Jack Hamilton

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 14

THEN

"Hiya," Jack said happily as he approached Elliott in the quad.

"Hi!" Elliott said back with a grin. "Where've you been?"

"I was asking round about the football team. Tryouts are tomorrow night!" Jack said happily.

"Awesome. They're not gonna know what hit 'em!" Elliott said happily. The two of them had been the star players on the Middle School team and they were keen to do the same thing now. The smile quickly faded from Elliott's face as Jack sat beside him. "Can I... talk to you about something?"

"Sure, whassup?" Jack asked, listening to his friend but taking in their new surroundings. The High School seemed so alien to them and they were still trying to take it all in.

"Erm, well, I was just... erm..." Elliott mumbled nervously.

Jack turned now, focusing his full attention on his clearly-nervous friend. "El?" he asked sympathetically.

"It's just... lately... I've been thinking about... erm... us!" Elliott said, cheeks beginning to burn bright red.

"Us? What about us?" Jack asked, beginning to look slightly nervous himself.

"Well... about... erm..." Elliott continued stuttering.

He was cut off by the arrival of three older boys. At first glance, Elliott guessed they were probably sophomores, all wearing letterman Jackets.

"You the guys who were asking about the football team?" the lead boy said, staring down at the two freshman.

"Err, yeah. Jack Hamilton, pleased to meet ya!" Jack said, standing and holding out his hand.

The football player looked at Jack's outstretched hand, then at his two companions before the three of them burst into laughter. "Jack Hamilton, pleased to meet you!" the guy said in a mocking tone.

Jack lowered his hand, blushing at the mockery. It wasn't something he was used to. At Middle School, he had been the guy in charge, everyone loved him, everyone respected him. Suddenly here he was, a small fish in a big pond.

"Come with us!" the second boy ordered.

They turned and started walking away. Jack began following but looked back as he saw Elliott still sitting. He gestured for him to come along, but Elliott shook his head, looking scared.

"Elliott!" Jack hissed through gritted teeth. He didn't know what was about to happen, but he knew he needed his best friend at his side to do it.

With a sigh, Elliott got up and the two younger boys caught up with the others. They couldn't help noticing how everyone quickly backed away as they marched down a corridor, seemingly terrified to get in their way.

"Wow!" Jack said, eyes widening as the scene played out before him.

As the three marched along, another freshman stood in their way, his back to them, oblivious to their presence. The lead boy shoulder barged him, spinning him round while the second did the same a moment later, sending him flying to the ground.

"Move it, loser!" the lead boy snapped.

"Yeah, out of the way...." Jack said as firmly as he could manage, nudging the prone boy as they walked past. He hesitated for just a moment, contemplating what he was about to do, then added, "Faggot!"

The three older boys looked back at the sound of Jack's comment and sniggered. "Ha, you learn quick, kid! Good job!" the lead boy said with a grin.

As they continued walking, Elliott looked round at his friend, frowning. "Faggot?" he asked quietly.

Jack looked torn. He could virtually feel the disgust coming off of Elliott in waves but at the same time, the praise from the older boy felt intoxicating. These guys clearly ruled the halls. Sure, it seemed they did it differently to the way Jack had done it at his old school, but this was it, his way back to the top.

"What?" Jack asked, shrugging at Elliott. "Just trying to fit in!"

NOW

It seemed like sleep was never going to come for Jack. In a way, he should have been feeling great. He had been threatened with eight hours of edging, but had only received three. His balls were certainly grateful, but his mind significantly less-so. The ordeal had only ended when he had accidentally revealed that he had hurt Aaron on purpose.

The fact that he hadn't intended to seriously injure him didn't seem to matter. All the others cared about was having something else to be angry at Jack about. Angry really wasn't a strong enough word to describe their feelings. Despite the fact that Jack had just assaulted him, it was Ben who seemed to be holding back the others from really making Jack suffer for his actions. The others had been ready to kick the crap out of Jack, but Ben refused to let them. Instead, he had put Jack back in his chastity device, told him to dress then allowed him to leave.

Without the use of his own car, it had been a long and terrifying walk home from Lincoln's house. Every car that passed made Jack jump, terrified that the others had ignored Ben and decided to get him anyway. Every siren he heard in the distance made Jack cringe with fear at the possibility that they were looking for him.

When he eventually got home, he had headed straight to his room, mostly ignoring his family as they greeted him. They were surprised to have him home for dinner, especially on a Saturday evening, but he joined them anyway but barely spoke and hardly ate anything. Any time he was questioned about what was wrong he simply insisted, "I'm fine!"

He had decided to try and go to sleep early. Everything he had been through in the last week had been exhausting and he felt like he could sleep for days, yet somehow it eluded him. He refused to turn the light on though as he lay there awake. He knew the webcam on his computer revealed everything that happened in his room to the others, so the privacy of darkness was something he welcomed.

'Why?' he kept asking himself over and over. 'Why did you do it? Why did you hurt him?'

'You know why!' he would occasionally tell himself. 'He humiliated you, he deserved it!'

'He didn't deserve THAT. You ruined his fucking life!'

'He ruined yours first!' Jack thought angrily to himself.

'Oh what, so you got a bit embarrassed at school, HE MAY NEVER WALK AGAIN!'

'They started it!' Jack told himself. 'They started all of this. All of them. Aaron may be the one who's suffering, but they all started this. They did this to me, so whatever happens is on THEM!'

'Yeah!' Jack agreed with himself. 'I was just... living my life and those... those faggots decided to fuck with me. Well I guess now they'll learn, you fuck with Jack Hamilton, you're gonna suffer for it!'

