the football
team Captain, who appeared to have been the ringleader in the abuse had
somehow crept into his fantasies. Jack Hamilton, that was the older boy's
name. He had heard it on the first day. One of his only conversations with
another student had involved a warning about jack, to steer clear of him at
any cost. Yet somehow, that night at home, laying in bed, images of the
football star had snuck in amongst the other fantasies.

The attraction had grown by the day to the point where Ben would stare at
Jack from a distance whenever the jock wasn't looking. A few times he had
nearly been caught, but had managed to look away just in time.  He sat
eating his lunch and doodling in a notebook. He kept finding himself
writing JH + BS inside little cartoon love hearts, admonishing himself for
doing so before starting on another. He was so lost in thought, he never
even heard the footsteps behind him.

"The fuck 'd'you keep looking at?" a voice demanded from behind him.

Ben slammed the book shut and span round, only to be confronted by the very
subject of his fantasies. "You.. I... I..." Ben stuttered, his already pale
skin turning almost ghostly-white.

"You into me? Is that it?" Jack demanded, now backed up by a couple of
other football players.

Ben wanted to run or to have the Earth open up and swallow him. Instead he
sat there frozen in place, stuttering nervously.

One of the other guys reached down and snatched the notebook off the
table. Ben reached for it but got held back.

"JH and BS? Ha, look, he's in loooove!" the football player jeered.

"Aww, is that true? Do you love me?" Jack taunted, his loud questioning now
starting to draw a crowd. He leaned down towards the terrified-looking
fourteen-year-old. It almost looked like the jock was about to kiss
him. Instead, he moved his mouth just an inch away from the boy's ear and
asked, "Are you gay? Tell me now and I'll make all of this go away."

Ben found himself somehow aroused by his proximity to Jack, his cock
beginning to swell. More and more people were starting to look now. Jack
could make this go away? He had to let him do it. "Yes, I am!" Ben
whispered back, ready to cry.

"He admits it! He's a little faggot!" Jack called out loudly, standing up
and sneering at Ben's horrified expression.

"But.. you said..." Ben mumbled.

"Watch out guys, we got another homo on the loose!" Jack said, grinning
ecstatically at the boy's distress.

"He's got a boner!" one of the growing crowd called out.

Jack looked down and saw the bulge and burst into laughter. "Pervy little
faggot gets off on this shit!" he called out.

Ben burst into tears, snatched his notebook back and ran, chased by the
taunting jeers of what felt like the entire school.

---------

NOW

Jack was finally beginning to regain his composure. For just the briefest
moment, it almost felt nice to be in his friend's arms, then reality began
to set back in.

"Get off me, you... filthy faggot!" Jack yelled, pushing Elliott away.

The other teen stumbled back, falling roughly to the ground as Ben and
Danny reached down to help him. He took their hands and stood, looking down
at the naked seventeen-year-old. He sighed and said, "You just can't help
yourself, can you?"

"What the fuck d'you want from me?" Jack demanded, sniffing heavily.

Bryce began to answer, "We just want you to..." but was cut off by Elliott
raising his arm.

"Don't tell him. See how long it takes for him to figure it out for
himself. Besides, I think we're gonna keep him too busy for that to even
matter!" the angry teen explained. Part of him had wanted to give Jack a
slight reprieve several times throughout the evening, but every time he
tried, Jack simply reminded him of why he was there in the first place.

"Why don't we set some ground rules up front then, so that little Jacky
knows what's going to happen!" Ben suggested.

Jack flinched at being called 'Little Jacky'. He wanted to stand up, to
tower over the small teen, to see who was the small one then. He decided in
that moment that when this was over, Ben would be first to suffer. Jack was
going to get him and he was going to make it hurt!

"Ugh, get him up off the floor, he looks so pathetic down there!" Ben said
in disgust.

A couple of the other moved towards Jack, but the naked young man jumped up
onto his feet and snapped, "I can do it myself, fuckers!"

