Jack Hamilton

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 17

THEN

"You asked to see me?" Jack said nervously, looking up the bleachers, hand raised to shield his eyes from the Sun. With the blinding light behind him, it was hard to make out what expression was on the older student's face, so his nerves remained frayed following his summoning.

"Yeah, sit down," Craig said, gesturing to his side.

Jack stepped up a couple of rows and sat beside the varsity Captain. It was the last day of freshman year for Jack, which meant last day of senior year for the current King of the school. Ever since he had been selected for the team and then advised by Craig and Coach Sanders that he was being groomed to take Craig's place, it had been his only goal, his sole purpose in life to impress them both. "Wh... what's up?" he asked nervously.

"You're a faggot!" Craig said coldly.

Jack's eyes widened in panic. "What? Why would you.... No, no I'm not!"

Craig started laughing, confusing Jack even more.

"That's how it feels!" Craig said with a snigger. "That's the power I'm giving you. That mortal dread you felt in that split second, that thought of 'he's gonna destroy me!' that's what you're gonna be able to do!"

Jack's shoulders relaxed as he slumped back down in his seat, not even realising how much he had tensed up. "Wow, that's... erm..."

"It's awesome!" Craig said with a wicked grin. "And come next semester, Coach Sanders will bump you up to varsity team and name you the new Captain. I hope you're prepared for that."

"Yeah, I can't wait!" Jack said excitedly.

"No, I mean I hope you're prepared for the crap you'll get for it. The juniors and seniors aren't gonna be happy having a sophomore in charge, they'll do everything they can to take you down. It was hard enough when I took over and I was only a junior. Think you can handle it?" Craig asked.

Jack was surprised that the older teen looked genuinely concerned. In the year Jack had known him, he had never seen him show any kind of concern for the well-being of anybody off of the football field.

"Because I've worked too fucking hard to build up this team to let you go and fuck it up!" Craig added.

There it was. Now it made sense, his concern wasn't for Jack, it was for his legacy. "I won't fuck up!" Jack said firmly.

"Good, you'd better not because I'll be watching and if I see you slip up, if I see you show even the slightest hint of weakness, I'll know about it. The things we do to faggots round here, that'll seem like heaven compared to what I'll do if you fuck up my team. Got it?" Craig said menacingly.

Jack gulped. He had always been intimidated by Craig, but this was the first time he had felt genuinely scared of him. He nodded, unable to speak.

"Great," Craig said, standing up and turning round to face Jack. He held out his hand. "Welcome to the club, Captain!"

Jack stood and took his hand, shaking it, wincing slightly at Craig squeezed.

NOW

"Where are you going?" Elliott asked as Bryce ran for the door.

"Where d'you think? To stop this!" Bryce said, gesturing to the scene playing out on the opposite side of the mirror.

"You can't!" Elliott said, running up to him, holding the door closed.

Bryce raised his hands questioningly. "Why the fuck not? Are you gonna stand here and let Jack do all that shit with his on fucking family?"

"Yes!" Elliott snapped in response.

"Dude, that's fucked up!" Lincoln said, approaching them.

Elliott's jaw clenched as he looked angrily at the two younger teens. "I don't mean I WANT that stuff to happen, I just mean we can't stop it!"

"He's right," Ben agreed approaching the irate group. "We let them know we were in here and they'll know we broke the rules, we'll be out of here for good!"

"That's your concern right now?" Elliott demanded, possibly more annoyed at Ben than at the other two's responses.

"Yeah, it is!" Ben replied, folding his arms moodily. "This may be a fun place for you to hang out and humiliate Jack, but I need this place. It saved my life, literally, so yeah, that IS my fucking concern right now!"

It was the boy's anger and passion that caught the others by surprise more than his actual words. It seemed to calm them a little, making them all stop and think.

Elliott took a deep breath and stepped towards his young lover, gently reaching over his shoulder to place his hand on the back of his neck, pulling him into a quick hug, delivering a kiss to his forehead in the process. "I'm sorry, I didn't think. That just wasn't the problem I was seeing."

"Then what was?" Bryce asked, still waiting to be convinced why he shouldn't just march out there and tell Jack to stop.

Elliott released Ben from the hug, but remained at his side with his arm round the boy's shoulders. "If we go out there now, Jack gets revealed and all hell will break loose. You'll have customers knowing this place is employing someone underage, you'll have Jack's Dad and brother wanting to know exactly why he's doing this, you'll have a bunch of guys who presumably wore masks for a reason pissed that someone has seen them and then we'll probably all be going to jail for what we've done to Jack!"

"Oh!" Bryce said, really beginning to consider the ramifications now. "Well I've at least gotta do this!" he said, retrieving his phone from his pocket and holding it up to the mirrored window into the room.

"What are you doing?" Elliott asked in confusion as Bryce zoomed in and took a couple of pictures.

"Well I'll need some kind of proof to show Jack, you really think he'd believe us if we just told him?" Bryce asked.

"Wait, what, why would we tell him?" Elliott asked, flabbergasted at the suggestion.

