Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2016 22:29:28 +0100
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 4

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 4


THEN

"Come on you little pussy, my Grandma could lift that!" Jack taunted,
pushing down on the bar pressing into Aaron's chest. "You wanna make
varsity, you gotta be stronger than granny!" The young Captain's taunts
generated a round of jeers from the other players who had yet to finish in
the gym.

Aaron was gasping to breathe. The weight he had set to bench press was a
slight challenge to him, but he had been confident he could do it. He had
been working hard lately, determined to start bulking up like the other
guys on the team. Coach kept telling him not to make it a priority, that
there was plenty of strength on the team already and that he was most
valuable for his speed, but Aaron still wanted to get bigger.

He would have been able to carry on with his set with minimal discomfort if
the varsity Captain hadn't turned his attentions on him. He had swaggered
over, calling Aaron the usual names intended to insult either his size or
his part-Mexican heritage before leaning onto the bar and pushing it
downwards.

"I... can't..." Aaron gasped. "Can't... breathe!"

Jack shook his head in disgust. "Fucking useless. You'll never make the
team you scrawny little taco-jockey!" he let go of the bar and turned to
walk away, laughing as the younger boy gasped for air.

It took every bit of Aaron's remaining strength to lift the bar back up,
but he managed to do it, his arms wobbling as he gulped down huge breaths
of air into his burning lungs. The rest of the players had followed the
Captain out of the gym and into the locker room amid a chorus of laughs and
name-calling.

Aaron took a few more breaths, then swung his legs round on the bench and
sat up, still panting. He hated Jack, he truly did. He sometimes wondered
why he remained on the team, why he kept placing himself close enough to
Jack to be a victim of his bullying, but the answer was always the
same. Aside from the fact that he simply loved the sport and couldn't
imagine his life without it, he wanted to go to college! His family managed
to get by fairly well, although he knew that they sometimes struggled with
money, especially with four children so he didn't want to burden them with
college fees, so a football scholarship was his best chance to make
something of himself. There was no way he would ever quit the team because
of Jack Hamilton, no matter how nasty his words.

Figuring that he had the gym to himself now anyway, he continued with the
remainder of his workout before heading to the locker room to
shower. Everyone else was gone, making the room strangely echoey and
haunting. He quickly stripped, grabbed his towel and headed into the
shower. He let the warm water wash away his stress, doing his best to
forget about Jack and his taunts. He closed his eyes and leaned with one
hand against the wall as the water flowed.

A few minutes later, he turned off the water and span round to grab his
towel from the hook on the wall but froze in shock as he saw it was
gone. "Fuck!" he muttered, immediately realising someone had to have taken
it. He ran out of the showers and back to his locker only to find it was
empty too. In place of his bag and clothing, all he found was a sombrero!
"Fuck fuck fuck!" he repeated. It had to be Jack.

'At least school's over!' Aaron thought to himself. He knew he would have
to venture out of the locker room in order to get home, there was no way he
could spend the night there as he would simply have to face exposure the
next morning as well as getting into trouble for staying out all night. The
school should be mostly empty by now so he could avoid being seen by too
many people.

He briefly considered attempting to make it all the way home, but the
distance made it both unfeasible and terrifying. Instead, he was going to
have to face a little exposure and head to the teachers' lounge. Being
naked in front of any member of the faculty was a little daunting, but at
least he knew they would help him.

He looked at the hat that had been left, knowing it was a deliberate racial
slur by the Captain and reluctantly grabbed it. At least it would protect
his dignity slightly. He walked to the door, took a deep breath and stepped
out. The hallways was empty, so he dashed along it to the next corner. He
had to cross a large atrium next, which was a large open space, stretching
up to the very top of the building with walkways around it on each
floor. He peered up and couldn't see anyone so he dashed across in the
direction of the faculty lounge.

As he got halfway across, he heard a shout. "Nice hat, hombre!" It was
undeniably Jack. "You want your shit back?"

Aaron stopped and looked round, then saw Jack emerging on the floor above
him, several other football players at his side. They dangled Aaron's bag
and clothing over the railing.

"Give it back!" Aaron demanded, his cheeks flushing red.

"Let's see you wear the hat properly!" Jack demanded.

"Fuck off!" Aaron snapped back immediately, then noticed the phone pointed
at him.

"Do it or your little streak goes round the whole school!" Jack taunted.

Aaron sighed. While he wasn't keen for the whole school to see his ordeal,
he wasn't exactly shy about his body so he figured he may as well do as
they said and get it over with. He raised the hat, covering his cock with
his other hand and placed it on his head. He looked up to his tormentors
and asked, "Happy now?"

"Ha, you look fucking ridiculous!" Jack sniggered. He signalled the others
and they dropped Aaron's possessions before turning and
disappearing. "Later, tonk!" Jack called back as Aaron ran to start
dressing.

