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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
Chapter 2
THEN
Despite being a Junior, Jack sat with the Seniors on the football team, the whole group laughing collectively at the team's new recruits. More than half of the team was made up of Seniors, but the rest were Juniors and there were even two Sophomores. Jack had taken a particular dislike to the two youngest team members. Who made the team was down to the coach, but that didn't mean the young Captain had to be happy about it.
Jack had always been proud of joining the varsity team so young and while he still held the record for being the youngest in the school, these new boys, Bryce and Lincoln had come dangerously close to breaking that record. More worryingly, it became apparent almost immediately that Bryce had his eyes set on Jack's position as Captain. That was simply unacceptable to the vicious sixteen-year-old.
As soon as Coach Sanders announced the team, Jack had made the decision to bring back a long forgotten tradition from the past of the team – hazing. While he was tempted to go all out, making the new team members strip and commit sordid sexual acts as he knew had been done in the past, he had also been warned about the possible repercussions of that sort of thing. Instead, he opted for something else.
"You look so pretty!" Jack called out with a laugh to the new guys.
Bryce, Lincoln and the other noobs had all been ordered to put on a selection of ladies clothes, then had their faces covered with make-up, mostly giving them over-emphasised red lips making them look more like drag queens than women. Once they were dressed up, Jack had proudly led them through the school halls, forcing them to pose with anyone who wanted a picture, encouraging insults and ridicule from the other students.
While the Juniors had gradually been allowed to return to the locker room and take off the embarrassing outfits, Jack had singled out the two sophomores for some extra humiliation.
"Come on Brycie, you too Linky, give everyone a show!" Jack taunted. "You're gonna stay here until you've earned your place on the team!" As he said it, he pulled a wad of dollar bills out of his pocket and started handing them round to students. "Come on pretty ladies, come and earn your tips!"
Bryce, who was dressed in a tiny crop top that was stretched absurdly over his well-toned chest and a tiny denim skirt that barely covered his ass and cock reluctantly followed along. He wanted to kill Jack, but he knew the captain had all the power and he needed to be on the team. Lincoln, who had been forced into nothing but a two-piece bikini lagged a little further behind. Faces flushed bright red, they started approaching the students who had been handed the money by Jack.
A female student, openly laughing in his face, tucked a dollar bill into the waistline of Bryce's skirt.
"No, no. Not like that!" Jack said, coming back and snatching the dollar back. "I said you've gotta earn it. Dance for the lovely lady!"
Bryce scowled at Jack. It was taking every last ounce of self-control he had not to punch the smug teen in the face. Gritting his teeth, he started gyrating his hips, raising his hands in the air as he did his best to dance 'sexily' for the girl. Lincoln copied, knowing he would likely be the subject of Jack's ire if he didn't. The dance moves got a renewed round of laughter from the students in the hallway who started cheering, hollering and whistling for the two dancers.
Jack simply stood back with the seniors, laughing at the ritual humiliation.
NOW
Jack was frozen in place, Bryce's cock inches from his face. He had been ordered to suck it and already knew the consequences if he didn't. He had just been recorded by the younger teen crawling across the floor and licking up his own cum, the result of a hands-free orgasm. As he considered moving back and refusing the command, all he could see in his mind was his mother watching the video in absolute disgust and disowning him.
"Please..." Jack begged weakly.
"Suck it! I won't tell you again!" Bryce snapped.
Face screwed up in disgust, Jack leant forward, feeling the eyes of the other teens in the room burning into him. He glanced at Bryce's cock for a moment and found it was not quite what he had expected. Not that he ever thought about Bryce's cock, or anyone else's for that matter, but he was still somehow surprised by it. Bryce was big for his age. He had started working out heavily, almost obsessively when he had been accepted onto the team, quickly bulking up into an absolute tank of a young man. His chest was huge, his abs legendary and his biceps had been known to rip the sleeves of many of his shirts in the midst of a pose, which he loved to do.
He was a fairly attractive young man too, yet another thing that made him seem more of a threat to Jack's supremacy of the school. With his dark, cropped hair and piercing hazel eyes, he seemed to have his choice of the girls at school. He liked to keep a very light stubble, something that stood out even more when he was amongst his classmates, many of whom were yet to even start shaving. The cock, though, that was what surprised Jack. He knew the stereotype about the big muscular guys, how they were so often trying to compensate for tiny junk. Even at semi-hardness, Jack could see that the stereotype certainly did not ring true in this particular case.
Jack leant closer and, almost in tears, poked out his tongue and licked the head of the large, cut dick. With his hands behind his back, he was finding it hard to balance and suddenly slipped. The cock plunged fully into his mouth, making Bryce gasp.
"Fuck, the boy's keen!" Bryce called out happily. "You really want that cock, don't you?" he asked, grabbing Jack's hair and lifting his head up.
Coughing from the sudden intrusion into his mouth, Jack's eyes began to water as he looked up. "No, I don't!" he argued feebly.
