The Downfall of Nate Ramsey

THE DOWNFALL OF NATE RAMSEY

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This story is a gay authoritarian fantasy; no part of it is based in fact and none of the characters are intended to resemble real persons, living or dead. This continuing story chronicles the humiliating ordeals an 18-year-old high school basketball player is subjected to against his will. These ordeals often have a strong sexual component and wreak a terrible emotional toll on the unfortunate victim. Let me state once and for all, I do not condone bullying or rape in real life. If you are unable to distinguish between fantasy and real life, you probably should not be reading this. The same goes if you are underage, or do not wish to read about such matters. For the rest of you: enjoy!

CHAPTER NINE: --------------- A slave's work is never done

"It isn't true!"

"Liar!" Melanie spat at Nate. "Don't pretend you haven't been sucking dick and getting fucked up the ass, because we've all seen the pictures and the videos."

Nate faltered; he could feel the scornful, accusing eyes of his peers at McKinley High boring into him as they crowded into the classroom to witness Melanie's confrontation of her boyfriend.

"I didn't want to do it," he said quietly. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he added, "They raped me."

Melanie and the assembled crowd broke into laughter. "Gosh, a big, strong, macho hunk like you crying rape?" mocked Teri Marston, Melanie's best friend who'd always disliked him for some unknown reason. Nate liked to think it was because she was jealous that he had never expressed any romantic interest in her.

"So it was the terror of that awful rape that made you hard while sucking on a big, juicy dick?" asked Lisa Hobbes sarcastically. "Who's the slut now?" Nate had convinced her to cheat on her boyfriend with him, and then told her she was a slut who couldn't keep her legs crossed.

"I can't believe I ever let you touch me," Melanie said in disgust, "after doing who knows what with who knows how many men. How could you even bring yourself to do it with me after that, you sick bastard?"

Nate recovered his voice. "Mel, come on! You know we had lots of hot sex together!"

"And no doubt all the while you were thinking of hard dicks and filthy assholes," she shot back. "That's what you really crave, isn't it? Dicks to suck and assholes to lick. Fag!"

This was the cue for their audience to chime in with more insults.

"Cocksucker!"

"Butt boy!"

"Ass-licker!"

"Dick whore!"

"Homo slut!"

Nate was close to tears. His life was over. He just wanted to get away from them, but the crowd wouldn't part as he tried to push his way through.

"Where're you going, faggot? The men's room at the mall?"

"There's more than enough dicks here if you want it that bad, slut."

Nate lost it. "I DON'T WANT TO SUCK ANYONE'S DICK! I'M STRAIGHT, DAMN YOU. I'M NOT A FUCKING FAG. I'M STRAIGHT!"

His audience's reaction was more laughter. Face burning with shame, he tried to push through the crowd with renewed vigor, and almost succeeded when he was confronted by a familiar face.

"Tripp," he said in a shaky voice. The imposing football captain blocked his exit, with his two stooges, Leo and Gray, on either side of him.

"Not so fast, Ramsey. Is this true? You're a cocksucker?"

"Tripp, it's not what it looks like! You know me, man. I'd never do all those things willingly. They forced me to do it."

Tripp shook his head in amazement and disgust. "All those times you used to diss fags with me ... talk trash about your teammate Petersen and how he wasn't a real man like the two of us, how he didn't deserve to even have a dick because he was going to use it all wrong ... and all the time you were a bigger fag than him!"

Nate saw the futility of arguing with Tripp. His mind was made up, as was the rest of the crowd's. He was a joke in their eyes, a poor excuse for a man, and he couldn't help thinking they had a point. They thought he was worse than Troy even!

"Please, Tripp, just let me go," he said and tried to push past him.

"Oh no you don't! Grab him, boys!" Leo and Gray immediately leapt to their leader's command and grabbed Nate by each arm.

Nate struggled to free himself but instead found himself being dragged through the crowd (who now parted to make way for the trio) towards the teacher's desk. Tripp swept everything off the desk as Nate looked on in mounting horror.

"What're you going to do?" he asked in a trembling voice.

Tripp smiled cruelly. "Nothing you won't love." To his stooges he ordered, "Strip him!"

Leo and Gray didn't have to move a muscle; the crowd took care of Nate's stripping for them. They reached out with eager hands to rip the clothes from his body and denude him completely. Buttons went flying in every direction as his shirt was torn open and his trousers suffered the same fate. There was a moment's pause as they giggled at the leopard-print thong Nate was wearing underneath, but soon even that garment was divested from his body and he was utterly naked in front of a crowd of his peers.

