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. 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.
Several readers have written in to ask when Nate will be fucked. I would like to take this opportunity to assure you that it WILL happen (and once it does, it will continue to happen on a very regular basis) but not quite yet. If you stick around till the sixth chapter you'll probably find it very rewarding. In the interim, please think of this extra- long chapter as a gift for the holiday season.
Happy Holidays!
CHAPTER FOUR: "The games boys play"
While Owen and Wes schemed downstairs, the object of their discussion was being subjected to a very thorough - and very public - shower. About a dozen guys were crowded into Nate's parents' bathroom; it was the largest in the house and could comfortably fit all the onlookers while allowing Ethan to move about freely as he filmed Nate's shower. The boys were taking very seriously the instruction that Nate be given no privacy whatsoever and called out commands intended to further degrade Nate.
"Go on then, lather up your dick."
"He said lather it up, not play with it!"
"Yeah, we didn't give you permission to jack off again."
Of course, another public masturbation session was the furthest thing from Nate's mind and the boys knew this, but they'd really gotten into the swing of humiliating the guy who'd shown them up so many times in the past. Why bring him down by just a peg or two, when you had blackmail material that could make him go the whole nine yards?
"If you wanna play with something, play with your nipples."
Nate hesitated, his mind rebelling against the idea of putting on such a perverted show for his teammates and the camera. The water cascaded over his body, light glinting on the ripples as it bathed every square inch of his well- muscled form. If he had looked like a stud in all his naked glory before, now he resembled a veritable porn god.
His teammates were growing impatient at his reluctance to execute their command. "What the fuck are you waiting for?"
"Did you not hear yourself being given an order, Ramsey?" asked Troy in a dangerous tone of voice. "Or do you WANT the world to see you jerking off with a banana stuffed up your ass?"
Nate shook his head frantically.
"Then you'd better start twisting your tits, fucker. And just to remind you who's the boss here, here's another order. When you're done playing with your tits, give your hole a thorough cleaning with your finger."
"Only one finger?" asked Lucas. "I'd have thought he's ready for at least two ... or three."
"You're right," Troy acknowledged. "After all, he's already had a banana up that chute. You heard your orders, slave: now get to work."
Nate's eyes filled with tears as he heard himself addressed as a slave, but he knew Troy would be as good as his word. Any delay in obeying an order and he could expect those photos (and now videos!) to be sent out to his family and friends.
So with a sinking heart he did as he was told, pinching the nubs of his nipples between two fingers on each hand and twisting them.
"Put a little more strength into it, slaveboy!" shouted one of his teammates, who found the performance a little lackluster.
"Yeah, don't pretend you aren't enjoying it, because we know this is right up your alley, you pervert."
Nate's eyes watered as he gave his nipples a particularly vicious twist, but this apparently wasn't enough for his audience.
"You know, the sound of the shower's getting a little monotonous. How about you moaning a little?" suggested Ethan. "Show how much this is turning you on."
"Ethan, man, you sound like a porn producer," chuckled Rodrigo.
"Well, if Ramsey here ever decides to stop listening to us, we'll be able to make some money by selling this to one," replied Ethan.
Nate caught the veiled threat in Ethan's words and trembled at the thought of becoming an online porn sensation: jerk- off material to thousands of strangers across the Web. He gave in to Ethan's demand. "Oh ... yeah ... this is so fucking hot ..."
He ran one hand down his chest and rubbed his abs, while he alternated the other hand between pinching one nipple and then the other. The guys snickered as they watched Nate thoroughly embarrass himself. Ethan, of course, made sure to get it all on film.
"Enough nipple play," Troy decreed after a few minutes, by which time Nate's nipples now stood out proudly. "Move on to your next order."
Nate reluctantly slid his hands down his body towards his butt.
"Wait a second," Troy interrupted. "First turn around, and bend over a little. Spread your cheeks and give everyone a good view of your hole."
