The Downfall of Nate Ramsey

THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY

DISCLAIMERS:

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 saga chronicles the humiliating ordeals of an 18-year-old high school basketball player is unwillingly subjected to. The humiliations in this chapter have a particularly strong sexual component. If you are underage, or do not want to read about such matters, you should leave this webpage at once and never look back.

-------------------------- A MESSAGE FROM THE AUTHOR:

I have not had the chance to respond to some of the numerous emails I received, expressing appreciation for my writing and asking when the next chapter of Nate's saga was due. I apologize most sincerely for this oversight on my part and would like to assure everyone that, although I might not have replied, I have most definitely read your messages. Thank you so much for all your messages and please do not stop sending them in. Now that I have completed this long-awaited chapter, I intend to work on my backlog of emails. In the meantime, I bid you to enjoy this latest installment and share with me your thoughts and suggestions when you are done. I hope the extra length of this chapter will go some way towards making up for the extremely long delay in publishing it.

This chapter is especially dedicated to the authors of "Varsity Tough" and "The White Rat", two excellent tales in this section of Nifty that have recently reached their conclusions.

------------------------------- CHAPTER SEVEN: "What goes around, cums around"

Nate stared at the taser with wide, terrified eyes as Owen ran it softly over his bare skin. He brought it to a rest on Nate's dick, pressing the business end of the taser against his shaft.

"I wonder if you'll piss yourself if I shock your balls with this," Owen mused out loud. Wes, who'd not expected Owen to produce the taser in the first place, began to feel gravely concerned. His disquiet was mirrored on the faces of Drew and Ethan -- but not the other two.

"You're not going to use that on me," Nate said, bravely trying to call Owen's bluff. "That's sick even for -- ARGH!" He let out a scream as Owen, without warning, raised the taser to rest against Nate's abs and delivered him a small, but sharp, shock. The pain, though brief, was excruciating. Nate's entire body spasmed and he gasped desperately for breath even after the taser was no longer in contact with his bare skin.

Wes started forward at this unexpected display of brutality, but Jason held him back.

"Why are you stopping me?" he hissed to his best friend. "He could really hurt Nate!"

"Relax," Jason whispered back, "I'm pretty sure that was only to remind Nate what the score is. And now that he knows it, he'll agree to anything in order to spare himself further pain." Under his breath, he added, "Not that I would mind causing him more pain."

Not hearing that last part, Wes reluctantly refrained from interfering. Jason was right; Nate knew the score now -- he could see it in his eyes. Of course, Wes wasn't seeing the same thing those blue eyes were seeing; he was too blinded by his lust for Nate. As Nate struggled to catch his breath, he looked straight into Owen's eyes and saw in them not a shred of compassion or even humanity -- just a cruel glint that promised untold suffering if he failed to obey Owen's will.

"Why are you doing this to me?" he sobbed.

"Because you deserve it," replied Owen promptly. "And because we can."

Nate opened his mouth to protest that he'd never done anything to deserve this, but Owen beat him to the punch.

"Now are you going to be a good little boy and offer to give me a blowjob, or would you rather I test out my theory about what might happen if I zap your balls with this thing?" He prodded Nate in the ribs with the taser.

Nate was torn. Under any other circumstances, he would have dared Owen to do his worst; there would be no way in hell that he'd willingly agree to suck his dick. But the torment of the past twenty-four hours had worn Nate down, physically and emotionally. The forced exercise, the paddling, the degrading show he'd had to put on for that club full of perverts ... taken individually he might have been able to hold out some more, but the combination was too much. Nate wasn't certain he could withstand repeated taserings and dry penetration. Not to mention the added threat of his tormentors publishing the photos they had of him -- photos of him doing disgusting things, of him naked with a hard-on from having a banana stuffed up his ass. He shuddered at the thought of his parents, or his girlfriend, or any of his schoolmates who'd admired him, seeing those sordid pictures.

Watching his prey's face closely, Owen saw the exact moment when the resolve that had sustained Nate for so long broke. He knew they had crossed the point of no return. It was all he could do to stop from grinning outwardly. His hated enemy was about to set himself up for his greatest downfall yet.

"I'll do it," Nate managed to choke out finally.

Owen decided to play dumb, milking the moment for all it was worth. "You'll do what?"

Nate swallowed before he clarified, "I'll suck your dick."

Seeing an opportunity that was too good to pass up, Owen decided to up the ante a little more. "I'm not entirely convinced I should let you."

Nate's eyes widened in shock. He didn't understand what Owen was playing at. He was soon enlightened, however.

"Why don't you convince me?" continued Owen, not content until he could extract every last ounce of pleasure from Nate's shame. "You know, BEG me for a taste of my dick."

That was very nearly the deal breaker for Nate; he couldn't believe that not only did Owen expect him to suck his dick, but the bastard also wanted him to beg like some slutty fag for that chance. He was about to tell Owen where he could stick his perverted demands, but then he felt the taser being gently traced along his side, a reminder of what the consequences for disobedience would be. Nate's self-preservation instinct won out over his pride.

Defeated, he said quietly, "Please let me suck your dick."

Owen grinned and signaled discreetly at Drew to turn on the video camera before waving Nate on. And so, gritting his teeth, Nate humiliated himself further as he pleaded with Owen for a taste of his "delicious and irresistible" dick. His five other teammates watched openmouthed, marveling at the new depths to which Nate had sunk.

Owen let Nate run on in a similar vein for another half a minute before he was satisfied with his on-camera debasement. Then Owen straddled his chest, unconcerned about Nate having to support his weight. He didn't bother undressing; he merely unzipped his jeans and fished his dick out of the fly of his boxers. His equipment was average at best -- Nate had certainly never before lost an opportunity to imply that it was the relative size of Owen's dick that had caused Melanie to dump him for the superiorly-endowed Nate. Tonight, however, sarcastic remarks could not have been further from Nate's mind as he fearfully eyed the semi-erect tool in front of his face. Even Owen's average five-and-a-half inches were five-and-a-half inches too long for his liking.

"Open up," said Owen tersely.

Nate hesitated. He still couldn't believe this was really happening to him. He opened his mouth almost mechanically, and Owen didn't wait to shove in the entire length of his dick. Nate gagged from the suddenness of the intrusion, but Owen wasn't about to give him any time to adjust.

"I'd better not feel any teeth," he warned. He gave Nate a hard poke in the ribs with the taser gun to underscore his point. "Don't just lie there, work on bringing me off."

Nate was still in shock from having another man's dick in his mouth for the first time in his life. Troy decided to prod him along -- making Nate feel even more like a slut.

"Need some pointers, Ramsey? First, I'd suggest you wrap your lips around that dick. Suck on it like it's a popsicle. Yeah, like that. Let's see you get the whole thing down your throat."

The other guys in the room broke out into grins as Nate reluctantly began to obey Troy's commands. He wanted nothing more than to spit out the repulsive dick in his mouth and scream at his tormentors for being the disgusting fags that they obviously were, but he knew the consequences of such an action would be infinitely worse. So, very reluctantly, he did as he was told, although a small part of him died every time he choked on Owen's fast-engorging dick. He just wanted this hell to be over -- he couldn't imagine anything worse than having to pleasure another man orally. Unfortunately for him, there were things that were a lot worse ... and he was going to experience more of them that very night.

The first inkling Nate had of the further humiliations to come was when his audience began to gasp, and then giggle. He barely noticed them initially; he had retreated into a mental sanctuary as Owen really got into the swing of oral sex and began fucking his face vigorously. But as the chuckling grew louder he could no longer ignore them, especially not after Drew declared, "Man, he really is getting into this."

It was then that Nate realized, to his absolute horror, that his own dick was rapidly stiffening. His mind reeled; surely this was impossible! But there was no denying that his dick was slowly but surely making its way to full mast, sticking out vertically from his shaved groin.

"I guess Parker wasn't that far off base when he said you were in the closet, huh?" commented Owen.

"They do say the biggest `phobes are often the biggest closet cases," remarked Troy, a wide grin on his face as he witnessed the horror-struck expression on Nate's face.

No, it isn't possible, Nate thought to himself. He knew gay sex was disgusting and only perverts could get off on it. At least before, when he'd gotten a hard-on from having a banana thrust up his ass, he could say it was a purely physiological response. But now, try as he might, he couldn't find any logical explanation as to why his own dick was hard as he unwillingly gave a blowjob to his hated teammate. He WAS unwilling; he had no doubt about that. There was no way he'd descend to such a perverted act if he wasn't being coerced. But then why in hell was he getting an erection?

The answer was simple, although it didn't immediately cross Nate's mind. If he had seen the devilish grin on Troy's face he might've remembered the drink that the gay senior had been `kind' enough to offer him when he stumbled back into his home after that emotionally and physically exhausting performance at the gay club ... a drink that Troy had laced with a drug whose effects were not unlike Viagra. As it was, Nate would not recall the significance of that drink until a few days later -- but by that time he'd have worked himself up into the exact mental state that Troy had hoped for: fear and self-doubt.

Watching the horrified confusion in Nate's face, Troy was delighted at how well the timing had worked out. He hadn't been certain when the drug would kick in, but it seemed like he couldn't have asked for a more opportune moment.

He wasn't the only one pleased by this development -- Wes was also rather relieved, if not stunned, by it. He had begun to feel the stirrings of guilt at the way they were treating Nate, particularly Owen, whose malevolence was beginning to disturb Wes. But the thought that Nate might, on some primal level, actually enjoy gay sex went a little way towards assuaging his guilt. Not that he would have backed out of the plan, not when his dream of fucking Nate was so close to fruition.

"I daresay this is something we could use to your advantage, Nate," said Troy, moving his own personal plan of revenge into its next stage. He extricated a single latex glove from Owen's bag of provisions, having earlier seen a pair inside it. "Let it not be said that we aren't men of our word; we did promise to use lube when fucking you, and that you will get."

Before Nate could fathom his meaning, he wrapped his gloved hand around Nate's hard dick. It was still slick thanks to the residual oil from his strip dance and Troy slid his hand up and down the shaft easily. Nate's eyes widened in shock as it dawned on him that Troy intended to use his own cum as the lube for his anal rape!

The expression on Nate's face spurred Owen on and nearly made the redheaded sadist cum right then and there. He began to increase the pace of his fucking, slamming his dick down Nate's throat so violently that the stud quickly forgot about Troy's ministrations of his own dick as he choked on the hard meat in his mouth. His throat muscles felt Owen's dick twitch as he neared orgasm. Realizing at the last possible moment that he would have to swallow Owen's sperm if he came in his mouth, Nate reacted on instinct and spat out Owen's dick.

