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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
Chapter 5
THEN
"Come on Jack, isn't that enough?" Danny asked, already shrinking away from the aggressive teen.
Jack turned and grabbed the front of Danny's shirt, pulling his face close. "I'll say when it's enough. So unless you wanna be kicked off the team, you'll fucking do it!" Jack growled, eyes wide with rage.
"Okay, fine!" Danny conceded, prompting Jack to release him. He turned to face the smaller, ginger boy and did his best to look scary. Considering how he towered over Ben, it was quite easy to do. He swung open the locker door and looked Jack's current victim, grabbing him by the collar and pushing him into the opening.
"Stop it!" Ben pleaded, struggling in vain. With Jack, Danny and Elliott all gathered round him, he had no chance of escaping.
Danny pushed Ben the rest of the way in and Jack slammed the door.
"Just pretend it's a closet, you spent fifteen years in one of those, you should feel right at home you little faggot!" Jack laughed. He looked to Danny who started laughing too, then Elliott who just shrugged blankly. "Whatever, that was fucking funny!"
"Let me out!" Ben pleaded.
Jack banged both hands on the locker repeatedly, the noise echoing around the room.
Elliott flinched, knowing how loud and intimidating it must have been to the boy inside.
"Shut the fuck up. You say another word and kick the crap outta ya!" Jack yelled. He walked away and beckoned the others to follow. "Come on, I'm bored of the little fag!"
The three teens headed out of the locker room. Danny looked to the others and asked, "What you guys wanna do?"
"I need a beer!" Jack said moodily. "Let's head to the park."
"Come on, shouldn't we let him out?" Elliott asked, looking back to the lockers.
"What? Why out him in there if you're just gonna let him out?" Jack asked, loking at his best friend questioningly.
"But it's Friday and most people are already gone. He could be stuck in there all weekend!" Elliott explained.
Jack began laughing. "Yeah, that'd be awesome." He looked to Danny who wasn't laughing, the bigger teen realising what he was doing wrong and instantly joining in.
Elliott forced a smirk. "Yeah, that'd be... great. Oh, hey, erm... I'll catch up with you," Elliott said, backing away. "I just remembered Higgins wanted me to come see him about some homework I fucked up on. He might still be here."
"Whatever!" Jack said dismissively, still sniggering at the prospect of Ben being trapped all weekend. Laughing along reluctantly, Danny followed.
Satisfied that the others were gone, Elliott ran back into the locker room. As he got closer to the locker containing Ben, he could hear quiet sobbing. He opened it up and the teen flinched back, obviously scared of further abuse.
"Hey, it's okay, you can come out now!" Elliott said, giving a gentle smile.
"Where's... where's Jack?" Ben asked nervously.
"He's gone. It's just me!" Elliott said, then backed away to give Ben space to step out.
"Thanks," Ben said, wiping tears from his cheeks and sniffing.
Elliott felt awful knowing he had played a part in hurting this poor, sweet kid. "I'm... erm... I'm sorry... for what we just did!"
Ben shrugged and sniffed again. "I'm kinda used to it by now!"
Elliott could see he was trying to be tough, but the way he was shaking indicated otherwise. He gently placed a hand on the boy's back and guided him to a bench, letting him sit before sitting beside him. He said nothing, just sat beside Ben letting him regain his composure.
"You're not... like them!" Ben eventually said, looking round at Elliott, his sad, green eyes still watery.
Elliott looked panicked. "Wait, whadda you... I mean, sure I am. I'm just a... a normal guy!" he stuttered nervously.
Ben frowned, wondering what had got the older teen so nervous. "No, I meant... you're not a dick. I mean yeah, you hang with Jack and let him do all this stuff, but you don't like hurting people!"
"Oh... yeah, I... I guess you're right!" Elliott said, taking a deep breath. He had been momentarily terrified that the boy was hinting at something else.
"Wait, what did you think I meant?" Ben asked, frowning, still trying to figure out the nervous reaction.
"Oh, nothing I just... just got confused!" Elliott said, smiling nervously.
"No!" Ben said bluntly, grinning at having the older boy somewhat off guard. "I said you're not like the others and you started freaking out. What is it?"
"It... I..." Elliott stuttered, then frowned and stood up. "Whatever, I was just trying to be nice!" he snapped and started walking away.
"You're gay, aren't you?" Ben called out after him.
Elliott turned back, eyes wide. He looked round, scared that the entire school had suddenly turned up to overhear the accusation. "Shut up!"
