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This story has sexual content, however sex is not the major topic of this story. If it is illegal for you to read such stories where you are, please leave this page immediately. This story is a complete work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people living or dead are purely coincidental.
*Note: This chapter contains a depiction of non-consensual sex. This is not intended to be a turn on, but to provide motivation for the characters in subsequent chapters. The rape of someone is a horrible thing and should never be tolerated.
Now that all that stuff is out of the way, on with the story.
Hackers' Revenge By: Lasertech Chapter 1
I suppose I should start off this story by telling a little bit of background about myself. My name is Alex Drummand and I'm a sophomore at a Gibson High School in California. I just turned 16, have brown hair, blue eyes. I'm 5'1" (yeah, I'm short and fairly scrawny). I've finally begun to come to grips with the fact that I'm gay. I like to swim and ski. I'm also in the marching band and play the flute and piccolo (no American Pie jokes, please). I started playing the flute in 2nd grade and the piccolo in 6th. I'm pretty good, even if I do say so myself. I've won a few awards in some competitions around the state and I am taking private lessons from one of the greatest flute players in the world. I'm also a geek in that I love computers, video games, electronics, and just about anything digital. I'm not an uber hacker by any means, but I do like to tinker.
My mother is a marketing executive for a big company out here, so I don't get to see as much of her as I'd like. She's always working late or off on some business trip. Either way she's usually too tired to do much with me when she's home. I know she has to work hard because it's only us, but I would like to spend some time with Mom every now and then. The only benefit to her being gone a lot was that I got to stay over at Ryan's house when she was gone. Nowadays since I turned 16, she trusts me to stay home and not burn the house down. I think she realizes I'm too much of a geek to have huge house parties or do something stupid like that while she's gone.
One of the benefits of being in the marching band is that you get to have front row views of all the football players at all the games. I love watching them play in their outfits. All the padding just makes them look so hot and masculine. I've finally become comfortable with myself for looking at them and wanting them in a sexual way without chastising myself for doing so. But there's no way I'm going to tell anyone my deep dark secret.
My best friend in the whole world is Ryan. He's also a sophomore and one month older than me. He's 5'7", has blond hair and the lightest blue eyes I have ever had the pleasure to lose myself in. They are the kind of eyes that are deep and haunting and make you believe there is an eternity of profound thought behind them. I've known him since 6th grade and we do everything together. The problem with that is that over the past two years I've begun to look at him not only as a friend, but as an object of lust and desire. Whenever I'm around him I have to be careful not to stare or let him catch me ogling at his tight ass or surprisingly large bulge in his pants. It's particularly difficult to be around him in the summer months when we go swimming. I have to use every last ounce of will power not to pop a boner in front of him.
I mentioned that I was a geek and into computers, but Ryan is an uber geek. He is a 1337 (elite) hacker that can do just about anything on a computer. He's a programmer, game designer, Photoshop Wizard, and kicks my ass on just about any video game we play. Not that I care, though. He's always trying to give me hints on how to win or make it through some maze. He's also the one who has taught me everything I know about computers. I still only know a small fraction of what he does, but I have fun. He also helps out at school by volunteering in the computer lab and working with the IT guys. It's common for him to be called out of class to go help someone with their computer or help when the network goes down.
Unbeknownst to Alex, Ryan has also come to the realization that he is gay. He hated himself for it at first, trying to avoid thinking about it. When a cute girl walks by, he could see she was pretty and appreciate it, but it gives him no urges between his legs. However, if a cute boy walks by, his eyes would immediately snap to him, following his movements, noticing details about him, the way his ass moved as he walked, the way his hair shuffled, his facial features, his smile, everything. For almost a year he denied himself the pleasure of enjoying the view, thinking he was a freak or some genetic mistake. Finally he realized that this is the way he really was and he felt a little more comfortable for a while. Then he realized that he would be so very alone in this world. He knew he would never be accepted by anyone. He was going to have to hide his feelings from everyone and pretend to lead a "normal" life. The person he wanted to tell this to the most was his best friend Alex. He thought of Alex as the brother he never had and spent as much time as possible with him. Over the last year though, his love for him had grown from a brotherly good friend love, to one of passion and lust. He was IN love with Alex. He was so scared to tell him though, because he knew that if Alex couldn't accept that, he wouldn't remain his friend any longer. That would destroy Ryan. The best course of action would be to do nothing. He'd rather have Alex stay just his friend, than lose him forever.
