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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
Chapter 7
THEN
"Hold him down!" Jack commanded.
"Get the fuck offa me!" Bryce demanded as his teammates grappled him, holding him down.
"Lincoln, you do it!" Jack ordered, not wanting to sully his own hands with the task. He threw the tube of Bengay to the younger player.
"You're not fucking do this!" Bryce snarled angrily as he struggled against the hands holding him down.
"I told you before we started, whoever did the slowest lap time, gets Bengay to the balls. Maybe that will encourage you to run a little faster!" Jack said matter-of-factly. "Now Lincoln, rub it in or you get it too!"
Lincoln looked round at his teammates nervously. He knew that Jack only had any power here as long as the majority obeyed him. Perhaps if someone stood up to him, said no to him, others might follow and then they could topple the little dictator. As always though, he didn't dare to take the risk. If he attempted such a coup and failed, Jack's wrath would be terrifying.
"Sorry bro," Lincoln said sympathetically to Bryce as he squeezed some of the thick cream from the tube.
Bryce's shorts and jock strap had been yanked down to mid-thigh, his meaty cock flapping back and forth wildly as he struggled in vain.
Lincoln reached down and grabbed Bryce's cock, holding it aside as he started rubbing the cream into his balls. The larger teen winced for a moment as the cream felt cold. Lincoln kept rubbing until it had all been soaked up. He had been so caught up in completing the task that he hadn't even noticed what had happened in his other hand. Bryce's cock had begun to swell, not visibly yet, but it was definitely starting to feel thicker and firmer.
Through his discomfort, Bryce shot Lincoln a looked that clearly begged 'don't say anything!'
Lincoln nodded to his friend and gave a weak smile. "All done, let him up!" he called out.
Without waiting for an okay from Jack, the others let go and Bryce quickly pulled his shorts back up, thankful to be able to conceal his still-thickening tool. "Ah!" he called out as the burning sensation began to kick in. He desperately pawed at his balls, hoping that his jock strap could absorb some of the cream, but it was totally in vain. The sensation only strengthened more and more with each passing second.
Jack stood laughing at the younger player's pain, most of the others joining in with his laughter, more out of fear of receiving the same treatment than out of actual humour.
"Right, let's take another lap. Whoever's slowest... after little Brycie here... gets the same!" Jack said with a wicked grin.
The whole team took off like a shot. As inhumane as the threat was, it had certainly done its job and inspired the team to work harder! That was just a pleasant side-effect for Jack though, he had already won his prize, Bryce was suffering!
NOW
As the small group of teens walked along towards the parking lot, Jack found himself getting increasingly annoyed at the constant stares from Ben, who walked beside him. The younger teen just kept looking and grinning.
"WHAT?" Jack said sharply to the younger boy.
"Did you really shoot your load in front of the entire team? I mean, like, without even touching?" Ben asked in awe, his own cock visibly hard at the prospect.
"I don't wanna talk about it!" Jack said moodily. He had thought that walking through the halls in his skimpy outfit, the entire school eyeing his bulge was the most humiliating thing he could experience until that moment in the showers. The orgasm had been truly astonishing, but in how it felt and how it looked. Never before had he shot that far or felt pleasure so intense. Was it so strong because of the excessive build-up, or was it somehow enhanced by the abject embarrassment he had felt at the time. Either way, it had set his mind racing.
"Well I'm telling you to talk about it!" Ben said. His tone was jovial, but his expression made it apparent it was most definitely an order. "How did it feel?"
'Amazing!' Jack thought, almost smiling at the memory of the sensation, but stopping himself at the last second. Instead he continued to scowl and just replied, "Embarrassing!"
"So aside from us lot, are they, like, the first people to see you cum?" Ben asked curiously.
Jack smirked. "You mean, am I a virgin? No fucking way, I've been fucking girls since I was younger than you" He was attempting to brag, but quickly realised that telling the little homo about his female conquests was never really going to impress.
"Is the butt plug still in?" Ben asked as they neared the cars. Jack nodded silently in response, so Ben added, "And is it still vibrating?"
"No, thank fuck. I think the battery died!" Jack said, the relief apparent in his voice.
Ben sighed and shook his head. "Swearing again Jack, you really are a slow learner!"
"Oh, no, wait, I'm sorry!" Jack said apologetically.
"Too late," Ben said with a gleeful grin. "If the plug's not vibrating any more, we may as well take it out. Come here."
"Wait, what? Here?" Jack asked, panicking. The parking lot was a short walk from the school buildings and the few remaining cars mostly shielded them from prying eyes, but that didn't lessen Jack's fear at all.
"Yes here, now stand still!" Ben insisted.
"What you doing?" Elliott asked, seeing the other two stopping to face each other.
"The plug's battery died, figured we may as well take it out!" Ben said flatly.
Elliott sniggered, knowing how much Jack would have been hating where they were doing it. "Fair enough, but make it quick. I wanna get on with this!"