"Cos... cos... he deserves to know!" Bryce insisted.

Lincoln and Ben made their way back to the sofa, listening in on the other two discussing what they should do.

Elliott raised his hands to his head, rubbed his forehead for a moment then ran his fingers through his hair, trying desperately not to yell at the younger teen. "No, he can't know! Think about...." he paused, giving Bryce a knowing look, eyes narrowing in response, "all the stuff he's been through today. You imagine going up to him and saying, by the way, your dad and brother secretly attend a gay sex club and today we watched while they fucked you. How d'you think he'd react?"

"Technically, his brother has only fingered him so far!" Ben interrupted. The withering stare he got back from Bryce and Elliott made him shrink back into his seat as Lincoln sniggered.

"Fine," Bryce conceded. "But... I can't lie to him, not after all the fuss I've made about him lying to me!"

"That's okay, that's not a problem. If he just happens to come up to you and ask 'seen any of my family members at a secret gay club', then feel free to be as honest as you like. Just don't bring it up yourself and you won't be lying."

"Technically that's what they call a lie of omission!" Ben interjected.

"I swear, Ben, I WILL come over there!" Elliott snarled.

The younger boy retreated back a little cuddling up to Lincoln for protection as the two sniggered at the whole thing.

Bryce sighed, nodding reluctantly. "You're right, we can't tell him." He sighed again.

"Just come and sit down. May as well enjoy the rest of the show!" Lincoln said, moving further along the sofa, arm still casually around Ben.

They sat down to see what was happening now. After watching for a few minutes, Ben broke the silence as he looked up at Lincoln. "Is it wrong that I'm totally imagined getting spit-roasted by Jack's Dad and brother?"

Lincoln almost choked before bursting into laughter. "Oh my God, you little perv," he replied, shaking his head. After just a moment he added, "But Mr Hamilton really does have an amazing ass."

Ben laughed back.

Elliott looked to Bryce. "Those two are so wrong!" he said with mock disgust.

"Yeah," Bryce agreed. "The older blonde guy clearly has a much nicer ass!" All four burst into laughter this time.

It was halfway through Round Four and Jack was determined to keep the lead he had gotten from his spectacularly uncomfortable orgasm in Round Three. The fourth round was quite simple and involved everyone in the room.

The two slaves had been positioned on short benches about waist high, laying on their backs, asses hanging over one end, heads over the other, hands out to the sides. The four members of the Dom team had then chosen a side for Jack to either jerk them off, suck them or get fucked by them. Whichever team had completed all four orgasms first would win.

Felix had blonde dad's cock in his mouth, ginger and black dads' cocks in either hand and brunette dad fucking him. Jack had black son's cock in his mouth, brunette and ginger son's cocks in his hands and blonde son fucking him.

Jack thought that the dads team might be at a disadvantage. Of the eight Doms in the room, only one of them had ejaculated so far, ginger dad, so in theory he could take the longest to cum. However, if his nickname, Mr Premature, turned out to be accurate once again, there went his potential advantage in this round. He had no idea how many rounds would be involved in this contest, but being two points up was definitely very desirable.

As he lay there, hands pumping away on the two cocks, head between block son's legs, Jack did his best to think of anything else. Anything had to be better than concentrating on the feeling of the cock impaling his ass, the feeling of another young man's balls on his chin as he sucked. Then he realised he had literally nowhere good for his mind to go. Prior to falling victim to Elliott and the others, Jack could always occupy his mind with plays for the team, possible sexual conquests or even new ways to terrorise the faggots at school. Now though, his captaincy was gone, he didn't even dare to think about how any attempts to ask a girl out would go and the 'faggots' at school were probably not afraid of him any more. His school life was ruined, his sports career probably irreparably damaged, his sex life doomed and his social life... well his closest friend was currently on the other side of the mirror, watching him suffer and enjoying every second. His family life had been largely untouched by all the madness, aside from his embarrassing orgasm the previous day at church, although Jack had mostly damaged those relationships himself by avoiding his parents and siblings whenever possible, always having 'better things' to do. Suddenly, concentrating on the four cocks he had been tasked with pleasuring became the most appealing option!

Had Jack not been blindfolded all he could really have seen was black son's ass, so he kept them tightly closed. At the same time, the young man's legs covered his ears, muffling all the sounds into an indistinct murmur. He wished he could stop his other senses too, all he could taste was a steady flow of precum from the cock in his mouth and all he could smell was the musty scent of the man's crotch.

The low humming of noise in the room suddenly grew a little louder, seemingly from the opposite team. 'If they'd won, we'd have stopped!' Jack thought. 'Maybe just one of them had cum, probably Mr Premature!' he sniggered to himself. Suddenly he felt warm wetness on his hand. 'I guess it's hereditary!' he thought to himself. He had guessed who was in what position largely based on cock size, although it alarmed him that he was beginning to get a sense of cock size based on how it felt in his hand, mouth or ass.

The race was really on now. To the best of Jack's knowledge that was one per team. He could do little to speed up or help along the guy fucking him, but he sped up his hand on brunette son's cock while lashing at blonde son's with his tongue.

