THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY
This story is a gay fantasy; no part of it is based in fact, and none of the characters are intended to resemble actual persons, living or dead. This story chronicles the humiliating ordeals an 18-year-old high school senior is unwillingly subjected to. This chapter marks the beginning of a more sexual angle to his humiliations. If you are underage, or do not want to read about such matters, you should leave this webpage at once. Assuming you do not fall into either category (and you should not have come this far if you did), I wish you a very enjoyable time reading this latest installment.
CHAPTER THREE: "It only takes one jerk to jerk off in front of a crowd"
No party full of teenagers would be complete without a free flow of booze. The one that was underway at the Ramsey residence was no exception. Unfortunately for the `host', he was the only one without a can of beer in hand - doubly unfortunate, because he was the one who needed it the most. The alcohol would, at least, have gone some way towards dulling the acute shame of his rapid descent into a laughing stock. While his teammates gulped down the beer from his parents' fridge and passed around pizza slices, Nate was to serve as the evening's entertainment.
He was held down by two guys, splayed on his back on the carpet, with his hands retied above his head so as to allow full access to every inch of his naked body. At least a dozen pairs of hungry eyes roamed over his nude form, wondering what further humiliations they could unleash on the helplessly bound jock. Owen hovered overhead, a can of shaving foam in one hand and a razor in the other.
Nate made a final, desperate plea to his chief tormentor. "Come on, man. You can't shave me. How would I ever explain if someone asks?"
Owen raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Why, Nathaniel, I didn't know you enjoyed the last hour so much that you were planning on making a habit of exhibitionism?"
His comment was greeted with derisive laughter from their watching teammates, all of whom knew about Nate's usual reticence in shedding his clothes, even in the privacy of their locker room.
Nate flushed. "I don't plan on making a habit of it! But you can't expect people to not notice if I don't have any hair on my arms or legs."
Owen cocked his head to one side, pretending to think deeply. "You're right. Okay, you have a deal. Let it not be said that we aren't merciful -"
There was an outbreak of grumbling about why there was a need to be merciful to a jerk, but Owen held his hands up for silence. He got it, and he continued. "You get to keep the hair on your head, arms and legs. Everything else, though, goes. And I mean every. Single. Hair."
Nate opened his mouth to protest, but Owen didn't give him a chance. He aimed the nozzle of the can at Nate's bare chest and sprayed shaving foam over the smattering of fine hair nestled between his pecs.
Owen held up the razor. "Who wants the first scrape?"
Several hands went up, and Owen laughed. "No need to fight now, boys - there's plenty for everyone."
"I'll say," smirked Ethan, eyeing Nate's dense thatch of pubic hair. "I think I'd better go get a pair of scissors and give him a little trim first." Nate's face could not have turned a deeper shade of crimson.
"Here you go, guys," said Wes, handing out a couple more razors to the freshmen. Shaving foam was spread over Nate's abs and soon the food and drink lay forgotten as everyone in the room took turns at denuding Nate's body of its hair.
"You want us to do his armpits as well?" asked Cliff. With his arms stretched up above his head the tufts of black hair in Nate's pits were just begging to be shaved off.
Owen nodded and gave the freshman the go-ahead.
"But you said you'd leave the hair on my arms!" complained Nate.
"ON your arms, Ramsey, not under them," Owen corrected him. "I guess sleeveless tees are off your wardrobe for a while then, eh?" he added with a grin, squashing any hope Nate might have harbored of being able to hide his new lack of body hair, because they both knew that this would be impossible given their team's sleeveless uniform tops.
Ethan arrived back from rifling through Nate's stationery in his bedroom with a pair of scissors. He made quick work of snipping the longer hairs around Nate's cock to a more manageable length for the shaving razors.
"Can I?" piped up Devlin, failing abysmally at concealing his enthusiasm. Running his hands over Nate's rock-hard abs under the pretense of making sure every wisp of hair had been removed from them was all well and fine, but it was nothing compared with the chance to fondle Nate's dick in the process of shaving his crotch.