Ben stared, open-mouthed. "You... you are, aren't you!"
Elliott stomped back, fists clenched. "I said shut up!"
"It's okay, I won't tell anyone. It's just... I was starting to think I was the only one in the school. But... I'm not... am I?" Ben asked.
Elliott's heart melted as the sad, green eyes suddenly shone with a slight hint of hope. He wanted to deny it. Having anyone find out was his biggest fear and actually admitting to it aloud seemed like it would always be impossible. He stared, caught between his own fear and Ben's hope.
"Elliott... I... I don't wanna be alone any more!" Ben pleaded.
Elliott's breath caught in his throat. He stepped forward and pulled the boy into a tight hug. "You're not. Not any more!" Elliott whispered. "And neither am I!"
NOW
After a brief exchange of messages Sunday morning, Jack had been granted most of the day off. Sunday morning was the usual visit to Church with his family, then they had gone to visit Jack's grandma for the day. Ben had stuck to his word, allowing Jack to live his life as normally as possible and granting him the time with his family without intrusion.
Jack was grateful for the brief reprieve. After the events of the previous night, seeing any of the others filled him with dread. Up until his midnight encounter with Bryce, the things he had done had been humiliating simply because of the deeds themselves. Now though, he had to face the added humiliation from the fact that he had chosen to let Bryce fuck him.
He had slept restlessly for the remainder of the night, the laughs of his teammates haunting him. Why had he done it? Why had he so willingly and eagerly allowed Bryce to take him. He could have quite easily blamed his horniness, his desire to cum, but that would only truly explain the fucking, that was the part that would have given him the physical release he desired.
The part that truly haunted him was the kiss! Bryce's lips had been on his ear, then his jaw, then his cheek, that had been all him and Jack shuddered as he remembered how good it had felt. When their lips met though, that was all Jack, he had moved forward into it, he had parted his lips to let Bryce's tongue inside, but why? He was not attracted to Bryce, far from it, he hated him. Bryce had been a constant thorn in his side for years, challenging his authority on the team, threatening to rival his popularity plus... he's a guy!
All through the day, the doubts and questions played on his mind as his cock repeatedly swelled and deflated in its cage. His need to cum had not abated and he cursed Ben and Elliott for locking his cock up. It would have been so easy to disappear to the bathroom for a few moments, give his cock a few strokes and release the tension, but alas it was not an option.
He had been ordered to report in to Ben when he returned from visiting his grandma. They had stopped for food on the way home, making him a bit later than he expected, but he sent a message to his new owner advising that he was now available. He had briefly considered not messaging at all, making out that they had stayed late but he knew that if his lie was discovered, the vengeful teen would make him suffer (more) for it!
[Come meet us in the park. Basketball court!] the message came back from Ben.
Quickly getting changed, Jack jumped in his car and drove to the park unusually slowly. Once again he was torn between his need to cum and his desire to avoid further humiliation at the hands of the others. The fact that they were meeting in the park did not bode well for Jack. After all, it was only two nights ago that his downfall had originated in that very spot.
He wandered through the park, his heart pounding more and more the closer he got. When he arrived, he saw his six owners on the court. It looked like they had been there a while. Ben and Elliott were sat together on the side. Jack actually noticed just how closely they were sat together, but just assumed they were discussing new ways to torture him. The remaining four were actually on the court itself, playing 2-on-2. All four were shirtless, their torsos shining with a fine sheen of sweat.
Once again Jack found himself wondering how they could all be so open about their bodies. It was like they didn't care who saw them. He simply couldn't imagine feeling like that. Even now, having been totally exposed in front of the six teens, he still felt nervous at the thought of undressing in front of them.
"Hey Jacky!" Lincoln called out as he saw their slave approaching.
The game stopped and everyone turned to watch his approach, making him feel even more nervous. He felt like he was walking funny because of the cock cage and became even more aware of it under their taunting gazes. He stared at the ground as he approached, hands in his pockets, shoulders slumped, all of his mannerisms polar opposites to the cocky, arrogant way he carried himself just a few days before.
"Aww, someone doesn't look happy!" Danny teased.
"Yeah, you need a hug?" Aaron asked. "Maybe Bryce can help! I'm sure you wouldn't say no to that!"
Jack's cheeks reddened but he continued staring at the ground. He couldn't even bring himself to say something back to them.
"Hey, you look at us when we're talking to you!" Lincoln snapped angrily.