---------

NOW

Jack giggled and moaned happily. It felt so good. The mouth on his cock was
doing amazing work. Suddenly, consciousness began to creep in. Realising he
had been dreaming, Jack wondered why he could still feel the mouth on his
cock. His eyes shot open and he stared down to see a mess of orange hair.

"The fuck?" Jack asked,, sitting up suddenly, his cock pulling out of Ben's
mouth. He looked round, bleary-eyed and saw Elliott standing
there.... recording it all of course! "How did you..." he started.

"You Mom let us in. I told her you were meant to be ready at ten so she
said we should come and wake you!" Elliott explained, grinning as Ben stood
up. "Figured this was better than an alarm clock!"

Jack glanced at the clock and saw it said nearly quarter past ten. He
looked for his phone, then remembered angrily throwing it across the room
the night before.

"Now hurry up and get dressed!" Elliott ordered, throwing a shirt, pair of
shorts and jock strap at Jack.

"Oh what, you dressing me now?" Jack asked, looking at the clothes.

"Funny you should say that, we're going shopping. You need a new wardrobe!"
Elliott replied.

Eager to cover up, Jack grabbed the jock strap and pulled it on. With his
still semi-hard cock now contained, he climbed off the bed and went to grab
a pair of boxers from a drawer. He usually wore a jock strap on any day he
was going to be playing football, but always wore other underwear over it.

"Erm, no!" Elliott said, pushing the drawer closed, narrowly missing Jack's
fingers. "I gave you all you're going to wear, so get dressed!"

Jack scowled but pulled on the shorts and shirt, under the watchful gaze of
his two owners. He followed them out of his room as soon as he was dressed
and headed down the stairs.

"See you later Mrs H," Elliott said cheerfully as they saw Jack's Mom down
the hallway.

"Nice to meet you Mrs Hamilton," Ben added with a sweet smile.

"You too Benjamin," Mrs Hamilton replied. "You boys have fun!"

"Oh we will!" Elliott replied, sniggering as Jack scowled again.

Jack looked around as they got outside. He had been expecting to see all of
the others waiting for them, but there was nobody in sight, just Elliott's
car alongside his own on the driveway.

"Not brought the whole homo-gang today then?" Jack asked resentfully.

Ben saw Elliott's fists clench and turned quickly to intervene. "Oh my God,
Jack. How are you not getting this yet? Seriously, it's like you WANT us
pissed at you!"

"What have you fags got to be pissed about? You're not the victim here, I
am!" Jack snapped back.

Elliott couldn't hold back now. "You... you think you're the victim? You
don't have a fucking clue do you, off in Jack-World, doing whatever the
fuck you like, saying what you like, not a fucking thought about anyone
else!"

"Hey, ease off," Ben said, rubbing Elliott's back gently with one hand, the
other pushing Elliott's chest to make him back off a little. "Let him keep
being a dick, you know he's the one who'll suffer for it."

Elliott glared at Jack a little longer, then looked to Ben, his expression
immediately softening as he nodded. "Come on, get in!" He got into the car,
Ben opening the passenger seat door for Jack before getting in the back.

Jack was confused. He still couldn't understand how anyone else could have
reason to be pissed. He was the one who had been targeted, nothing had
happened to any of the others, so how could they be angry at him?

"Okay, let's get the rules straight for today. You do what we say, as soon
as we say it. You don't argue, you don't question, you just do it, no
matter what it is. Understand?" Ben explained from the back as Elliott
drove. As he saw Jack shaking his head in annoyance, he added,
"Alternatively, we can drive straight to the police station now and show
them the evidence. You prefer that?"

Jack huffed and shook his head again. "Fine, I'll do whatever faggot things
you say!"

Elliott swung his hand out to the side, fist clenched, smacking as hard as
he could into Jack's crotch.

"UUURRGH!" Jack grunted at the sharp hit to his balls. He doubled over and
felt like he was going to throw up as sharp jolts of pain surged through
his entire body.

"Keep using that word and I'll start doing a lot worse!" Elliott snapped,
putting his hand back on the wheel.

Jack remained silent for the rest of the drive, the slowly ebbing throb in
his balls a constant reminder to behave. Once they were parked, they piled
out of the car, Elliott and Ben walking along with the slightly-limping
Jack close behind.

Jack felt like everyone was looking at him, like they all knew what he had
done the night before, that he was a slave to the two teens walking ahead
of him. He couldn't help wondering if any of them had seen him last night
when he had driven round naked, the thought filling him with dread. "Where
are we going?" he asked nervously.

"I told you earlier, you need a new wardrobe," Elliott replied, now
substantially calmer than he had been in the car.

A few moments later, they turned and headed into a clothing store. Jack
continued trailing behind. He knew how easy it would be to just turn and
walk the other way, but Elliott's anger at him over past twelve hours
suggested to him that he genuinely would turn in the video to the police
and have Jack arrested, so he forced himself to stay.