"Sit!" Ben said, mentally keeping track of Jack's outbursts and
swearing. He pointed to an armchair which Jack eyed for a moment, then went
and sat. The others all took seats around the room except for Ben who paced
back and forth. "So here's the deal. You belong to us now. From this point
on, you will obey every command given to you. Minor transgressions will be
punished by us in any manner we see fit, but if you outright refuse to
comply, I go straight to the police with that video. A sworn statement from
me and actual footage of it happening, I doubt there'd even be a trial,
you'd just be put away. I looked it up, I'd say you'd get about eighteen
months which probably doesn't sound that long, but good luck getting by
with a criminal record like that!"

Ben continued pacing around the lounge as he spoke, Jack's eyes fixed on
him, his face a mix of fear and loathing. "So yeah, we'll give you orders,
you'll obey us. You will also show us respect at all times. In public, that
will simply mean being courteous, but in private you will address each of
us as Sir. Our orders can be made twenty-four hours a day, seven days a
week. This isn't a part-time job, you are entirely ours to do with as we
see fit. Understand?"

Jack scowled, but he knew the boy was right. The video was entirely damning
and he simply couldn't risk a criminal record. Apart from destroying his
future, it would completely devastate his family. "Yes," he said
reluctantly, but added, "Sir!" after getting a raised eyebrow from the boy.

"Now believe it or not, we're doing this to help you!" Ben went on,
ignoring the incredulous snort from Jack. "So here's our commitment to
you. This stays with us. We six are your masters, that will not be a power
passed on to anyone else. We will involve other people, and while you will
treat them with the same courtesy as us, they will not be permitted to give
you orders. Furthermore, we will ensure that your life goes on as close to
normal as possible. You will still attend school, complete your homework,
attend football practices and complete any other tasks you may be required
to do at home, but outside of that, we do whatever we want! Understand?"
This time Ben looked round the whole room, seeking their agreement.

The other five conspirators and Jack all nodded their understanding. It was
quite amazing seeing the boy command their attention so eloquently,
especially considering the fact that he was still clad in only his
briefs. Jack wondered how he could do it. The younger boy's body was
nowhere near as impressive as his own yet he could never do that.

"Well now that the formalities are over with. Who wants to have some fun?"
Ben asked, rubbing his hands together gleefully.

The others exchanged glances. The earlier reluctance to get physically
involved was gradually wearing down, but there was still a little hesitance
in them. There were a lot of smirks however, as they all pondered over
their individual ideas for their new slave.

Eventually it was Bryce who reached down and grabbed his cock through his
pants. He had already cum once that evening, but was very visibly ready to
go once again. "Come on then, slaveboy! Stand up!" Bryce ordered as he too
stood up. The muscular sixteen-year-old quickly stripped, flashing some
quick poses at the others as he pulled off his shirt. His cock popped free
as he pulled down his pants. He looked to Elliott and requested, "Condom!"

Jack shuddered and let out an almost-inaudible moan, knowing what Bryce's
request meant for him.

"A little space please, guys!" Bryce requested, looking back at Lincoln and
Aaron who had been sat with him on the sofa. He rolled the condom down his
solid tool and sat back down, then beckoned Jack over. "Come on Captain,
time to go for a ride!"

Jack's shoulders slumped as he stepped forward. It was like it was all
starting over again. When he had decided to leave, he thought that was the
end, that even with any humiliation he feel for his exposure he at least
was free of the commands. On the bright side, at least his cock had begun
to soften as he listened to Ben explain his situation. In a way, his
erection had been the worst part of all this. The others could force him to
suck cock, to get fucked, to crawl around and do anything they wanted, but
it was all forced and beyond his control. His own cock however, how they
reacted was entirely on Jack, he almost felt betrayed by his own
anatomy. He stood now in front of Bryce, waiting for his instructions.

"Climb on!" Bryce said, holding his cock so it pointed forward towards Jack
a little and gesturing to it with his other hand.

"I... you..." Jack stuttered, clenching his teeth. He let out a sigh,
knowing it was pointless to complain and turned around, facing away from
Bryce so he could 'take a seat'.

"Nuh-uh!" Bryce said, reaching out and grabbing Jack's wrist to pull him
back. As Jack turned back to face him, he took hold of the other wrist too
and started pulling Jack towards him. He grinned as the older boy realised
what he was doing. "Yeah, that's right. You're gonna look me RIGHT in the
eye!"

