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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
Chapter 6
THEN
Jack was stood at the end of the school's main corridor, several of his teammates gathered round, most of them accompanied by girls. They were mostly just talking and horsing around, waiting for the bell to ring to signal homeroom. Jack's attention was not on the conversation though, his eyes were fixed down the length of the corridor, anxiously waiting for the owners of some of the lockers to arrive.
"Hey hey hey, watch this!" Jack said, smacking a couple of the guys and pointing to Aaron who had just walked in.
The young quarter-Mexican headed straight to his locker as he did every morning, oblivious to the dozen people watching from afar. As he pulled the door open, he staggered backwards as the contents of the locker fell out towards him. Tripping over his own foot and landing on the ground he found himself covered in a massive pile of tacos. At the same time, there was a click from inside the locker and a recording of 'La Cucaracha' began playing.
The corridor fell deathly silent, the mocking music echoing loudly for several moments before it got drowned out by raucous laughter.
"Ha, fucking awesome!" Jack said loudly, doubling over with laughter.
"You're such a dick!" one of his teammates chided him, albeit whilst laughing too.
Aaron tried to get up, but his food slipped on the pile of sloppy food and he fell back into it face first triggering a new wave of laughter.
"Oh fuck... that's... that's too good!" Jack continued laughing. "But... but... there's more..."
"What did you do?" Helena asked. She was Jack's current girl of choice and trailed round everywhere after him. She didn't look quite as amused by the show as Jack clearly was.
"Shit. Oh shit, there he is!" Jack said, the laughter stopping a little as he pointed to the entrance.
Ben had just walked in, glanced quickly at the spectacle of Aaron's predicament and tried to move on unseen, quietly grateful that someone else seemed to be the target for once. He went to his locker and pulled it open but quickly realised something was wrong as the door almost pushed itself open as soon as he unlatched it.
All at once, several dildos swung out of the locker on short lengths of rope, smacking Ben in the face, a small air cannon launched a cloud of pink glitter into the air and a recording of 'YMCA' started playing, the music clashing with the repeating loop of La Cucaracha from Aaron's locker.
The students were torn, unsure which of the two pranks was most amusing. Neither Ben nor Aaron were at all amused, absolutely no doubt in their minds who was responsible for it.
Slamming his locker shut, Aaron stormed off towards the bathroom to try and clean himself up., mocking laughter still echoing through the halls. It quietened down a little as the door closed behind him and he stood at the wash basins, staring into the mirror. The initial impact of the messy food paired with his accidental slip back into had ensured he was pretty much covered. He turned on the faucet and splashed water onto his face, closing his eyes.
He heard the noise from the hallway get louder again and assumed someone had come in to mock him further. "Fuck off, I'm not in the mood!" he yelled angrily.
"Neither am I!" a voice said back with equal vitriol.
Aaron opened one eye and looked in the mirror to see who had walked in. It was Ben, sparkling in pink glitter.
"You too, huh?" Aaron asked sympathetically.
"Yeah," Ben said, approaching the sinks. "Looks like Jack got you worse though!"
"Oh, how did you ever guess who did this?" Aaron asked sarcastically.
Ben scowled. "He's just... such a cunt!"
"I wish we could.... just... I don't know... do something!" Aaron said, shaking his head.
"Maybe we can!" Ben said, grinning.
NOW
"Wake up, fuckface!" Elliott said loudly, slapping Jack firmly on the cheek.
Jack woke with a start and instinctively jumped away from the attack, falling out the opposite side of the bed, landing on his back with a heavy thud. "Fuck!" he yelled out angrily.
Ben jumped onto the bed, reached down and slapped his other cheek. "No swearing!" he growled angrily.
Both cheeks stinging, Jack struggled to his feet and looked at the two teens who had invaded the privacy of his room.
"Go and shower, you fucking stink!" Elliott said derisively, pointing to Jack's bathroom.
Barely awake and completely shaken by the unexpected assault, Jack simply nodded and headed in to shower. Before he reached the door though, Elliott was on him. His hand gripped round Jack's throat and slammed him against the bathroom door. "I gave you an order, you will acknowledge it appropriately!" He glared into Jack's eyes for a moment, then released him.
"S... sorry.... yes... yes Sir!" Jack said, scared of his former friend's ferocity. He went in and started up the shower, then pulled off his short and t-shirt, stepping in.
"How are the balls?" Ben asked, doing his best not to sound actually concerned, but mostly failing.
"Still aching," Jack replied. He paused, wondering whether he should have added a 'Sir' at the end of his answer, but when no immediate repercussions occurred, he figured he was okay.
"We didn't lock you back up," Ben called from the other room. "You didn't cum did you?"
"No Sir," he replied. "It hurt too much!" he added.
"What, so you tried?" Ben asked.
"No Sir, I just meant my balls hurt so much that I wouldn't have even dared to touch anything down there!" Jack replied honestly. He had spent most of the previous night with an ice pack on his crotch, desperate to numb the nagging pain from the kick he had received.
Amazingly, it wasn't the worst thing he felt that night. The things Ben had said to him in the park had cut him deeper than he would have expected possible. Jack was under no illusion that he was a good person, but to be called the 'worst person' Ben had ever met and that he would die sad and alone, it was tough. As he hobbled his way back to his car, he had wanted to just sit down and cry, but by the time he had driven home, the sadness had turned to anger. He had gone to bed seething, intending to carry his rage over to the next day, to let rip on Ben when he saw him, but that had been immediately thwarted by his vicious wake-up call.