"Sure you do. Now down you go!" Bryce said with a cruel grin. He thrust Jack's head back down, his rapidly stiffening cock filling his Captain's mouth.
Jack didn't have time to think about hos it tasted, he was simply doing his best not to choke as Bryce started fucking his face. He wondered how any gay guy or girl could ever do this willingly. It was painful, degrading and downright disgusting. Coughing and spluttering, he could feel the cock swelling in his mouth as his nose pressed against coarse, wiry pubes. Struggling for breath, Jack was taking in deep breaths through his nose although that came with the unfortunate side-effect that he was essentially sniffing Bryce's crotch.
"You're a crap cock sucker!" Bryce admonished the restrained boy, releasing his grip on Jack's hair. "Use your tongue!" he commanded.
With his head free, Jack considered pulling off entirely, but knew that if he tried, he would simply be forced back down again. He lifted his head slightly though, allowing his tongue to slide around the swollen head of Bryce's tool. His movements got a series of happy grunts from the large sixteen-year-old, indicating to Jack that he was doing it right.
It sickened him to think that he was sucking cock at all, let alone doing it well, but on he went, following his commands, praying for it all to end. He knew deep inside though that this wouldn't end. He had started serving the others under threat of having his nudity publicly exposed, then he had started committing these depraved acts under threat of having his naked servitude and orgasm publicly exposed. He had absolutely no doubt that this, too, was being recorded to be used as leverage against him. It was a vicious spiral and he knew that he was trapped. At this point it was either do as they said, play along until they got bored and be released or walk away and face public humiliation.
"Okay, turns out you're not a bad cock sucker after all," Bryce said happily, relaxing back into the sofa as Jack continued to suck. "I'm sure your Mom would be so proud if she found out!" he said mockingly, getting a growl in response from the naked boy. Knowing how pissed off Jack was somehow made the blow job more arousing and Bryce felt his orgasm coming.
Jack stumbled backwards as Bryce suddenly stood, pushing him away. Laying awkwardly on the floor with his hands behind his back, Jack looked up in horror as the large teen stood over him, stroked his cock a couple of times and started shooting thick globs of cum all over him.
"Ah fuck!" Jack complained a glob landed on his cheek. The rest landed across his body, peppering him with gooey white blobs.
"Swearing again!" Bryce said, grinning as he flicked the last of the cum from his cock and slid it back into his pants. "Ben, what's the punishment?"
Ben looked overjoyed, not only at the humiliation Jack had been handed by Bryce, but also at the fact he got to dish out another punishment. Not that he needed an excuse to make the older teen suffer, but at least now it felt more justified. "I think you should lick up the cum again!" he ordered.
Jack looked at the boy in disgust. It had been bad enough when it was his own. The thought of licking up someone else's was repulsive. That was when he realised the other problem. "How? I can't lick my own face!" Jack said sharply.
"You're gonna roll over, rub the cum onto the floor, then lick it off that!" Ben explained calmly, getting looks of both amazement and admiration from the others.
"Fuck, that's nasty!" Danny said with a chuckle.
"Oh come on!" Jack complained.
Ben grabbed his phone and quickly snapped a shot of Jack, then held the phone down to show him. "Naked and covered in cum, maybe that could be your new facebook profile pic! Whadda you think?" he asked with a sly smile.
Jack took a deep breath and rolled over onto his front. He could feel the wetness of Bryce's load sandwiched between his body and the wooden floor. He pushed himself along with his feet, ensuring to rub his cheek too to get rid of the glob stuck there. He left a wet, slimy trail as he moved, like an over-sized slug before turning himself round to slide the opposite way, this time lapping up the sticky mess with his tongue. He was breathless by the end of it, partly from the occasional retching, but also because manoeuvring himself in that way was proving quite tiring.
"So who's next?" Ben asked, looking to the other four.
Aaron, Lincoln, Danny and Elliott glanced round at each other. A couple of them were visibly ready for a little oral attention but it was Lincoln who volunteered. "I'll do it!" he said happily.
Jack sighed, tipping his head backwards to look at the other teens. He tried rolling onto his side to get up, knowing what he was being asked to do, but was stopped by a foot on the shoulder.
"Don't worry, I'll come to you!" Lincoln said happily as he stood up. Completely care-free, he dropped his pants and boxer-briefs in a single motion and stepped out of them.
Jack stared up at the sixteen-year-old, amazed at the apparent ease of his exposure. He couldn't help thinking how he could have avoided all of this if he had been as carefree about his body as Lincoln appeared to be. The point was emphasised further as Lincoln pulled off his shirt over his head and threw it aside, now standing there in just his socks.
Lincoln was a polar opposite to Bryce. While the other boy was dark and muscular, Lincoln was a slender blonde, his fair hair always a mess, but fashionably so. His slim torso clearly showed he had good muscle definition. While he lacked Bryce's bulk, he was certainly no slouch in the gym although he trained more for speed and endurance than power. Being blonde, he was fairly smooth, with just a smattering of hair on his lower legs, a modest bush and the beginnings of pit hair. His cock was already rigid. It looked to be similar in length to the one Jack had just been sucking, but seemed somewhat wider, although that may simply have been because Jack was looking up at it looming over him.