Nate obeyed, getting the smallest of comforts in not having to face his teammates, because the tears that had been gathering in his eyes over the course of the ordeal were now threatening to spill over. The water from the shower splashed onto his muscled back and ran down the crevice of his butt. The guys all leaned in closer as he pulled his buns apart; they'd already gotten a good look at Nate's asshole when Troy was shaving him, but they were still glad for a second look. It gave them vindictive pleasure to see the arrogant jerk forced to reveal the most private part of his body to them and to have the power to actually make him do a thing that would otherwise have been unthinkable.
"Now keep them spread the best you can, but start sliding one finger up your chute." Troy turned to Ethan. "You getting all this?"
Ethan, who was making judicious use of the zoom feature on his video camera, nodded. "Sure am."
Troy turned his attention back to Nate. "Now fuck yourself with the finger. And make sure you moan for the camera."
The tears were now flowing freely down Nate's face, but the guys couldn't see it and, even if they had, they probably wouldn't have cared. Their eyes were glued to the sight of Nate's finger moving in and out of his rectum.
"Now add a second finger," instructed Troy. Nate winced as he obeyed; his chute had returned to its original tightness after the banana had been removed for his shower.
The guys, drunk as much on beer as on their newfound power over Nate, found their reservations slipping away as they watched him put on this lewd display in front of them. Some even gave the tent in their shorts a surreptitious stroke as they observed Nate's fingers disappearing into his warm, moist hole.
Troy soon found his role as supervisor for the shower session being usurped as the other guys began to throw out commands at Nate. Troy smiled, not minding because he could see how into all this the others were becoming.
"Yeah, fuck yourself!"
"Bury those fingers!"
"He's loving it, the slut. Tell us how much you love it."
"I love it," sobbed Nate. "I love having my fingers up my ass. I need something hard up in it."
"Shove in another finger!"
Nate whimpered. His chute was still sore from its earlier penetration with the banana, and the running water did little to lubricate his fingers as he slipped them into his hole, at his teammates' insistence, up to the knuckles. His concerns that he might draw blood were apparently not shared by the rest, not even young Devlin.
Torn between sympathy for his fallen idol and delirious lust at seeing him commit such perverted acts, the freshman gave in completely to the latter as he excitedly yelled out Nate's next command. "Another finger!
His hole barely having adjusted to the intrusion of three fingers, but knowing the penalty of disobedience, Nate grunted as he slid the last finger up it. Burying all four fingers completely in his ass, as demanded by his teammates, brought on a fresh wave of pain and humiliation. But now there was an element of fear involved as well: how far were they going to go? Nate thought he would pass out if they ordered him to shove his entire fist up his ass, and that seemed to be the direction in which they were heading.
"Alright boys, shower time's over."
There was a collective groan of disappointment from his audience but Nate had never felt more relieved to hear Owen's voice. His apprehension returned, however, when Owen added, "Time's getting on, and we have a busy night ahead."
"Hold on, did we say you could wash your hand?" Troy's question arrested Nate's movement to wash the fingers he'd been fucking himself with under the shower.
Nate shook his head.
"Exactly. If you want to clean your fingers, you can suck on them."
Nate blanched. "I think I'll pass."
Troy smiled unpleasantly. "I don't think you understood me, Nate. That wasn't an option, it was an order."
Nate looked down at his hand. The constantly running water meant that there was very little filth on his fingers, but he was still repulsed by the idea of putting something that had so recently been up his ass, into his mouth.
"I did mention time was getting on," said Owen in a dangerous tone of voice.
Swallowing back a sob, Nate raised his hand to mouth level. The thought of what he was about to do was so revolting that he had to close his eyes.
A low murmur of disgust ran through the assembled jocks as they watched Nate put his fingers into his mouth and give them a few quick, half-hearted slurps. The thought running through his teammates' minds was just how low could one guy go? And to think they'd all looked up to him, begrudgingly or otherwise.
Nate fought to keep down the contents of his stomach. The faint taste of shit still lingered on his tongue long after he'd taken his fingers out of his mouth. Owen, however, was true to his word of not giving the slave any time to recover.
"Well, Nathaniel, the night isn't getting any younger and you still need to get dry before we can all go downstairs."
