The Downfall of Nate Ramsey

THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY

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This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy; no part of it is based in fact, and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or dead. This continuing story chronicles the humiliating ordeals of an 18-year-old high school basketball player who finds himself at the complete mercy of his teammates. Most of these humiliations have a strong sexual component. If you are underage, averse to homosexuality, and/or unable to distinguish between fact and fiction, please do yourself (and everyone else) a favour by leaving this webpage at once.

Dedicated to my readers – a happy new year to all of you!

Chapter 13: ----------- The Gift That Keeps On Receiving

"I've got a gift for you."

The announcement didn't exactly inspire the customary warm, fuzzy feelings in Nate, coming as it did from Troy. Any `present' from the vengeful gay teen almost certainly boded ill for the hunky object of his rage.

Thanks to Troy, Nate had already invited the derision of his peers from the very moment he'd stepped onto school property that morning. The outfit he'd picked out for Nate to wear consisted of a mesh t-shirt and extremely baggy shorts - a pairing calculated to expose as much of Nate's body as possible without, strictly speaking, violating the school dress code. But the revealing apparel meant that Nate's nipple ring, tramp stamp and jockstrap waistband were on full display for all to see.

However, the greatest blow to Nate's reputation that Tuesday came not from his attire, as he soon discovered. He'd cautiously approached his locker in the school hallway, keeping a wary eye out for anyone hoping to repeat the previous day's game of keep-away. He was brought up short by the crowd hanging around his locker. His first thought had been that they were lying in wait for him, but it immediately became apparent that something else had captured their attention, for they were gazing upon the wall of lockers with rapt interest.

He went closer and his stomach dropped. The lockers were plastered with full-color printouts of Dusty's photoshoot of him on the basketball court. There he was in glossy high definition - almost totally exposed, save for a basketball!

Dusty had uploaded the pictures to his blog the previous night, and someone had printed them out and put them on display for the entire school to see. Nate never did discover the culprit's identity, but let's face it, it could have been anyone. The list of people in that school eager to see Nate turned into a laughing stock was a mile long.

As they realized the subject of the photographs was among them, the crowd broke out into laughter and ribaldry.

"Hey Ramsey, aren't you a bit overdressed now?"

"Bethany would like to see you lose the ball!"

"Is naturism your new hobby?"

"What's next? You gonna pole-dance on the flagpole?"

Beet-red with humiliation, Nate tried to tear the photos off the lockers but the laughing crowd scarpered forward to get them before he could. Nate ripped up as many as he could lay his hands on, but he knew that, now that those pictures were out there, he would never be able to stem the tide of public opinion against him.

A sudden hush fell over the crowd, and Nate turned around to see his former pal Tripp holding one of the printouts. With a fresh flush of shame, Nate saw that it was a snap of him from the front, holding the ball very low so you could see his entire groin was shaved smooth.

Tripp looked up from the photo and his handsome face twisted into a cruel sneer. "I guess you want this back?"

Nate swallowed. "Yes."

Tripp crumpled the photo and tossed it at Nate with a single, cutting word. "Faggot."

Nate wanted to sink into the ground. All eyes were on him, and Tripp van Hansen had just publicly branded him a homosexual. Such a denouncement by the popular son of the state senator was the equivalent of a social death warrant. His reputation was well and truly nuked. No one would ever look at him again in the same way.

"Yo, Nate! I just offered you a gift and you're looking utterly unenthusiastic."

Nate was brought back to the present by Troy's voice. The two of them were in the supply closet near the Chemistry lab, to which Nate had been summoned by Troy over their lunch break.

"I, uh, I don't know what it is you've got me," stammered Nate.

Troy grinned unpleasantly. "Why don't you open it and see for yourself?"

With trembling fingers Nate accepted the proffered bag and reached in to remove its content. His blood ran cold as he brought out a monstrous-looking dildo. It was a foot long, thicker than a beer can, and studded with tiny protrusions. Nate's ass hurt just looking at it.

He looked at Troy in terror. "You can't be serious. I can't take this! No one can."

Troy rolled his eyes. "Nonsense, Nate. They don't sell these things as display items. They're certainly meant for use and I can't think of anyone who'd have more use for them than you if you're going to be double-penetrated soon."

"But look at it! It's so fucking thick, it'll rip my ass apart!"

Troy sighed. "This is getting to be a pattern with you. You do the whole drama queen thing where you whine and moan that you can't possibly take it, and then you do and you fucking love it."

Nate ignored the dig. "I'm not being a drama queen! Just look at the thing!"

"I have. I selected it, after all. Trust me, this isn't even the biggest size they had - we'll get to that eventually, I'm sure, but this will have to do for now. Now take out the lube and get it nice and wet before you stick it in your ass."

Nate gazed desperately at Troy, but he should've known better than to expect any leniency. Struggling to control the fear pounding in his chest, he stripped naked and sat on the chair indicated by Troy, legs spread well apart for the benefit of the camera phone Troy was handling.

On Troy's instruction, he worked his lubed fingers into his hole, one at a time, until he had all four thrusting in and out of his ass at a clip.

"Use your other hand to play with your nipples," added Troy. Nate grunted as he twisted his own nipples with one hand while fingering his ass with the other.

"Now the dildo." Nate picked up the fearsome instrument, copiously slathered with more lube, and lined it up against his sphincter.

"Come on, we haven't got all day," insisted Troy. Nate winced as the head of the dildo breached his ass, but it was only going to get worse as he still had another 11 inches to go. Halfway there he had to pause; the girth of the dildo was stretching his ass unbearably.

"Please... can we stop," he panted. "Honestly, I've tried, and I can't take any more."

"Five more inches, Nate. Keep going, or your sex tapes will be the next blockbusters in Mount Pleasant."

Groaning, Nate struggled to push another couple of inches of the dildo up his tortured ass. He had to repeatedly remind himself to relax his anal muscles otherwise it would have hurt even more. As it was, sweat was pouring off his body.

To the camera it was absolutely marvelous: a hunky teenager, every inch of his gorgeous, sweaty physique tensing as he stretched his asshole with an impossibly large dildo. Troy was certainly enjoying the show. Not for the first time, he found himself wishing Nate had not been such a homophobe. His muscle-bound body was such a fine thing to play with.

"Come on, Ramsey, get that last three inches up there. You know you want to. It shouldn't be such a struggle; you've taken Spencer's 10-and-a-half inches several times and this isn't much longer."

"It's the thickness," sobbed Nate as he agonizingly forced another inch into his ass. He couldn't believe he still had another two inches to go. "God, I can't take any more, I swear!"

"Little Nate's enjoying it though," remarked Troy snidely. Nate froze and looked down. Sure enough, his dick was half-hard already. His shame at his body's betrayal was overwhelming.

"No more stalling, Ramsey. Bury that dildo in your ass."

"Oh fuck," moaned Nate. He knew Troy wasn't going to let him go until he had all 12 inches of the dildo buried in his ass. He applied more pressure, and another inch slipped in. It briefly occurred to him that he'd exceeded the deepest penetration he'd endured thus far (by Spencer's dick), but he didn't have time to dwell on breaking that `record', as he still had another inch to go.

Steeling himself, he strained to stuff that last inch of silicone into his ass. In the end it was almost accidental; his grip on the dildo slipped due to his sweaty palms and it was thrust almost brutally into his hole in its entirety. Nate howled in pain, but at least the worst was over - or so it appeared for one blissful moment.

Then the dildo started to vibrate, and Nate jerked in his seat where he'd all but collapsed, exhausted. He looked at Troy, who was holding a small remote control.

The gay teen smiled. "Nice surprise, huh? We're going to have to test out the range on this." He turned up the dial and the dildo began to pulsate vigorously. Nate's dick jumped to a full erection.

"See, I told you you'd like it in the end," observed Troy. Nate looked like he was going to be sick. He'd just suffered an excruciating ordeal shoving that foot-long dildo up his ass, but his cock seemed to find it enjoyable. What was wrong with him?

"Alright, Nate, time to get back to business, eh? Since I've given you a new toy that's giving you so much joy, I'd say it's only fair you get me off in return. So what do you think you could do as a repayment?"

Nate could barely concentrate on what Troy was saying. His cock was throbbing and leaking precum as the vibrating dildo churned up his guts. It took all his willpower not to cum right then. It was not just Troy he had to prove himself to, it was himself too. He told himself that, this time, he could and would stave off an ejaculation.

Troy was amused by Nate's discomfited silence. "Oh okay, you can rim me. You like that, don't you? Eating out a guy's ass?"

He knew very well that Nate regarded rimming as the most repulsive sex act of all. Without bothering to hear Nate's reply, he lowered his jeans and underwear before bending over in front of Nate. The reluctant stud leaned forward and started tonguing Troy's ass. Troy pushed his ass back so that Nate's face was buried in his crack.

"Remember what I told you about eating ass," reminded Troy. "Kiss, lick, suck, and...?"

"Tongue-fuck," mumbled Nate, trying (futilely) not to inhale the musky aroma of Troy's ass.

"Good boy," said Troy patronizingly. He sighed with pleasure as he felt Nate put the words to practice. Soon enough Nate's face was covered with both saliva and ass slime, and he'd have to duck into a washroom to clean up before attending any classes. But Troy had one last nasty surprise left for the beleaguered hunk.

"Don't pull that out," he said sharply as Nate made to remove the dildo from his long-suffering ass.

"Oh no," groaned Nate, realizing that Troy intended to have him repeat the torment of sitting through classes with a giant dildo up his ass.

Needless to say, the remaining classes of the day were agony for the unfortunate stud. He never knew when Troy was going to switch on the vibrator, and it gave him a jolt every time he did. He could just about bear the pain - he was, after all, a teenager at the peak of his physical fitness - but it was the vibrator's effect on his cock that troubled him most. In the few short hours before school ended for the day, he leaked enough precum to soak through the pouch of his jockstrap.

And then Mr. Vaughn came up to him just as he was leaving the school. Nate desperately clutched his bag of books in front of his crotch to hide the prominent bulge and damp spot.

"Mr. Ramsey, are you alright?"

"Sorry sir?"

"You're walking like you're in pain, and sweating profusely too."

Nate wanted to yell at him, how else would someone walk when they had a monster dildo stuck up their ass! Instead he forced a smile and claimed he'd overreached himself in the gym the previous day.

"I see. I can't say I'm surprised; you must really push yourself in the gym to get that body at your age. Anyway, I just wanted to remind you that you've got your modeling session at MPSU this afternoon."

"Yes, sir, I've not forgotten," replied Nate wearily. How could he? It had been weighing heavily on his mind since he'd been unwillingly roped into posing naked for the freshman anatomy class.

Gabriel Vaughn smiled. "Great, that's fantastic. You know, Nate, if you want to be a model, you really should go for it. I saw the photos on Dusty's blog ..."

How many people viewed that damned blog?! Nate cursed silently. Then he was seized by panic - what if the other teachers did too? Were they all sniggering over his nudity just as his fellow students had? Had his infamy spread from the student body to the staff room? God he hoped not!

Gabriel was still talking. "You've certainly got the looks and physique for it, and your lack of inhibitions is a plus."

Nate cringed inwardly at Mr. Vaughn's insinuation that he was an exhibitionist.

He decided to cut him off. "Um, sir, I'm really sorry but I've got to go ... some errands to run before the class ..."

Troy was waiting for him by his car in the school parking lot. Without needing to be asked, Nate mutely handed him the keys and got into the front passenger seat. They drove past some students who were intrigued to see Nate letting his car be driven by the openly gay Troy. Tripp's slur against Nate that morning was uppermost in their minds. Could there be some truth to the scandalous rumors circulating about the hottest boy in school?