With no other questions forthcoming, Jack finished his shower, dried off a little then wrapped the towel round his waist and walked back into his room. As he entered, he saw Ben and Elliott standing at his closet, browsing the selection of new clothes they had made him buy at the weekend. He had almost forgotten they were there and kind of hoped they had too. He hated almost all of it and was already dreading having to venture out in public wearing it.
"I say this one," Ben said quietly, grabbing something.
"With the denim?" Elliott asked, taking something else.
Ben sniggered. "Yeah, perfect!"
As one, they turned to face Jack. They were actually taken aback for a moment. Standing there in just his towel, his hair damp and messy, chest and stomach shining with a fine sheen of moisture he looked incredible! Giving each other a brief, knowing grin, they held out the clothing they had chosen.
Jack accepted the two items, immediately worried by the small items. The first was a small pair of denim shorts, the other a powder-blue tank top. He frowned at them, looking almost pained then looked to his two masters. "Ah please no, I can't!" he begged.
Ben scowled. "I'm not in the mood for arguing. Do as you're fucking told or you're going down!" he snapped, pulling out his phone, clearly threatening to pass on the incriminating video.
Jack's shoulders slumped as he realised he had little choice. Still shy about exposing himself, despite how intimate he had already been with the two younger guys, Jack turned away to pull his towel off and finish drying himself, painfully conscious of their eyes on his naked rear. Sufficiently dry, he headed for his underwear drawer.
"Did we give you underwear to put on?" Elliott snapped.
Jack sighed and shut the drawer, then picked up the denim shorts from the bed where he had thrown them and stepped into them. They were even smaller than he remembered them being in the store. It was actually a struggle to pull them up. They secured properly, but sat embarrassingly low, the top of his butt crack and bush visibly showing. He let out an unhappy moan as he looked down to see his pubes poking out above the waistband. Trying to pull them up higher did little to cover up and effectively just gave him a wedgie, accentuating his already emphasised rear even more.
Ben and Elliott were sniggering to each other as they watched him struggle.
Next Jack grabbed the tank top. He started pulling it on, finding that it too was unpleasantly tight. It was like a second skin on him, clinging to every line and curve of his musculature. The neck was cut quite low and revealed a decent patch of his chest hair while also showing off his arms quite well too. The bottom of the tight top only just reached the shorts.
"Come on, I look ridiculous!" Jack said, turning to face his tormentors.
They continued sniggering as they saw what was happening. Every time he moved, the tank top started to rise up, revealing a first just a thin sliver, but with every movement an increasingly large strip of his torso. They weren't sure what was more embarrassing, the butt crack on the rear or the pubic hair and furry stomach round the front.
Realising what was happening, Jack moodily tugged the hem back down.
"You don't look ridiculous, you look..." Ben started, but never finished, instead grabbing his painfully obvious bulge. He looked to Elliott and grinned. "Have we got time?"
Elliott glanced at Jack's clock and shrugged. "Yeah, but be quick!"
"Oh I will be!" Ben said with a sheepish grin, unzipping his pants. "Get over here and suck it!"
Grateful of the distraction from his attire, Jack approached the younger teen and knelt in front of him as he pulled his erection out of his underwear. He approached it cautiously. Just about every time he had sucked cock so far, they had fucked his face. He had been given little control over how he did it, he had mostly focused on just not choking. Now though, Ben seemed content to let Jack do it however he saw fit.
He reached up with one hand, wrapping it around the shaft and opening parting his lips to take the head. He let his tongue slide around the sensitive tip, getting a strange sensation when he heard the delighted giggle it caused in Ben. He started stroking his fingers up and down the shaft as he took more of the solid cock into his mouth before sliding it back out and in again.
Jack was just beginning to get into the rhythm when Ben suddenly grabbed his hair and pulled his head off. It was surprising. He had expected to be swallowing the boys load, not that he minded avoiding it.
Ben gave his cock a few strokes and began groaning as he began spurting thick globs of goo into Jack's hair. Before Jack could move away, he reached down and ran his fingers through Jack's light brown locks, the cum disappearing into it. "Now you'll smell of me all day!" Ben said with a wicked snigger.
Jack was less than happy. As if going to school in the tiny, tight clothing wasn't bad enough, he had to do it with the smell of another guy's spunk in his hair too! As he stood up, he found the tank top had already risen half way up his stomach, quickly pulling it back down.
"Hmm!" Ben said, staring at Jack thoughtfully.
"What?" he asked moodily.
Ben looked to Elliott. "Something's missing, isn't it!"
"Yeah, you're right!" Elliott said, nodding. "Oh I know!" he said, grinning broadly. "Shorts down!"
Jack wasn't sure whether an order to remove the shorts was a good thing or bad, but he popped them open and wiggled them down to his ankles. As he looked round, he saw Elliott approaching with the butt plug. "Nuh-uh, no way, not at school!" Jack insisted. He tried to step away but with the shorts round his ankles he started toppling over.
Jack fell face-first onto the bed, his butt positioned perfectly. Ben jumped onto his back to hold him down as Elliott held the other teen's legs down and started pushing the plug inside him. Had Jack complied willingly, he might have used lubricant, but as he had resisted he would have to live without it. He groaned unhappily as it went inside him, his sounds muffled by his bed.