There were murmurs of sound from above Jack for a moment, then suddenly his mouth was filling with spunk. Black son's sock was not that impressive, but he could really cum. It felt like the biggest load Jack had swallowed so far. He had not been instructed to swallow, but by now it was just becoming second nature to him. In a way it was better. With cum pumping straight down his throat it could be swallowed quickly. Had he spat it out, it would have had to pass over his tongue and he would have tasted it more.

As black son stepped away, Jack regained his senses, taking down deep breaths of air. It was warm in the room and smelled of sex, but compared to the crotch-air he had just been breathing, it felt amazing. He could also hear again.

"Come on, they're ahead!" one of the dads called out, the blonde one, Jack thought.

"Not for... ah, long!" brunette dad growled, thrusting hard into Felix, filling his condom.

Once again it was tied and again that quickly changed as blonde dad filled Felix's mouth with his spunk.

"Come on, jerk him off!" the dads urged Felix who was desperately pumping away on the final cock.

The score equalised moments later as Jack felt blonde son collapse on top of him, his cock spasming in Jack's ass.

This was it, the next orgasm would win the point. Coincidentally it was the cock in both Felix and Jack's left hand that were still to blow, not the ones they primarily used on themselves! Jack's hand worked brunette son, Felix's worked black dad's.

"FUUUUCK!" black dad yelled out as he shot a heavy load over the naked man before him.

"Damn it!" brunette son snapped, punching Jack's hand away. His hand connected hard, much harder than he had intended so he immediately grabbed it and said, "Sorry, didn't mean to do that!"

Jack was mostly oblivious to the stroke anyway, so much of his body was aching now that one more small part made very little difference.

"Okay, Round Five!" blonde son said.

They had stated when they arrived that they were paying by the hour, but the pace of these games was amazing both slaves. They weren't being given so much as a moment to recover between rounds.

"We choose Double-ender!" blonde son announced after a quick team huddle.

Jack and Felix were moved onto the floor, kneeling on all fours, but not restrained in any way. Blindfolded, Jack had no idea of where Felix had been positioned, but based on what he could hear and where the other team seemed to be gathered, he guessed he was right behind him, the two kneeling almost ass-to-ass. Both boys shuddered as they heard a sudden cheer.

"Here," one of the sons said, dropping something onto Jack's hand.

He grabbed what had been dropped. Sadly, another thing he was beginning to know by touch was a dildo. The phallic silicone was immediately apparent to him. He was pleased to note that it wasn't particularly thick, but he shuddered once he began to feel its length. It seemed endless! It was quickly snatched off of him before being given to Felix to give him a similar preview of what was to come.

"That, boys, is twenty-four inches of double-ended silicone and your new worst nightmare," brunette dad announced to them. "In just a moment, an end will be inserted into each of you and the contest will begin. Your goal is to force twelve inches of it into your opponent before he can do the same to you!" Not that either slave could see it, but there was a thick black line round the middle of the dildo, the point it would have to reach for one of them to win.

Jack's breathing deepened as he began to panic. So far, the longest he thing he had ever taken was Elliott's cock. That was just under ten inches and it was as much as he could handle. He needed to win this round, not only to take back the lead, but because he was genuinely scared of losing! He felt fingers on his ass, roughly applying more lube. He didn't feel he needed it, he still felt fully slicked from his fucking minutes earlier, but he figured it was done with the intention of making the task harder.

One end of the dildo was inserted into Felix, just the first couple of inches, then Jack was moved into place and a similar length was inserted into him. With twenty inches of dildo hanging between them, ginger dad knelt beside it, holding up the middle to ensure it didn't just drop and pull out of both slaves.

"Ready to push?" ginger dad asked. Getting a slight grunt from them both, he called out, "Go!"

Jack clenched, but just a little slower than Felix had acted. The toy suddenly pushed another couple of inches into him before his sphincter gripped onto it. Satisfied he could stop it sliding any further in for now, Jack began to push back. The grunt he heard from Felix suggested it had been successful.

Both teams were yelling support for their slave and hurling abuse at the opponents as the two kneeling boys pushed back and forth, never of them allowing any more of the huge phallus to enter them for now.

Clenching as tightly as he could, Felix started pushing back hard.

Whimpering in protest but unable to stop it, the slippery silicone gradually started sliding further and further into him. He soon had a length inside him equivalent to Lincoln's cock. Knowing that simply clenching wasn't going to let him win, Jack decided on a quick strategy. For just a moment, he stopped resisting. As expected, Felix's firm pushing thrust it in further, taking it up to the equivalent of Bryce's cock (length only, thankfully, not girth). The sudden movement caught Felix a little by surprise, making him stagger slightly. Jack was quick to jump on the momentary weakness, clamping his sphincter hard on the toy and thrusting himself backwards.

Felix let out a sudden yelp as around six inches of dildo shot inside him. Thankfully, Jack had to pause to shuffle backwards a bit before he could push any further. Another inch slid inside him before he managed to stop it again.