Nate didn't have time to ruminate about the repercussions for his reputation (or what little was left of it). Very soon they were on the road to the university campus and the dildo was digging uncomfortably into his guts. Suddenly Troy swung off the highway and down onto a wooded lane that served a distant farm.

"Why are we stopping here?" asked Nate, perplexed, as Troy maneuvered the car into a copse of trees just below the highway.

"Well, Nate, you didn't expect me to send you to the anatomy class with that dildo up your chute, did you?"

Nate's shoulders slumped in relief. He wouldn't have put that past Troy.

"Strip," ordered the other boy.

Nate glanced around nervously - the lane appeared deserted and rarely used, but the highway was within spitting distance and he could hear the vehicles zipping past. He hastily shed his clothes, trying to conceal the precum-soaked jockstrap from Troy, but the eagle-eyed lad spotted it at once.

"Oh please don't, I can't take it, it's going to rip me apart!" he mimicked in a mockingly high pitch. "Remember that?"

He didn't need a reply; Nate's guilt and disgust at his own arousal under those circumstances was written all over his face.

"Get into the backseat," said Troy. Nate obeyed, and Troy joined him there after pulling out his camera phone. He made Nate get on all fours and then crouched between his legs with his camera phone poised to capture the moment when Nate removed the dildo from his ass.

Troy whistled as Nate warily extracted the dildo, inch by painful inch, until his hole released it with a mortifying slurp.

"Fucking hell!" he exclaimed.

"What?" asked a panicked Nate.

"Lick that dildo clean and I'll show you," replied Troy. "The lube's edible, and the rest is just your ass juices."

Despite his best efforts, Nate couldn't deep-throat the foot-long phallus, but Troy was feeling generous and didn't punish him for this shortcoming. He delightedly showed Nate the video of the dildo removal instead.

"Oh God!" yelped Nate as he realized how widely his hole had been stretched. He could see right up the slick, pink abyss that was his rectum.

"Man, you don't know how badly I want to show this and let everyone you've ever made feel small and worthless realize who's truly small and worthless." Troy certainly knew how to compound Nate's misery.

"Well, that's just a bit of practice for later," he added, slipping the phone back into his pocket and taking the dildo from Nate. "Now we've got another half an hour - just enough for you to finish repaying me for the dildo you claimed you didn't want."

"I thought I already rimmed you," said Nate weakly.

Troy chuckled. "Oh, Nate. Surely you must've known one half-assed rim-job wasn't going to cut it." He was already pulling his cock out of his pants and tearing open a condom wrapper.

"No, we can't in here!" cried Nate.

"And why ever not?" demanded Troy. "It's not like you've never done it in the back of your car before ..." He saw the expression on Nate's face and laughed in disbelief. "Oh my goodness, you've actually never done it in your car before!"

Nate hadn't. He had been so proud of his brand new convertible bought by his parents for his 18th birthday that he'd not had the heart to defile it with a backseat romp. Unluckily for him, that decision was now out of his hands.

"Don't look so fucking miserable, Ramsey. What better way to christen your two-month-old car than with good old-fashioned butt sex?"

Not bothering with any more lube since (he felt) Nate's hole was already slick with it, Troy pulled the wretched stud onto his erection. The ease with which it slipped into the gaping orifice just increased Nate's shame.

"Fuck yourself on me," Troy whispered in Nate's ear. While the hapless hunk bounced up and down on his cock, Troy reached around Nate's muscular torso to tease his nipples. Occasionally he let his hand wander down to Nate's own erection, wetting his fingers with the precum before making Nate lick them off. He couldn't tell if Nate's moans were of pain, pleasure, shame or all three, but he didn't give a damn one way or the other. He could sense the heat emanating from Nate's stiff cock and slowed down whenever he thought Nate was close to a climax. He didn't want him blowing his wad just yet. No, there was more degradation to be had by saving that for later.

"Hang on a sec. I'd almost forgotten that I had another gift for you." Troy dug something out of his pocket and waved it in front of Nate's face.

The raven-haired jock turned pale at the all-too-familiar sight of the little blue pill.

"I can't take that," he said weakly. "Not before the anatomy class."

Troy grinned. "Well, it can take anywhere between 30 minutes to 4 hours to act, so maybe you'll get lucky and avoid a boner during the class."

Nate knew there was little chance of that, based on his previous experiences with the drug. "Please, Troy, don't humiliate me like that," he begged. "Not in front of all those university freshmen. They'll think I'm an exhibitionist pervert!"

"As opposed to being branded a faggot?" asked Troy sarcastically. "I'd have assumed you found this was vastly preferable. Or was I wrong? Maybe you should go to the class with the dildo up your ass instead. It's your choice, Ramsey. Which will it be?"

Put like that, Nate didn't really feel he had a choice. He sobbed, "Give me the pill."

He sensed, rather than saw, Troy's satisfied smirk as he downed the tablet. He could only pray it wouldn't take effect for another couple of hours, but he had the sinking feeling that it was a vain hope.

"Alright, we'd better get a move on or you'll be late for your big debut as a live anatomy specimen." Troy yanked Nate off his cock unceremoniously. "Not that," he snapped when Nate reached for his jockstrap, "it's soaked through." He was rewarded by another flush of pink on Nate's cheeks. The poor lad tried to dry his drooling cock before pulling on his shorts, commando. Fortunately, his dick was starting to soften, and would be fully flaccid by the time they reached the campus - not that it would remain that way for long, given the potent drug coursing through his system.

"Just nice," uttered Troy as he parked near the laboratory block. "You've a few minutes before the class, and I'll have enough time to do my thing. Meet back here at half past five."

Nate didn't dare ask how Troy intended to while away the time. He got out of the car and walked awkwardly (his ass was still sore and, he feared, gaping open) towards the labs. The scribbled note on the back of Rory Abbot's card revealed that the 4 o'clock class would be held in Biology Lab 203, which Nate found easily enough. He stuck his head inside the room cautiously and found that it was inhabited solely by a surprisingly young-looking man.

"Um, Mr. Abbot?" called Nate tentatively.

The fair-haired man looked up and his eyes widened noticeably behind the horn-rimmed glasses that he wore.

"Nate Ramsey?"

Nate nodded as he stepped uneasily into the lab.

Rory Abbot pushed his glasses back up. "Well, I didn't quite expect ... Gabe didn't tell me ... oh, never mind." He stood up and extended a hand to Nate, who shook it unenthusiastically. Rory didn't appear to notice; he was too busy checking out the hunky teenager. Nate was starting to wonder just how many faggots there were in this town! Did Mr. Vaughn know that his friend was a sexual deviant? Surely he wouldn't have sent a schoolboy into the clutches of a predator?

"Please, call me Rory," said the young T.A., unaware of Nate's internal thoughts. "I'm really quite glad that you offered to do this, Nate. I've been promising my class that I'd get them a live model since the beginning of the academic year, and it hasn't panned out until now. I'd have hated to disappoint them, especially with Professor Patel counting on me to keep his class engaged while he's on sabbatical."

The offhand remark instantly extinguished Nate's fledgling hope that an older professor might swoop in and save him from having to expose himself to a roomful of university freshmen.

Rory continued, "We've only got about five minutes before the students get here so maybe you could get undressed and put on this robe. You can keep your underwear on for now."

Nate swallowed. Of course he wasn't wearing any underwear, having left behind his stained jock in the car. "Um, I don't, er, have any on."

Rory raised his eyebrows. "Gabe certainly wasn't kidding when he said you were very keen. Maybe you don't have any need for the robe either?"

Nate hastily assured him that he did indeed wish to keep the robe.

Rory smiled jovially. "Okay, but it's not like you'll have it on for very long!" He handed Nate the robe with directions to a changing room upstairs. "It's only meant for staff actually so you shouldn't be disturbed, but you've got to jiggle the door a bit to lock it from the inside. You'll probably want to revisit it after the class to wash off the ink."

In reply to Nate's questioning glance, he explained, "Oh, I'm going to have to draw on you with a marker, to help the students visualize your internal organs. I can see your concern - but don't fear, the ink is absolutely washable. See for yourself." Rory displayed the marker pen with a flourish. Nate could verify that the ink was indeed temporary, but of course that wasn't, as Rory wrongly assumed, his primary concern. No, Nate was mostly apprehensive about having a gay man publicly molest his body in a classroom setting!

Rory checked his watch and noted the time. "You'd best hurry along and get changed," he urged. "The students will be here any minute now."

Nate dashed upstairs to the men's changing room and keyed in the passcode Rory had given him. It was deserted just as he'd been informed. He chucked his clothes into an open locker and pulled the robe over his naked form.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror and inhaled deeply to calm himself. After all, it was only a group of university freshmen. Considering all he'd been through over the past week, this should be a piece of cake. He kept repeating that to himself as he made his way back down to the lab.

He nearly lost his nerve when he heard the hum of activity from within the lab. He seriously contemplated making a dash for it, but he dreaded what Troy might do when he discovered that Nate had skipped out on this commitment. So, despite his misgivings, he reluctantly forged ahead and reentered the lab. As soon as they saw him, the students quieted down. Nate saw there were about thirty of them, all between 18 and 20 years of age. He felt all the more anxious being fully exposed to members of his own age group. He couldn't bring himself to meet their curious eyes.

"Ah, there you are, Nate," said Rory. He'd been starting to worry that the hunk had chickened out at the last minute. Frankly it was almost too good to be true that his friend Gabe had secured such a beauty for his class!

"Class, this is Nate, who's kindly agreed to model the male anatomy for that live demonstration I've been promising you since fall."

The students sat up in rapt interest. They'd expected that the only person willing to model for an anatomy class would be some ugly old dude who got his rocks off on exposing himself to teens. The sight of an incredibly handsome 18-year-old model therefore came as a very pleasant surprise. Of course, they had no clue Nate was an extremely unwilling model.

"Nate, if you don't mind getting up on the platform ..." Rory directed him towards a raised platform, about a foot off the floor, which had been placed at the front of the lab. Nate nervously made his way over to it, climbed up and stood facing the freshmen - although he resolutely kept his gaze on the wall over their heads.

This approach worked for the first few minutes, as Rory covered some material from the textbook. Nate could, however, feel the eyes of the class were firmly on him, rather than on the slides projected onto the screen behind him. His usual air of self-confidence withered under the looming threat of public nudity and his knees actually trembled. He couldn't remember the last time that had happened to him.

"Nate? If you could just slip off the robe now please?"

Nate's wildly beating heart nearly stopped at those dreaded words from Rory.

"Maybe you can tie it around your waist and keep your, er, lower half covered for the initial bit," added Rory.

There were a couple of muffled groans of disappointment from the class, but Nate couldn't tell from whom these issued. His brain was still trying to figure out how he could follow Rory's instructions and preserve his modesty for a little longer. He awkwardly tried to extricate his arms from the sleeves of the robe.

"You need some help with that?" asked Rory.

As much as he hated to have homosexual hands on his body, Nate couldn't see any alternative. "Yeah, please."

Rory helped keep a grip on the robe while Nate slipped his arms out of it. There was a collective intake of breath from the room as Nate's bare torso came into view.

"Damn!" exclaimed one jock from the back of the room, impressed by Nate's muscle tone. The girls tittered and he flushed.

"Cheer up Aaron, I'm sure you look pretty good without your shirt too," the girl next to him said.

"Put your cellphone away, Jen!" Rory said sharply. The brunette in the front row guiltily returned her phone to her bag. It gave Nate some comfort that there wouldn't be photographic souvenirs of his humiliating exposure.

When Rory turned back to Nate and saw the boy's chiseled chest for the first time, he had an urge to grab his own cellphone to snap a pic! Gabe really had outdone himself: Nate had a beautiful face but his body was out of this world. He'd had a strong hint of Nate's muscularity when he saw the lad's powerful back, but it hadn't really prepared him for the phenomenal sight of his biceps, pecs and abs. Rory struggled to keep his emotions in check; it simply wouldn't do for him to lose his head while trying to keep his students in line.