Ben jumped off and Jack pushed himself up off the bed to stand once again. He reached round towards the plug.
"You even think about it and you'll get another kick in the balls!" Elliott warned sternly.
Jack visibly flinched at the threat. He was definitely in no hurry to repeat the previous night's pain. "Fine, can I pull these up?" he asked, gesturing to the small shorts round his ankles.
"Sure!" Elliott said with a shrug. As Jack bent down, he pressed the button on the remote and burst into laughter as Jack stood straight back up, looking a mix of angry and shocked. "Problem?"
"No... Sir!" Jack said through gritted teeth, then leant down once again, the plug buzzing in his hole. He pulled the shorts back up, tightening them up again, although this time it was just a little tougher. Blushing heavily, he looked down and saw that his bulge, which had already been quite pronounced before, was now even more prominent. The vibrating plug was making his cock swell, even against the pressure of the tight denim. The stiffening cock was snaking up towards his right hip.
"Enough of that!" Elliott said, clicking the button again and getting a sigh of relief from Jack. "We want to save some of the battery for at school!" he added with a mischievous grin.
"Come on then, let's go!" Ben said happily. It was an unusual experience actually looking forward to going to school for the eager fifteen-year-old. Ironically, the reason he normally dreaded it was now the reason he was eagerly anticipating arriving.
Squirming a little and hoping his cock would deflate quickly, Jack followed the others out of his room. As they made their way down the stairs, Jack's Mom emerged from the lounge as she often did when she heard Jack coming down.
"Slept late again, did you?" she asked with a slight chuckle. The smile dropped away as her eyes fell on Jack, the thin strip of flesh round his mid-section showing from the walk down the stairs, the skimpy clothing showing just about everything else. "You kids and your weird fashions!" she said dismissively, then turned and walked away. "Have a good day, boys!"
Jack wanted to die. He wanted the house to just collapse on top of him and kill him right there. The worst part was, that was from one person seeing him. During his day at school, hundreds would see him! Ben and Elliott stepped outside, but Jack paused in the doorway, looking round nervously.
"You're gonna have to get over it. There's no way you're gonna be hiding from anyone today!" Elliott said with a smirk, then held out his hand. "Keys!"
Somehow, that was the biggest insult of all. Up until Friday night, nobody but Jack had ever driven his car. Now though, Elliott was getting quite comfortable with it. Reluctantly, he held out the keys.
"Shotgun!" Ben yelled out and hopped over the door and into the passenger seat.
"In you go then!" Elliott said, pointing to the back seat before snatching the keys. As Jack walked away, Elliott gave him a playful slap on his rear, getting an angry glare in response.
The two in the front paid very little attention to Jack as they drove, just chatting casually between themselves. It was a deliberate ploy to increase Jack's anxiety, knowing that sitting there is silence he would be contemplating the day ahead.
It was a nice morning, but with the top down the wind was harsh and had a very slight chill. As they neared the school, Ben peered into the back seat and sniggered at Jack. "Bit cold are ya?" he asked with an impish grin.
Jack looked down and saw that his nipples, already quite visible through the tank top, were now rigid, clearly poking out. Out of pure reflex, Jack's hands crossed over his chest, a palm covering each of the solid nubs. It wasn't really a sensible move though, as the sensation of his own hands against the erect mounds sent ripples of pleasure through his body, actually making him shudder. He had actually managed to make things worse. He was now embarrassingly-attired, nipples obvious and now his cock heading the same way, with school barely seconds away!
"Please. Please guys, I'm begging you, don't do this. Let me go home and get changed. I promise, I'll behave, I'll be nice, I'll do fucking anything just don't make me do this!" Jack pleaded.
The two teens in front could hear the sincerity in jack's voice. He was truly terrified of his imminent exposure and they believed he really would do anything they wanted to get out of it, but a decision had been reached now. Jack had screwed up too many chances to repent, chosen to be aggressive and bigoted when he should have known better, so no more chances would be given. From here on, he would do everything they wanted.
"Jacky, I appreciate the offer," Ben said mockingly, "But you've got nothing to offer us. You'll already do anything we want and unless you want things to get worse, and believe me, they can get MUCH worse, you'll behave and be nice!"
Jack could feel his jaw trembling and he hated it. He had cried more over the last couple of days than in the previous ten years, but he was determined not to do it now, regardless of the gut-wrenching terror that gripped him. On top of all the other embarrassments they were piling on, he would not walk into school blubbering like a little girl too!
Elliott pulled into the school parking lot, taking the spot that was unofficially reserved for Jack. The fact that someone else was driving Jack's car already drew a few wandering eyes and that was before the star athlete had even climbed out.
Jack was almost hyper-ventilating as he shrunk down in his seat, hoping to remain there unseen as long as possible. Elliott had other ideas though. He opened the door, instead of jumping out as he usually did, then tilted the seat forward to allow Jack to step out. "Come on then!" he said completely straight-faced.
Ben was not hiding his emotions quite so well, a massive grin plastered across his face.
"You should go!" Elliott said to his young lover.
"What? Why?" Ben asked unhappily, the smile vanishing instantly.
"He walks in with you, looking like that, people are gonna suspect you're involved. I think it'll be a LOT more fun if they think he's just changed his style!" Elliott explained. "You don't have to go too far, you can still stay close by and see what happens."