Jack suddenly realised his fists were tightly clenched, each grabbing a handful of bedding, his breathing deep and laboured. He loosened his grip, forcing himself to calm down. If he allowed himself to keep getting that angry, he was likely to do something stupid. As much as he wanted to go to Elliott or Bryce or Lincoln and vent his fury, he knew it would only make things worse.

'Just stick to being a good boy!' Jack told himself. 'Do what they say for just a bit longer, they're bound to get bored of you eventually and end this. They've got to! Now, just relax and go to sleep. Don't think about them any more!'

Jack cleared his mind, shook the tension out of his arms and closed his eyes, determined to sleep. It seemed to be working, he could feel himself relaxing, the warm embrace of sleep creeping in closer and closer, until...

'Bryce's face when he found out I lied to him...' Jack suddenly thought. 'He didn't even look angry, he just looked... disappointed. The way he looked at me... oh God!' Jack felt like he had been punched in the stomach.

'No. Stop that. Forget him. Sleep!' Jack thought firmly.

Again he relaxed, forcing thoughts of Bryce out of his head. Once more it seemed to work, but then...

'Ben had a serious black eye, and the blood... why the fuck did you do that? What, just cos he called you a fag? What the hell's wrong with you? And then he defends you from the others. He's the one you hit? Way to go Jack!'

'No, shut up. Just shut up!' Jack thought, raising his hands to rub his face, letting the fingers of one hand run through his hair, coming to rest under his head. "Right, sleep!" he muttered quietly to himself.

A few minutes of restful bliss were soon shattered by another stray thought. 'What the fuck is Elliott's problem? Sure, the others I get, but what's his fucking issue with me?'

'He's a fucking homo, that's what his issue is!' Jack told himself angrily, as if simply being gay explained everything, like the entire gay community had it in for him!

Jack paused again, this time losing himself in thought rather than trying to force thoughts out of his head, thinking back...

'I wonder how long he's known. D'you think he knew back then?' Jack found himself thinking. He flinched, not even wanting to think about the time his mind was wandering back to. They had been the hardest years of his life and he was in no hurry to re-live them.

'Ugh, whatever. Does it fucking matter why? He's just being a total cunt to you. You've never let him beat you at anything, you're not gonna start now. He won't beat you. D'you hear me Jack? He won't beat you, THEY won't beat you. Just man up and deal with whatever gay shit they throw at you. Who cares if they destroy your reputation. You built it once, you can do it again if you have to!'

Jack smiled to himself, emboldened by his own resolve. He knew he was right. He hadn't got to the top by chance, he had worked for it, fought for it.... sacrificed for it.

'You can beat them all!' he kept repeating to himself until he eventually drifted off to sleep.

"HURRY UP JACK, OR WE'LL BE LATE!" Mrs Hamilton shouted up the stairs to Jack, he third shout of the morning.

Jack had rolled over and gone back to sleep after being woken the first two times but now he knew the tone his mother was using was more serious. He jumped out of bed and quickly showered. He hated his Sunday clothes usually, but after being dressed in revealing or embarrassing outfits all week by his tormentors, the khaki slacks and white shirt were a welcomed eagerly.

Although it had taken him a while to get to sleep, once he did he had slept exceptionally well. That, along with the fact that he was not going to be facing the others any time soon actually left him feeling quite refreshed and positive about the day ahead.

He was last to the car, which traditionally meant he got stuck in the middle seat between his two brothers. Davis, the elder of the three siblings was standing with the door open, ready for Jack to hop in, before squeezing in too. As he sat between nineteen-year-old Davis and thirteen-year-old Willis, he found himself supremely glad that they were too old and young respectively to be at the same High School as him. It was bad enough having the whole school seeing his embarrassment, had his brothers known too it would have killed him. He still felt awkward though, as if they somehow knew. The same went for his parents in the front of the car. Every time one of them looked at him, he felt like they could see everything he had done.

Despite his paranoia, the car journey went as normal, the three siblings squabbling over who had elbowed who or who was taking up too much space. As was traditional, by the time they reached the church, both parents were about at their wits' end. Mr Hamilton parked the car and they all piled out, heading in the church. Despite Jack's tardiness, they were actually early, so the three boys were allowed to wander off by themselves until the service started while Mr and Mrs Hamilton mingled with some of the other parishioners.

While Davis and Willis made a beeline for their own groups of friends, Jack deliberately hid away in a corner, hoping to go unnoticed. There were far too many students from his school who went to his church and he was eager to avoid being seen by any of them.

"Well looky here!" a voice said snidely, a hand coming to rest on Jack's shoulder, making him jump.

"What... Elliott?" Jack asked in shock, seeing his former friend standing behind him, accompanied by Lincoln. "Lincoln? What are you guys doing here?"

Back when this all began, Jack had been promised that he would be allowed to go about his life as normally as possible, his tormentors not interfering with family time or other unavoidable activities. That meant Sundays should have been mostly off limits. On top of that, Elliott and Lincoln's families were both protestant, so it made no sense for them to be there.

"Come with us?" Lincoln ordered, gesturing to the restrooms.

"What, but... but Ben said... that... that you'd leave me alone when I'm with my.. my family!" Jack stuttered, looking round nervously.

"Yeah, well I assaulting out friend kinda changed the rules, so shut the fuck up and walk!" Lincoln hissed in Jack's ear.