"I think we're going to have to lower this a little," he said in reference to the robe tied around Nate's waist. It was hiked up almost to his navel. Carefully he tugged it down a few inches, intending to stop when Nate's pubic hair come into view. But they were almost at the end of Nate's incredibly-defined abdominal V and all he saw was smooth skin. Rory found that most surprising given Nate's hairy forearms and legs were. Then he looked closer and saw the stubble.

"Ah, you shave," he said quietly to Nate, but he was overheard by the students in the front row. They giggled at the image of this macho stud shaving off all his body hair.

Nate turned crimson. "It helps to bring out my muscle definition," he lied defensively.

"It sure does," agreed Rory. Turning to his class, he declared, "We're really fortunate today to witness clearly the male musculature since Nate shaves his body hair. Nate, if you don't mind flexing your arms so we can see your bicep?

Feeling like a dork, Nate lifted up his arms and tensed his biceps. Of course, this allowed Rory and his students to discern that even Nate's armpits were shaved.

Rory grasped Nate's bicep in one hand (privately marveling at the solid flesh) and used the marker in his other hand to delineate the bicep and tricep muscles. The class looked on with rapt attention as he went on to outline Nate's "strong pectoral muscles".

"Are you sure they aren't man-boobs?" asked one of the male students derisively.

Rory smiled at the boy and squeezed Nate's pec demonstratively. "Pure muscle, I assure you. Or perhaps you'd like to verify it yourself, Chad?"

A startled Nate forgot that he was supposed to avoid looking at the students and glanced down at Chad. The reason for the freshman's sarcasm was instantly obvious. Jen, the girl from earlier who'd tried to covertly snap a pic of Nate topless, was hanging on Chad's arm, but only had eyes for Nate's perfect physique. Nate also noticed that the red-haired boy on Chad's other side appeared similarly entranced. Both he and Jen appeared vaguely familiar to Nate, but he couldn't quite place them.

Much to Nate's relief, Chad backed down from Rory's challenge with a grunt. However, his reprieve was to be short-lived. Rory's grope had resulted in the hardening of Nate's nipples, which were already sensitive from being molested by both Troy and himself earlier that afternoon. Rory noticed Nate's erect aureoles and exchanged a knowing smile with the blushing teen. That wasn't the teen's main cause for alarm though. From recent experience, Nate knew that his nipples were somehow linked to his cock, and stimulation of one usually had a knock-on effect on the other. Sure enough, he soon felt a tingling sensation in his loins.

`Oh God, please don't let me get a boner! Not in front of all these people!' he prayed desperately.

Meanwhile Rory's hands had drifted further down to Nate's rock hard abs. "And here we have the rectus abdominis muscle..."

"Six-pack!" called out a male student.

"More like eight-pack," declared Jen, eyeing Nate's stomach intently.

"Let's try to stay away from colloquialisms," Rory said as sternly as he could. "This is an academic session." Privately, he concurred with the eight-pack assessment. He used the marker to explain how the visual division of the muscle was due to connective tissues.

Nate grew increasingly agitated as Rory's hands drew ever nearer to his groin. He barely paid attention to Rory's descriptions as he traced Nate's incredibly pronounced iliac furrow, or Apollo's belt, with his fingertips. Nate's mind was utterly focused on his slowly stirring cock, frantically willing it to subside.

Rory had to repeat his request for Nate to turn around twice before the distracted teen heard him and obliged. The class was treated to the sight of Nate's magnificent back and the top half of his butt. There were murmurs of appreciation and envy from the audience as they got a sneak preview of Nate's firm and exceptionally rounded ass. Sadly, facing away from his audience didn't put Nate at ease, for he knew with certainty that this respite wouldn't last long, and that when it ended, he would likely be in an even more precarious state of arousal.

Rory outlined the powerful muscles of Nate's back with his marker pen, covertly copping a feel of said muscles in the process. He was thankful that his briefs were particularly tight today; it simply wouldn't do to throw a rampant boner in front of your students!

Rory noticed he wasn't the only one aroused. It wasn't evident to the rest of the class yet, but he could see Nate's terrycloth-covered bulge rapidly expanding. Gabriel had been right about Nate being a more than willing volunteer. The teen obviously got off on being naked in public. Little wonder with a body like that - hell, Rory wouldn't want to wear clothes either if he had Nate's physique!

Of course, all this was quite contrary to the thoughts running through the 18-year-old's head. The seconds seemed like hours to him. It was an interminable ordeal that could only worsen. Nate felt he would die of shame when his erection was publicly exposed to these students. In their eyes, he would be the pervert, the freak. He had always casually tossed those slurs at gay men; now it would be his turn to be on the receiving end. Was this some sick sort of karmic payback?

"Okay, Nate, you can disrobe completely now," said Rory.

Nate wanted to rebel, to insist that this was a mistake and that he couldn't do it after all. But his fear of Troy's wrath stilled those protests. With shaky hands, he undid the cloth ties around his waist and let the robe drop to the floor.

The sight of Nate's bare butt was greeted by pin-drop silence. Even the smart alecks in the class couldn't find the words to make a pun.

Rory cleared his throat awkwardly. He hoped he wouldn't start salivating - it seemed a distinct possibility with that eminently fuckable ass on display. Glancing around the room, he strongly suspected that he wasn't the only one with such thoughts. After all, his students were a group of randy teenagers! The girls were probably fantasizing about using their sex toys on that butt while the boys wondered (yes, even the straight ones, at least briefly) what it might feel like to sink their cocks into it.

Trying to keep the lesson on track, Rory lectured about the gluteal muscles. "The gluteus maximus is the biggest of the gluteal muscles and the most superficial. It's largely responsible for the shape and appearance of the buttocks. When the muscle is well-built, like it is here, you get a -"

"Bubble butt!" piped up the irrepressible Aaron. The class sniggered while Rory shot him a (half-hearted) reproving look.

"I was going to say a pronounced curve. In Nate's case this is due to the muscle development rather than fat accumulation." Rory gave Nate's ass a firm pat that was more like a grope in order to emphasize his point. Nate barely noticed; he was entirely focused on his dick, which by now was fully stiff and leaking precum into the hands he'd firmly clasped over it. He did, however, start when Rory's fingers accidentally strayed into his butt-crack. For an awful moment, Nate feared he was about to have his ass finger-fucked by Rory in front of the audience to demonstrate to them the depth of his anal cavity.

Of course, that wasn't on the class agenda, but that didn't mean there wasn't opportunity to increase Nate's sense of mortification.

"Nate, if you could just spread your cheeks apart, so that the class is able to get a look at the anal sphincter," asked Rory.

Nate couldn't believe he was being asked to show his asshole to the assembled students. It was like one of those nightmares where you show up to school naked, except ten times worse because those nightmares didn't typically involve exposing the most intimate parts of yourself to an audience.

"Pay attention, class - this is not something you'd see very often."

There were a couple of `ew's from the audience as Nate unwillingly acquiesced to the request, but for the most part, they were gazing attentively upon Nate's asshole. The terrified teen wondered if they could tell that he'd been fucked just a short while ago. He could only hope that he'd been conscientious in cleaning up all traces of sex with Troy.

Oblivious to his blushing subject, Rory described the differences between the internal and external anal sphincters. Nate didn't understand most of the anatomical terms, and he had to wonder if the students' silence meant that they did, or if they were just trying to hold back their laughter at his apparent shamelessness.

If Nate had supposed exposing his asshole was the worst that could happen to him that day, he was sadly mistaken. Because once Rory was done explaining the anal muscles, it was time for him to teach the class about the male genitalia.

"Please turn and face the class again, Nate."

Nate's heart was in his stomach. He turned around, keeping his dick covered by his hands. He hoped Rory might spend some time going over the leg muscles, but no such luck.

"Er, Nate, maybe you could move your hands to your sides?" entreated Rory.

With a grimace, Nate reluctantly let his hands drop. His hard cock sprung up instantly, standing proudly (unlike its owner) perpendicular to his body.

This time, the audience let out squeaks of disbelief. Even Rory, who'd had some inkling of Nate's arousal, couldn't control himself from gasping "Oh my!" when he saw his erection.

"I'm sorry," a red-faced Nate apologized hastily. "I don't know why it's ... like this."

Rory recovered himself. "Um, well, that's quite alright. It's not completely unanticipated. I mean, you are a teenager." (That garnered some giggles from the audience.)

"I'll spare you the scribbling on your genitals," Rory told Nate benignly. He suspected that providing the extremely aroused boy any more stimulation would likely lead to a messy conclusion.

"Class, you're seeing the penis in a state of arousal."

"Duh," muttered Aaron, loudly enough for his neighbors to hear. Nate was convinced that his dignity was dying a slow, painful death.

Rory ignored Aaron and asked the class if anyone could name the three parts of the penis. His attempt to couch Nate's lewd display in clinical terms appeared to work, as a few hands shot up. The class spent a few minutes (although it felt much longer to Nate) elucidating the structure of the penis before moving on to the testicles.

At no point did Nate's erection subside, even though Rory had stopped touching him and was instead using a laser pointer. Nate had a further moment of shame when Rory passed him a tissue to dry the string of precum that was dripping from his cockhead.

It was an immense relief when he was allowed to cover up again, but by that time everyone in the room had gotten a prolonged look at Nate's private parts. He knew that if this episode ever got back to his schoolmates, his already precarious reputation would be blown to smithereens. Still quivering in shame, he wrapped the robe tightly around himself and clasped both hands over his crotch to hide the noticeable tent.

"Alright class, that's it for today's demonstration," Rory said finally. "Nate, thanks for volunteering to be our live model. I'm sure I'm not alone in saying that you've helped make this a particularly insightful session."

Nate nodded tersely.

Rory continued, "We've still got to run through class assignments so you can run upstairs and shower now if you'd like."

This was music to Nate's ears. He couldn't bear looking any more at the crowd of freshmen who'd been privy to his utter humiliation. He mumbled his thanks to Rory and took off like a shot.

Bursting into the staff changing room, he was thrilled to find it still unoccupied. He hurriedly discarded his robe and stepped into the shower. He needed to get the ink off his body but, more importantly, he needed to get off! He'd been stimulated nonstop since lunchtime and knew that if he didn't jerk off now, he was going to cum later during whatever Troy had planned for him. He wasn't going to give the faggot that satisfaction.

He turned on the shower and started scrubbing his body with the aid of liquid soap from the wall-mounted dispenser. The warm cascading water helped relax him and he could feel the tension ebbing away. Once he'd gotten rid of the ink markings (at least as far as he could see), he turned his attention to his hard-on and enclosed it in a soapy fist.

Throwing his head back and shutting his eyes, he began to masturbate. He was aware that he only had about 15 minutes before he was due to meet Troy back at his car, but he didn't expect it would take that long for him to blow his wad. After all, he was so horny that he felt lucky not to have done so during the lesson!

Alas, Nate had overlooked his very recent trauma of being publicly exposed. His memories of the snickering freshmen were too fresh; they crept into his mind unbidden and disrupted the (rampantly heterosexual) fantasies which he was trying to conjure up.

Five minutes into his wank, he realized he was getting nowhere. He wasn't going to be able to crank out a load like this. Unless ...

No! He wasn't going to keep doing that to himself. It was just unnatural and sick. But then, what choice did he have? It would be infinitely worse if he came as a result of having a gay guy's dick up his ass.

He glanced around furtively to reassure himself that he was alone, before he soaped up a finger and slid it into his hole. Much to his dismay, but not to his surprise, his treacherous cock twitched. He worked another finger into his hole and then a third, groaning a little although both slipped in easily enough. Then he began to saw his fingers in and out while fisting his cock with his other hand.