Wes, recognizing an eager beaver when he saw one, smiled as he handed over a razor to Devlin. Work on shaving Nate's upper body all but ceased as everyone's attention was on his groin, as Devlin and Parker carefully ran their razors along his skin. Wes noted that there was a lot of manipulating of Nate's penis, supposedly to move it out of the way. Nate squirmed in discomfort and shame because he could feel the rush of blood to his groin despite his best attempts to suppress it.
"You'd better stay still, buddy. You don't want to be infertile, do you?" said Jason with an unsympathetic grin.
"Yeah, and we don't fancy having to drive you to the emergency ward either," added Drew.
"Although it would be a hoot watching you try to explain that injury to the nurse on duty," chuckled Owen.
Nate got the message. He stayed absolutely still for the rest of the duration the boys spent shaving his crotch. Jason and Owen took over from the freshmen when the time came to shave his scrotum. The rest of the boys enjoyed the spectacular sight of Nate's beautiful body with the muscles tense under the tanned skin as he struggled not to move despite the uncomfortable sensation of razors running over his ballsack.
When the shaving was complete, Nate's smooth groin was looked like that of a boy yet to go through puberty, except for one incongruity: the size of his dick, which looked larger now that the surrounding hair had been removed. Wes suspected this phenomenon could equally be attributed to the excessive and mostly unnecessary handling of Nate's dick.
"Is that all then?" asked Devlin disappointedly, as they all stood back to admire their handiwork.
"Of course not," replied Owen, and he nodded to the Hamilton twins, Shane and Stuart, who were holding down Nate's hands and legs respectively. What the 5'9" identical, red-haired twins lacked in height they more than made up for in brute strength - they were each built like a rock, and thus thoroughly capable of their task of restraining Nate.
Upon receiving the instruction from Owen, they unceremoniously flipped Nate over onto his stomach. His yelp of protest was muffled by a mouthful of carpet - not that anyone would have noticed. Their eyes were glued to the physical perfection of Nate's butt. It was the kind of ass you could have bounced a coin off of.
"He doesn't really have any hair on his butt," pointed out Drew.
"No," agreed Owen, "but he does in here!" With that he leaned down and wrenched apart Nate's buttcheeks, revealing a nicely-furred crevice and, more importantly, the tightly- puckered, virginal hole within.
At that precise moment there was not a man in that room who would not have gladly fucked Nate Ramsey. The only problem was, none of them dared to express that desire out loud.
"No way am I touching that," proclaimed Ethan emphatically, screwing up his face in disgust. Devlin had to bite his tongue to keep himself from volunteering; it simply wouldn't do to appear any more eager than he already had.
Wes looked from one face to another, and saw some genuinely repulsed at the thought of coming into close contact with another guy's asshole, but many more that barely concealed their lust for Nate's studly ass. Yet no one moved to volunteer. Wes was about to give up and offer himself for the task, even if that might reveal his true intentions towards Nate, when Troy sighed loudly.
"Move over, you bunch of wusses. I'll do it."
"Well, it won't be the first time you've been in close contact with a guy's ass," remarked Drew snidely but good- naturedly. Nate felt a stab of apprehension as he recalled the episode earlier in the evening, when he'd told Troy, in less than polite terms, to keep his hands off his butt. Now it seemed Troy was going to be doing exactly that, and he would not be in the mood to be kind.
Troy, remembering the same incident, gloated inwardly at this opportunity to teach the arrogant jock a lesson. In the presence of so many others, all of whom loathed Nate with a passion, he wouldn't dare to make a similar comment, not even if Troy took his task further than instructed.
"Where's the foam then?" he asked, and in response the can was thrust into his hands. Owen moved aside to give Troy room.
"You know it's a pity you've kept that ass covered up all this while, Ramsey. It's so very fuckable." Troy ran his free hand over the muscular globes, briefly digging his nails into the right cheek and causing Nate to tense up, as much at the sudden pain as at the use of the term "fuckable" to describe his ass.