Jack sighed and looked up, his eyes falling on each of them in order. Bryce was last, he could barely stand the thought of seeing him. He had been on his mind all day and he had yet to figure why he had done the things he did. As their eyes met, Bryce smiled but it wasn't vindictive, not like the cruel grins the other bore. It only served to confuse Jack more.
"Catch!" Bryce called out, throwing the ball to Jack. As he caught it, Bryce added, "Come on, we got a game to play!"
Jack approached the court gingerly. "What's the game?" he asked quietly.
"Strip basketball!" Bryce said with a grin. "One on one!"
Jack let out a low groan. He knew the odds were going to be stacked heavily against him. "Fine," he sighed. "Who'm I playing?"
"I'll start!" Lincoln said with a smirk.
The others cleared the court, leaving just Lincoln and Jack. Jack started dribbling the ball, waiting for Lincoln to make his move. As the younger teen lunged forward, Jack spun to the side and made a dash for it. He quickly found a problem. His cage made running more than a little uncomfortable. As he tried, it tugged on his balls sending a sharp twinge of pain through his abdomen. He fell to his knees, groaning, the ball bouncing away slowly. Lincoln was on it in seconds, scooping up the ball and taking his shot. Before Jack was even back on his feet, it was over.
"Come on, this isn't fair!" Jack complained. "I don't stand a chance with this thing on!" He gestured towards his crotch.
"Oh Jacky Jacky Jacky," Lincoln said, approaching him, patting him condescendingly on the cheek. "It's sweet that you think we give a fuck about fair, but... no! Now, you lost so get something off!"
Jack's face screwed up angrily. He already knew how this was going to go and he could do nothing to stop it. He reached down and grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt, pulling it up over his head and tossing it off the court. Despite being no more exposed than most of the other guys, he already felt uncomfortable showing so much skin.
"Come on then, let's go again!" Lincoln said, moving back to their previous starting point. This time, he started dribbling, sneering at Jack.
Jack formulated a quick plan, he just had to get the ball. He faked left, Lincoln taking the bait and moving right. Jack swiped out with his hand and snatched the ball away. Before Lincoln could turn back to him, he span on the spot, jumped and threw the ball. It flew through the air, bounced on the hoop, then dropped in.
Despite the fact they were supposed to be against him, the other five couldn't help cheering for the excellent shot. Jack grinned, happier with the cheers than his actual success.
Lincoln didn't look happy at his loss, but couldn't help acknowledging what Jack had done. "Nicely played!" he said with a nod. "Guess it's my turn to pay up!"
Jack watched as Lincoln casually shucked his shorts, standing there in just his baggy boxers. The lack of concern Lincoln showed once again irked Jack, he simply couldn't comprehend it.
"Guess I'm swapping out. Who's next?" Lincoln asked, heading over to join the others.
"My turn!" Aaron said, running on to take his place, grabbing the ball on the way. "Let's go, little Jacky!"
They took their positions, but rather than dribbling, Aaron just jumped and took a shot. Jack turned to watch the ball fly and realised it didn't like like quite as good a shot as his own had been. Before he had the chance to react Aaron ran past him towards the basket.
The ball hit the backboard and bounced off. Aaron intercepted it, jumped and dunked the ball. He turned to face Jack and grinned. "I may not be able to shoot like you, but I can definitely outrun you!"
Jack cursed himself for not running straight after the ball. If he had managed to get it first, he might have won that one. As everyone stared at him, he paid up for the loss and yanked down his pants.
Danny came on next, scoring twice against Jack, making him kick off his sneakers and then pull off his socks.
What Jack had been dreading came next, Bryce took to the court. They moved to the centre of the court and faced off. Bryce started dribbling, eyes fixed on jack. "Hey, erm... about last night..." he said quietly.
"Save it!" Jack snapped. "You had your fun, just forget it."
"No, I just..." Bryce started, but stopped himself.
"I said save it!" Jack repeated. "You think I'd believe anything you say now anyway, you... fucking homo!"
"You're a dick!" Bryce said with a scowl. He charged forward, shoulder-barging Jack and knocking him to the ground before dashing to the basket for a slam-dunk.
"Ah come on, that's a foul!" Jack yelled, climbing back onto his feet.
"Let's go the referee!" Bryce said with a grin, looking to Ben.
"No foul, you lose!" Ben called out with a snigger.
Jack walked over to face the group, visibly unhappy with the decision. "Fine, whatever!" He pulled his underwear down and stepped out of it, standing completely naked on the court, caged cock at eye level for Ben and Elliott who were still seated. "Happy now? Can I get dressed again?"
