Date: Fri, 9 Sep 2016 22:37:56 +0000
From: Matt Smith <matterotica@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Jack Hamilton Chapter 9

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 9


THEN

"What's wrong you little faggot, don't you want a closer look?" Jack called
tauntingly after the boy. He was walking out of the public restroom just a
dozen or so feet behind another teenager.

"What's going on?" Evan asked as he saw the younger boy walk out quickly
with Jack close behind.

"I was having a piss and that dirty little homo was trying to check out my
cock!" Jack called out loudly. "Where you going, faggot?"

The younger boy looked back nervously for a moment but carried on walking
away.

"Hey, I asked you a question!" Jack called out, speeding up to try and
intercept him, his friends following.

The boy sped up in response and within moments was running through the park
at full speed, Jack and the other football players hot on his heels.

"Come on, little fag. Don't you wanna play with us?" Jack called out
tauntingly. The boy wasn't fast, Jack and the other athletes would have had
no trouble catching him, but for now they were just enjoying making him
run.

"Leave me alone!" the boy called back, tears streaming down his cheeks,
terrified.

Jack laughed at the boy's terrified whimpering. "Last chance to stop before
we make you!" he called out. When the boy didn't slow, Jack gestured for
his friend to keep up and piled on the speed, catching up to the younger
teen in moments. He grabbed the boy's shoulder, spinning him round and
making him trip over his own feet.

"Please... please don't hurt me!" the boy pleaded desperately, cowering as
the five bigger teens surrounded him.

"Why were you checking out my cock?" Jack asked surprisingly calmly.

The boys hands were trembling, eyes wide with panic. "I... I wasn't... I
just... I happened to.... to look round, right when you did!"

"Of course you did!" Jack said, smirking in disbelief. "Well you got a good
look at me, so let's get a good look at you! Strip him!" he commanded.

The other four players swooped down onto the prone boy, two pulling at his
shorts, two grabbing his shirt. He struggled against them in vain, the
large athletes easily pulling the clothes off, slightly ripping the shirt
in the process. The boy sat there in just his briefs and sneakers, crying.

"Take them off!" Jack said to the boy, gesturing to the underwear.

"No... please!" the boy begged, his voice a barely-audible squeak through
his sobbing.

"Fine, don't then. Guys..." Jack said, gesturing to his teammates again.

The four of them paused for a moment, glancing at each other, but with Jack
watching them closely they soon complied. They reached down, each grabbed
part of the boy's waistband and pulled. With a loud rip, the white briefs
were ripped to shreds in seconds. The boy's hands were immediately in his
crotch, covering up.

"Ha, look at the little homo, he's playing with himself!" Jack taunted. He
glanced round, seeing the bank of the lake a short distance away. "Throw
him in the lake, that might help him cool off a bit!"

Again the others hesitated briefly before complying, but eventually picked
up the struggling boy easily and carried him down to the edge of the
lake. Jack followed, picking up the boy's shirt and shorts but leaving the
tattered remains of his underwear where it had fallen. Watching in
amusement as the other four threw the boy into the cold water, he tossed
the clothing into the upper branches of a nearby tree.

"Next time keep your eyes to yourself you dirty little faggot!" Jack called
out as he walked away laughing.

---------

NOW

Jack lay in his bed, staring across the room at the dildo. He knew his was
breaking the rules by not having it inside him, but with nobody there to
enforce the rule he didn't see any harm in popping it out. The problem now
was that he couldn't stop staring at it. It was a perfect mould of his own
cock. Normally he was quite proud of the size of his cock, but now he was
cursing it.

His tormentors had taken great pleasure in making Jack fuck himself with
his own cock all night and had then sent him home with one of the new toys
inside his ass, with the command to keep it in until told to remove
it. They had used the mould to make several different versions. One was a
full model of his cock and balls with a large suction cup attachment on the
base to allow it to be stuck to smooth surfaces. Another one had a vibrator
inside it. The third one was the one now sat on his desk. It was a basic
copy of just his cock with a flat base.

It had thankfully been heavily lubed before being pushed inside him, which
made made it a little less uncomfortable, but that also meant it began to
slide out every time he walked. Just walking from Lincoln's house to the
car it had almost popped out completely, his ass naturally repelling it. He
had to keep pushing it back in, effectively fucking himself. When he had
sat down in the car, that had thankfully stopped it sliding out, but
instead presented another problem as it pushed the toy further inside,
stimulating him further.

Stimulation was something he was in no short supply of, however. The viagra
he had been given earlier in the night was still still in his system. He
had been forced to milk himself to orgasm no less than five times
throughout the evening by his tormentors. It was only after the fifth
ejaculation that his cock finally softened enough for him to be put back in
the chastity cage that he had hoped to never see again.