"Pert," continued Troy as though he hadn't noticed, before giving the other cheek a hard slap. Nate gasped, and the surrounding boys snickered.
"And oh so tight," Troy remarked as he put the can down to prise open Nate's buttcheeks with both hands. Nate had the awful feeling that Troy was referring to something more than how tightly his glutes were clenched together, and he was right.
"I'll need some help over here," said Troy, "can't hold them open and shave him at the same time. Not unless you want him to have a nasty accident."
A few of the more bloodthirsty teenagers looked like they wouldn't mind at all if Nate was cut during the shaving, but soft-hearted Devlin silently came forward to help Troy. The senior, aware of Devlin's secret crush on Nate, gave him the task of holding apart his idol's buttcheeks with a knowing smile. Meanwhile he squirted a line of shaving foam down Nate's buttcrack.
"Now, behold a master at work," announced Troy theatrically.
"Yeah, this man knows his way around butts," joked Lucas. Troy paused long enough to toss the shaving foam can at him good-humoredly.
The cleft of the butt isn't exactly the easiest part of the body to shave, so Troy ended up spraying foam another couple of times before he had just about every hair removed. It was, of course, inevitable that some of the foam was deposited in Nate's asshole, and this gave Troy an opportunity that was too good to pass up. After all, he still had a personal score to settle with the subjugated jock.
"Oh look," he declared loudly, "poor Natey's got a little foam down his hole." Nate's face burned as the crowd snickered. Troy continued in a condescending tone, "That must be pretty uncomfortable. Do you want me to help you out?"
Nate, guessing what Troy had in mind, immediately began to say, "No - it's okay -"
Troy heard him loud and clear, but pretended as though the words had been muffled by the carpet. "I'm sorry, was that an okay? Well, I don't mind, since I've already gotten my hands dirty." Before Nate could protest further, he pressed his index finger against Nate's anal ring. Nate clenched his hole tightly at the intrusion, but Troy was relentless. With the residual foam serving as lubricant, he plunged his finger into the tight chute up to the middle joint. Nate silently pleaded with any of his teammates to rescue him from this humiliating state, but they were all far too enraptured watching the once-proud stud's virginal hole being violated for the first time.
With the air of a tour guide giving commentary on a coach tour, Troy stated, "Well, I can definitely say that nothing's ever been up here before." He applied even more pressure, sinking his finger up to the knuckle. He could feel the shame radiating off the naked jock lying under him, and he reveled in it as much as he did in the moist, tight hole.
"So you're essentially deflowering the pretty boy then," suggested Jason, grinning widely at the thought.
"Oh, it'll take more than a finger to deflower him," replied Troy.
"I know!" Cliff exclaimed suddenly, and ran out of the room, leaving his teammates bewildered.
Troy, meanwhile, flexed his finger inside Nate, who squirmed but didn't bother protesting because he knew it would not lead him anywhere. He also had more pressing matters to worry about, because the sensations in his ass, coupled with the earlier fondling of his dick, was raising a more distressing problem around his front. Nate desperately tried to will away his burgeoning hard-on, because the last thing he needed was for his teammates to think he was getting turned on by all this.
There was a sudden burst of laughter as Cliff came back into the room. Nate tried to crane his neck to see what was so amusing, but he couldn't see what Cliff handed to Troy.
"Thank you, Cliff, this will do perfectly," smirked Troy.
"It's even the right shape!" laughed someone.
"I guess your girlfriend doesn't have any need for flavored condoms then?"
Nate wondered what the hell they were talking about. But then Troy withdrew his finger from his hole, and he was so caught up in the momentary relief that he relaxed his anal ring.
This was a mistake. Because Troy was removing his finger, merely to replace with something else. And because Nate had relaxed his sphincter, Troy managed to push a good three inches of the object up his ass.