Jack had frozen while they spoke, offended that they were talking about him like he wasn't there, but grateful of the momentary pause. As Elliott looked down at him and cleared his throat, Jack continued moving, standing up beside the car.
Immediately people began to stare. Seeing Jack in anything other than baggy jeans, t-shirt and letterman jacket would have been unusual, but showing so much skin as he was now was beyond anything any of them had ever expected to see.
Jack heard a whistle from behind him and turned to see who it was, but with people beginning to gather, it was impossible to tell who. His cheeks were burning bright red, but thankfully the humiliation had shrunk his cock, eliminating one of the causes of his embarrassment.
"Looking good, Jack!" a voice called from the forming crowd.
Jack wasn't sure whether he would have preferred the comment to be sincere or sarcastic. Either way, he wasn't going to just stand there and let the other students gawk at him. "Come on, we're going in!" Jack said to Elliott, marching towards the main entrance.
Elliott happily followed. He knew he could have made Jack stay there for longer, but as he had explained to Ben, acting normally and making it look like Jack had just chosen to change up his look would make it all the more embarrassing. More importantly, it would be interesting to see if he continued to act like the petty thug he knew him to be.
Jack walked as purposefully as he could manage, doing his best to ignore the probing eyes of every student he passed. Every few steps, he had to reach down and tug the bottom of the tank top down for fear of exposing either the front or back of his abdomen to the other students. At the same time, the plug moving inside his ass kept threatening to swell his cock once more. About halfway to the entrance, he spotted Lincoln, Danny, Aaron and Bryce, obviously waiting for him.
"Oh, that's a good look!" Danny taunted.
"Yeah, for a hooker!" Aaron added, getting a laugh from the others.
They tagged along behind Elliott and Jack, throwing out a continuous stream of mocking taunts.
"Go to your locker!" Elliott hissed at his quietly.
Jack turned pale. He knew the number of 'pranks' he had pulled on people using lockers. Was this revenge? What was going to fall out of his when he opened it? He did as ordered and went to his locker, deliberately standing aside as he opened it, but surprisingly found nothing unusual about it.
"Here, put this in!" Elliott said, handing Jack a text book.
"Oh... kay," Jack said, frowning a little. As pranks went, this one seemed a little tame, but he placed the book in as instructed, still expecting something to jump out at him.
"Not there, on the top shelf, right at the back!" Elliott said, standing aside. The other four all spread out too while Ben lingered further down the corridor.
Jack reached up to put the book in the spot Elliott had requested, having to stand on tip-toes, arms fully outstretched to push it to the back. He instantly realised Elliott's intention as he felt air around his mid-section. Fully stretched out, the tank top had ridden right up to his navel, his belly button, treasure trail, butt crack and top of his bush now fully on-show. He stepped back and reached down to correct it, but felt Elliott grab a hand.
"Leave it as it is!" Elliott hissed at him.
Jack was tempted to disobey, his hands faltering for a moment.
Lincoln stepped closer and whispered to Jack, "You disobey and we'll have those shorts off you in seconds!"
Jack audibly gulped. He felt nauseous already at his current level of exposure. The thought of being entirely naked from the waist down the hallway felt like a gut punch. He sighed and dropped his hands to his sides, leaving his stomach exposed as he turned back to the hallway.
The amazed stares were already turning into mocking sniggers. Jack walked with his tormentors towards the group of their teammates at the other end of the corridor.
"What the fuck are you wearing?"
"You look like a fucking whore!"
"Is it laundry day or something?"
The taunts from his own teammates were seemingly endless, but surrounded by the large jocks, he was thankfully shielded from most other prying eyes in the hallway.
"Is this your way of coming out?" one of them asked with a snigger.
The question triggered something in Jack. He lunged forward and grabbed the other teen by the throat, slamming him back against the locker. "I'm no fucking faggot. You ever say I am again and I'll kick your ass. Got it?"
"Jesus, I was just kidding!" The football player replied, rubbing his throat as Jack released him. "But yeah, whatever, sorry!"
Jack was so incensed by the implication that he had completely forgotten what he was saying around most of his masters. His face quickly dropped as he turned and saw Elliott staring at him, his face so blank and expressionless that it actually scared Jack a little. He knew right away that he was going to suffer because of his choice of words.
Before Elliott could do anything, the bell rang for homeroom and the corridor burst into a flurry of activity. As Jack wearily tagged alone behind Danny and Elliott, as they were headed to the same place, he felt occasional slaps on his rear. It seemed his 'chosen' attire made his rump a prime target for teasing, while his obvious embarrassment emboldened some of the other students to strike. With the corridor so busy, it was impossible to tell who was doing it so he simply continued walking, eyes fixed on the ground.
Sharing almost every class, Elliott was perfectly positioned not only monitor Jack all day, but also continue his torment and heighten his humiliation. At every chance he got, he would flick or squeeze a nipple, making Jack's cock swell repeatedly. Word of Jack's appearance had spread quickly round the school and everyone seemed to be going out of their way to look at him whenever he was in the hallways between classes.
Elliott was also getting good at timing his activations of the butt plug, usually doing so whenever Jack was required to speak. This caused Jack to get more and more strange looks, his voice wavering and cracking regularly as he felt bolts of pleasure rippling through him. In the one class that Elliott and Jack didn't share, Danny was able to take over the torment, his timing almost as good as Elliott's.