"Hot bod, Ramsey – really trying to compensate, huh?"

"Yeah, hard abs." He was slapped hard across his abdomen. As he doubled over in pain, someone else pinched his ample buttcheek.

"Wonder how many guys have been nailing that ass?"

"After today? The entire male population of Franklin County, probably."

"Well, he's gotta get started somewhere ..." Tripp stated and gestured to Leo and Gray to throw Nate over the desk, on his stomach.

"By the time we're done with you, Ramsey, you won't be able to sit down for a week. But then again, you'd like that, wouldn't you? Enjoy the pounding you're gonna get, Ramsey, `cause this is just the beginning of your new life ... as a faggot whore!"

"I don't enjoy it!" Nate protested angrily, unable to believe that Tripp, who'd once been his closest friend (for want of a better term) at McKinley High, was not only about to rape him in front of a cheering audience of his peers, but thought he would enjoy it. "Please, Tripp, I thought you were my pal! Don't do this to me, man. Plea–"

Tripp made a sharp gesture to Leo and the latter grinned as he quickly pulled his dick out of his pants and stuffed it into Nate's open mouth to shut him up. As he got face-fucked, Nate could feel Tripp spreading his ass open and lining up his dick to penetrate Nate.

Nate could vaguely hear people yelling encouragement to his rapists from the sidelines – Gray was urging Leo to make Nate to rim his ass, since the slut really seemed to get a kick out of that – but it was Tripp's words that truly caught Nate's attention.

As the hunky football captain brutally slammed his dick into Nate for the first time, he bent over to whisper in Nate's ear: "Tell me, Ramsey: if you're really not enjoying this, then why is your dick hard?"

And it was at that point in the dream (or rather, nightmare) that Nate woke up. It took him a moment to orient himself. He was lying in his own bed, stark naked, without even a sheet to cover him as he'd managed to kick off all the bedcovers in the night. The early morning sunlight coming through the curtain-less windows glinted on his sweat-drenched body. From downstairs he could hear the sounds of his parents getting ready for work.

It had all been a nightmare, he realized in relief. None of it had been real; Melanie and Tripp and the rest of the school didn't know about his dirty secret. Then, out of habit, he looked down at himself – and froze in panic. His dick was hard. Why the fuck was it hard? Surely he hadn't been turned on by that awful nightmare of getting raped in front of his whole school? That would make him a fag – and he wasn't a fag. He wasn't! He was certain the only reason he'd been hard during his gang-rape was the drug Troy had slipped him. But he wasn't drugged now, so why was he hard after that horrific nightmare? The obvious explanation suggested itself, but he refused to accept it. There was no way he was one of those disgusting perverts who craved dick. There just wasn't!

It was only after he'd calmed down that he remembered it was morning, and that he usually woke up with an erection which (as a rule) had nothing to do with what he'd dreamt about the previous night. Yes, that was it. A simple case of morning wood. He was an idiot for thinking otherwise in his blind panic, but at least he wasn't a fag. No matter what they did to him they could never make him one.

He glanced at his bedside clock; he needed to start getting ready for school. As it was, he wasn't going to be able to get in before most of his fellow students as he'd hoped to (in order to avoid a repeat of Monday's parking lot incident). He got out of bed and stretched, wincing as even this simple action seemed to resonate in his sore asshole. He was immediately reminded of his ordeal the previous night, bouncing up and down on Troy's dick while deep-throating the ten-inch dildo. Then came the unwanted memory of his first rimjob – sticking his tongue all the way into Troy's hole and eating out his ass like some sick freak. Nate was overwhelmed by the desire to gargle with mouthwash, even though it was not a tangible taste that he wanted to get rid of, but rather the mental image of him performing that depraved sex act.

He padded to his bathroom, willfully not staring out the window although he could see, from the corner of his eye, that Bobby Rawlins was at his post with camera in hand. As he showered, he absentmindedly stroked his hard-on. It was just morning wood, he reassured himself – that's all it was. Yet for some reason, he wasn't quite able to shake that nagging doubt at the back of his mind.