"Nope, you'll keep playing!" Elliott said flatly.
"I've got nothing else to take off!" Jack said, crossing his arms in front of himself.
"I know. Instead, when you lose, you'll get to put something on!" Elliott explained.
"What? That makes no sense!" Jack scoffed. "But fine, come on then." He stomped back onto the court, followed by Bryce who was staying on.
As they started, Jack simply remained still, arms crossed, making no attempt to get the ball. He watched as Bryce dashed to basket and scored again.
"There, I lost, can I put something on?" Jack demanded, walking back to Elliott again. He reached for his discarded underwear.
Elliott pulled the clothing away and grinned. "That's... not what you're putting on!" he said with a chuckle. "You're putting this on!" He reached into his bag and pulled out the nipple clamps they had got from the sex shop the previous day.
"No. Nuh-uh. No way. Not here, not like this. You can fuck off!" Jack insisted. He reached again for his clothing, but found hands immediately grabbing him.
Jack struggled, kicking out with his legs until Ben and Aaron grabbed one each and held them down. Elliott stood and squeezed one of Jack's nipples before attaching the first clamp. They all laughed at Jack's reluctant moans of pleasure. Elliott attached the second one and then for fun gave the chain a gentle tug.
"Oh, looking good!" Lincoln teased as they released him.
"I said no!" Jack snapped. He undid the first clamp, shuddering slightly at the sensation.
"Oh, such a naughty boy!" Elliott said scornfully as the others grabbed Jack again, stopping him taking off the other one. "Fine, you won't play nicely with your new toys, we'll just have to stop playing!"
"You sick fuckers. Are you getting off on this?" Jack snarled at the guys holding him.
"Yeah, kinda!" Lincoln sniggered honestly. Just to emphasise the fact, he pressed his erection into Jack's hip.
Elliott laughed at Lincoln's comment and the look of repulsion on Jack's face. He resecured the clamp, then reached back down into his bag and pulled out the plug that had been inserted into Jack back in the shop. As Jack watched in fear, he lubed it then, rather than turning him round, reached between Jack's legs as Bryce pushed down on his shoulders, making him squat. The plug was pushed up into Jack's hole, making the naked teen grunt.
"Come on, do you have to do this here? I'm gonna get arrested if someone sees me!" Jack moaned, his sharp tone softened slightly by the pleasured sensations in his nipples and ass. Once again he found himself blushing at the fact that he enjoyed the two toys.
"Turn him!" Elliott instructed, reaching into the bag again.
As Jack got turned, he felt the unpleasantly familiar sensation of cuffs on his wrists. With his hands secured behind him, his captors' hold on him was loosened a little.
"Now, let's get this off!" Elliott said, looking at the cage with a grin as Jack was turned to face him again.
Jack was conflicted. On the one hand, he hated the cage and having it off would feel great, but at the moment it was the only thing preventing him from sporting a very public and doubtlessly rock-hard erection. He felt his cock trying to swell the moment Elliott started handling the cage. Piece by piece it was removed until his dick was freed. As he had expected, it was solid in seconds.
"Anyone fancy going for a walk?" Ben asked, standing up.
Lincoln pulled his shorts back on while the others grabbed their shirts, tucking them into the waistbands of their jeans as they started walking, following the youngest member of their group. Jack's clothing had been balled up, currently carried under Danny's arm.
"Wait, where are you going?" Jack asked, panicking. Naked, erect and stimulated by the toys he had assumed they would torment him some more. Their sudden departure served only to confuse him.
"Like I said, we're going for a walk," Ben said, turning and walking backwards as he stared at Jack.
Jack stepped towards them, shuddering slightly as the plug moved inside him. "What about me?" he asked pathetically.
"Come with us, stay here, go home, I don't really care!" Elliott said without even looking back.
Staying there was out of the question, it was too open. It was already quite miraculous that they hadn't already been seen. Going home was similarly out of the question. Even if he had been able to get there, he wouldn't be able to explain his situation to his family. That only left following the others, although that presented problems of its own. As he had discovered from the two steps he had already taken, the plug teased his prostate with each step he took, making his cock twitch and dance. On top of that, where were they walking to? Who would they meet along they way? Regardless, they had the keys to the cuffs and might, if he behaved well enough, release him, so he ran after them.
Running proved to be worse than just walking, the sharp movements sending debilitating ripples of pleasure through him. The surprising sensation caught him so off guard that his knees buckled and he stumbled to the ground, thankfully on grass rather than asphalt. "Fuck!" he called out, taking a deep breath.