Wondering what was about to happen, Jack shuddered slightly as he saw Lincoln position himself with a foot either side of his head and then begin to kneel. He pointed his cock downwards as he got lower. Jack kept his mouth closed as the tip pressed against his lips, but a slightly more insistent push made him open up and accept it. As the cock slid inside the warm, wet cavity, Jack snorted when he felt Lincoln's balls land on his nose.
Much like it had been with Bryce, if he wanted to breath it meant sniffing an intimate part of one of his teammates. Jack closed his eyes wanting to avoid staring straight into Lincoln's butt-crack, but a quick yell from Ben to keep them open and he found himself forced to watch the teen's rear as he bobbed up and down, fucking his mouth.
"MMMMFFFF!" Jack mumbled, all sound muffled by the teen sitting on his face. He felt Lincoln's hands reach down and grab his nipples. He felt his cock stiffening, despite his orgasm less than fifteen minutes earlier.
There he was, naked, restrained with a naked Lincoln sat on his face and fucking his mouth, yet Jack's mind was on something else. He felt appalled at himself for his reaction to nipple stimulation. It was something he had never experienced before. When he jerked off, the focus was on nothing but the cock and when he was with a girl, it was either basic fucking or playing with the girl's tits. Getting turned on because of nipples seemed like something girls were meant to do, not guys, which made his own feelings of exhilaration all the more embarrassing.
Before he knew what was happening, Jack heard Lincoln moaning the suddenly his throat was filled with the teen's spunk. Unprepared, he started choking. Lincoln's cock pulled out and Jack leant to the side, intending to spit it out.
Ben was on him in a shot, pressing a hand over his mouth. "Swallow it!" he hissed.
Jack was retching, coughing into Ben's hand, desperately trying to get rid of the thick load but eventually realised he had no choice and gulped it down in two swallows.
Satisfied that Jack had done as commanded, Ben pulled his hand away and smiled down at the exhausted teen. "You look like you need a break!" he said sympathetically.
"Yes please," Jack nodded, relieved at the sudden offer.
"Great, who wants pizza?" Ben asked. He got a unanimous yes and went off to place the order, leaving Jack alone with the other five.
"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked as soon as Ben was out of the room. "Has the little faggot got something on all of you too? Is that it? Is he making you do this?"
"Un-fucking-believable!" Elliott said, laughing incredulously. "You know Jack, there's been a few times I've sat here watching this where I've thought 'maybe he doesn't deserve this', then you go and open your mouth and prove me wrong." He got up and knelt at Jack's side, leaning in close. "You deserve every single thing we're gonna do to you!" He punched his fist down into Jack's stomach then stood and stormed out of the room.
Jack doubled over in pain at the impact, wheezing slightly. The rest of the boys simply laughed, then started a conversation, completely ignoring Jack.
When Ben walked back in, placing something down on his way. He immediately noticed Elliott's absence but said nothing. Instead he moved over to Jack, giving his pained expression a puzzled look. "Okay, all ordered, should be here pretty soon. Now I think it's time to get you ready!"
"You're gonna make me answer the door naked, aren't you?" Jack groaned unhappily as he rolled onto his back again.
Ben grinned. "No, but I like the way you think. Guys, a hand please?"
The other four got up from their seats then roughly lifted Jack up onto his feet. Jack attempted to struggle free of their grip but knew it was ultimately pointless. Cuffed on both his wrists and ankles, he couldn't have gone anywhere even if he had escaped their grasp. He felt a sudden sense of relief though as the handcuffs were undone. Danny immediately grabbed one arm, holding it down at his side, while Bryce got the other.
"Okay, bend his arm," Ben instructed.
Bryce did as requested, bending Jack's arm so his hand ended up above of his shoulder. Jack watched in dismay as Ben presented a length of rope and began wrapping it around his folded arm. Round and round he wrapped it, then looped it round itself and tied it off in a large knot. This effectively left Jack completely unable to unfold his arm. They did the same with his other arm as Jack began to look more and more distressed.
Occasionally, one of the four holding Jack reached down and tweaked a nipple, laughing collectively as the restrained teen's cock kept alternating between hard and soft.
"Okay, down on his back again!" Ben ordered.
Jack sighed as he found himself getting put back down on the ground. As soon as he was down, the others set about tying his legs in much the same manner as his arms, bending them first then wrapping rope around and through the middle. When they were done, they flipped him over.
Jack quickly realised what they had done. They had made him completely unable to stand, having to crawl around on his elbows and knees to get anywhere. "Oh come on," he groaned, his limbs already aching.
"Aww, he's like a little doggy!" Aaron taunted, running his fingers through Jack's hair, then giving him a quick swat on his rear.
"Yup, and doggy's probably getting thirsty by now," Ben said, stepping across the room. He picked up the dish he had placed down on his way in and placed it on the floor in front of Jack. "Come on puppy, have a drink!"