"Oh come on!" Jack groaned. As he got pulled closer, he knelt on the sofa,
a leg either side of Bryce. He got pulled closer and closer until his
crotch was pressed against Bryce's chest. He felt the younger teen's hands
let go of his wrists and grab his hips.

Bryce reached round and grabbed Jack's rear, his fingers digging into the
pale cheeks, marvelling at the way they tensed in response. He spread them,
then started pulling Jack's down onto his cock.

"Aaah," Jack moaned as he felt the teen's rigid dick pressing into his
hole. Instinctively, he reached forward and grabbed Bryce, one hand on the
back of his neck, the other on his shoulder. He looked down as he realised
what he was doing, made eye contact, blushed and let go. He let out another
moan as he slid lower, more of Bryce's thick tool impaling him.

"I said you're gonna look me in the eye!" Bryce said, reached up and
grabbing Jack's head, forcing him to look down. He smirked at Jack's
glowing red cheeks and the slight wateriness in his eyes. As he felt a
firmness on his stomach, he glanced down and saw Jack was completely boned
up again.

'Fuck!' Jack thought to himself as he caught Bryce looking at his
erection. 'Why the fuck are you hard? Go down!' he screamed at his cock
inwardly. As he started moving up and down on Bryce's cock, he felt his own
tool sliding against the teen's muscles. After being forced to cum twice
without having the pleasure of his cock touched, it actually felt nice to
feel his cock getting some actual physical stimulation. Somehow, the fact
that it was thanks to the body of his biggest rival somehow made it
better. Perhaps it was simply from having the added pleasure of pressure on
his prostate once again.

While his hole ached already, Jack's prostate was loving every second,
sending bolts of pleasure through his entire groin every time he sat all
the way down onto Bryce's boner. He waited for Bryce to announce to the
others that Jack was hard, knowing it was a perfect opportunity to
humiliate him more, the younger teen never said a word. Instead, he just
pulled Jack a little closer, sandwiching the rigid shaft between their
bodies.

Bryce was grunting happily in time with Jack's movements. Until that
evening, he had never touched another guy, never wanted to, rarely even
thought about it. He would especially never have thought about Jack in that
way, but right then in the moment, he was simply just rolling with it. He
had found their dominance of the older teen incredibly arousing, which was
unexpected. He knew he was going to enjoy enacting their plot against Jack,
but he had not expected quite this type of enjoyment. He found himself
briefly wondering what it meant for him, but dismissed it casually. Jack
was in this very predicament because he had allowed his own fear to control
him, Bryce wasn't about to go down the same path.

"Damn his ass is hot!" Bryce growled, throwing his head back and slapping
Jack's rump.

The sudden sharp blow to his behind made Jack jump, clenching his butt as
he did so. The sudden tightness brought Bryce's head snapping back up,
pressing against Jack's chest as his arms gripped tightly round the naked
slave. The chain reaction continued, the sudden bodily contact paired with
Bryce's pleasured moans pushed Jack over the edge and his cock spasmed out
his third load of the evening. Jack and Bryce were wrapped tightly round
each other as the thick goo oozed out between them, both breathing heavily.

"Oh God," Jack mumbled as the humiliation began to creep back in. He hated
being in Bryce's arms yet somehow it felt safer than letting go and feeling
alone again in the room of tormentors.

"That one's our secret!" Bryce whispered and winked at the older boy as he
pulled away.

Jack was dazed. He felt both amazing and awful following his orgasm, then
on top of it Bryce was apparently being nice to him. He had already learned
that evening to be aware of 'nice' as it was normally a precursor to
something worse. He let go too and continued slowly bouncing on Bryce's
cock.

"Hey, no point letting a hole go to waste!" Ben said from behind Jack.

The helpless slave felt himself getting pulled backwards. It was quite
uncomfortable, his back arching as he followed Ben's pull. The younger boy
had pulled off his briefs and was standing there naked and erect. He pulled
Jack's head down between his legs and pointed his cock down into the jock's
mouth.