The rest of the group looked back and laughed, but slowed down a little while he climbed onto his feet and walked as quickly as he could bear to catch up with them.
"Look, I don't want you to punish me for speaking out of turn... Sirs, but... how exactly are you going to explain this if we bump into anyone?" Jack asked nervously, head jerking from side to side as he looked in the direction of every little noise he heard.
The others looked to each other, mostly shrugging. It was not something they had given much thought to.
"Fine, let's try this!" Ben said, stopping the group. He retrieved Jack's underwear from Danny and knelt down, letting Jack step into it. He pulled it up, ensuring to arrange Jack's erection so that it provided the most obvious bulge possible. As he gave it a quick squeeze, a small wet patch appeared. Next, he undid the cuffs, letting Jack's hands drop to his sides.
"What, that's it?" Jack asked, hoping for a little bit more than that.
"Yeah, now you just look like a big pervert!" Ben sniggered. "But if you try to remove the clamps or the plug, the underwear comes back off and cuffs go back on. Got it?"
"Yes Sir!" Jack replied immediately.
The group continued walking, chatting to each other. Occasionally one of them would make a derisive comment about Jack, or tug on his chain, watching with delight as the wet patch grew bigger and bigger.
As unpleasant as he found the concept of cumming so publicly, Jack kept hoping that the underwear rubbing on his sensitive cock head, the pressure on his prostate and the tugging on his nipple chain might actually push him over the edge. It had now been almost two days since he had been allowed to cum, probably the longest he had abstained since first discovering masturbation. Sadly though, his orgasm remained teasingly beyond his grasp.
As they walked, a young couple appeared walking the opposite way down the path, both looking to be in their early twenties. Jack averted his gaze as they got closer, knowing they were talking about him from the way they were laughing.
"Wow, someone really enjoys the park!" the guy sniggered as he got closer.
It was at that moment that Ben reached into his pocket and pressed the button on the remote, starting the butt plug vibrating. Jack's legs buckled once again, dropping him to his knees, gasping with excitement. Instinctively he looked at the strangers and saw them sniggering at him. They obviously had no idea what was going on, but it seemed they had made a pretty good guess.
"Oh my God, is that... Jack Hamilton?" the girl asked, finally looking at Jack's face rather than his body or wet bulge.
Jack gasped. Being seen was bad, being recognised was worse!
"You know him?" Elliott asked with a delighted grin.
"Yeah, he dated my sister... well only until he fucked her, then he dumped her, told everyone she was a slut! It devastated her!" the girl said, her face contorting with rage. "You bastard!" she yelled. She ran forward and swiftly kicked Jack in the balls.
Jack had taken a few hits to his delicate parts over the last couple of days, but nothing like this! The kick was savage, the girl really held nothing back. It was only when because her boyfriend held her back that he didn't get another one.
Jack's yell of pain was muffled as the pain got too much for him and he threw up on the grass beside the path, then curled up into a foetal position, moaning and grabbing his poor balls.
"Jesus, that was brutal!" Danny said in shock.
The guy was now dragging his girlfriend away. She yelled back at them, "Whatever you're doing, make it worse. MAKE HIM SUFFER!"
"Wow, always nice to meet a fan, huh Jacky?" Elliott sniggered.
Ben turned the plug off and knelt down at Jack's side. "Sorry, if I'd known she was gonna do that I'd have tried to stop her!" he said, placing a hand on Jack's arm.
"What are you talking about? That was fucking awesome!" Elliott laughed, getting a snigger from the others.
"You've obviously never been kicked in the balls. Wanna see how it feels?" Ben asked angrily, glaring at his lover. Elliott's smile quickly faded at the younger boy's obvious fury. He turned back to Jack and asked, "Are you okay?"
"GET YOUR DIRTY FAGGOT HANDS OFF OF ME! OF COURSE I'M NOT OKAY!" Jack screamed, lashing out at Ben and pushing him away.
"I WARNED YOU ABOUT SAYING THAT!" Elliott yelled back furiously, seeing Ben fall backwards.
"Don't!" Ben said, raising a hand to halt Elliott's charge.
Jack had curled up again, desperately praying for the agonising throb in his crotch to subside, eyes closed tightly. He suspected he had a punishment coming for pushing Ben and calling him a faggot, but he didn't care. Nothing could hurt as much as his aching balls. He flinched slightly as he felt a hand reach down onto his chest. To his surprise, the clamps were released gently, then a hand reached down the back of his underwear and the plug was slowly pulled out. He remained motionless for a few more minutes. He could hear talking, but in his pained haze he didn't really register what it was.
