Jack Hamilton

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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person

Chapter 8

THEN

"What the fuck d'you call this?" Jack demanded furiously, staring at Danny in disgust. He was sat with several other senior members of the team, most of whom were eagerly scoffing down their own burgers.

"It... it's what you ordered," Danny said nervously as everyone started watching him.

"No, double bacon cheeseburger and diet coke!" Jack insisted. He pulled the burger open. "I don't see bacon, or cheese. Just a fucking burger!" He hurled it hard at Danny, the meat patty slapping against his cheek and falling to the ground as he flinched.

"I... I'm sorry!" Danny apologised. "I asked for..."

"Save it!" Jack yelled. He took a slurp of his drink and spat it out on the floor. "And I asked for a fucking diet coke. This is regular coke. God you're so fucking useless!" He stood up and walked to Danny, pulled the top off of his cup and tipped it over Danny's head. "Now go and get me what I fucking ordered before I kick you off the team for just being so fucking God-damn stupid you moronic cunt!"

Shivering from the ice-cold drink dribbling down his neck and soaking into his clothes, Danny turned to head back inside the restaurant. His fists were clenched. If it was anyone else, he would have pounded the crap out of them, but this was Jack! He had the power to end Danny's football career so he had little choice. Besides, it was better to be on Jack's good side. Outbursts like this were rarely aimed at the guys Jack let close to him, so it was better to endure them than get on his bad side and make an enemy of him.

'One day!' Danny thought as he made his way back to the counter. 'One day it'll be the other way round. He'll get what's coming to him!' He told himself that regularly, sometimes it was the only thing that could get him through Jack's abuse.

He ordered what Jack had requested, ensuring to double-check this time that he had got exactly what the Captain had asked for, ignoring the stares he was getting from the staff as the coke continued dripping down from his hair.

"Here you go," Danny said, handing over the order to Jack. "Double bacon cheeseburger and diet coke.

"About fucking time you brainless dick. Now fuck off, I'm sick of the sight of you!" Jack snapped angrily.

'One day!' Danny kept thinking to himself as he walked away.

NOW

When Jack awoke, it was still dark. He was a little startled as he felt the arms wrapped around him and the body pressed up against his back. He had almost forgotten Bryce was with him. After they had kissed last night and Bryce had driven Jack home, he had invited the younger teen inside. Needless to say he eagerly accepted.

Bryce had fucked him two more times, although it had only made Jack cum once. After that, they had lay down together on Jack's bed, spooning. That was how they had fallen asleep and it seemed neither of them had moved since.

Jack pulled away slightly and sat up. As he looked down at Bryce, he could just about make out the other teen's eyes opening, a smile spreading across his face in the darkness.

"What time is it?" Bryce croaked.

"Still early," Jack replied.

Bryce rolled onto his back and held out his arm towards Jack who happily accepted the invitation and lay back down, resting his head on Bryce's muscular chest, a large arm wrapping around his shoulders as he nestled up against his side.

Jack closed his eyes. He felt a gentle kiss on the top of his head right before he fell back to sleep.

"Aww, isn't that adorable!" A voice called out tauntingly.

Jack's eyes shot open and he rolled away from Bryce, finding Ben standing over him. "Oh, I..."

"Did you have fun on date night?" Ben teased.

Bryce grinned at the two other teens, then looked to Jack who looked completely aghast at being found in such an intimate position with another guy.

"I... he... he made me!" Jack stuttered, jumping out of bed, grabbing a sheet to cover himself. That was when he noticed Elliott over at his desk, playing with his computer.

"What?" Bryce asked, frowning, more than a little confused.

"Yeah, he... he... ordered me to... to let him sleep here, then he.... he just... kept making me, like.... lay with him and stuff!" Jack stammered, staring wide-eyed at Elliott who now approached him, completely unable to look at Bryce.

"Is that true?" Elliott asked, eyebrows raised incredulously, looking from Bryce, to Jack and back again.

Bryce swung his legs round and sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his head. "Yeah. That's right. I made him!" he said, his tone literally dripping with disgust.

"I need to shower!" Jack said. "I have to... erm..." he headed for the bathroom, unsure of what he was trying to say.