Felix currently had around nine inches inside him, while Jack was slightly over seven. Once again they returned to a stalemate. With only eight inches of the toy still exposed, ginger dad was able to release it and move away, joining his team in heckling their slaves. Unable to risk any more 'tricks', it was now a straightforward trial of strength and resistance.

Both began losing ground, Jack slightly more than his opponent. The two teams went quiet, crowding around as millimetre after millimetre slid into the slaves, their asses now almost touching.

Jack was groaning with pleasure in amongst his whimpers of pain. He had just passed the equivalent length of Elliott's colossal tool. He started wondering is it was even possible to take something so big, convinced it was going to break something inside him. Thankfully, the toy was providing virtually no sexual stimulation so his cock hung down limply. When they started, he had dreaded the prospect of looking like he was enjoying it.

Jack suddenly felt warmth on his ass. Felix's butt cheeks made contact with his own, slowly pressing harder and harder, but with no indication of a success yet from either team, he had no idea whether he was pushing onto Felix or vice versa.

"Well fuck it!" blonde dad declared in bemused annoyance. "Looks like a tie to me!"

His son leaned in to verify it for the younger team. "Yup, looks that way!" he agreed.

"Two and a half points to each team then!" brunette son declared.

In the observation room, despite his protestations that it all needed to be stopped, Bryce was watching just as intently as the other three. "Fuck, how does that even fit inside someone?" he asked, absent-mindedly fondling his cock.

"No idea, I can only just take this!" Ben said, reaching into Elliott's lap and wrapping his fingers around the semi-hard cock laying along his leg.

"Yeah, I don't even know how you do that!" Bryce said, shaking his head.

"You ever even had anything up your ass?" Elliott asked, looking to the muscular teen beside him.

Bryce began blushing. It seemed strange. He had been naked in front of the other three multiple times. He had fucked in front of them, jerked off, been sucked and cum so many times yet actually talking to them about such things still seemed a little awkward. "Only... a finger!" he confessed shyly.

"How about you?" Elliott asked, looking to Lincoln.

"Nope, nothing!" Lincoln said casually, less bothered about the subject than Bryce.

In all of this, Bryce and Lincoln had been two of the biggest surprises. Neither of them had given any prior indication of bisexuality or even bi-curiousness, yet here they were as much into all the sexual antics just as much as the two gays sat between them. They had never been anti-gay, unlike Jack, Elliott just figured it was something that had simply never crossed their mind until the opportunity presented itself. There was also the other, exceedingly simple, possible explanation... they were sixteen and horny as fuck, that was always something that could result in questionable sexual choices!

"You should try it!" Ben said, grinning at Lincoln, then leaned forward to look across at Bryce, "And you should definitely try something a bit bigger... and deeper!"

"How about you?" Lincoln returned Elliott's question. "I mean, a cock like that is made for fucking, but you guys ever switch it up? I think it'd be pretty hot to see cute lil Benny here fucking you!"

Ben giggled, leaning into Lincoln a bit firmer. "You think I'm cute?"

"Don't ruin it!" Lincoln said with a smirk, then turned his attention back to Elliott, awaiting an answer.

"I love playing with my ass, but Ben..." Elliott started, pausing to look at his boyfriend, "he's really not a top!"

"He can act like one!" Bryce said, leaning forward and giving the boy a quick wink.

"Ah!" Elliott said. "Common mistake, he can act like a Dom, not all Doms are tops!"

"Oh," Lincoln replied, not completely sure he understood. All these terms and concepts were still quite new to him.

"So does that mean you sometimes let him Dom you?" Bryce asked, trying to embarrass Elliott.

Instead of blushing, Elliott grinned. "Fuck yeah, and it's hot!" he said happily, thinking back to the times Ben had taken charge of him.

"Okay, I kinda wanna see that," Bryce said, cheeks burning red.

Sexual tension seeming to be growing amongst the whole quartet, awkward silence fell, over them so they turned their attention back to the room where it appeared Jack had been prepared for Round Six.

Jack and Felix were stood once again, their wrists once again in the overheard restraints, but this time they were back to back. After the game with the dildo, they had been forced to stand without taking it out and now stood with it still inside them. Ropes had also been tied around their necks, not enough to choke them, just enough to keep them pressed up against each other.

Both of them had been put in ankle spreaders, a long wooden bar between their feet, spreading their legs wide, then again attached to each other. It seemed the only point at which the two slaves were not directly held together was around their hips. In front of each of them, a small stand had been erected, topped with a well-lubricated fleshlight.

Much to Jack's embarrassment, being moved into place, feeling the dildo moving inside him and having his team occasionally touching as they positioned him, his cock had sprung back to life. He wondered if he had been drugged again. He had been given viagra before, perhaps they had managed to slip him the drug more often than he realised. That would explain his reaction to all of these things. It was surely a more believable reason than the possibility that he was actually enjoying it on some level.

The flehslights were moved into position, with the heads of the two slaves' cocks just inside the tight opening. That alone was enough to get grunts of pleasure from them both.

