Date: Thu, 9 Jan 2014 13:30:16 -0600
From: Trent Ryder <trent.ryder@outlook.com>
Subject: Brothers Keeper  -  Part Eleven

You should not read this if you are underage or live where reading about
sex among males is illegal.  This is a story of two brothers and their
Puritanical father.  The younger brother uses the family situation to gain
control over his brother, and then involves others.  Gradually the news
spreads, much to Jack's discomfort.

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The last chapter ended with Jack Cooper deciding to stuff his briefs in his
pocket instead of waiting to get to school to take them off.  On the bus
Bozart saw them sticking out and grabbed them.  Made to return them, he
waited until they were leaving the bus and snatched them again, throwing
them into a crowd of students.  One senior, Brian Potts, caught them and
signaled Jack to come over and claim them.  Reluctantly he walked over.


                       Part Eleven – Getting Caught


Jack didn't want them to think he was scared of them.  Even though he was
mostly boned and the front of his jeans had a big wet spot, he tried to
squint and set his jaw.  Brian Potts stood there smirking, holding his
white briefs on the tip of his finger as he waited.  His two buddies just
mirrored his smirk.

"What?" Jack asked as he got there.  He reached for his briefs but Brian
pulled them away.

"Why are you showing off your dick to everybody, dude?"

Jack frowned.  "I'm not."

"Just look at yourself.  That thing acts like it wants to climb over the
waist of your jeans and see the outside world."

Jack started to step back but realized Brian's two friends were behind him.
Brian reached out and the guys grabbed his arms.  He couldn't move.  There
was nothing he could do.  There weren't any other people around.  They had
already gone in to school.  Brian's hand came forward as he touched the
head of his dick through his jeans.  Jack's response was a quick giggle.

"What's funny?"

Jack shrugged.  "Nothing, it just tickled.  That's all."

"So you like guys playing with your dick, eh?  I always figured you were
gay."

Jack shook his head.  "I'm not gay.  That just tickled when you played on
it with your fingers."

Brian took a closer look.  Jack held his breath.  Brian being this close
was making him jumpy.

"I see it must have liked it.  More precum spotting your pants and the dick
head itself is bigger."

"How can you tell?" Jack asked innocently.

Brian and his buddies laughed.  "Well let's check it out and see for
ourselves."

Jack began twisting.  "Not out here.  People could look out the window.
Please Brian."

"Oh that's part of the thrill of it, Jack.  You with your pants off and no
underwear, right here in the side yard of the school.  Don't you know what
a thrill it would be?  All the girls could get to see exactly what you've
got.  And as hard as it felt a minute ago, I'm sure it must be long enough
to be seen even from the second floor windows.  Want to turn around and
face the windows while you take your pants off?"

"No, Brian!  Please, man!"

His buddies laughed while Brian pretended to think it over.  He put his
fist to his mouth as if deeply deciding something.

"Well how about this?  What if we go behind the maintenance building over
there and do it?  You couldn't be seen from there."

Jack agreed hastily.  Anything was better than this.  He knew he'd be late
to first period class, but Miss Fitzsimmons gave him some leeway.  Perkins
had convinced her last week that Jack had a bathroom problem.

Once they were out of sight behind the maintenance building, Brian made his
proposal.

"Would you like to have your underwear back?  It might help hide that bone
of yours."

Jack nodded.  "Thanks."

"Then hand over your pants."

"What?"

"You have to take them off to put these on.  So hand them over and I'll
give you your underwear."

Jack didn't trust him.  Not the way the three of them kept giving each
other these grins.  He knew bullies got off on picking on people, and these
guys fit the profile perfectly.

When Jack said nothing, Brian said "Then we'll help you out of them."

"NO!  No, Brian, I'll do it!  Let go of my arms!"

The other two held on and Brian smiled.  "I gave you the chance.  Jack, you
have to learn how to take advantage of opportunities in life.  They usually
only come once.  So in light of that, now I'm going to take your pants
off."  Shaking his head sadly, he added, "And honestly I don't know if
you'll ever get them back.  But your underwear ought to give you some
protection, if that dick of yours will ever go down."

His hand bumped against it as he unbuttoned and unzipped Jack's jeans.
They fell at his feel.  They were immediately yanked away.

"Well.  That's quite an erection, Jack."  He touched the head while Jack
jerked trying to get loose.  The steel hard erection bobbed up and down.  A
slow drop of precum became an unbroken stream hanging down.

Brian slapped it and Jack squealed.