Jack whimpered quietly. His resolve was still steeled from his self-pep-talk the night before, but he knew he had no choice but to comply. He walked off to the restroom, the other two following closely behind. As they got inside, they checked to see that nobody else was there, then Lincoln and Jack went into a stall while Elliott kept watch.

"Pants off!" Lincoln commanded.

With the two of them in the stall, it was cramped, but Jack complied, also removing his underwear as Lincoln gestured to it. "Wh.. what are you doing?" Jack asked nervously as Lincoln reached for the chastity device.

Lincoln didn't reply. He looked up briefly and grinned, then carried on removing the restraint.

Once the cage was removed, Jack immediately felt himself begin to swell. Fortunately, his fear kept it from growing a full-on erection.

"Turn around!" Lincoln commanded.

Convinced he knew what was coming next, Jack was quite surprised when he felt a toy somewhat smaller than the replica of his own cock being inserted into his hole. It took just a few seconds for him to remember the feeling of the remote-control butt-plug that had been used on him earlier in the week. He felt his cheeks beginning to burn bright red as he realised the insertion had prompted the erection he had been holding at bay. He felt Lincoln's hands grab his waist to turn him back round, not daring to look down as his swollen cock came into view.

"Ha, perfect!" Lincoln whispered happily. He reached into his bag and retrieved something else.

Jack looked down, but closed his eyes as he felt Lincoln's fingers wrap around his shaft. It had been so long since he had cum, and he had spent so much of that time painfully aroused that even the slightest touch was now sending ripples of pleasure through him. He felt a tightness around the shaft, shortly below the head prompting him to open his eyes and look down.

He stared in unpleasantly-aroused shock at the rubber ring around his dick. From the angle he was looking, it just looked like a normal ring. It was only when Lincoln squeezed something on the underside that Jack realised it was more than that. It began to vibrate. It was quite gentle, not really loud enough to hear, but strong enough to make Jack's knees wobble.

"Oh shit!" he muttered.

"Now put these on!" Lincoln said, handing Jack his slacks.

Jack took them and looked on in dismay as he saw his underwear being stuffed into Lincoln's bag. With the ring still buzzing away, he began to dress, grateful that the plug in his ass had not also been activated.

Lincoln coughed a couple of times, apparently a signal as Elliott called back, "You're clear!"

The stall door was opened and Lincoln stepped out, Jack close behind. Elliott burst into laughter as he saw Jack. His erection snaked across towards his left hip, blindingly obvious. Best of all, there was already a tiny, but very visible wet patch forming at the tip.

"Oh God!" Jack said, staring at himself in the mirror. "You can't do this. Please!" he begged.

Elliott stopped laughing, his face turning stern. "We can't?" he asked angrily. "Really? Cos I was under the impression that we can do whatever the fuck we want and you... you have to obey, unless you want assault charges added to the list when you get arrested for rape! Wanna try it and see what happens?"

Jack wanted to argue back, but he knew he would only anger his former friend more. Instead he stared at the ground, putting his hand in his pocket in an attempt to make the bulge less apparent.

"Yeah, that's what I thought!" Elliott snapped. "Now get out there!"

Jack looked at the door, then back to the ground, heading out as instructed. As soon as they were back into the communal area, he felt the plug in his ass turn on. The vibrations caught him by surprise, his already-wobbly knees almost giving way entirely. He let out an involuntary whimper, prompting a few looks from the parishioners around him, but he continued walking, ignoring their stares.

Needing to get off of his feet, he headed into the church and took a seat on one of the pews around the area his family normally chose. While sitting made the feeling of the butt plug more intense, it did allow him to hide his bulge and the increasing wet spot more easily.

'They wouldn't do it, would they?' he asked himself. 'They wouldn't make me cum in church, surely!' He sat there, dreading the possibility. It kept playing out in his head, silence filling the room as the priest delivered his sermon as Jack edged closer and closer to release. As humiliated as he felt thinking about it, he couldn't deny the pleasure he was feeling. Having not cum for several days, he also knew that when it finally happened, it was going to be intense! 'They wouldn't!' he kept telling himself.

Eventually, the church began to fill as families filled the rows of pews, the Hamiltons more than a little surprised to find Jack already there.

Throughout the Mass, Jack didn't dare to look back and see where Elliott and Lincoln had sat. He knew they were there though as the settings on the butt plug kept changing, going from high to low at the most inconvenient times. He figured they were quite close by as they seemed to be able to see when he was getting close to release. Either that or they were just insanely lucky as Jack continued to teeter painfully close to the edge without actually going over.

As much as he hated being teased in that way, it was actually a relief as the Mass came to an end and he hadn't been forced to orgasm. The thing he was dreading now though was the walk back to the car. His erection was still blindingly obvious, while the constant stimulation of the plug and ring together had caused his wet patch to grow significantly.

Unsubtle as it was, he simply chose to keep his hands down in the way of the incriminating evidence. As they began to file out of the church, Jack stared down at the ground, convinced that if he made eye contact with anybody that they would somehow figure out what he was hiding.

As they got outside, the cool morning air was quite a relief. Jack had begun sweating towards the end of the sermon, an effect he was getting used to when being edged, so it was nice to cool off. Just a short walk to the car and he was free. The plug was currently turned off but walking was making it move against his prostate and he felt like he could blow any time. If he could get away in the car and out of range of the remote, they wouldn't be able to tease him any further.

"Oh, Jack!" he heard a voice call out. He looked round to see the Priest, approaching him and his family.

"Wonderful service today, Father Bernard!" Jack's mother said politely as the priest approached.