His eyes fluttered as he felt the spunk churning in his balls. He was so close now, so close. Just a little more ...

A clicking sound from behind made Nate pause mid-stroke. He whirled and found himself face-to-face with Chad, the disgruntled student from the anatomy class, and his redheaded friend. Nate realized that, in his haste, he'd failed to lock the changing room door properly when he'd rushed in earlier.

To his everlasting horror, the redhead had his camera phone out. Nate reacted on instinct, dashing forwards to grab the phone, but slipped on the wet tiles and crashed onto the floor. The two college freshmen skipped back to avoid him.

Nate scrambled painfully to his feet, cupping his cock and balls in his hands. He snarled, "Gimme that."

Chad sneered, "Fat hope, you pervert."

Nate was incensed by the gall of these guys. "You sneak in here and snap my pic, but I'm the pervert?"

"You're the exhibitionist freak!" retorted Chad. "Don't think we couldn't recognize you. You're the creep who flashed my girlfriend while we were out driving the weekend before last."

Nate remembered now where he'd seen Jen and Chad's red-haired friend before. "Oh shit," he breathed.

Chad got in Nate's face. "Yeah, that's right, perv. I just knew you'd be waiting for class to end so you could rub one out thinking of all the girls you exposed yourself to."

"No, man, you've got it all wrong," protested Nate. "I know how it looks, but I swear it isn't like that."

He could tell Chad wasn't budging. The evidence was stacked against him, that much he had to admit. Maybe he'd have better luck convincing Chad's friend, who was the one with the camera phone. He recalled how the redhead had looked at him lustfully both times; he was almost definitely a homo. It turned his stomach, but Nate knew he could use that to his advantage here by making a personal plea. "Just delete the pic please. I'm begging you dude. Don't ruin my life like this."

The redhead looked like he was about to relent, but Chad interjected, "Don't listen to him, Tim. I guess even exhibitionists draw the line at pics of them frigging their own butts, huh? Hang on to it as leverage."

Nate exploded. "Are you fucking kidding me? Leverage? That's not what he's going to do with that damned pic! He's a fucking fag!"

If Nate had expected to stun Chad by outing Tim, he did not get the reaction he wanted. Chad wrinkled his face in contempt, certainly, but his scorn was directed not at Tim but at Nate. "Wow. Your folks must be real proud of you: a pervert, a liar AND a bigot."

Nate was at a loss for words. Could there really be so many gay-friendly straight guys? How were they able to look past their unnatural desires and twisted sex practices?

"So now we know why an exhibitionist like you's freaking out over that pic," said Chad. "Can't bear anyone to see you doing gay stuff to your butt. Well, too bad. We're going to hang on to it, and yeah, maybe Tim's gonna add it to his wank bank. I don't know and I don't care." (Tim's face matched his hair.)

Chad went on. "But if you ever try to pull this shit again, that photo goes viral. You got that?"

Nate nodded anxiously. He hated the idea of a sexually explicit photo of him falling into yet another pair of hands (gay hands, no less) but he didn't see any alternative except to agree to Chad's demands. He just hoped his masters wouldn't give him any instructions that conflicted with Chad's requirements.

"Good," said Chad in satisfaction. "Let's go, Tim."

Tim slipped his phone into his pocket and gave Nate's naked body one last, longing look. Nate scowled at him, but Tim just grinned. "Thanks for the show," he called as he left the changing room.

Chad, trailing behind him, added, "Oh, by the way, I don't know much about exhibitionists, but I'm sure you'll be able to find your way home as you are."

Nate's eyes widened. He'd been so focused on the phone in Tim's hand that he hadn't noticed his clothes and towel were no longer where he'd left them.

"Wait!" he howled, but Chad just laughed and slammed the door in his face.

Nate tore up the changing room, hoping Tim and Chad had just hidden his clothes somewhere inside, but he didn't have any luck finding them. The rest of the lockers were either empty or locked, so he couldn't even `borrow' someone else's clothes.

Eventually he detected a draught from the open window and, after clambering up onto the bleachers to look through it, he discovered the missing garments lying on the lawn, three floors down. The lawn itself was populated with college students, which meant further exposure if he was to retrieve his clothes.

He angrily slammed the window shut. What the fuck was wrong with these people? What was it about him that just screamed "humiliate me" to them?

He would've called Troy, but his phone was in his shorts. Then again, he suspected Troy would have just told him to streak and recover the clothes himself. That really was his sole option. Troy was expecting him back at the car in roughly five minutes, and would undoubtedly welcome the opportunity to punish Nate for tardiness, regardless of his excuse.

Nate took a deep breath. After all, he'd already been exposed to an entire classroom of college students, what was a few more?

He cautiously opened the door and looked out into the corridor.

"Yo, Spencer!"

Someone was calling for Spencer Zarowsky, which meant Nate's supposed boyfriend must be just around the corner! Nate didn't want to have to explain his current predicament to him (he didn't even know where to begin) so he hastily retreated into the changing room.

Unfortunately, the sound of footsteps quickened and the person in the corridor knocked on the door of the changing room.

"Spencer, buddy? I know you're in there."

Nate remained silent. Maybe whoever it was would go away.

"Come on, man, open the door. It's me, Liam - Woody."

Nate could have kicked himself for being obtuse. Liam hadn't been referring to Spencer Zarowsky after all, but to Nate by his assumed name. He should've known; it was well-established that Spencer's friends called him Z.

Nate's face brightened. For the first time that day, the cards were in his favor - Liam could help him out of this sticky situation. He opened the door and his blond strip-club coworker came in.

Liam's eyebrows rose as he took in the younger lad's nudity. "Dude, what are you doing naked here, and in the staff changing room no less?"

Nate groaned. "It's a long story, but I haven't the time right now. I need your help."

Liam could sense the desperation in Nate's voice, and decided not to press his question. "Okay. What do you need?"

Nate pointed to the window. "My clothes, they're down there on the lawn."

"How did they - never mind. I'll be right back with them."

Nate sat down on the bleachers, expecting a short wait, but to his surprise the door swung open not even a minute later.

"Thank God you're back..." Nate's voice trailed off as he realized the visitor was not Liam, but Rory Abbot.

The young T.A. looked pleased. "I'm glad you're still here. I forgot to give you your payment. But why aren't you dressed yet?"

"Er..." Nate fumbled for words.

Rory chuckled suddenly. "You little minx. I should have known." He crossed the space between them in a single bound and mashed his lips against Nate's.

Nate was so dumbfounded that it took him a few seconds to react and push Rory off him. "What the hell? I'm not gay!"

Rory looked at him cynically. "Come on now. There's no point denying it. I've seen your sphincter, remember? I know a well-used hole when I see one."

Nate swallowed hard. "Look, it's not what you think. I just ... sometimes I like to finger my ass, okay?" Even as he said it he knew it was a ludicrous explanation. No straight boy would finger his own ass - that was fag shit.

Rory didn't look like he believed him either. "Right ... Well, that's a shame if it's true. You have an amazingly hot body."

"Alright, I've managed to-" Liam stopped mid-sentence as he walked in on Nate and Rory in close quarters. The two of them sprang apart guiltily.

"Er, hello, Liam," Rory greeted him awkwardly. "Are you here for me or for Nate?"

Nate cringed at Rory's use of his real name. Liam lifted an eyebrow, but played along. "For, um, Nate."

"Okay then, I'll leave you guys to it. Oh, before I forget again – Nate, here's what I owe you." Rory passed Nate an envelope and quickly headed out, wondering to himself how not-gay Nate and hunky Liam knew each other. Not carnally, surely, for Liam had always struck him as straight ... but oh, what a hot pair they would make!

Meanwhile, inside the changing room, Liam handed Nate his clothes. "So you wanna talk about what just happened?"

"Not really," mumbled Nate. "Thanks for fetching my clothes." He started pulling them on.

"Spencer - or Nate - whatever your name is - I get that you need the money but I'm not sure you've thought this through." Spencer looked grim. "Prostitution is a whole different ball game from stripping."

Nate was flabbergasted. "Whoa! I'm not prostituting myself!"

Spencer arched his eyebrow. "I'm pretty sure that envelope you just accepted from Mr. Abbot contains cash."

"Yeah, but that wasn't for sex! I keep telling you I'm straight!"

"You guys seemed pretty close when I came in just now," observed Liam.

Nate growled in frustration. "I just finished modeling for Mr. Abbot's anatomy class, and he paid me for that." He felt it prudent to leave out their kiss. Liam would surely jump to conclusions, especially considering how he'd accused Nate of getting into their faux kisses during their striptease act.

"Okay ... then what's with the boner?" Liam gestured towards Nate's erection, which was tenting the front of his shorts obscenely.

Nate flushed with shame. Naturally, he didn't have an excuse handy for that one. "Look," he blustered, "I did NOT whore myself to Rory Abbot, okay? Don't believe me if you want, but that's the truth.

"Now I really need to go. Thanks for your help just now, but I'd appreciate it if you'd butt out of my life."

He raced out of the room, leaving behind a deeply concerned Liam.

Christ, he thought to himself, this kid was messed up. Liam wasn't sure where the lies ended and the truth began. He needed some gay insight. Maybe Spencer Zarowsky would be able to decipher his namesake's strange behavior. Or was his name Nate? Another thing to tell Z when he saw him.

Nate found Troy waiting for him by his car. His gay teammate was wearing a grin like the cat that ate the canary, which broadened when he saw Nate trying to conceal the tent in his shorts. There was also a damp spot forming from all the precum that his overstimulated cock was leaking.

"You're late," Troy chastised him. He plucked the envelope with the modeling payment from Nate's hands without asking and pocketed it. Nate's earnings would go towards making his life more miserable, if that was even possible.

"I'm sorry," mumbled Nate, "I got held up."

"Are you also sorry to be keeping secrets from me?"

Nate looked up in a panic. How could Troy know about what had transpired in the changing room? Surely Chad and Tim hadn't gone back on their word and distributed that obscene photo of him? Troy would be furious to know Nate had tried to jack off secretly.

"W-what are you t-talking about?" he stammered.

& & & & &

While Nate was humiliating himself in front of the freshmen, Troy had set off on his own errands. The first involved a visit to the dorm room of Troy's on-off lover, Finn Reilly. Upon discovering Finn's roommate would be in lectures all day, they did what any pair of hot-blooded gay teens would and tore each other's clothes off before fucking on every available surface.

After a particularly energetic 69, a breathless Troy lay back on the bed and asked Finn where he might find Zack Rosen.

Finn's reply was muffled since his face was buried in Troy's ass, eating him out enthusiastically, but Troy was able to glean that Zack actually stayed in the same dorms.

Finn paused in his rimming to ask Troy, somewhat suspiciously, "What do you want with Zack anyway?"

Troy debated whether to tell Finn about Nate's enslavement, but quickly dismissed the notion. He and Finn had never seen eye to eye on the subject of homophobes. Finn simply could not seem to grasp how unfair it was that straights had everything handed to them on a silver platter, yet wanted to deny even the most basic rights to gays. They'd once had a massive blowout over what Finn termed as Troy's "unnatural hatred" of heterosexuals.

"I'd be pretty worried if a straight guy ever fell into your clutches," Finn had told him.

No, Finn could not know about Nate. He'd probably tattle to his brother, who happened to be the Marlins' coach, and then their house of cards would come tumbling down.

Troy shrugged. "I thought he was pretty cute when he delivered pizza the other day."

Troy thought he saw a flicker of jealousy cross Finn's face. Finn had always been more into him than he was into Finn. Now, make no mistake: Finn was a sexy guy. You couldn't go wrong with his combination of freckled alabaster skin, jet-black hair, and emerald-green eyes. Finn was pure Irish hotness distilled into 6 feet of man. Troy knew every inch of the older boy's body; after all, he'd spent countless hours licking his creamy skin, sucking his cock and fucking his tight ass. Indeed, Finn and Troy had been each other's first - and most regular - sex partner.