Devlin moved to offer Nate a towel from the rack beside him, but he was interrupted by Owen.
"Oh no, Devlin, that isn't how slaves dry themselves. Spread the towel on the floor, and the slave will roll on it just like a dog."
The crowd cleared a distance for Devlin to lay out the towel on the floor. It was neither wide nor long enough for more than two-thirds of Nate's body to be on it at all times, and the stud shivered whenever his bare skin came into contact with the cold floor. Every time he rolled onto his back he saw the contempt in his teammates' eyes, their new view of him as a slave clearly evident.
"That's enough, now stand up. Devlin, would you mind making sure he's completely dry?"
The blond freshman was more than delighted to acquiesce to the request. Picking up the towel, he rubbed it hastily over Nate's hair. His main focus was not these trivial details, but the new chance to feel up the flawless body below. He ordered the slave to raise his hands above his head to allow Devlin to dry his shaven armpits. Although his torso was relatively dry Devlin still gave it a quick toweling, making a shiver run up Nate's spine as he brushed against his sensitive nipples. Then he reached his favorite part of Nate's body: his dick. An inordinate amount of time was spent on this organ and by the time Devlin moved down to Nate's legs the stud was, to his shame, semi-erect.
The team was starting to get impatient, so Devlin hurried his drying of Nate's back, lingering only in the crevice between his buttcheeks. The stud drew in his breath sharply when the towel rubbed against his sore anal ring.
"Finally," Owen said, a little irritably, when Devlin was finished. "Now, Nathaniel, we were thinking of having a little game of cards. How do you feel about that?"
"I don't have a choice, do I?" answered Nate bitterly, still experiencing a foul taste in his mouth.
"Is that insolence I detect in your tone, Nathaniel?" Owen made as if to tousle Nate's damp hair but instead violently yanked his head up by a fistful, hissing, "Cut it out or things WILL get ugly for you."
He shoved Nate through the door with such force that the hapless stud tripped and fell flat on his face. Owen impatiently gave him a kick in the butt, eliciting a yelp from Nate. "Get your ass downstairs!" he barked.
Nate stumbled to his feet and hurried downstairs, fearful of the punishments Owen was quite capable of meting out if he disobeyed. Wes, Drew and a couple of others were waiting in the den. The coffee table had been set up for the card game but there was also on it an open laptop - Nate's own. Its screen displayed a Youtube page.
"Ah, so nice of you to join us," said Drew, "We thought this little teaser would remind you of what could happen if you ever decide that holding up your end of our deal isn't worth it." He clicked the play button on the Youtube video. A naked butt immediately came into view as its owner walked up to answer a door. The guy's nude body blocked the view of the person at the door but their exchange was clearly audible.
"Finally! What took -" There was a shocked pause.
"Yes?" Even if he hadn't recognized the foyer of his home and his own naked back, there was no way Nate could mistake the sound of his own voice - and there was certainly no way Nate could forget in a hurry the humiliating experience of answering the door in the nude to accept the pizza boy's delivery.
"Um ... did I, er, catch you at a bad time?" the delivery guy was saying onscreen, but Nate couldn't take it any longer. He whirled around furiously to face his teammates.
"You promised that you wouldn't publish any of the stuff you took of me!"
"Any of the stuff we took from the time of the agreement," corrected Owen. "But this particular video was taken prior to our deal, and therefore not subject to the same terms."
Nate stared at them in horror. "But this is on Youtube! Anyone could see me!"
Drew glanced at the screen and shrugged. "Well, only about twenty people so far but then again, the video hasn't even been up for a full half-hour yet.
"Twenty?" Nate choked on his words, appalled at the thought of twenty strangers having already seen his naked ass in motion.
"Oh, trust me: that number's bound to go up," assured Drew.
"How could it not, with a title like `Dumb Bare-assed Jock Answers Door'?" joked Ethan.
"I bet every perv on this side of the Equator will get a good view of Natey's butt before the week's out," added Jason, relishing the look on Nate's face.