'Fuck!' Jack thought as he stopped. "Yes... F... Father Bernard?" Jack stuttered. His cheeks were flushing red. It felt bad enough to be hard and aroused around his family, but having the Priest there too made it a million times worse.

"I just wanted to say I heard about what happened to your friend," Father Bernard said solemnly.

"Yeah, it... Aaaargh!" Jack yelped as the plug turned on at full strength. His knees wobbled again and he staggered sideways into Davis.

"Jack, are you okay?" Father Bernard asked.

Jack steadied himself, doing his best to ignore the intense vibrations. "Yes, I'm fine," he said weakly, clearing his throat. "Yeah, Aaron... it was pretty bad."

The Priest, along with both of Jack's parents gave the teenager concerned looks.

"Well I'll be keeping him in my prayers. With the Lord's blessing I'm sure he'll be fine!" Father Bernard said with his usual optimism.

Jack barely heard the words. It felt like every muscle in his body was clenching, trying desperately to hold back what he knew was about to happen.

"FUCK!" Jack yelled out as his legs completely gave way. He dropped to his knees as the orgasm ripped through him. His barely concealed cock began to twitch and bounce in his slacks. Jack was gasping desperately as spurt after spurt of cum filled his slacks. Any that didn't immediately soak through dribbled down his legs to be soaked up by the fabric further down.

"Oh my word!" Mrs Hamilton exclaimed in shock.

By now, others were beginning to watch too. Mr Hamilton and Davis attempted to help Jack up, but he pulled away from them, cowering on the ground as his seemingly-endless orgasm went on and on. The vibrations of the two toys seemed to be prolonging it even more. As it began to subside, the vibrations grew increasingly torturous.

Jack looked up at the dozen faces staring down at him. To anyone looking, it would appear as if Jack had simply wet himself due to the wetness down his leg. He didn't know whether that was worse than having them know the truth or better, but either way he simply had to get out of there. He quickly jumped to his feet, pushed through the crowd and ran as fast as he could. He gave no though to direction or destination, he just had to get away as tears began streaming down his cheeks.

As soon as he was out of sight of the church, he reached into his slacks and pulled off the ring on his cock, turning it off as he did so. Moving on a little further to somewhere even more secluded, he loosened the trousers, reached back and pulled out the plug. He actually considered putting them in his pocket, worried about what Elliott or Ben might say about him losing the toys, but changed his mind at the last moment, tossing them into a nearby trash-can instead.

He started walking, but as he noticed more people in the street staring at the wetness spreading down his leg he sped up into a run again. He had no idea where he was going, everything around him was just a blur. He only stopped when he was unable to run any more, his shirt drenched with sweat, his hair matted to his head. He slowed to a walk and looked round.

With genuinely no idea where he had ended up, he found a quiet spot behind a large building and dropped to the floor. He pulled his legs up to his chest, folded his arms in front of him and rested his head on them. He felt like he should cry again, but nothing happened, he just felt numb. He remained sat there, long after the cum and sweat had dried up.

"Oh my God, you didn't!" Aaron said in shock, looking across at Elliott and Lincoln.

"Yeah we did!" Lincoln replied happily. "Then we sent him into the church for the service!"

"You didn't make him cum in the middle of it, did you?" Danny asked with a hopeful grin.

Elliott shook his head, smirking slightly. "Nope. Better!" he said happily. When he got inquisitive looks, he explained what had happened.

"Fuck, that's nasty!" Aaron said, shaking his head with a half-smile. "Bump it!" he said, raising his hand and clenching it.

Aaron had been wanting to fist-bump for just about anything that met his approval that morning. He was rapidly regaining movement in all of his limbs and he was absolutely ecstatic about it. Elliott grinned as he gently reciprocated the gesture.

"So where is he now?" Danny asked.

"Fuck knows, he literally ran off crying!" Lincoln said happily.

Danny and Aaron exchanged confused glances. It sounded like Jack was absolutely devastated and the others seemed more than a little gleeful about it. Jack had been their plaything all week and most of them had had a laugh or two at his expense, but Lincoln and Elliott now seemed to be getting some kind of sadistic pleasure from what they had done to Jack.

"Don't you think... it was maybe a bit TOO mean?" Aaron asked, frowning.

"Seriously?" Elliott asked. "You're laying in hospital because of him and you think humiliating him a bit is too mean?"

"Yeah I'm pissed at him, but this was an accident. He didn't mean for this to happen!" Aaron said sharply.

This time it was Elliott and Lincoln's turn to exchange a glance. They had not shared what Jack had confessed with Danny or Aaron. They feared what might happen if they did. They had almost kicked the crap out of Jack themselves. If Danny found out about it, he doubted anything would stop him taking it out on Jack. While part of them wanted to see him suffer, they knew that taking things that far would probably bring everything out into the open and they would all be in the shit for what they had done to Jack. Instead, they had vowed to keep it amongst themselves and just make him pay in their own way.

"But what you did," Aaron went on. "It kinda seems like you're getting off on it and if you are, well that just makes you even bigger dicks than Jack ever was!"

Lincoln and Elliott looked ashamed at Aaron's words. Even though they knew he would likely be saying very different things had he known the truth, his comment still stung.

"You saying you think we should stop all this?" Lincoln asked sheepishly.

Aaron shrugged as much as he was able to. "I don't know. I still wanna see him suffer and honestly, I'd like to see this 'nice' side of Jack Elliott's talked about, but..." he sighed, looking at Danny.

"I guess we were just kinda talking and... well, we're not sure that torturing him is really gonna get the outcome you want!" Danny explained.