Jack shuddered, not knowing whether he was more scared of having the plug removed so publicly or whatever Elliott had planned for him. He looked down, his breathing getting heavier as Ben reached for the tiny shorts and undid them, then pushed them down to mid-thigh. He wanted to look around, make sure nobody was looking, but couldn't bring himself to do it, too scared of making eye contact with anyone. He let the younger boy spin him around and bend him over. "Oh God!" he grunted as he felt Ben grab the base of the plug and yank it out.
"Okay, you can pull 'em up!" Ben commanded as the rest of the group walked away, laughing at the brief humiliation that had just been inflicted.
Jack quickly pulled up the shorts and did them up, the followed behind the others. It felt strange having the plug gone. His hole ached from having the toy inside him all day and it was somewhat more comfortable to have it gone, but at the same he felt somehow.... empty! He cursed himself for having such a faggoty thought. Ass stuff was for the gays, so he forced himself to try not to think about it.
Jack got into his car as Elliott once again took the wheel. As always, Ben joined him in the front while the other four followed along in Bryce's car.
"So what are you gonna tell the team about what they saw today?" Elliott asked as they drove.
"Oh... I... erm..." Jack stuttered. He hadn't thought about it yet. A tiny part of him hoped he would never have to talk about it, but he quickly realised how naïve that thought was. Their normally body-conscious Captain had come to school in a revealing outfit, then joined them in the shower with a rock-hard cock then spontaneously ejaculated in front of them. Of course there would be questions. "I don't... know!" Jack replied honestly.
"Well I'll leave it up to you to decide," Elliott replied, then added, "But just so you know, if you even think of trying to tell anyone else why you're really doing all this stuff, you'll be in more trouble than you ever thought possible. Got it?"
"I won't, I don't want anyone to know," Jack replied immediately.
"Well keep doing as you're told and nobody ever needs to!" Ben said with a slight chuckle.
"Where are we going?" Jack asked, wanting to change the subject. He had expected to be taken to the park or Ben's house again, they seemed to be the preferred spots for his torture. Instead, they had headed to the freeway that connected the North side of Holmepoint to the South side, avoiding the city centre. It was also busy with traffic heading from other parts of the state towards Phoenix.
"You'll see when we get there!" Ben said smugly, but moments later they pulled off the freeway, so he added, "Oh never mind, I guess we're here!"
Jack looked confused. There was nothing nearby, just the road heading into Holmepoint and the busy traffic of the freeway behind them. The only thing that really stood out was the large bridge that crossed the freeway. It had been built years before in anticipation of a massive redevelopment project that had fallen through for financial reasons.
"Come on," Elliott prompted, getting out of the car. He headed straight for the bridge, joining up with Bryce, Lincoln, Danny and Aaron. Ben hung back slightly, ensuring jack followed.
"Okay, clothes off!" Bryce commanded as Jack eventually reached them.
Jack hated that command. Despite how much time he had spent naked over the last few days, it got no easier to do, especially out in the open as they were now. He sighed, wanting to resist but knowing they would give him no choice. He pulled off the tank top, still slightly-damp with sweat, then looked hopefully at the group as he reached for the shorts. Would they be merciful, would they perhaps let him retain a little of his dignity? Their mixed expressions of amusement and annoyance quickly provided the answer. He pulled the shorts down and stepped out of them.
"Okay, what now?" Jack asked unhappily.
"I'm sorry, since when did footwear stop being counted as clothing?" Bryce asked angrily.
"Yeah, learn to do as you're fucking told!" Elliott snapped, balling his fist and ramming it into Jack's stomach.
"Ugh!" Jack grunted, doubling over. Struggling to catch his breath, he kicked off his sneakers and pulled off his socks, feeling the warm concrete beneath his bare feet. It still amazed him how much of a difference being barefoot made. It somehow made him feel even more exposed feeling the ground beneath his feet.
"Let's go!" Elliott ordered. They started walking on, leaving Jack's clothes on the ground where he had dropped them.
"People are gonna see!" Jack said in shock as he realised they were heading onto the bridge. They had been far enough from the road for them to not really be seen by passing drivers, but once they started along the bridge he would become a lot more visible. There was only a short, metal railing along the side of it, giving him absolutely no cover.
"Hey, I said you were gonna put on a show. Can't have a show without an audience, can you?" Elliott asked rhetorically.
Jack looked ready to cry at the thought of being seen by all the passing strangers, but reluctantly walked along with the group as they started up the slope of the bridge. Once they reached the point where they were almost directly above the freeway, Elliott stopped.
"Okay, we'll stay here, but you keep on going!" Elliott ordered, gesturing for Jack to continue. "You'll walk until you're above the middle of the road, then you will stand by the railing, face the oncoming traffic and jerk off."
"Ah dude, I love it!" Aaron said happily. He and the others had not been made aware of what Elliott had planned, so the command was as much a shock to them as it was to Jack.
"Sounds pretty easy though. The horny little fucker'll probably cum in seconds!" Danny added.
"No he won't!" Elliott said with a smile. "Jacky, you're gonna jerk off without cumming until no less than one hundred cars have passed by!"
"Please, no!" Jack begged. A hundred cars? That meant a hundred drivers, plus passengers! Being seen naked by one stranger made him want to throw up, hundreds though? That was entirely unthinkable.