"Here's an easy one for you," ginger dad told the two boys. "Fuck the fleshlights. First to cum, wins!"

Jack groaned. It had not been that long since his last two orgasms, they couldn't expect him to have another, his cock had barely recovered. This time he felt that it was the dads team who had the advantage. While there was no doubt Felix's cock was also still sensitive from his post-orgasm torture, he had not reached the point of a second climax, so he should still have another 'in the tank'. The lack of any unhappy noises from his opponent suggested that he may feel the same.

"And go!" ginger dad said, not wanting to waste any time.

Jack thrust his hips forward and simultaneously felt two things. His cock slid into the fleshlight, sending a surge of electricity from his cock right through his whole body, while he felt a similar stimulation in his ass as the huge dildo pulled out a few inches. With a groan he pulled back and found yet another unpleasant surprise. He had known he would likely face the return of the dildo to his insides, but what he hadn't expected was the extra couple of inches he received from Felix.

The dads team slave had obviously caught on quicker than Jack and clamped down on the toy before pushing back from his first thrust into the fleshlight.

Jacks guts felt like they were on fire. Somehow, inexplicably, he had somewhere in the region of thirteen inches of silicone cock inside him. He hung there limply, legs going weak, wrists supporting most of his weight, sending a jolt of pain through his shoulders.

"Keep going!" one of the sons yelled, a flogger connecting sharply with Jack's chest.

"Hmmm!" Jack moaned, only just holding himself back from shouting at them. He thrust forward again, his cock sliding into the toy. This time he clenched his ass for the backwards movement although with Felix doing the same, all he managed to do was take the same amount into him again rather than pushing any of it back.

The flogger struck him again. Terror suddenly surged through Jack. It wasn't fear of the flogger or the dildo or his possible third orgasm, it was the terror of realisation... he felt aroused. The feelings surging through him... were actually mildly enjoyable. All of it, the pain, the pleasure, the total lack of control, all merged together into an ensemble of exhilaration.

'Fuck!' Jack thought to himself, groaning happily as his cock slid in and out the fleshlight quite rapidly.

Seeing that their flogging was indeed spurring their slave on, the sons continued to do it, moving up and down Jack's body, reddening the skin with its gentle stings.

Jack got faster and faster with his fucking. As an unfortunate side-effect, he rapid movements were fucking Felix with the dildo quite pleasantly. With less of it in him and more in Jack, it was now pressing more against his prostate.

Enjoyment and achieving orgasm were quite different things for Jack. He was definitely achieving the first, but the second seemed to remain elusive. Instead, a cheer went up from the dads as Felix grunted loudly, cock twitching inside the toy.

With the dads team in the lead, the sons team chose the next round based on what they were beginning to find was one of Jack's strengths, pain resistance.

The rope around Jack and Felix's necks was released and then, comedically, both boys were grabbed by the feet and pulled. Dangling from their wrist restraints, their asses began to part and the toy started to slide out. It fell out of Felix first before the final few inches emerged from Jack, the huge dildo dropping the ground with a heavy thud.

When the two slaves were lowered back down, they were turned so they now faced each other, their bodies pressing together. Jack had seen Felix naked and knew he was well muscled, but actually feeling the firmness of it against his body was yet another sensation he found reluctantly arousing. Having missed out on orgasming in the previous round, he was already hard again, his cock pressed between their two bodies.

Despite the obvious competitiveness between the two, there was also a sense of camaraderie between them, some kind of bond over their shared suffering. At almost the same time, they allowed their heads to rest on each other's shoulders in a kind of armless hug.

"Round Seven, we'll keep going until one of you says stop!" blonde dad called out.

Both boys suspected what was coming. As they felt simultaneous lashes across their backs their suspicions were proven correct. It went on and on, canes, floggers, paddles, hands, anything the two teams could use, working everywhere from neck down to ankles. Jack wondered why they didn't focus on a single spot, particularly his ass which still had to be bright red from the earlier spanking, it would have made him quite much quicker, but he soon noticed no two strikes were in the same place consecutively. Maybe it was a rule of theirs, spread the pain round, not only to avoid permanent damage (which was understandably banned by Isaac) but also to prolong the suffering.

Jack occasionally found himself tempted to quit, not only to end his own pain, but to get relief for Felix who was whimpering in his ear, but refused to allow himself to quit. His stubbornness soon kicked in. Orgasms were often out of his control and some of the other tasks he was unable win at, but this was a matter of sheer will, something he could control. That wasn't all though, other thoughts floated through Jack's mind, strengthening his resolve.

'You hurt Aaron, you deserve this. Don't let those fuckers in there see you quit. You actually enjoyed some of that shit before, let them beat it out of you, you deserve pain for it.' The thoughts kept rolling round his mind, looping over and over as the strikes on his rear continued.

"Stop!" he finally heard in a quiet moan from Felix.

Jack felt sorry for his rival, subconsciously nuzzling him sympathetically, but felt quite relieved to have won and once again equalised the score. The cheers from the sons revealed they too were quite happy with the result.