On the surface, it may have sounded like they were destined to be a couple, and Finn certainly would have welcomed that, but Troy balked. His heart was set on another. Spencer's rejection was therefore a cruel blow, and not one Troy was inclined to forgive. Nate was but the instrument with which he intended to seek his revenge on the blond stud. Troy thought it deliciously ironic if Spencer fell in love with a homophobic straight boy who would never return his feelings.

He cried out as Finn suddenly drove his cock into Troy's spit-lubed hole with more force than necessary. He glared at Finn. "Ow! What was that for?"

"Because you're a prick," retorted Finn. "I don't know what plans you have for Zack, but he seems like a nice guy. Bit quiet and nerdy, but that's not license for you to break his heart."

Troy was hurt. "I'm not going to break his heart. Au contraire, my friend - I'm going to offer him the best sex of his life."

Finn felt his jealousy rise again. He knew they'd agreed to be fuck buddies and nothing more, but it still hurt when Troy decided to share his bed with someone else. Finn himself had never tried it on with anyone other than Troy. He supposed that was his own folly, but he couldn't help hoping that, someday, Troy would come to his senses and realize what he needed was right in front of him. He just hoped that day would be soon, for he was running out of patience.

After concluding his business with Finn, Troy nipped over to Zack's room and was pleased to find him there. Zack recognized Troy as one of Nate's companions from the pizza parlor. It took some effort to convince him, but ultimately Zack wasn't about to turn down the chance of a lifetime to have sex with not one but two hunks.

He did, however, let slip his reservations about getting with Nate again after "Sunday night". Troy perked his ears at this, for Nate had not revealed that he'd had a further encounter with Zack. Troy swiftly reassured Zack that Nate was always a more than willing participant, and that he in fact got off on the semblance of being `forced' to do gay stuff.

"The more you humiliate him, the more he loves it," declared Troy.

Zack was wide-eyed. "Get out of here! I didn't think that shit was real outside of porn!"

"Oh, it's real alright," Troy told him. "You'll see for yourself tonight."

He left Zack in a frenzy of anticipation and headed to his rendezvous with Nate. He had a bone to pick with the hapless slave.

& & & & &

"It's not like I lied; I just ... left it out," Nate finished lamely.

"That's one hell of an omission," noted Troy sarcastically. "Well, something else to add to your list of punishable offenses."

Nate's shoulders slumped. At this rate, he would be trapped in an endless cycle of punishments.

"We'd better get a move on first if we're going to keep our appointment with Zack at 8."

"But it's not yet 6?" asked a confused Nate.

"Oh, Zack isn't your only appointment tonight," replied Troy. "First, you're going to pay loverboy a visit. He should be at the pool. Give him a call and say you need to meet him, urgently."

Nate dialed Spencer's number and put it on speakerphone at Troy's insistence.

"Hey babe, what's up?"

Nate cringed at being called "babe". Troy smirked at his discomfort.

"Spence, I've got to see you."

"Oh. I'm actually in the middle of a lifeguard shift right now. Do you want to meet up after I finish at 8?"

Troy was shaking his head, so Nate replied, "Could I possibly see you sooner? It's kind of urgent."

"Um, wow, that sounds serious. Well, I do have a 30-minute break coming up at 6. I can't leave the aquatic center though. Is it okay if you meet me here then?"

Troy had already started the engine. "Uh, yeah, that's fine. See you in a bit."

"Sure, can't wait. Love you."

Nate quickly responded, "Love you too," and ended the call.

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" mocked Troy. "Already exchanging I-love-you's. I wonder what Spencer would think if he knew his beloved boyfriend was cheating on him with half a dozen guys?"

Nate stared at Troy in disgust. "You're sick, you know that? You're the one who's making me do all this shit, but then you make it sound like I'm some faggot whore."

Troy didn't bat an eye at Nate's vitriol. "But babe, that's what you've always been, remember? The Manwhore of McKinley High. We've just helped you make it literal: a whore for men." He reached out and grabbed Nate's boner to twist it. "Just look at yourself. You're still hard -"

"Because you drugged me!"

"You were already hard before that," Troy reminded him. "You love getting your slutty hole stuffed."

Nate bowed his head in shame.

Troy went on relentlessly. "Both your holes in fact, if your voluntary offer of blowing Zack is anything to go by."

"He was blackmailing me!"

"You can try ignoring reality but you can't make it go away. I'm willing to bet you'll blow your load while getting fucked tonight. You want to take that bet, Nate? If you win, you'll have proved that you don't actually enjoy gay sex and you won't have to obey my orders ever again. But if I win, and prove that you really do enjoy what's being done to you, then we'll just have to satisfy your cock cravings and induct the juniors as your masters. What do you say?"

Alarm bells were going off in Nate's head. Being released from servitude to the hateful Troy ... what a joy that would be! But the agonies that awaited him if he lost ... but he couldn't lose right? He was straight, damn it; straight guys didn't cum from getting fucked up the ass. Except ... he had, when Spencer fucked him and then when Wes had done it.

"Either way, it's a win-win situation for you, Ramsey. If you're man enough to take the bet, that is," Troy needled him.

Nate was torn. He so badly wanted to get out from under Troy's thumb, but he couldn't trust his own body not to betray him. He was so horny, especially after his disrupted jerk-off session, that he was terrified he'd lose the bet. And then there'd be even more guys with a hold over him, forcing him to submit to their sexual demands.

"You're awfully quiet. So what's it going to be?" asked Troy.

"I - I'm not taking your stupid bet," Nate declared with as much dignity as he could muster. "I don't trust you to keep your end of the bargain when I win."

"You wound me, Nate. When have I ever failed to keep my word?"

Nate said nothing, and Troy wasn't going to compel him; the stud's palpable fear of losing the bet was enough of a victory for Troy.

"Well, have it your own way," he said. "Just don't come crying to me later that you should've accepted when you had the chance. Now, here's what you're going to do with Spencer ..."

& & & & &

Spencer lifted himself out of the pool, oblivious to the spectators watching him from the stands. They were understandably mesmerized by the blond lifeguard's dripping wet form clad only in a tiny pair of red Speedos which barely contained his ample package.

He climbed into the lifeguard's perch and checked his phone while toweling himself dry. The clock read 5:59. Any second now, he told himself.

At that very moment, his phone rang. The caller ID confirmed it was Nate. "Hey babe."

"Um, hey. I'm here already."

Spencer scanned the stands, unable to spot the raven-haired stud anywhere. "I don't see you."

"I'm still outside. Is there somewhere private we can meet?"

"Uh, yeah, sure. If you could go round the back, there's a staff entrance. I'll meet you there?"

Nate replied in the affirmative. Spencer jumped down from his perch and made his way over to Brody's. His best friend smiled at his approach.

"I think those girls over there are checking you out," he told Spencer. "You wanna make their day by going over to them and thrusting your junk in their faces?"

Spencer rolled his eyes. "I was planning to take my break now, and no, I'm not gonna scare those girls like that."

"Dude, they're not going to be scared. They can barely take their eyes off your Speedos!"

"Break. Now," reiterated Spencer firmly. "Mind the shop while I'm gone."

Brody sighed. "If I had a horse dick ..."

Spencer flipped him the finger and walked off to the rear of the building. He found Nate waiting for him on the other side of the back door and invited him in.

Nate's gaze was immediately drawn to the prominent bulge in Spencer's Speedos. He hastily looked away.

"Hey, you sounded really serious on the phone earlier," said Spencer. "Is something wrong? Why do you keep looking around like that?"

"Uh, I was just hoping for somewhere more private than this?" The corridor they were in was empty but Nate could hear the splashing from the pool just behind the wall. It set him on edge.

Spencer blinked. "Well, there's a storage closet over there ..."

Nate interrupted. "Perfect." He grabbed Spencer's hand and dragged him into the closet.

"Okay, you're starting to scare me now," commented Spencer. "What is it that we couldn't discuss in the corridor?"

"This," Nate replied simply, before throwing Spencer up against the door and kissing the hell out of him.

Spencer was taken by surprise, but he didn't hesitate to respond passionately. It was like a contest to see who could shove his tongue furthest down the other's throat. Nate was trying to make the kiss as noisy as possible for the benefit of the listening device which Troy had placed in his shorts.

When they finally broke off the kiss, Spencer breathlessly said, "That was one heck of a kiss, but please don't tell me that was the only reason for this urgent meet-up."

Nate had the good grace to look guilty. "Er, pretty much."

"Nate!" groaned Spencer. "You've got to stop making things out to be emergencies when they're not."

"This IS an emergency," insisted Nate. "It's been two days since I saw you last; just look at my cock!"

Spencer glanced down and saw the tent in Nate's shorts. "Damn, I'd forgotten what it was like to be 18 and horny all the time."

"I need you," said Nate. He reached into Spencer's trunks and fondled the oversized equipment within. "I need you so bad."

Spencer sighed; he knew he'd give in to Nate so there was no point fighting his desires.

"I've only got half an hour," he warned as he popped the button on Nate's shorts and fished out his dick.

"Bet I can milk two loads out of you in that time," Nate replied with a sexy smirk.

Spencer caught sight of the purple and swollen head of Nate's cock.

"Jeez, you weren't kidding about being horny. You must be fit to burst." He lightly stroked Nate's cock, eliciting guttural sounds from the teenager.

Nate stepped out of his shorts and pulled his t-shirt over his head. Spencer discovered that the now-familiar sight of his lover's sculpted body still had the capacity to make him catch his breath. God he was so beautiful!

Spencer enjoyed running his hands over Nate's ripped abs and teasing his hard-as-glass nipples while Nate helped him out of his Speedos. His massive cock, already half-hard from Nate's groping, leapt out and slapped his own rock-hard abs with an audible "thwack".

Nate eyed it hungrily (as best as he could). "Uh, Spencer, I need to ask ... would you mind if I took some pics of you? Just a few snaps, for my own collection?"

Spencer raised an eyebrow. "The sex tapes weren't enough?"

Nate blushed and avoided Spencer's gaze, instead playing with the swirls of golden hair on his chest.

"They're hot, yeah, but they don't really capture your body that well. I kind of need that for, you know ..." He let his voice trail off, trying to sound embarrassed at his apparent inability to rein in his hormones. (Actually it wasn't that hard - he WAS terribly embarrassed, but for quite different reasons.)

Spencer chuckled at how cute Nate was being all bashful. "You are such a horndog," he teased. He thought about it for a moment, and then said, "Jeez, you're going to get me in so much trouble one of these days."

Nate looked up excitedly. "You mean you agree?"

Spencer shrugged. "What the hell, right? It's not like our first time doing this. Besides, it's kinda hard to refuse you when you turn on those puppy dog eyes."

Nate grinned queasily; he hadn't expected to convince Spencer so quickly. "Don't worry - these pics are purely for me," he lied.

Spencer smiled and kissed him on the lips. "I know. I trust you," he said, twisting the knife a little deeper. Nate shook off the prickle of his conscience. There was no reason for him to feel guilty, he argued. Of course the photos weren't going to be for his consumption at all, but he didn't owe Spencer anything. Frankly, he had already gone way beyond by even registering a protest at Troy's demand for this. He didn't quite like being used as the tool to ensnare Spencer, but then again Spencer was a faggot, so why should he care if he got drawn into Troy's web of deceit? Anyway, it was a moot point now, since Troy had summarily quashed Nate's objection and Nate hadn't belabored the point.

"So how do you want me?" Spencer asked, breaking into his thought.

"Um, some standing shots for starters I think." The lighting wasn't ideal, but thanks to the high-tech equipment (loaned by Drew Jennings), Nate was able to get some good shots of Spencer standing. His own experience of being photographed by Drew's cousin Dusty came in useful here.