"That thing's obscene.  Plus you squeal like a girl."  Turning to the other
two, he said "You can let go of his arms now.  I don't think he's going to
run anywhere with no pants on.  Plus one of you take his jeans and toss
them somewhere.  He can wear just his tighty whities to class."

"They won't let me in school that way!" Jack pleaded.

"Well Jack, that's not exactly my problem."

Jack was nervously shifting around, looking longingly after the guy
carrying his pants in the direction of the main building.  He couldn't
chase after him naked when he'd be in full view of the classes.

They stood there with Jack getting progressively more nervous.

Finally Brian said, "I'll tell you what.  You can earn some clothes back by
blowing me."  He unzipped his jeans and pulled his sizeable pecker out.
The head looked at Jack in the morning sun.

"I can't.  I don't...I mean I'm not gay."

"Well" he said zipping back up, "then I guess we're through here.  Come on
Frazer, let's go back.  We're about to be late for class anyway."

He turned to go, but Jack grabbed him by the arm.  "Please, Brian, don't
leave me out here like this.  I'll do it.  I'll suck your dick."

"Don't your remember how I just told you opportunities come along only
once?  You remember?  Anyhow I don't think I want my dick sucked off any
more.  I'm just not in the mood."

"Please" Jack begged, seeing his last hope of a solution about to leave.
He was desperate.

Brian gave a quick grin at his buddy.  "Will you beg me to let you suck my
cock?"

"Yes."  Jack took a deep breath and said "Let me suck your cock."

"Not got enough.  Make me want to let you.  Beg on your knees.  And stroke
that damned cock while you're doing it.  I like seeing all that precum
flowing out."

Jack obey instantly.  On his knees, jerking his cock while his fingers
soaked themselves in the precum flowing down, he gave his most humble
expression as he pleaded, "Please let me suck that awesome cock of yours.
It's so magnificent.  I can't wait to wrap my lips around it.  I need it.
I need it bad."

Brain smirked while his buddy snapped a quick shot of Jack's face and body.
His dick was gleaning in the morning sunlight.

"Will you swallow my load and not waste a drop?"

"Yes, I'll swallow it all.  I won't let any spill."

"Not even on your chin by mistake?"

"Not even then."

Brian unzipped.  "Well then, go to work.  And keep jerking your shaft while
you suck mine."

Jack was glad he had had Zack to learn sucking from.  A dick in the mouth
can be a shock at first.  Zack's was the same size as Jack's.  Brian's was
thicker and tasted of piss.  But Jack set to work on it.  He continued to
stroke his own shaft as well.  He used a lot of tongue in his sucking,
because Zack said that would help get a guy off quicker.  He just wanted to
get this over with.

While he was busy servicing Brian, the guy who had carried his pants off
returned.

"Job done, Brian."

"Well you'll have to go bring them back.  Jack has decided to cooperate.
But he isn't getting off easy."

The guy left.  When he retuned with the jeans, Brian had just shot a
massive load into Jack's mouth.  Jack swallowed like crazy.  Unfortunately
a little slipped out and drooled down to his chin.  Brian took offense at
that.

"I thought you assured me you wouldn't spill any.  This alters things."

Jack looked at him in alarm.  He was still trying to swallow all the cum in
his mouth.  It had tasted bitter, not like the sweet stuff from Zack.

He wiped his mouth and his chin.  Brian just looked at him.

"Here is your underwear.  That's what you've won back."

"What about my pants?  Can't I win them back?"

"Sure.  You can beat off.  Right here in front of us."

One of the two had moved back behind Jack.  He said "Hey!  This guy's got a
butt plug stuck up in him!"

"Well, well.  So our gay boy has a gay toy.  I bet you get a lot of
pleasure out of that."

He poked Jack's plug, and Jack jumped.

Catching his breath and standing there totally boned, Jack reluctantly
asked, "So if I jack off in front of you, I'll get my pants and shorts
back?"

"Right...if you do a good job and do exactly as I say."

Having been fooled once about getting his clothes back, Jack asked "What
does what mean?"

"Just what it says.  Are you ready to start?  Do you guarantee a good
show?"

"Yes."  Jack stood there, one hand on his shaft and one gripping his balls.

"Don't grab your balls.  You want people to be able to see all you've
got. And I think you need more of an audience."

"What do you mean?"  Jack was getting worried again.

"Sometimes there's a couple of freshmen hiding out around here trying to
smoke.  I'll see if they're available.  I don't want you to lack for an
audience."