"But if you..." Lincoln started, but Elliott raised a hand to halt him before he could say any more.

"What, so you guys are out? Just like that?" Elliott asked. "You don't wanna see him pay for what he's done?"

"Of course we do!" Danny snapped. "But... I dunno, how did you put it before, Aaron?"

"I think in this case, if you fight fire with fire all you're gonna get is a much bigger fire. You get what I mean?" Aaron asked.

"I guess I do!" Elliott replied. "Just... tell me this. Are you gonna try to stop us from carrying on?"

Danny and Aaron looked at each other then simultaneously shook their heads.

"Good!" Elliott said. "I respect your decision, but I'm in this to the end. Link?"

Lincoln looked torn, not about whether or not he was still in, but about telling the other two the truth. He had been then one to argue most strongly that they deserved to know, regardless of the consequences. With a sigh he nodded gently and added, "Yeah, me too." He smiled meekly at Aaron and thought to himself, 'I'll make him pay for doing this to you, bro!'

Jack stood staring at the house. He had eventually decided he had to go home at some point, so he figured he may as well get it out of the way. He took a deep breath and walked up to the front door. On some level, he hoped he could just walk in and act like nothing had happened, that his parents would just go along with it, but he knew that simply wouldn't happen. He knew they would be mad at him for embarrassing the family in front of their Priest and other parishioners, he just had to hope it wasn't too bad.

Almost as soon as he was inside, his Mom appeared in the hallway.

"Mom, I... I'm sorry..." Jack mumbled.

Mrs Hamilton ignored the boy's stammered comments and rushed forward, pulling him into a tight hug. "Where have you been? We've been worried sick!"

"You're not mad?" Jack asked, pulling back slightly.

"Of course not. You... had an accident. It happens sometimes, you've got nothing to be sorry about!" she said quickly, rubbing Jack's arm. "Come on," she said, leading him into the lounge.

"Glad to have you home, son!" Mr Hamilton said from the armchair as he saw Jack walk in with his mother.

"Thanks," Jack said sheepishly.

"So... what exactly happened?" Mr Hamilton asked cautiously as Jack sat down.

"I dunno, I guess I was just... holding it in and.... and lost control," Jack explained, hoping they would believe he had just wet himself, despite the slight stain on his slacks from the dried cum.

"Are you sure?" Mr Hamilton asked.

Jack blushed, wondering if the man suspected something else had been afoot. "Y.... yeah!" he stuttered.

"It's just... you've been acting a little strangely all week!" Jack's Mom said from her seat beside him.

Jack was torn, suddenly finding himself feeling a very familiar sensation. He felt exactly like he had when he was sat in front of Mr Wendell, deliberating whether to come clean. Suddenly he remembered the moment Mr Wendell had walked back into the room with Elliott and Ben, his breath catching in his throat. Surely that couldn't happen here, could it? There was no way his parents could also be in league with his tormentors, but then he never would have suspected they had a teacher on their side.

"Jack?" Mr Hamilton enquired as Jack sat in silence.

"No, everything's.... everything's fine!" he lied. They couldn't be on Elliott's side, but he couldn't risk telling them anyway. Somehow things seemed to get worse every time he went against Elliott's orders so he simply had to obey them for now. He just had to get through whatever sick and twisted things his former friend had planned and then he might be set free!

"Are you sure?" Mrs Hamilton asked.

Jack hesitated for just a moment again, but eventually nodded.

"Okay, well you know where we are if you ever need anything!" Mr Hamilton said with a warm smile.

"Thanks," Jack said, smiling weakly as he stood up and headed for the door.

"JACK, YOUR FRIEND'S HERE!" Mrs Hamilton called from downstairs.

Jack sighed. He wondered who it might be. If it was Elliott, his Mom would have just let him come up and enter Jack's room. Whoever it was, he was likely in for some more torture or humiliation. Not wanting to keep them waiting, he dashed out of his room and down the stairs.

"So who did that to you?" Jack heard his Mom asking just as Ben came into view. One side of his face was bruised, the eye so blackened it had almost swollen closed, his lip splt, a bright red scab formed on it.

"Oh, just... some bully at school!" Ben said, staring at Jack as he approached.

"That's just awful!" Mrs Hamilton said, shaking her head. "Jack, I didn't know there was a bullying problem at your school!"

Jack felt like his mother had just stabbed a knife right through his heart. He couldn't speak. Between seeing Ben and hearing his mother's words he wanted to just turn around and throw up.

"Don't worry, it's all in hand!" Ben said with a slight smile.

"That's good then. Are you coming in?" she asked, stepping aside.

"Actually I was hoping Jack might want to come out for a while," Ben said politely.

Mrs Hamilton glanced round at the clock, then at Jack. "Don't stay out too late. It's a school night and you've been out quite late a few times already this week!"

"Okay Mom," Jack said with a gentle nod. He quickly slipped on his sneakers and headed out the front door with Ben.

The two teens walked in silence for several minutes. Every now and then, Jack turned to Ben as if to speak, but words failed him. Eventually he worked up the courage to say, "I'm sorry, for... for that!" he said, pointing to Ben's injuries.

"I hate you," Ben said, his tone calm, almost serene.

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

"You can't be surprised at that!" Ben said, glancing round at the older teen. "You outed me, bullied me, nearly killed my friend and now this. How could I possibly not hate you?"

"Good point," Jack agreed.

"So I want you to tell me something. If I hate you, if everything you've ever done has given me reason to hate you, if you continue to spout your... your hate for gays and minorities and just about everyone who isn't you... why don't I want to hurt you?" Ben asked.