Ben and Elliott started browsing, discussing things as they picked them up,
occasionally looking at Jack and smirking. Eventually they turned, holding
out a t-shirt to Jack.

"Try it on!" Ben said with a smile.

Jack looked at it. It was a fairly innocuous looking t-shirt which was
surprising, he had expected much worse. He took it from the boy and looked
round for the fitting room.

"Oh, no, you don't need to go in there!" Ben said, seeing Jack's eyes
falling on the cubicles at the back of the shop. "You can do it here!"

"But..." Jack started.

"Don't argue, don't question!" Ben repeated his words from the car.

Jack sighed and looked round. The shop was fairly quiet, but a few people
were milling around. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and let it slide off
his shoulders, then pulled the t-shirt on. It was tight, uncomfortably so,
showing off every bump and curve of his muscles. "It's a bit small he said,
tugging it down. It barely reached the waistband of his shorts.

"It's perfect. We'll have it!" Elliott said with a smirk.

"You're kidding. I Can't wear this in public!" Jack argued.

"Take it off!" Ben ordered.

Jack happily complied, peeling off the shirt and pulling it over his
head. Ben immediately took it off of him as Elliott reached down and
grabbed Jack's own shirt. He pulled it back as Jack reached for it.

"May as well keep it off, you'll be trying others!" Elliott said, smiling
wickedly.

"Fine!" Jack huffed, then crossed his arms in front of his chest as the
other two resumed their browsing. Blushing heavily by now, Jack kept
glancing round. Needless to say, the handsome, shirtless seventeen-year-old
was attracting a few looks. As he saw two members of staff talking and
pointing, he hoped they would come over and tell him to cover up. It would
be embarrassing, but at least he would be allowed to put his shirt back
on. Unfortunately, they continued watching, apparently enjoying the show.

Ben and Elliott had Jack try on several more tops. None of them were the
type he would ever have chosen for himself and he hated every one of
them. He thought that his shirtlessness was as bad as it was going to
get... until they started looking at shorts.

"Okay, try these on!" Ben said, offering Jack a small pair of denim
shorts. Once again, Jack glanced to the fitting rooms, only to get a
dismissive shake of the head from Ben.

"Fuck!" Jack muttered. He looked round and immediately regretted it. The
people watching were no longer being subtle, he was starting to draw a
crowd. Three members of staff, two girls and a guy, all around Jack's age
were watching and sniggering. A young couple in their twenties were edging
closer and a few single people also watched from a distance.

He yanked down his shorts, leaning down to untangle them from his
sneakers. He immediately regretted it. The jock strap put his bare ass on
show to his spectators, actually getting a few whistles and a quiet cheer
in response. He immediately stood and turned, embarrassed, then realised
instead they now had a full view of the front instead.

He started pulling on the denim shorts. Much like a few of the shirts he
had tried on, the shorts were too small and barely fit him. As he did them
up, he looked down. His bulge was obscene, especially as it had
inexplicably began swelling a little.

"Fuck that's hot!" one of the spectators called out as Jack stood there in
nothing but shorts and sneakers.

"Perfect!" Ben said from behind Jack. "Whip 'em off, we'll see what else we
can find."

Jack obeyed, keeping his front to the growing crowd but covering his bulge
with both hands, eyes fixed on the ground, cheeks burning. Every time he
got handed another item of clothing, he tried it on then handed it back to
his tormentors.

"Right, I think that's enough!" Elliott finally announced, his arms piled
high with Jack's new clothes.

The declaration got a moan from the crowd. "Doesn't he need underwear?"
someone called out, getting a laugh from the others.

Ben looked thoughtful for a moment, then said "Nah, not today!"

With the show mostly over, some of the crowd began disbursing. Some
remained though, watching the near-naked teen as long as possible. Elliott
pulled Jack's wallet from the pocket of his shorts and handed it to him.

"You can pay!" Elliott said with a snigger.

They stood at the checkout while the assistants folded it all into bags for
them. The young man saw Jack's own clothes and asked, "Want me to bag these
too?"

Elliott laughed at the suggestion, especially as Jack looked terrified, but
shook his head. "Nah, don't wanna get kicked out of the mall just yet!" He
handed the clothes to Jack who eagerly got dressed, then offered his card
to the cashier.

"Thanks very much, come again!" the shop assistant called after them as
they left, the three bursting into laughter.

Jack's cheeks were still burning as he asked moodily, "Are we done now?"

"Nah, still another shop to visit," Ben said, then laughed in a way that
sent a chill down Jack's spine. As they walked, Ben pulled out his phone
and sent a text. His phone beeped a few minutes later and he looked to
Elliott. "We're good!"

"Great, let's go!" Elliott said happily. "Come on, Jacky. You're in for a
treat!"