Nate was unable to suppress his shriek of pain as the object was brutally thrust into his ass, for it was a good deal thicker than Troy's finger, and the lubricating effect of the shaving foam was no longer sufficient.
Owen's voice, dripping with scorn, penetrated the haze of pain and humiliation as Troy pushed the object deeper into Nate's ass. "If only they could see him now ... the great Nathan Ramsey ... with a banana stuffed up his ass!"
This got the biggest whoop of laughter yet as Nate's teammates practically fell off their seats, chortling uncontrollably. Nate could feel his dignity slipping away even as he struggled to hold on to it.
But his greatest fear was realized when Owen nodded to Shane and Stuart. "Okay guys, flip him over."
"No!" Nate's exclamation brought a hush down on the audience.
The twins hesitated as Owen crouched down in front of Nate and lifted his chin up so that their eyes met. "What did you say?"
"I - I meant - please, no," Nate croaked desperately.
Owen cocked his head to one side. "And why ever not? Nate, in case you haven't noticed by now, you don't have a say in any of this." He nodded again to the twins, who roughly flipped Nate on to his back, in the process revealing to everyone what the jock had been so afraid of. Nate's seven- and-a-half-inch boner stood proud and erect, at right angles to his shaved crotch and in complete contrast to its red- faced owner.
"Holy crap!"
"He's got a fucking hard-on!"
"He actually LIKES having things up his ass!"
"That's sick, man!"
"Are you in the fucking closet, Ramsey?"
Nate closed his eyes, unable to face any of his teammates. It had been bad enough to be forcibly stripped, made to exhibit himself in public and shaved of his body hair, but to get a hard-on from being fucked with a fruit, in front of the people who used to admire him, was the final blow.
Or so he thought ... until he heard the click of a camera- phone. His eyes flew open. Drew was standing in front of him, phone in hand. Nate jumped up so quickly that his captors almost lost control of him.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" he shouted. Drew stared at him. "Give me that!" Nate lunged at Drew, his bound hands grabbing for the phone. Shane and Stuart struggled to restrain their furious captive, but they managed it just as Owen stepped between Nate and Drew.
He had a mocking smile on his face. "Come, come, Nathaniel, surely you don't begrudge Andrew a little memento of this night?"
In his panic, Nate stumbled over his words. "I - you can't - if someone sees those photos ..."
"You'll be ruined," Owen finished the sentence for him. The smile on his face was wiped off suddenly, as if a light switch had been thrown. "Which is why we're not going to need to restrain you anymore. You'll listen to everything we say, do everything we tell you to. Or that photo will be made public, and the whole world will see you as we do right now: naked and shaved, with a hard-on from having a banana stuck up your ass."
Nate stared at him in shock, unable to process what he was being told. "You wouldn't! You said you wouldn't!"
Owen walked round to the back of Nate. "No, we never said anything of that sort. But we're willing to now, if you agree to our terms." He pushed the banana, which had become dislodged in the struggle, deeper into Nate's ass. The captive stud grunted, powerless to stop his tormentor.
Owen walked back to Nate's front. "Do we have a deal? Total obedience, in exchange for not releasing that photo, or any other images we might take of you from this point forward."
Nate did not even consider it before shaking his head vehemently. "No way! No fucking way. I'm not going to be your fucking slave. Anyway, you wouldn't dare show that pic to anyone. It'd implicate you as well." He stared challengingly at Owen. Wes, like the rest of their teammates, watched the power struggle in silence. It was very much Owen and Nate's battle, but the outcome was a foregone conclusion. After all, one still had his dignity and his clothes intact, while the other had a penis-shaped fruit stuffed up his ass.
Owen turned to Wes. "Do you still have Ramsey's phone?" Wes gave it to him. Owen scrolled down the contacts list. "Oh look, you have our homeroom teacher's number. I wonder how Miss Morrison will feel about receiving a lewd picture of you from your own phone. And maybe we should send it to Coach Reilly too: what ever will he think of his `star' player then? Or we could even forward it to your parents. Won't mommy be shocked to see what perversions her baby boy is indulging in?"