As the bell rang for lunchtime, Jack grabbed hold of Elliott's arm, holding him back in the classroom. Danny stayed also, not wanting to let Jack out of his sight during his ongoing ordeal.
"Look, I know I'll regret asking this," Jack said in a hushed tone, "But please, PLEASE, you have to let me cum. My falls feel like they're gonna burst!"
Danny and Elliott sniggered at each other. They had been so busy tormenting Jack and making him miserable that they had almost forgotten the pleasurable side-effects of their teasing. It had also been almost three days since Jack had been allowed to cum too. The weekend had been a series of humiliating edgings, so all of that added together probably meant Jack was the most desperate to cum he had ever been!
"Sure, why don't we go strip you in the cafeteria and jerk off for the whole school to see!" Elliott suggested, his tone still quiet as few other students still lingered, pointing and laughing at Jack.
The star athlete actually looked even more laughable than he had first thing that morning. Having the toy repeatedly buzzing inside him, his nipples played with and generally being terrified every single second, Jack had been sweating profusely. The powder-blue tank top clearly showed the wetness, huge patches of it under his arms as well as on his chest and back. His hair, normally styled neatly at all times was a mess, half of it wet with sweat and sticking to his forehead and neck, the rest poking up all over the place, remnants of Ben's cum not really visible, but still very much there.
"No, I didn't mean..." Jack argued quickly, then lowered his tone. "I didn't mean anything like that. Can't we just go somewhere and... and have you do some more of the..." he paused, trying to be careful about his choice of words, "The sex stuff. Please I've got to cum!"
"Huh, so he wants more of the 'sex stuff' then?" Elliott mused quietly, mocking the choice of words as he sniggered to Danny.
"I don't WANT it. I just, I need to.... you know... let it go!" Jack stammered, getting increasingly flustered.
"Hmm, okay, I'll give you a chance," Elliott said with a grin.
"Hey, get outta here!" the teacher called to them, seeing the three teens still lingering in his classroom.
"We're going," Danny said quickly, then led the way out.
"I'm gonna do the... thing... that we talked about. Guessing you're not interested?" Elliott asked Danny cryptically.
"Nah, I'll pass," Danny replied, shaking his head.
"You're welcome to watch!" Elliott said playfully as they headed for the cafeteria.
"No way, you know I don't miss lunch!" Danny insisted.
Elliott laughed and nodded. For just a moment, Jack could have mistaken him for the old Elliott, the quiet, happy, carefree teen who had been his best friend mere days before, rather than the vengeful master he had seemingly become.
"Go tell the others we'll be up in the store room near the Chem Lab upstairs," Elliott instructed.
"Cool, have fun then, see ya after lunch," Danny said, continuing walking as Elliott veered off towards the stairs, Jack close behind.
A few students were still passing in the opposite direction, headed to get food, occasional laughs passing the two by but they remained silent towards each other as they walked up the stairs.
Glancing round and seeing nobody else in the upstairs hallway, Jack finally spoke. "Hey Elliott, I think... we need to talk," Jack said cautiously.
Elliott didn't respond, he just kept walking.
"El, come on," Jack pleaded, speeding up a little to grab at his former friend's arm.
"GET OFF!" Elliott snarled, pulling his arm free of Jack's gentle grip. "We'll talk when I'm ready. For now, just shut the fuck up!" He stopped and just stared at Jack, cheeks burning, eyes wide.
Jack was torn. Part of him could see how angry Elliott was, to the point where it was actually intimidating to behold, making him want to back down, but the other part of him was angered by being spoken to in that way. He was still deliberating how to react when they were interrupted by a noise from behind them.
"WAIT FOR ME!" Ben called out enthusiastically as he reached the top of the stairs and saw them.
"Shh!" Elliott hissed at his exuberant lover. "We're trying to be discreet here!"
"There's nothing discreet about this outfit, am I right Jacky?" Ben asked with a massive grin, bounding up to the two older teens and slapping Jack's butt.
"Just... come on," Elliott said, his anger at Jack dragging his mood down, but his pure delight at seeing beginning to drag it back up.
"Aww, someone in a bad mood?" Ben asked, almost mockingly, grabbing onto Elliott's arms as they continued their walk towards the store room.
"Not any more!" Elliott said back, reluctantly smiling.
They were soon at the store room and after a quick look to make sure nobody else could see them, all three stepped inside. Jack peered round nervously as the light flickered and came on. The room was pretty bare, shelves on either side with piles of unused equipment and books, a mop of broom leaned in the corner and not much else other than that. The space between the shelves was about a ten foot by ten foot square.
Jack wanted to ask what was happening, but he already knew that wouldn't like the answer.
"Get 'em off!" Elliott said, pointing to the shorts and tank top.
Jack glanced round at the door. There was no lock, so anybody could just walk in. The prospect of being found naked in a store room with a known homo was terrifying.
"I SAID get them off!" Elliott repeated himself, his tone making it clear that if he had to do so again, Jack would really regret it.
With trembling hands, Jack reached down and grabbed the bottom of the tank top and started pulling it up. Wet with sweat and skin tight, it was difficult, but he managed to pull it free and stood facing the other two teens nervously. Ben raised an eyebrow and nodded towards the shorts. With a sigh, Jack undid the button and lowered the zipper. The denim felt slightly damp from his profuse sweating, but thankfully was not quite as soaked as parts of his top. Still, it was enough to make sliding them down his legs hard work. He had just got them to his ankles when the door swung open.