"Fuck it, it's tied again!" brunette dad groaned.

"Fine. One last round to decide, then we get our prize!" blonde dad said confidently.

"Okay, what we doing?" black son asked.

'Nothing with orgasms!' Jack thought desperately to himself.

"How about a good old fashioned wrestling match!" ginger dad suggested.

The idea seemed as good as any other, so they went with it. Figuring it would probably be a crap match if they did it blindfolded, the eight men put their masks back on and removed the two slaves' blindfolds.

Blinking several times to get used to the lights, Jack looked round to see Felix, who looked exhausted. A quick look into the mirror revealed Jack looked equally dishevelled. Felix gave him a slight smile and got one back in return.

There were a couple of mats stood up in one of the corners, so they were dragged to the middle of the room and dropped down.

"Let's get them ready!" blonde son said with a snigger, gesturing to the supply cabinet.

Jack and Felix were forced to stand in place as they were 'prepared' for their fight. Every inch of them was smothered in baby oil. Had the sensation of being touched all over not already stiffened Jack's cock once more, the sight of the oiled-up Felix would have done the job. The sheen on his skin accentuated every muscle and curve. Just for good measure, each of them had a vibrating putt plug shoved inside their asses and a clamp attached to each nipple. Putting on the clamps had almost floored Jack with his overly-sensitive nipples. They all knew they would soon be knocked off, but the momentary sting of their removal could add a fun dimension to the fight.

"Okay, first to pin their opponent for a three count wins!" black dad said quite simply.

Flex and Jack faced each other across the mat, lunging at each other as soon as they were signalled to begin. Their bodies pressed together, pushing hard against each other, but only for a moment before the baby oil got the better of them and they slipped, simultaneously losing their footing and dropping down heavily, limbs tangled.

It was less a wrestling match and more like aggressive foreplay as the two naked young men rolled around with, or on, each other. Cocks pressed together and slid apart, nipple clamps were knocked off, or in the case of one, ripped off deliberately by Felix who flashed Jack a cheeky grin as he did it.

Jack managed to get Felix onto his back, hooking a leg to pin him. Felix slipped free, thankful for the oil assisting him. He turned it around, getting Jack into the position he had just been in. Back and forth the tide of battle turned. Suddenly, it was over. Felix had pinned Jack and the three count was given. It was so quick it caught them both by surprise.

Ginger dad raised Felix's hand in victory, but it dropped to the mat as soon as he released it, both slaves spent.

"Time to pay up, boys!" brunette dad called out.

"Nice try," blonde son said, helping Jack to his feet. "You two can go now, your part's done!"

Jack nodded his understanding, then reached down to help Felix up, who had already been forgotten by the dads.

As soon as Felix was on his feet, he gestured for Jack to follow him. They grabbed their neatly folded piles of clothes from where they had left them, then exited the room. Felix led them down the hall into a shower room. They placed down their clothing and walked towards the showers.

It had only just dawned on them that they were allowed to talk. "Holy fuck," Felix said, shaking his head as he turned on one of the showers. "That was intense!"

"Yeah," Jack croaked, his throat dry. He coughed to clear it as he turned on the shower beside Felix's. He could have gone on the opposite side of the room, but he had just followed. "I ache... everywhere!"

They both let out satisfied moans as the warm water washed over their bodies.

"Are you really gonna shower with that thing on?" Felix asked, gesturing to Jack's mask.

"Oh... erm..." Jack hesitated.

Felix sniggered. "Hey you can trust me, but if you still don't feel right I can move across there," he said, gesturing to the showers across the other side.

"No, it's okay!" Jack said. He reached up and pulled it off, tossing it across to his clothes.

Felix stared at him. "Oh my God, you're him... you're THAT Jack! Jack Hamilton!"

Panic spread over the teen's face. Felix knew him?

"Wow, I'm a huge fan," Felix said, looking genuinely amazed.

"Of... of what?" Jack asked, still a little scared.

Felix laughed. "Your pictures. You popped up on my tumblr feed a few days ago, been following your blog since!"

"Oh!" Jack said, blushing and looking increasingly uncomfortable.

"Sorry, that was meant to be a good thing," Felix said, seeing the expression on his face. "Your pictures are so fucking hot. You've got some serious balls!"

'Yeah, and just about everyone has seen them!' Jack thought, but remained silent.

"This is totally embarrassing but I may have... jerked off... to your pics!" Felix confessed as he washed himself down.

Jack's cock twitched. 'What the fuck?' Jack thought, feeling his own arousal. "You... you did?"

"Yeah," Felix replied with a coy smile. "I kept hoping for the uncensored pics of your cam show to pop up. I had no idea I was gonna get a live performance!"

Jack actually chuckled. Felix really was gushing now, it was like he had met a celebrity or something. The older slaveboy blushed a little as he glanced down at his own now-rigid cock.

"Geez, I don't know how you've still got in ya!" Jack sniggered.

"Oh really?" Felix replied, nodding to Jack's quickly-stiffening tool.