Jack whimpered slightly, wondering what had got his two owners so
happy. They walked to the back of the mall and stopped at a store with
blacked out windows. "You... you can't be serious!" Jack said, staring in
shock. He knew what it was, an adult store. "We're underage, they won't
even let us in!"

Ben grinned. "It helps to know people. Come on." Ben pushed the door open
and stepped inside.

Elliott stood aside, letting Jack enter, visibly nervous. Once they were
inside, Elliott flipped the open sign to the 'closed' side and locked the
door. They made their way through a second door and the shop came into
view.

Jack had never been anywhere like it. He had see that sort of place in porn
videos online, but being in there in person was different. Various toys and
other paraphernalia lined the walls and shelves, mannequins stood around
garbed in assorted fetish gear. There were several men wandering round, all
of whom stopped and stared as the three teens came in.

"What's going on?" Jack asked in a barely audible whisper.

"Well you were such a good boy in the clothes store," Elliott said, patting
Jack on the cheek, "That we figured we'd get you some new toys to play
with!"

"I don't.... want any of these!" Jack stuttered, looking round at a long
line of dildos to his side.

"Hey Ben!" A man said from behind the counter, walking out to hug the
ginger teen.

"Hey Zee," Ben said back with a grin, accepting the hug happily.

The man was in his mid-twenties, sleeve-tattoos covering both of his bare
arms and disappearing beneath the shoulders of a white tank-top. Both ears,
one eyebrow and his lower left lip were pierced. "You must be Elliott!
Heard a lot about you!" he said, looking to the blonde boy at Jack's
side. He too got a quick hug. Finally his eyes fell on Jack, narrowing
slightly. "And Jack!" No hug for him!

"Hey, nice to meet you, Zee," Elliott said cheerfully.

"Well I can't keep the shop closed up for too long, so whadda you say we
got on with this?" Zee suggested.

"Get on with what?" Jack asked nervously, shrinking back a bit as the other
men in the store began gathering.

"Hope you don't mind a few spectators!" Zee said with a snigger. "They're a
few of my regulars, they can keep a secret!"

Elliott laughed. "Oh yeah, the more the merrier!"

"Great, come on guys, you won't wanna miss this!" Zee said, beckoning the
other men to come round. The customers varied in age from a little younger
than Zee to a guy who looked to be in his late fifties, ten of them in
total. His eyes narrowed again as he looked at Jack. "Clothes off!"

Jack gasped at the command, but remembered what Ben had promised. Only they
were his masters, nobody else.

"Do it!" Ben ordered, sending Jack's hesitation.

For the second time that morning, Jack stripped down to his jock,
attempting to cover himself up with his arms as he stood exposed in front
of the strangers.

"All of it!" Zee snapped, looking to the jock.

A nod from Ben and Jack reached for the elastic waistband. Shuddering with
fear, he pulled it down, then stood, crotch covered with both hands.

"Daaamn, sexy boy!" one of the spectators said happily.

Zee grabbed a box from behind the counter and reached into it. "From what
you told me, I thought you might like this!" he said, pulling out a short
chain with a small clamp on each end. He approached Jack with it.

The nervous teen started backing away, but found himself stopped by
Elliott, who grabbed one arm and one of the spectators who grabbed the
other. "What is that?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

Zee grabbed one of the clamps, squeezed it open, then closed it on Jack's
left nipple.

"Urgh!" Jack grunted. There was a momentary sharpness to the feeling, then
just pleasurable pressure. Before the other clamp had even been put on his
other nipple, his cock was halfway up. He grunted again as the other end of
the chain was secured, triggering him to go fully erect.

"Fuck, you weren't kidding. This guy really loves his nips!" Zee sniggered,
then slapped Jack's erection. He looked to Ben and said, "So you can just
leave them on and obviously they have a bit of an affect on little Jack, or
you can try just pulling on the chain a little." He reached out and did as
he had explained, triggering another pleasured groan from the naked teen.

"That's hot!" Ben said happily, watching Jack's cock twitch excitedly. He
reached out and had a go, gently pulling on the metal links, making his
victim whimper with unwanted delight.

"Or if he misbehaves, you can just do this," Zee said, grabbing the chain
and yanking hard.

The chain pulled away and both clamps popped off of Jack's sensitive
nubs. "FUCK!" he called out as he felt a sharp pain through them both.

"We'll definitely take one of those!" Elliott said happily. "What's next?"

Zee placed the chain down on the counter and reached into the box. He
pulled out a small latex butt plug. "This is the smallest plug we do. If
he's a beginner like you say, you'll want to start him on this."

"That's not going near me!" Jack insisted, attempting to pull away from the
two men holding him.

Zee grinned as he pulled out a large bottle of lube, pumping a little onto
the plug, coating the small toy as he approached Jack once more. "Turn him
round!"

Jack really began to fight back now, but as two more men joined Elliott and
the first man, he found himself overpowered, getting turned round and bent
over by force.