"Whoa, watch where you point that thing!" Lincoln said, walking straight in to a perfect view of Jack's butt.
"Shut the door!" Jack demanded, struggling to move out of view of the hallway but tripping over the shorts instead. He landed in a heap on the ground, surrounded by laughter. Thankfully though, the door closed as Bryce walked in behind Lincoln. Scowling at the mocking noises, Jack kicked off his shorts and remained seated on the ground, in no hirry to expose himself more than he had to.
"So lil Jacky here wants to cum and I thought maybe we could give him a chance to earn it," Elliott said, looking to the other three.
"How?" Jack demanded quickly. The prospect of being allowed to cum was wearing away any resistance he might have had to whatever they were planning.
"Who wants a blowjob?" Elliott asked with a grin.
"Me!" Lincoln, Jack and Bryce called out in unison.
Elliott sniggered and nodded. "Yeah, I thought so. Okay, gather round then!"
With Jack still sat on the floor, the other four formed a circle around him, bulging erections plainly obvious all round.
"So here the game, Jacky," Elliott said, towering over the seveneteen-year-old. "From when I say go, you've got fifteen minutes to make all four of us cum. You're allowed to use your hands too, but when we cum it's gotta be in your mouth. Fail to make all four of us cum, or fail to swallow our loads and you lose. Succeed and you win a prize! Got it?"
Jack was still struggling to get used to the concept of sucking cock, so the prospect of having to suck four, eagerly, was quite upsetting. However, with the possibility of being allowed to cum if he succeeded, his qualms were mostly easy to put aside. He watched as the four teens around him dropped their pants, four rigid cocks popping out and pointing straight at him.
Without wanting to delay any further, Elliott simply said, "Go!"
With surprising speed, Jack's mouth was on the cock directly in front of him, which happened to belong to Lincoln. He bobbed his head back and forth quickly while his tongue lashed at it, hoping to speed his teammate to a quick conclusion. As he sucked, he remembered what else Elliott had said, that he could use his hands. Peeking left and right, he saw Bryce and Ben both standing patiently, waiting for their turns. Gingerly, he reached up and grabbed each of their cocks.
It was a strange sensation feeling his fingers wrap around them. Having only ever stroked his own cock, being able to hold them at a different angle was a little disorienting. At the same time, the size of them felt noticeably different too. His own erection was easily seven inches, while the thickness was such that, when grasped, his fingers barely met. Ben's little five inch cock was slimmer, the tips of Jack's fingers overlapping slightly as he wrapped them round. Bryce was the other other extreme, the fat cock preventing his fingertips from getting anywhere near each other.
Still eagerly sucking Lincoln, doing his best not to think about the seconds ticking by, Jack began jerking off the two younger teens. It didn't take long before Lincoln was grunting and thrusting his cock firmly into Jack's mouth, his spunk coating the back of the boys' throat. Barely taking a second to recover, Jack moved round to suck on Ben, the youngest of the group already making happy mewing noises suggesting he was beginning to get close.
Thankfully, Bryce and Elliott positioned themselves either side of Jack so he could stroke them too. Not long after he started sucking, Ben added his load to Lincoln's, on its way to Jack's stomach!
Two to go, Jack began to wonder how he was doing for time. He also found himself more than a little distracted by his own cock. Already teased beyond his wildest imagination, it was now rock hard and pointing skyward, precum dribbling down it and dripping off his balls onto the floor. He moved onto the next cock round in the circle, Elliott's. He was still amazed at the length of his former best friend's cock. Nine inches of meat was now trying to force its way into his throat. He gagged occasionally as he tried to take it deeper than he could manage, but from the way Elliott was groaning, it was clearly good for him.
Jack was so caught up in making Elliott cum that he almost didn't hear Bryce's excited moans. Pulling away from Elliott, he took Bryce's thick meat into his mouth just in time to swallow a third load. Once he had consumed every last drop of Bryce's spunk, he moved back over to Elliott and sucked as fast as he was able. Now with both hands free, he started stroking the base of it with one hand while caressing the balls with his other.
Elliott certainly appreciated the effort, leaning slightly onto Jack's shoulders as the surprisingly good blow job weakened his knees. 'He's a fucking natural at this. He must hate that!' Elliott thought to himself with a smirk. "Ah yes!" he called out excitedly as he felt the initial spasms of his orgasm.
Breathless from his vigorous blowing and slightly nauseated by the four loads he had eaten, Jack slumped back down onto the floor and looked up. "How did I do?" he asked weakly.
"Well I enjoyed it!" Ben said with a grin.
"I meant the time. Did I win?" Jack asked, sounding a little shaper than was probably wise.
Elliott glanced at his phone, then at his three co-conspirators and finally down at Jack. His expression was blank, giving nothing away. Eventually though, he smiled.
Jack's heart dropped. He assumed that only his failure would make Elliott smile like that, but when the other teen responded, "You did it!" Jack began to grin too.
"Ah damn!" Ben said moodily, forgetting momentarily what they had planned. When he remembered, he grinned too.
"So I can cum?" Jack asked, hopeful.
Elliott reached down and pulled up his pants, realising he was the only one not to have done so yet. As he leant down, he also picked up Jack's discarded clothing. As he buckled his jeans he looked down at Jack and replied, "Well you actually have a choice between two prizes!"