"Could you raise your arms above your head? Yes, that's perfect." Nate snapped several full-length frontal and rear nudes before moving on to close-ups. Troy had been very specific in his instructions. For each body part that Nate photographed, he was to follow up by orally pleasuring it.

So after Nate had taken pics of Spencer's beefy pecs, he mauled them with his teeth, nibbling and sucking on each of the nipples. Similarly, he was to bury his face in Spencer's hairy armpits, lick his toned abs, and suck his pendulous cock to full stiffness. He rapidly forgot any sympathy for Spencer once he began moaning in response to Nate's involuntary ministrations. It wasn't very fair of him, but he despised Spencer for deriving pleasure from his misery.

Spencer didn't help his case by panting, "I hadn't realized agreeing to this would equal you saying thank-you with your tongue, but now I'm so glad I agreed." Nate, who was busy spit-shining Spencer's balls, was sincerely tempted to bite them off.

Instead he told him, "You're gonna love this next bit. Get up on that rack - I've been dying to eat you out."

Who in their right mind would turn down an offer like that? Spencer hopped onto the rack and leaned back with his legs spread wide so Nate could have unrestricted access to his hole.

Nate took a large number of images of Spencer's tight, furry hole. Now it wouldn't have been too bad had he been allowed to fuck that hole. Spencer was a lot tighter than the girls he'd fucked in the past. Nate caught himself; was he genuinely contemplating fucking another man - of his own volition, no less? Christ!

He was about to put away the camera and rim Spencer when the blond stud surprised him.

"You want to see a neat trick for your camera?"

"What sort of trick?" asked Nate cautiously. Given his experiences of the last week and a half, he had come to expect tricks of the cruelest kind.

Spencer grinned and lifted his legs up, bringing his thighs as close to his torso as he humanly could. Nate realized that, in this position, Spencer's 10.5" erection was practically in his face. Surely he couldn't ...

Spencer bent his head forward and wrapped his lips around his own cock.

"Fuck!" gasped Nate. He'd heard about guys being able to suck themselves off but had never seen it in practice. He'd come to believe it was just a myth. True, Spencer could fit barely more than the crown of his dick into his mouth, but even that seemed incredible to Nate.

Spencer spat out his cock and gazed at his wide-eyed audience. "Have I weirded you out?" he asked apologetically. "I've only ever shown this to my boyfriends before you. They both found it hot, although honestly I just found it pragmatic."

"How long have you known you could do that?" Nate asked, curious in spite of himself.

"Around the same time I first started jacking off," answered Spencer. "Until I dated Marty, and that wasn't until I was 17, this was the closest I got to gay sex. In fact, I thought it was the closest I would ever get to it."

Nate could hear the wistfulness in Spencer's tone. He himself had lost his virginity at 14. He couldn't imagine spending an extra three years without sex except for what he could get at his own hand - or mouth, in Spencer's case. But it wasn't like he'd been forced to be celibate, Nate argued with himself. If Spencer hadn't chosen to be gay, he could have attracted plenty of female attention effortlessly - Nate was sure there were lots of girls who'd want to swing on that enormous dick.

No, he was not going to commiserate with a fag for a misfortune of his own making. Just like he refused to feel bad about betraying Spencer's trust by taking photos of him indulging in this particularly intimate sex act. He'd be crazy not to! This was his chance to impress Troy with something he hadn't known about - complete with photographic proof to boot! Who knows, maybe it'd encourage the bastard to go lighter on him?

"It's pretty much the hottest thing I've ever seen," claimed Nate. "I'm fucking ready to blow my wad." He grabbed his achingly hard cock for emphasis. It made a fairly powerful statement to the clueless Spencer.

"Only for you, babe," he declared before engulfing his cock in his mouth again. Nate snapped away, selecting a camera angle which allowed him to capture Spencer's face, cock and hole at once. A mixture of saliva and precum trickled down his prong, soaking his balls and taint. Unbidden, Spencer slipped a couple of fingers into his moist hole, working them in and out furiously. His muscular swimmer's thighs, with their dusting of dark gold fur, were exquisitely tensed with the effort of maintaining his awkward pose.

Nate suspected Troy would be over the moon with these shots. Of course, if they ever got out, Spencer would be destroyed - but Nate chose not to linger on his misgivings.

The combination of auto-fellatio and anal fingering had their inevitable effect, and Spencer grunted as he climaxed, spunking directly into his own mouth.

Nate hastily thrust aside his camera with a cry. "Wait, don't swallow!"

Spencer looked questioningly at Nate, who had his directions from Troy to make sure he tasted Spencer's cum. Accordingly, he mashed his lips against Spencer's, prying them open with his tongue and encountering his `reward' - a mouthful of semen. Gulping it down hurriedly, he turned his attention to Spencer's cock and licked that clean.

"You really needed that, huh?" observed Spencer, amused by Nate's eagerness.

"Fuck yeah! Your spunk is the sweetest I've ever tasted." Inwardly, Nate cringed at his effusive praise of another man's sperm.

Spencer laughed. "You don't have much to compare it to though."

Spencer's delusion of being Nate's sole male sex partner had slipped Nate's mind. He covered quickly. "Okay, just my own, but yours is miles better."

Spencer looked down at Nate's boner and licked his lips longingly. "Let me be the judge of that."

Nate knew that was not going to fly with Troy. "Uh, I can wait, but first there's something I've been dying to do since Sunday night."

He crouched down between Spencer's thighs and buried his face in the fuzzy blond ass. His tongue immediately went to work, eating out Spencer's hole with a feverish passion that belied his instinctive feelings of repugnance.

Spencer had cum barely a minute before, but Nate's tonguing soon had him stiff and dripping again. He moaned and ran his fingers through Nate's thick mop of black hair. Nate reached up to stroke Spencer's dick, which hurt because it was still extremely sensitive after his orgasm, but it was a good kind of hurt. He was leaking a steady stream of precum, some of which flowed down his sweaty taint and consequently into Nate's mouth. The basketball jock didn't seem to mind the salty, sticky fluid melding with Spencer's ass juices. Indeed, he was slurping it down with gusto.

Nate's apparent enjoyment was the real thrill for Spencer. He loved that his body could provide so much pleasure to his boyfriend. He moaned in utter bliss as Nate's tongue burrowed ever deeper into his slick passage. Nate fixed his lips to the anal ring and sucked out the juices as noisily as he could. It struck him that he wasn't as revolted by the taste and smell of male ass as he had been a week ago, and that troubled him. Was he becoming desensitized to the utterly depraved practice of rimming?

He didn't get the luxury of time to reflect on the revelation, as Spencer suddenly grunted, "Oh man, I don't believe it but I think I'm going to cum again!"

It was easily the shortest refractory period Spencer had experienced. His warning came too late for Nate. The first blast of cum landed on his hair, and the second spattered his face as he tried to clamp his mouth around Spencer's spurting dick. He only managed to swallow the third and final load.

Spencer was groaning unintelligibly, wiped out by the force of two orgasms within the space of 15 minutes, but Nate's work wasn't done yet. Wordlessly, he returned to Spencer's sweaty butt crack and resumed his tonguing.

Spencer let out a sigh. "I don't think you're going to get another load out of me now, Nate. And my 30 minutes is probably up as well. I should go before Brody comes looking for me. I don't even remember if we locked the door. Nate? Nate, are you paying attention?"

"Have to keep going," mumbled Nate. He was like a man possessed. He had to complete Troy's instructions. He hadn't sacrificed so much to fail now and be punished.

As it happened, the decision was taken out of both their hands.

"Dude, you in here? HOLY FUCK!"

Spencer had indeed forgotten to lock the door. Having failed to return from his break, Brody had gone looking for him and noticed the light coming from under the storage closet's door. And so it was that, for the second time in their friendship, Brody walked in on his roommate being sexually serviced by another guy.

He couldn't help gaping at the scene before him. He couldn't see the face of Spencer's lover, which was hidden by the swimmer's chunky thighs, but he did see his muscled back and bubble butt. He could tell his black hair was matted with spunk and ... whoa, where was his mouth at? He'd assumed he was sucking Spencer off but no, his roommate's big dick was waving above the cocksucker's head, which could only mean ...

"Damn it, Brody! Get out!" hissed Spencer. He could feel Nate had frozen in terror.

"Shit! Yeah. Shit!" Brody stumbled out of the closet, still trying to understand what he'd walked in on.

Alone again with Nate, Spencer jumped down and knelt beside his lover. "Nate, are you okay?"

The raven-haired jock was shaking. "I can't - he saw us - saw me - he'll tell - my life is over." He could barely string his words together. The shock of being caught having sex with another man, rimming his ass no less, was debilitating.

Spencer tried to calm him down. "No, no, no. That's not gonna happen, Nate. It was just Brody. He's a friend - my best friend. He's not going to tell anyone. He's on our side. And I don't even think he saw your face."

"I-I have to go," stammered Nate. He snatched up his shorts and pulled them on.

Spencer stared at him anxiously. "Nate, you don't have to go. Brody won't tell a soul, I promise. I'll talk to him." He tried to put a reassuring hand on Nate's shoulder but the younger guy shrugged him off. He ran out of the room, still shirtless, clutching his t-shirt and camera.

"I'll call you!" Spencer called after him, but he wasn't sure Nate had heard. He leaned heavily against the wall. What a fucking mess! If only he'd locked the door. Why had he let his lust trump common sense? Now Nate was probably terrified out of his wits. Being outed was his greatest fear. He didn't seem to recognize that wasn't a risk with Brody.

There was a gentle knock on the door. "Z, you alone?" It was Brody.

"Yeah," replied Spencer wearily. Brody opened the door and came in. His gaze was drawn instantly to Spencer's large appendage, which flopped about until Spencer was able to slip it back into his Speedos.

"It would have helped if you'd knocked the first time too," Spencer grumbled.

"Sorry dude. I didn't realize you were having, er, company."

Spencer sighed. "No, I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault. I was an idiot not to lock the door."

Brody stared at him. "Dude, it's a storage closet. It doesn't lock from the inside anyway."

Spencer had to laugh. "Okay, I should have chosen a better place then. Somewhere my nosy roommate won't barge in and get scarred for life."

Brody held up his hands. "Hey, don't mind me. It's becoming fairly standard for me, running into you having sex all over the place."

"Oy," protested Spencer. "This is only the second time."

"Third," corrected Brody, "if you count last week's parking lot incident."

"Okay, fine, three times. I'll try harder to avoid a fourth. And you make sure you knock next time."

"Deal," agreed Brody. "Although I can't say I was scarred for life by what I saw ... it kinda reminded me of this flick Carly and I saw once..."

Spencer interrupted him. "Focus, Brode. All kidding aside, I need your help, man."

"Anything for you, Z. Shoot."

"I need you to keep quiet about what you saw just now. My boyfriend's freaking out. He's nowhere near ready to come out of the closet."

"You can trust me," Brody swore. "My lips are sealed. Anyway, I didn't even see his face."

Spencer nodded in satisfaction. "I didn't you had. That's going to be a great relief to him."

Brody looked concerned. "Z, I know I asked you this before, but are you sure you wanna get into a relationship with a guy who's this deep in the closet?"

Spencer let out a sigh. "I dunno, Brode. For the most part it's just something in the background that doesn't bother me much, but times like this really bring it to the fore, and I start to wonder.

"I didn't have the best experience with Marty, that's for sure. But I keep hoping this time will be different. Is that crazy? Repeating the same thing but hoping for a different outcome?" He looked beseechingly at his pal.

Brody shook his head. "I honestly can't tell, but I'm gonna hope for you, Z. Maybe this guy will be the one."

"I'm going to give him a call, just to reassure him you won't spill the beans."

"Okay, but make it snappy. You're so late for your shift, Regina's going to be spitting nails."