The color drained from Nate's face. "Please . don't do this. Anything but this. Everyone will know it's me!" he begged.
"And how would they know that? If you'd shut up for a moment, you'd notice your face isn't visible anywhere in the video," Wes pointed out.
Nate glanced back towards the screen. True enough, the video ended just as Nate slammed the door shut, seconds before he turned around to face the camera.
"It was very kind of us to cut the video off just there, don't you think?" said Drew.
Everyone was watching him expectantly and Nate realized what it was they wanted him to say. "Thank you," he croaked out, scarcely believing that he was thanking his tormentors for putting up in the public domain a video of him naked, but stopping short of revealing his identity.
"Oh, don't assume we did it out of any concern for you or your anonymity," Jason was quick to add.
"Yeah, penises tend to get Youtube videos deleted and we want this particular video to have a good, long life," explained Drew.
Owen wrapped up. "So, unless your naked ass is going to be recognizable to the masses, no one will know it's you in the video. But all that can change if you ever decide to put on a petulant display like the one just now. You claimed you had no choice. Well, you do. You have the choice of being a good, obedient slave to the members of this team ... or a public laughing stock. It's up to you, Nathaniel. This video was just a taster: a friendly reminder of what could happen if you made the second choice. In which case, this video gets tagged with your full name, the high school you attend, your contact details ... and linked to a, uh, less stringent streaming site for the full video and all the others we've taken of you since."
Nate felt sick to his stomach. The online release of a video of himself naked from behind was mortifying enough, but the possibility of anyone in cyberspace seeing him shoving a phallic fruit up his ass - not to forget the humiliating show he'd been made to put on in the shower upstairs - downright terrified him.
"I'll do whatever you say!" he blubbered. "I'll be an obedient slave. Just don't release my details or publish any more of the videos ... please."
Owen smiled vindictively. "Now that's what a good little slave-boy should sound like. You know what'd make you a perfect slave-boy? If you remember to address everyone in this room as what they now are to you: your slave masters." This brought a few smiles, particularly to the junior team. The formerly high and mighty Nate Ramsey would be addressing them as his "masters". As for the stud himself, he just hung his head in pathetic defeat.
Owen was still talking. "So, I'll ask you again: do you fancy a game of cards, slave?"
"Yes ... master."
"Then sit on the floor. Wes, you wanna deal?"
The team captain nodded. "Don't you want to tell him the rules first though?"
"Oh, right. We'll play five rounds. For every round that you win, you get one article of clothing back."
The slave's head snapped up. He hadn't expected a game that would allow him to win back his clothes. Neither had the some of the guys who weren't in on the planning of the game.
Wes picked up from where Owen left off. "If you win the majority of the rounds - three or more - your slavery ends with this weekend."
Now they really had the guys' attention. Nate was looking incredulously at Wes, unable to believe the crumb of hope that was being offered up to him.
"But if you lose a round, there'll be a penalty to pay. And if you lose the majority of the rounds ... well, let's just say you won't have a very comfortable night's sleep - and this weekend will be only the beginning of your enslavement."
Nate shuddered; he knew Owen meant what he said. If he lost more than two rounds, his future would be very bleak indeed.
"Now, let's not waste any more time: let the games begin. Captain?"
Wes dealt the cards. Some of his teammates were looking worried at the possibility of their new slave getting off scot-free, but Wes was not. He was in on Owen's scheme, for the planning of which he'd given up watching Nate degraded as he took a very public shower. (Not that he would miss anything, since the event had been captured in glorious high definition by Ethan on his camera.)
The deck of cards used in the game was one of the `provisions' Owen had brought with him. Nate would only win a round if they decided to let him. And this they had decided to allow - but only so that the psychological effect on Nate would be maximized when he finally lost the game and, with it, the remaining vestiges of his self-respect.
"Alright, what do you have?" asked Owen with fake curiosity. He knew what the outcome of this round was going to be even before the cards were dealt.
Nate could hardly believe his luck as he told him. Owen threw down his cards in mock disgust.
"Does - does this mean I get my clothes back?" Nate asked, a hopeful note evident in his tone.