Jack was appalled.  Little 14 year olds like his brother getting to watch
him jack off?  He shook his head.

"I thought you said I had to jack off for you.  Why bring in some little
kids?"

"I think it will be a valuable lesson for them in what a teenager's body
looks like if he's 16 and a jock.  I bet it'll be a real treat for them.
Wait here."

Jack said nothing, but he fumed because waiting was all he could do.  He
had no clothes yet.  He stood with Brian's two buddies.  It didn't take
long for him to return.  With him were three scrawny grinning eager-eyed
boys with wisps of facial hair just starting.  When they saw him they burst
out laughing.

"Hey, it's our dude from the bus!  And that thing really is as hard as
they've been saying.  Hey dude, how's it hanging...or pointing in this
case?"

"So you've met?"  Brian was very pleased.

"We see him come down the aisle and guys try to grab his junk.  Two guys
tried to strip him the other day."

"So he's quite a show on the bus, is he?"

"Yeah" one of them said dejectedly.  "The driver even has to stop the bus
sometimes because of what he and guys are doing to each other."

"That's not true!" Jack interrupted.

"So guys wanted to grab his junk?"

"Yes, but we never get to do anything to him."

"Well today you can.  How would you like that?"

"You mean more than just watch him jack off?"

"Sure.  What would you like to do?  Now's your chance.  Plus I can
absolutely guarantee he won't hurt you or try to fight you off or ever get
even afterwards.  Sound like a good deal?"

"Sure!"

"Well what would you like to do first?"

The lankiest one of them said "I know what I want to do.  I've been wanting
to grab that thing ever since the first time he came on the bus totally
boned.  I want to crank that thing up real good.  I want to jerk the hell
out of it."

"Well, now's your chance.  Go ahead."

"No!" Jack cried.  "Not these little weenies.  I doubt any of them are even
old enough to jerk off by themselves, so they don't get to do that to me!"

The three freshmen bristled at that.  Jack was not making himself any
friends, but he was so angry he didn't care.

"Careful, Jack.  Remember you're not in any position to say no."  Turning
to the first boy he said "Want to give it a try?  And keep in mind he
doesn't think you know how."

With a hungry and gleeful look, he came up to Jack.  Had Jack glanced down
at the boy's crotch he would have seen he was already aroused, even before
grasping that pole.

What saved Jack from possible injury to his sensitive cock was the profuse
amount of precum that he was already leaking.  The boy grasped the thing by
the shaft and began jerking it.  His hand was instantly sticky since the
juice had been flowing down from the extended shaft and coated the whole
stick.

It took only a few strokes before the boy let go, looked at his hand, and
wiped it on his pants.

"That's disgusting.  How can he live with a thing that's so sloppy?"

Jack's erection retuned the compliment by bobbing jauntily.

"Don't be discouraged.  There's something else good to see.  Jack, turn
around, bend over, and grab your ankles."

Jack blushed beet red, but did as he was ordered.  When they saw the butt
plug there, one of them asked "What's that thing he's got stuck up his
asshole?"

"It's a wonderful little thing called a butt plug.  Would you like to pull
it out and look at it?"

"I ain't putting my fingers up anybody's hole.  Not me.  I'm not gay."

"Then look close as I push and pull it a little.  It's not a dildo, but it
can have many of the same happy results."

He gave a push on the end, then wrapped his fingers around the base and
pulled it slightly.  Jack let out a groan.

"Super!  Great thing, man!" the second one said.

"Want me to have him pull it out?"

"Yes!  And can you take a picture of him holding it?"

"We can have him do that, but let's save any picture taking until we have
something each of you can enjoy."

Jack was forced to pull it out and hold it while the trio giggled and
commented.

"Clean it, Jack" Brian said.

Reluctantly Jack put it in his mouth and sucked on it, licking it clean.

"Ewww" the trio moaned.

Jack had cleaned both himself and the plug just before leaving home.  So
now it was clean when he put it in his mouth, but the idea was as repulsive
to him as it was to the trio watching him so eagerly.  His eyes were closed
so he didn't see Brian snap a pic.

When he reinserted it, Brian said to the little group, "Well we need to get
to class.  I know you want a copy of this pic for yourself.  But let me say
this, if you show it around, you lose your hold on him.  As long as he
knows you've got these pics of him, his dick, and his butt, he will be most
cooperative with anything you might want to do."

"What do you mean?"