Once he got home, he had immediately removed the dildo, washed it to avoid
having his room smell of ass and placed it on his desk before going to bed,
expecting to sleep easily considering how exhausted he was. Another part of
him refused to let him sleep though. Thanks to the viagra, his cock kept
swelling as much as it was able to within his cage, causing both a
substantial amount of discomfort and a desperate desire to cum once again.

'I need Bryce!' he thought to himself. 'One ride on his cock and I'd be
shooting in seconds! Fuck, no, I can't think about that sort of
thing. That's some gay shit right there! Besides, I doubt Bryce is gonna be
doing me any favours any time soon!' He shook his head, rolled over and
closed his eyes.

A minute later, he sighed, sleep still eluding him. He rolled onto his
back, threw back the covers, clicked on his lamp and looked down at the
cage. 'Fucking thing. Why'd they have to put it back on me? Those fucking
faggots. I should probably try to stop calling them that, Elliott gets all
pissed about it. I don't get why he's so angry at me or why he's so
defensive Ben, the little... faggot. Fuck it, he's a faggot. I can use that
word in my own fucking head! Fuck, man up Jack, don't let them get to you
like this!'

'Right. If I can't sleep cos I need to cum, then I gotta cum!' he thought
to himself. He reached down and stroked his chest. It felt bizarre being
smooth again, he couldn't even remember last time he had been like
that. 'Right, nipples, don't fail me now!' He grabbed a nipple with each
hand and began rubbing and squeezing them. Immediately his cock twitched in
the cage. He flinched as his cock tried to swell against it, but continued
playing with the sensitive nubs.

'Oh shit this is good!' he thought, his breathing growing heavier. He
continued for a few minutes, wave after wave of pleasure rippling down his
body from his chest to his encased dick. 'Fuck, it's not enough!' he
thought in absolute frustration. 'Okay, I'm only this cos I have to!' he
told himself as he released his left nipple and slid his hand down between
his legs.

"Uhhh!" he groaned aloud as he allowed his index finger to slide inside his
aching hole. "Oh fuck!" he muttered as he slid it further inside. "Yes,
yes, yes!" he repeated as he felt an orgasm building once again, the dual
stimulation of nipple and hole edging him even closer.

A few more minutes passed and despite the abject pleasure he was feeling,
the orgasm remained elusive. Beginning to get desperate, he looked over to
the desk. 'No, you can't!' he told himself, eyeing up the replica of his
own cock. 'But I have to!' he replied to himself.

Pulling out his finger and releasing his nipple, he swung his legs round
and got off the bed, giving his aching balls a gentle squeeze as he
stood. He paced slowly across the room and grabbed the toy around the base
of the shaft. It felt so bizarrely familiar, it truly did feel like
gripping his own dick. He walked back over to the bed to lay down again,
staring at the dildo nervously. 'Fuck it, I gotta cum!' he told himself,
lowering the toy between his legs.

He began pushing it into his hole, but without lube it didn't seem like it
was going to go in without significant pain. 'Fuck!' Jack thought. He tried
thinking of anything he could use to lubricate it, but couldn't think of
anything. With an unhappy sigh, he spat into his hand and started lubing
his hole with his own saliva, then raised the dildo to his mouth with the
other hand. 'Come on, you don't need it this much!' he told himself as he
considered sliding it in.

The hand lubing his hole pushed inside slightly, sending a jolt of pleasure
straight to his cock. 'Fuck it, yes I do!' he told himself, plunging the
dildo so far into his mouth that he actually gagged a little. He coughed,
but let his tongue slide around the silicone-rubber toy, moistening it
sufficiently for what he intended to do with it.

Pulling it out, he immediately lowered it back down between his legs and
pushed the head, his own cock head essentially, against his hole and began
pushing it inside. "Ah yeah, that's it!" he moaned aloud as he felt it
filling him up again.

He let his hand make its way back to his nipple as he started fucking
himself. His muted groans began growing louder and louder, more and more
intense, getting as loud as he dared to without alerting the entire house
to what he was doing. The orgasm was building, and building, and
building... but was still just out of reach. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" he
repeated to himself. It truly did feel amazing, but he needed to cum. His
cock was literally flowing with precum now.

"Wait, I know. Do it like I do it with Bryce!" he whispered to himself. He
whipped the dildo out, sprang up onto his knees and placed the dildo
between his legs. He started lowering himself onto it. It didn't quite have
the same feel as Bryce's cock. Mostly it lacked the girth of his younger
teammates monster, but Bryce's dick had a wonderful curve to it that made
it hit just the right spot.