Spencer grimaced. "I'm going to have to do a lot of ass-kissing, aren't I?"

"Ironic choice of words," remarked Brody.

"How do you mean?"

"What I walked in on just now - that is what he was doing, wasn't it?"

The look of embarrassment on his friend's face confirmed it. Brody chuckled and left.

Spencer took a deep breath and glanced at his phone. Poor Nate. He must be beside himself. He dialed his number and waited for him to pick up, but there was no answer. He had to leave his message of reassurance after the beep.

& & & & &

The reason Nate was unable to pick up the call was because he was having it out with Troy. He was, as Spencer predicted, beside himself - however, it was not with fear but with fury.

If Troy hadn't been listening in on the happenings in the storage closet, he would have been totally unprepared for Nate's sudden appearance. He came barreling out of the aquatic center's staff entrance, half-dressed, with his face and hair crusted with drying cum. It would have been almost comical if not for the punch he swung at Troy.

Troy barely managed to avoid Nate's fist which slammed into the headrest.

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" Nate roared. "You've destroyed my life! I'm going to kill you!"

"Get yourself under control, you idiot," yelled Troy, ducking out of the car to avoid further punches. "It was just Brody!"

Nate was too consumed by rage to hear him. All he could think about was the potential publicizing of his homosexual behavior.

"Damn it, Nate!" screamed Troy. "Brody won't say anything but if you keep this up, I FUCKING WILL! EVERYONE IS GOING TO SEE YOU GET FUCKED UP THE ASS LIKE A FUCKING FAGGOT."

That sobered Nate. The red mist in his brain evaporated and his arms dropped limply to his sides. He realized what he had done in his blind rage.

"Oh crap," he whispered. Troy was rubbing his ribs where Nate had dealt him a glancing blow. He could tell the gay teen was angry, but his was a cold fury, which didn't bode well for Nate.

"Troy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."

Troy ignored him. "Brody Lawson," he said slowly, "is a decent man. He's an exception among you breeders. The last thing he's going to do is throw a closeted teenager to the non-existent mercy of the rest of you."

Nate trembled. He should've been relieved to hear that Brody was not going to be a concern, but he knew that was the least of his worries now.

"Please, Troy, I really didn't mean to - I was just so scared! Please, Troy, please. What can I do to make it up to you? I'll do anything, I swear!"

Troy's icy expression began to give way to a smile. He could see Nate was genuinely terrified of his wrath - as well he should. Troy held the stud's fate in his hands.

"Get in the car," he said simply. "I need to think about how you can make up for this."

& & & & &

"You dog!"

Gabriel Vaughn grinned at his friend's affectionate exclamation. He took it as a sign that the anatomy lesson had been extremely enjoyable for both teacher and students.

"How ever did you manage to convince that beauty to model for my class?" asked Rory. "Okay, don't answer that. You were right about the kid is a total exhibitionist. You know he had a boner practically the whole time?"

Gabe recalled how he'd run across Nate modeling naked on school property. "I think I've stopped being surprised by what Nate Ramsey does."

"Well, you outdid yourself in finding this fella: gorgeous AND gay. I couldn't ask for more. I'm just glad he's one of your students and not mine, or my perving over him would be way out of line."

"Wait, did you just say gay? Ramsey isn't gay," insisted Gabe.

"Oh yeah, he tried that card with me too, but I know what a virgin butt looks like, and his ain't it."

Gabe was stunned. "He's got a reputation for bedding half the girls at McKinley High!"

"Well, unless those girls are into pegging, your boy is almost definitely a homo."

Gabe whistled in amazement. "Who would have thought? I did notice he'd started hanging out with one of the gay kids recently, but I never considered for a moment that he himself was gay. He's put up a very convincing act."

"That's all it is though: an act. At most he's bi, but he's definitely taking it up the ass from some guy, quite regularly too. I'd bet good money on it."

"Jesus. Just goes to show you never really know your students. Even if I'd suspected Ramsey was bi, I'd have assumed him to be the top. I mean, he's acts all macho in school."

Rory snorted. "Sounds to me like a classic case of overcompensating. Gabe, old pal, it's a good thing you teach chemistry and not psychology!"

& & & & &

Nate and Troy reached the latter's playhouse just after 7. There was still an hour to go before Zack was due to arrive - ample time for Nate to suffer his penalty for hitting Troy.

He shed his clothes at the door without being told, and immediately dropped to his knees.

"Please, master, may I?" He reached for Troy's t-shirt with trembling fingers. Lifting it up, he saw the beginnings of a bruise on Troy's left side. He bit his lip nervously - he was so screwed.

He gently kissed the tender skin, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Troy, but the gay boy said nothing. His silence just increased Nate's terror, and he doubled his efforts.

Secretly Troy was pleased. It seemed that a violent temper had achieved what days of manipulation had not.

He grasped Nate firmly by the shoulders and pushed him away. "Stay," he ordered him, as one might a pet dog. Nate felt degraded but he remained in place.

Troy walked over to a large chest in the corner and rummaged around until he found what he was searching for.

"Did you know my brother led McKinley to victory in the 2005 state baseball championships?" Troy revealed a baseball bat - presumably the one Max Petersen had used during the winning game.

Nate gulped. Being hit with that heavy wooden club would hurt a lot. But Troy's next words portended an even nastier fate.

"Could you pass me the lube?"

Nate nearly wet himself. He started blubbering, "Troy, you can't mean that. You can't fuck me with that! That's insane!"

Troy hid his grin. "I thought you said you'd do anything to make it up to me? You're the one who shouldn't say things you don't mean. Now where's the lube?"

"Oh God! Troy, I'm begging you! Don't do this!" The sobbing Nate threw himself at Troy's feet.

Troy had to admit the sensation of total power over the cowering hunk was immensely satisfying. He could scarcely believe this was the same boy who'd eroded Troy's self-confidence and sense of manhood for years with his bigoted and thoughtless remarks.

He kicked Nate off him callously and sneered. "How does it feel, Ramsey, to be at the bottom of the heap? Do you feel like a real man? So much better than us fags? You're the one about to have a baseball bat shoved up your butt. Yeah, that's real manly."

Nate whimpered, "Please ..."

"You are fucking pathetic," spat Troy. "You deserve to have this rammed up your guts," he hefted the bat threateningly, "but not today." He let it drop with a clatter.

"Oh thank you! Thank you, master!" The words came to Nate instinctively, bringing a smirk to Troy's face.

"You can make sure I don't regret my leniency by putting on a damned hot show for Zack when he gets here." (Nate nodded frantically.) "And don't think this means you're off the hook - not by a long shot. I'll work something out with Drew to further extend your audience tomorrow."

"Master?!" yelped Nate.

Troy looked at him coolly. "Is there something you'd like to say?"

Nate shut his mouth, although his fears were mounting. Who would he be exposed to next?

"You haven't been keeping up with your gym routine since you were enslaved, have you? I didn't think so. Your body's the only thing you've got going for you, so you'd be well-advised to keep yourself fit. There's no time like the present. I'm going to put you through your paces tonight! First oil yourself up with this."

A few minutes later, Nate's body glistened magnificently, each muscle appearing even more defined. He had slathered every inch of his body with copious amounts of baby oil. Troy had lent a helping hand or, more accurately, four fingers. These he was jack-hammering into Nate's sore ass, making the slave squirm uncomfortably.

"Might as well loosen you up for the double-dicked plowing you're going to get," Troy explained.

"Thank you, master," Nate replied through gritted teeth. Troy's fingers had found his prostate and the gay teen was expertly massaging it. As a result, Nate's cock, which had been softening as the drug wore off, returned to its fully erect state, much to his embarrassment.

Finally tiring of rooting about Nate's insides, Troy recited a series of exercises for the subjugated stud to perform while waiting for Zack. "And keep your pussy plugged with the big dildo," he added.

Nate groaned and winced as he forced the 12-inch tool up his liberally-lubed orifice for the second time that day. It was no less torturous this time around. It felt like his aching asshole was being ripped apart, and he considered it a miracle that he hadn't been injured. At least he was being abundantly prepared for the double penetration, he told himself miserably - some blessing that was!

By the time Zack knocked on the playhouse door, Nate had worked up a sweat to complement the oily sheen on his body. The massive dildo crammed deep into his guts (which Troy had set to vibrate at maximum speed) ensured that the exercises were not just exhausting but agonizing as well.

However, the handsome jock's torment didn't register with Zack; the sight of his glorious physique in the midst of performing sit-ups guaranteed that. Troy had chosen this as the last exercise because it displayed Nate's body to perfection: rippling abs, heaving pecs, bulging biceps, smooth armpits, flexing thighs, hard cock and stuffed asshole. There was virtually no nook or cranny of his body left unexposed to Zack, who could only gawp in amazement at the spectacle before him.

"Fuck me," he gasped when his gaze settled on the huge vibrator stretching Nate's sphincter.

"Gladly," Troy answered brightly. He was going to enjoy opening this sexual novice's eyes to the range of erotic pleasures that could be had with a pair of hard-bodied jocks.

He signaled discreetly to Nate and the slave jumped up from the floor to proffer Zack what Troy had deemed an appropriate greeting: a French kiss. Zack was astonished when Nate tried to basically eat his face, but he quickly recovered from his surprise and reciprocated ardently while running his hands all over Nate's oiled-up physique. He grabbed Nate's ass and pulled the stud towards himself, his fingers deeply buried in Nate's crack.

"I need to catch my breath," he groaned after two solid minutes of tongue-kissing. "Troy, you weren't kidding when you said he was totally into this." He turned to Nate. "You had me fooled on Sunday. I was starting to feel bad about how things went down between us, but Troy explained that you actually like the loss of control."

Nate was outraged by the blatant lie, but could only grin and bear it. "Dude, I've wanted to get in your pants since the first time you delivered a pizza to my house. It was like a dream come true when Troy said you'd agreed to double-dick me with him tonight."

"Uh, about that..." Zack looked down at his feet, embarrassed. "I'm not so sure I can do that. I know what I said on Sunday, but the truth is ... I was just shooting my mouth off. I've never topped anyone before and, to be honest, I don't think I've even got it in me."

Yes! Nate wanted to pump his fists in the air. It looked like he would escape the ordeal of having two cocks shoved into his butt simultaneously.

However, he had underestimated Troy; his gay teammate wasn't about to let this golden opportunity pass by so easily.

"Never say never," Troy chided Zack. "Let me see if I can't think of a way all three of us can get what we want. Nate, you gonna help Zack out of his clothes or what?"

Given that his audience consisted of two fit jocks, Zack was understandably nervous as Nate peeled off his clothes. He was definitely on the scrawny side, and naturally smooth except for a dark patch of pubes above his average-sized cock.

Troy had anticipated this, and Nate had his orders to put Zack at ease with a full-body tongue bath.

"Ooh," cooed Zack as Nate's mouth fastened around his right nipple, teasing it gently with his teeth.

While Nate slobbered all over his chest, Zack watched Troy undress. His body might not have been as ripped as Nate's, but it was nothing to sneeze at either. Troy was a born athlete and it showed. Zack licked his lips in anticipation.

Troy walked behind Zack and pressed his nude body against the college boy's back. Then he began to kiss the nape of Zack's neck and slowly moved downwards, his lips never leaving Zack's skin.

Zack was in heaven from the dueling sensations of Nate licking his front and Troy his back. He half-expected to wake up at any moment and find his sheets stained with his own cum.

He didn't remember how they got to the bed, but somehow he was lying on it with his butt hanging off the edge, being eaten out by Nate. He'd never been rimmed before and he could not have hoped for a more voracious introduction to the sex act. Nate was by now remarkably proficient at emulating Troy's mantra of "kiss, lick, suck and tongue-fuck", disregarding how much rimming repulsed him. Zack did not doubt Nate's enthusiasm for ass-licking even for a second!