"Two hundred!" Elliott said firmly.
Jack wanted to protest, but it was clear that any attempt to do so would only increase the number further. Instead he resigned himself to his imminent exposure and turned to walk further along the bridge. Once he reached the spot that had been ordered, he stopped and stepped closer to the railings. The freeway was moderately busy, not like rush hour, but enough cars were passing to suggest the two hundred cars might actually pass quite quickly.
With the other teens now beginning to shout and jeer at him, Jack took hold of his cock and began stroking. Annoyingly, he was hard in moments, although he did his best not to think about why. As he looked down at the road, he could just about make the faces of the passing drivers. They were clearly looking upwards, the naked man on the bridge painfully obvious to them.
Jack looked away, unable to handle their stares, but quickly realised he had no choice but to look. He needed to know how many cars had passed so that he knew when to shoot. If he did it too soon, he knew there would be a punishment. He could just wait longer, but if he could avoid being seen by any more people than was absolutely necessary, then he would.
He began counting as he stroked. One, two, three, four, five. He cock was rigid as his hand stroked back and forth. It had only been just over an hour since his last orgasm, but he definitely had another load ready to go. After being deprived of orgasms all weekend and then spending all day being torturously edged, he felt like he could shoot about a dozen loads. Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four. So many people had seen him now, his cheeks were burning, his legs shaking, stomach churning.
Many of the cars were sounding their horns as they saw Jack in action, making it even more obvious that he had been seen. Each honk of a horn made the spectating teens cheer even louder at Jack's humiliation.
As Jack neared one hundred, he had to slow his stroking. He had been so caught up in counting, that he had barely noticed how close he had got himself to cumming.
"KEEP STROKING!" Elliott called out, seeing Jack's hand stop moving.
"I'LL CUM!" Jack complained.
"YOU'LL JUST HAVE TO HOLD IT BACK. I TOLD YOU TO JERK OFF UNTIL TWO HUNDRED CARS HAVE PASSED, SO FUCKING DO IT!" Elliott yelled back over the cheers of the others.
Jack started his hand moving again, albeit very slowly. He tried to focus entirely on the counting and not on the seemingly-inevitable orgasm. He reached one-hundred-and-fifty but knew he couldn't last much longer. He was groaning loudly, the pleasurable edging ready to give way to ejaculation at any moment. One-hundred-and-sixty. One-hundred-and-seventy. One-hundred-and-eighty. Jack squeezed his eyes closed, desperately trying to will himself not to cum yet actually pleading aloud to himself not to do it, triggering more teasing from the other teens.
"FUUUUUUCK!" Jack yelled out as it finally got too much for him and his cock erupted, spurts of cum flying over or through the railing to the road below. It had felt almost as good as the orgasm in the showers. He had to grab the rail with his free hand to remain upright.
"GET OVER HERE NOW!" Elliott screamed angrily.
Elliott's tone, the post-orgasmic come-down and the fear that he had just failed all mixed together as Jack quickly approached his tormentors.
"I told you two hundred!" Elliott said, eyebrows raised. "You shot after just one-hundred-and-ninety-three."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I couldn't hold back any more!" Jack whimpered apologetically.
The entire group watched on, amazed to see Jack actually apologising for something. They never thought they would see him like that. Perhaps he was making progress after all.
"Wow, I guess he really enjoyed it then!" Aaron teased.
"I did not!" Jack insisted.
"Either way, he failed. So what's the punishment for a failing a punishment?" Lincoln asked excitedly.
Elliott chuckled wickedly. "Well you know what they say... the show must go on!"
Jack was sat in the restroom stall, naked and once again stroking. He had not been allowed to re-dress after leaving the bridge, riding naked in the back of his own car as almost seemed to be standard practice by now. He had been taken back to the park and ordered out of the car. Thankfully they never went far, the restrooms were virtually next to the parking lot.
The naked teen had been ordered to sit in the stall with the door open and begin jerking off. He was under strict orders not to cum unless it was caused by another person. He was also forbidden to close the door, regardless of who came in. He had been sat there for nearly ten minutes already, jumping at every sound, worried about who could walk in and see him. The possibility of being seen was not even his biggest concern in that particular moment, it was Elliott's final order that played most heavily on his mind.
"You will say yes to anything that's requested!" he had commanded.
Eventually someone had walked through, heading to the urinals. It was a man in his mid-forties. He paused momentarily, eyeing the naked teen and up and down for a few seconds before continuing on as normal. Jack had been terrified that man may ask for something and that he would have to say yes!
Less than an hour earlier, Jack had been seen by a couple of hundred passing motorists, but being seen up close by that one lone man somehow felt worse. Perhaps it was the look in the man's eye, the smirk on his face as he had sized Jack up. The man could see his face much more clearly than the drivers had. He could pass him in the street some time and be recognised him. That was the fear!
Thankfully, without Elliott and the others actively watching him, he was able to take brief breaks from his stroking when he felt himself getting close to cumming. He found it amazing that he could even get hard after his two earlier orgasms in relatively quick succession, yet there he was, edging once again in the public space.