Jack closed his eyes anyway, determined to finished what he had started. He
began bouncing on the dildo but it still didn't feel right. 'Fuck, I
neeeeeed Bryce!' he whined to himself. He glanced back and grabbed a
pillow, holding it in front of himself, his arms wrapping around
it. Closing his eyes again, he continued bouncing on the replica of his own
cock, biting the top of the pillow, imagining that it was Bryce's shoulder,
that the younger teen was pressed up against him. "Oh Bryce, fuck me,
harder, please!" he begged lost in the fantasy.

A few more minutes passed and he still hadn't managed to achieve
orgasm. His asshole was throbbing, his dick ached as it continued
attempting to swell against the cage and the pillow was drenched in precum.

"Fuck it!" he snarled angrily, throwing the pillow aside. He reached down,
yanked out the dildo and dropped it off the side of the bed. "I just wanna
cum!" he groaned, reluctantly beginning to accept the fact that he simply
couldn't do it alone.

He curled up again, pulling the covers right over his head, determined to
ignore his infuriating desire.

Eventually, he was just beginning to drift off to sleep when he heard his
phone vibrate. He considered ignoring it, but curiosity got the better of
him. It was a message from Elliott.

[You're in trouble for taking out the dildo, but well done for putting on
an impressive show!] the message said.

Jack sat bolt upright in bed, eyes wide, re-reading the message. Elliott
knew? But how? How could he know the dildo was out and how had he seen what
Jack had just been doing? He looked round the room, wondering if Elliott
might actually be there or if he had somehow hidden a camera in his
room. The phone vibrated again.

[It's your computer, fucktard. Your webcam is set to broadcast 24/7. I can
see you right now!] Elliott replied.

Jack felt furious. They had taken so much from him over the last few days,
the privacy of his room one of the few things he had left and now even that
was gone too. Once again his anger seemed aimed solely at Elliott. Again he
found himself wondering why Elliott was even doing this. Sure, most of the
others could probably find reasons to be pissed at him, but why Elliott?
Jack had never been anything besides a friend to him.

[Elliott, please can we talk about all of this?] he requested, attempting
to suppress his rage.

[Put the dildo back in and go to sleep!] Elliott replied.

[Please talk to me!] Jack sent, grabbing the dildo and sliding it back
inside his throbbing hole. He eventually fell asleep, waiting futilely for
a reply.

---------

For once, Jack was awake before Elliott and Ben invaded his room. He had
woken up early after rolling over onto the dildo which had slid out of him
during the night. He showered, pulled on some underwear and sat waiting for
the other two teens to arrive. It felt humiliating to think that he had to
wait for them to pick out his clothes. On the bright side, whatever they
chose for him today wouldn't be worsened by visible erections, his cage
prevented that particular embarrassment.

"Morning Jack," Ben said with a smile as he walked in and saw him sitting
on the edge of his bed.

"Morning Sir!" Jack replied without even thinking about the words.

Ben approached the bed and patted the pillow. "Morning to you too, Bryce!"
Ben teased, making it apparent that he too had seen what Jack had done, or
tried to do, during the night.

Elliott laughed aloud at Ben's teasing, particularly as he saw Jack
blushing bright red, all the way down to his bare shoulders. He paused for
a moment. Jack had shaved after his shower, so with his smooth jawline and
now hair-free torso, Elliott couldn't help marvelling at how much Jack
looked like he had a few years ago, back when they were actually good
friends. He felt a slight twinge of nostalgia as he thought of the good
times they used to have.

Elliott had started to worry over the last couple of days that what they
were doing to Jack had stopped being about helping him and simply become a
matter of revenge. In fact, after hearing what the football team had done
to him, he had been close to ending it all, actually considering deleting
all the incriminating footage and releasing jack as a lost cause, but then
Jack had said something last night that gave him hope.

' You actually had me doubting myself. For just a second I thought perhaps
some of this was my fault,' those were the words Jack had used during his
angry outburst. He didn't expect the others had really even picked up on
it, but being closest to Jack, it called out loud and clear to
Elliott. There was doubt there, possible self-reflection. Jack had actually
begun to consider that the things happening to him were the result of his
own actions!

Part of him wished Jack would just hurry up and figure it out. That was the
same part of him that wanted to rush forward now, wrap his arms around his
friend and apologise for everything. It was a constant struggle for Elliott
to keep that part of him under control, to keep pushing Jack further and
further towards his eventual breaking point.

Shaking himself from his thoughts, Elliott headed for the closet to choose
today's outfit. Both parts of the outfit mattered today for different
reasons. He wanted a top that showed off as much of Jack's chest and upper
body as possible. The way he had been on show the last couple of days,
everyone would have seen his hair. Now that he was smooth, Elliott wanted
to make sure they noticed. Jack was so body-conscious that he was bound to
be humiliated further by having everyone know that he had shaved. The
bottom half was also significant. He didn't need it to show off an erection
like the tiny shorts on Monday had, he needed them loose.