"Well suppose you want him to sit by you on the bus so you can feel him up
on the way to school.  Maybe even squirt off in his pants before you get
there.  Big sticky messy results...but fun!  I'm sure he'd gladly let you
do that in return for your not showing anyone the picture."

"Oh" the trio replied.  "We have assigned sections on the bus.  Juniors
can't sit with the freshmen."

"And I always sit by Zack," Jack piped up.

"Correction, you used to always sit by Zack.  I think I can pull some
strings and a special exception can be made."

"But there are only two seats on a bench and three of us."

"That's when you learn the art of taking turns.  One of you might want to
play with his butt plug and check out the results. Well maybe that person
gets to do that on the ride home.  And then the third person can either
make him come by his house or take him to the woods or the old park and
have some fun.  See how creative you can be when you set your mind to it?"

They could hear the final bell.  Jack grabbed his pants and pulled them on.
He didn't even look around for his shorts.  He just wanted to get out of
there.




When he caught up with Zack at lunch, the first thing he asked was "Where's
Perkins?  I've been in all sorts of crap this morning.  I want to ask him
to help me deal with a couple of people."

Zack lowered his voice almost to a whisper.  "He's away."

"What do you mean away?  I saw him this morning and then he sort of
disappeared.  I need him big time."

"Jack, calm down."  Zack looked around before going on.  Nobody was near
enough to hear.  "You know his family is involved with some shady things,
right?"

"Yes, you said it was mainly drugs."

"Well, every once in a while, rival groups from Mexican cartels try to run
them out of business.  They threaten bad things.  Obviously his folks can
take care of themselves, but they get him away to a safe place since they
don't want him being kidnapped or worse.  They don't want him used as a
pawn in any drug wars.  He was pulled away by his folks right after school
started today."

Jack got a cold feeling.  He hadn't realized Perkins was in danger.  He
felt embarrassed that his gripping was nowhere near the kind of things
Perkins had to avoid or worry about.

"I'm sorry, Zack, I didn't know.  When he vanishes like that, does he stay
away long?"

"I've only seen it a couple of times, but he's told me about some.  The
times I know of, he's only gone a day or two.  Once the threat is removed,
he can come back home."

That gave Jack the chills. "What do you mean by removed?  Like if the ones
after him are killed?"

"I never asked, Jack.  I didn't want to know.  And if you're wise, you'll
never ask either."

"But you say he told you about some times in the past?"

"He said when he was about 5, he was playing in the yard.  A dark van
pulled up, two men jumped out and grabbed him.  He started screaming but no
one heard him.  They got him inside the truck and took him to a house
outside of town.  He thinks they were promised a ransom.  Anyway that night
they took him to a spot and told him to wait while they went to do the
pickup.  They never came back, but his father's men did and took him back
home.  He thinks the bad guys got murdered, but he isn't sure.  He said his
family always said they would never pay a ransom."

Jack thought about all this while they went on eating.

Then Zack asked, "What was the problem you wanted him to help with?"

Jack told him about Brian Potts and the three freshmen.

He shook his head in disbelief.  "Brian Potts may have some pull around the
school but he sure can't change the bus seating rules.  I mean, what's he
going to try and claim next, that he can get people out of final exams?"

Jack felt relieved.  He could see the truth in what Zack was saying.  He
was glad to have a good friend who could see things in a better prospective
than he could.

"Incidentally with Perkins away, we both will have to ride the bus after
school."

"I wish I didn't have to.  Not today."

"Relax, Jack.  I said nothing's going to happen on the seating arrangement.
Anyhow as long as you stay on the bus, what on earth could they possibly
do?"



Matt Vinson had fifth period PE.  All morning and through lunch he had been
worried about that.  He was tempted to skip PE, but that would only put off
the inevitable.  He couldn't keep skipping until the hairs grew back.  He
knew it was better to get it over with.

Lunch period was almost over when Brian Potts came up to his table.
Leaning over him, he asked quietly "Would you like to see prints of what I
took yesterday while they were shaving you?  I know you had them take
pictures but these are mine and they are special."

His friends had finished eating and they moved away.  Nobody wanted to
tangle with Brian Potts.  Turning away and shielding the folder they were
in so no one else could see, Matt looked at them.  There was nothing
special.  He nodded.

"I don't think I'd want to be reminded of that. Thanks for showing them to
me, though."

"Ok," he said gathering the folder, "see you in PE."

Matt looked at him in surprise.  "You're not in my period."