Jack felt like he was going to topple. While he was still sat on Bryce's
cock, most of the weight of his body was now tipped backwards. He managed
to stay up though, mostly thanks to the way Ben's legs gripped vice-like
onto his head. He did his best to stuck the boy's cock, swirling his tongue
round and round the head, but he had to keep opening his mouth to take loud
gasps of air as his nose was blocked by the boy's smooth balls.

The others gathered round now. They had kept their distance when Bryce was
fucking Jack alone, but Ben's involvement now acted as an invite for
them. Danny and Aaron stood on one side of him, Lincoln and Elliott on the
other. Jack felt a hand on his stomach, tracing the shape of his abs. Then
another hand joined, and another, and another. With Bryce's cock still
thrusting away inside him, Ben's boner in his mouth, blood rushing to his
upside-down head and now the added feeling of the dozen hands on him, Jack
was in a state of euphoric confusion like he had never felt before. Had his
mouth not been full, he knew he would have been yelling, but whether they
would be shouts of pleasure of moans of discomfort he truly did not know.

Lincoln and Danny each had a hand on one of Jack's nipples, pinching and
squeezing them, laughing with the others as the boy's cock danced in
response. The head was wet and sticky from the orgasm minutes earlier, but
most of the spunk had been rubbed in as the two teens pressed together,
making it look like he had just been pre-cumming heavily.

Jack was actually grateful for the way he had cum with Bryce. Had he not,
the teasing of his nipples would likely be pushing him towards another
hands-free eruption. As it was, relieved of the pressure somewhat, the
teasing just felt intensely good. He almost didn't want it to stop.

Within seconds of each other, Bryce and Ben both ejaculated inside Jack. He
did his best to swallow Ben's load, although a little bit dribbled out the
corner of his mouth as he gasped for air. He found himself quite grateful
for the fact that the others had been sensible enough to us condoms with
him, not only for protection, but also because his ass would have
doubtlessly been oozing a thing dribble of its own by this point!

The two teens continued thrusting into either end of Jack until the last
remnants of orgasm had subsided and their post-ejaculatory sensitiveness
began to kick in. All the while, the other boys continued their teasing and
caressing of Jack's body. He couldn't help thinking that the sensation
might have been nice had it been girls' hands instead of guys. Yet somehow,
despite his repulsion at the two cocks spit-roasting him, the dozen hands
on his body and his recent series of orgasms, his cock was once again back
to full-mast.

"Damn, Captain!" Bryce said with a sly grin, lifting Jack clear of his
softening dick, "That ass is something else!"

Jack just managed to hear the comment as Ben stepped away, the hands
caressing him stopping their teasing to instead help lift him to his
feet. He felt a tiny swell of pride at the compliment, but it quickly faded
into embarrassment as he realised what the other boy was saying. "I never
knew you were a dirty faggot too, glad you enjoyed my ass, homo!" Jack
snapped, the taste of Ben's spunk still on his lips. AS soon as he said it,
his shoulders slouched and his head dropped. He had simply spoken his mind
without thought of the inevitable repercussions.

"Dude, get the fuck over it. It's the 21st century. Some people are gay!"
Bryce said, shaking his head at the ridiculous insults.

"Oh, so ARE gay?" Ben asked, grinning devilishly.

Bryce shrugged. "Who the fuck cares. If I see something and I wanna fuck
it, I'm gonna fuck it. What does it matter whether they've got a dick or a
pussy!" He got up as he spoke and casually flexed his muscles slightly,
happily putting a show on for Ben, knowing the gay teen would be enjoying
it.

Elliott saw Ben eyeing up Bryce's rippling chest and smacked him gently on
the arm, triggering a snigger from his lover and a dismissive
shrug. Elliott couldn't help smiling back, then shook his head as he looked
to Jack. "You see Jack, nobody's bothered but you. So spout all the
childish names you like. The only person who's gonna suffer is you!"

"Whatever. Just get the fuck on with it. Who's next?" Jack asked. He looked
to Danny and Aaron, then turned his ass towards them and asked, "You two
fags having a go?" Before he got any response, he felt a hand slam into the
side of his head. Caught off guard by the unexpected ferocity, he fell to
the ground, clutching at his face.