Finally picking a low-cut tank top similar to the previous day's and a pair
of small but fairly loose shorts, he handed them to Jack who began to
dress. "Erm, did I tell you to put on underwear?" he asked, raising an
eyebrow.

Jack sighed. "No," he replied.

Elliott swung a hand and slapped Jack. It wasn't a hard slap, just enough
to shock him. "No... what?"

Jack sighed again, holding his cheek. "No Sir!" he said unhappily. He
pulled his leg out of the shorts that were halfway on and then slipped the
underwear off before beginning to dress again. Just as he got the shorts
up, he heard Elliott clear his throat. He looked up to see his former
friend gesturing towards the dildo that lay on his desk.

"I have to have it in?" Jack asked, looking completely downtrodden.

"I don't recall ever giving you permission to even take it out," Elliott
replied coldly.

Jack pulled off the shorts one more time and approached the desk. He picked
it up and realised that once again it lacked lubricant.

"No need to be shy, it's nothing we haven't seen before!" Elliott smirked.

"Hey, maybe this'll help!" Ben said, sensing Jack's reluctance. He grabbed
the dildo from the older teen and held it against his crotch as if it were
his own erection. "On your knees, boy!" he commanded.

"Oh come on!" Jack moaned, but seeing neither of the others back down, he
dropped to his knees and opened his mouth as Ben moved closer.

The sniggering fifteen-year-old used the dildo to fuck Jack's mouth for a
few seconds before pulling it out.

Blushing even more now, Jack stood up and looked round for the dildo which
had now been handed to Elliott. He stared in angry shock as he saw his
former friend pull a small bottle of lube from his schoolbag and apply it
to the toy.

"If you had that, why did you make me..." he started, his voice trailing
off, not wanting to verbalise what he had just done.

Elliott shrugged and smirked. "For fun! Now bend over!"

Jack scowled, but leaned over onto his desk. He felt ther other
seventeen-year-old's fingers applying more lube to his hole, then begin
pushing the toy into him. He had thought by now that his ass might have
actually started stretching. It was not something he wanted, but it would
certainly make tasks like this a lot easier. His hole remained as tight as
ever though.

Once the toy was sufficiently inserted, Jack was granted permission to
dress. He did so quickly, then followed the other two down the stairs,
walking a little awkwardly. About halfway down the stairs, he felt the toy
sliding and reached back to push it in.

"Morning son!" Jack's father said as he walked down the hallway past the
stairs.

"Moooooorning!" Jack replied, a surge of pleasure shocking him at exactly
the wrong moment as the dildo pushed back inside.

"Morning Mr H," Elliott said, smiling at the knowledge of what was really
happening.

"Morning Elliott. And good morning to you, too, young man!" Mr Hamilton
added, looking to Ben whom he had never seen before.

When Ben failed to reply, Elliott looked round at him only to find him
staring at the man, eyes wide with what appeared to be shock. "Ben," he
said, trying to get the boy's attention. When he didn't immediately
respond, Elliott added, "This is Mr Hamilton. Mr H, this is Ben!"

"Pleasure to meet you!" Mr Hamilton said politely before continuing down
the hallway into the lounge.

"Ben, you okay?" Elliott asked, seeing that his young lover had still not
moved since seeing Jack's father.

"Oh, erm... yeah!" Ben said, forcing a smile. "Come on, let's get to
school!" He jumped down the last few stairs and dashed for the door,
Elliott and the awkwardly-walking Jack close behind him.

The ride to school was both pleasurable and torturous for Jack. Every bump
the car hit seemed to nudge the dildo in his ass, a not entirely-unpleasant
sensation but at the same time to continuing stimulation kept forcing his
cock to try and break out of the cage. As they drove, he kept finding his
eyes drawn to Ben. Ever since this all started, he seemed so cheerful,
always smiling and laughing... except for Sunday evening in the park. The
things he had said still played on Jack's mind. At first he had just
thought the little fag was bitter and resentful, looking for any way to
lash out back at him. The longer Jack's ordeal went on, though, the more he
began to worry it might have actually been true.

'You are literally the worst person I have ever met,' Ben had told him,
going on to add, 'You are going to spend your whole life miserable and
alone.' Until this all began, Jack never really had much of a concept of
being alone. Aside from always being surrounded by other members of the
team and a seemingly-endless stream of girls (who seemed to be steering
clear of him lately), Elliott had always been there. The two had always
been best friends.

Jack allowed his gaze to wander to the other side of the car, to
Elliott. He still wanted to talk to his former friend alone, to find out
why he had turned on him. If nothing else, Jack wanted to know what he
could have possibly done to make him so angry. That would have to wait
though as they were just pulling into the parking lot.