For a moment the room was silent except for Owen's heavy panting and the squeaking as Troy's gloved hand continued to fist Nate's oily dick. Then Owen slapped Nate right across the face. "Why'd you do that for?"

"Please," begged Nate, "don't make me swallow. Please, don't make me do that." He didn't think he could live with the ultimate indignity of consuming another man's semen.

Owen's reaction was one Nate had not anticipated: he rolled his eyes. "Oh for fuck's sake. Stop acting like this is the first time you've had to swallow someone else's cum." Seeing the bewildered look on Nate's face, Owen gloated, "You didn't really think you produced quite so much in that one session to flavor both your breakfast smoothie and your milkshake at lunch, did you? Damn, I knew you had an exalted opinion of yourself but there must've been an ounce of cum in those drinks. You didn't produce it all yourself; I made a `contribution' of my own. So yeah, stop acting like this is the first time you're eating my cum."

He laughed at Nate's slack jawed dismay and shoved his dick right back into his open mouth. Despite being interrupted just prior to orgasm, he was still rock hard -- the sadist in him enjoyed Nate's humiliation more than the actual blowjob -- and it only took another minute of his sensitive dickhead being massaged by Nate's throat muscles for him to ejaculate. He shot the first two loads straight down the slave's throat before pulling out to spatter Nate's face with the final jet of cum.

As Owen got off Nate's chest and wiped the last dribbles from his dick in his hair, Troy managed to bring Nate to orgasm as well. He aimed Nate's dick carefully so that the cum would spray on his abs. The camera captured the moment beautifully, immortalizing the cum-spattered stud's shame as he came down from his post-orgasmic high to realize he had ejaculated just after receiving another man's load in his mouth.

But before he could fully absorb the horror of what had just happened, Troy dipped his finger in the cum pooled in Nate's navel and pressed his cum-slicked finger against Nate's anal ring. It was tight, but with a little pressure Troy was able to slide his finger past it. He wriggled his finger around inside Nate's asshole for longer than strictly necessary, reminding him of the first time he'd had his virginal orifice penetrated by a finger, just a scant twenty-four hours ago. The uncomfortable sensation brought Nate out of his distressed daze. With mounting terror he remembered that he was being prepared for anal rape by another guy. Wes was still standing naked at the foot of the bed; Nate could easily tell that his erect penis was going to be a lot bigger, and therefore a lot more painful, than a finger or two up his ass.

He looked pleadingly at Wes -- hoping, praying, with every fiber of his being, for a last-minute reprieve from the awful and completely unfair sentence his tormentors had passed on him. "Wes, please. You don't want to do this. Please don't --"

Owen cut in, "For fuck's sake, someone shut him up."

Troy grinned, "Gladly. Let's see what you learnt with your first blowjob, bitch. Wes, you might want to rub your dick in that puddle on his belly before you fuck him ... don't want him ruined for the rest of us now, do we?" While speaking he doffed both his jeans and boxers, and took the position recently vacated by Owen. Nate barely had time to register that Troy had a dick that was five inches flaccid, surrounded by a neatly-trimmed brown pubic bush, before he shoved into Nate's mouth. His view of Wes was now blocked by Troy's body, but he could feel something being rubbed in the pool of cum in his navel and then being pressed against his asshole. He couldn't hold back his tears anymore; there are limits to human endurance and Nate, who'd valiantly prevented himself from crying in front of his tormentors thus far, had finally reached his.

Wes shoved in, getting his dickhead past the ring on the first thrust. Nate gasped in pain and Troy took the opportunity to force his dick further down Nate's throat.

"Don't go soft on him now," Jason urged his best friend. He trembled with satisfaction at the jerk who'd treated his sister so badly getting what he deserved. He could barely wait his turn to fuck Nate. The bastard was going to pay in spades!

Wes didn't want to hurt Nate, but his euphoria at finally plunging his dick into the stud's well-muscled ass quickly made him forget any inhibitions. It helped that Nate was effectively gagged by Troy's dick and thus unable to voice his protests as Wes began to fuck him in earnest, slamming his entire seven inches into Nate's ass. The helpless hunk could only cry tears of pain and despair as his two teammates fucked him at both ends. It was not so much the actual pain of penetration as it was the disgrace of what he'd been reduced that got to him -- a feeling only compounded by the fact that he still had an erection despite being milked just moments before. He knew what it would look like to someone watching a video recording of his double rape -- that he was a pervert getting off on the disgusting sex acts being performed on and by him -- although it couldn't be further from the truth.

Troy, looking down at Nate's face, could see the physical and emotional toll this double-rape was taking on the slave. Nate was far from the best cocksucker Troy had ever experienced, but the thought of the sheer power he wielded over the slave made it one of the best blowjobs of his young life. He fucked Nate's face for a few more minutes before he was unable to hold back any longer. He followed Owen's example by shooting half his load down Nate's throat and then pulling out to blast the remainder of his cum all over the stud's mortified face.

Wes didn't last very long after Troy; the sensation of Nate's virgin ass tightly gripping his dick was everything he had imagined and more. With one last, powerful thrust, he came, shooting volley after volley of cum in Nate's ass. Feeling Wes's dick twitch as it ejaculated, Nate couldn't help crying fresh tears of humiliation, knowing that another man had just deposited his seed in his newly deflowered ass.

However, as horrific as Nate found this violation of his body and spirit, he would have to contend with a lot more before this seemingly never-ending hell was over. As Wes reluctantly pulled out from Nate's ass, and Troy climbed off Nate's chest, Owen asked who wanted to be the next to fill the slave's two holes.

Jason was quick to reply. "I'll take the next turn at his ass ... if you don't mind." He was already divesting himself of his jeans and boxer-briefs as he spoke, not really waiting for an okay from anyone. Owen certainly didn't mind, as long as Nate was being treated like the piece of trash he believed him to be, fit only to be humiliated in public and fucked in private like a cheap whore.

Nate saw the triumphant, vindictive look in Jason's eyes for only a moment before Drew took up the offer of a blowjob by straddling Nate's chest, but it was enough to make him shudder. Wes had shown some restraint in plowing Nate's virgin ass, but he didn't expect any such mercy from Jason. He was right.

Jason wasn't exceptionally endowed, but what his six-incher might have lacked in length, it more than adequately made up for in girth. Jason's cock was unusually thick, and when he shoved it into Nate's ass with little ceremony and even less lube, Nate felt like he was being ripped asunder from the inside. It didn't help that Jason didn't allow the stud any time to adjust to the sizable intrusion before pulling his cock almost all the way out and then slamming back in. Nate would have howled in pain, but his mouth was full of Drew's cock.

The computer geek, who had followed Wes's lead and stripped completely naked, had never been able to convince any of his girlfriends to blow him, much less take it up the ass, so there were two new experiences to look forward to that night. Being inexperienced, he hardly noticed Nate's less-than-stellar cocksucking abilities; he was finding the mere feel of a warm mouth around his seven-inch member simply out of this world. He could not wait to sample Nate's other end, which he judged to be pretty fantastic if the wide grin on Wes's face was anything to go by. Before long, Drew was groaning aloud in pure pleasure as he shot his load down the straight hunk's throat.

Jason was still slamming into Nate, all his pent-up fury at Nate for violating his sister directed at the wretched slave's ass. Nate was actually relieved this time, when Jason finally shot his seed into Nate's ass, because it meant the brutal rape was over. Jason had one last thing to do, however. He pulled the sperm-filled condom off his dick and walked over to the head of the bed.

Leaning close to Nate's ear and keeping his voice low so that no one else could hear what was said, Jason whispered, "That was for my sister, you fucker." With that, Jason contemptuously turned his condom inside out over Nate's face, spilling its contents all over the slave's handsome features already spattered with two loads.

Jason's words confirmed what Nate had feared -- somehow, Jason did indeed know about what had transpired the previous summer between him and Jessica. The knowledge of why Jason had been uncharacteristically vindictive gave Nate no comfort however, but merely fed the cold dread growing inside of him.

Drew, meanwhile, was espousing to a vacillating Ethan the merits of Nate's "fucking amazing" blowjob skills. "You gotta try it, man. He sucks dick like a fucking pro."

"You only think that because you've never been blown before," retorted Ethan, somewhat amused. Drew turned red, but his promotional speech had worked. Ethan looked over the helpless stud's naked, violated body, and shrugged. "What the hell. This is too good to pass up. The great Nate Ramsey, with his lips wrapped around my dick. That's simply unbelievable. But I'm still not going anywhere near his ass," he added.

Drew grinned widely. "Whatever, man. His mouth is good enough."

Ethan stripped off his shorts and boxers, before forcing his six-inch dick down Nate's throat for the slave's fourth blowjob of the night. Troy brought up the rear end, so to speak, having opted to be the next to fuck Nate's ass. After the pounding it had received from Jason just moments before, it hurt like hell when Troy anally penetrated Nate for the first time. Troy was delighted to be the first to sample both of Nate's holes, and even happier to see Nate's dick still standing proud, thanks to the drug he had slipped him. He could only imagine what an emotional wreck the fucker must be, having his own dick betray him by reacting positively to being double-raped.

Troy took his own sweet time fucking Nate's ass, luxuriating in the feel of the tight, warm hole around his dick. He knew Nate must be desperately longing to be done with this gang-rape, and he had no intentions of cutting short the unfortunate slave's torment.

Ethan was turning out to be a most demanding customer. "You call that a blowjob?" He pulled out for just long enough to smack Nate across the head so hard that his eyes watered.

"Now, do a proper job, bitch. Lick my balls first." Nate hesitated, and got another hard smack for his trouble. Miserably and unwillingly, he stuck his tongue out and lapped at Ethan's lightly hairy balls. "That's better," pronounced Ethan. "Now stick your tongue under my dickhead. That's how Sarah does it. Yeah. Let's see you swallow my dick." He rammed his dick down Nate's throat.

"Take it, you fucker. Take all of it. I want to see you deep-throat my dick like the cockslut you are." At this, Ethan could see the glazed look in Nate's eyes giving way to anger; a trace of the old Nate returning.

Ethan wasted no time in reminding Nate of his precarious position. "You'd better do a good job, bitch, unless you want all this footage ending up on the Net. Imagine everyone seeing you with a dick in each hole." As he'd expected, the hopeless reality of his situation sank in once again for Nate, and the fire went out of his eyes.

Pleased with himself for having fucked the arrogance right out of Nate, Ethan pulled out of the slave's mouth and gave his dick a last couple of yanks with his own hand, spewing his cum copiously all over Nate's face and hair.

Troy was still fucking Nate's ass in long, leisurely strokes so Jason took over from Ethan. Nate's jaws ached as they stretched to accommodate the fat dick. Again Jason showed no mercy as he face-fucked Nate. His engorged member filled Nate's mouth and throat to such an extent that Nate often found himself choking. He barely noticed that Troy had finally reached his climax and been replaced by Drew.