"I don't know. Why?" Jack asked, feeling as belittled as he was confused.

"No, I'm genuinely asking you. I want to know because I don't fucking understand it. I hate you and I have this power over you and yet I still can't bring myself to hurt you, not in the ways you've hurt me before. How can that make sense?"

"I don't know!" Jack repeated.

"And if you can hurt me the way you do, what does that say about me? Am I.... so awful that I deserve to be treated like that? Do you really hate me that much? Again, I'm really asking you this because it's all I keep thinking about and it's driving me insane." Ben went on, beginning to get more and more worked up as they walked casually along.

"I... don't..." Jack stammered.

"You don't know, right, I got that!" Ben said shaking his head. "So what do you know, Jack? Do you even know why you do the things you do?"

Jack stopped, considering the question. After a few more steps, Ben stopped and looked back at him.

"Let me guess, you don't know that either!" Ben said, beginning to get visibly annoyed.

"Look, what d'you want me to say?" Jack demanded, taking a step towards the younger boy.

"I don't know!" Ben said back in a mocking tone.

The two stood staring at each other, Jack looking down at the shorter teen.

"Ugh, whatever, just... follow me!" Ben said, turning round and walking away quickly.

Jack followed along behind the angry boy until he turned off the path into side street, moving behind a dumpster.

"On your knees!" Ben said, pointing the ground in front of him as he began to unzip his jeans.

Jack obeyed, dropping to the ground and watching as Ben pulled out his cock.

"Now suck it!" Ben snapped. He wasn't even remotely hard yet and wasn't the slightest bit horny, he just felt like he needed to make Jack do something.

Jack took the flaccid cock into his mouth, sucking on it gently, running his tongue around the head. He kept going for a few minutes, the boy not getting and harder. He heard a sniff from above him, but carried on. Gradually the sniffing grew louder and louder, so he let the boy's cock drop from his mouth and looked up.

Seeing Ben was crying, Jack asked nervously, "What's wrong?"

"I NEVER SAID STOP!" Ben snapped furiously, grabbing a handful of Jack's hair and pushing the older teen's face back onto his cock. "Yeah, go on, suck it. Suck the faggot's dick. How does that feel?"

Jack was beginning to get scared, not for his own safety, but for Ben. The boy was clearly distressed.

"Oh forget it!" Ben said, pulling Jack off and stepping aside, tucking his still-soft cock back into his pants. He raised a hand to his cheek, wiping a tear off with the back of his hand.

"Ben, what's wrong?" Jack asked, standing up, moving on front of the younger boy.

"Oh, like you fucking care!" Ben snarled.

"I... I do!" Jack stuttered, surprised to realise he was telling the truth.

"Ugh, forget this!" Ben said, wiping away the final tears. "You've made me cry enough. Not any more! I thought maybe you could give me some answers, help me understand some of this shit, but you're as clueless as I am so I'm done. Next time everyone wants to kick the crap outta you, I'm letting them! Go home, Jack!"

As Ben started marching off back onto the main street, Jack caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder, spinning him round. "Ben, wait!"

"WHAT?"he demanded angrily, pulling free of Jack's hand.

"I... I don't... hate you!" Jack said shakily.

"Then what? You spent the last year just..." Ben started, put paused, lips pursed tightly, shaking his head, breathing heavily, completely unable to speak.

'TELL HIM!' a voice was screaming in Jack's head. 'JUST TELL HIM!'

The two stood in awkward silence for several seconds before Ben shook his head once more and turned around again, walking away. This time, Jack let him go.

Following his confusing encounter with Ben, Jack had gone home and gone straight to his room. It was getting late and he had heard nothing else from his tormentors so he figured they were done with him for the day. He was thinking of going to sleep when he heard his phone buzz.

[Go to chaturbate.com and log in with username SlaveBoyJack, password Jackisgay] It was from Elliott.

Jack stared at the message, reading it a few times. It was not a site he had ever been on, but he had heard of it, so he knew what Elliott was leading up to. He briefly considered going to sleep and pretending he hadn't seen the message, then he remembered Elliott was probably already watching him. With a sigh, he jumped off his bed, satin his desk chair and logged into the site as directed.

[Good, now start broadcasting!] Elliott messaged.

Jack clicked the button and watched as a window popped up, showing himself sitting there in his chair. Immediately he had four viewers. Based on the screen names he figured it was likely Elliott, Ben, Lincoln and Bryce. A few moments later, a fifth viewer appeared in the list. The screen name gave little away but he figured it was maybe Danny.

[Smile for the camera!] Lincoln commented.

Jack stared straight down the camera and attempted to smile, but it came out as more of a grimace.

[Let's see if we can get you some more viewers. Take your shirt off!] Elliott commanded.

A quick glance showed that Jack had already attracted a few more viewers, making him immediately uncomfortable at the thought of removing his clothes. In a way this should have been easier than stripping on stage. At the club there were hundreds of guys and they were right in front of him, yet here he was simply faced with a monitor and a list of names. He quickly figured it was about the anonymity. At the club, his identity was concealed by the mask while the guys watching were visible. Here, his identity was exposed while it was his viewers who remained unseen.

[NOW!] Elliott added after Jack hesitated for several seconds.

Jack glanced once more at the increasingly long list of viewers as he pulled off his shirt. Twenty people were now watching him.

[Play with a nipple!] Lincoln ordered.

Jack placed a hand on his stomach and slid it upwards until his fingers grazed the sensitive mound. He shuddered slightly, a mix of nerves and pleasure. He felt his cock twitch a little from the stimulation. His arousal made him feel even more awkward as he realised it was likely to be on show very soon.