Several more minutes passed and Jack finally uncurled, looking round. He expected his captors to all still be there, waiting to pile on more misery. Instead, all he saw Ben, sitting quietly beside him.
"Hey, feeling any better?" the ginger teen asked with a meek smile.
Jack frowned, wondering what was happening.
"Your clothes are there if you wanna get dressed," Ben said, gesturing to Jack's other side.
Jack sat up, the movement triggering a new wave of pain. Despite the discomfort, he reached for his shirt and pulled it on, followed by his pants. As he started pulling on his socks, he looked to Ben again who just smiled back.
"What, you wanted me all to yourself, did you?" Jack sneered.
Ben shook his head. "No, I was just the only one who wanted to stay behind and make sure you were okay," he replied.
Jack didn't know what was more shocking, the fact that his teammates were willing to just leave him there or that Ben wasn't! "Yeah, I suppose if anything happens to me, you can't fuck me over any more, right?" he asked angrily.
"Why are you like this?" Ben asked, shaking his head. "Why are you always so angry? Why do you lash out at everyone and everything?"
"Oh I don't know!" Jack said sarcastically as he pulled on a sneaker. "Why don't you let me torture you for two days and see how angry you get!"
"I don't just mean today. I mean before all of this. You just... you see people and you just seem to want to hurt them or make the miserable! I just... I don't get why!"
"Ugh!" Jack scoffed, pulling on the other sneaker. "Is this where I'm meant to tell you everything? Have some kind of emotional breakdown and thank you for showing me the error of my ways? That ain't happening, homo!"
"For real? Jack you're just... you're impossible. Just... get up," Ben said, looking more disappointed than angry at the name-calling.
"Why? Am I getting punished?" Jack asked mockingly.
Ben shook his head. "No, Elliott was my ride home and I told him to leave me here with you! So you're taking me home."
"What? Driving naked or something?" Jack asked with a sneer.
"No, you're just taking me home!" Ben said coldly, starting to walk towards the parking lot.
Jack frowned. He didn't want a punishment or mean task, but it seemed strange that Ben was being so forgiving. He quickly caught up with the boy and walked at his side. "If you're expecting me to say thank you, you'll be waiting a long time!"
"I'm not expecting anything," Ben said, continuing his slow walk.
"What?" Jack asked after several more moments of silence.
"I didn't say anything," Ben replied.
"I know, that's what's weird," Jack said, his brow furrowing.
"You don't wanna talk and I don't have anything to say. That's all!" Ben explained.
The silence fell once again, making Jack increasingly uncomfortable. "Are you... like... still in love with me? Is that what this is about?"
Ben felt a knot form in his stomach. He occasionally remembered how had held when he started at Holmepoint High School, how he had been so drawn to the star athlete until he had publicly outed and humiliated him. In general though, it was something he tried not to think about. He stopped and glared at Jack. "I was never in love with you. I had a crush, that was all and then you went and used it to fucking humiliate me in front of the whole school. Funnily enough, that sort of thing fades quickly when your crush spends every fucking day making your life a living hell. So no, I am NOT in love with you!" he snapped furiously, then walked away quickly.
Jack stood there in shock and was about to follow when he saw Ben turning back to him.
Ben marched back, getting right in Jack's face. "And you know what, you are such an insufferable, bigoted, small-minded, petty, vindictive little thug that nobody could ever love you. You are literally the worst person I have ever met and you are going to spend your whole life miserable and alone! And you know what, you deserve it. So go fuck yourself! I'm going home!"
"Wh... what about your ride?" Jack asked, shaken by the outburst.
"I'll walk!" Ben shouted back, not breaking his pace. Once he was out of sight of Jack, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled Elliott.
"Hey cutie, you okay?" Elliott asked as he answered. "How's the date with Jack going?"
"You were right. He can't be helped. At least... not yet!" Ben said with a sigh.
"You okay?" Elliott asked sympathetically.
"Not really. But you know what, I'm in now. All the stuff we talked about doing. I'm totally in. I thought maybe if I reached out he might... I dunno, let me in, but he's just impossible. We're gonna have to break him!" Ben conceded.
"You sure? I know you were a bit... cautious about some of it," Elliott asked, knowing how reluctant the younger boy had been to go through with the full extent of their plan.
Ben took a deep breath. "Oh I'm sure. One way or another, we WILL help Jack, even if we have to completely destroy him to do it!"