"Oh, that's... erm..." Jack stuttered, completely at a loss to explain it.

Felix shrugged. "Hey, no biggie," he said softly, sensing Jack's hesitation. "Let's just get clean. I think I'll need about six showers!"

"Yeah, me too," Jack agreed shyly, glad that Felix hadn't pushed.

Jack finished showering first, grabbing a towel from the pile near the door to dry off. When he finished dressing, Felix was only just leaving the shower.

"Hey, could I... get your number," Felix requested.

Jack blushed, unsure if there was some deeper meaning behind the request.

"For... for work," Felix said with a sly grin. "Maybe plan some shows together! Guess I'll need the work if I'm not getting tipped for tonight. Well done on the win btw."

"Oh, yeah, thanks. Erm...sure, we can plan something!" Jack said happily. Happily? Coming here was torture, literally, his 'friends' were using it to torture him yet here he was making friends and plans. He reached out and took Felix's phone, typed in his number and handed it back with a smile.

"Thanks. Guess I'll see you around then," Felix said as Jack backed towards the door.

Jack turned and walked out, then paused. He did a one-eighty and walked back in, surprising Felix. Without a word, he walked up to him, pushed him against the wall and kissed him firmly on the lips.

"Wh... what was that for?" Felix asked, staring wide-eyed.

Jack was shaking. "I... genuinely have absolutely no idea! See you around!" He turned and walked out again, heading downstairs into the staff area where he could hear his 'friends' talking.

Silence fell over them as Jack appeared. They had expected him angry, moody, maybe exhausted. Instead, the look on his face was... almost serene.

"You okay?" Bryce asked.

Realising he was almost smiling, Jack forced a scowl onto his face and shrugged non-committally.

Isaac appeared from the office, a large wad of cash in hand. "Congrats. I heard you won. Here." he held out his hand with the money.

Jack took it and started counting.

"It's all there!" Isaac said sharply.

"Oh, no, I wasn't..." Jack started, then handed back half of the money. "Here, give this to Felix, he earned it!"

Isaac nodded, impressed by the boy's generosity. The other four, on the other hand, were totally floored by the gesture.

"Shut up!" Jack said sharply before any of the others could say anything, then headed for the parking lot.

The drive back was bizarrely sombre. Jack had expected them all to have a lot to say about the show but they barely spoke. Was it the kind act they had witnessed as they left? Had it softened them? Or were they perhaps simply getting bored of these games? He desperately hoped for the latter. If they were finally tiring of harassing him, perhaps freedom was imminent. He had to hope so, he really had nothing else they could take from him, he realised, the memories of his awful day creeping back into his mind.

After the last show he had put on at the club, he had been so exhausted that he fell asleep on Bryce for the journey home. Today, despite his exhaustion, he remained alert and awake. They had been driving, in silence for about ten minutes, before Jack moved. Cautiously, he grabbed Bryce's arm and raised it, leaned into him, then pulled the arm down around him. Bryce made no move to resist it, squeezing him gently as his arm was lowered.

As Elliott glanced in the rear-view mirror, he stretched up slightly to get a view of the passengers in the back and realised Jack was staring right at him. He drooped back down into his seat and continued driving.

Jack had been dropped off at home first for a change, jumping out of the car without a word. He had gone into the house and headed straight to his room. He changed into looser clothes and lay on his bed, initially on his back until he realised how much his entire rear half stung. Laying on his front wasn't much better, his cock was still sensitive and any pressure on it felt quite intense.

Jack's phone beeped after he had been laying there for a few minutes. He sighed as he reached for it, figuring it was just some orders from one of the others as none had been given when he got out of the car. Instead he was surprised to see a message from an unknown number.

[Hey Jack, it's Felix. Just wanted to give you my number and say thanks. You didn't have to do that with the money!]

Jack felt a fluttering in his chest. [No big deal. I get a feeling you'd have done the same if you'd won!]

[You kissed me!] Felix replied. Moments later it was followed by a second message. [Sorry, that wasn't meant to be so blunt! :-S]

[Sorry about that, I don't know what that was] Jack replied honestly.

[Maybe you like me hehe] Felix said playfully.

Jack looked at the last message, reading it over and over, the fluttering in his chest intensifying. [I'm not gay!] Jack replied, regretting it the moment he sent it.

[Ah cool, let's just put it down to relief from finishing the job or something then] Felix sent back.

Jack felt awful. It seemed like Felix was interested and he could entirely understand how he might have had the impression the feeling was mutual, so it felt awful to let him down like that. [Yeah, probably just that. Anyway, I think I need another shower!]

[Same here. Take care, chat soon x]

Jack didn't send any more messages back, worried he might somehow make things even worse. He got up off the bed, figuring that a shower might relieve some of the stinging. He headed for the bathroom, tossing his clothes on the chair as he went.

He stood in the shower much longer than he needed to, just enjoying the feeling of the cool water down his back. He figured it was probably time to get out when he started shivering! As he walked back into his room, towel wrapped around his waist, he let out a quiet yelp as he saw someone sitting on his bed.