& & & & &

An hour later, Nate drove his car into the parking lot at McKinley High. He was dressed, per Troy's texted instructions, in a pair of baggy cargo pants that only just held up, and a t-shirt which not even Troy could have predicted would turn out quite so perfectly. It was a result of Nate's very first attempt to do his own laundry. His mom, delighted to see her son taking such initiative, had shown him to use the washing machine and dryer, and wanted to stay to help him sort his laundry. However, Nate, not wanting her to see his new selection of underwear, had insisted he had it covered and ushered her hastily out of the laundry room. He soon learned the hard way that bright red fabrics do not go into the "light colors" wash cycle, and that certain clothes were liable to shrink if not washed according to the specifications on its label. The white t-shirt that Troy had ordered him to wear that day had ended up pale pink in color and a couple of sizes smaller by the time Nate removed it from the machine.

Consequently, the t-shirt clung very tightly to his body, looking as though it had been spray-painted on and showing off every line and contour of his ripped torso, as well as two inches of his underwear (a pair of tight, white briefs with a turquoise waistband). Of course, the net effect was that he looked almost unbearably sexy, and more than one girl gave him a lingering glance as he walked past them, but in Nate's mind he could only think how he must appear an utter fag.

He was cautious to keep an eye out for guys looking to de-pants him and he stiffened when he saw Leo Somerfield and Gray Donovan approaching; the nightmare was still fresh in his mind. But the two football players merely snickered in his direction and walked right past. Nate released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, and headed into his first class of the day.

His luck held out until lunch break. Nate collected his food from the cafeteria counter and, out of habit, walked towards the table he usually shared with Melanie and her friends. He was halfway there when he recalled Owen's warning to stay away from Melanie. Sitting with her at lunch was sure to raise Owen's hackles, he thought, and reluctantly began to turn away. Then he noticed Melanie was not, in fact, sitting at her usual table. He scrutinized the table's occupants carefully ... no, Melanie was not among them. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen her all day ... or yesterday for that matter. And she hadn't called or replied his text either. Where was she?

Deciding that Owen couldn't very well chastise him for talking to Melanie's friends, Nate approached Teri Marston. "Teri? Could I talk to you for a moment?"

She turned around, her expression doing little to disguise her distaste for Nate. "Yes, Nathan, what is it?"

"Um, where's Melanie? I haven't seen or heard from her for two days."

Teri sighed. "Clearly, I'm going to have to be the one to enlighten you. Mel is down with the `flu. When I spoke to her this morning, she said she was still waiting to hear from you, but all she'd gotten was a lousy text and a lame excuse. A truly attentive boyfriend, aren't you?"

Nate was starting to feel the whole world was against him. "How the fuck was I supposed to know she was sick if she didn't tell me? You don't expect me to call and check in with her every hour; I've had other things on my mind."

"Yes, I know what you've been busy with – or rather who."

Nate felt a sudden jab of fear. Surely Teri couldn't know about what, or as she put it, who, he'd been doing for the past few days?

She continued, "Mel might choose to be blind to the obvious, but the rest of us are pretty well-informed. You're not called the Manwhore of McKinley for no good reason. So who's the girl this time, Nathan? Who're you cheating with on Mel?"

Nate was reminded of why the hatred between the two of them was mutual. As if it wasn't bad enough that he was daily being forced to engage in filthy gay sex, now he had to contend with Teri's self-righteousness and her completely erroneous presumptions. "You know what, I can't talk to you. You always have to be right, you're never wrong –"

"That's because, when it comes to you, I AM right," Teri interrupted audaciously, "even if Mel refuses to see it."

"You stupid, insufferable bitch!" Nate shouted. "I should –"

What Nate felt he should have done to Teri was never revealed. While he'd been talking to Teri, Leo Somerfield had snuck up behind him and in an instant he'd tugged Nate's pants down to his ankles.

Teri was the first to react. She'd been about to ream Nate out for calling her a bitch but the rebuke was forgotten as she was confronted by the ludicrous sight of the handsome stud with his pants around his ankles. She started to laugh.

It took a few moments for other people to catch on, but with his hands full with the food tray, Nate was unable to pull up his pants with any speed, thus providing the whole cafeteria with a hilarious yet hot view of his tighty-whitey-clad bulge and butt for a full thirty seconds. Everyone had heard about the two previous incidents on Monday, but this was Nate's most public pantsing yet and at least two hundred students received visual confirmation of the fact that the school hunk did indeed wear briefs on a regular basis ... and tighty-whiteys no less!