The novel tightness of Nate's ass, with his well-honed muscles gripping Drew's dick snugly, made Drew come almost immediately, but he wasn't willing to give up such a comfortable receptacle for his dick just yet. He continued to fuck Nate, using short, rapid thrusts that were a stark contrast to Troy's relaxed pace, until he achieved his third orgasm of the night. Rather than waste the two loads of cum he'd deposited in his condom, Drew had Nate suck the latex sheath clean after Jason was done with him. Nate was so emotionally numb from all the fucking that he obeyed the order without protest.

However, he still had one more double-teaming to endure. Wes tested out Nate's oral skills while Owen derived his greatest sadistic thrill yet by brutally fucking Nate's well-used asshole. Owen hated Nate with a passion, and he fucked the unfortunate stud's ass with that same passion. Wes, on the other hand, was relatively gentle. It helped that Nate, sensing his ordeal was nearing its end, decided to speed up the process by getting Wes off using the tactics he'd learnt from Troy and Ethan. Wes was pleasantly surprised when, without being commanded to, Nate licked his balls and even tentatively stuck his tongue in Wes's piss slit. When he came -- it was one of the best orgasms of his life -- Nate swallowed all of it obediently.

Wes reached out and awkwardly patted Nate on the head, taking care to avoid the patches of hair matted with dried cum. After being treated for the last couple of hours like a slab of meat with two holes for fucking, even this small human contact bewildered Nate. But he wasn't allowed to linger for long on that thought, as Owen thrust into him one final time with particular violence, making him bite his lip in pain. Withdrawing, Owen hastily tugged off his condom so that he could let loose a large volume of cum all over Nate's prone body.

Pulling his boxers up, Owen sneered at Nate, "How does it feel now, Nathaniel? Still think you're better than the rest of us?"

Nate shook his head. He didn't trust himself to speak, and it wasn't just because his throat was sore from all the fucking it had taken. At that particular moment he felt like he was the lowliest human on the planet, with both his orifices aching from multiple violations and his entire body covered in his and other men's cum.

"Well, whenever you get above yourself, you'll remember this moment ..." Nate had no doubt they would never let him forget it.

"... We're going to remind you of it every day from now on ... every time you get on your knees to suck our dicks ... every time you get fucked up the ass ..."

"Ev-every day?" Nate choked. "But -- but ... I thought we'd be cool after this. Wasn't this more than payback for anything I ever did to you guys?"

"Frankly, I don't think you can ever pay enough for the crap you've done," spat Owen.

"And your ass is such a fantastic fuck -- I guess all that work on your glutes really paid off, huh? -- we'd be fools to give it up so soon," added Drew. The idea that his muscle-building exercises had in some way contributed to his current predicament tormented Nate even more.

"Not to mention how fulfilling it is to see you brought down a peg or two," joined in Ethan. "Bet you never in a million years saw yourself here, did you? Getting gangbanged in your own house?"

"I guess what we're trying to say is, Nathaniel, your punishment period is indefinite. It ends when WE say it ends. Of course you can always end it yourself; just refuse to obey our orders and you can go back to being the arrogant little shit you were before -- though that might be kind of hard once everyone sees you as you are right now."

The threat was clear. Exhausted and sore as he was, Nate couldn't help sobbing. "Please, guys, I'm begging you. Don't let anyone see me like this."

"Then you take whatever we dish out without question," Owen stated coldly. "Understand?"

The last thing Nate wanted at that very moment was a repeat of his gang-bang. No, that was not strictly true. The last thing he wanted was the public humiliation of being seen behaving like a slutty fag. His reputation was the most precious thing to him, and the thought of having that trashed beyond recognition was more than he could bear.

"Okay," he said finally. "I'll do whatever you want; just please promise me you won't let anyone else know about this."

"We don't owe you anything, bitch!" shouted Jason.

But Wes was in a more benevolent mood after satisfying his longstanding fantasy of fucking both of Nate's holes. "You obey us, and we'll keep the website private," he promised. "No one who doesn't already have the password will get hold of it. The stuff from tonight will go into a separate part of the website, with a different password -- you can do that, right, Drew?" Drew nodded. "Only the six of us will have access to that part of the site."

It wasn't much, but it was more than Nate could hope for under the circumstances.

"Now get some sleep. We'll see you in the morning." He didn't say it explicitly, but Nate had the feeling the next day was going to be as trying for him as today had been. The boys all filed out of the room, leaving him tied to the bed. The cum on his body was drying fast and the whole room reeked of sex. But Nate was still glad for the solitude, as he pondered the meaning of his erection that was finally subsiding after two hours. It had never once gone down since he had first started sucking Owen's dick. He knew he couldn't possibly have enjoyed any of the things that had gone on; the pain and the revulsion alone were enough to have convinced him of that. Yet his own penis begged to differ.

And that was not the only thing troubling Nate. The horribly vivid picture of his future painted by his six tormentors terrified him. He saw an unending parade of humiliations, each worse than the last, in his future. It was not surprising that he dreamt that night of all the guys in his school queued up to fuck his naked body, at both ends, over the teacher's desk, while all the girls and teachers jeered at the depraved depths the once-proud stud had been reduced to.

While Nate fell into an uneasy, nightmare-ridden sleep, Wes was taking a shower to wash the sweat off his body. When he emerged from the bathroom, with his blond hair still damp and wearing only a towel slung low on his hips, he found Jason sitting on the bed, intently browsing a MacBook.

"Is that Nate's?"

Without taking his eyes off the screen, Jason nodded. "Yeah, I finally managed to pry it away from Drew. I was trying to find those pics Nate was blackmailing my sister with, so that I could delete them before Nate gets them back and tries anything with them. But you'll never guess what I found."

Wes pulled on a clean pair of boxer shorts and hopped on to the bed next to Jason. "What?"

"Turns out Jessie wasn't the only girl Nate was taking secret pics of," he said grimly.

Seeing the display on the screen, Wes let out a low whistle. "Christ, that's a pretty big stash. Are you sure they're all his conquests?"

"Well, I recognize quite a few names -- apart from Jessie, there's Kelly, Sabrina, Lisa, Samantha ... a couple of girls I think are Carlisle cheerleaders ... And judging from the dates on these pics, he's been cheating on Melanie for quite a while now."

"Yeah, and Kelly and Lisa are both dating other guys. I guess none of that mattered to Nate. You think he's blackmailing them too?"

"I wouldn't put it past him. He can be a real jerk sometimes. Too bad for him, his reign of terror is at an end." Jason deleted the photos and made sure to empty the recycling bin as well. Satisfied that the pictures were well and truly gone, he shut the MacBook and put it away on the bedside table. "I'm gonna head in for a shower before I hit the sack."

Wes lay back on the bed, arms nonchalantly behind his head, as his best friend got undressed. "Do you think we were too hard on Nate? You and Owen were kind of rough with him."

Jason shrugged dismissively as he stood in the doorway in his boxer-briefs. "He'll recover. If you ask me he hasn't even begun to pay for what he did to Jessie, let alone the rest of us."

"Maybe you're right. It's just that ... before he left, Devlin asked me for reassurance that we wouldn't do anything worse to Nate. And I sort of promised him that we wouldn't."

"And now we have?"

"We just raped the guy! I should think that's a lot worse!"

"I wouldn't call what we did `rape'. We meted out a well-deserved punishment to a guy who's never ceased to be a jackass in all the years we've known him. And judging from the hard-on he had the whole time, I think some part of him actually enjoyed it."

"You really think he did? Enjoy it, I mean."

Jason shrugged again. "Who knows? He'll never admit it even if he did."

"I guess you're right," Wes agreed reluctantly. Now that he had come down from his euphoric high, the guilt was really starting to get to him. However Nate's dick might have reacted to the double-rape, he had looked genuinely devastated by the turn of events. But Wes knew that, in spite of this, he wouldn't balk at the next chance to fuck Nate, so undiminished was his lust for the stud's body. If anything it was stronger than ever after he'd experienced Nate's tight ass and shot a load down his throat.

Jason had disappeared into the bathroom, and Wes could hear the sound of the shower. He settled back into the pillows more comfortably and was out like a light by the time Jason returned from his shower.

& & & & &

The next morning, Nate awoke when something slimy was pressed against his lips. Opening his eyes, he was confronted with a very hard, leaking dick in his face. The dick's owner, Owen, was grinning down at him maliciously.

"Rise and shine, Nathaniel. As you can see, we were in need of some relief and, rather than do it the usual way, we thought we'd avail ourselves of your services. After all, what's the point in having a slave if he can't help you get rid of morning wood?"

"We would've availed ourselves of your other end as well," Drew added, "but Troy suggested that we give your ass a rest for a day or so."

"Being deflowered by five dicks in quick succession can take a toll, even on an ass as impressively muscular as yours," Troy stated as though it were a clinical fact. He was rewarded by a dark pink blush spreading across Nate's face, as the stud was reminded of how he had lost his anal virginity the previous night.

"Well, what are you waiting for?" barked Owen, growing impatient. "Are you going to suck my dick or not?"

His throat was still sore from last night's multiple blowjobs, but Nate knew he had little choice in the matter. He reluctantly opened his mouth and proceeded to blow Owen. Over the next hour and a half he gave blowjobs to each of his six masters. By the time he had serviced all of them, he had swallowed three loads and another three had been deposited on his face, adding to the dried streaks from the previous night.

Then Troy untied his hands and ordered him to jerk off into his breakfast -- this time it was a bowl of cereal. Resigned to his fate, Nate rubbed his wrists to restore circulation before fisting his dick until he came, all over his breakfast cereal. He barely noticed Drew was taking more pictures with his camera.

"You look a sight," remarked Troy. Nate looked down at himself, and was ashamed to see splotches of dried cum on almost every part of his body. Even his hair was matted with it. Troy continued, "You'd better get your ass out to the yard for a shower."

"Can't I --"

Troy cut him off with a terse "no". Nate grudgingly plodded down the stairs and through the kitchen, where the other guys were having a friendly breakfast, to the backyard. He was grateful that it was a Sunday morning, when most of his neighbors were at church, and those that weren't, were sleeping in. He shuddered to think what would happen if they saw him in the state he was in.

Unlike the other day, Troy just left him alone in the backyard to hose himself off. Having been given no towel, only a bar of soap and a bottle of shampoo, Nate suspected he would be left to air-dry afterwards, and he was right. He quickly soaped up his body, shampooed his hair, and then rinsed off with water from the garden hose. He had tentatively touched his anal ring and, upon finding it painfully swollen, decided not to probe further.

