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Part 4:
We left the Lake District in a very different state than when we'd arrived. I had my cabin to myself for the rest of the trip. Matt and Dave had long abandoned it, but Dan didn't return either after his ordeal. Liam and Karl were oblivious, the only change in them being the guilty glances they stole at Adam now and then. Whether it was guilt or sexual confusion I couldn't tell. I was feeling too guilty personally to care.
When the minibus rattled up to our doors Dan came out of the cabin looking shell-shocked. His hair was a mess and he looked haggard. But he sat among the gay guys on the return journey, in silence. They all disregarded me completely, preferring to talk to the teachers about our lack of work, or about other shit that I wasn't interested in.
Getting back into routine at school helped me settle down a little, but Dan moved away from my desk, and kept to himself a lot. I couldn't get close to him, because the guys would block me off, and I was too scared to do anything about it. John was back at school too, as noisy and aggressive as ever. But he kept as far away from Chris and his mates as possible. The trip had cut into the working week so I only had to suffer two school days before Saturday rolled round and I could focus on things without the constant presence of those predatory teenagers. Things started turning bad before the weekend even had a chance to begin...
I got out of school on Friday afternoon late,(detention) and went through the ritual of cooling down. I loosened my tie massively, unbuttoned the 2 top buttons of my shirt, and untucked it. Feeling a lot more relaxed, I slung my bag over one shoulder and started walking home. Behind the school an old road ran towards the busier part of town, the quickest route to where I needed to be. As I walked along listening to my music, a little blue car pulled over and a few guys climbed out. I tried to ignore them but the sound of their voices cut through my earphones. It was Chris and Adam. When they shouted my name I had to acknowledge them. We were alone on the road and I didn't want to piss them off. I looked up and to my amazement, Dan was with them. They'd obviously finished on time because they were in their own clothes but Dan had changed. His hair was still flat, but his clothes were strikingly different. He still wore a white T-shirt, but this one was too small for him. It clung to every inch of skin, and his nipples bumped out of it. A band of skin was visible at the hem as well, before reaching his jeans. They were the same old jeans, but he'd cut holes in them, slashing them open in several places to reveal the hairless skin of his legs. He turned to close the car door and I saw that one particularly large hole crept over his cheek a little, revealing that he wasn't wearing underwear. I barely had time to register this as Chris beckoned me over and I crept forward like a nervous cat.
He saw my fear, and laughed harshly. Leaning against the boot of the car, he told the others to get back inside. They did so, and I came close to him.
"What have you guys done to him?" I whispered.
"To Dan? We've just... opened him up to new ideas!" Chris laughed at his own joke.
"Your fucking perv!" I growled, helplessly angry.
"Oh yeah? It was you rubbing your mates tits if I remember rightly, Steve. Besides, Dan loves the feeling of cock in his mouth and in his guts. He fucking craves it. And tonight we're going to show him the joys of being on top."
Saying this he stood up and opened the boot with a flourish. I gasped in horror.
John was huddled in the cars interior, gagged with a pair of gym shorts and bound by school ties. His trainers were missing and his socks curled helplessly as he moaned and whimpered through his gag. He let out one sharp cry of terror as the boot shut again and Chris grinned at me. "That cocky piece of shit is going to get fucked senseless again tonight. By your mate. But then again, knowing Dan, he'll probably sit on the bastards knob anyway!" I was speechless. Before I could think of something to say, to do, to stop this madness from going any further, the car was out of sight and I had a long walk ahead of me.
I sat that night at my computer, flicking through emails and websites absently. I was tormented. In another room somewhere, John, that foul-mouthed, toned scally, would be on his stomach with Dan, that quiet, shy little girlish lad humping him like a dog in heat. I felt guilty. I had led Adam into the trap that had eventually backfired on John. I had lured Dan into the cabin for his virgin body to be ravaged by a dozen groping hands. It should have been me. I should be the one in the ripped jeans, or the one getting ripped out of his school uniform. This thought started as a recrimination, but soon turned into a kind of wish. I realised I was actually feeling jealous! On the spur of the moment I let my loins do the thinking, and picked up my mobile. I sent Chris a text.
IT SHUD HAV BEEN ME. ITS ME YOU WANT. I STARTED ALL OF THIS.
It didn't take long for the reply to come back.
WOT R U TRYIN 2 SAY?
FUCK ME. ALL OF YOU. OR JUST YOU. I DONT CARE. JUST FUCK ME AND END THIS.
BEG ME.
I paused. What was I thinking?? But then I was offering my body up to these people, submitting to their power totally. And it was making me horny as hell. I typed with trembling fingers.
PLEAE FUCK ME. PLEASE. 2NITE.
NO.
The reply brought tears of frustration to my eyes. What were they doing to me? Feverishly, I decided to take direct action. I pulled some old jeans out of my cupboard, too tight to wear really. A few slashes later and I tried them on, without underwear. Add a shirt I should have thrown out years ago and I was ready. Disguising it all in a huge coat I ordered a taxi and drove to Chris's house. I rang the doorbell and Chris answered (thankfully). He smiled as though he'd been expecting me. "What?" he asked.
I didn't reply, instead letting my coat fall open. My body was fitter than Dans I knew, and I had an idea that I looked good in the tight cothes. Chris couldn't disguise his appreciation. Then he shut the door in my face. I waited for a while, trying not to make a scene, then left dejected. On the way home I got a text message: WEAR THEM TO RINGOS TOMORROW.
Ringo's was a bar in town. It had a reputation as a gay bar, but it was hardly G.A.Y. A lot of seedy old men sat with drinks, ogling the younger, nervous looking guys that came in, or laughing at the reaction of the straight guys when they realised where they were. I'd never gone in, so walking in with a patch of my ass showing, and my nipples erect in the cold made me feel sick. I could feel old mens eyes travelling over my body, but I tried to ignore it. I sat on a bar stool to hide my exposed ass and text Chris: IM HERE.
GOOD.
WEN R U GETTIN HERE?
IM NOT
I felt so angry. The next message mystified me however.
GO TO THE HIGH STREET DRESSED IN THOSE CLOTHES TOMORROW MORNING.
I followed the instructions to the letter and let him know .
GO INTO THE PET SHOP. BUY A COLLAR.
I knew who the collar was for, and couldn't help but blush as I paid for it. The disgusted look on the shopkeepers face was embarrassing. But I bought it, and told Chris I had it.
GO TO THE HAIRDRESSERS.
I was proud of my hair, and took pride in brushing and styling it. It had the messy look that took a bit of effort, and I thought it made me look cute. I didn't like what he had in mind.
SHAVE YOUR HEAD.
I walked into the hairdressers pale. I sat down and waited, trying not to think about what I was going to do. Finally, I walked out, receiving a few odd looks as I did so. Once I was back in the house I sent the message: DONE IT. I wanted to see his response. When it came, my cock sprang to life.
NOW SHAVE YOUR PUBES.
THEN WILL U FUCK ME?
YES. COME TONIGHT. WEAR THE COLLAR.
Finally, at the promise of a fuck, I took my electric razor and shaved myself smooth from head to toe. All that was left were my eyebrows. SLipping a hat on, and hiding the collar with a scarf, I went back to Chris's house once it got dark. He let me inside before he todl me to take off my hat, scarf and coat. When I did I saw him harden, heard his breath go hoarse. I felt cheap, and slutty and I loved it.
I didn't speak or move as he slipped the cuffs onto me, taped my mouth shut and led me to his bedroom. He nudged the door open and gave me a rough shove. I stumbled into the room to be met with two of the angriest outraged faces I have ever seen. Dan and John. In my ear Chris murmured, "Payback time..."
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