His face burning with shame, Nate grabbed the sandwich and juice bottle from his tray and fled the cafeteria, unable to sit down and eat his lunch amongst his peers after they had all just seen him in his underwear. He didn't get very far; Jason was waiting in the corridor just outside the cafeteria.

"Well, this is turning out a lot better than we ever anticipated, huh?" he told the humiliated stud. "Stuff your food in your bag for now; you can eat later. I've got the lunch you prefer right here." He grabbed his crotch to indicate what he meant. "You remember yesterday's routine? Same restroom, same cubicle. Keep the door shut but not locked. When I arrive I expect to find you naked, your back to the door, with your ass sticking out and three fingers up your hole. I don't think I need to tell you what'll happen if you're not in position when I get there. Now go."

Nate ran. The third-floor restroom was mercifully empty, and Nate didn't waste a second in stripping naked and assuming the position. He was on autopilot now; his self-preservation instincts overrode everything else. He gritted his teeth as he forced a third finger up his sore asshole. He was acutely aware that if someone not already in on his sexual slavery chanced upon him in this condition, he'd be fucked, and not just literally.

He heard the restroom door open. The person approached the last cubicle. Nate was praying with every fiber of his being that it would be Jason, and not someone else. For once, his prayer was granted.

"Good work, slave," drawled Jason as he opened the cubicle door and snapped a shot of Nate in that degrading position with his camera phone. "You look like a proper whore with all those fingers stuffed up your ass. Now take them out and suck on them for a bit; maybe it'll help keep you quiet while I ram that sloppy hole of yours."

Jason hadn't been kidding when he spoke of "ramming" Nate's hole. The hapless slave nearly bit down on his fingers as Jason brutally drove his dick all the way into Nate's hole.

"Did you enjoy showing off your tighty-whiteys to the entire student body just now?" Jason whispered in Nate's ear as he continued to pound away at Nate's rear. "You were probably too preoccupied to do it yourself, but I took the opportunity to scan the crowd when it happened. Not one sympathetic face in sight. As a matter of fact, most of them looked downright gleeful. Guess more people than I imagined know what a prick you are."

It had already dawned on Nate that not many people liked him. Now he was learning that those who didn't hate him simply didn't give a damn about him. The sense of having to face the horrors of his slavery all alone grew stronger and it was all Nate could do to stop himself from crying. Jason's grunt as he shot his load deep inside Nate didn't make him feel any better.

"On your knees, slave," ordered Jason as he tugged the cum-filled condom off his dick. "Open your mouth." He squeezed the contents of the condom into Nate's open mouth. "Now swallow."

Once he was satisfied that Nate had actually swallowed his load, Jason unlocked the cubicle door, not caring that Nate was still nude. He walked over to the basins to wash his hands while Nate hastily pulled on his clothes.

"I expect you at my house at six today," Jason said over the sound of the running water. "That should give you ample time to get home from practice, put on your daily show for that neighbor kid, and then get your ass down to my place. It's number one, Vernon Dri– Oh wait. You already know where I live." He turned around to glare at Nate. "My dad's taking my sister out for a party so we won't be disturbed. You'll strip naked the moment you're through the front door. And bring your little toy with you. I'm not going to repeat these instructions later so you'd best remember them, or it'll be the worse for you."

With that, Jason walked out of the restroom, leaving Nate scrambling to memorize everything he'd said. Vernon Drive wasn't too far from his home; he could be there in ten minutes if he drove at the speed limit. Nate had been glad to hear that Jessie wouldn't be at home when he was there; for a moment he had feared Jason would involve her in his punishment scheme. After all, it was Nate's actions towards Jason's sister that had motivated her big brother to wreak a terrible vengeance on the black-haired hunk. Nate didn't think he could handle a girl getting in on his humiliation.

He now regretted ever taking Tripp van Hansen up on his bet to "pop Jessie Archer's cherry". He'd won the bet – Jessie had always had a crush on him so it hadn't been difficult to talk her into his bed – but then the dumb bitch started her whining. She threatened to tell her brother and Melanie if Nate didn't honor the promises he'd made to lure her into giving up her virginity to him. Fortunately, Nate had the habit of photographing his conquests while they were asleep and now this had come in handy. He warned Jessie that, if she didn't keep her mouth shut, the whole school would learn just what a slut she was. To make himself clear he had dropped off an envelope with some of the photos at her house. That had concluded the whole sorry business – or so Nate had thought, until a few days ago when Jason had confronted him about what he'd done to his sister. Now it seemed he was paying an even heavier price than he could ever have imagined for his misdeeds.