"Drew, send that pic to Ramsey's phone. He has a couple of picture messages to send."
Drew nodded, and almost immediately there was a ting as the picture message was received on Nate's phone. Owen held the phone a couple of feet away from Nate, but not so far away that he was unable to see what was on the screen.
"As you can see, the only person in the photo is you. No one can make out that you're being held down, and as far as they'll be concerned, you took this of your own free volition, because you're a fucking pervert." He fiddled with the phone and showed it to Nate once again.
"So who do you want to make your naked debut to? Miss Morrison? Coach? Or your mom? Just say the word, and it's done."
Nate realized Owen was being absolutely serious. And the fact that no one was protesting at the unfairness of it made him aware of how truly precarious his position was: he could not expect any sympathy from the teammates who now reveled in their power over the naked jock. It was no longer about his past treatment of them, or even the bet that he had lost at the start of the evening. They had an attractive, popular jock at their mercy and they fully intended to do whatever they could with - and to - him.
"Don't send it," Nate said finally in a small voice.
Owen cupped his hand around his ear. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you?"
"Don't send it to anyone. Please!"
Owen shook his head. "Nah, I'm not convinced. Miss Morrison it is then."
Nate went wild with panic. "Oh God, no! I'm begging you, please!"
Owen smiled with all the contentment of a hunter whose prey has inescapably ensnared itself in his trap. "Good. I thought you would see it our way. So here's how it works. You will do everything and anything we tell you to, or this picture - and any more we take from now on - will go into the public domain."
Nate hung his head, defeated. "Okay. Yes. I'll do it."
"Do what?"
"Anything you want."
The jocks crowded around them broke out into whoops and whistles. Nate Ramsey, school stud, basketball star and all- round popular jock, had officially submitted as his team's slave.
Owen turned his attention away from Nate. "Drew, if you could send that picture to everyone in this room -"
Nate's head jerked up.
"As insurance," explained Owen. "I wouldn't put it past you to try and get rid of the pic somehow. This way you'll have to go through all of us before that image is well and truly gone. And I doubt you'd get that far." He turned back to Drew.
"I was already working on it. You should all be getting a message any time now," announced Drew as he snapped his phone shut. Almost instantly there was a chorus of beeps.
"Well done, Drew," said Jason. "Shane, Stu: I think you can let him go now." The twins looked doubtful.
"Oh, he won't try to run. Not now that we have the dirt on him," assured Owen. Shane and Stuart released their hold on the naked captive. Nate almost buckled to the ground, the true hopelessness of his situation sinking in.
"I would love to give you time to reflect on your new status but I'm afraid that would only give you hope where there is none, because slaves don't get any personal time."
Nate swallowed hard, unsure whether to take Owen's comment seriously or not. Owen's gaze ran down Nate's beautiful body, coming to a stop at his dick, which was rapidly deflating from the humiliating ordeal he had just been put through.
"Well, it's a pity your confidence seems to be deserting you, Ramsey, because it's gonna make your first task just that little bit harder."
"My first task?" Nate asked, even though he wasn't sure he would like the answer.
"Jerk off. Now." There was a collective intake of breath as Owen casually dropped the bombshell.
Nate stared at him in shock. "You're not serious?"
"Only as serious as that picture message we might still want to send."
Nate flinched. "Please. I just - I can't. Not like this. Not in front of everyone."
"The twenty of us isn't everyone'. Everyone' would better describe all the people who are going to see this picture if you don't do as we say."
"Please ..." The tremor in Nate's voice gave away his wretched desperation to preserve the last shreds of his dignity - a dignity that could never be reclaimed once he jerked off in front of his teammates.
Owen ignored the pathetic pleas and turned to Troy instead. "You remember where Nate keeps his, er, masturbatory aid, right?" Troy nodded and ran upstairs to fetch it from Nate's bedroom.