"You may wanna relax!" Zee said jovially as he knelt down and pressed the
tip of the plug against Jack's hole.

"Fuck you! Fuck you all! You dirty fucking fags. Let me go!" Jack screamed
back at the man.

Zee shook his head. "Wow, you're right, he's a real charmer!" Sniggering at
the teen's protests, he thrust the plug inside in a single motion, any
intention to be gentle instantly shattered.

"Oh fuck!" Jack called out, his tone giving away that the sensation wasn't
entirely unpleasant to him.

Zee turned back, grabbed something else from the box and handed it to
Ben. "Here you go, try this!"

"What is it?" Ben asked, frowning at the small black box. He pressed the
red button on it and Jack let out another moan.

"It vibrates?" Ben asked, grinning at Zee wide-eyed.

Zee and the rest of the men were laughing at Jack's moaning, several of the
men groping erections through their clothing. "Yeah," Zee replied. "Just
one setting, it's only the basic model, but I figured it could be fun for
you guys!"

"Oh yeah!" Ben said with a devilish grin. "This'll definitely be fun!"

"Stand him up!" Zee ordered, prompting Jack to be stood back up and turned
round, still held by the three men and Elliott.

"You fucking homos, I'll make you pay for this!" Jack growled, furious at
the men, but equally angry at himself. His cock was beginning to ooze
precum from both the nipple and anal stimulation.

"Oh we gotta do something about that mouth!" Zee said, shaking his head. He
reached into the box and then once more approached Jack menacingly. He
reached up and grabbed Jack's face, squeezing his cheeks tightly until the
boy's mouth opened. He reached up and placed red ball into the opening,
then reached round the back to do up the attached straps.

Elliott looked at the ballgag, making eye contact with his former friend,
then sniggered. "Wow, a way to actually shut him up. Definitely having one
of those!" he laughed.

"Argh gggg kuh yuh!" Jack attempted to speak at Elliott, but the words were
indistinguishable.

Jack continued to struggle against his captors, squirming against their
hands even as Zee pulled another toy from his box of terrors. The teen's
eyes widened and he began squirming less as Zee pulled out a short black
stick, about eighteen inches in length. At first he thought it may have
been a dildo, but it was not really the right sort of shape.

"This should help keep him in line!" Zee said happily. He reached out and
poked the tip of the stick into Jack's stomach, just to the side of his
treasure trail. There was a loud zap and Jack let out a yelp of pain
through the gag. "This is the Tazapper. It won't cause any serious harm or
leave anything more than a miniscule mark, but it stings like a
son-of-a-bitch! It's perfect for," ZAP! "Keeping," ZAP! "Disobedient," ZAP!
"Boys in line!" ZAP!

Jack was whimpering and trying to back away from the zapper with each jolt,
causing his audience to laugh hysterically.

"Hold him really still!" Zee said with a grin, then looked to Ben and said,
"You really wanna make it sting. Try this!"

With the four men holding Jack, he stared down nervously as Zee got closer,
the head of the zapper moving torturously slowly towards his crotch. The
tip made contact with his balls, triggering a yell of shock from the teen.

"Or this!" Zee added, then caught the tip of Jack's cock with it.

Jack's legs buckled and he dropped to the floor, whimpering, the four men
letting him go.

"Why don't you two come see what else I've got. The rest of you, why don't
you teach little Jack what bukkake is!" Zee instructed.

The other men needed no further prompting. As Elliott and Ben moved over to
the counter with Zee, they formed a tight circle around Jack. Each holding
down an arm or leg with a foot, the teen had forced to lay there
helplessly, fully exposed, butt plug still buzzing away as he saw ten cocks
emerge from the mens' pants. They all started stroking as they stared down
at him.

"What's bukkake?" Ben whispered to Elliott as they followed Zee.

Elliott looked back and smirked. "Not quite sure, but I think it's pretty
messy!"

Zee started showing them a few other toys he had picked out. The young man
had been friends with Ben for about six months now. The two had met online
and a friendship had blossomed quickly, although Zee had always been
careful to keep the relationship non-sexual, despite the horny teens
constant attempts to the contrary. Over the months, he had heard a lot
about Jack and the things he had done, so it gave him great pleasure now to
help Ben get a little revenge.

Meanwhile, Jack continued laying there eyes closed to avoid the sight of
ten men jerking off over him. He was glad his eyes were closed as he felt
the first splatters of cum landing on him, a long string of goo landing
heavily across his face and a few more on his chest. The first orgasm acted
as trigger for the rest. One after the other, the men began shooting their
loads, more and more warm, thick cum landing all over Jack.

By the time Elliott and Ben returned from the counter, their new toys
discretely bagged, the men had started backing away, leaving a repulsed
Jack laying covered in their spunk. Elliott reached down and undid the gag,
sniggering at Jack's face, his eyes still tightly closed to avoid getting
cum in them.

"Ah, take it out!" Jack gasped, referring to the plug still buzzing inside.