"You have to what? Wash the gay away?" Bryce called after Jack as he disappeared into the bathroom. "Best make it a long fucking shower after all the gay I made you do!"

"Hey, you okay?" Elliott asked quietly as Bryce started dressing.

"Fine!" Bryce snapped sharply. As soon as he was dressed, he stormed out.

By the time Jack emerged from the bathroom, Ben and Elliott had picked his outfit for the day and laid it on the bed.

"Wh... where's Bryce?" Jack asked nervously.

"Already gone. Now hurry up and get dressed!" Elliott said firmly, then moved towards the door, tapping his foot impatiently.

Jack was relieved to see that he was being allowed to wear regular shorts today, rather than the tiny denim ones he had been forced into the previous day. He had even been given underwear too, which was a surprise. The top made him a little less happy though. It was a tank top, but an extremely loose one with a very low neckline and sides. As he pulled it on and glanced at himself in the mirror, he realised that most of his body could be seen from the sides, his nipples even becoming visible if he moved the right way. It did a great job of showing off his muscles and body hair.

"Come on," Elliott said, heading out of the bedroom with Ben close behind.

Jack was once again a passenger in the back seat of his own car as they made their way to school. He felt so much better than he had the night before. His fear over the video the boy had taken had completely torn him up, so when Bryce told him that it was now in Elliott's possession it had calmed him significantly. Now though, he had something else to worry about – Bryce!

He sat there, cursing himself for how he had reacted. Why had he told Elliott and Ben those lies? He knew all too well that Bryce hadn't forced him to do anything, he had willingly done everything, and it had felt amazing! But what did that mean?

When they got to school, Elliott and Ben got out of the car and just walked off, not saying a single word to Jack, leaving him slightly at a loss for what to do. Was he being left without orders or was he supposed to just stay there and wait to be told what to do? It bothered him that he had already allowed himself to become so conditioned as to even think that way. Determined not to let them get in his head quite so much, he headed toward the school. Aside from the difference in his clothing, he was determined to make this a normal day.

As he strode up to the main doors, he already felt his confidence ebbing. People were looking at him. Did they always do that? He was normally so caught up in his own things that he rarely paid any attention to 'the little people'. So was this normal? Were they just looking because he was Jack Hamilton, star athlete, Captain of the football team, king of the school, or was it something else? Were they talking about what he had worn yesterday or his choice of clothing today? Had the other guys on the football team shared what had happened in the showers? Did they know the things he had done? Did they know he had woken up beside another guy that morning?

By the time he opened the doors and stepped into the main hallway, his confidence had completely melted away and his determination was fading rapidly. He wanted to slam the door and run back to the car, to drive away and never come back. He began to sweat, hands shaking as once again all eyes fell on him.

"Looking good, Jack!" another student said as they passed him, heading back outside.

Was that a compliment? A taunt? It was impossible to tell. Was he being mocked or admired? He had no idea and it was beginning to infuriate him. Clenching his jaw and balling his hands into fists in an attempt to steel his nerves, Jack spotted a group of his teammates stood about halfway down the corridor. He headed straight over to them.

"Morning, losers!" he said as forcefully as he could manage.

They all looked him up and down, slight smirks on their faces. "Morning Jack," one of them replied. "Nice outfit!" another one added. "How's it going?" another asked.

Once again he was unsure if the comment on his outfit was sincere or not, but the rest of the comments seemed relatively normal. With a gentle sigh of relief, he settled into the conversation, happy to back to a sense of normalcy. When the bell rang and he headed for homeroom, he saw Elliott again, but his former friend still didn't acknowledge him. It was beginning to get a little unnerving. Why was he being ignored? Were they being nice and giving him a day off? That seemed unlikely. They had to be setting him up for something. Even Aaron, Danny and Lincoln carried on as normal when they saw him during the day, not acting any differently to the way they would have done before this entire thing started!

By lunchtime, Jack was completely on edge. He kept expecting one of his tormentors to pop up around every corner, to suddenly receive some horrific command or order, but still nothing came. The worst he got was the occasional snide remark or slight hint of teasing by his teammates about what had happened in the showers. Nothing too overt, just enough to let him know that they were not going to forget it any time soon. It was beginning to chip away at his sanity a little, the fear of what was to come mixed with seeing the affect it was already having on his social standing.