"Okay, the dildo stays in all day!" Elliott ordered, turning to look at
Jack in the back seat. "In morning break and at lunch, head straight to the
store room we used on Monday. Got it?"

"Yes Sir!" Jack replied immediately. He was far from happy with the
instruction, but all things considered it could have been a lot worse. If
anything, the part he was dreading most was seeing the rest of the football
team.

After the things they had done to him in the shower the previous day, he
had a feeling that what little of his reputation he thought he had managed
to cling to had actually been irreparably shattered. What did that mean for
him as Captain though. When the team had just been a little insubordinate,
the Coach had threatened to strip Jack of his Captaincy. If he went out
with them in outright revolt, there was little doubt about what would
happen.

He made his way up to the front steps, avoiding eye contact with anyone,
particularly when he had to reach back and attempt to discreetly push the
slippery dildo back up between his cheeks. As he walked through the doors,
it felt like the entire world stopped. It seemed like most of the football
team was in the corridor, gathered together in various little groups.

Trent and Evan, the two who had acted as ringleaders broke away from their
respective groups as soon as they saw Jack arrive and headed straight for
him.

'Fuck, what now?' Jack thought. He looked briefly to Elliott and Ben who
were a short distance behind him, but they both shrugged.

"Hey... erm, Jack," Trent said nervously.

"Yeah hi Cap," Evan added looking equally worried.

"Erm... morning," Jack replied. He had expected insults and abuse so their
quiet fearfulness came as quite a shock.

"Are you... are you okay?" Trent asked quietly, looking round and gulping.

Jack frowned, wondering if this was part of some elaborate set-up. "Yeah I
guess so," he replied cautiously, moving to the side of the door as some
other students came up the steps behind him. The dildo began to slip down a
little.

"Look, about yesterday..." Evan started, b ut his voice seemed to trail
off.

Jack's puzzled frown turned into an angry glare. "What about it?" he
demanded.

"You haven't, like, told anyone about it, have you? I mean, like, your
parents or, like, a... a teacher or anything, have you?" Trent stammered,
turning a little pale.

"You kidding? I posted it on facebook, tweeted it, popped a few shots on
insta and check your phone, I even sent a few snapchats about it!" Jack
replied, watching as his teammates looked increasingly terrified. "You
fucking kidding me? Why the fuck would I want anyone to know about it?"

"Oh, erm, good. We just, erm... on behalf of the team we kinda want
to.... apologise," Evan said, barely daring to look at Jack.

"What?" Jack asked, looking genuinely shocked.

Evan nodded. "We mean it. What we did was kinda out of line!"

"Kinda? Kinda out of line is insulting your Mom or stealing the last slice
of pizza. What you guys did was so far over the line, it just.... I mean,
seriously, what the fuck!"

Trent sighed. "You're right, but you... kinda drove us to it!"

"What, so this was my fault?" Jack asked, eyebrows raised.

Elliott and Ben exchanged looks for a moment, intrigued by the entire
exchange.

"No, well, yes... but..." Trent stammered. He took a deep breath, his brow
furrowing, clearly preparing to say something difficult. "Jack can I... be
honest with you?"

Jack simply shrugged.

Trent took another deep breath and started, "Okay, you're a good Captain,
like seriously, one of the best. You just have to look at the trophy case
to see that, but..." he paused briefly, "But sometimes... or most of the
time really, you're a bully. We get that you need to be tough on us on the
field, that's what gets us the results, but it's like... all the time. You
seem to get off an making us miserable and eventually it just gets a bit
much. Last night, all the anger and frustration just kinda reached a
tipping point and.... well, you know what happened."

Jack was more than a little shocked. As was becoming the norm lately, he
felt both proud and ashamed of what was being said to him at the same
time. Did they really see him as a bully? Most of the time he was just
playing, doing guy stuff, or at least that was what he thought.

Elliott watched intently. He knew how important this was. In the space of
barely more than twelve hours, the football team had made the point he was
trying to get across, punished Jack for it, confronted him with the truth
and given him the chance to talk about it. It was like his entire campaign
against Jack condensed into a handy bite-size chunk. The question was, how
would Jack respond?

"I think what we're saying is... we're sorry," Evan added to Trent's
explanation of what had happened. "And we still want you to be Captain,
but... just, stop being such a cunt!" He added a playful smile at the end,
hoping Jack might be able to take it in good humour.

Jack laughed, the gentle chuckling seeming to alleviate the fear on both
Trent and Evan's faces. It stopped as abruptly as it started, Jack's face
contorting into pure rage. "You think you all get to do what you did, then
just tell me its my own fault, apologise and think everything'll be cool?
Are you fucking stupid?"