"I am today.  The assistant coach, a friend of mine, asked me to fill in
for him so he could finish some paper work for the department."

Matt's heart sank.  He had banked on the regular coach being there today,
since the man wouldn't put up with a lot of horsing around.  Brian walked
off.  Matt had no idea that while he was looking at the pics, Brian had
poured a small amount of blue powder in his milk.  The power dissolved
instantly.  The bell rang.  Fifth period was set to begin.

Matt along with his classmates dressed out in the same locker room as the
older boys, but they had their own section.  Matt spun the dial on his
locker, started pulling off his clothes, and tried to dress as fast as he
could.

Potts and Grover had lockers nearby.  He was uncomfortable with them
knowing his shaved condition, but he didn't glance over their way.  Then he
heard Potts start to giggle.

"Look at Matt.  What's with that, Matt, no hair down there yet?"  Potts
thought he was so smart.

Someone else said "Hey, Matt" He snapped his fingers to get his attention.
"Turn around so we can all see!  No need to hide it."

Matt was trying to pull up his jockstrap as fast as he could but he fumbled
as it came up by his knees and he almost lost his balance.  That's when a
pair of hands grabbed him from behind and turned him around facing the
others getting dressed out.

"Hey look here!" whoever was holding him said.

Matt saw the eager faces grinning.  The guy shook him making his dick and
balls bounce.  Guys started laughing.

Someone called out "Looks like your dick grew about three inches since
yesterday.  No hair makes for a really big dick."

"How come you're shaved down there?" one of the smaller ones asked.  Matt
knew if it was just him and that kid, the guy would never have dared to
ask.

"There's nothing wrong with shaving your body.  The swim team shaves like
that."

"Yeah, but we don't have a swim team here."

"Well it's to join a club."

"I didn't know there was a Faggots Club around here" a bigger guy smirked.

"Well apparently there is one now" someone chimed in.

Matt broke loose from the guy holding him just as Brian came in with his
whistle on a leather chain around his neck.

"Time to get out on the field!" he hollered.  The class mostly scattered
out, with only a few stragglers left.  Brian turned to Matt.

"Why aren't you dressed out?"

As Matt leaned down to pull up his jock strap, he felt a sudden zing in his
dick.  That happened sometimes, but this felt a little more urgent.  He
looked up in embarrassment.

"Get that thing on, Vinson, before you embarrass yourself."  His eyes noted
with pleasure the slight rise in Matt's penis.  `Just wait till the period
is over' he thought to himself.

For the duration of the period, Brian Potts enjoyed the sight of Matt
Vinson trying to participate in various team sports, while the bulge in his
shorts became more and more noticeable.  Some guys spotted it quickly,
while it took others most of the period before they noticed.  Near the end
of the class Matt was sweating.  Brian walked over, pretending to be the
concerned coach.

"Are you ok, Matt?  I notice you're sweating.  Has something got you hot?"
He enjoyed the double meaning which was lost on Matt.

Matt wiped his forehead.  His hair was wet and plastered down on his head.
Sweat ran down and dripped from his nose.  The bulge in his jock looked
like something huge was struggling to get out of there.  Brian liked that
look and wished he could take a picture of it.

"I don't know, coach."  The instructor for any PE session was always called
coach, even if he was just a senior.

"Maybe you should go back and shower off and get dressed."

Matt's eyes lit up with pleasure.  He had an escape from this
embarrassment.  No one would see him with this tremendous bone that was
trying to get loose.  And he wanted to jack off sooo...b-a-d.

"Thanks, coach."

Before he could turn and run back to the locker room, Brian called out to
three of the biggest boys, "You three go with Vinson to get a shower and
get changed.  You all can shower too and call it quits for this period."

Matt's eyes got big as saucers.  "No, that's ok, coach, I..."

"Nonsense." The three had arrived beside them.  "You three make sure Matt
gets a shower.  He's overheated, as I'm sure you can see."

The biggest one grinned.  "Yep, I can sure see that" and made a grab for
Matt's crotch.  If the other two hadn't noticed Matt's condition before,
they were very aware of it now.

Brian raised a hand. "None of that stuff."  Matt was relieved.  "Wait till
you're in the showers for that."

Matt and the three headed off together, their hands on his shoulder or
patting his butt as they ran.  Once inside, they decided to help Matt get
his gym clothes off.

"We never let a buddy down, right guys?"

They kept laughing and putting their hands all over Matt.

"Feel that thing" one of them said just before they started pulling his
shorts off.  The jock strap bulged obscenely.