The afternoon passed as uneventfully as the morning, which only served to heighten Jack's sense of dread. This had to be a plan, something nasty had to be coming! As he made his way to football practice, he spotted Bryce, Danny, Aaron and Lincoln making their way to the locker room.

"Hey Captain!" Lincoln called out as they spotted him.

There were other players nearby, so Jack attempted to act naturally, but his stomach churned with every step, wondering if his four teammates were planning something for during practice. What bothered him most though was Bryce! The younger teen had avoided him all day and now wouldn't even look at him. Every time he tried to move close to talk to him, someone else got in the way.

Worrying about what was coming, Jack was distracted throughout practice. The comments and jokes from the team over Jack's outfit and behaviour the previous day also seemed to multiply as more and more of the team gathered together. Spurring each other on with their taunts, by the end of practice it was an almost constant barrage of jokes at Jack's expense.

Whilst Jack was relieved when it was finally over, the thought of heading back into the locker room with the others was less than appealing. It came as quite a relief when he saw the Coach approaching.

"Jack, can I talk to you please," he requested, gesturing for the team Captain to approach.

Jack broke away from the group and walked slowly towards the man. "What's up, Coach?" he asked as normally as he could manage.

"That's what I was going to ask you, Jack!" the older man replied. "Your head's not been in the game the last couple of days."

"Oh, erm... just... a lot on my kind I guess!" Jack lied.

"Well get it sorted and quickly. It's already affecting the team. They were barely listening to you out there today!" Coach said unhappily.

"S... sorry Coach," Jack stuttered. "I'll get on top of it!"

"Make sure you do, Jack. If you're not up to being Captain, there are plenty of others who are!" he warned.

It felt like a punch to the gut. Someone else being Captain of the team? He couldn't let that happen. Being Captain was everything to him. It was a source of his power over the team, it was a symbol of his superiority, he would not let that get taken away. No matter what the others were gonna do to him, he had to ensure he left it off the field from now on! They could take a lot from him, but not that, never that!

"Don't worry Coach, I'll do better!" Jack reassured the man, then turned and walked back towards the locker room.

As he got inside, he noted the eerie quietness. The locker room was empty, although the piles of clothing and pads dotted around the room indicated they hadn't gone far. He could hear the sounds of running water coming from the showers. He briefly considered just grabbing his bag and going, but Danny had told him the previous day that he was ALWAYS to shower from now on. Reluctantly, he undressed, slightly concerned that even as he slowly stripped, nobody emerged from the showers.

Thankful not to have the toy up his ass today, he wrapped a towel around his waist and headed to where he expected the others all were. As he got closer, he could hear quiet talking. Once he stepped inside, the talking stopped, all eyes on him.

"About time!" Evan, one of the other Seniors, called out to him.

"Yeah, we've been waiting for you, Captain!" Trent, a junior, added.

"Wh... what for?" Jack asked nervously, clutching tightly at his towel as the small army of naked guys all eyed him up.

"Well you seemed to enjoy putting on a show for us yesterday, we thought you might wanna do it again!" Evan said, getting a few laughs and jeers from other players.

Jack gulped. "What? No, I just wanna shower!" he said weakly.

"Oh, he wants a shower!" Trent said, grinning wickedly. "Why don't we give him one then!"

Before Jack knew what was happening, several other team members, including Danny and Aaron, had grabbed him, thrown aside his towel and forced him onto his knees in the centre of the room, right above the central drain.

"What are you doing? Get off of me?" Jack yelled out as he was held down.

"This..." Evan said, standing over Jack, holding his cock. "This is for putting bengay in my jockstrap!" He started urinating, the heavy stream hitting Jack in the face.

Jack pulled away in disgust. The others backed off a little, not wanting to get pissed on, but the tight circle they had formed allowed them to keep Jack contained, several hands pushing him down every time he tried to stand.

"And this is for making me dress like a girl during hazing!" Trent added, starting to piss on him too.