A few more guys came in, one standing to watch for a couple of minutes, but the other two passing by relatively quickly, obviously not interested.
Jack wondered how long he had to stay there. Elliott had not specified a time for this punishment, instead just telling him to 'stay put until we come and get you'. He kept thinking about his clothes, wondering whether they were still in his car out in the parking lot or if the others had left entirely.
He was shaken from his thoughts as he heard footsteps approaching once again. Someone appeared outside the stall. He looked young, probably around Ben's age. His eyes lit up as he saw Jack sitting there naked and hard.
"Fuck!" the kid exclaimed in shock. "Having fun?"
Jack remained silent, just staring at the boy. The young teen's cheeks had flushed as bright a red as Jack's own. Jack looked him up and down. He was a scrawny kid, about five foot tall, with jet black hair and dark eyes. Most notable was the movement in his pants, his cock visibly swelling before Jack's eyes!
"Is it okay if I watch?" he asked nervously.
Jack's jaw clenched. "Yes," he said reluctantly.
"Awesome!" the kid said happily. He reached down and groped his erection through his pants. He stood staring for a minute, occasionally glancing round at the door, apparently as nervous as Jack. He moaned happily as he continued squeezing his bulge, eventually reaching down to unzip. He pulled out a small but solid cock. He grinned as he saw Jack look at it. "You wanna suck it?"
"Yes," Jack said again, feeling his stomach churn. It was terrifying and humiliating knowing he had been ordered to do it, but that wasn't what disturbed him most, it was the way his cock twitched in his hand as the boy approached him. He leaned forward and took the boy's cock into his mouth.
"Oh shit!" the boy exclaimed, one hand grasping at Jack's hair, the other grabbing his shoulder.
Jack closed his eyes and sucked. He was going quickly, vigorously. It wasn't that he was keen to pleasure the boy, he just wanted to get it over with. Being caught naked in the restroom would be hard enough to explain, but being naked and sucking a kid's cock, that was likely to get him in as much trouble as Ben's fake rape video.
"You're fucking good at that!" the boy groaned excitedly. "I'm gonna.... ah fuck.... I'm gonna cum!" His voice was high-pitched already, but in his near-orgasmic state it was more like a squeak.
Jack swallowed the cum. He was starting to get used to the taste of it. It seemed preferable to having the boy cum on his face or chest. He eventually opened his eyes, released the boy's cock and looked up. "What the fuck?" Jack exclaimed in shock as he saw the boy's phone pointing down at him.
"Hey, that was my first blow job, I wanna remember it!" the boy said with a chuckle.
"Yeah but.... wait... erm.. how old are you?" Jack asked, having terrifying flashbacks to the moment Ben revealed the video to him.
"Fourteen, why?" the boy asked, lowering the phone to zip up his pants.
"Oh shit, oh fuck!" Jack muttered. After being threatened with the other video, he had started doing some research, wondering whether Elliott was just trying to scare him. He had been unhappy to learn that Elliott was right. At fifteen, the things Jack had done with Ben would indeed have earned him an eighteen-month sentence. This kid though, he was even younger. Depending on how he was tried, that could be up to a life imprisonment. "Delete it. Delete it now!" Jack snarled, jumping up.
The boy was too quick, he turned and ran.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!" Jack repeated to himself, pacing back and forth in the restroom. He wanted to chase the boy, catch him, force him to delete the incriminating video, but a naked man chasing a boy and assaulting him, that was hardly likely to go unnoticed. Instead, he walked back into the stall, closed the door and stared blankly at the floor.
"Guessing it went well then!" Ben laughed as he saw his friend run around the corner to their hiding spot.
"Just like you said it would!" the boy replied.
"And did you tell him you're fourteen?" Ben asked.
"Yup. I thought I'd have to just blurt it out, but he actually asked. It caught me by surprise, I nearly said sixteen but stopped myself! So now he thinks I'm only fourteen!" the boy answered, beaming with pride.
"Perfect!" Elliott said excitedly. "Send me the video!"
"No problem," the boy said happily. He pressed a few buttons on his phone and sent on the video.
"Now delete it!" Elliott added.
The boy looked unhappy. "Aww, do I have to?" he asked, pouting.
"Yeah you do!" Ben said, snatching the phone to make sure it was deleted. "That was the deal. You get a blowjob from Jack and we get the video!"
"Fine," the boy replied, taking the phone back. "You ever need me to get a blowjob from a hot guy again, you let me know, okay!" he said to Ben with a slight chuckle.
"I might take you up on that!" Ben laughed back, then gave his friend a quick hug.
The boy ran off, waving back at his friend momentarily.
"You're an evil fucking genius sometimes, Elliott. I don't know whether to be impressed or scared!" Lincoln said. As with the bridge, this plan had been arranged between Elliott and Ben only, leaving the rest to just watch and be amused/impressed.
"Thanks," Elliott said with a grin.
"So we gonna go and get him? He's gotta be totally freaking out in there!" Bryce asked, looking in the direction of the restrooms.
"Nah, let's make him wait a bit longer!" Aaron said.