"Oh, you get one article of clothing back. And here it is." Smirking, Jason handed him a single, solitary sock.
Nate stared at it in undisguised disappointment. He'd been hoping for something that offered cover for his modesty.
"Aren't you going to put it on?" asked Drew mockingly.
Reluctantly, Nate slid the sock onto his right leg. He made a ridiculous sight, sitting on the floor naked except for one sock.
Meanwhile, Wes carefully dealt the second round of cards. This time they weren't in the slave's favour. He groaned and looked up at his masters resignedly. The evil grins on their faces were almost identical.
"There's no need to look so anxious, Nathaniel. Since it's only your first penalty, we'll be lenient with you. In fact, we're even integrating an important lesson on civic consciousness into your punishment."
Under normal circumstances Nate would have doubled over in laughter at the combination of Owen and civic consciousness. Tonight, however, it just made him concerned.
"I noticed as I came in earlier that your garden was rather a mess. Now you know we don't approve of littering, so your penalty is simple, really: collect the underwear that's strewn around the side garden."
The slave didn't even bother pointing out it had been Ethan who'd thrown out all of his underwear from his bedroom window. There was a more worrying aspect to the penalty. "Can - can I put something on first?" he asked timidly, although he was certain what the answer would be.
"Let me think about it," said Owen. Then he barked, "No!"
Nate looked out the window. It was completely dark outside (it was almost ten at night) but he could see the lights were on in his neighbor's house. If for any reason they happened to look out their window, would the cover of darkness be enough to hide him? It was a chance he would have to take. Being seen by the neighbors was the last thing he needed to worry about, when the whole world could end up seeing him jerking off while fucking himself with a banana.
Devlin held the front door open for him as he darted out and turned round the corner of the house. He could just about make out the shapes of his boxers lying on the ground and in the bushes, concentrated mainly in the area beneath his bedroom window.
Shaking with nervousness the whole time, he scooped up as many pairs as he could and cradled it in one arm. He'd managed to gather all those close to the house, but as he looked around he spotted three pairs lying further out. Taking a deep breath he ran for the nearest one and picked it up.
It was at that moment that the guys inside the house switched on the floodlights. Nate froze in the middle of the lawn, his naked figure lit up in the bright white beam. And then the panic set in, and he made a mad dash for the front door. "Let me in," he yelled, banging frantically on the shut door.
"Not until you've picked up all of the underwear," came Troy's voice from inside.
"At least switch off the floodlight, please!" Nate looked around wildly, expecting a curious neighbor to come over at any moment.
"No, you'll pick them up no matter how brightly lit the lawn is."
Nate stared at the closed door helplessly and then, dropping the underwear he'd already collected on the doorstep, he ran across the lawn. As hurriedly as he could, he grabbed the two remaining pairs off the ground and dashed back to the front door.
"I have it," he panted, "I have all of them. Now let me in!"
The door was opened by a widely grinning Troy. Nate pushed past him, desperate to get back into the privacy of his home. All the guys were in the foyer, laughing at his total terror at being exposed so publicly.
"Hey, guys?" said Devlin suddenly. He was looking out the window. "I think someone's coming up the driveway."
The color drained from Nate's face. He shoved Devlin aside and took a look for himself. "Shit, it's Mr. Rawlins from next door. He must've seen the floodlights come on and come to investigate!"
Owen didn't seem too perturbed. "Okay, so you tell him it was just a false alarm. I'm sure you can handle it. We'll wait in the den. C'mon boys."
"Wait!" Nate protested as the others turned to leave. "I can't answer the door naked! Not to my neighbor."
His teammates looked at each other.
"Please!" begged Nate.
"Alright," Wes relented. He picked up a pair of gray boxer- briefs from the floor; they covered as much skin as the other boxers but at least they were tighter. "Here you go."
Knowing he couldn't expect any more, Nate gratefully slipped them on just as Mr. Rawlins knocked on the front door. "Nathan?"
"Just one second," said Troy as Nate turned to answer the door. Grinning wickedly, he tugged Nate's underwear sharply downwards. "Don't adjust it," he warned before following the rest of the snickering guys into the den.