Jack stared at it, yet another insult to him from the younger teen. He simply shook his head and said, "I'm not thirsty!"
"I SAID DRINK!" Ben yelled furiously. He grabbed a handful of Jack's hair and pushed him face first into the bowl.
Jack's arms splayed out to the side and his knees slid back and has hit the ground, his face going straight into the bowl of water. He coughed and spluttered, water going in his nose and mouth as he gasped at the shock of the boy's violence. For a brief second he worried he might drown, but as his face splashed and tipped the bowl, most of the water drained out of it.
Coughing up the accidentally inhaled water, Jack pulled his head free of Ben's grip and looked up at him. "YOU'RE GONNA FUCKING KILL ME YOU LITTLE PSYCHO!"
Ben looked furious, eyes wide with range. He stormed across the room to a small pile of supplies that had been prepared for the evening. He came back a moment later sporting a large wooden panel. Without warning, he swung it as hard as he could onto Jack's bare rump.
SMACK!
This time, Jack didn't stand a chance of concealing his pain. The paddle was brutal, sending a sharp jolt of pain through Jack's whole body.
"THAT'S FOR SWEARING!" Ben yelled. He dropped the paddle again with another loud SMACK! "That one's for yelling at one of your masters!" SMACK! "And that one's for calling me a psycho!" he said, calming just a little as he vented his aggression.
Jack was openly sobbing now, laying there battered and helpless. Ben continued to stand over him, wielding the wooden board.
"Hey," Lincoln said, standing up and taking the paddle gently from Ben. "Why don't you... cool down for a minute."
Ben was breathing heavily, slightly shaken by his own actions. He found himself extremely grateful of Lincoln's intervention, letting the older boy take the paddle. He nodded and headed out of the room.
Elliott was sat outside in the back garden. Just down the back steps was a bench beneath a large tree. He had been sat there ever since he punched Jack and was only just beginning to calm down. He looked round as he saw movement, Ben walked out of the back door.
"Hey you," Elliott said with a smile. That was when he saw the teen's expression. "Hey, what's wrong?" he asked, standing up.
Ben dashed down the steps towards Elliott, diving into the arms that were stretched out as he approached.
"What's wrong?" Elliott asked in a gentle whisper as he wrapped his arms around Ben.
"I just... I kinda lost control just now!" Ben said back unhappily.
"Hey, we kinda knew that might happen. We both know how you feel about him!" Elliott said back, sliding a hand up Ben's back, letting his fingers disappear into the boy's hair.
"I know. I just... I don't like it. I wanna make him suffer so much, for everything but I hate the way it makes me feel!" Ben mumbled.
"Not all of you hates it!" Elliott sniggered, feeling a firmness against his leg.
Ben pulled away slightly, blushing at his erection. "Shut up. You were pretty hard in there too!"
"Yup, and I can't wait to put it to good use!" Elliott replied with a cheeky grin. He leant down and planted his lips on Ben's, the two kissing for several seconds.
Ben chuckled as they parted and leaned his head against Elliott's chest. "I love you!"
"I love you too!" Elliott replied, kissing the top of the boy's head. "And I am SO glad you thought of all this!"
"Hey, I couldn't have done it without you!" Ben said gratefully. "Using the fear of nudity against him, that was your idea. This wouldn't have happened without you! Any regrets?"
Elliott looked thoughtful for a moment, letting his arms rest on the younger teen's shoulders. "Just one... I haven't fucked him yet!"
Ben chuckled at his lover's comments and nodded, "Don't worry, all in good time!"
When the pizzas arrived, Ben was true to his word and didn't make Jack go to answer the door. Instead he took the pizzas and placed them on the coffee table, the six dressed guys all tucking in to them. Jack just looked on hungrily, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing him ask for food.
"Hey, looks like puppy's hungry!" Elliott said, seeing jack eyeing up the pizzas. "Here, boy. Come and get it!" He pulled off a part of the crust and held it in the palm of his hand.
"I'm not eating out of your hand!" Jack snapped.
"You'll do as you're told or you'll get the paddle again!" Bryce said quickly, trying to avoid Ben's intervention.
Jack sighed heavily and crawled along on his elbows and knees to Elliott's lowered hand. He shot his former friend an angry glare, then moved in to take the morsel. Annoyingly, he found it pulled away at the last second.
"Oh, too slow, pup!" Elliott taunted. "Let's play fetch instead!" He threw the pizza crust across the room, then looked down at Jack.
"You kidding me?" Jack asked in annoyance, looking up again.
"Go get it boy!" Elliott said enthusiastically, like he was talking to an actual dog.
With another sigh, Jack turned and crawled across the room. When he reached the dry bit of bread, he grabbed it with his mouth and swallowed it. The entire routine was attracting lots of laughs and taunts from the others.
"That looks fun. I wanna go!" Lincoln said happily. He pulled off a piece of his own slice of pizza and threw it backwards towards the front door.