As Nate huddled behind some scraggly bushes, he looked up and saw Bobby Rawlins standing at his window with camera in hand. He wondered how long the little pervert had been watching. When their eyes made contact, the cheeky blighter actually grinned and gave him a thumbs up. Nate promised himself that, if he ever got free of this enslavement, he would beat the shit out of Bobby Rawlins. Unfortunately, that event seemed less and less likely by the minute.

It seemed like hours -- although it had really only been about forty minutes -- before the kitchen door was unlocked and a dry Nate was allowed back into his house. He was presented with the bowl of cum-laced cereal. He wasn't sure if anyone else had jerked off into it, but he expected it didn't really matter anymore, not after he had tasted the loads of half a dozen different guys. He was so hungry that he actually scraped the bowl clean, much to the amusement of his audience.

As he finished his cereal, Wes explained what the plan for the day was. "We're going to the mall in half an hour. Some of the team is going to meet us there. Our first stop will be to shop for your new underwear collection. By the way, I hope you've thought about how you're going to explain that to your mom."

Nate hadn't. His mother did all the laundry in the house and this was something that wouldn't escape her attention. He would have to think of something.

"Anyway," Wes continued, "we're going to get you some new stuff and then drop into the piercing parlor to get you a nipple ring."

Nate stared at him in horror. "A nipple ring?"

"Why, do you have a problem with that?" challenged Owen. "We thought we might even get you a little tattoo while we're at it. Unlike his highness has some objection?" he asked sarcastically.

Nate swallowed; he had plenty of objections, but none that he dared to voice. He knew that his conservative mother strongly disapproved of both tattoos and piercings. He supposed he would have to avoid being shirtless in her presence. It shouldn't be too hard since he had his own bathroom that connected directly to his bedroom. Explaining it to Melanie, however, would be another matter entirely. With a jolt he realized that he had not spoken to his girlfriend since school on Friday. He'd promised then to confirm their plans to spend Sunday together, but of course she wouldn't have heard back from him. His cell phone was still in his masters' possession. He fervently hoped he wouldn't bump into her at the mall.

"I think you can get dressed now," said Wes, startling Nate out of his reverie. "I believe Troy has laid them out for you in your bedroom."

Nate obediently went upstairs, Troy hot on his heels. On his bed he found a sleeveless, hooded sweatshirt and a pair of cargo shorts, not unlike the previous day's pair, laid out on his bed. Nate knew, even before he put the shorts on, that they would hang very low on his hips without a belt to hold them up. Luckily the sweatshirt was long enough that it reached past the waistband of the shorts, so as long Nate didn't have to stretch, no one would be treated to a free view of his shaved groin or butt-crack. However, they were going to enjoy peeks at his chiseled chest, as he soon discovered. When he began to zip up the sweatshirt, Troy put out a hand to stop him.

"You're never to have that zipped up more than halfway," he instructed sternly. "And you're going to play with the zipper, sliding it all the way down and back up, constantly, but never past the halfway mark. You got that?" Nate nodded miserably.

Once he was dressed to Troy's liking, he was led back downstairs and into his car, which Wes then drove up to the Atlantic Parade mall. Thankfully, he was not ordered to take off his pants as on previous occasions, and the drive passed uneventfully.

They were met at the mall by the Hamilton twins, Parker and a couple of junior varsity players named Ryder and Dylan. Nate was a little disappointed to note Devlin was not among them; the blond freshman was the only person who appeared to sympathize with him. Apparently, most of the absences were due to the players attending church with their families.

"Mrs. Ramirez would never let Dave or Cliff skip church," Parker grinned. "You can only imagine how dejected they both were to miss out on this."

"Let's hit the Target first," suggested Wes. Everyone being in agreement (Nate's assent was not asked, of course!), they proceeded to the large department store and headed straight to the section stocking male undergarments.

"Hey, how many pairs do you think he needs?" asked Parker.

"I'd say about ten to a dozen," replied Wes. "I know he had more, but I'm guessing he used to wear some of them to bed. Is that right?" Nate nodded.

"Well, he won't be wearing anything to bed from now on," smirked Owen. "It's sleeping au naturel for our slave from now on. By the way, Nathaniel, what's your waist size?"

Nate thought quickly. Having experienced his tormentors' mean streak several times in the past forty hours, he had a pretty good idea that they were going to use his response to buy underwear that was too small for him. So he lied that his waist was 33 inches -- two inches more than it actually was.

Alas, he had not been smart enough to fool them. "Really, Ramsey? That's not what the label on those boxers we threw out said."

Nate, realizing that he had been caught out in a lie, tried to backpedal but it was too late.

"Lying is quite a serious offence for a slave," Owen remarked with exaggerated calm as Nate stammered his apologies. "You've just added to your cumulative punishment."

Parker had picked out a three-pack of bikini briefs in eye-catching colors (electric blue, bright orange and hot pink, each with a black waistband on which the brand name was written in large white font) and tossed it into Nate's arms. Looking down at the box he saw that it was as he'd feared: the underwear he was holding was a size meant for men with waists measuring between 27 and 29 inches. He nearly cried in frustration.

The boys, on the other hand, were having a great time picking out underwear that would cause Nate maximum embarrassment.

"You guys need to check out these shelves here, they have the more `exotic' underwear," chuckled Troy as he held up a leopard print thong. Nate was ordered to hold it up against his waist and the boys nearly fell over laughing. The thong was soon added to the mounting collection of purchases.

Of course, no shopping experience would have been complete without an opportunity to humiliate Nate, so the guys sent him over with a small thong to ask an attractive salesgirl if she had the same piece in extra-small. The look on her face was priceless and Nate's face couldn't have turned any redder. (The answer was no.)

When he was sent to pay for the underwear, Nate could barely look the cashier in the eye. Nate's imagination was in overdrive, but it seemed to him like the cashier, and the customers in queue behind him, were all struggling not to chuckle at Nate's purchases: the aforementioned bikini briefs and thong, five jockstraps in assorted colors, a couple of tighty-whities, and the pièce de résistance, a black mesh thong. Nate had never before had any underwear that bared his butt, and now they comprised more than half of his collection.

Nate was still blushing furiously when they exited the store. But if he'd thought that was the worst shopping experience of his life, he was very wrong.

"It's a good thing you were so popular last night in the club," observed Troy as he counted out the cash remaining from Nate's stripper tips. He counted out a few notes and handed them to Nate. "Here you go. You're going to have to go into the adult emporium yourself."

"Th-the adult emporium?" Nate stuttered. He had a very bad feeling about this.

"I'm sure that, at the rate you're going, your mom is going to start missing the phallic fruits and vegetables after a while. You'd better get a dildo since you like to play with your ass so much."

Nate turned red and cast a nervous glance at the passing shoppers, hoping none of them had heard that.

"A length of ten inches should do it," added Troy. Nate's eyes weren't the only ones which nearly popped out at this abnormally long size.

"And make sure it's at least as thick as your own," Drew chipped in. "But don't take your dick out in the store to measure, you might give people ideas." The freshmen giggled at this.

"We'll wait outside till you're done," said Owen in a tone that brooked no argument.

Nate steeled himself and walked into the store. He'd been there only once before, on a dare when he was a sophomore. He'd been promptly chased out by the staff for being underage. Today, however, it was a different story. He nervously made his way to the shelves stocking dildos of various makes and sizes. As he went closer he realized just how out of his depth he was. He roughly knew what size to buy, but he had no idea about the other specs. Did he want a rubber dildo, or a plastic one, or one made of silicone? He shook his head angrily; he didn't WANT any dildo. He was being forced to buy one.

The sales assistant, a rather effeminate young man, sidled up to him unexpectedly. "Do you require any assistance, sir?"

Startled, Nate automatically replied, "No. I mean ..." He hesitated before taking the plunge. After all, if he was going to be sticking this dildo up his butt for the foreseeable future, he might as well buy the appropriate one. "I'm looking for a dildo ... to surprise my girlfriend," he added hastily, lest the sales guy get the wrong (or as it were, right) idea.

If the guy knew he was lying, he certainly didn't show it. But he did mortify Nate by asking, "To use on her or yourself, sir?" as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Nate could not for the life of him picture Melanie sodomizing him with a dildo. He hurried to respond that it was for his girlfriend's personal use.

The sales assistant took this in his stride and proceeded to explain the relative advantages of a silicone dildo over one made of PVC. He also pointed out a couple of glass dildos and another that was steel-plated. There was no way Nate was going to put either of those up his ass, so he finally settled on a black silicone dildo that was 10 inches long and 4.5 inches around.

"Would you like to have it gift-wrapped, sir?" asked the sales assistant as he rang up Nate's purchase.

"What?" Nate looked at him, puzzled.

"You said you wanted to surprise your girlfriend with it," reminded the assistant. "So I thought you might want it gift-wrapped."

Nate could have kicked himself for forgetting that detail. "No, it's okay. I can wrap it myself."

"Of course, sir," replied the guy, but he had a knowing smile on his face. As Nate left the counter, red-faced, with his purchase, he heard the large, leather-clad man who'd been in the queue behind him tell the cashier, "A gift for his GIRLfriend?" Nate could've sworn he heard the two men chortling even after he'd shut the store door behind him. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.

His tormentors were waiting for him on some benches nearby. They looked up in annoyance as he approached them. Troy snatched the shopping bag with the dildo from him and peered into it, before shoving it back into his arms. "Took you long enough."

"There's still time to visit the tattoo parlor before lunch," said Wes.

Nate's heart sank. He'd hoped they weren't serious about the tattoo and the piercing. "Guys, could you maybe reconsider? Please? I don't know how I'm going to explain a tattoo AND a nipple ring to my folks."

"You're such a good liar, I'm sure you'll think of something," Owen snarked.

Nate looked so pitiful that Wes decided to give him a small break. "Okay, let's have a compromise. You only need to get one -- either the tattoo or the nipple ring. Which do you prefer?"

Nate was conflicted. He honestly didn't want either. But he was aware that if he didn't take advantage of this small mercy now he wouldn't get the chance later. He'd seen the design of the tattoo: a marlin, as in his basketball team's mascot. Of course his tormentors meant it as a sign of his enslavement to the team, but Nate thought he had a decent chance of explaining it away as a display of team loyalty. Certainly it would be easier to justify than a nipple ring, which in his mind just screamed `gay'.

"The tattoo, please," he said at last. "I prefer getting the tattoo."

And that was the end of the debate. Nate was led into the tattoo parlor where the bored young tattooist was informed that Nate wanted to get a tattoo done on the small of his back.

"We can film this, right?" asked Ethan, who was still in possession of the video camera.