Nate looked down at himself and swallowed hard. The boxer- briefs rested, lopsidedly, just above the base of his cock. If he hadn't been shaved earlier in the evening, his entire pubic bush would have been on display. He couldn't see himself from behind but, from the cool air on his back, he guessed that his buttcrack was similarly showing. He knew what he must look like, what his neighbor would think, but he didn't dare to adjust his underwear to a more acceptable height. Taking a deep breath, he opened the door to Mr. Rawlins.
Robert Rawlins was a good-looking man of about forty. A successful lawyer, he'd moved into the house next door to the Ramseys about ten years before, bringing along his wife and only son. Robert Junior, or Bobby as he was better known, was three years younger than Nate but attended the more prestigious Carlisle Academy as opposed to McKinney High School. Although their parents got along very well, Bobby and Nate did not - which Nate blamed entirely on Bobby's "perversions". Nate had caught the younger boy spying on him and told his parents. Robert and Anna Rawlins thought it was just juvenile curiosity but Nate knew better: the little fag was hot for him. Some straight guys might have been flattered to be the subject of such attention, but not Nate; he was absolutely disgusted. Of course, little did he expect that, two years later, he'd be the one at risk of being publicly exposed as a pervert.
In fact, Mr. Rawlins was eyeing the almost-naked hunk in front of him with repugnance. This was the same guy who'd accused his son of being a Peeping Tom! It certainly didn't look like there was much to spy on, if he answered his front door looking like this. Trying to mask his disgust, Mr. Rawlins said, "Hello, Nathan. Bobby happened to see your floodlights come on. I know your parents are out of town so I thought I'd come over and check everything was okay."
"Um, thanks for coming over, Mr. Rawlins, but everything's fine. I'm having a couple of friends over and one of them, er, accidentally switched them on."
"Yes, I noticed the cars out front. Your parents know you're having friends over?"
Nate tried to act casual, throwing one arm over the door in a gesture of nonchalance, forgetting that his armpits were shaved. "They're cool with me having friends over from time to time."
Mr. Rawlins tried not to stare at Nate's hairless armpit, which confirmed his earlier guess that the boy shaved his body hair. He was wearing his underwear so low it was impossible not to notice! "Well, okay then, just - make sure you lock up properly."
"I will. Good night, Mr. Rawlins."
"Good night, Nathan."
Nate started to close the door when Mr. Rawlins suddenly said, "By the way I think you've dropped ... something ..." His voice trailed off as he realized just what was lying by the front door.
Turning beet red, Nathan grabbed the pair of boxers he'd missed off the floor (flashing Mr. Rawlins an unwelcome glimpse of buttcrack as he bent down) and hurriedly closed the door, leaving his disgusted neighbor on the front step.
On the other side of the door, Nate crumpled to the floor, utterly humiliated, as his teammates-slash-slavemasters returned to the foyer. "How will I ever show my face to Mr. Rawlins again?" he moaned. "He must think I'm a sick pervert."
"Yeah, well, it's partly your own stupid fault for missing that one pair of boxers on the porch," said Ethan unsympathetically.
"Now get your ass in the den," ordered Owen. "We still have three more rounds to go."
Nate forced himself to his feet and returned to the den. He wanted nothing more than to lock himself in his room and break down in tears but such indulgences couldn't have been further from the minds of his masters.
Wes dealt the third round of cards. Inevitably, Nate lost. He looked up at Owen, fearful of what the penalty for this loss would be. He didn't think he could take another public exposure.
"Fifty push-ups. Do `em slowly, counting each one out loud, WITHOUT breaking form no matter what."
Nate was puzzled at how easy it seemed, but he'd underestimated his masters' creativity. Just as he dropped to the floor in preparation to do the push-ups, Troy produced a set of clothes pegs from Owen's bag of provisions. Reaching under Nate's horizontal body he teased the stud's nipples to erection before clamping a peg onto each sensitive nub. Nate sucked in his breath sharply as the pegs cut off circulation to his nipples. Next Troy carefully pulled the scrotal skin away from Nate's balls and attached another couple of pegs to it. "Make sure they hit the ground every time you go down."