Nate limped out of the bathroom; his ass hurt like hell and he hoped no one would notice. There were a lot of snickers at his expense from the students who walked past him as he sat outside in the quad, eating his lunch. Although he knew they couldn't possibly know the truth, it didn't stop Nate from feeling like every one of them was laughing at the faggot slut who'd just gotten raped in the restroom upstairs.

He got through the remaining hours of the school day unscathed, except for a minor incident where he was slapped hard on the butt in the halls while he moved from one class to another. He winced as the smack induced a sharp jolt of pain through his abused asshole. Looking around for the culprit did him no good; all he saw was grinning faces as the other students had another chuckle at the fallen stud's expense.

His slavemasters' behavior towards him at basketball practice that afternoon was muted. With the big game looming at the end of the following week, they were focusing their energies on the court. Of course, Nate still had to stand around naked while Coach Reilly gave his usual pep talk, and he received more than one thwack with a towel on his body, but for the most part he was left alone.

Coach ended the practice by reminding Nate he had the yearbook photoshoot the next day. For some reason this didn't rile up his teammates as Nate had feared; instead it had the peculiar effect of provoking a fit of giggles amongst some of the younger players. Nate was really looking forward to the shoot as a confidence booster, but this was giving him second thoughts. Surely his tormentors couldn't have found a way to hijack his moment of glory?

There wasn't much time to dwell on it as Nate had to rush home immediately after practice for his `performance' in front of the window for Bobby's benefit. That was the one good thing that came out of such a tight schedule – it didn't give Nate time to dwell on his misery.

Once he'd licked the window clean of his cum (quite an impressive load, considering how often he'd been jerking off the past few days and the circumstances under which he was doing so), he got dressed and practically ran out of the house, stopping only for two provisions: a pear from the fruit basket and the ten-inch dildo from its secret hiding place.

He arrived at the Archer residence (a modest Tuscan villa that belied its owner's status as a well-respected neurosurgeon) with just one minute to spare. He hadn't dared break the speed limit because he feared the traffic cop who caught him might search his car and find the dildo – that would be a hard one to explain away!

He took a moment to steel himself for whatever hell Jason had planned for him, and then leapt out of his car and dashed up the steps to the front door. It was opened almost instantly by a solemn-looking Jason. He didn't say a word, nor did he shut the door once Nate stepped inside.

Remembering his instructions, Nate cast nervous glances through the open door at the cars driving past on Vernon Drive while he stripped off. Only when he was completely nude did Jason shut the door. Nate gazed wistfully at his discarded clothes, lying neatly folded in a pile beside the front door, before trooping up the stairs behind a silent Jason.

"I've decided this is your chance to make amends," announced Jason suddenly, stopping outside a bedroom door. Nate could hear the strains of a Britney Spears song coming from the other side of the door. Normally this would be the sort of thing he would have teased Jason mercilessly about, but as it were he was too distracted trying to decipher the meaning of his tormentor's words.

Jason turned back to the door and knocked on it. Nate barely had time to register the thought "Why is Jason knocking on his own room door?" before Jason swung the door open and Nate's question was answered. Unfortunately it was not an answer he liked.

Seated at the desk in front of a computer, in a room decorated largely in pink, was Jason's sister, Jessica. As Nate started backwards in shock, she looked up from her work at the open door and shrieked in surprise.

"Oh my god!"

Nate tried to back away from the door but Jason wasn't having any of it. He gave the slave a strong push in the small of his back which propelled him towards the floor in front of Jessie.

"Stay there," Jason ordered as Nate began to struggle to his feet, which wasn't easy as he was covering his crotch with both hands.

"Wh-what's going on?" stammered Jessie, staring in utter disbelief at the naked stud on her pink shag carpet and the dildo clutched tightly in his left hand. "Why's Nate naked? And is he holding a ...?" Her sentence trailed off.

"Patience, sis," replied Jason calmly. "Let me explain. I know what Nate did to you."

Jessie gasped.

"Don't worry," Jason assured her, "he can't ever get at you again. Those pictures he had of you? They're gone. Now he's the one at the receiving end of blackmail."