"Yeah, and not a word about having the video to him when we do get him. I want this as a.... back-up threat if he starts misbehaving. Got it?" Elliott instructed.
The rest of the group nodded their understanding.
"So what's the plan for tomorrow?" Danny asked, hoping to hear about the next tortures planned for Jack.
"Nothing!" Ben said, getting confused looks in response.
"Nothing? As in, you've not planned it yet?" Aaron asked, frowning.
Ben shook his head and smiled at Elliott. "No, nothing as in we're not going to do anything to him."
"You going soft or something?" Danny asked unhappily.
"Definitely not!" Ben said, grinning as he grabbed at his cock. The double-entendre got a laugh from the others.
Elliott laughed, but then addressed the others. "It's all part of the plan. We just torture him constantly and he'll just get more stubborn. I know Jack, we gotta mess with his head. An entire day of worrying about what we're going to do, but nothing actually happening, it'll totally screw him up. He'll be terrified all day of what he thinks is coming!" he explained.
"Oh I like that!" Lincoln said happily, revelling in the prospect of making Jack miserable.
"Not just that, though. I want him to try and have a normal day at school," Ben explained. "After what happened today, he'll have a pretty hard time. I want him to know that life as he knows it is over, he can't go back after what we're doing to him!"
"Okay, you too. Both of you, evil geniuses!" Lincoln said, looking back and forth between Elliott and Ben.
"Hehehe, thanks," Ben said with a delighted grin.
"So I'm thinking after we go and get him, I'll just let him go home and worry himself stupid about everything, unless anyone has any other requests," Elliott said, looking round the group.
Bryce and Elliott looked at each other and grinned, then to Elliott and said, "Actually, mind if we take him home?" Bryce asked slightly sheepishly.
"You wanna fuck him again, don't you?" Danny asked, shaking his head.
"Fuck yes!" Bryce said instantly. "His ass is amazing!"
Elliott nodded. "You're not wrong there. Fine, you two can take him home and do... whatever it is you wanna do on the way."
Jack was on his knees. He had gotten so worked up worrying about the video the boy had taken that he had actually thrown up. He had just flushed when there was a knock at the door. He stood and unlocked the door, pulling it open.
"I'm sorry, I know you said..." Jack started, but his apology was halted by the clothes thrown at him.
"Get dressed!" Elliott ordered. He watched as Jack quickly started pulling on the shorts. "I'm going home and I'm taking your car. Bryce is gonna take you home. I'll come by to pick you up for school in the morning." He didn't wait for a response from Jack. Instead he just walked out.
Jack didn't know whether to be relieved or scared that Elliott hadn't even commented on his failure to follow orders. He quickly pulled on the tank top, socks and sneakers then headed out of the restroom. Elliott was long gone, along with Ben. Danny and Aaron. Only Bryce and Lincoln remained.
"Come on," Bryce commanded, heading towards the parking lot.
Jack was freaking out. As far as he knew, there was a kid running around somewhere with a video that see him imprisoned for life. He wanted to talk to them about it, to tell them what had happened, but they seemed disinterested in his presence, listening to his problems was doubtlessly something they would care about even less.
Bryce and Lincoln were talking about football as they headed to the car. It was a conversation Jack would have happily joined in with under normal circumstances, but it didn't seem appropriate for him to just chat casually with two of his tormentors. They ignored Jack all the way to the car, just talking to each other all the way to Lincoln's house.
As they got out of the car, they walked around the house rather than going to the front door. There were steps at the side of the house leading down to the basement door. Lincoln unlocked the door and let them in. As they got inside, Jack realised that the entire basement was Lincoln's room. His bed area was in one corner, a lounge and TV in another, bathroom in the third corner and then stairs leading up to the rest of the house in the fourth corner.
'Nice place,' Jack thought to himself, but didn't verbalise it. It still didn't feel right to just talk casually to his two junior teammates.
"It's getting late, let's make this quick!" Lincoln said, glancing at the clock. "Get your clothes off!"
For what felt like the hundredth time that day, Jack undressed although this time he wasn't alone. Bryce and Lincoln both undressed too. It was strange seeing the two naked together, they looked so vastly different. Bryce with his bulging muscles, Lincoln with his slender frame. The one thing they both had in common though was their rigidly hard cocks.
Jack almost felt relieved, sending what was about to happen. He certainly didn't revel in the thought of sex with the two younger teens, but at least that was all it was. No public exposure, no strangers seeing him or doing things to him, it was just him and them!
Lincoln opened a drawer in the corner and pulled out a couple of condoms and a bottle of lube. "I'm having his ass first!" he said, almost growling. He ripped open the condom and slid it on before applying some lube. "Bend over!" he barked at Jack who remained in place, but leaned over forward.
Lincoln moved behind the older teen, rubbed the remnants of the lube covering his fingers onto Jack's hole and then began to push his dick inside.
Jack let out a low, almost content, groan. The feeling of emptiness after having the plug removed had not gone away and he cursed himself for actually feeling happy to have something inside him again. As Bryce moved in front of him and pushed his cock into Jack's mouth, the tortured teen found himself almost looking forward to Bryce's turn.