Everyone stared at Elliott whose hand was still raised over the fallen
teen. "I told you!" Elliott growled through gritted teeth. "You keep saying
that stuff and I'll make you REALLY suffer!"

Jack stared in disbelief. In all the years he had known Elliott, he had
never raised a first once. As far as Jack recalled, he had never even seen
his friend truly angry, yet now as he lay there in a daze staring up, he
felt genuinely scared of him. "I'm sorry, okay. Fuck!" Jack mumbled, head
still reeling.

"You're not sorry, you're scared!" Elliott said sharply. He looked at his
own hand, clenched it a little tighter and forced it down to his side. He
knew that if he let go now, let all the years of anger come flowing out now
in a single burst, he was likely to kill Jack.

"Whadda you say we... call it a night? It's getting kinda late anyway," Ben
said, glancing at the clock on the wall.

"Fine by me!" Jack said immediately, but flinched as his words made Elliott
jerk, making it seem like another stroke could be moments away.

"Get up!" Ben ordered Jack, then turned round and headed for the pile of
Jack's belongings. He reached in and fished out the keys to Jack's
car. "Here ya go!" he said, tossing them to Jack as he got to his feet.

"What, so you're just... done for the night? I can go?" he asked,
suspicious of his imminent freedom.

"You can go, but we're not entirely done!" Ben said with a grin.

"Whatever," Jack huffed, stepping towards his pile of clothing. He stopped
when the others all started laughing. He wanted to lash out and punch every
single one of them as he realised what they were laughing at.

"You don't get your clothes back!" Danny said with a mean smirk.

"Fine, whatever!" Jack repeated himself, marching towards the door. He
wanted to just march out, stroll to his car and drive off. The thought of
letting them see they were getting to him was painful. Yet he still
couldn't bring himself to do it. Being in the house naked with six
tormentors had seemed as bad as it could get, yet somehow the thought of
stepping out into the world totally exposed felt so much worse. He stopped
at the doorway, fists clenched. He swallowed his pride and turned to beg
one last time. "Please don't make me do this! Please don't make me drive
home naked!"

"Okay," Aaron conceded immediately, grinning at the shocked expression on
Jack's face. "We won't make you drive home naked. We'll make you drive us
home. Where you go after that is up to you!"

"Let's go!" Danny said happily, heading for the door. Aaron and Lincoln
followed him.

Having his own car, Bryce would be driving himself home and Elliott seemed
to be showing no signs of leaving any time soon, not that Jack was in any
state to notice. The thought of just driving directly home was terrifying,
the reality of how long it would take to drive all the way to three other
houses too was almost more than he could bear.

"Oh come on, someone's bound to see. I'll get arrested!" Jack complained.

Elliott, still on edge from his earlier outburst marched over to the door
and pulled it open. "Possibly arrested for driving naked or definitely
arrested for rape... what's it gonna be?"

Jack was still a little taken aback by his formerly-meek friend's ongoing
aggression towards him. He raised his hands submissively and replied,
"Fine, I'm going!" He walked out of the door, stopping only briefly to look
round and ensure nobody was walking past. He sprinted to the car, vaulted
over the door and slunk down in the drivers' seat. Looking back angrily, he
found the other three following him, slowly and noisily.

Lincoln stood in the middle and seemed to contract to both of the others in
different ways. While he was average height and slimly built, Danny was
tall and broad. The seventeen-year-old looked substantially more than a a
year older than Lincoln. He lacked quite the same muscle tone that Bryce
had and could most accurately be described as just 'very big'. He was
certainly not the kind of guy anyone picked a fight with, one of the
primary reasons Jack had always let him hang around. He also lacked
Elliott's handsomeness or Ben's cuteness, but wasn't what you would call
ugly. Average was probably the best description, plain even. Big and plain,
that was Danny!