"This is for calling always calling me Miguel!" another teen called out, adding another stream.

Jack curled up into a ball, more and more stream of urine shooting at him, drenching him as they reminded him of every mean thing he had done.

Danny, Aaron and Lincoln were all in the circle but remained quiet, just watching Jack suffer.

When the piss finally stopped flowing, Jack felt a hand grab at his hair, pulling his head up. "Now jerk off!" Evan growled at him.

Too scared to disobey, Jack reached down to his crotch and started pulling at his shrivelled cock. He felt hands pulling at him, stretching him out of his foetal position until he was laid on the floor staring up at the team. Several of them were sporting erections already and were now stroking their cocks too. Inexplicably, Jack was hard in seconds.

Jack was whimpering as he stroked, totally shell-shocked by the sudden and brutal attack by his team. It didn't take long before the first load of cum splattered down onto him, then another, and another. Within minutes, half of the team had cum on him. His own stroking was slow but he felt an orgasm building although by the time it got close, most of the team had turned away to finish their showers.

When he realised nobody was actually looking at him, Jack stopped his hand moving, letting it drop to his side.

"We didn't say stop!" Trent called out.

Jack shuddered and grabbed hold of his erection once again. Somehow it actually felt worse having nobody watching than it was having the whole team standing over him. When they observed, he had felt like he was performing for their sick, twisted entertainment, but now it seemed to serve no purpose at all other than to humiliate him.

"Uh!" Jack grunted as he finally added his cum to the dozen other loads covering him. By then though, most of the team had already left. None of them spoke to him, they didn't even look down at him laying there covered in piss and cum, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Eventually it was just Jack and Lincoln left, the younger teen hanging back deliberately. "Come on, let's get you cleaned off," Lincoln said, squatting at Jack's side to help him up.

"How could you do this?" Jack asked weakly. "Ben said.... he said... it would only be you six but you... you told the whole team, you...let them.... you let them do this to me!"

Lincoln turned on one of the shower heads and manoeuvred Jack under it. "We didn't tell them anything, Jack!" Lincoln explained.

"What?" Jack asked in shock.

"Seriously. This wasn't us. We had nothing to do with this!" Lincoln insisted.

"Then.... why?" Jack asked, trembling.

"They were all talking, about what happened in here yesterday. I guess... they saw a... a weakness or something and it all... just came out." Lincoln said, washing cum off of Jack's chest as he just stood there.

"But you... you still let it happen!" Jack said accusingly.

Lincoln shook his head. "Yeah we did, there was no way we were stopping something from happening, but be glad we were here to talk them down!"

"Talk them down?" Jack asked, slightly shocked.

"Yeah, they wanted to do..." Lincoln paused, taking a breath. "They wanted to do MUCH worse things to you. If Bryce hadn't stepped in..."

"Bryce?" Jack asked, eyes wide. Bryce had tried to help? Even after the way Jack had treated him!

"Yeah, he pretty much told them that if they even considered touching you, they'd have to go through him!" Lincoln said, smiling gently.

"Why are you helping me?" Jack asked suspiciously. "I thought you hated me!"

"I do!" Lincoln said honestly, "But you belong to us, remember. That means we have to look after you!"

Jack wasn't quite sure how to take that. It should have felt wrong for him to feel like he belonged to anyone, but somehow hearing Lincoln say that they would look after him actually felt... nice! Perhaps it was just what he had been through. Compared to that, anything would seem nice!

"I... I've got it from here," Jack said as he realised he was standing there letting Lincoln wash him.

"Okay," Lincoln said with a gentle smile. "I'm going to get dressed. You just take a few minutes, give everyone else a chance to leave, alright?"

"Yeah, thanks," Jack said, nodding.

When he finally emerged from the showers, he was relieved to see that it was only Lincoln and Danny left in the locker room.

"You okay?" Danny asked as he saw Jack.

"Not really!" Jack replied frankly.

"Jack, you need to know, this wasn't us!" Danny insisted.