The tattooist nodded. "As long as it's okay with -- Nate, was it?"

Of course Nate was in no condition to say otherwise. Ethan brought out the camera and started filming as soon as the tattooist had Nate take off his shirt (he belatedly remembered to hike up his pants, but not before the tattooist learnt that Nate shaved his pubic hair).

Nate was told to lie on his stomach. "Where exactly did you want the tattoo?"

Drew pointed out a spot on Nate's bare back, just above his butt crack.

"Okay, I'm going to have to lower your pants a little." Without waiting for a reply, the tattooist pulled down Nate's shorts, exposing the upper half of his butt. Ethan's video camera drank up Nate's shame.

"This will only hurt a little," the tattooist assured him as he swabbed the small of Nate's back with antiseptic. It hurt a lot more than "a little", and Nate had to grit his teeth several times. Fortunately the tattoo was (mercifully) small and monochromatic, so Nate's ordeal was soon over. The tattooist taped a bandage over the design as he told him how to care for his new tattoo. Nate was glad to pull his shorts back up to a more modest level and gingerly zipped up his hoodie.

Shane Hamilton proposed lunch as they exited the tattoo parlor.

Wes looked at his watch. "Yes. You guys go and get a table first; I need to get my mom a birthday present."

"I'll come with you," offered Jason. "Owen, text us where we should meet you for lunch."

Troy interjected, "Actually, I've got to go get something too. See you guys at lunch." He walked off in a different direction from Wes and Jason.

Owen rubbed his hands together. "So where shall we go for lunch? Nathaniel? Nathaniel!"

Nate had turned pale and was trying to edge behind the Hamilton twins in an attempt not to be seen by someone. Owen followed Nate's line of vision and spotted a familiar guy in a delivery boy's uniform, lounging outside the pizzeria. It took him a moment to remember where he'd seen him before, but once he had, an evil grin spread across his face.

"I guess we're having pizza then," he announced.

Nate pleaded, "Please, no." But of course no one cared for his opinion. He was surrounded on all sides by a human barrier of his teammates and had no choice but to move in tandem with them as they approached the pizzeria entrance.

If Nate had hoped Owen would not make his presence known to the delivery boy, he was sadly mistaken. He went right up to him and asked for a table for twelve.

Zack Rosen was about to politely respond that they should ask a waiter, as he was a delivery boy, but then he caught sight of Nate. He instantly recognized him as the boy who had opened the front door naked two nights before. Nate's flushed face confirmed it.

"There's ... plenty of empty tables ... inside," Zack said absently, distracted by Nate's presence. "I'll get you some menus."

Owen walked ahead and chose a long table set against the back wall of the dining area, right next to a short hallway that led to the staff-only area. Zack handed out the menu cards, all the while eyeing Nate, who kept his own gaze pointedly downwards.

As soon as Zack had disappeared into the staff area, Owen turned to Nate and ordered him to take off his shorts.

"Now?" Nate choked. He looked around wildly, but it was still early and the pizzeria's dining room was deserted except for a couple of occupied tables near the front. Sandwiched between Owen and Stuart, and with his back to a wall, it was unlikely anyone would notice he was naked from the waist down. But that didn't help diminish Nate's terror of being discovered mostly naked in public. He fearfully slid his shorts down and placed them in Owen's outstretched hand. To his absolute horror, Owen got up and nipped into the staff-only area with his shorts!

He returned to his seat within moments but Nate's shorts were nowhere in sight. "If you want to leave this place with your dignity intact, you're going to have to collect them yourself from the storage closet," he was informed. "In fact, you'd better go get them right now."

Nate stared at Owen, wondering what the catch was. His sadistic tormentor was unlikely to let him keep his shorts on for the duration of their meal, so why was he allowing him to reclaim them so soon? However, Owen was still standing and Nate had no choice but to jump up from his seat, tugging his sweatshirt as far down as possible to cover his crotch and dash into the staff area before the other diners noticed anything.

He located the door marked STORAGE easily enough, but that was where his troubles started. He tried the doorknob only to find it was locked shut! As he jiggled the doorknob frantically in the futile hope that it would somehow give, his worst fears were realized.

"What do you think you're doing?"

Nate whirled around, hands clasped over his groin, to face Zack. "It's one thing to be naked in your own home, but here in a public eatery ... I'm going to have to call mall security."

Scared out of his wits at the thought of his parents being informed about how their son was found naked in the mall by security, Nate blabbered, "No, please don't. It's just a prank, I'm really sorry --"

"You sure didn't seem sorry the other day when you answered your door," Zack retorted. "In fact you were downright rude. Give me one good reason I shouldn't alert security to the pervert who's running around naked, in an establishment frequented by families with kids."

"Oh please don't do that!" Nate begged." My shorts are just on the other side of the door; I just need someone to open it for me. I -- I'll do anything, just please unlock this doo and don't rat me out to security."

Zack would have told him to fly kites -- he had to deal with rude customers on a daily basis and he wasn't inclined to give them a break on the rare occasion when the tables were turned, no matter how hot they looked naked -- but that was before Nate had offered to do "anything" in exchange for Zack's assistance.

"Anything?" he repeated. "You'd really do anything?"

Nate realized his mistake and tried to take back his words. "Well, not anything. Just ... anything within reason. I have a bit of money, if you want."

"Yeah, you do kind of owe me a tip for Friday's delivery," mused Zack. "But that wouldn't really compensate for today's mishap now, would it? What else do you have to offer?"

Nate was backed into a corner and he knew it. The door to the kitchen was right behind Zack and he was afraid someone would come through it at any moment and see him butt-naked. Just when he thought things couldn't get any worse ... it did.

"He gives a mean blowjob." Both Zack and Nate jumped; Owen had crept up behind them without being noticed by either.

"Who the fuck are you?" asked a perplexed Zack.

"Someone who's had the pleasure of experiencing the things this slut can do with his tongue," Owen replied with a grin. Nate almost died of shame as another man learnt of his utter disgrace.

Zack looked from Owen to Nate. "Is he serious? Will you really blow me if I promise to keep quiet and get your shorts?"

"No way!" exclaimed Nate. He couldn't believe a stranger was actually expecting him to service his dick in return for not alerting security and unlocking a door so that he could get his fucking pants back. "I'll give you anything, just not that."

"But what if I want a blowjob? And nothing else will do?" Zack, having been bullied in high school by jocks just like Nate, was extremely turned on to find himself lording it over such an attractive stud. The fact that the superiorly muscled Nate could've snapped him like a twig made his dick even harder.

Behind Zack, Owen mimed sucking on a popsicle. The meaning was clear; Owen intended for him to blow Zack. Nate knew he should refuse to be pimped out like this -- it was not part of his deal with his tormentors -- but his position was extremely precarious, especially without Wes to back him up. He couldn't believe what he was about to do but knew, nonetheless, it was what he had to do.

"I'll blow you," he whispered, utterly defeated. "But somewhere private."

Zack was delighted; he hadn't expected Nate to cave. And he was more than willing to oblige Nate's caveat. "Let's go in here," he said, pulling out a ring of keys and unlocking the door to the storage closet. Nate followed him into the narrow, windowless room mutely. Just as Zack was about to shut the door, Owen handed him a cell phone Nate recognized as his own.

"Just use the video function to record the blowjob ... the slut likes to review his performance after the fact." Nate bowed his head, completely humiliated. "Oh, and make sure you pull out before you cum -- it makes for a better visual."

"Oh, you mean he doesn't swallow?" asked Zack, disappointed. He'd been looking forward to shooting his load down the throat of this hot, arrogant stud.

Owen thought for a second. "Tell you what, you cum on his face, and make him mop up the mess with his fingers and lick them clean."

"Awesome," grinned Zack. "On your knees!" he ordered Nate. "Say, what's your name anyway?" Then he shrugged. "What the hell, it doesn't matter. I'll just call you slut. Take off your hoodie, slut. I want to see you completely naked like when you answered your front door."

Satisfied that Nate was in good hands, Owen shut the door behind him and returned to his comrades in the dining area. For the benefit of those who were not aware of how far Nate's debasement had continued, he told them Nate was jerking off for an audience. He reasoned that it wasn't too far from the truth. After all, Nate was jerking off ... someone else's dick using his mouth.

Meanwhile in the storage closet, Nate was completely naked and on his knees before Zack. He was dazed, not fully aware of what was happening to him. It was quite surreal -- two days ago he had been a widely idolized, macho straight jock, and now he was sucking off a stranger in a storage closet, giving his thirteenth blowjob in as many hours. The ridiculous thought of 13 being an aptly unlucky number crossed his mind but was lost when he heard Zack unzip his jeans. As Zack fished out his hard, drooling dick and thrust it in Nate's face, Nate went into a sort of autopilot and wrapped his lips around it.

"Oh yeah, that feels fucking good. Suck my fucking dick, you slut." Zack muttered obscenities as Nate worked his dick to a climax. He wasn't even aware of the cell phone Zack was holding at mid-chest height, recording every detail of his degradation. As soon as he was assured of an impending orgasm, Zack pulled his dick out of Nate's mouth and loosed a massive load of cum all over the kneeling slave's handsome features.

"Now mop up my cum with your fingers and lick `em clean." Nate numbly obeyed. The taste of semen was becoming all too common for him. He knew he had to lick up every drop if he didn't want to go out to the dining area with traces of cum on his face. When he had cleaned up to Zack's satisfaction, the delivery boy tossed Nate's hoodie and his shorts, which had been behind the door, at him and told him to get dressed and get out. He slipped the cell phone into Nate's pocket. The stud was so out of it that it didn't even occur to him to delete the recording of the blowjob from it. He stumbled out into the dining area just as Wes and Jason arrived with a gift bag.

"Where've you been?" asked Wes, immediately noticing the dazed look on Nate's face.

"In the storage closet, jerking off for the delivery boy," piped up Dylan.

"Jerking off for the -- what?" Wes nearly hit the roof. He hissed at his teammates, "I thought I told we were supposed to keep this between ourselves. Certainly not to let in people we don't know we can trust!"

Zack emerged from the kitchen just then, with a delivery bag slung over his shoulder. "Good job, slut," he said quietly, patting Nate's head on his way out.

"Did he just call you a slut?" giggled Ryder. Wes sensed something was off, and looked closely at Nate. He immediately noticed that his lips were a little puffy and that he kept swallowing hard as if to clear his mouth of some unpleasant taste. "Owen, we need to talk. Outside," he said grimly.

Owen followed him out reluctantly. Almost as soon as they were outside, he found himself being slammed up against the wall. "What the fuck was that?" Wes kept his voice low but it took a great effort. "Did you make Nate blow that delivery guy?"