As the terror returned to the two football players' faces, Elliott looked
genuinely disappointed.

"You run back to the rest of the team and you tell them this from
me. Because of what you did, I now have the power to get you expelled or
even arrested, so if any one of them so much as looks at me funny again,
that'll be it, I'll see you all go down for it. As for how I treat you
all," he snarled, stepping forward and grabbing the collar of Trent's
letterman jacket, "I'll do whatever the fuck I like and you'll thank me for
it. Got it?"

Trent nodded rapidly, then dashed off down the corridor with Evan.

Jack looked round at Elliott, seeing the look on his face. "And what's your
problem?"

Elliott's jaw clenched. Silently, he shook his head and walked away.

Relieved to have managed to turn the situation with the team around, but
still worried about Elliott, Jack headed towards homeroom. "For fuck's
sake!" he muttered to himself as he pushed the dildo back in again.

---------

For morning break, Jack headed to the store room as instructed. Lincoln and
Elliott both fucked him quickly whilst he sucked off Ben, all while they
tortured his nipples and did everything else they could to arouse
him. Already infuriatingly horny from his attempted orgasm during the
night, Jack had crossed the line from frustrated to desperate. By the time
the dildo was re-lubed and shoved back inside him, he was actually pleading
with his tormentors to let him cum.

Jack had to rush to get to his class after break, which in itself only made
his discomfort worse. Attempting to run with the dildo in not only battered
his prostate, but it also forced the toy out more rapidly making him reach
round every few seconds to shove it back in. When he sat down in class, he
inadvertently grunted with pleasure as the dildo moved in further. Worst of
all, the wet patch from his seemingly-endless stream of precum was becoming
somewhat obvious.

When he returned to the store room at lunchtime, Ben tossed him a granola
bar and bottle of water and said he had a few minutes to eat it. Jack's
heart dropped as he realised that meant he was likely to be tortured for
the entirety of the lunch break. In a way though, he was glad to be back in
the small, secluded room. He had been getting comments all day on his
personal grooming habits, his lack of body hair very much noticeable in the
low-cut tank top. It seemed that with every passing day, the other students
were getting more and more bold with their taunts towards Jack, their fear
of him ebbing with every humiliation that was piled on him.

"Clothes off!" Elliott commanded as soon as he walked in.

Ben, Lincoln, Aaron Danny were already there, but Bryce remained absent
from the group, much to Jack's relief/disappointment.

With a disgruntled huff, Jack pulled off his shorts and tank top. It
worried how quickly he was getting used to being naked at school, albeit
only in the little store room that had become his own private torture
chamber. He still wished there was a lock on the door, but had come to
accept by now that people didn't really pass by it much at lunchtime so
there was minimal risk of having anyone walk in.

Once he was naked, he stared at Elliott, awaiting further
instruction. Staring back, the other teen reached down and began to
unbuckle his belt, then let his pants drop to his ankles before pushing
down his boxer-briefs.

"On your knees!" Elliott commanded.

Jack complied, mentally preparing himself for the prospect of a cock
shortly entering his mouth. Elliott approached, cock semi-hard, the long
tool swinging back and forth. Instead of directing the meaty tool into
Jack's mouth, Elliott turned around.

"You were an asshole tom Evan and Trent this morning, so now you get an
asshole as punishment!" Elliott said with a slight smirk. He wished he had
remained facing jack so he could see his slave's expression. Instead, he
just reached back, grabbed both sides of Jack's head and pulled it forward
so his face disappeared into the crack.

"Ugh!" Jack groaned, pulling free. "No fucking way, I'm not going near your
ass!"

Elliott looked back angrily. "You'll do as you're fucking told or you'll
get worse!"

"No. NO! Fuck you, no I'm not doing it. Not that!" Jack refused. He had put
up with a lot, followed a lot of orders, done a lot of 'faggoty' things,
but that seemed just a step too far.

"Fine," Elliott said. He looked to the others. "Get him on the floor!"

The other four pounced on Jack. Already down on his knees, he was easily
subdued by the four other teens, each taking a limb and holding him flat on
the ground. Jack wanted to shout at them to stop, but he was more worried
about anyone out in the hallway hearing him and coming in to
investigate. Although he knew the others would likely get into trouble, it
would also likely trigger the full exposure of the things he had done to
everyone in the school!

Elliott kicked off his pants and underwear, freeing his legs up more,
allowing him to stand with a foot either side of Jack's head. He began to
squat.

"Oh come on, please!" Jack begged.

The pleading was futile, Elliott ignored it, continuing down until he was
sitting on Jack's face. His hole was positioned over his mouth, his cock
and balls covering Jack's nose and eyes. He really began to squirm, muffled
noises coming from his covered mouth. Elliott raised his ass a little and
asked, "Sorry, I didn't quite catch that!"