[Both of them now!] Lincoln added.

Jack raised his other hand, one now on each nipple. Thirty viewers.

Other comments started coming in from the other viewers. Some saying hi, others making requests or demands. Jack ignored them all, focusing solely on the words of his owners. Despite the profuse blushing and the increasing feeling of unease, Jack was soon rock hard. One slight positive slipped into his mind – he was likely to be playing with his cock soon, something he had not been able to do for far too long! Admittedly it would be with an audience of fags and perverts, but to actually feel his own fingers wrapping around his boner again would be incredible.

[Okay, stand back and drop your pants!] Elliott commanded. His order got several messages of support from other viewers.

The audience had just hit fifty as Jack stood and pushed his chair aside, taking a couple of steps back to give a full view. His hands trembled as he reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly. Next he popped open the buttons on his pants one at a time. The chat room was going crazy with the excited comments and cheers. By the time Jack's pants hit the floor, he was nearing seventy-five viewers.

Stepping out of the pants and re-taking his seat, Jack scanned the chat for anything from his owners.

[Seventy-five viewers!] Ben had said moments earlier.

[You're on page one of the male cams!] Bryce had added.

Jack was tempted to disconnect the camera, to jump into his bed and hide. Screw the consequences, it couldn't be any worse than this humiliation, could it? Then he remembered some of the things that had already been done to him. They really could be worse and he had no doubt that disobedience at this point would be dealt with harshly. Once again he reminded himself of his earlier determination to see this through, to obey his 'masters' until they freed him.

[Look how hard you are!] Lincoln commented.

[Why so hard showing off to a bunch of guys, huh boy?] Elliott asked.

Jack gulped. It was a good question, one he wanted to ignore but he knew he wouldn't be allowed. He reached for the keyboard and started typing.

[Don't type it. Say it!] Elliott quickly commented.

[But they might hear me!] Jack said, referring to his family in their nearby rooms.

[Guess how many fucks I give about that!] Elliott replied. [Now answer the fucking question!]

"I..." Jack croaked, his mouth suddenly dry. He cleared his throat and tried again. "I'm just horny and I... I like playing with my nipples!" he said, barely louder than a whisper.

[Are you sure it's not because you get to show off for all these guys?] Lincoln teased.

"Yeah I'm sure!" Jack insisted.

[Cos that'd be disgusting, right?] Ben asked, referring to the way Jack had previously described the boy's sexuality.

"No!" Jack said quickly. "I'm just... not gay!"

[Dude, you look pretty gay!] another viewer commented.

[And you're putting on a show for a lot of gay guys!] another added.

[Make $$$ at home today, click the link for more info!!!!1!1!!] another said.

"I'm not gay!" Jack said, louder than he intended.

[Shut up fag and lose the underwear!] someone commented.

[Do it!] Elliott immediately added.

Now more angry than embarrassed, Jack stood up sharply, almost knocking over his chair and pulled down his underwear, kicking it aside. His cock sprang free, pointing skywards, begging to be touched.

The chat went wild once more, viewers now in the triple figures.

[Sit down and calm down!] Bryce sent.

Had it been from anyone else, it likely would have riled him more, but as Jack read it, he pictured himself in bed with Bryce once again. "Calm down, it's okay!" he imagined the muscular teen whispering in his ear as he rested his head on the younger teen's chest. He closed his eyes for a moment as he imagined it and let out a contented mew before sitting back down.

[Who wants to see him stroke it?] Lincoln asked.

The viewers continued to flood in. By the time the comments replying to Lincoln slowed down, it was up to a hundred and fifty, all apparently very much in support of the idea.

[You heard them. Get stroking!] Lincoln sent.

Jack's mind raced as he wrapped his fingers around the thick shaft. His cock felt amazing in his hand, he absolutely loved jerking off and it was one of the things he had missed most during his ten days of servitude. On the other hand, having so many strangers watching him do something that had, until recently, been done in solitude was making his stomach churn. Thankfully though, it did nothing to soften his throbbing cock.

[Hey Jack, tell your audience when you last shot a load!] Lincoln taunted.

Jack stared down the camera, looking downright furious.

[I gave you an order!] Lincoln said when Jack remained silent.

"This morning!" Jack said, looking down at the keyboard.

[And where were you?] Lincoln asked.

"At church," Jack replied.

[Tell us what happened!] Lincoln insisted.

Jack's fists clenched, his stomach churned and felt like he could throw up thinking about it again. "I shot my load... in my pants... in front of my family and the priest!" he explained, trying to sound detached and indifferent, but the wavering in his voice making it clear how distressing it was.

Once more the chat room went into a frenzy, some saying he was sick, others saying it was amazing, many saying they wished they could see it! Since getting naked, the viewing figures had shot up well into the three hundreds.

[Wow, keep going like this and you'll be the top cam on the site!] Ben said.

[If we want that to happen, we should probably spice it up a little!] Elliott added. [Go look in your underwear drawer!]

Jack looked quickly round at the dresser, then back at the screen for a moment before standing up. His cock bobbed about in front of him as he walked, the viewers clearly appreciating the great view of his ass. He pulled open the drawer and saw nothing but socks and underwear. Knowing Elliott wouldn't have sent him over for nothing, he dug a little deeper until he found what he was looking for – it was a dildo, one of the ones made from the mould of his own cock, accompanied by a bottle of lube. He grabbed it and looked back to his desk.