"I know, Lincoln already said," Jack replied as he started to dress. He wondered if their comments were supposed to make him feel better. If anything, they were making it worse. In Jack's mind, what his six tormentors had put him through so far was just their twisted idea of fun and nothing more. Having the entire team turn on him though, that really hurt. Each of them had yelled at him why they were doing it and while most of it had been almost incoherent in the cacophony, it made him begin to realise just how much he had hurt them.

Perhaps it was the same for Elliott, Ben and the others then. Maybe they weren't just using him as a plaything to satisfy some horrific fetish. Maybe they had their reasons too. Maybe this was... his own fault?

Once Jack was dressed, the three of them made their way outside. Elliott, Ben and Aaron were already out there, but Bryce was once again absent. Jack really needed to see him. He needed to apologise for the way he had acted that morning and to thank him for what Lincoln said he had done, but it seemed that wouldn't be an option.

Ben approached Jack a soon as he saw him. "They told me what happened. Are you okay?"

"People keep asking me that. I think the answer's pretty fucking obvious, isn't it!" Jack snapped moodily.

"I... I..." Ben stuttered, unsure how to respond.

"Hey, he was just trying to be nice!" Elliott called out, overhearing the exchange.

"Oh, go fuck yourself! If you're trying to be nice, here's an idea.... stop fucking torturing me!" Jack snarled.

Elliott's jaw clenched. Through gritted teeth he replied, "You've just been through something unpleasant, so I'll let that one go, but remember your place! I can take you down with the push of a button, and what happened to you in there is nothing compared to what they'd do to you in a prison shower. Got it?"

The other four looked on intently, worried they might have to physically keep Jack and Elliott apart as they both looked ready to lunge.

Had it just been the fake rape video Elliott was holding, Jack might have actually just snapped, turned on Elliott and accepted the consequences, but now he held the other video too and that was simply too much to lose. "Yes... Sir!" Jack replied, seething.

"Considering what happened, I was going to give you the night off, but as you still seem determined to keep proving what a cunt you are, we'll proceed with things as planned!" Elliott explained. He was being sincere. When Aaron and Bruce came out of the locker room and told him about what had happened, he couldn't quite find it within himself to pile more misery onto his former friend, regardless of how much he hated him. Seeing how he had spoken to Ben though, what little sympathy he had developed quickly vanished.

Jack was literally trembling with rage. "I'm a cunt? I'M A CUNT? WHAT ABOUT ALL OF YOU?" he screamed at them. "You actually had me doubting myself. For just a second I thought perhaps some of this was my fault, but it's clear now, this is YOU!" He had squared up to Elliott now, eyes wide, fists tightly clenched ready to strike. "This is you, you faggot and your faggoty friends! You made the team do that, I don't know how but this is ALL YOU. They fucking worship me, I'm like a fucking God to them and you managed to infect them all with your... your... homo shit and turn them against me and I'm gonna FUCKING KILL YOU!"

Jack swung his fist faster than any of the others could react. It connected squarely with Elliott's jaw, making him stagger backwards, clutching at it. One foot caught on the other and he hit the ground, landing heavily on one knee. Jack tried to lunge at him again, but Danny, Aaron and Lincoln were on him in moments, only just managing to hold him back between the three of them.

"GET OFF ME YOU FUCKING QUEERS!" Jack screamed furiously, straining to pull a hand free from the other three.

Ben had immediately run to Elliott's side. He winced as he saw a cut on Elliott's knee, shortly above a scar he had gotten years before. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly, placing a hand on his lover's back. He frowned a little at the look on Elliott's face. He didn't look angry or annoyed or even shocked, he looked almost... pleased! "El? What's going on?" Ben asked quietly.

"I'll tell you later," Elliott said back gently, then turned to Jack, his expression twisting into something more sinister. "Faggot. Homo. Queer. Use any word you like, all it shows is that you're still an intolerant prick. Now unless you calm down and apologise to each one of us in the next ten seconds," he reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, started up the video the boy had taken the previous night and turned it to face Jack. "This gets sent to the police, posted on the internet and sent to every single person you've ever known!"

Jack's face dropped. Elliott was a little taken aback that Jack didn't even seem surprised to see it. While it definitely had the desired effect of shocking him into calming down, he was hoping to see a lot more confusion on his former friend's face.