Jack looked at Ben for a moment, but the boy's expression very clearly told him he would be forced to do it if he failed to do it willingly. Back and forth Jack crawled across the room, chasing the bits of food the others threw for him, occasionally being ordered to stop at his bowl and get a drink. Every part of him ached already and as much as he wished otherwise, he had no doubt there was more still to come.
Jack was made to clear the pizza boxes away. They were balanced on his back and he was told to take them through to the kitchen and advised he would receive a spanking if he dropped them, which he inevitably did... three times! So three times they were placed on top of him again with his butt growing an increasingly dark shade of red.
As Jack crawled his way back in he looked up nervously at the six ominously silent teens looming over him.
"Aww, poor boy, look how sore that butt is!" Elliott teased, leaning down and rubbing the red cheeks.
Jack flinched and pulled away. Not because it hurt, but he was so pissed at Elliott that he didn't couldn't stand his friend's touch, especially not somewhere so intimate.
"Do you think we should make it better for him?" Ben asked, his tone sounding concerned, but his expression implying otherwise. "Get him up on the sofa."
Elliott, Lincoln and Bryce lifted Jack roughly onto the sofa, finally bringing him up to eye level with everyone else again for the first time in hours.
"Nah, other way up," Ben said, gesturing to flip him over.
Jack got thrown over onto his back, staring nervously at the young men now standing over him.
"You two, pull back his legs!" Elliott ordered Aaron and Lincoln. The two happily complied, reaching forward to grab the ropes binding Jack's legs and pulled. Jack doubled over, his butt raising into the air. It also brought the seventeen-year-old's cock directly over his own face.
'At least it's not somebody else's,' Jack thought to himself.
"Here you go," Ben said, handing a bottle of lotion to Elliott, a glob of it already in his other hand.
Elliott took the bottle, squeezed some out then the two of them started gently rubbing it in to Jack's sore-looking cheeks.
The restrained boy actually let out a slight mew of happiness as he closed his eyes. After all the misery and suffering he had endured so far, it actually felt nice to have someone touching him so tenderly, even if it was a faggot and a traitor touching one of his most private areas. His eyes suddenly shot open as he felt a finger slide into the crack.
"Whoa, hey!" he called out in shock. He felt himself reddening on the cheeks again as he looked up and saw his own cock swelling, right above his face.
The finger dug a little deeper, making contact with his hole. He squirmed desperately to get free, but with his arms restrained and his legs being held, he could barely even wiggle. There were now two fingers in his crack, moving in opposite directions, he figured one each from Elliott and Ben. They caressed back and further, sending little ripples of unwelcome pleasure though the jock's body every time they slide across his tightly puckered sphincter. The back and forth movements slowly came to a stop, both fingers positioned in a most unwelcome spot.
"No no no no no no," Jack pleaded. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was coming next.
As one, Elliott and Ben pushed down with the tips of their fingers. Jack's hole resisted at first as the teen clenched, trying desperately to keep them out. Once he realised that all it would do is make it hurt more, he conceded and relaxed, the tips of the two fingers sliding in together as the puckered opening retracted.
"Aaaaah!" Jack grunted, more from shock and discomfort than actual pain. When he realised what was going to happen, Jack had briefly envisioned their fingers being thrust in savagely, finger-fucking him furiously. Instead, they were being surprisingly gentle, the two digits working in slowly.
"How does it feel, Jacky?" Bryce taunted. "You like having your ass played with?"
"Fuck off, I'm not faggot!" Jack grunted, his humiliation from his position shattering any chance he had of holding his tongue.
Ben and Elliott grinned at each other then said in unison, "No swearing!" They pushed down hard, both fingers suddenly plunged in all the way to the knuckle.
"Yaaaah-ooooh!" Jack called out, at first in pain from the violent intrusion then suddenly feeling something else, something... new! "What the hell's that?" Jack asked desperately.
The two tormentors, fingers still fully inserted, took turns pressing firmly on Jack's magic spot.
"That'll be your prostate!" Elliott said with a chuckle. He leaned down and looked at Jack's throbbing cock. A single bead of precum had oozed from the tip. A look further down revealed Jack's eyes were now tightly closed. "Open your mouth!" he instructed.
"Nuh-uh!" Jack mumbled, squeezing his mouth closed as tightly as his eyes.
Elliott pulled his finger most of the way out, leaving the tip just inside, then thrust back down hard. Jack yelled out in pain, mouth opening wide. Elliott smiled at the reaction and said gently, "Good now, now keep it open!"
As the two teens resumed their alternating prodding of Jack's sensitive prostate, the bead of precum grew and grew until it was heavy enough to drip. Just as Elliott had planned, it fell straight into Jack's mouth.
"Ugh!" Jack scoffed immediately, although the taste wasn't entirely unpleasant. His reaction came mostly from knowing what he was doing and a desire to not appear like he was enjoying it. While he was hating every second, he felt entirely betrayed by his own cock. Why was it hard... and oozing? He couldn't explain it.
"Anyone else want a go?" Ben asked the other four spectators.