He kept thinking about what had happened a couple of nights earlier, hos he had willingly allowed Bryce to fuck him. The whole thing had turned out to be a set up to humiliate him further, but until that revelation, it had actually felt amazing. He had kissed Bryce, that was the part that surprised him most. Wanting to ride his cock made a sort of sense, it could make him orgasm, something he had desperately needed at the time, but what purpose did a kiss serve? Was it a by-product of his extreme horniness, did it just come naturally when fucking someone in that position or was it simply that he wanted Bryce? It couldn't be that. He hated Bryce. The young jock had been a constant pain to Jack, a constant rival, a challenger to his superiority. It was just the horniness, it had to be!
"Oh God, seriously, this ass!" Lincoln groaned. He slapped Jack's butt cheek with one hand as he continued thrusting in and out.
Bryce was enjoying the blowjob, but it was Jack's ass he wanted. "Can we swap yet?" he asked hopefully.
"Not yet, I'm almost... ah yeah... almost.... fuck... just a bit more.... yes... yes.... aaaah!" Lincoln moaned happily as he shot his load. He pulled out once his orgasm subsided and slapped Jack's butt once again. "He's all yours!"
"Great!" Bryce said happily. He grabbed the bottle of lube from where Lincoln had left it and squirted some into his hand, then began stroking it onto his erection.
"Don't you want a condom?" Lincoln asked as he flopped onto the sofa.
"Oh!" Bryce said, blushing slightly. They hadn't used one on their previous encounter so the thought hadn't crossed his mind. He looked to Jack.
The older teen simply shrugged, mostly just beyond caring what happened at this point.
Bryce sat down, grabbing Jack's arm and pulling him closer. He kept pulling until the naked seventeen-year-old had straddled his lap. He reached down with one hand and positioned his cock with the head against Jack's hole then looked him in the eye.
They both shuddered as the solid tool slid inside, then inhaled sharply in perfect, unplanned synchronisation. For a moment, it was like everything else dropped away, delightful ripples of pleasure seeming to bounce back and forth between them. The bizarrely pleasant moment was rudely interrupted by Lincoln who jumped onto the sofa beside them.
"Yeah, ride him little Jacky!" Lincoln taunted.
'Fuck off!' Jack thought, but managed to avoid blurting it out.
"Wow, you really like Bryce's big ol' dick, don't ya boy!" Lincoln teased, reaching down to give Jack's newly-hardened cock a squeeze.
"No. It just.... it's the angle and... and..." Jack stuttered, trying to convince himself as much as Lincoln.
Bryce watched Jack get gradually more flustered, cheeks reddening, brow beading with sweat. If the older teen wasn't such a colossal cunt, he might have actually been cute! More concerned with his own pleasure than Jack's desperate floundering, he reached up and grabbed his chin, turning the older boy's head towards him. "Ignore Link, just... do it!" he suggested gently, thrusting his hips up to emphasise his point.
"Okay," Jack agreed. He did his best to ignore the ongoing teasing and barrage of insults from Lincoln as he slowly slid up and down Bryce's chunky cock. He gradually got faster and faster as he felt an orgasm beginning to build. He really needed to figure out what it was that was making him feel like this. If it was simply the position he was in, he needed to find a way to replicate it because as much as he hated to admit it, it was a truly staggering sensation. On the other hand, if it was Bryce that was making him feel that way.... he couldn't bring himself to think about that possibility.
"I'm gonna cum. Are you?" Bryce asked breathily.
"Not quite yet," Jack whispered back.
"Maybe this'll help!" Bryce said with a smile. He leant forward and took Jack's nipple into his mouth.
"Oh God yes!" Jack gasped as the sensation of Jack's lips around his nipple shot through him.
The yell of delight began the chain reaction. Feeling a wave of excitement, Bryce began to cum inside Jack, which in turn triggered Jack to cum on Bryce's stomach.
Once again, what could have been a nice moment was ruined by Lincoln who continued his stream of insults and abuse.
"For fuck's sake Link, give it a rest!" Bryce snapped angrily. He shoved Jack aside and stood up, heading to Lincoln's bathroom to clean up.
Wondering why Bryce was so annoyed, Lincoln stood too, grabbing a pair of shorts and pulling them on. He looked over to a slightly-dazed Jack and called out, "Get dressed, we're finished with you!"
The comment hurt more than it was probably intended to. Jack felt cheap, like he was nothing more than a toy for their amusement, one that they had not apparently finished playing with. Once again the tiny shorts and tank top were pulled on, barely concealing anything but giving Jack at least a slight sense of comfort.
Bryce emerged from the bathroom moments later and pulled on his own clothes. By then, Lincoln had turned on his xbox and started up a game. "See ya tomorrow!" he called out as Bryce headed for the door.
"Yeah, see ya," Bryce called back. "Come on Jack, I'll take you home."
The two teens headed for the car and got in silently.
They had not long pulled out of Lincoln's driveway when Bryce said, "I'm starving, I haven't eaten tonight. You must be pretty hungry too, right?"