"Hey bro," Davis said with a smile. "Just got back and saw the light on, figured I'd come check in on ya but you didn't answer, so I let myself in."

Being partially naked in front of a family member still seemed uncomfortable to Jack. He wanted to turn away, but knew that doing so would reveal the lines and welts on his back from his earlier beating. "Check in on me?" he asked nervously.

"Yeah, you know... see how you're doing!" Davis said, frowning.

"Why? I'm... I'm fine!" Jack insisted.

"You've been acting weird all week, you orgasmed in front of us at the church and then last night I found you asleep in your shower!" Davis said bluntly.

Jack froze. "That was you?" he asked in shock. "And I didn't..."

"Save it. Mum and Father Bernard might have bought that you peed yourself, but I know an orgasm when I see one!" Davis said sharply. "Are you okay?"

"Well I think I'd be better if this conversation was already over!" Jack said pointedly. He sighed, knowing his big brother meant well. "Look, thanks for your concern and... and the towels last night, but really, I'm fine!"

"You sure? You know you can talk to me!" Davis insisted.

Jack paused for a moment. Could he tell him? Could he be trusted with the secret or was he yet another of Elliott and Ben's accomplices? It wasn't worth the risk. If the others were getting bored of torturing him, his ordeal could be close to being over. "I do. Thanks." Jack said. His shyness got the better of him, he took a few sideward steps towards his discarded t-shirt on the chair hoping to cover up.

Suddenly Davis' eyes widened. As Jack moved, his back had become visible in the mirror behind him. "Jack, what happened to your back?" he demanded.

"What, erm, nothing!" Jack insisted, quickly attempting to pull on the t-shirt.

Davis virtually jumped across the room, yanked the t-shirt out of Jack's hand and span him round. He looked in horror at the bright red lines, marks and bruises already forming down his little brother's entire back.

"What the hell did he do to you?" Davis asked in shock.

"Nothing, it's just..." Jack started, then paused. "He? He who?"

Now it was Davis' turn to look nervous but it lasted just a second before a strange expression covered his face. "No," he whispered to himself. "Jack, show me your left arm!"

"What? Why?" Jack asked, raising his arm.

It was faint but it was there, a small bruise forming exactly where Davis had hoped not to see it. "You were at the club!" he said accusingly, taking a step back.

"You know about the club? Jack asked, thoroughly confused.

"Jack, I was there... you... you were on MY team!" Davis said. He looked just about ready to throw up.

Jack heard what his brother said, but couldn't take it in. It wasn't possible. This had to be some twisted trick, some horrific prank at his expense.

"He said he was only messing around with you at school, but... he's making you go there, isn't he?" Davis asked, shaking his head.

"Who?" Jack asked, beginning to tremble.

"Elliott, he's making you do all of it, isn't he?"

"You... you know?" Jack asked, eyes wide. "Tell me everything!"

Ben giggled as Elliott's fingers tickled at his side. They were laying together on the older teen's bed, cuddling.

"Stop it!" Ben said, playfully pushing Elliott's hand away as he squirmed.

"Make me!" Elliott said back, tickling his lover again.

"Okay!" Ben said, happily accepting the challenge. He scrambled on top of Elliott, straddled his hips then leant down, bringing their lips together.

Elliott growled happily into Ben's mouth as their tongues wrestled. He wrapped his arms around his young lover and rolled over. Ben ended up on his back, with Elliott on top, still kissing.

Ben felt Elliott pull his arms up, pinning them down onto the bed above his head. The older teen pulled out of the kiss, immediately burying his face into Ben's neck, kissing and licking at it, gradually working up towards his earlobe, making Ben giggle playfully once again.

"Elliott," Ben whispered.

"Yeah?" Elliott asked, lifting his head and staring down into the boy's beautiful green eyes.

"I... love you!" Ben said nervously.

Elliott stared. They had said it to each other plenty of times before, but after today he wasn't quite sure how to respond. Mostly to avoid having to say anything, Elliott leant down again, kissing the boy. Keeping his lips on his young lover, Elliott began to work his way downwards, kissing his jaw, neck, shoulder, chest and stomach before pulling off and grinning up at him.

Ben's cock throbbed. He knew what was about to happen. Cumming while getting fucked by Elliott was most definitely his favourite way to reach climax, but feeling his boyfriend's lips around his boner was easily a close second. "Go on, do it," he whispered hungrily.

"I dunno," Elliott said, pausing to slide his tongue along the teen's solid shaft just once, "I'm not sure you want it enough!"

"Oh God, I do. Please, please Elliott, please I need it. I've gotta cum!" Ben begged. His desire wasn't quite as strong as he made out, but he knew it always turned Elliott on to hear him beg.

"Well... okay then!" Elliott said, taking the straining tool between his lips slowly.

Suddenly the door slammed open. "You!" Jack snarled, pointing at Elliott.

"What the hell, Jack?" Elliott asked, jumping off the bed.

Jack saw his car keys laying on Elliott's desk. He snatched them up and said angrily, "To the car, now! We need to talk!"