"I didn't make him," protested Owen, "he offered!"

Wes stared incredulously at Owen. "You seriously expect me to believe that Nate willingly offered a blowjob to a total stranger? We made a deal, Owen! We promised Nate that we wouldn't let anyone else in on this scheme, not even the rest of the team. We can't guarantee secrecy if every Tom, Dick and Harry gets to know about it!"

Owen looked mutinous; the secrecy of Nate's enslavement was obviously far from a priority for him. However, he was smart enough to know that he had to keep Wes as an ally if he wanted his master plan to succeed. Hastily arranging his face into what he hoped was an apologetic expression, he said, "I'm sorry, captain. I got carried away. It was just such a perfect opportunity that -- never mind. It won't happen again, I swear. I'll run everything by you in the future."

Wes wasn't entirely convinced but he supposed an apology and the promise of no repeats was the best he could hope for. "Alright. No more strangers," he reiterated.

Owen hesitated. "Uh ... I don't think you're going to like Troy's idea then."

Wes narrowed his eyes. "And just what might that idea be?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself? Here he comes." Wes turned around to see Troy walking up to the pizzeria, a little manila envelope in hand. The tension between his two teammates immediately caught his attention.

"What's up, guys?"

Wes answered grimly, "Owen here thought it would be a good idea to have Nate suck off the pizza delivery boy." Troy started to grin but, seeing the severe expression on his captain's face, thought the better of it. "And he tells me you have a similar idea to expose our little arrangement to a stranger."

"Well, not precisely a stranger," replied Troy. "Spencer."

"Zarowsky?"

Troy nodded. "Yeah. And we wouldn't exactly be revealing our arrangement to him. You know how Spence has been kind of down in the dumps since Derek Courtland broke up with him. I had the idea that he might be cheered up if a nice-looking guy started paying attention to him -- if you know what I mean."

Wes furrowed his brow. "How does Nate come into ... oh. You mean you want Nate to -- to seduce him?" He started laughing. "That's never going to work!"

"Oh, I think it will. Spence helped Nate out of a tight spot yesterday so I'd say the seeds have already been sown."

"It'll never work," repeated Wes. "Nate won't know the first thing about seducing a gay guy!"

"He'll learn," responded Troy, "if he wants his dirty little secret from coming out -- no pun intended. And Spence won't know about our role in his seduction, or Nate being our slave; as far as he'll be concerned, Nate's just a closet case wanting his first taste of gay sex." Wes was still looking skeptical, so Troy added, "It'll be Nate's worst nightmare -- having to seduce a gay guy."

Wes knew this was true. Nate had never expressed it out loud, knowing how much his teammates liked Troy and that they'd probably hammer him for homophobia, but any astute observer could tell that Nate believed being gay somehow made you less of a man. If truth be told, it was one of the reasons Wes was allowing things to go so far with Nate ... he had the gut feeling that Nate's respect for him, whatever little there was of it, would evaporate if he ever came out about being bisexual.

"Okay," said Wes at last. "Spencer did look rather blue yesterday, and I suppose it wouldn't hurt to let him in on our fun, as long as word doesn't get out."

"No worries on that score," assured Troy. "I'm sure Nate will be more than enthusiastic to play the part of a closet case desperate to stay inside, and Spencer's a pretty understanding guy."

"I cannot wait to see his face when you tell him he has to seduce a guy!" crowed Owen. "That'll be a classic moment for sure."

"Okay, can we go inside and eat now? I'm starving." The trio rejoined their friends (and slave) for lunch. They were a boisterous bunch, with the obvious exception of Nate, who ate his meal in silence, unable to comprehend how far he'd sunk.

He was still on autopilot when the guys made him rub his dick through his shorts till he was hard and made him maintain the erection as they walked through the mall, the front of his shorts bulging obscenely. More than one snickering passerby noticed -- but Nate didn't. It wouldn't be until they were back in his house that some modicum of awareness returned to Nate -- in time for further misery.

As soon as they were inside the front door, and Nate had once more stripped naked (save for the small bandage on his back), Wes informed him of the arrangements for the week ahead. "We've decided to share you out among the five of us -- Ethan says he doesn't need one-on-one time with you -- so you'll be spending Monday evening with me, Tuesday with Troy, Wednesday with Jason, Thursday with Drew, and Friday with Owen." Nate's shoulders slumped; he could only imagine what torments those evenings, particularly Friday with the sadistic Owen, would bring. Wes continued, "On weekends you'll be available for use by the rest of the team, who'll remain in the dark about your extracurricular activities."

"Unless you want them to know about you taking it up the ass with a freaking hard-on," Owen suggested cruelly. Nate shook his head frantically; the thought of even one more person knowing about that was too awful to contemplate. Fortunately, Parker, Dylan, Ryder and the twins had parted ways with the group after lunch, none the wiser as to what had really happened in the storage closet. The recoding of Zack's blowjob would be uploaded to the section of the website secured by an additional password.

However, someone else WAS going to learn about Nate's cocksucking abilities. Nate listened in growing horror as Troy outlined the plan for him to seduce Spencer Zarowsky.

"You can't be serious! I barely know the guy! And you said no one else was going to get to -- to use me, in that way," Nate objected.

"Actually, we promised that no one else would learn about the website, and the goodies contained therein, or the fact that you were giving it up like a cheap gay hustler on a regular basis to six of your teammates. Indeed, Spencer won't discover any of these things as long as you play it cool and act your little heart out as the closet case desperate to experience gay sex but still reluctant to come out."

The other guys all had varying degrees of hilarity etched on their faces as they listened to this plan, but Nate was far from amused. Terrified and bewildered were more accurate descriptions of what he was feeling. He wondered what the hell he was doing. Troy's plan was totally ludicrous and humiliating. Him seducing a gay guy! Having sex with him would be bad enough but it was the romantic overtures of the seduction routine that really turned Nate's stomach. He'd have to kiss another guy and -- worse -- pretend to enjoy it! It was impossible and he told his tormentors as much.

"You'll find a way," was the unsympathetic response. "You have to or everyone sees just how much of a slut you really are."

Nate blinked back tears. Was this all really worth it: the sacrifice of his personal pride and dignity in order to preserve his reputation? There had been so many moments in the last couple of days where it hadn't seemed worth it, but ultimately his desire to protect his reputation won out. He knew he was not the slutty faggot they were making him out to be -- no matter how his own dick had betrayed him the previous night -- but he would have a hard time convincing anyone else, particularly his parents or Melanie, if they ever saw the incriminating pictures.

"What have I got to do?" he mumbled finally. His surrender made his tormentors grin, and Drew whooped, "Natey's getting a boyfriend!"

Nate blushed but didn't retort. He listened as Troy told him how he would approach Spencer to return his lifeguard uniform in the county pool's parking lot. He would express his heartfelt gratitude to Spencer for saving him for further public humiliation ... and then move in for a kiss.

"Do I really have to kiss him?" he whined.

Troy rolled his eyes. "No, Nate, you just tell him you're a slutty slave who wants his dick up your ass."

Nate realized the futility of questioning the plan and shut up. He cringed inwardly as Troy elaborated on other details of the plan. He was leaving the content of Nate's dialogue with Spencer to the former's imagination, but there were a few things Nate was going to have to accomplish. Nate's eyes grew wider as Troy described a blowjob in the backseat of Spencer's car.

"But it's a public parking lot! Anyone might see me!" protested Nate.

"The lifeguards have special parking bays with the rest of the staff round the side of the aquatic center. It's pretty deserted. Besides, it'll be a good incentive for you to keep your head down, if you know what I mean." Nate did.

"So do you want to practice?" asked Troy with a grin.

"P-practice?" stammered Nate.

"Seducing a gay guy." Troy puckered his lips mockingly to illustrate his meaning. "You're going to need lessons if you don't want to fail miserably."

"If you're going to play kissy face with the slave, could you at least take it into a bedroom?" complained Ethan. "The rest of you guys: what say we have a go on his PS3?"

He was taken up on his offer while Troy led an apprehensive Nate into the ground floor guest room. He'd taken the video camera from Ethan and now he placed it to record from the top of the chest of drawers. The viewfinder showed an unobstructed, full-length view of the tall windows opposite, and it was here that he made Nate stand, facing him with about a foot separating them.

"Okay, so ... go for it," Troy demanded.

Nate scrunched up his face as he reluctantly brought his lips closer to Troy's. It was not that Troy was unattractive; indeed he was one of the best-looking guys on the team. But that was precisely where Nate's problem lay: he was a GUY. Guys weren't supposed to kiss other guys. Sure, girls sharing a lip lock were hot but guy-on-guy action was most decidedly not. It was just disgusting and -- and unmanly.

Nate had moved more than a foot forwards and still his lips hadn't encountered Troy's. He opened his eyes to find that Troy had stepped back and was standing with his arms crossed disapprovingly.

"If you look like that when you go in for a kiss, Spencer's going to smell a rat immediately. Looking vulnerable is fine ... in fact it can be downright sexy. But looking disgusted? Not so much. You should know this stuff. Kissing 101."

Nate's version of Kissing 101 hadn't involved swapping spit with other males.

"Remember when you refused to take off your underwear, and we stripped you right there on the basketball court? The vulnerability in your eyes then was pretty darn delicious," Troy said candidly as Nate flinched. "Now if you can imitate that look, Spencer will be putty in your hands."

Nate didn't want Spencer to be putty in his hands. He seemed like an okay guy but he sure as hell didn't want to kiss him, much less have a full-blown affair with him! But he could see Troy was getting impatient and, fearing a more humiliating punishment, hastened to humor him. He arranged his face into his best puppy-dog expression.

"That's better," said Troy approvingly. "Now kiss me."

Struggling to keep revulsion from coloring his features, Nate leaned forward and, very quickly, gave Troy a peck on the lips. He was surprised to find it was not very different from kissing a girl. So strong was his prejudice, however, that it did not distract from the fact that he was kissing a guy.

He looked at Troy and found him very dissatisfied. "You call that a kiss? Jeez, it's a wonder you have a line of girls waiting to get into your pants if that's your best kissing technique. Not even tongue!" Nate was no stranger to French kissing, but he hadn't wanted to shove his tongue down another guy's throat. Troy sighed. "I suppose I'm going to have to lead."

Without warning, he grabbed Nate's head in both hands and pressed his lips against Nate's, forcing his tongue into his oral cavity. Nate gagged as much from the sudden intrusion as the reality that a gay guy had his tongue down his throat. After a few moments Troy broke away.

"Now YOU do it," he ordered, "and make it convincing. Spencer needs to believe that you really, really want him. Grope me while we're kissing." Troy was really enjoying this opportunity to make Nate squirm. Revenge was sweet.