Ryan is the president of the school's computer club. He's actually the one who started it. Of course I am also a member, but there are about 15 members' total. We're all pretty good friends and sometimes hang out after school or go to the movies together, stuff like that. The rest of the club is in just as much awe of Ryan's computer skills as I am. He's kind of an all-rounder when it comes to computers. He doesn't really have one specialty he concentrates on, but enjoys several areas of expertise that he can assimilate into the production some great programs and digital art.
Sarah is the only girl in the club, but she's one of the greatest UNIX and Linux users I've ever seen. She can create shell scripts like nobody's business and has an amazing ability to manage servers. Though she won't admit to it, I'm sure she's the one who hacked the server just before Christmas break and loaded the script that played Christmas music from every workstation and over the PA system for almost four hours. The Network Admin was having a hell of a time figuring it out and they called Ryan in for help. I also think that he knew exactly how to solve the problem, but was having too much fun with it to put a stop to it. He must have known that Sarah is probably the only person who could have pulled that off, but he wouldn't tell me either.
Paul is our resident electronics wizard. He's like watching McGuyver in action. He can pull a few things out of his backpack and by the end of a class period he's made some crazy contraption. I remember one day he made a point-contact diode radio out of a #2 pencil, a razor blade, 3 paper clips, 2 magnets and a Dixie cup during Mrs. Zucherman's English class. She was completely oblivious to scene of wonderment going on in the back of the class. We were able to pull in some of the local radio stations and were having a blast. I don't ever recall having that much fun in English class before. He's also amazing to watch with remote control devices. He's got cars, trucks, a plane and a helicopter that he takes out on the weekend to hobby races and such.
I love my math classes, and I always get A's, but my skills pale in comparison to Dennis. He's in Vector Calculus. He leaves the high school campus early so he can attend the university level course. By the end of high school, he will have about half the credits necessary for a Minor in Math. Interestingly though, his main interests don't lie in math, but in encryption and systems security. He's won a couple contests hosted by international security groups that are looking for people to see if they can break their codes, but also to submit their own security programs and see if others can break them.
Some people refer to us as the geek club, but that's OK with me. It kind of hurts to be looked down upon like that but I try to let it fall off my shoulder. I came to the conclusion that we will be the ones succeeding in the "real world" after high school is over. Some days though it feels more like "if" I make it through high school.
I get picked on enough for being a geek and hanging out with other geeks and nerds. We have to stick together you know, it's the only way some of us survive. After my dad died in a car crash when I was seven, my mom enrolled me in self-defense classes, but I'm certainly no contest for some of the upper classmen bullies we have at our school. Some of the bullies aren't too bad in that they are mainly only verbal abusers and maybe give me a moderate shove or trip me once in a while. I can handle that okay. They usually call me "geek" or "nerd", but often they add on words like "fag" or "queer" to accentuate the pain. I know they don't know I'm gay because I haven't told anyone and I don't act femmy or anything.
The ones that have me worried are a group of bullies led by Ricky Marquez. We in the computer club call them the Marquez Morons. There are 5 of them total. Ricky, Zack, Brad, Hector, and John. They are known to have beaten up some of the other kids pretty bad, but can get away with it because they all have family in the school administration. They get away with anything and just receive a slap on the wrist for doing so. They seem to enjoy beating the crap out of people for no reason in particular. They just have to exercise their power over those that are small and weak. I've endured my share of abuse from them like when I was punched in the stomach immediately after lunch, making me spill its entire contents onto the ground in front of everybody. Another time I was jumped from behind and went face first into a guard rail, knocking me out cold.