"I think I choose to cum!" Jack said instantly.
"You may want to re-think that!" Lincoln said with a snigger.
"Yeah, option one is that you get to cum, option two is that we let you have your clothes back," Elliott explained, holding up the shorts and tank top.
"Wait, what?" Jack asked in shock. "So if I cum, you take my clothes? But if I wanna get dressed and not be left stranded here naked, I don't get to cum?"
"That's right. So what's it to be?" Elliott asked, smiling smugly.
"You... you're all... I just..." Jack stammered, jaw clenching angrily. He wanted to say a lot, to swear at them, tell them what bastards they were for dangling an orgasm in front of him then taking it away from him. He knew that they knew that he would never choose to be naked, but by doing it this way, they had not banned him from cumming, he had chosen not to do so himself, which only seemed to make the frustration worse. "I'll take the clothes!" he finally replied.
Laughing at Jack's very visible frustration, they tossed Jack his clothes then headed straight out, making a show out of not caring about Jack's possible exposure from the open door. Jack quickly dressed, or as quickly as he could. Between the dampness from his morning's sweating and the new sheen covering him, it was hard to pull the tight clothing on properly. His cock was yet to go down, very visibly bulging up towards his right hip. Worryingly though, the precum from his near-permanent state of arousal was beginning to form a wet patch almost as obvious as the sweat marks on his tank top.
"So as you chose not to cum, I feel I should formalise this. You are not permitted to cum without permission from one of us. Understand?"
"Yes Sir," Jack mumbled unhappily, the ban only serving to remind him how much he wanted it.
Jack's lunch was very rushed, most of the break being taken up with the store room task. It was a good thing though. Being in such a hurry made it that little bit easier to ignore the points and stares from then other students as he sat amongst them in the cafeteria.
The afternoon went much like the morning, with Danny and Elliott teasing Jack mercilessly. By last period, turning on the butt plug was making their victim grunt aloud uncontrollably each time it was turned on, getting him even stranger stares than the ones he was already receiving.
Jack had never been so grateful to hear the final bell as he was that day as it meant most of the other students would be heading home. He knew he still had football practice to contend with, but at least the number of people who would witness his ongoing embarrassment was substantially more limited.
The next problem Jack found was in the locker room. He was going to have to change in front of his teammates and without underwear to conceal himself, he would be naked before them for the first time. As he reached down to release his shorts, Jack considered just keeping his back to the rest of the changing teens and was about to do so when he remembered the plug. There was no way he could let them see it. After his outburst that morning about never wanting to be called a faggot, it would have been hard to defend himself morally if the team then saw him with a sex toy up his butt. That left him with just the one option, face them and let them see everything.
Thankfully, being free of nipple torture and without the toy having been on for some time now, Jack's cock has shrunk down to just semi-hardness. It still felt pretty daunting to expose himself after all this time hiding, but at least they wouldn't see him hard too! He was exposed for barely more than a second between slipping off his denim shorts and slipping on his other shorts for the practice.
It felt strange to be wearing the baggy shorts with no underwear underneath, but he felt a little more comfortable than he had all day. Even as he looked down and saw how visible his cock was in the baggy shorts, it still seemed a step up from the skin-tight denim.
While Elliott and Ben remained in the bleachers to watch the practice, the team were too far away for the remote control to work. That meant Jack didn't have to contend with the toy vibrating inside him, although just having it there was proving tough enough. Any time he ran, he felt his legs wobbling from the pressure on his battered prostate.
The Coach had quickly noticed that Jack was off his game a little, regularly shouting at him to try harder or pay attention. Bryce was particularly enjoying that part. One of his main reasons for getting involved in the plot against Jack was to make a play for the Captaincy. If the Coach was already seeing flaws in Jack's focus, then he was one step closer to getting what he wanted.
As practice finished and they all started heading back into the locker room, Danny ran up behind Jack and whispered in his ear, "Don't even think about skipping the shower! From now on, you ALWAYS shower!"
Jack groaned. He had felt nauseous at being exposed for just a second when getting changed. If he actually had to shower, then he would be seen for a lot longer... and what about the plug? As they got inside, Jack froze a little as he saw the rest of the team casually stripping down. How could they all be okay doing that? It still made no sense to him. He pulled off his shirt, letting it drop onto the bench as he kicked off his sneakers and socks. Many of the others just walked to the showers naked, not bothering with a towel, but a couple had one wrapped around their waist, meaning Jack wouldn't stand out if he did the same.
He wrapped the towel around himself before pushing the shorts down and stepping out of them. He took a deep breath and walked towards the sound of running water.
"Oh, Jack!" Danny said as he walked by. When the Captain glanced at him, he revealed the remote control, grinned and pressed the button.
"No.... ah!" Jack groaned. The pleasure was insane. His prostate had been well and truly pounded by all the running around he had done during practice. Adding vibration to that now was like nothing he had ever felt before.
"Oh, and let's not forget this!" Danny added. He glanced round quickly. When he was sure nobody else was looking, he reached forward and grabbed Jack's nipples, squeezing and twisting.
Jack's hand shot up to his mouth, stifling a loud groan, instead emitting little more than a high-pitched whimper. He was so close to shooting that he wasn't sure he could actually hold it back. Danny let go of the nipples and he let out a breath. His cock had shot to full firmness in a matter of moments.
"Come on then!" Danny said, leading Jack to the showers.