"So you see, we will help you out," said Owen maliciously. "Oh, and I forgot to mention, we will be recording this ... session. But, as per our agreement, it doesn't get out unless of course, you disobey us."
Wes said, "Why don't you lie down on the couch?" Four boys got up from their seats, clearing the couch for Nate.
Hanging his head in shame, the overwhelmed stud walked over to the couch and lay down on his back. He was sweating a little from his struggle from the twins and the anxious thoughts running through his head, so his newly-hairless body was covered with a fine sheen of perspiration.
Troy reappeared with the bottle of lotion. "May I?" Without waiting for an answer, he popped open the bottle and squirted a good amount of its contents onto Nate's dick. The pale, creamy substance on his dick made it look like he had already cum, and Ethan decided it was as good a moment as any to start recording, in glorious high definition, Nate's humiliation. Owen had entrusted to Ethan his state-of-the- art camera, brought along for circumstances just like these.
Nate gulped when he saw Ethan producing the video camera. Several other teammates had whipped out their camera phones to make their own souvenirs of Nate's downfall.
"None of this will get out, right?" he asked fearfully.
Owen sighed impatiently. "We already gave you our word, which I think we've seen is worth a lot more than yours. But if you don't cum in the next ten minutes ... all bets are off."
"There's a time limit?" Nate said incredulously. Owen just shot him a look, and Nate realized that the ten minutes had already started. His hand flew to his dick and he desperately began to stroke it.
The room was silent, except for the clicks of the camera phones, as Nate, face burning with shame, struggled to regain his erection.
"Not rising to the occasion, huh?" observed Parker, smirking.
It was true. Despite his best efforts, Nate's dick remained soft. The humiliation was too great.
Cliff called out the time remaining. "Eight minutes!"
Owen tutted. "Well, this is boring. We're just like, counting down the minutes before we start sending out that picture."
"I'm trying!" Nate cried out wretchedly. "Please, I just need more time. It's difficult with everyone watching -"
Owen cut him off. "Excuses aren't going to help, Nathaniel."
"Seven minutes!" Nate's dick was not even semi-erect.
"I don't want to spoil the fun of watching Nate fail," Wes spoke up. "But I think we all now know what gets Nate hard."
All eyes went to the banana protruding from Nate's ass.
"Oh God. Not that again," begged Nate.
Jason eyed Nate coldly. "Go on then. Fuck yourself with that thing. You know it's what you like."
"Six minutes!"
A sob escaped from Nate's throat as he reluctantly grasped the banana in his free hand. And then, in front of all the people whose admiration he desired, he fucked himself with the banana, pistoning it in and out of his ass.
Ethan, not caring about Nate's despair at this latest degradation, instructed the whimpering stud to spread his legs open wider and lift his hips so that the camera had a clear view of his dick and asshole at the same time. He wanted to make sure that the camera captured every debasing detail in stunning clarity as Nate pumped his dick with one hand and fucked his ass with the other.
The sensations in his ass achieved what his hand alone had not: Nate's dick grew to its full, erect length. But any relief he might have felt was lost as soon as Cliff yelled out that there were four minutes remaining. Nate realized desperately that he still had to work himself up to a climax within that time.
"Oh, wait a second," Troy interrupted. He picked up an empty glass from the coffee table and dropped it on the couch next to Nate. "When you cum, make sure you collect it in that." He gazed critically at Nate, or rather, at the banana he was using to fuck his ass. As Nate prepared to plunge it in again, he pressed his hand against Nate's and gave it a hard shove.
Nate screamed as eight inches of the fruit was buried in his ass - deeper than ever before.
"And that, gentlemen, is what it sounds like when a straight boy loses his backdoor cherry!"
There were more hoots of laughter at Troy's announcement, but Nate could do no more than blink back tears. There were now less than two minutes remaining before the humiliating photo was released. Fortunately, while Troy's brutal shove of the banana up his asshole had been excruciating, it had also managed to hit his prostate. Nate was harder than ever before, and he could feel the pressure building in his balls.
"One minute!" yelled out Cliff.