Aaron however contrasted Lincoln mostly in his colourations. Walking next
to the pale blonde, Aaron looked decidedly dark. Being one-quarter Mexican,
he had inherited the almost-black hair and dark eyes, while his skin in
normal conditions looked more like a strong tan. Walking next to Lincoln
though, he seemed a lot darker. At sixteen, he was yet to fill out quite
like some of the others. While that meant he had some impressive speed that
the coach put to good use on the field, it also made him a common target
for Jack's abuse. Aaron often found himself catching the eyes of girls at
school with his mix of delicate features and dark, piercing eyes but years
of taunts from Jack had undermined any confidence he might have had about
following up on the looks.

"Hurry up!" Jack hissed as the three teens got slowly closer to the car.

"Hey we're coming, keep your pants on!" Danny called back, eliciting a
round of laughter from both the group approaching the car and the other
three who were still stood at the doorway watching them leave.

"See ya real soon Jack!" Bryce called out from the house.

Jack flinched at the both the volume and the use of his name. At the same
time, he felt a twitch in his cock. Was it fear of what Bryce meant? Was it
a reaction to Bryce himself? Or was it simply nothing more than his fear of
exposure kicking in.

A few more goodbyes were shouted and Jack finally pulled off. His instinct
was to really put his foot down, but the last thing he needed was to be
pulled over for speeding so he stuck to the speed limit and started
following the directions to Aaron's house as he was apparently the
closest. Jack quickly got an idea of where they were, having been somewhat
disoriented by arousal when they drove to Ben's house earlier in the
evening.

The naked driver flinched at every vehicle they passed, caught between a
desire to check if they were looking and mortal dread that he might
actually make eye contact with them. Thankfully, they all kept their hands
to themselves so Jack managed to stay soft all the way to Aaron's house. He
jumped out of the car and bid them all a quick goodbye before Jack pulled
off again.

As they drove along towards their next destination, Lincoln and Danny both
noticed Jack was holding back a little as they followed behind a pick-up
truck. They had no doubt that normally Jack would have driven straight past
it.

"Overtake it!" Lincoln said from the passenger seat, pointing to the truck.

"But... they'll..." Jack stuttered, his face somehow both pale with fear
and blushing with embarrassment at the same time.

"Do it!" Lincoln snapped firmly.

Jack pulled out and started to overtake.

"And slow down!" Lincoln added as they got alongside it.

Jack whimpered, but obeyed.

"Damn, you've got balls kid!" a voice shouted from the truck.

Jack glanced sideways to see a man in his late-thirties to early-forties
staring down at him.

"He's got more than that!" Danny called out. He reached forward, a hand
sliding down over each of Jack's shoulders. He started pawing at Jack's
nipples which were solid from the wind blowing past them.

Jack stared forward at the road, not wanting to see the man's face as his
cock instantly jumped back to full firmness.

"Ha, nice!" the man called back.

"Hey, want some fun?" Lincoln yelled back.

"What? No!" insisted, almost swerving into the truck as he looked back and
forth between Lincoln and the other driver.

"Sure, follow me!" the man said, then suddenly accelerated ahead.

"You heard the man, follow him!" Lincoln said, gesturing to the truck.

"You can't do this!" Jack said, both a statement of disbelief and a
desperate plea for mercy.

Danny's hands let go of Jack's nipples and an arm wrapped tightly around
his throat. "We can do whatever the hell we like!" Danny growled in his
ear.

Jack coughed a little as his throat was released, then sped up to follow
the other vehicle as commanded. They drove for a few minutes before the
truck pulled off the road. The trail they drove onto was rough, but showed
clear signs of use. The truck handled the terrain with no problem, but
Jack's sleek car was designed for smooth roads and struggled slightly. They
stopped once they were out of the immediate sight of the road.

"If he asks, you lost a bet and you're our slave for the night. Say
anything more and you're dead!" Danny said quickly, prompting a nervous
gasp from his victim.

"Come on, out you get, let's have a good look at you!" the man said,
appearing from the far side of his truck.

Jack took a deep breath and got out, extremely conscious of his still-firm
cock bobbing out in front of him. He saw the man looking him up and down
and reluctantly found himself doing the same back. The man was as tall as
Danny and quite muscled, but still smaller than the brutish teenager. He
wore tight jeans that revealed a sizeable bulge and a red and black checked
shirt with the arms torn off, the seams fraying messily. The shirt was
undone about halfway down, revealing a nicely muscled chest covered in
neatly-trimmed hair. The man had a cocky grin on his face as he stood,
rubbing his heavily-stubbled chin with one hand.