"Quite a whopper you got there, Matt."

"Let's see that thing, close up."

The jock came down and Matt's erection burst out and snapped up against his
abs.  He had never seen it this hard, and he could never remember it being
as sensitive as this.

"Check out that head" one said as he grasped it.

Matt vibrated and squealed at the touch.  It was almost painful, like all
the nerve ends were raw.  But it also felt sexy as hell.  They grabbed him
tight as they made comments.  Then they stripped down also and the four of
them went into the showers.

After that it was all soap and steam and hands everywhere and soapy fingers
up his butt and hands playing with his dick.

"Let yourself go" one of them said.  "Vibrate good, Matt, it'll do you a
world of good."

When Matt came, it was more vibrant than he could ever remember.  The cum
burst out splattering everywhere.  The three cheered him on.

When the shower was over and they all dressed, Matt realized his dick had
never gone down.  He shoved it into his boxers and jeans as best he could.
He was mind blown over the experience.

The three clapped him on the shoulder, reassuring him they had enjoyed it
as much as he had.  Actually they were telling the truth.




When the three o'clock bell rang, Jack and Zack headed for the bus.  Jack
had a heavy heart but Zack was reassuring.  Matt still had an erection.  He
couldn't figure why that happened.  It had never stayed hard this long
before, especially after an orgasm.  Grover, Potts and Jack's brother Grady
were all amused by Matt's predicament and were equally puzzled about it.
That thing seemed to want to just stay hard.  Bozart would have liked to
grab that bone but Matt sat nearer the front of the bus and Bozart sat
halfway back.

As Jack got on with Zack behind him, Mr. Johnson the driver held out his
arm.

"Wait up, Cooper.  There's a new seating arrangement for you."

Jack's heart sank.  Zack had insisted that wouldn't happen.

"Why?"

"I don't know.  I don't make the rules.  Maybe they want to keep you out of
trouble."  He pointed to a vacant seat by the window, with one of the boys
from this morning in the aisle seat.

"Over there with Axel.  That's your seat from now on."

Zack started to speak up, but Mr. Johnson said "I'll have one for you if
you say another word.  Go to the back...now."

Reluctantly Jack sat down by this Axel.  Axel giggled.

"I got you a seat by the window so anybody across the aisle won't see what
we're doing."

"We're not doing anything."

In response, Axel took out his phone and showed Jack a copy of the picture
from this morning.  It clearly showed him naked and hard, sucking on his
butt plug.  "I think you'll agree it's better to cooperate."

The bus pulled out and started on it route.  Once it was on the road, Axel
whispered, "Get your pecker out and get it hard."

"No.  I'm not doing it."

Axel turned to two students sitting behind them.  "Want to see a great pic
on my phone?"  He had it in his hand, and was about to hold it so they
could see.  Jack started unzipping his pants.  He leaned to the window side
so only Axel could see what was going on.

"Good move" he told him.

Apparently the students either weren't interested in seeing the pic, or
Axel simply put his phone away.

"Start jacking."

Jack reluctantly complied.  Every few blocks Axel would say he wanted to
check it.  Jack hated that part.  He didn't like this little freshman and
he sure didn't want him playing with his dick.  Unfortunate his dick seemed
to have other ideas, and the more Axel played with it, the harder it got.

"See?  It likes me.  Now you keep jacking but don't shoot until I tell
you."

Jack didn't intend to shoot off at all.  But he started jacking again,
until he heard a click.  Axel had just taken a pic with his phone.

"That wasn't part of the deal."

"It is now" Axel said, and reached over to play with Jack's dick some more.

Unnoticed by any on the bus including the driver, a nondescript van had
been carefully following the bus.  When they were in a block with vacant
lots, the van suddenly started to pass, then swerved in the bus's path.
Mr. Johnson hit the brakes and the horn at the same time.  The violent
movement came at a crucial time for Jack, and as Axel squeezed he began
shooting off.  He got some on himself, on Axel, and on the back of the seat
in front.  No one noticed the men and their guns until they had boarded the
bus.

One had a gun to Mr. Johnson's head, while a second one held up two photos,
waving them at the students.

"Who recognizes either of these?  Where are they sitting on the bus?"

Jack looked on in horror.  One of them was his picture.  The other looked
like Zack.

                          (End of Part Eleven)

Well it looks like bad news for Jack and Zack.  We'll have to wait and see.

This chapter is dedicated to Joel and Larry, with thanks. - Trent