'Wait, did he.... know I had this?' Elliott thought to himself as Jack stared. 'Bryce! That son of a bitch must have told him!' Realising Jack had already been allowed several seconds to comply, he said calmly, "Five seconds to go. Five, four, three, two..."

"Okay, I'm sorry!" Jack blurted out, his rage entirely supplanted by fear.

"For what?" Ben asked, moving to stand at Elliott's side once again.

"For... for calling you all... those names," Jack said, slowly sobering from his anger and realising how much trouble he was going to be in now.

"Pathetic!" Elliott said, shaking his head. "I mean, literally the least believable apology ever. Never mind, we'll see if you can do better later!" He turned to look at Lincoln. "We still good to use your place?"

"Yeah, everyone's out for the night, but they never bother me in my room anyway!" Lincoln replied.

Elliott reached into his bag and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He threw them to Lincoln and said, "You'd best put these on him, he seems a bit volatile tonight. We'll see you at your place, just gotta grab some stuff! C'mon Ben."

Elliott dashed off towards Jack's car with Ben following behind. As suggested, Lincoln cuffed jack while Danny and Aaron held his arms behind his back. He had stopped struggling by now, seeing the video was more than enough to quell any thoughts of resistance.

Jack and the others had been at Lincoln's place for about twenty minutes before there was a knock at the door. Lincoln let Elliott and Ben in, both teens grinning at the sight of Jack who was still cuffed, but had now been stripped and blindfolded too.

"He cause you any bother?" Elliott asked as he walked in.

"Nah, but he did mouth off a few times, but we soon spanked that out of him!" Aaron replied with a wicked grin.

Ben walked to the sofa where Jack had been laid and pulled him onto his side. "Wow, he must have REALLY been mouthing off!" he said with a snigger, seeing jack's bright red butt cheeks. Just for good measure, he added a quick swat of his own, making Jack inhale sharply from the sting of it.

"Nice," Elliott said with a chuckle. "Now stand him up, I wanna get started."

Lincoln and Aaron pulled Jack roughly onto his feet.

"Open your mouth," Elliott commanded and he rummaged through the heavy bag on his shoulder.

Instinctively, Jack clenched his lips tightly together.

"Open your mouth," Elliott repeated calmly, but this time added, "Or I'll make you!"

Jack exhaled sharply through his nose, clenched his jaw a moment, then let it drop open.

Elliott placed a pill onto Jack's tongue, opened up up a bottle of water and held it to Jack's lips. "Swallow!" he ordered.

Jack wanted to spit it out. He didn't know what he was being given, but he knew that he wouldn't like it! Fearing what would happen if he didn't comply, he gulped down some water and swallowed the pill.

"Great, now stand still!" Elliott said, placing the bottle down.

As Jack stood there, he heard movement and a little sniggering. He flinched as he felt a hand touch his chest. It was covered in something wet and cold. A couple more hands joined it. They were covering his body in something, but he had no idea what. Once his chest and stomach had been covered, beginning to feel cold and tingly as the mysterious substance coated him, he felt his hands being released from the cuffs. Immediately they were lifted into the air and held above him. The hands continued their work, covering his pits while a couple more of them worked around his cock and balls. Finally, his ass was coated in it, feeling incredibly slimy between his butt cheeks. The tingling feeling he felt across the rest of his body seemed even more intense across his balls and asshole.

"What is that stuff?" Jack asked shakily. He got no response.

"Don't move until we tell you to!" Elliott commanded.

Jack was left standing there, unable to see, the discomfort in his sensitive parts increasing by the second. The others were on the opposite side of the room talking quietly amongst themselves, an occasional laugh echoing round.

"Ah, this is really starting to burn!" Jack eventually called out as his balls felt like they were on fire. He thought back to some of the things he had done to his teammates and wondered if he had been coated in bengay. It would explain the burning sensation, but it didn't smell right.

"Okay, that's long enough!" Ben eventually called out. He walked over to Jack and pulled off the blindfold. "You can go and shower now if you like!"

Jack's eyes took a second to adjust to the light, but then he looked down and saw the white goo covering his torso. "What is this stuff?" he asked nervously.

"Go and shower!" Elliott repeated Ben's words as a command.