"What's your name, boy?" the man asked, his accent clearer now, distinctly
Texan.

"J... Jack!" he stuttered in response, shaking visibly. Being exposed in
front of his friends had been tough, being seen by other drivers even
tougher, but standing here and being eyed up by this man like a side of
meat was almost more than he could handle.

"Nice to meet ya Jack. Nice night for it!" he said with a wink. "I'm Hank!"
He held out a hand courteously.

Jack shuddered, staring at the outstretched hand but making no move to take
it.

"Now now, Jack. Don't be rude!" Lincoln said, nudging Jack from behind.

Jaw trembling, tears ready to flow again, Jack reached out and accepted the
greeting. Hank's hand felt huge as it wrapped tightly around his own,
rougher too. Suddenly, before he had time to react, Hank had pulled, spun
Jack round, wrapped an arm around his neck and held him tightly against his
body.

Jack yelped out in surprise and Danny moved to assist him, but Lincoln held
him back as he saw Hank give a playful wink from beside the naked teen's
head.

Hank pressed his nose into the nap of Jack's neck, took a deep sniff and
growled. "Oh you smell good!" he said, his voice low and gravelly. He
thrust his crotch forward, his huge bluge pressing into Jack's rear. "You
wanna suck it or ride it?"

Jack whimpered, truly terrified of the man holding him. Danny and Lincoln
both sniggered. The sly looks Hank kept giving them revealed he was just
teasing Jack, so it was highly amusing to see him so scared safe in the
knowledge he was in no real danger.

"I... I..." Jack stammered.

"Pick one or get both!" Hank said gruffly, then licked Jack's cheek.

"I..." Jack tried again, but between his shaking and his desperate desire
not to burst into tears again, no words came out.

"Fine, both it is!" Hank said happily. "Now on your knees, boy!" He
released his arm from around Jack's neck then pushed down on his shoulders.

Jack dropped to his knees. He would have looked to the other teens for
help, but from their laughing it was clear none would be forthcoming. He
heard brief movement behind him, then Hank moved round, coming back into
view, now naked aside from his boots. His pecs were firm and tight, his
stomach solid, all coated in a fine layer of short dark hair which led down
to a neat little bush. What sat beneath that was anything but little. The
cock that stood to full attention, curving up towards the darkening sky,
was easily the length of Elliott's, with the girth of Bryce's. It's head
was flared and dark purple, a tiny drop of precum already oozing out.

Hank grabbed at Jack's hair, pulling his head back with one hand while
holding down his jaw with the other, pulling the teen's mouth open. He
thrust his meaty tool into the gaping maw so hard and fast that Jack
thought it was going to burst out the back of his head. Instead, it just
stopped when it hit the back of his throat. The man pulled back and thrust
in again, fucking Jack's face.

"Use your tongue, boy. Get it nice and wet or this next part is gonna hurt
like hell!" Hank warned Jack.

Tears were streaming down Jack's cheeks now, as much from fear as from the
choking he did every time the bulbous head slammed into his throat. He
still did his best to lick it though, terrified of what the huge tool might
do to him unlubricated.

"Damn he's got a hot mouth!" Hank growled to nobody in particular as he
continued his face-fucking. Based on the pleasured sounds the man was
making, he appeared to be getting close to cumming. Obviously not wanting
things to end so quickly, he pulled his cock free of Jack's mouth and
stepped behind him. A sharp push and the boy fell onto all-fours.

Hank spat into his hand and rubbed it into Jack's hole.

"NO!" Jack yelled out, surprisingly high-pitched. He now burst into tears
once again, full-on sobbing as he felt the fingers on his aching hole.

"Ah, geez kid, calm down. If you're that scared, I'm not gonna hurt ya!"
Hank said with a sigh. He grabbed his own cock, gave it a few quick strokes
and with a loud grunt spurted a heavy load all over Jack's back and butt
cheeks. Flicking the last few drops from his softening dick, Hank stood and
looked to Lincoln and Danny. "He got a phone?" he asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Lincoln said, reaching into his pocket. Ben had handed it to
him on his way out, with instructions to return it to Jack before sending
him home. He handed it to Hank.