Nate whimpered but did as he was told. He was just thinking to himself that it wasn't too bad when Troy began the next stage of his manipulations. Devlin brought in a tray of ice- cubes from the kitchen. Troy took a cube and ran it down the stud's naked back. Then, he wrenched apart Nate's ass cheeks, exposing his tight hole to the captive audience. He moved the ice cube in circles around the sore anal ring, causing the slave to cry out reluctantly in pleasure. But, as the other guys watched, he pressed the rapidly-melting cube against Nate's sphincter and, none too gently, shoved it up his ass!
The audience hooted with laughter as Nate yelped in surprise and discomfort, just barely preventing himself from breaking form at the unexpected, icy intruder up his chute.
"Take it out!" he implored, to no avail of course. Instead his pathetic pleas just spurred Troy on to repeat the procedure with a second ice cube. Nate wriggled awkwardly in an attempt to dislodge the ice cubes but Troy kept his finger against his asshole, stopping any from slipping out.
However, if he'd hoped to manipulate Nate into breaking form, he was to be disappointed. The enslaved jock was far too aware of the penalties for failure to allow himself to be distracted by the uncomfortable sensations in his butt.
Troy passed the third ice cube to Devlin and indicated that he should take over. Although surprised, the blond freshman was more than pleased to do as suggested. To think he'd be able to play with Nate's oh-so-fuckable asshole!
Troy, meanwhile, returned his attention to the clothes pegs. He gave the pair of pegs attached to Nate's scrotum a hard thwack, making him gasp out loud. Then he ripped off the pegs on Nate's nipples in one, vicious yank. The shriek this produced had the spectators almost rolling on the floor in laughter.
Amazingly enough, despite the pain inflicted on him, Nate managed to complete all fifty push-ups, much to the disappointment of several of his teammates, who'd been hoping to punish the stud further. As he raised his body after finishing the last repetition, he collapsed to the floor. After everything he'd been through in the past few hours, it was a miracle he'd been able to last as long as he had.
But his slavemasters had no intention of letting him rest. The Hamilton twins hauled him up into a sitting position to play the fourth round. Nate could feel water from the melting ice cubes still lodged up his chute seeping from his asshole. He groaned inwardly, unable to believe there were still two more rounds to go - two more penalties to pay, he was convinced.
So he was doubly surprised when he won the round. His elation was barely dented when he was handed his prize - the pair to the one sock he had on presently - thanks to the hope-renewing realization that he only had to win the next, and final, round to be freed from his enslavement at the end of the week.
It was exactly this effect that Wes and Owen had intended when they'd agreed to let Nate win two rounds of the game. They knew that giving him false hope in the penultimate round would only make the blow to his psyche all the greater when he eventually lost. And lose he did, spectacularly. The look on Nate's face, as the last illusion of freedom was snatched away from him, was priceless.
"Stand up," commanded Owen, amidst the cheers from his teammates, all of whom were obviously delighted at Nate's continued enslavement; their time to have fun at the stud's expense had just been extended indefinitely. "Put your hands on that table over there, palms down, and spread your legs a little."
He eyed the naked, sweaty slave critically (as opposed to the lustful glances from many of his teammates). "Hmm, stand further away from the table but keep your hands in position. Now push your butt back. Perfect."
Nate wearily followed the instructions; he had an inkling of where this was leading, and his suspicions were confirmed when Owen produced, from his bag, a paddle. His next instructions were directed to the audience, not the slave.
"Alright, guys, everyone has two shots - or should that be swats? - at his ass. So make them count. Remember all the shit he's pulled on you when you take a swing." He handed the paddle to Wes.
The team captain approached the trembling slave, his eyes on the perfect, quivering twin globes in front of him. Nate had worked up quite a sweat from his physical exertion minutes earlier, so his butt shone very enticingly with a fine sheen of sweat. Wes had to remind himself that the fucking would come later.