"I can't breathe!" Jack gasped!

"Then get your tongue in there or next time I stay on longer!" Elliott
replied, sniggering to the other tormentors. He sat back down, but this
time held up his balls so as not to cover Jack's nose.

It took a couple of seconds, but eventually Elliott felt the tip of Jack's
tongue press against his hole. It felt incredible, but almost stifled a
moan, but realised it would actually torment Jack more to know that his
misery was causing Elliott such pleasure. "Come on, you can do better than
that!" Elliott growled down at Jack.

The tongue continued poking at Elliott's hole, but failed to do much
more. Elliott shook his head. "Looks like he needs a little encouragement!"
he suggested. He looked back at Ben and Aaron who were holding down Jack's
legs. "Pass his legs up here!"

The two teens began raising Jack's legs until Elliott took hold of them,
pulling them back further and holding them under his arms. Jack was now
doubled over, his ass exposed to Ben and Aaron, the dildo beginning to
slide out.

"Hey, none of that!" Aaron said, slamming the toy back in firmly, getting a
muffled grunt from Jack in response.

"Why don't you give him some encouragement!" Elliott suggested, looking
first at Ben, then at his discarded pants, then back to Ben again.

The younger teen grinned, immediately knowing what Elliott was
suggesting. He reached for the pants and pulled out the belt. He doubled it
over, holding the end with the buckle in one hand, slapping it down into
his other with a loud crack.

Elliott grunted as Jack's terrified whimper send a little vibration of fear
through his ass.

Ben swung round and brought the belt down onto Jack's ass with a loud
slap. If Elliott hadn't been sat on his face, the yell from jack probably
would have been heard on the other side of the school. It did what Elliott
had hoped and spurred the naked teen on to try harder. His tongue started
working around the hole, pushing into it, sliding back and forth across it.

"Ah fuck, he's a fucking natural ass-licker!" Elliott taunted. He was
exaggerating. Jack was quite good, but far from the best. That title was
firmly held by Ben, but he knew that it would once again make Jack feel
even worse. As he felt Jack's tongue beginning to slow, he gestured for Ben
to swipe again.

The belt connected with the bare ass. This time though, the dildo had
emerged slightly. As well as the sharp pain across his cheeks, Jack also
felt the impact deep in his ass on the other end of the toy. He whimpered
again and tongued Elliott's hole more vigorously.

"Anyone else want a turn?" Elliott asked the others.

"Fuck yes!" Lincoln said eagerly, jumping up to shuck his pants and
underwear. His cock was rock hard but he felt no shame in showing it off,
he was long past that point with his friends by then.

As Elliott stood, Jack gasped for air. Even without his nose covered, Jack
was finding it hard to breathe with someone sitting on his face. He groaned
as he saw another ass lowering down onto his face. As much as he hated to
do it, he immediately thrust his tongue into the newly-arrived hole,
fearing another swipe from the belt.

"Do I need to hit him again?" Ben asked, sounding almost hopeful.

"N... No!" Lincoln moaned. He had never been rimmed before so he had little
frame of reference, but he seemed to think Jack was already doing a pretty
good job.

"Oh, okay," Ben pouted, dropping the belt. Wanting something else to do, he
reached out for the dildo that was beginning to emerge once again. He
pulled it out until just the head remained inside, then thrust it back
in. He chuckled as it first made Jack moan and then Lincoln, Jack's moan
sending pleasurable vibrations through his ass.

As Jack clenched from the sudden violent thrust, he started pushing the
dildo back out again. Once it was about halfway, Ben slammed his hand onto
it again, causing a similar reaction to before. It continued over and over,
slamming in, pushing out, slamming in, pushing out.

"Let's try that with something else!" Elliott said, rolling a condom down
his cock. He gently nudged Ben aside, slid out the replica of Jack's cock
and pushed his own tool inside.

"Ah fuck," Elliott moaned as he fucked his former friend.

Danny and Aaron both seemed a little uncomfortable. They were holding down
Jack's arms, although he had long given up struggling against them. They
loved seeing Jack suffer, but were both substantially less keen to watch
the gay sex going on in front of them. Neither of them were even slightly
homophobic, they had no problems with gays or gay sex, but it simply did
nothing for either of them... usually!

Elliott grinned as he saw Danny reach down and rearrange his bulge. "You
wanna go?" he asked with a cheeky grin. "If it helps, you can pretend it's
a girl's ass!"

Danny looked nervous, glancing at Aaron. As the other totally 'straight'
guy in their group, the two seemed to have an unspoken bond of
non-involvement in that sort of thing. Aaron just shrugged, clearly not
bothered about it.