I'm a particularly tempting target for them because I seem to be the "perfect storm" of a geek. I am short, scrawny, wear glasses, always do my work, and never seem to get into trouble. I am the epitome of nerdom. I try to stay with other groups of people, mainly members of the computer club, just so I can blend in with background so I am least likely to be their punching bag du jour. It's kind of like being in a herd of zebras in Africa. Stick together and hope the predators go for someone else as you run for your life.
The worst incident happened when I was getting into my car about a month ago in March, a couple days after my birthday, and I was attacked from behind. As soon as I opened the door, they grabbed my head and rammed it into top of the door frame. I was out cold. When I woke up a couple hours later, I had been tossed into the car and left to suffer. As I moved, I felt stabbing pains in my abdomen and my chest. I reached for my cell phone to call Ryan, because I knew he'd still be at the school since they were installing some new equipment in the computer lab and he would be helping.
"Hey Alex!" said Ryan after seeing his friends name pop up on caller ID.
All I got out was "Ryan, help!" before the pain became too much for me and I blacked out again.
The next time I woke up I was in the hospital. The pain was excruciating and it took me a while to realize where I was. I realized at this point that someone was holding my hand and when I turned my head my gaze fell upon Ryan's face. I always thought he was kind of cute, but seeing him here he looked like an angel. Blond hair, blue eyes, perfect smile- an angel. Maybe it was the pain killers or something else, but I saw him in a whole new way.
"How ya feelin'?" he asked.
"Unnh, Owww! I feel like I've been beat to shit! What happened?" I remarked.
"I'm not exactly sure, after you called me for help and wouldn't respond, I ran out to my car to drive to your place, because I figured that's where you were. But as I got to the parking lot only a few cars were left including yours. That's when I saw you sprawled out across your front seats. The doors were locked so I had to bust the window to get in. I called the paramedics and they brought you here" he said.
It was about that time I remembered what had happened and I recounted the story to Ryan. He looked even more distraught than before and I think I saw a tear in his eye, but I wasn't sure due to my own bleary eyes because I didn't have my glasses on.
"Your mom's gonna catch the first flight back here in the morning, but I'm not going to leave you tonight," Ryan said. She was in Chicago for some meeting and wasn't supposed to be back for three more days. Those were extremely comforting words to hear because I definitely didn't want to be left alone right now.
"Thanks, and thanks for calling her, Ryan," I said to him with a slight smile. At that point I fell asleep again for a couple more hours. I woke up again when one of the nurses was checking my vitals. As I looked around the room, I realized that Ryan wasn't there and I began to panic slightly feeling terribly alone. Just then I saw him walk into the room with a couple magazines he must have picked up from the shop downstairs. That brought an immediate calm and smile to my face that he really was staying here with me. As the nurse was leaving, Ryan sat on the bed across the room from me.
"It's good to see you smile again. I was so worried when they took you back for emergency surgery," Ryan said with a slight quiver in his voice.
"Surgery!?"
"Yeah. You were in pretty bad shape when you arrived here. They said you had some internal bleeding and maybe more. They took you back for surgery and came back about four hours later. They wouldn't let me back there, so I had to pretend to be your step brother. You don't hate me do you?" He asked expectantly.
"Of course not! I'm so glad you could be here right now, I can't think of anyone else besides Mom that I'd rather have with me." I stopped talking, comprehending what I just said. I hope he didn't catch on to that.
"So after you were in recovery for a while they wheeled you in here right before you woke up the first time. It turns out that you had a couple pretty bad internal wounds, you lost a lot of blood, they were afraid they were going to lose you." He had to stop for a second so he could sniffle and wipe away a tear before continuing.
"Alex, you have 3 broken ribs and...and...they had to remove your spleen!" he cried out.