Lincoln jumped forward. "Yeah, I'll do it!" he said happily, lubing a finger with the lotion. He stepped round the sofa and took Ben's place.
The swap-over triggered a series of switches. Aaron took Elliott's place, Danny took over from Lincoln, Bryce replaced Aaron. Round it went until all six of them had taken a go at fingering their captive. They all took great pleasure in mocking jack for his ongoing precum production, especially each time another drop fell into his gaping mouth.
Having his most intimate parts played with had felt like rock bottom to Jack, like he could literally sink no lower. That was until he felt it building! By the time it got back round to Elliott and Ben fingering him, he knew an orgasm was imminent. He thought of every unsexy image he could conceived, he tried desperately willing his cock to go down or his prostate to stop sending those little ripples of pleasure every time it was prodded, but nothing worked.
The six teens all watched in amazement as Jack's laboured breathing gradually turned into quiet whimpers, then loud moans before finally giving way to a frustrated shout of pure delight as his cock began spurting his second load of the evening. Much like the precum, the fraught seventeen-year-old's spunk mostly landed in his mouth. He swallowed it without instruction, mostly because he knew spitting it out would be punished and he hated the thought of it just sitting there in his mouth.
A few splatters managed to cover his cheeks, the thick liquid feeling unpleasantly warm on his skin. It only sat there a second before he felt a finger on his cheek, scooping it up. As the finger entered his mouth, Jack heard the single word command, "Suck!"
He opened his eyes and looked up to see Lincoln staring back. He took a breath, then closed his lips around the younger boy's finger and sucked it clean.
"Hey, good idea!" Ben sniggered. As Lincoln's finger emerged, he reached down and pushed his own finger into Jack's mouth.
Jack retched at the thought of where the finger had been, but did his best to suck anyway.
"Eww!" Danny and Bryce both called out.
"Jack, you nasty little bitch!" Aaron said, laughing and averting his eyes.
Jack's legs flopped heavily onto the sofa as they were released as Ben pulled out his finger. He lay there, panting for a moment, lost in his own thoughts. Twice now they had made him cum. Yet neither time had they so much as touched his cock. He had never even known such a thing were possible, so for these guys to know his body seemingly better than he knew it himself was humiliating. He stared blankly at the ceiling, avoiding looking at any of his captors.
"So what's next?" Danny asked eagerly. Unlike Elliott, Ben, Lincoln and, to a certain extent, Bryce, who were mostly showing their own signs of physical arousal, Danny was getting no sexual thrill from Jack's torture. Instead, he was simply getting a great deal of satisfaction from knowing he was suffering for all the things he had done over the years.
"Well we've loosened him up. No point letting that go to waste!" Elliott said, grabbing his erection through his pants.
"You want some privacy?" Aaron asked, unsure if Elliott would want to be watched.
Jack's former best friend smirked as he saw the naked teen glance at him. "No, it's little Jacky's first time. That deserved an audience. Untie his legs!"
The group set about releasing Jack's legs as Elliott began to undress. Jack found himself watching, trying to make eye contact with his friend in a desperate attempt to convince him to stop. Elliott's body had changed somewhat since Jack last saw it. He had seen his friend undress in the changing rooms back when they were on the junior varsity team together and he had been well on the way to becoming as muscular as Bryce, but that had stopped when he dropped out of the team to focus on his studies.
Elliott had continued working out, mostly out of habit from his days on the team, but his focus had mainly been on cardio, so he had now slimmed down somewhat, but still showed excellent muscle definition across his chest and stomach. If anything, being tall and slender he now had more like a swimmer's build. He had really grown into his looks too. Being the blonde-haired, blue-eyed boy, he had always been cute, but as he matured that had blossomed into handsomeness. Jack often questioned his friend about why he wasn't fucking every girl in school. Between the looks and the body, Jack had always insisted he should be 'drowning in pussy'.
Jack let out a sigh of relief as he stretched out his legs, bending them back and forth a few times to try and get the feeling back in them. He was allowed only a brief reprieve as Elliott stepped in front of him, entirely naked. Jack stared open-mouthed. As long as it had been since he had seen Elliott shirtless, it had been even longer since he had seen him entirely naked. His cock hung out in front of him, rock hard and easily nine inches long.
"Dude. Respect!" Bryce said with a sly grin, giving Elliott a fist-bump.
Elliott grinned at the reaction. His cock was his favourite part of his body and while he had been a little nervous at stripping off in front of the others, he knew he would impress. "Come on," he said, grabbing Jack's arm and pulling him up from the sofa.
"Please don't," Jack begged in barely a whisper as he was led around the back of the sofa. "I can't have that thing inside me!"
"Shut up!" Elliott snapped, then pushed Jack over the sofa, bending him over and exposing his hole. He quickly slipped on a condom and applied some of the lotion, feeling a little self-conscious as he stroked the full length of it, but feeling a little aroused at all of the looks of admiration. He stepped forward, guiding the tip into Jack's hole.
"Please," Jack repeated. He had his eyes closed, head tilted down towards the sofa cushions.