THWACK! Nate jumped as the first blow landed squarely across his left glute, leaving a clear red imprint on the pale cheek. He took aim at the right cheek next and landed an equally powerful hit.
Wes passed the paddle to Cliff, who was next in line. He was less forceful with his swing, but he wasn't gentle either. Troy was third and he swung the paddle so strongly that the blow made Nate rock on his feet. He had to bite his lip to keep himself from crying out.
And so it continued until all twenty-three of Nate's teammates had delivered their blows. The force with which each guy swung the paddle made for an interesting study of their feelings towards the arrogant jerk whose bare butt grew increasingly crimson with each thwack. The younger guys, who'd so idolized the star player, were disinclined to inflict any serious pain on him. The seniors, meanwhile, were less restrained in punishing Nate. The exercise had, as far as Owen and Wes were concerned, served its dual purpose.
Owen was the last to paddle Nate's ass and he'd noticed a not-to-be-missed opportunity in his low-hanging balls. He aimed the paddle a couple of inches below Nate's ass and swung with all his might. Nate doubled up in pain when the paddle made contact with his balls.
"Oops, must've slipped," said Owen casually. The other guys winced as they watched Nate retch and felt extremely glad it wasn't their balls that had just been hit. "You still owe me another," added Owen.
Nate glared hatefully at Owen. If looks could have killed, Owen would have dropped dead right then. The Hamilton twins had to help Nate to stand and present his ass for the final paddling of the night. This time, Owen swung at the right target.
The twins let go of Nate and he flopped on his belly across the table. His ass glowed bright red - an image that was immortalized by the many camera phones in the room.
"Shane, help him upstairs. He still has one penalty to pay for losing the overall game." Nate was in too much pain to even beg for clemency. He allowed one of the twins to drag him up the stairs. To his surprise, he was taken to the bathroom again. Shane held onto Nate's arms while his twin, Stuart, grabbed his legs and lifted him up. They then unceremoniously dumped him, on his back, in the bathtub.
Troy produced a length of rope and tied Nate's hands to the faucet above his head. Drew used another piece to tie his legs together. "This is where you'll be spending the night."
"Yeah, a slave shouldn't have the luxury of a bed while some of his masters have to camp out on the floor," stated Lucas.
"I hope you're comfortable?" asked Troy mockingly.
Nate wriggled around in the tub, which was about two feet too short for him. He was far from comfortable. He saw that his masters were expecting an answer. "It's ... not unbearable," he replied.
"Oh, don't worry," said Owen. Then, with a cruel grin, he added, "It will be soon enough!"
He squirted some cream from a tube onto Nate's exposed armpits and passed the tube to Troy. While he rubbed the cream into the freshly-shaven pits, Troy did the same for Nate's groin.
"What is that?" he asked in alarm.
"You'll find out soon enough," said Troy. And he did, as his skin where the cream had been applied began to heat up. Within seconds the mildly uncomfortable sensation had turned into an intolerable burning.
But there was worse to come, as Ethan had procured from the kitchen a cucumber. Nate didn't know it but the banana used earlier had been set aside for future use, as had the refrigerated glass of his cum.
Nate watched in growing horror as the cucumber was liberally coated with the cream. He barely noticed Troy spreading the cream on his butt while Shane raised his legs up.
"No, please!" he burst out as it became clear what the cucumber was for. "Not that! Anything but that!"
"But Nathaniel, you LIKE having things up your ass," mocked Owen.
"My ass is already on fire! If you put that thing in ..."
"I guess it's a risk we'll have to take, won't we?" replied Owen. He rubbed the remnants of the cream on his fingers on Nate's shriveled dick as Troy penetrated his ass with the cucumber.
"Argh! Please! Take it out!"
Owen just laughed. "Sweet dreams, Nathaniel."
Ethan took one last picture of the helpless stud squirming in the bath tub as the skin on his most sensitive body parts burned. Then they shut the door on his desperate screams and went about preparing for their night's rest. Tomorrow would be a new day, with new humiliations for their new slave.
To be continued ...
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