'I can't do this!' he thought to himself. 'Not with all those people watching. I just can't!' He looked down. His cock was throbbing. 'What the fuck's wrong with you?' he thought at his own penis in frustration.

He slowly made his way back and sat down in the chair.

[Show us what you've got] Lincoln requested.

Reluctantly, Jack held up the toy. Five hundred viewers.

[Put it side-by-side with your own cock] Elliott ordered.

Jack leaned back in his seat and held the dildo along with his own skyward-reaching cock. It was immediately obvious that the two were identical.

[That's right, gentlemen. We are about to watch him LITERALLY fuck himself!] Elliott declared excitedly. [Lube it up, boy!]

Jack squirted out a little lube and began stroking it onto the silicone replica. It was bizarre how similar it felt to his own tool, the main difference being the temperature. The toy was cold to the touch compared to his warm, throbbing dick.

[Okay, legs up on the desk. Let's see that hole!] Lincoln ordered.

Jack shuffled down in his chair, the paused. Somehow the thought of having them see his hold was even worse than allowing them to see the rest of him. It was like the very last private part of his body and he was about to lose that privacy too. Not wanting to risk getting another repeated order, Jack raised his legs, resting his ankles on the desk.

Eight hundred viewers.

[Congratulations, Jack. You're currently the number one cam on the site!] Ben announced.

[Get that toy inside you. I want a thousand!] Elliott demanded.

Now shaking all over, Jack moved the toy down, pressing the head of it against his hole. Involuntarily, he clenched. He took a few deep breaths to try and relax himself as he began pushing it in. He let out a gentle moan as it began to slide inside him.

On the show went, Elliott and Lincoln giving their orders, the viewers getting more and more excited as Jack grew increasingly humiliated by how own arousal. While he continued fucking himself, his masters had him alternating between playing with his cock and teasing his nipples.

The need to cum was growing. It was nothing compared to how he had felt the previous day, after days of denial and hours of edging, but still the need was there.

[Do you want to cum?] Elliott asked.

"Yes!" Jack replied immediately, rapidly passing the point of caring how embarrassing the situation was.

[Then beg for it!] Elliott replied.

"Please let me cum," Jack requested.

[Nah, not good enough. I don't believe you want it yet. Fuck yourself faster and really tease those nips!] Elliott replied.

Jack let out a low groan, knowing that the commanded actions would push him closer to the edge, but weren't likely to take him over it. He had learnt that a few nights earlier when he had tried to make himself cum.

The audience, now well over twelve hundred was loving every second. The smooth, young jock pleasuring himself for their entertainment, completely at the command of the two viewers, every few seconds came a message telling Jack that someone had cum from watching him. Jack tried not to read the messages, but it became almost a compulsion. Was hearing about the other guys cumming holding him back from release, or pushing him closer to it? It was getting harder and harder to tell.

[Ready to beg yet?] Elliott asked after ten more minutes.

"Yes. Yes Sir. Please, please let me cum, please I need it!" Jack begged. He wasn't putting on a show or just saying what Elliott wanted to hear, the pleading was genuine.

[Much better. Okay then, you may jerk off for ten seconds. If you haven't cum by then, stop!] Elliott commanded. [And go!]

Jack didn't waste a second. He thrust the dildo in hard and fast while his other hand pumped away furiously on his cock. His moans became desperate whimpers as he felt the orgasm nearing.

[Time's up!] Elliott said, prompting Jack to stop for fear of the repercussions of disobedience.

"No!" Jack whimpered.

[Don't worry, we're not stopping!] Elliott replied. [Keep going. Dildo and nips!]

Jack resumed his self-teasing, wanting more than anything to just grab his cock and shoot.

Several more minutes passed before Elliott said, [Okay, ten seconds again. Go!]

Again Jack jerked off frantically. Again he fell short of reaching his goal. Over and over Elliott had him try and fail. The naked teen was drenched with sweat, panting and whimpering.

[Okay, one more try! Go!] Elliott eventually ordered.

Jack's arm was exhausted, but he moved it as quickly as he was able to. The orgasm was so close, he had to do it this time. He counted down in his head. Ten. He had to cum. Nine. Think sexy thoughts. Eight. Riding Bryce. Seven. Oh yes, that's it. Six. Feeling Bryce inside you. Five. His arms around you. Four. His mouth on yours. Three. His cock shooting inside you. Two....

"YES!" Jack called out excitedly as his cock erupted into a spectacular fountain of cum. After he had drained himself earlier in the day, he was amazed he had anything left in the tank, let alone such an impressive amount. Spurt after spurt shot into the air, splattering down across his body, his arms, his legs and even his desk.

The audience, now numbering around fifteen hundred, went wild. The comments were coming in so fast they were impossible to read. Jack just sat there, his cock still twitching, dildo still inside, attempting to catch his breath.

'Fuck, that was incredible!' Jack thought to himself, tiredness starting to spread through his whole body. 'Even with all those guys watching, that was awesome. Or... was it BECAUSE they're watching. Admit it, you liked the stripping and now enjoyed this!'

Jack wanted to tell himself he was wrong as he sat there watching the number of viewers gradually decline now that the cum shot was out of the way, but he couldn't even bring himself to argue. Perhaps it had been good because of the circumstances, maybe it was because he was so horny from everything that had been done to him that week. He simply didn't have the energy to care.

"May I go?" he asked quietly.

Amongst the still rapidly-moving chat room, he managed to see Elliott's permission to leave. He signed off, briefly considered a shower but instead chose to just wipe himself down, then flopped into bed. He was asleep in seconds.