Elliott could see why Jack wanted it out, his cock looked just about ready
to explode. As tempted as he was to make him lay there and add another load
to the mess covering him, Elliott didn't want him getting off (literally)
that easily. He reached down between Jack's legs, which he parted
willingly, and yanked the plug out unceremoniously.

"Oh God!" Jack gasped, ecstatic to be free of the buzzing, but slightly
regretful that his cock had now been allowed the pleasure of release. He
felt something soft land on his stomach and realised it was a towel.

"Clean yourself up. I've got a business to run!" Zee said as he headed back
to the counter.

Elliott dropped the gag and plug into the bag with their other toys then
kicked Jack's clothes to his side as the naked teen started wiping the cum
off of himself. Satisfied that the show was over, the other men returned to
their browsing.

"You sure you don't want anything for these?" Ben asked, gesturing to the
bag of goodies.

"Nah, they're on me," Zee replied with a grin. "So long as you promise to
make the little homophobe suffer!"

"Oh don't worry, we've got that sorted!" Elliott sniggered.

With Jack cleaned off and dressed, they bid goodbye to Zee with more hugs
and then headed out of the shop, flipping the sign back round to 'open' on
the way.

"Did you enjoy that?" Elliott asked tauntingly as they headed back along
through the mall.

"No!" Jack snapped moodily.

"Really? Cos it looked like this," Elliott grabbed Jack's crotch, "Said
otherwise!"

"Get off of me you..." Jack started, then paused as he realised what he was
going to say.

Elliott sniggered as he realised Jack was beginning to learn. "Good boy!"
he said condescendingly.

The three teens spent a couple more hours in the mall. They had already got
everything they wanted to get for Jack, but now simply made him follow them
round, occasionally teasing him or threatening him with embarrassing
tasks. They stopped for lunch at the food court but bought nothing for
Jack, instead making him beg for food off of their plates. Every now and
then, they would pinch or squeeze a nipple, watching with amusement as Jack
blushed at his growing bulge, especially when they caught a passer-by
staring at it.

By the time they finished at the mall, Jack was hornier than he could ever
remember feeling before. Between the constant nipple teasing, the earlier
anally-induced near-orgasm and the fact that he was simply an over-hormonal
teenager, his cock now seemed to be permanently hard. As they drove away
from the mall, he worried what his two tormentors might do with his painful
arousal. As they pulled over at the side of the road, he suspected he was
about to find out.

Mercifully, the fear of what was coming paired with the prolonged lack of
stimulation on the journey had allowed his cock to go down. As much as he
dreaded what may be about to happen, a small part of his mind was quietly
grateful that he might be about to cum. It felt like it had been days since
he was last able to release a load.

"Stand up!" Ben ordered, opening the back door of the car for Jack to
emerge.

Jack looked round nervously. It was an empty street with no sign of any
other person, but still he was nervous. Ben reached for his waistband and
tugged down the shorts and jock strap in one go.

"Here ya go!" Elliott said, grabbing something from the trunk and handing
it to his younger friend.

"What's that?" Jack asked nervously as he saw a small object pass between
the two.

"Shut up!" Ben said bluntly.

Jack watched in horror as Ben started handling his cock, the object in his
hand being taken to pieces before being put back together around his soft
tool. With a small metal click, Ben let go and stood back. The half-naked
teen was horrified as he saw his manhood contained in some kind of metal
cage. "What the hell.." he gasped, looking up at the other two.

"Fits perfectly!" Elliott said, placing an arm around Ben's shoulders as
they beheld the chastity device.

Jack tugged at the cage, but any attempt to remove it only seemed to cause
pain. As long as the padlock was on it, it wasn't going anywhere!

"Hehe, yeah. I like it," Ben said with a smirk. He held his hand out to
Elliott, two keys laying in his palm. "One for each of us. His cock belongs
to us now!"

"You can't do this!" Jack complained. "Please, I won't touch it if that's
what you want, but I can't wear this thing!"

Ben walked closer and said, "Can't? That's strange, cos it looks like you
already are. I think what you mean is you don't WANT to wear it, but in
case you haven't figured it out yet, what YOU want doesn't matter any
more. You belong to us. Got it, boy?" He thrust a hand forward and grabbed
the cage, twisting slightly.

"Ah," Jack grunted in pain, then nodded and replied, "Yes!"

"Yes what?" Ben asked, twisting further.

"Yes Sir!" Jack replied immediately.

Ben let go and smiled. "Good, now back in the car!"

They all got back in and headed straight for Jack's house. When they pulled
up on the driveway, Ben looked into the back and said, "Get out, we're done
with you today!"

"Really?" Jack asked in shock. Not that he was keen for more, he had just
expected an evening of torture much like the previous night.