The man tapped away on it for a couple of seconds, then squatted down
beside Jack who was still crying and in the same position he had been
put. He placed the phone down on the ground, placed a hand on Jack's back
and whispered, "You ever wanna pick up where we left off, you give me a
call!"

Jack nodded as he continued sobbing, barely taking in the man's words.

"Thanks for the fun, boys!" Hank said with a playful grin, then headed back
to his truck, pulling on his clothes as he went. A few seconds later, the
truck started up and he was gone, leaving Danny and Lincoln to deal with a
still-crying Jack.

The two teens squatted either side of Jack, intending to help him up,
actually feeling a little sorry for him.

"You enjoy the show, you dirty fags!" Jack spat the words like venom.

"Fuck's sake!" Danny muttered, shaking his head. It was almost like he
wanted to be hated. "Just get up!" he said angrily, standing and dragging
Jack onto his feet. "Come on, get in the car and drive."

Despite Jack's nudity and a few lewd comments shouted from passing
vehicles, the remainder of the trip was fairly uneventful, Danny getting
out at his house before Jack returned Lincoln home too.

"See you tomorrow, Jacky!" Lincoln taunted as he got out.

"Fuck off!" Jack snapped back, then sped off with a screech of tyres. He
knew he would likely pay for his disrespect, but he didn't care right then.

Alone at last, Jack wanted to scream. In the course of a few hours, he had
gone from being the man in charge, the Captain, the idol of his peers to
being nothing more than a naked sex toy to his friends and, apparently,
anyone else who wanted him. Worst of all, it had all happened because of
his own fear of public exposure, which he had now ended up enduring anyway.

It was only when his own house came into sight that he realised his final
hurdle... he was naked and his parents were home! He drove up to the house
as quietly as he could manage, staring nervously at every window in the
house, terrified that any of his family might be looking. Satisfied that
nobody was in sight, he quickly peered around at the neighbourhood and
jumped out, phone and keys in hand. A quick but silent dash later, he was
at the front door. He slid the key in, unlocked the door, cursing every
click then opened it.

A quick look inside showed the coast was clear, so he silently shut the
door and dashed for the stairs. He was almost to the top when he heard a
voice from downstairs.

"Jack, is that you?" It was his Mom.

"Yeah, it's me. Going to bed. Night!" he called back, still moving as fast
as he could towards his room. He slammed his bedroom door behind him,
relieved to have made it without being spotted. He headed straight through
into the bathroom and clicked on the light. He stood and looked at himself
in the mirror.

He was a mess, remnants of cum on his cheeks as well as the dried load
stuck to his lower back from Hank. His hands, feet and knees were filthy
and he was drenched with sweat. Worried he might lash out and smash the
mirror if he had to look at himself for another second, he turned on the
shower.

He stepped in, feeling the filth of the evening washing away. He closed his
eyes as he let the jet splash against it, running his fingers through his
hair. While it couldn't exactly solve all of his problems, the shower
certainly made him feel physically better. Once he was dried off, he walked
back into his room and collapsed onto his bed.

Feeling himself begin to fall asleep, he suddenly shot up with a start as
his phone beeped. He grabbed it, both scared of what he might see and of
what might happen if he failed to reply to one of his new masters. It was a
message from Elliott.

[Be ready at 10 tomorrow. We'll be by to pick you up!]

[Why are you doing this to me?] Jack replied back immediately. After ten
minutes with no reply, he sent another message. [Why won't you talk to me?
I thought we were friends?] More time passed, no reply. [For fuck's sake
El, don't ignore me!]

Jack was distraught, hovering somewhere between upset and angry. When his
phone finally beeped again, he jumped at it eagerly, hopeful to get some
kind of response from his friend. Instead, he found nothing but a picture
of himself, fucking Ben. Angrily, he threw his phone across the room and
curled up. Sleep soon took him, thoughts of what tortures may lay ahead
filling his head.