Nate was thoroughly ashamed as he moved in for another kiss. This time he probed Troy's lips, trying his darnedest to think of Melanie as he did, and when Troy parted his lips, Nate slipped his tongue into his mouth. Remembering the order to grope Troy, Nate reached down, without breaking the lip lock, to cup the very obvious bulge in Troy's jeans through the denim.

"Put your hand inside my jeans," Troy breathed in Nate's ear. "And then slowly undress me."

Nate hadn't thought he could feel any more humiliated after being gang-raped by his teammates but now he realized how wrong he'd been. Being butt-fucked and giving blowjobs under duress was one thing, but going through the motions of a gay seduction was another entirely. Pretending affection for another man, kissing him passionately and then groping his genitals lustfully ... Nate almost wished he was on his back, being raped at both ends, because at least that was explicitly against his will and didn't take away from the fact that he was 100% heterosexual.

They were both alone in the guest room and it occurred to Nate he was more than capable of punching Troy's lights out and making a run for it. But immediately he realized what a pointless move that would be. Even if he somehow found clothes and sneaked out past the five other guys in the lounge, his escape (and wounding of Troy) would just make them madder and convince them to release the lewd photos they had of him. And then his life would be over.

No, it was utterly pointless. He was in this situation because he had no way out of it. Accepting this reality, Nate reluctantly slid his hand into the waistband of Troy's jeans and felt the warmth of his equipment through the cotton of his briefs. He shut his eyes, holding in the tears that threatened to spill over. Troy's lips were still clamped over his and he so desperately wanted to be sick.

Taking his hand out of Troy's pants, he reached for the top button of his shirt and undid it. Within seconds he had the whole shirt unbuttoned and Troy helped him by slipping it off. Only then did he break the kiss to give Nate's next command. "You're going to kiss me all the way down my body."

Nate lost the battle to hold in his tears; he was now crying freely. Troy didn't care; in fact he positively reveled in Nate's humiliation. How many times had this stud undressed girls before having his way with them? Now he was stripping and necking his openly gay teammate. How indeed the mighty have fallen.

The subjugated jock first kissed his left shoulder before moving downwards, covering Troy's torso with kisses. Troy had quite an impressive chest -- not as spectacular as Nate's, but he didn't have an ounce of fat on him either. His pecs and washboard abs cut clean lines across his torso, and he was naturally smooth except for the trail of dark hairs that began below his navel before disappearing into his waistband.

"Pay special attention to the nipples," instructed Troy. Nate's vision was blurred by tears but he obediently sucked on each dark aureole, rolling the nub between his lips. Troy's nipples were both standing out prominently by the time he was done with them. As he kissed Troy's abs, his master told him to undress him completely.

Nate undid the button on Troy's jeans and then slid them all the way down. Troy was now naked except for the bulging pair of dark blue briefs.

"Kiss my junk through the cloth," ordered Troy. Nate knelt, breathing in the musky odor as he tasted cotton and sweat.

"Now seal the deal." Nate didn't have to ask what that meant. He grasped the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down slowly, exposing first Troy's trimmed pubic thatch. Normally this would have been a prime subject for ridicule by Nate but, unfortunately for him, he didn't have any room to talk now with his hairless groin.

Troy's hard dick flopped out upon being freed from its cotton confines, nearly taking Nate's eye out with it. He automatically took the throbbing organ into his mouth.

"I didn't actually mean for you to blow me," noted Troy with amusement. "I suppose it's good that your inner gay slut is coming to the fore." Nate spat out Troy's dick, his face burning with shame.

"I just wanted you to give my junk a nice tongue bath. I daresay a blowjob would really hit the spot but it wouldn't be fair on the other guys if I got sucked twice in one day. Hold on to my butt while you lick my dick and balls. Yeah, like that. Dig your fingers into my crack. Spencer will love it if you do that while you blow him."

Nate lapped at Troy's hard dick and shaved balls until they glistened with spit. Troy was obviously having a good time; he groaned so loudly that Ethan banged on the shut door to tell the two "lovebirds" to keep it down.

Troy grinned and popped his dick out of Nate's mouth. "That's enough for today. I think that, if you talk about how badly you need dick and keep that sexy, helpless look in your eyes, you can seduce every gay man between here and Richmond. Go and see if your other masters require anything. I, uh, need some private time." He wasn't bothering to put his clothes back on and Nate had a pretty good idea what Troy needed the `private time' for; his dick was rock hard and dripping. Nate was desperately trying to keep his gaze on Troy's face and not any part of his naked body.

"Oh, before I forget, here's something I picked up for you," Troy said, digging out a folded manila envelope from the pocket of his discarded shirt. He turned it upside down and a small brass item fell out into the palm of his hand. "Since you escaped having your nipple pierced, I thought this clip-on ring would be the next best thing."

He beckoned Nate closer to attach the ring to the nub of Nate's left nipple. Admiring his handiwork with approval, Troy commented, "And it doesn't even require any healing time. Perfect. You'll wear that to school, and to your evening duties, unless you're given other instructions. You got that?"

Nate was crushed to learn that he would have to sport embarrassing nipple jewelry after presuming he'd escaped such a fate earlier. At least this cloud had a silver lining -- he could easily remove the nipple ring at home and his mother would never have to know.

"Alright then, out you go," Troy ordered, shutting the door after Nate. He settled down to review the recording of Nate's `practice' in the arts of gay seduction. He chuckled to himself as he watched the oh-so-macho straight stud debase himself so thoroughly.

Meanwhile Nate found his other five tormentors sprawled in the lounge, playing video games. This common teenage pastime seemed a world away from the cocksucking and ass-fucking Nate's life had begun to revolve around.

"The stud's back," proclaimed Owen sarcastically when he saw Nate enter the room. "Now you can get your ass in the kitchen and make us something to drink -- we're dying of thirst in here."

How Nate wished they WERE dead. Instead he obeyed the command silently. By the time he came back with six glasses of iced lemonade and a plate of cookies on a tray, a somewhat sweaty Troy had rejoined his friends in the lounge. He was dressed but hadn't bothered to do up any of the buttons of his shirt. Nate couldn't help wondering if he might have escaped his current predicament had he been as casual as these guys were with communal nudity.

"You didn't make yourself a drink?" asked Troy as he helped himself to a glass and a cookie. Nate shook his head. "That's okay. I brought you some refreshment, straight from the tap." He held out a glass with a quantity of milky fluid at the bottom. Nate realized with disgust that it was the product of Troy's masturbation.

"Drink up," urged Troy as he saw Nate hesitate. Nate supposed resisting was futile and, quite honestly, stupid. He'd drunk Troy's cum on two separate occasions already, and the cum of six other guys besides. He downed the contents of the glass and, when prompted, licked it clean. It was a struggle, as it always was, but he managed to keep it down.

Soon after, the boys surprised Nate with the announcement that they had to leave. For some reason he'd become so accustomed to having them in his home that he hadn't anticipated their departure. He was reminded that his parents were due back that evening and he had work to do, clearing the mess in the house, before they returned.

"And don't forget you owe young Bobby Rawlins a show at five," added Owen. "In fact, it would be a shame to let this nice bit of spring sunshine we're having go to waste. Andrew, you have Bobby's number, right? Let him know he can get a jumpstart on overseeing Nate's nude sunbathing if he wants."

Bobby was more than enthusiastic to supervise Nate as he sunbathed naked in his backyard. His father had gone out to his club and his mother to visit a friend, so his absence would not be noticed. (Nate was relieved that this meant neither Mr. nor Mrs. Rawlins would look out their window and catch an eyeful.)

Nate's six tormentors drifted between the rooms collecting their stuff and had just finished when Bobby rang the doorbell. Content that Nate's humiliation for the day would not end with their departure, they reminded him to wear the hot pink bikini briefs to school tomorrow.

"Don't even think of skipping school. You do and the videos go viral." Bobby was oblivious to the true nature of all the videos the boys now had on Nate but he grinned nonetheless, ecstatic to see his once-proud neighbor reduced to a shell of his former self.

The last of the team was gone and the front door was shut when Bobby turned to Nate. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together, don't you?" Nate seriously doubted it would be any fun for him.

They went out into the backyard, Nate unable to stop himself from looking around nervously. The yard was surrounded by a wooden fence and only visible from the (empty) Rawlins residence but that didn't reduce Nate's feeling of exposure being naked out of doors in broad daylight.

Bobby immediately started giving instructions. "Okay lie on your stomach, I'm going to do your back first. By the way, why'd you have a bandage?"

"A tattoo," mumbled Nate. "I've got to keep it on for 24 hours."

"Cool. I see you went the whole hog: nice nipple ring. My parents would never let me get a tattoo," Bobby said conversationally as he set up his tripod opposite the deckchair on which Nate was reclining.

The inane chatter drove Nate nuts. "Will you shut the fuck up!"

Bobby raised his eyebrows. "That's not a very wise thing to say to someone who's got your balls in his hand. Or do you want the world to see that superb shot of you with a hard--"

"Okay, I get the picture. I'm sorry," Nate hastily apologized.

He didn't hear Bobby mutter under his breath, "Even if you aren't now, you will be soon enough."

After checking that his video camera was recording, Bobby squirted a goodly amount of sunscreen onto Nate's back. Then he started massaging it into the bare skin, copping a good feel of Nate's ripped muscles at the same time. Nate knew the little perv must be getting off on having his grubby paws all over his body and he hated that he had to let him. The worst part was when the time came to do Nate's butt. Bobby kneaded the firm orbs with his greasy fingers, marveling at Nate's well-honed gluteal muscles.

Then, to maximize the helpless stud's shame, he parted the cheeks to have a good look at Nate's anal pucker. "Gosh, it looks like you've had a baseball bat up your butthole," he commented maliciously. In reality, Nate's rear orifice was in remarkably good condition apart from a little swelling (considering he'd had five dicks up it the previous night) but Bobby just wanted to embarrass the arrogant jock. To that end he had calculated correctly; Nate turned a dark shade of red.

The younger boy pressed his finger against the puffy ring. "Don't," gasped Nate, but he was powerless as Bobby forced his finger into the sore chute.

"How does it feel now, huh?" asked Bobby as he wriggled his finger around inside Nate's tight anal cavity, making him whimper. "Bet you wish you'd never squealed to my parents now!"

"I'm sorry, man!" Nate moaned. "I'm really sorry!" The invading finger was aggravating the swollen tissue that lined his rectum and it felt like his ass was on fire.

Bobby withdrew his finger until only the tip remained inside Nate's ass. "I bet you are." Nate sighed with relief ... prematurely. Bobby shoved the entire length of his finger back in with a vengeance and Nate shrieked in pain.