Elliott reached forward and grabbed a handful of Jack's hair, the light brown locks gripped tightly between his fingers. He pulled hard, jolting the teen's head upwards and barked, "Open your eyes. Look at them. See them watching you! You close your eyes and I will make this REALLY hurt!"
Jack was almost hyper-ventilating. He wanted to cry, to literally break down and sob in a way he hadn't done for the best part of a decade. He looked at the five spectators, forcing himself to hold back the tears. Being helpless, getting fucked, that was already horrific enough, but looking the others in the eye somehow made it infinitely worse. Knowing they could see him, see his humiliation, standing there watching with expressions of disgust and amusement.
Satisfied that Jack was obeying, Elliott moved forward again, his cock pushing into Jack's rear. As the boy was behaving for now, he kept it slow and gentle. He wanted Jack to suffer, but at the same time he was eager to teach him that behaviour would make things easier and misbehaviour is what earned the real pain. Once he was a couple of inches in, he started pulling back. In he went again, this time an inch further. He continued in this way, in and out, deeper and deeper.
Once he reached about seven inches, he decided to go no further. Jack was a bastard and he needed to suffer, but this was his first time. There was a big difference between a bit of suffering a severe rectal trauma! As much as he wanted to feel the full length of his shaft inside Jack's tantalisingly tight hole, he knew it was probably best not to do that just yet.
Jack was still breathing heavily. Thankfully, although long, Elliott's cock wasn't particularly thick. He could barely imagine how something that long would feel if it was more hefty, he hoped he would never have to find out. For now, his former friend's cock was more than enough to keep him distracted. His own cock was providing a certain level of distraction itself. Despite his orgasm minutes earlier, despite all the pain and embarrassment, it somehow remained ramrod-stiff.
"Oh God he's so tight!" Elliott groaned in delight as his thrusting sped up. His face was a flushed from both the exertion and from fucking for a crowd, but any self-consciousness he felt was easily brushed aside knowing how much worse it was for Jack. "Ah, yeah!" Elliott called out, feeling his imminent release. He pulled out, yanked off the condom and stroked his long tool a few times. His cock began spurting thick wads of spunk onto Jack's back. He didn't achieve quite the same impressive distance of Jack's earlier orgasm, but it was a very hefty load.
Relieved to have the pressure gone from his rear, jack somehow felt more exposed as he felt the warm goo coating his lower back. A moment later, he felt lips against his skin and he realised Elliott was licking the cum off of him. It felt bizarre, but he felt relieved at the fact that at least he wouldn't be forced to swallow another guy's spunk again.
Elliott grabbed Jack's shoulder, pulling him up, but immediately pushed him down onto his knees. Grabbing the restrained teen's cheeks, he tilted his head back and forced his mouth open. He leaned over, bringing his lips to just a few inches above Jack's own.
Staring up at Elliott in shock, Jack thought they were about to kiss. Instead, the taller boy's mouth opened and he spat his entire load directly into Jack's open mouth.
"Ah yes!" Bryce called out, applauding Elliott's treatment of Jack. It triggered a round of cheers from the others.
Elliott stared Jack straight in the eye until the kneeling young man reluctantly swallowed the cocktail of spit and cum, then stood up and accepted the adulation of the others. Jack slumped to the floor, leaning heavily on the back of the sofa, exhausted. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.
"Okay, my turn!" Ben called out happily as Elliott returned to the front of the sofa. "Come on Jack, round here!" he called their slave.
With his arms restrained and legs still weak, Jack struggled to stand, but eventually made it up. As he looked at the other six, he could see Elliott was already half-dressed, while Ben was doing the opposite.
The ginger fifteen-year-old was already shirtless. It was obvious that he did little exercise or sport as he lacked any of the muscle definition of the other in the room, but he was still in fairly good shape, mostly just flat and smooth. The freckles covering his nose and cheeks continued down his neck and onto his shoulders and chest, contrasting heavily against his milky-white skin. Most of the time his eyes were hidden by his long, messy hair, but occasionally there was a slight flash of emerald-green as his eyes appeared.
The teen yanked down his pants first, revealing a very obvious erection barely contained in small, white briefs. These too were gone in a few seconds, revealing a thick, five inch erection, topped with a small patch of ginger pubes, the only hair on the boy's body.
'At least he's not as big as Elliott!' Jack thought to himself as he watched the boy approach. By now he had lost the will to fight back and just sighed, asking, "Where do you want me?"
"Oh, don't worry!" Ben said, reaching up and tapping the taller teen's cheek gently with one hand. "I'm not gonna fuck you. You're gonna fuck me! Untie him!" Ben ordered the others as he jumped and landed flat on his back on the sofa.
Jack wasn't sure how to react. Being restrained, being fingered, being fucked, they were all things that had been done TO him. He had not been given any choice, not that he expected to be given much choice about this, but this was HIM doing things to one of them. It felt... strange! He was still lost in thought as his arms were finally released. As he had done with his legs, he stretched and shook them out, getting the feeling back in them.