Jack was caught a little by surprise. Still feeling cheapened and once again beginning to worry about the video that had been taken earlier, he had not expected the question. "Oh, erm... yeah I guess I am." Hunger had not been something that had even crossed his mind, but now that it had been brought to his attention he felt ravenous.
"You fancy a pizza?" Bryce asked as he drove.
"Oh what, let me guess. I have to go get it naked. Or you're gonna cum on it before I eat it? Or you're gonna make me crawl round like a dog and beg for it?" Jack asked sharply, automatically suspicious of the question.
"No!" Bryce said, holding back his annoyance slightly. "I was just being nice. Now d'you want a fucking pizza or not?"
Jack felt suddenly sheepish. "Erm, yes... please!" he said quietly.
"Okay then!" Bryce said with a nod. He drove on for a few more minutes, then pulled up outside the pizza place they often used when doing things at Lincoln's place. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
Jack found himself suddenly alone, with no orders, no humiliating tasks, just him and his thoughts. He kept thinking of the kid, what he might be doing with the video, who he might be showing. Perhaps he had already shown it to the police. Maybe they had gone to his house to look for him, maybe his parents knew all about it, knew their son was a criminal. What would they think of him? What would he say to them? How could he ever look his Mother in the eye again? His life was over, all because of that kid, all because of one blowjob.
"Hey, you okay?" Bryce suddenly asked as he opened the door.
Jack jumped at the other teen's sudden appearance, gasping to catch his breath, not even realising he had been holding it as he got lost in his thoughts.
"What's wrong?" Bryce asked. He knew it was a very open question, considering what he was helping to do to Jack, but it still seemed like something was particularly bothering the older boy.
'Tell him!' Jack thought to himself. 'Tell him what happened!' He knew what he wanted to say, but couldn't bring himself to say it. "Nothing, I'm fine!" he insisted.
"Okay, you hold these!" Bryce said, handing the two pizza boxes over as he climbed in. "It's too busy round here, let's go somewhere quiet."
Jack sat cursing himself. That was it, that was an opportunity to share his worries about the boy and he had missed it.
Bryce drove away from the pizza place and stopped a few minutes down the road. They had parked next to a park, much smaller than the one where Jack had been tortured so often over the last few days. This one was just a small patch of grass with a few trees on one side and playground equipment on the other. They got out and headed for the trees. Bryce took a seat, leaning on one of them and gestured for Jack to hand him the pizzas and sit beside him.
Jack looked round nervously. "So... what? Aaron and Danny are gonna pop out any second with cameras again, are they?" he asked suspiciously.
"No, this isn't some trick, this is just dinner. Now give me my pizza before I make you!" Bryce said with a slight grin.
Jack handed a box to Bryce then sat down and opened the other one. He pulled out a slice and cast the box aside as he began to devout it hungrily.
Jack was already onto his third slice before Bryce spoke. "It wasn't my idea!" he said quietly.
"What wasn't?" Jack asked, his mouth full of pizza.
"The... the thing, the other night. Recording you... asking me to.... you know!" Bryce mumbled.
"You seemed pretty into it though!" Jack said, swallowing and lowering the remainder of the slice, not wanting to keep eating while they were talking.
"I was. I mean... ugh!" Bryce growled angrily, not able to express what he was thinking. "Look, the stuff I told you was true. I had a date, total cock tease, I was horny and I wanted to fuck. But I made the mistake of telling the others that I was going to your place to... take care of it and they just kind of... seized the opportunity!"
"Whatever, doesn't really matter now, does it!" Jack said moodily. It did actually make him feel a little better about it, but in general he was still just too pissed with the entire situation to really care why Bryce had done it.
"Fine, yeah, whatever!" Bryce replied back moodily. "I was just... trying to... yeah, whatever, forget I said anything!"
The two went back to eating in silence. Once again Jack's mind wandered onto the boy, his mind filling with terrible thoughts, all the possible outcomes if the video got out. Eventually it was enough to even stop him eating, his hand slumping down to his side.
"What's wrong?" Bryce demanded, "And don't tell me it's nothing, you look like you're about to throw up!"
Jack looked at the younger teen and opened his mouth, intending to insist everything was fine. Instead, as his eyes met Bryce's, it finally got too much. With a pathetic whimper, Jack burst into tears. He sat back, not wanting Bryce to see him in such a state. He expected some kind of comment from Bryce. His biggest rival, one of his torturers and one of his most poorly-treated teammates could see him sobbing like a little kid. Such a show of weakness was just begging mockery. Instead, he felt an arm slide around his shoulders, pulling him sideways into a tight hug.
The close contact felt nice, the younger teens muscular arms wrapping around him. It wasn't enough to stop him crying, but he felt a little less self-conscious crying onto Bryce's shoulder. After a few minutes, he had calmed enough to try talking between sobs. "It was... in the restroom... this kid... I sucked him... he filmed it... but... but... he's... fourteen!" Jack gasped weakly.
Bryce felt a slight twinge of guilt. Jack was a cunt. He was a thug, a bully, a racist, a homophobe, a misogynist, a bigot. He was literally the worst person Bryce had ever known and he entirely deserved everything that had been done to him, but even knowing all of that, he somehow felt a slight pang of sympathy for the crying teen in his arms.