Ben looked serious now. "Yeah," he replied with a nod. "We keep saying
we're not doing this for fun. Well, it is fun, but... there's another
reason. All I want you to do tonight is think about what we're doing to you
and consider why we might be doing it! Understand?"

"Yes," Jack nodded, glad to be getting off lightly. When Ben's eyes
narrowed, he added, "Sir!" He got out of the car and started towards the
door.

"Jack!" Ben called out from the car, prompting the other teen to look
back. "I meant it. Please think about everything. The sooner you learn, the
sooner it ends!"

"Okay, I will!" Jack said with a dismissive shrug. He turned back to the
house and scowled. ' I know why you're doing it! It's cos you're a dirty
faggot who's totally hooked on me, you little cunt!' he thought to himself.

True to their word, Elliott and Ben left Jack alone for the rest of the
day. He had showered twice, not feeling clean after the first, convinced he
still had remnants of cum smeared all over him. As he lay in bed that
night, he couldn't get Ben's words out of his mind. The more he thought
about it, the more he convinced himself that his tormentors were nothing
more than faggots and bastard who got a thrill from abusing one of their
betters.

All day the cage irritated him, a constant reminder of his need to cum, a
desire which only grew stronger as the day passed. As he lay in bed, his
cock kept swelling against the cage making Jack wish he could just yank the
torturous device off and cum. Desperate to avoid the terrible desire, he
went to sleep early. Just after midnight, he awoke when he heard a message
arrive on his phone.

[What are you wearing?] the message asked. It was Bryce.

[Shorts] he replied. He would normally have gone to bed naked, enjoying
being unrestricted by clothing in the privacy of his own room, but tonight
was different. Every time he had looked down and seen his cock in the cage,
it had angered him, so he had put shorts on.

[Take them off!] Bryce sent back.

[Why?]

[Don't ask questions, just do as you're told!] Bryce insisted.

Jack sighed as he pulled off the shorts. He briefly wondered why he had
done so, it would have been easier to just say he had done it, the younger
teen would never have known. [Okay, done]

[Great, now come outside. I'm in the back garden!] Bryce messaged.

"What?!" Jack exclaimed aloud. He dashed to window, parted the curtains and
looked down. It was dark and hard to see, but he could just about make out
a figure standing there looking up at his window. [What are you doing?] He
saw the figure illuminated slightly as he looked at the screen of his
phone.

[I said don't ask questions, just come out here! And don't get dressed!]
Bryce instructed.

[Fine. On my way!] Jack conceded. He tossed his phone onto his bed, then
crept to his door and opened it. He listened for a moment and, hearing no
signs of movement, walked silently to the stairs and went down. It felt
strangely scary to be naked in his own house. Before he had been enslaved,
his nudity had been restricted to his own room and nowhere else. He made
his way down the hallway, into the kitchen then quietly slid open the
French doors. Right outside was the wooden decking, the smooth wood cool
against his bare feet, a slight breeze caressing his naked body.

"Bryce?" Jack hissed, squinting through the darkness.

"Down here!" the reply came.

Jack made his way down the steps onto the lawn, Bryce finally coming into
sight. "What are you doing here?" Jack whispered.

"I was on a date tonight. She was so fucking hot, I swear I was rock hard
all night," Bryce started, "And she kept teasing me about what we were
going to do, but then she changed her mind and said she 'didn't feel ready
yet' or some bullshit like that!"

"Erm... that sucks," Jack said, attempting to sound sympathetic.

"Yeah, it fucking does. So I'm there, horny as fuck with no girl and I
start thinking 'I need to fuck someone!' and guess who comes to mind!"
Bryce explained.

"What? No!" Jack said, realising the implication.

"Come on, I know you want it!" Bryce said, stepping closer, his face only
inches from Jack's.

"No, I don't. I'm no..." Jack started, but stopped himself again. "I'm not
gay!"

"Hey, neither am I!" Bryce insisted, placing a hand on Jack's arm. "But I'm
horny!"

"Please Bryce, don't make me!" Jack pleaded. It felt humiliating to be
begging his rival not to fuck him, but he really didn't want anything else
up his ass today, although the slight twitch in his sphincter hinted that
may not be entirely true.

"You seemed to like it last night!" Bryce said with a snigger. "I fucked
the cum right outta ya!"

Jack's breath caught in his throat as he remembered the way he had
ejaculated as he rode Bryce's cock. "That was... it was just..."

"Yeah, you know you liked it. I bet you're hard just thinking about..."
Bryce stopped mid-sentence. He had reached forward to test his theory, but
found cold metal instead of warm flesh. "The fuck's that?" he asked in
shock.

"Ben... and Elliott. They.... locked me up!" Jack stuttered, glad that the
darkness his his blushes.

"Fuck that's... actually kinda hot!" Bryce said with a snigger.

Jack shook his head. "Not for me, it's not." he said unhappily.

"So you can't get hard or jerk off or anything!" Bryce said, almost
laughing.

"No!" Jack replied.