Elliott stepped forward and handed Jack a condom, then moved towards Ben, lotion in hand. Instead of passing the bottle to the boy, Elliott squirted a little out then reached down and lubed his hole for him. Ben giggled, Elliott sniggered back, the two exchanging a look that didn't escape Jack's notice.
Staring at the two ring-leaders, he undid the condom and slid it on, then knelt on the sofa as Ben raised his legs.
"Come on then, show this 'faggot' how a real man fucks then!" Ben taunted.
"I... erm..." Jack stuttered, not sure what else to say. He looked down at Ben's hole, positioning his cock against it. A glance to the side showed that the others were watching just as intently as they had when he was getting fucked.
Bryce was groping an erection through his pants as he stared, Danny and Aaron were whispering to each other and sniggering while Lincoln had actually pulled his cock out and was openly masturbating.
"Oh wait, one more thing!" Elliott said quickly, then reached into his pocket and pulled something out. He moved over to jack and placed a small foam plug in each ear.
Jack was confused, wondering why they might have wanted to obscure his hearing, but shook it off. He pushed forward, feeling his cock enter the teen's rear surprisingly easily. He groaned. Despite the ease of entry, the boy's hole was pleasantly tight, squeezing against his rigid cock. He tried his best not to think of why he was still so hard, concentrating solely on doing what he had been ordered to do. At this point, there seemed little else they could do to him, so the continuing hope that each task would be his last was now growing stronger.
As Jack's weariness grew, he was finding it increasingly tempting to tell them all to fuck off, that he didn't care what they put online, he simply wouldn't do any more. Yes it would be humiliating, but at least it would end and they would doubtlessly get into a lot of trouble for it too. Then his mind changed and the thought of having people see him naked or getting fucked just got too much for him. He flipped back and forth between defiance and obedience as he starting thrusting in and out of Ben.
As he glanced down, he could see the boy was talking, but with the earplugs in he had no way to know what it was. At the same time, Elliott was hanging over Jack's shoulder, phone in hand. Occasionally it moved forward enough for Jack to see the screen, seeing his own cock penetrating the ginger boy.
"Ugh, I'm getting close!" Jack moaned surprisingly quickly. How he could be ready to produce a third load truly confounded him, but he could feel it building anyway.
He suddenly felt himself being pulled back, his cock popping out of Ben's hole suddenly, the smaller teen jumping at the sensation. The plugs were yanked out of Jack's ears.
"That's enough!" Elliott said, grinning wickedly.
Jack felt a sudden sense of frustration. To be forced to fuck the little gay-boy had been embarrassing, but at least he had thought he might be able to cum and finally get his cock to go down. Instead, he remained right on the edge, deprived the pleasure of cumming.
"That was perfect!" Bryce said happily.
"And hot!" Lincoln agreed, quickly slipping his cock back into his pants, mildly embarrassed at his own actions.
"So we got it?" Ben asked, standing up. He pulled on his briefs, a tiny wet patch quickly appearing as the precum from the tip of it was soaked into the material.
"Oh you bet we did!" Elliott said happily.
Jack sat on the sofa, looking at the others in confusion as they gathered round him.
"So tell me, Jack. What would you say if we ordered you to walk out into the middle of the street right now and jerk off for everyone to see?" Elliott asked.
"I'd tell you to..." he started, then remembered the rule about swearing. "I'd tell you I'm not doing it."
"Okay, how about if we said you have to..." Ben said, mulling it over for a moment, "Go into school on Monday and pee yourself in class!"
"No. No way! That's it. You've had your fun but we're done!" Jack insisted. He stood up and pushed passed the others, looking round the room. "Where are my clothes? I'm going. Post what you like, I'm done with the whole lot of you faggots!" he snarled angrily.
"Oh really?" Elliott asked, grinning.
Jack found the smile almost as alarming as the lack of immediate repercussions for his outburst.
"Why don't you watch this?" Elliott said, holding out his phone and clicking play.
Jack stared and saw himself fucking Ben. "Yeah, I don't care. Post it, send to whoever the fuck you like, you'll get more shit for it than I will!" he said with a shrug. He simply didn't care now. He had been pushed too far.
Elliott grinned again and turned up the volume.
Jack listened, finally hearing what Ben had been saying while getting fucked. "No. Please stop. Aaah, it hurts. I'm sorry. Please let me go. Please. Stop!" Ben pleaded.
Jack froze, trembling.
"Can anyone tell me what that looks like?" Elliott asked, his smile now a wicked grin.
"Yeah," Bryce said with a smirk. "It looks like about eighteen months in prison!"
"Yes it does!" Elliott agreed. "From this moment on, you belong to us!"
Jack felt nauseous. He couldn't believe he had walked right into it. He had held it back all evening but couldn't do it any more. He fell to his knees, sobbing heavily, his face buried in his hands. After a few seconds, he felt arms wrap around him.
Through his tears Jack heard Elliott whisper in his ear. "I know it doesn't seem fair, but remember... you brought this all on yourself!"