"Hey, shh, it's okay," Bryce whispered reassuringly. He knew the truth. He knew the boy was not fourteen and that there was no risk of the boy sharing it and part of him wanted to tell Jack. This was what they wanted though. They wanted him broken down, torn to pieces so he could really see himself for what he was. He fought his urge to tell Jack, instead taking solace in the fact that he was at least providing a little support.
"But... what if he...shows anyone?" Jack whimpered. "My life... would be... over!"
"He can't!" Bryce blurted out, instantly regretting it.
Jack sat up, pulling out of the hug. He looked at Bryce inquisitively.
"He can't show anyone, because he doesn't have the video!" Bryce explained. He figured that would be enough to calm Jack, without completely giving away the truth. "We caught him coming out of the restroom, Elliott made him send the video to him then deleted it off the kid's phone!"
"What?" Jack asked in surprise. "Elliott has it?"
Bryce just nodded.
"Wait..." Jack said, frowning. "Why... would you tell me this?" He was once again eyeing Bryce suspiciously.
"Look at the state of you!" Bryce commented. "I couldn't let you stay that upset. I don't like seeing people suffer, I'm not you!"
Jack was conflicted over the comments. On one hand, he felt good knowing that Bryce was actually being nice to him for real, but at the same time, it was hard hearing Bryce suggest that he liked to see people suffer. "I don't... do that!" he said defensively, but with absolutely no conviction.
"So the things you do to everyone around you, that's all normal is it?" Bryce asked, amazed that Jack could even attempt to defend himself.
"Yeah, it is!" Jack replied sharply.
Bryce stared at Jack for a few seconds, trying to comprehend what he was hearing. "Seriously, you don't see anything wrong with the things you do?"
Jack simply shrugged.
"Oh my God, you're unbelievable!" Bryce said, shaking his head.
"Why do people keep saying that to me?" Jack asked with a scowl.
Bryce was disgusted. For a moment, he thought they were making progress, that perhaps sharing that moment together, helping jack in a moment of weakness might be a step in the right direction for the older boy, that he might begin to reflect on his actions but clearly not. He remained as oblivious as ever.
"Let's go!" Bryce said, standing up.
"What about your pizza?" Jack asked, looking at the barely-touched box beside him.
"I've lost my appetite!" Bryce said moodily.
Jack got up and started following. "Wait, are you... pissed at me?"
"No!" Bryce snapped.
"Kinda seems like you are!" Jack insisted. "What did I do?"
Bryce stopped and looked back at Jack. "Ya know, you could be... amazing. I mean, you're smart, cute, athletic, charismatic and sexy as hell, but then you open your mouth and there's this.... horrible personality that just hides all the good stuff!"
"I... erm... I..." Jack stuttered. He wasn't sure what to say. Once again Bryce had said something that made him feel both amazing and devastated at the same time. "You think I'm cute AND sexy? You really are a faggot, aren't you!"
"Shut up!" Bryce snapped angrily.
Jack grinned, happy to back on the other side of it for once.
"I'm right, aren't I. You're a total faggot and you're totally into me. That's it, isn't it!" Jack sneered.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Bryce yelled. He grabbed Jack by the throat but quickly realised what he was doing and let go. "Fine, you know what, yeah, doing things with you has kinda made me start thinking about myself in other ways and yeah, maybe I do have a bit of thing for you, but you know when that really started?"
Jack shrugged.
"It started when YOU kissed ME!" Bryce snapped. Jack's face dropped. "OH yeah, you remember that, don't you! The way YOU kissed ME, the way YOU wanted ME to fuck you! So who's the faggot now?"
"I'm not gay!" Jack snapped furiously.
"Oh really? So if I did this..." Bryce started, then leaned in, placing a hand on Jack's neck. "You wouldn't try to..." He never got a chance to finish, Jack's lips were on his.
The kiss lasted for several seconds before they pulled apart.
"Why did you do that?" Jack demanded angrily.
"I didn't, you did it!" Bryce insisted.
"Nuh-uh, that was you!" Jack argued back.
Bryce frowned back at him. "What? No way, that was totally you. All I did was lean closer, like this!" He leaned in once again the teens were kissing.
Jack pushed Bryce away. "Stop doing that!" he snarled.
"I'm not doing it. You're doing it, for fuck's sake!" Bryce said angrily.
"Fine. I'm gonna move closer, don't kiss me!" Jack said calmly. He stepped up to Bryce again, their faces barely inches apart. "See, nothing's... nothing's happening!"
"Yeah, I... I guess... it's not!" Bryce mumbled back.
Their breathing was heavy and perfectly synchronised.
"Bryce..." Jack said weakly.
"Yeah," he whispered back.
"I really wanna kiss you!" Jack finally conceded.
"I wanna kiss you too!" Bryce said back. He leaned in, placing his forehead and nose against Jack's.
"I'm not gay!" Jack said quietly.
"Me neither!" Bryce agreed.
They moved as one, bringing their lips together, neither knowing what was really happening or what they were feeling. They simply needed to do it.
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