"But you wanna?" Bryce asked cheekily.

Jack wanted to say no, but he was still aroused from the day's
activities. "Yes," he replied awkwardly.

"So why don't I... give you a ride and see if we can get it to happen
again. I get the fuck I want, you get to cum... it's a win/win!" Bryce
offered.

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

"This isn't an order!" Bryce said, surprisingly softly. He leaned forward
and kissed Jack's shoulder gently. "This is an offer. I want to fuck
you. Do you want to let me?"

Jack was shuddering, his breath shaky. His cock had swollen as much as the
cage would allow, the pressure only adding to his arousal. "I'm
not... sure..." he stammered.

"It's okay, I won't tell anyone, this is just between us!" Bryce whispered
in his ear, his lips brushing against them. He kissed Jack's cheek, adding
another gentle peck between each word. "Just. Our. Little. Secret!" After
the final word, he paused with his lips right in front of Jack's, their
noses touching, heavy breaths mingling.

"Do it!" Jack gasped, then pushed forward to press his lips on Bryce's.

Their arms wrapped around each other as they embraced, lips parting,
tongues wrestling. Their lips parted, Bryce's mouth nuzzling into Jack's
neck, getting a groan of pleasure from the older boy.

"I don't have protection!" Bryce whispered.

"Are you clean?" Jack asked breathily.

"Yeah!" Bryce insisted.

"Then do it! Fuck me!" Jack said, feeling his cock twitch in its cage. He
pulled away slightly and squatted down. He undid Bryce's jeans and yanked
them down, then pulled his erection free of his boxers and took it eagerly
in his mouth. 'What are you doing?' he screamed at himself as he slicked up
the other teen's boner with his saliva. 'I don't care, I've gotta cum!' he
told himself.

Bryce leant down, pushed Jack onto his back then lifted his legs into the
air. He fumbled for a moment in the darkness but managed to find Jack's
hole, pushing the head of his cock into it.

"Oh God!" Jack groaned as he felt the thick rod opening him up.

Bryce pushed in slowly until his balls pressed against Jack's rear, then
grabbed Jack's hands and put them around his neck. "Hold on!" he growled.

Jack gripped on tightly, wondering what was about to happen. Bryce stood,
easily lifting Jack's full weight as the older teen wrapped his legs around
Bryce's waist.

"Oh Shit!" Jack chuckled as he got lifted into the air.

Bryce started to fuck him hard, lifting his whole body up and slamming it
back down. Their bodies pressed together, slightly uncomfortably because of
the cage, but they didn't let it bother them. Jack leaned in and started
kissing Bryce once again. He was completely lost in the feeling of his
building orgasm. Bryce's cock was working his magic once again and he could
feel himself getting close.

"Oh God, don't stop, I'm almost there!" Jack gasped, pulling away for a
moment.

"Me too!" Bryce replied, thrusting firmly. The younger teen began grunting.

Jack felt warm wetness filling him inside. It was an unusual sensation but
quite a welcome one as it pushed him that tiny bit closer to his own
release. He was breathing heavily, right on the verge of cumming.

Bryce stopped humping and lowered the breathless teen to the ground. "How
was that?" he asked.

"Awesome... but I didn't... cum yet. Just a bit more. Please!" Jack gasped.

"I wasn't talking to you!" Bryce sniggered.

"What?" Jack asked, confused.

"It was perfect!" another voice called out.

Jack looked round in shock. There were other people walking towards
them. He recognised the first voice as Lincoln. "What's going on?" Jack
asked, suddenly shaken out of his post-orgasmic pleasure.

"Oh God, don't stop!" Aaron teased. "That was priceless!"

Bryce remained silent as he pulled his jeans back up. Jack looked up at
him, unable to make out his expression. "But I thought... you mean... you
set me up!"

"Now who's the faggot?" Lincoln taunted, squatting down. He tugged at
Jack's cage, making him flinch.

Jack felt sick. He wasn't sure what he thought was happening with Bryce,
but he had never expected it to be another mean trick. He had enjoyed what
they did, or at least he had at the time. Now, though, he had no idea what
to think.

Laughing quietly to each other, the others left, completely disregarding
the naked teen laying on the lawn.

Despite the humiliation of being used for the entertainment of his
teammates, Jack still needed to cum. He thought back to the previous night,
how he had been made to cum by his tormentors without touching his
cock. Maybe he could do it himself. He thrust a finger into his ass while
playing with a nipple.

The feeling began to build again, but before he could cum his embarrassment
overwhelmed him. The realisation that he had just willingly allowed Bryce
to fuck him, that he had actually kissed another guy by choice and the fact
that it had all been nothing more than a set-up to degrade him further all
hit him at once. His hands dropped limply to his side. The need to cum was
still there, but the desire to make it happen had melted away. Instead he
just lay there, staring into the night sky, silent tears streaming down his
cheeks.