Satisfied at having reduced Nate to a blubbering mess, Bobby moved his hands further down Nate's body, rubbing sunscreen into the hairy and muscular thighs. "You know, they should shave all this hair off as well," he suggested, causing Nate to shudder. A smooth chest and groin he could keep hidden, but hairless legs would not be so easy, not with the summer fast approaching. He hoped Bobby was only joking about shaving his legs.

Once Nate's entire back was liberally coated, Bobby retired to the shade of Nate's kitchen while the latter worked on his tan. Half an hour later he returned, ordering Nate to roll onto his back so that they could do his front. Nate obediently rolled over and Bobby began slathering his arms and chest with sunscreen. He didn't miss the opportunity to feel up Nate's bulging biceps, play with his nipples and rub his ripped abs. His hunky neighbor was at his mercy and Bobby was loving every moment of it.

He recalled once seeing Nate in his boxer-briefs after the stud had stripped down without remembering to draw his curtains. The tight underwear clung to Nate's muscular butt and emphasized the prominent bulge at the front. Nate had soon noticed Bobby looking from his window and disgustedly drawn the curtains, but not before the image was forever etched in Bobby's mind. He had dreamt of seeing his gorgeous neighbor nude one day but never imagined that hot, naked body would be at his complete disposal like this.

"What are you doing?" Nate said suddenly as he felt Bobby's hand on his dick.

"I'm guessing a sunburned dick hurts like hell," replied Bobby matter-of-factly. "So unless you want to find that out for yourself, you'd better shut up." He gripped Nate's dick between his thumb and index finger and gently stroked it. In spite of himself Nate felt his breathing quicken and the blood rush to his groin. He felt more horribly exposed than ever.

"Not out here, please, Bobby -- master," he begged.

Bobby grinned at being called master by the older jock. But it wasn't enough to soften him towards leniency. He doubled the speed of his stroking with his right hand while his left played with Nate's heavy balls.

"Oh God. Please, Bobby. Don't do this."

"You're going to cum for the camera whether you like it or not. In fact I'm giving you ten minutes -- or else I'm locking your back door and leaving you out here like this for your parents to find when they come home."

Nate closed his eyes in horror at the thought of being discovered naked in their backyard by his parents. He willed his dick to harden, not that it was a difficult task with Bobby now using his entire fist to pump Nate's dick.

Fear is a good motivator and in no time at all Nate was ejaculating, splattering his chest and abs with his creamy seed.

"I'd tell you to lick it up but it's kind of gotten mixed with the sunscreen so that might not be the best idea," observed Bobby. "Anyway you're going to fulfill your cum diet later when you lick your window clean."

Nate stared at him incredulously. "You mean I still have to jerk off onto my window?"

Bobby rolled his eyes. "Duh. Your team wants to see a video of you jerking off onto that window every day. It wouldn't be nice to let your masters down now, would it?"

"But --"

"But what? A macho stud like you can't cum twice in one day?" mocked Bobby. "Now you can finish rubbing sunscreen onto your legs but DON'T touch the cum on your chest. I'm going back home but if I look out and don't see you here at any time during the next thirty minutes, your teammates are going to hear about it. And I expect you to be at your window at five sharp, jacking your dick for all you're worth."

He dismantled the tripod and departed. Nate considered running back into the house but decided against it; the chances were Bobby would be as good as his word. He followed Bobby's orders and laid back once he'd done his legs. The cum quickly dried in white splotches on his chest.

Nate wasn't sure how much time had passed but suddenly he heard a window opening. Looking around he saw Bobby poking his head out of his bedroom in the Rawlins house.

"Okay, you're done for the day. Don't forget five o'clock." He shut the window.

Nate got up and hurried into his house where he looked at the kitchen clock. It was already twenty five minutes past three and he needed to put the house to rights before his parents came home.

Over the next hour and a half Nate rushed around his house like a man possessed, making beds, picking up trash, and essentially removing all traces of his unwanted weekend houseguests. For someone who'd never lifted a finger to help his mother with the household chores before, this was something of an achievement. He didn't even notice that he was still naked and didn't even bother to put on underwear. After all, he figured he'd have to strip off again at five and, weirdly enough, he seemed to actually be coming to terms with constant nudity.

His watch alarm went off at five minutes to five, just as he'd returned the lounge to its former, pristine condition, and he dashed upstairs for his "show". Bobby was ready at his window and Nate reluctantly clambered onto his desk. His parents were supposed to be back around five thirty and he was fervently hoping he would be long done by that time.

He squirted a bit of lotion onto his dick (it was still rather slick with sunscreen) and began to jerk off. He kept his eyes squeezed shut, both to help him think sexy thoughts and to avoid looking at the street. His balls had been drained multiple times in the past day, most recently just two hours ago, and despite his best efforts it took a while for him to get hard.

Just as he thought he was about to shoot, he heard a car come up his driveway. In his shock he nearly fell off the table. It had to be his parents -- and they were early! He knew he was not visible from the driveway but nonetheless his dick immediately began to deflate. He looked pleadingly across the divide between his and Bobby's houses, hoping for a reprieve. There was none.

He furiously fisted his dick even as he heard his father unlock the front door. At last, just when he thought he wasn't going to make it, he came. He heard his mother calling for him from the foot of the stairs as he leaned forwards, exhausted, to lick his cum on the window pane.

There was no time to feel relief; he could hear his mother coming up the stairs. He was reaching for the shorts he'd laid out on his bed when he remembered the dried cum on his chest. Horrified by the thought of his mom seeing him with cum stains on his chest, he desperately rubbed at his chest with the shorts, succeeding in flaking off the dried splotches.

"Nathan?"

His mom was just seconds away from seeing him naked! It was too late to put on the shorts and Nate frantically clutched the wadded-up material to his crotch just as Marsha Ramsey walked through his bedroom door. She was a beautiful auburn-haired woman just about to celebrate her fortieth birthday. Her eyes widened at finding her son, who rarely stepped out of his room without a shirt, buck naked except for the wad of clothes he was holding in front of his groin.

Nate decided it was best to affect indignation in the hopes that his mom would leave him to his privacy. "Mom! Can't you see I'm getting changed?"

"Well, if you wanted privacy, you should close your bedroom door," Marsha retorted, laughing a little at her son's obvious embarrassment. "Besides, it's not like I haven't seen it -- WHAT IS THAT?"

Belatedly Nate remembered the brass ring that was clipped to his left nipple. He backed up against the table. If his mother saw the bandage on his back and learnt that he'd gotten tattooed all hell would break loose.

"Mitchell! Mitchell! Come here right this moment and see what your son has done!" called Marsha angrily before Nate could stop her. There was the sound of footsteps and Nate's dad, who looked like an older version of Nate but perhaps less handsome and definitely less ripped, appeared in the doorway. He, too, was a little surprised to find his son naked (and rather impressed with how muscular he'd become).

"What is it, Marsha?" he sighed, all too used to his wife's melodrama. Marsha was too distraught to do much more than point at Nate's chest.

Mitchell's eyebrows went up. "Body piercing, huh? You know how your mom feels about that, Nathan."

Nate had decided his best approach was a mixture of honesty and sarcasm. "If Mom had just given me the chance to explain ..." He reached up to his nipple and unclipped the ring with one hand, wincing a little as he did so. (His other hand was holding his shorts firmly over his crotch.)

"... it isn't permanent," he finished. "See? Some of the other guys have them too." That was a lie; he didn't know of anyone with a nipple ring, only a couple of guys with pierced ears.

Marsha muttered in relief, "Well, I was afraid you'd permanently disfigured your body. I'm still not sure I like it though, this -- this -- body jewelry."

"Oh come now, Marsha," her husband cajoled. "You know what they say, boys will be boys. Now why don't we leave our son in privacy so that he can get dressed." Putting his hands on his wife's shoulders he led her out of the room. Pausing briefly in the doorway, he looked back at his son and said, "All the guys have them, huh?" The conspiratorial wink he gave Nate left him in no doubt that his dad didn't believe that statement.

Nate groaned aloud once the door was shut. No doubt his dad would tease him mercilessly about the nipple ring for days to come. And he would have to be extra careful in making sure his mom never caught sight of the marlin tattoo on his lower back. He was going to have to explain to her over dinner that he wanted to do his own laundry from now on, to learn a little independence before he went off to college in the fall. It was the only way he could think of to keep her from discovering his underwear problem.

He suddenly realized he hadn't checked his cell phone in two days. Looking around he found that Wes had left it on his bedside table. He checked the display: he had six missed calls from Melanie. Automatically he clicked the call back function and put the phone to his ear. It went straight to voicemail so he recorded a message:

"Hey, Mel. It's me. I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls. I misplaced my phone when the damned thing was on silent mode. I know we were supposed to do something together today. Anyway I couldn't have made it anyway, I was ... really busy. I should've called and asked for a rain check. Sorry. I hope you aren't too pissed at me. I'll see you at school tomorrow and make it up to you then, okay? I really missed you this weekend. Bye."

After ending the call Nate sat alone in the fast encroaching darkness, lost in his thoughts. He desperately wanted to talk to somebody about everything that had happened to him in the last couple of days, but there didn't seem to be anyone he could confide something so private, so earth-shattering. His parents and girlfriend were out of the question. He had no real friends; he'd thought he had but evidently everyone hated him so much they didn't bat an eye at fucking him. It struck him how he had hardly any people he could really call friends -- they were all mostly acquaintances, usually athletes like himself, but decidedly inferior to him. He liked to keep people at a distance, to have them in awe of him. He'd never been interested in their lives or achievements, only in boasting and bragging about his own. Suddenly he could see why they might dislike him so much.

There had to be someone who didn't think of him as being a supreme jerk. Of course: T.J.! For a moment his spirit soared, and then he quickly came back to earth. T.J. Powell had been his best friend from elementary school right up to freshman year of high school. Then T.J., whose parents were both in the Army, had had to move to another base, six hours away by car. They'd promised to keep in contact -- and they did, to a certain extent, through Myspace and the occasional, infrequent phone call -- but their bond had never felt quite the same. He could hardly call him up now to blab about being raped by his teammates. Plus he wasn't certain how T.J. would react to learning his one-time best friend had submitted to gay sex, multiple times and with multiple rapists. He might well react in disgust and sever all ties with him -- it was probably what Nate would have done in the same situation, and he didn't even have T.J.'s strict military upbringing.

No, there was absolutely no one to confide in. Nate was aware, now more than ever, of how alone he truly was. He had always assumed that his good looks and ripped body, basketball skill and not insubstantial charm, would get him anywhere. Now he was not so sure. He was all alone and, with the school week about to start, his private hell was only just beginning.

To Be Continued . . .

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