I started crying, too. Not so much for the fact that I am now short a spleen, but because my friend cares so much about me that he was crying about my pain, that he was worried I was going to die. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.
That evening, Mom arrived and began to immediately cry as soon as she saw me. That got me crying again. I just wanted to be held, but every time she tried to hug me, the pain was unbearable. We had to settle for a kiss on my cheek. I of course had to tell her what happened and that got Ryan crying again.
Shortly after we had regained our composure, the police arrived to question me about the incident. I recounted the story yet again, without nearly as many tears, and I knew what they were going to say. Since I didn't see any of the attackers, there were no fingerprints, and no witnesses have stepped forward, not much could happen at the moment. I knew in my heart that it was Ricky and his gang, but there was no way to prove it. I'm sure if there were any witnesses, Ricky's bunch threatened them thoroughly enough not to step forward and say anything to the cops.
By the time I was able to leave the hospital, I had completely fallen in love with Ryan. He had been my knight in shining armor and literally saved my life. He was there through my whole stay at the hospital, making sure I had everything I needed and that I stayed comfortable. If someone told me there was a better friend somewhere else in the world, I wouldn't have believed them. He consoled me in my pain and we shared the emotions I had been experiencing in the last couple days to get through this. I always knew Ryan was a great friend, but this went beyond the call of duty and he was so nurturing and helpful I could feel the love he was giving me. The problem was that I knew he was helping me with a brotherly type of love and not the love of a boyfriend, which I wished for so desperately. I knew this could never be so I had to resign myself to enjoying this attention I was getting without the expectation of more.
About five weeks after my hospital stay, I was walking out to my car after band practice and just as I rounded the corner from the gym, coming from the opposite direction were the Marquez Morons. I turned to go the opposite direction but it was too late. Zack grabbed me by the shoulder and spun me around. He then took hold of me by my shirt collar and pinned me to the wall. All of them had this shit eating grin like they new something was about to happen. At this time, Hector, reached into his pocket and produced a .38 caliber pistol and poked it right into my stomach. I winced in pain and turned pale in fear. The world seemed to come to a screeching halt as I stared at the cold black piece of metal poking at me. I didn't dare move.
Hector leaned in close to my ear and said "if you want to see tomorrow, you'll come with us."
I nodded my head warily and they led me by my shoulder around the corner and down to the back entrance of the gym. Once inside they ordered me into the locker room and pushed me to the floor. I was scared shitless because I knew no one would be able to hear any of my screams that would emanate from here, the walls were too thick and there weren't any after school sports today.
"First things first, asswipe. Call off the cops. I know they've been snooping around here looking for any evidence or witnesses who saw you get beaten. Lucky for us, half the office staff are family and can hide things pretty good. But you gotta tell them to stop. If you try and pin that on us, this gun (Hector brandishes the weapon once again in case I had forgotten it was there) will be the last thing you ever see. Do ya got it?" Ricky sneered at me. I warily nodded my head as I knew I had no choice. "Good now for some fun."
John stepped in front of me and began to pull down his zipper. I could tell what was coming. His dick flopped out in front of me like a giant salami.
"Suck it!" he hissed at me.
"No way! I ain't gay!" I said incredulously.
"Do it now or else!" said Hector followed by the unmistakable sound of the cocking of his pistol.
"And strip," John piped in.
I began to slowly take off all my clothes and once I was completely nude, he placed his large hand on my head and pushed me down to my knees again. With tears beginning to stream down my face, my shaking hands reach out to grab Hectors dick and began to stroke it. I leaned forward and placed the tip of his cock in my mouth. It was a little salty, but not bad, so I proceeded to take more and more of it in my mouth. As I began a bobbing motion, I turned my head slightly, noticing a weird shadow to my left. I glanced over to see the pistol only inches from my temple. I panicked again and accidentally scraped Hector's dick with my teeth.