"Fuck, why not, I need to get off!" Danny said, standing up and releasing
Jack's left arm.

"Okay, I'm... almost.... aaah!" Elliott moaned as he shot his load. He
pulled out and moved aside, catching his breath. He reached into his bag
and grabbed a condom from the stash he now kept with him at all times. He
handed it to Danny who looked somewhat nervous.

The large teen didn't strip, he simply unzipped and pulled his cock out. It
was moderately think, about six inches and already solid. He slipped on the
condom and knelt down behind Jack. He paused his cock into the
well-lubricated hole. Despite the fucking he had just been given by Elliott
and the prolonged presence of the dildo, he was pleasantly tight.

"Ah yeah," Danny growled as he slid all the way in. "Shit, I see what you
guys were talking about. That's one hot piece of ass!"

Elliott laughed, knowing how much it would be upsetting Jack to hear how
good his ass was at pleasing another guy.

Before they had finished, Ben and Danny had also taken a turn getting
rimmed by Jack while Lincoln had fucked his ass. Ben was now straddling
Jack's chest, his cock pulled out of his zipper and shoved in the older
teen's mouth while the others were standing over them, dressed once
again. The dildo had been lubed one again and shoved back in position.

Suddenly, they heard the bell ring.

"Shit, I totally lost track of time!" Elliott called out in shock. His next
class was on the other side of the school. He reached down, grabbed his bag
and headed for the door.

The other four all did the same, leaving Jack to roll aside and try to hide
from sight of anyone who might be passing. Still naked and somewhat
exhausted, it took a few minutes before Jack was out of the room and
heading for his next class.

By the time he got to the Chem lab, he was a few minutes late. He opened
the door, hoping to sneak in relatively unnoticed. Sadly, that was not to
be.

"Mr Hamilton, good of you to join us!" Mr Wendell, the chemistry teacher
said as Jack stepped through the door.

"Sorry I'm late," Jack apologised.

"Well it's your first time, but don't let it happen again!" Mr Wendell
said, getting a breath of relief in response from Jack. "Not so fast. As
you're already on your feet, why don't you come up to the front, I need an
assistant!"

Jack moaned quietly. The dildo was sliding out again and he was hoping to
sit down quite quickly to push it back in. He headed to the front and
placed his bag down. As he did so, he pressed his back against the wall,
pushing the dildo back in and stifling a moan.

"Come on, we don't have all day!" Mr Wendell said.

Jack approached the teacher's desk, standing behind it where the man
pointed. As teachers go, Mr Wendell was one of the less unpleasant ones in
the school. Somewhere in his mid-to-late twenties, if he hadn't dressed so
clearly like a teacher, he could potentially be mistaken for one of the
older students. Many of the female students seemed to like him for obvious
reasons, with his youthful handsomeness and what appeared to be a fairly
impressive physique hidden beneath the suit.

"Good, stand there and hold this!" Mr Wendell instructed, handing Jack two
large glass beakers. A small tube came from each down to another beaker at
the bottom.

Jack rarely paid attention in Chemistry. He got by with decent grades, but
it never really interested him so he usually tended to faze out during Mr
Wendell's descriptions of the experiments he displayed. Today was no
different, Jack paid very little attention to what the man was saying but
for very different reasons to usual. He was solely focused on clenching his
butt cheeks to keep the dildo in. With his hands occupied, he would have no
way to push it back in if it started sliding.

Mr Wendell went on with the experiment, talking to the class about what he
was doing. Jack would feel most of the yes were on him, although he didn't
dare look up to confirm it. With his arms raised, his pits were also
exposed to the class, further emphasising his bodily-baldness to them.

Despite his best efforts, Jack could feel the dildo beginning to slide,
little by little. Thankfully though, it seemed the experiment was coming to
an end.

"Although the one drawback," Mr Wendell went on with his explanation, "Is
the amount of hydrogen sulphide the reaction releases. Don't worry, there's
not enough produced here to be harmful, but in a moment, you may get the
smell of rotten eggs, but I assure you it's just the experiment and not Mr
Hamilton!" he joked.

The students burst into laughter, making Jack's already reddened cheeks an
even deeper crimson. Suddenly, the smell of phosphorous hit Jack. Aside
from being an unpleasant scent, it tickled his nose. The tickle quickly
turned into something stronger. Jack took an involuntary deep breath in. He
realised what was about to happen but was too slow to stop it. He sneezed
with fairly substantial force. As his whole body clenched, the slippery
dildo shot out of his ass, dropped out of the leg of his shorts and hit the
floor with a thud.

Whilst the teacher's desk hid the toy from the rest of the class, Mr
Wendell saw what happened, looked down at the replica of Jack's cock and
stared wide-eyed at the boy.

Jack froze as panic gripped him.