"No... please... I need... a second!" Jack pleaded in a whisper as he was dragged along. The towel rubbing against the sensitive head of his leaking cock kept him dangerously close to cumming. As the showers came into sight, he shuddered. There was most of the team, positioned around the large open area under the various shower heads.
He stepped towards the towel pegs on the wall and reached down. He gave a final pleading look to Danny who just shook his head. Almost in tears, Jack pulled the towel away. Simply being in the showers was enough to draw a lot of attention to the team Captain, but as the towel was pulled aside and his erection popped free every eye was on him.
"Way to go Cap!"
"Enjoying your shower?"
"Holy shit!"
Just about everyone was calling things out to him, but Jack did his best to drown it out, just stepping slightly to the side, thankful that the shower head nearest the towels was vacant. He wanted to turn away, to hide his boner from the team, but he was painfully aware of the plug in his ass too. He reached back and turned on the shower, water immediately flowing down over him. He quickly glanced round the room but immediately regretted it, seeing how many of the team were staring, including Aaron, Lincoln and Bryce.
Danny hung his towel up, then walked past Jack, taking the shower beside him. Amongst the ongoing shouts and laughs from the rest of the team, he was able to give his next instruction without being heard. "Soap yourself up and focus on the nipples!"
"No, please!" Jack begged, knowing what would happen.
"Do it or I let everyone see your toy!" Danny hissed, his eyes darting down towards Jack's ass.
Jack was grateful of the water flowing down his head and onto his body as it concealed the tears he was sure were flowing. He pumped a heavy glob of shower gel from the dispenser on the wall and began soaping himself as instructed. He was delaying getting to the nipples, but in doing so was just putting on an even more erotic show for the rest of the team.
The insults and laughs quickly quietened as a few more cock's in the room found themselves in a similar state to Jack's drawing mockery and ridicule for their owners.
"Nipples!" Danny hissed.
Breathing heavily with pure terror, Jack slid his hands up and began soaping his chest, allowing his fingers to repeatedly encircle his sensitive nipples. It took mere moments before he let out a loud groan, drawing all attention back to him. The whole team watched on as Jack's cock erupted in a massive fountain of cum. The first spurt shot several feet across the room, splatting heavily onto the floor beside the central drain. Shot after shot continued to fly. To Jack, who felt like everything was already in slow-motion, it seemed to go on forever. He staggered back against the wall, close to collapsing on the ground.
Jack's mind was racing as fast as his heart. The orgasm was more intense, more pleasurable than any he had ever felt before yet at the same time was the worst thing he had ever felt in his life. Having his peers see him doing something so intimate, so private, it was so humiliating that he thought he might actually die right there on the spot. It finally ended, his cock stopped bouncing and the last dribbles of spunk dripped off, washed away by the flowing water.
The team was in stunned silence, staring wide-eyed at their Captain's sudden ejaculation. What followed nest was a mixture of laughter and applause. Mostly, they were actually quite impressed by his ample cock and huge load, but that didn't mean they were going to let him off easily. With Jack still standing there, weak-kneed and dazed, they began to finish their showers, walking past him to leave the showers.
"Am I done?" Jack asked unhappily, the toy still buzzing inside him and threatening to swell his cock once more.
"Sure, I think you've done enough!" Danny sniggered.
"Good show, slaveboy!" Lincoln taunted as he passed.
The way Jack's day was going, he actually expected to get back in the locker room and find his clothing had been stolen. He didn't know whether he was relieved or disappointed to see that the tint shorts and tank top were still there when he got back. As he pulled on the sweat-soaked clothes, he thought about how pointless the shower had been. The team were still shouting taunts at the humiliated Captain as they began to leave but Jack tried not to listen.
Dressed once again, Bryce indicated for him to wait for them so he hung back patiently. He realised that the buzzing in his ass had stopped but couldn't remember it turning off. He wondered if that meant that the battery had finally died. He could only hope!
Once Lincoln, Bryce, Danny and Aaron were finished dressing, he followed them out to where Ben and Elliott were waiting. Aaron and Lincoln excitedly conveyed what had gone down in the showers to the other two, occasionally sniggering at Jack who found it painful to hear them talking about one of the worst moments of his life.
"I can't believe I missed it!" Ben said unhappily.
"Oh don't worry," Elliott said, having listened to the entire tale with a completely straight face. "You'll still get to see a show?"
"I will?" Ben asked, half hopeful, half confused.
"Oh yes!" Elliott said, a cruel grin spreading across his face. "Remember earlier, I banned little Jacky from cumming. Well it looks like he broke the rule. I feel a punishment coming on!"
A PERSONAL REQUEST FROM THE AUTHOR
As mentioned in my previous chapter, I was recently subject to a little misfortune which resulted in the loss of my laptop and phone (hence the delays in posting chapters and replying to emails). I have been writing and posting stories on Nifty on and off for five years now and it's my life. Writing is all I think about most of the time. Now that I've posted the last couple of chapters that I had backed up on a flash drive, it's likely to take quite some time for me to write anything else as I'm having to work on devices I can borrow from friends occasionally. I have started a gofundme campaign and while I know it's probably very cheeky to ask for handouts, I figured it was worth a shot if it might get me back up and writing sooner! If you can spare anything (after you've supported Nifty of course) then please go to https://www.gofundme.com/2j2mcc3g to help. Many thanks for all the support (both personal and otherwise)