Nate pumped his dick furiously, no longer caring about the watching eyes and concerned only about whether he would be able to climax before time was up and his humiliation went public. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't able to block off the sound of his taunting teammates.
"Hey Ramsey, don't beat your dick off completely!"
"Yeah, don't you want to see Miss Morrison's face when she sees that pic?"
"Thirty seconds!"
Then, just as Cliff prepared to shout out the final fifteen seconds, Nate came. The shame, the fear of public ridicule and being labeled as a pervert - all of it was forgotten for a brief moment as he shot his loads into the air. The first shot made a wide arc over his chest, spattering his body with cum with a few drops landing on his chin.
The instruction to collect his cum in the glass had completely slipped Nate's mind, but Devlin, not wanting his idol to be punished more than he already had, pressed the glass into his hand as a reminder. He managed to catch the tail end of his second load and all of the third in it. His teammates, meanwhile, snapped away with their camera phones, immortalizing his shame as he lay there, dick hard and chest speckled with cum.
Finally, the raucous cheers died down, and Nate descended from his post-orgasmic high to the horrifying realization that he would never live this down, no matter how hard he tried. He had just cum in front of his teammates after fucking himself with a banana. No one in the room would be willing to let him forget it.
"A Kodak moment if I ever saw one," remarked Jason. "You got all that?" he asked Ethan.
Ethan nodded, panning the camera down along Nate's cum- streaked torso.
"Now we don't like waste, Nate, so why don't you scoop up the stuff on your chest and add it to the glass?" suggested Troy.
The humiliation was so great that Nate could not even bring himself to protest. He bleakly scraped the cum off his chest the best he could and trickled it into the glass already containing two of his loads.
He reached for the droplets on his chin, but Owen stopped him. "No, leave that. Smear it across your face. Go on."
Nate sobbed but did as he was told. More than a few guys in that room got a hard-on from watching the stud smear his own cum on his face.
"So I think your place in this team should be clear by now, Nathaniel. I can see that we're going to have a lot of fun with you," said Owen. "Now go and shower. You stink of cum."
Nate slowly got up from the couch.
"Oh, don't think you're going alone. Troy, I trust you'll ensure he doesn't get any privacy in the shower. Take Shane and Stuart with you to keep him in order. If he disobeys any order from anyone here, let me know immediately, and the pictures and videos go public."
The twins grabbed Nate roughly by his arms and hauled him off upstairs, Troy and a few others following. They fully intended to make sure that, as Owen had suggested, Nate did not get any privacy in the bathroom.
Wes pulled Owen aside in the foyer. "I need to talk to you."
Owen looked around. The few guys who'd opted to stay in the lounge were mostly clustered around Drew, who was using Nate's Macbook.
"Always have time for you, cap. What is it?"
"How far do you intend to take this?"
Owen raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Why, you scared?"
Wes looked Owen in the eye. "I made this possible. Do you think I would have if I was scared?"
A look of comprehension dawned on Owen's face. "Ah, I see." For one, fearful moment, Wes wondered if he had slipped up and made his lust for Nate obvious. His qualms were laid to rest when Owen added, "I didn't think you knew about Nate revving up the troops for mutiny."
Wes blinked, but had the presence of mind to keep his surprise hidden. "He would never have succeeded."
Owen dismissed the thought. "Course not. The idea that anyone would vote no confidence in you and nominate Nate for captain instead was laughable. That's why I never even bothered to mention it to you. But I guess you knew anyway."
"It certainly didn't escape my notice," lied Wes. He had been feeling a little guilty about what was happening to Nate - turned on, but guilty nonetheless - but he realized there was more reason than ever to ensure Nate got his just desserts.
"Well, you'll be glad to know there are no limits on what I plan to do to Nate. I'm prepared to take him as far down as he can go. But only with your agreement, Captain."
Wes grinned. "You know you have it."
The two of them bumped fists, sealing Nate's fate for the foreseeable future.
To be continued ...
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