Of course, he had precious little attention to spare for such doubts anyway, since Troy had maneuvered himself into a 69 with Zack on the bed. Sucking on Troy's cock, while getting his own sucked and his ass eaten out, was enough to distract anyone!

"You ready to get fucked?" asked Troy - but his question was directed at Zack rather than Nate.

Zack was puzzled. "Um, yeah, sure, but ... do you mean Nate's going to fuck me?"

Troy laughed. "No, of course not! Nate's a total bottom! No, I was thinking that maybe if I fucked you, your little pal would be primed to fuck him in turn?"

Zack's dick twitched. "That could work," he agreed. "Go for it."

Troy didn't need the encouragement. He rolled a condom on and took Nate's place between Zack's legs. He plunged a couple of fingers into Zack's hole to test its readiness to accept his cock, and found it saturated with Nate's saliva as well as Zack's own ass juices.

"Nate, you must have fucking loved eating Zack's ass. It's so wet that I don't think we even need any lube."

"Oh yeah," confirmed Zack, "I thought he was trying to go spelunking with his tongue!"

Nate was humiliated by the remarks, especially since they could not have been further from the truth. He avoided meeting Zack's gaze by resuming the blowjob Troy had been giving him, just as Troy drove his cock into Zack's ass. Zack nearly creamed Nate's throat then and there. It was only with great self-restraint that he managed to save himself for the ultimate prize.

"Nate, I know you're finding Zack's dick every bit as tasty as his ass, but let him try out your other hole now."

Troy might have phrased it as a suggestion, but Nate knew it was really a command and hastened to obey. He squatted over Zack's face to give him a bird's eye view and tugged out the dildo that was causing him such distress. From Zack's exclamation of shock, it was evident that his hole was a sight. He fervently prayed that it would recover from this abuse, but he didn't have much optimism considering it would soon be stretched even wider by two cocks.

As he tore open a condom to put on Zack, he felt something soft and moist poke at his gaping hole. He realized with a start that it was Zack's tongue; the nerd was attempting to rim him. He looked at Troy anxiously, and was relieved when his tormentor gave him the smallest of nods to indicate that it was okay. Nate couldn't help but feel a pleasurable buzz from the gentle tonguing of his ass. Zack's tongue was like a cool salve to his burning chute. He reflected that maybe rimming was not so bad - if you were on the receiving end!

Unfortunately his respite only lasted for a couple of minutes. As soon as Troy wordlessly indicated that Nate was to ride Zack's dick, Nate reluctantly abandoned his position over Zack's face. He swiveled around and lowered himself gingerly onto the college boy's rubber-sheathed erection. He needn't have worried; his hole was so stretched that he barely felt Zack's dick as it slipped smoothly into him.

He began to ride Zack, raising himself until only the cockhead remained inside him and then descending again until his butt connected with Zack's groin. Zack was treated to another spectacular view: this time of Nate's abs tightening and thighs clenching.

"I'm actually fucking someone!" he exclaimed. "Oh wow!"

Without missing a stroke, Troy handed Zack the video camera. "Here, get this going and take yourself some mementoes. I know Nate will want a record of his first DP."

Troy slid a finger into Nate's hole alongside Zack's cock. Nate trembled but didn't stop fucking himself on Zack. Another finger wormed its way inside him. His hole felt full, but he knew that wasn't going to faze Troy. He forced a third finger in, and Nate had to bite back a scream.

"Ready, slut?" Troy whispered in Nate's ear. Without waiting for a reply, he withdrew his fingers and swapped them for his cock, straight out of Zack's ass and into Nate's.

This time, Nate couldn't contain his anguished howl. His eyes rolled back in his head as his hole was stretched unbearably wide by Zack and Troy's dicks.

"Jesus! I think we're hurting him!" cried out Zack.

"Give him a moment to adjust and he'll be fine," Troy reassured him. "Right, Nate?"

Nate blinked back tears of pain. He couldn't fathom how he could ever be `fine' with having his ass split in half by two dicks, but he knew that wasn't the response which Troy expected of him.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he answered through gritted teeth. "Just...keep going." He regretted his words almost immediately when Troy began thrusting. He was starting to think even the baseball bat wouldn't have been so awful. It felt like someone was taking a battering ram to his backdoor. Damn Spencer for bringing up double-penetration and causing him to be subjected to this torture!

The real `torture', however, was yet to come for Nate. Ironically, it began as the pain slowly subsided. Nate was never going to get used to having his hole stretched this widely, but he was going to be able to bear it. What he would never come to grips with was his own body's treachery. For, as the initial agony of his double-dicking faded, his cock started to stir.

Nate didn't notice at first; his mind was (with good reason) fixated on his ass. It was Zack who brought it to his attention.

"You were right, Troy," Zack said suddenly. "He IS enjoying this!"

Nate glanced down in horror and saw his tumescent cock. With every bounce it slapped lightly against his hard stomach.

"Too bad you didn't take me up on my bet," Troy whispered so only he could hear.

Nate closed his eyes. This couldn't be happening. Not when he was in such agony. He couldn't even admit that he was a faggot, and now he needed to accept that he was a particularly slutty one?

Zack reached out to grasp Nate's dick but Troy stopped him. "No, don't! Let's see if we can make him cum without touching his dick."

Zack's eyes were as wide as saucers. "You mean we could do that?"

"Oh, I'm sure we can. Look, he's already leaking."

It was true. Nate wanted to break down and cry. Why had God made him such a freak? Was it punishment for all the times he'd called other people freaks? It certainly seemed like it, for here he was being fucked to an orgasm by two of those freaks. As karmic paybacks went, this took the cake.

The beauty of double penetration was that at any time, one of the two dicks in Nate's ass was pressing against his prostate. Nate knew he was fighting a losing battle, especially since he'd been stimulated almost continuously since midday without any relief. When he finally climaxed, it was going to be epic.

But he would not be the first to blow his wad that night. That honor belonged to Zack. The friction from Troy's dick rubbing up against his within the confines of Nate's ass was too much for Zack. With a cry, he shot his load deep inside Nate. His cock pumped out volley after volley of cum for almost a full minute, filling his condom to overflowing.

Troy felt Zack's cock spasm and knew the older boy would soon be too sensitive to continue fucking Nate. From Nate's shallow breathing he could tell the stud was very close to orgasm. Sweat poured off his body, showering Zack below him with salty droplets each time he bounced on his cock (not that Zack minded). If he acted quickly, Troy could still make Nate cum while being double-dicked.

Troy purposefully jabbed his dick upwards, while reaching around Nate's front to twist his nipples. In his over-stimulated condition, it was all that was needed to tip Nate over the precipice.

He made a noise that was halfway between a sob and a moan as his cock erupted. A fountain of cum sprayed through the air, hitting him under the chin. Zack barely had time to close his eyes and move aside the camera before the second jet splashed his face. The next two shots painted a gleaming white trail down Zack's chest. And still Nate's cock spurted twice more, coating his and Zack's bodies with six loads of spunk in total.

It was possibly the most intense orgasm of Nate's life - and the most destructive. He might not have taken up Troy's bet, but he had still lost. His forceful ejaculation had blown his fragile grip on his heterosexuality to bits. His body shook with suppressed sobs.

"Are you okay, Nate?" asked Zack, concerned. "You're quivering."

Troy gave Nate a jab in the small of his back. "Y-yeah, j-just recovering," replied Nate.

"Clean up your mess, you dirty boy," Troy told him. Nate immediately got to work, licking his cum from Zack's face (slipping him some tongue in the process) and then mopping up the rest of it from Zack's torso. In a strange, twisted way, he was glad for the distraction. It made it easier not to dwell on how his confidence in his own sexual orientation had been shattered.

"Let me see your ass," said Zack. On all fours, Nate turned himself around so his butt was above Zack's face and his own face hovered over Zack's groin. Troy yanked off Zack's condom, causing a flood of semen to cascade over his cock and balls. He emptied his own condom onto Zack's belly. It was a veritable sperm buffet for Nate, who now had to eat his own spunk as well as Zack's and Troy's.

"Oh my God!" Zack gasped. "His ass is like a freaking tunnel!" He curiously prodded the gaping orifice with his fingers. He easily fit in four without encountering any obstruction.

"Damn, I bet I could put my whole hand in!" he exclaimed.

"Then why don't you?" replied Troy. Nate, who was tonguing Zack's cum-sodden taint, jerked up in alarm. Troy shot him a warning glance.

Zack laughed, believing Troy to be joking. "I know I've got small hands but they're still bigger than two cocks. I'd probably tear him."

"Nonsense!" scoffed Troy. "If he's not been harmed by that double-dicking, then he can take just about anything. Trust me: he can't wait to try it out. Can you, Nate?"

Nate looked pleadingly at Troy, but his gay teammate just mouthed silently, "Take it, bitch."

"Yes," he said softly, although he really wanted to scream the exact opposite.

Troy had already grabbed the bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto Zack's hand.

The nerdy college student giggled with nervous excitement. "I can't believe I'm doing this!"

He inserted his thumb alongside the four fingers he already had buried in Nate's poor ass. That wasn't so bad, since Nate's sphincter was still distended from his double penetration.

It was when the widest part of Zack's hand started to enter Nate that the slave really felt it. He mewled pitifully, turning pale under his tan. A fresh coat of sweat rapidly covered his body.

"Just a bit more, Zack, and then it'll be all in," urged Troy. He had to keep a close eye on the proceedings since Zack was carried away by the thrill of the fist-fuck and not paying any heed to Nate's discomfort. Indeed, Zack was not thinking of Nate at all, but of Todd Moore, the handsome jock who had mercilessly bullied him in high school. This could have been his ultimate revenge on the bully.

Troy, who was handling the camera to record this latest assault on Nate, managed to rein Zack in when he got a little too rough. He had no wish to take Nate to the E.R. with a ruptured rectum. There were a couple of moments when he feared Nate was on the verge of passing out but, to his begrudging admiration, Nate stoically bore the arduous fisting with only a few whimpers.

Eventually Zack's hand was buried in Nate's ass up to the wrist. Troy thought about going in deeper, but dismissed that in favor of toying with Nate's mind. He whispered instructions to Zack, who rooted about Nate's insides to locate his prostate. Once he had, he gave it a squeeze, making Nate spasm. To the hunk's horror, his deflated penis began to rise again!

After that, it was a foregone conclusion. Zack only had to pump Nate's prostate thrice before the stud blew his wad on Zack's face for the second time that night. It was a smaller load than the first, but the fact that he'd cum from being fist-fucked was even more degrading (if that was possible). Nate's exhausted legs gave way and he collapsed on top of poor Zack, squashing the breath out of him before he was able to roll him off.

Troy finally decided that Nate had suffered enough. "I think we've gotten all we can out of Nate tonight," he informed Zack.

"Oh." Zack was disappointed that his wondrous night of many firsts was coming to an end. He absently licked Nate's spunk from his lips.

Troy smiled. "Oh, you don't have to leave just yet. There's still plenty of fun we two can have together. Nate, you can see yourself out."

A wobbly Nate gathered up his clothes and dashed out of the playhouse before Troy could change his mind. He feared that, if he stayed another minute in there, his tormentors would elect to shove that baseball bat up his butt after all.

Even without the bat, it had been the absolute worst day of his life. Nate hadn't thought he could sink any lower but Troy had identified several ways in which he could. In the course of a few short hours, he had plumbed the depths of sexual perversion and endured increasingly public humiliation. Most disturbingly, he had learned something about himself - something so awful that he was not ready to face yet.

He wished that the next day, with Drew Jennings in charge, would bring a reprieve, but he wasn't going to hold his breath. He simply didn't have any luck. Just don't let it be any more dire than today, he prayed. He couldn't take another day like today.

To be continued ...

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