"Oww! God Damn it! No teeth, faggot!" shouted Hector, followed by a whack from his hand on the side of my face.
By now the tears streaming down my face were mixing with the muskiness of Hectors cock and at that moment I just wanted to curl up in the corner and die. But they weren't done yet. Once Hector had gotten off, the other four took their turn at my mouth. They took turns holding the gun to my head to make sure I did a good job. Once all of them had gotten off, they backed off facing away from me and were looking at something in front of Zack.
"Hey, these turned out pretty good! He even looks like he's enjoying it in this one!" Ricky said enthusiastically.
'Pictures? A camera? Oh my god!' I thought as the realization hit of what's been happening while I was giving the forced blow jobs.
"That's right, you're ours now" said Zack as he glared over his shoulder at me.
"You'll give us what we want, when we want it or these pictures will be sent to everyone in the whole school, fag boy." Brad said with a slight chuckle at the end.
I tried to get up and run at that point but Brad caught me and pulled me tight to his body. "Where do you think you're off to?" he asked. "That was only round one."
With that the tossed me onto one of the tables and grabbed a tube of KY from his pocket. 'Oh shit' is all I was able to think before I felt the worst searing pain emanating from my ass. He rammed his dick hard into me and I screamed in pain.
"Take it, faggot" Hector said, again pointing the gun at me. I also noticed Zack was taking more pictures, making sure none of their faces or the gun was visible. I didn't think the human body was able to produce that many tears, but they just kept coming. Tears from the pain, tears from humiliation, tears from the fear, and tears just because things couldn't get any worse.
Once they had all had their fun with me, they once again checked out the photos. They seemed satisfied that they had enough blackmail material and turned back towards me. I don't know if they said anything or not because my ears were ringing and my mind wasn't functioning. One grabbed me by the arms, another got my legs, the swept me off the table and carried me over to the showers. They tossed me on the floor and turned on a couple of the shower heads. As they turned to leave, Ricky said, "We'll be seeing you around, cocksucker," and they all laughed until I heard the door slam shut. I laid there for a few minutes just crying some more thinking 'why me, how come this had to happen to me?' My tears were mixing with the shower water and were flowing toward the drain. Slowly, I began to get up, the water having already rinsed off whatever crap they had left on me. I grabbed one of the towels and proceeded to dry off. Once I had my clothes on, the tears had dried and a heavy weight took hold in my stomach.
The realization of what my future held was taking shape in my mind and it wasn't pretty. I was either going to be the sex slave to five of the most disgusting lowlifes on earth, or be outed to every kid in school! With that weighing on me slowly made my way to my car. Once I was in the drivers seat, I had flashbacks of when they put me in the hospital, visions of cock being forced down my throat, guns pointing at my head. It was too much and I began sobbing right there in my car. 'Sex slave, outed, sex slave, outed', those to options bounced back and forth in my head as I was crying. No matter what my life was ruined. After about ten minutes of soaking my shirt with tears and snot dripping from my nose, I had a sudden revelation; there was a third option.
Author's Notes:
This is my first story that I've written. I'd really like to hear from everyone who read this and get their feedback on it. You can reach me at Lasertech@live.com and Lasertech@storylover.us.
Lasertech
Editor's Notes:
Well folks here we go. A new author and new story. Lasertech has a real knack for story telling. He definitely has grabbed my attention. We are also going to have to watch this very carefully, this chapter is very close to being a cliff hanger. I had nothing to do with that. Having been one of my generation's 'Nerds' I can certainly identify with Alex and Ryan. I guess some parts of High School life never change.
I sure hope Alex's third option isn't what I'm afraid it is. Hopefully Ryan will find him before he does anything stupid. I guess we will have to read on to find out.
Str8mayb
Associate Editor's Notes:
This looks like it is going to be a very interesting story; I hope Alex is able to get out of his situation. I am also very curious as to what Alex's third option is also; hopefully we will find out in the next chapter.
The Story Lover