Jack sighed and dashed off to the bathroom. As keen as he was find out what it was, washing it off of his stinging nether-regions was the priority right now. He turned on the shower and stepped in, not even waiting for the water to warm up. He shuddered as the cold water cascaded down him, but it was a welcome relief from the burning. After a few seconds, the water warmed up and he started rubbing the cream off of his chest.

"What the hell... oh fuck!" he called out as he realised what was happening. As the cream washed away, his hair was going with it! "YOU FUCKERS. YOU ABSOLUTE FUCKING CUNTS!"

All Jack could hear was hysterical laughter coming from Lincoln's room as he continued watching his hair flow down his body and into the drain. Every single hair on his chest, stomach and private parts was simply gone, leaving him smoother than he had been for years! Even with the cream gone, his balls and asshole continued to burn so he turned the shower down and let the cool water relieve it a little.

Eventually he turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing the nearest towel to dry himself off. He looked in the mirror and flinched. He was amazed what a difference it made. He looked about fifteen again! He walked back out to where the others were waiting, looking less than impressed with their latest trick.

They all gathered round quickly, hands touching him, feeling how now-hairless skin.

"Damn, he's almost as smooth as you now, Ben!" Lincoln chuckled.

"Yeah, well that might change when Ben actually hits puberty!" Danny teased.

Ben actually laughed. "Fuck you!" he said back, nudging the older teen jovially.

"Why? Why would you do this?" Jack asked, looking round the group.

"Believe it or not, it's to save you some pain!" Elliott said cryptically. "Now I just need to test something!" He reached out and squeezed one of Jack's nipple.

"Shit!" Jack called out in shock. His nipples actually felt even more sensitive now.

Everyone stood back now. Nobody had touched Jack at all since the brief nipple squeeze. Jack frowned as he realised they were all staring at his now-bald crotch. As he looked down, he saw his cock twitch a little, then again, and again. With every beat of his heart, it seemed to be swelling just a little more. Within less than a minute, he was sporting a rock-hard erection.

"Damn that's good stuff!" Danny said with a grin.

Jack was confused for a moment, then remembered the pill. "You gave me a fucking viagra!"

"Hey, it's not like it's your first!" Aaron taunted, grinning for a moment before being glared at by the others.

"What?!" Jack called out in surprise.

Before he could follow up with any questions, Ben had stepped forward and squeezed Jack's boner. "Yeah, he's ready!"

"Ready? For what?" Jack asked nervously, doing his best to ignore how good Ben's hand felt around his rigid tool.

Elliott turned away for a moment, picked something up and looked back at Jack. "Ready for this!" He was holding a large cylinder, filled with a thick blue substance. "Come on, before it sets, hold him still."

"Before what sets?" Jack asked, trying to back away but finding himself stopped by the others.

Once again Jack felt his hands being cuffed before he got tilted forward, his erection being guided into the cylinder.

"Oh God, what is it?" Jack asked in disgust as his cock disappeared into the viscous fluid. It continued all the way, his balls dipping into it too, the edges of the cylinder pressing against his body.

"This shouldn't take long, just hold him there a few minutes," Elliott explained.

Jack was clearly terrified, wondering what horrific thing they were doing to his cock.

The minutes passed and Elliott reached a finger round the edge of the cylinder to test the fluid. It felt solid now so he gestured for the others to let Jack go. As he was allowed to stand properly again, Elliott and Jack began pulling the cylinder away.

"Aaah," Jack called out as his cock stuck slightly but quickly came free.

"You see, now imagine doing this if you had hair!" Elliott said with a snigger.

Jack was indeed thankful not to have his pubes stuck in this stuff, but wondered what it was for anyway. He looked down at the cylinder and saw that the fluid had set solid, leaving a perfect impression of his cock and balls in it. "Oh shit!" he mumbled as he realised what it was for.

"Oh, finally caught on, did ya?" Ben asked with a grin.

"Actually, you gave me the idea Jack. Earlier you told Ben to 'go fuck himself', didn't you! Well now, thanks to this, you're gonna literally be able to go fuck yourself!" Elliott explained, taunting Jack with the mould.