"What do you mean?" asked Jessie, her gaze alternating between her brother and the blushing, naked hunk at her feet.

"Oh, let's just say we've got some pictures of him doing stuff he isn't proud of. Isn't that right, slave?" Jason prodded Nate with his foot. Nate didn't reply.

"Slave?" repeated Jessie. "Nate's your slave?"

"Not just mine – the whole team's." Jessie's eyes widened. "He's managed to piss off enough people in his lifetime that everyone wants a piece of the action."

"That explains this past week at school!" Jessie exclaimed. "I couldn't understand why Nate was being targeted."

"Don't you have something you want to say to my sister, slave?"

Nate looked up at Jason from the floor. "You said your sister would be out. You said that your dad was taking her to a party. You lied."

"That wasn't a lie. I was talking about my other sister, Julie. She and our dad will be away for another couple of hours at her friend's seventh birthday party. You didn't really think a 16-year-old was being accompanied by her dad to a party, did you?" Jason tutted. "This is what happens when you don't know your teammates well at all, Ramsey. Anyway, this isn't about me. It's about you, and the apology you owe my sister." He poked Nate again with his foot. "Go on – apologize for being a blackmailing prick."

"I'm sorry I blackmailed you," Nate mumbled without meeting Jessie's stunned gaze.

"And?" prompted Jason.

Nate wasn't sure what else Jason wanted him to include in the apology. "And it'll never happen again?" he offered tentatively.

He got a thump on the head for that. "Damn straight it won't!" roared Jason. "The correct thing to say was `And I'm going to make it up to you in any way I can'. Go on; say it."

"And I'm going to make it up to you in any way I can," Nate repeated wearily. He hoped that would be the end of it. He should've known better.

Jessie was still staring at him, astounded that the jerk who'd sweet-talked her into losing her virginity to him and then behaved so callously afterward, was actually naked on her bedroom floor and apologizing to her.

"What exactly was he doing in those photos you have of him?" she wondered aloud.

Jason cracked an evil grin. "Oh, he can show you. That's why he's brought his little toy with him. Go on then, slave. Get it nice and wet with your spit before you stuff it up your butt."

Nate looked at Jason in horror. "Oh no. Please don't make me do that. Not in front of her! You promised no one else would know about that!"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Jason replied dismissively. "I already discussed this part of your punishment with Wes and he agreed this was a lesson you had to learn." He gave Nate a hard stare to remind him there was a lot more hardcore stuff that they were still keeping a secret.

Knowing mercy was not to be expected, Nate choked back a sob and instead brought the dildo to his lips. Jessie let out a muffled squeak as the subjugated stud began to deep-throat the 10" dildo in front of her very eyes.

"I can't believe he's doing this!"

"Oh trust me, sis, once this fucker gets started, he doesn't know where to stop." Just then a phone rang. Jason dug his phone out of his jeans and looked at the display. "Shit, it's Lauren," he told Jessie. "It must be about the double date Wes and I are supposed to have with her and Amy on Friday night."

"Answer your phone then," Jessie urged her brother.

Jason hesitated, obviously uncomfortable with the idea of leaving his sister alone with Nate.

"I'll be fine," Jessie assured him. "You don't seriously think he's going to try anything in this state?"

Jason eyeballed Nate fiercely. "Okay, but if he tries anything – anything at all – you give a shout, and I'll be in here so fast it'll make his head spin." He put the phone to his ear and stepped out into the hallway. "Hey, Lauren! Sorry to keep you ..." The rest of his words were muffled as he drew the door shut behind him (but taking care to leave it slightly ajar).

Nate immediately popped the saliva-soaked dildo out of his mouth. "Jess, you've got to help me."

"You have got to be kidding me," retorted Jessie.

"Please, Jess." Nate was desperate, and it showed. "You remember that night, we shared something special –"

"Oh my freaking –" Jessie shook her head in disbelief. "You actually want me to buy this bull. Last summer, I would've fallen for it. I trusted you; I let you take my virginity because I believed you when you said all those sweet things to me and promised that you were going to dump Melanie for me. But then once you'd gotten what you wanted from me, you left me to wake up alone in Tripp van Hansen's pool house. And when I confronted you, you decided to blackmail me with photos I never gave you permission to take! If only I'd listened to Jase when he warned me what a jerk you were ... Never again, Nate. You have some nerve thinking I'd actually want to help you after what you did to me! You can take that hope and stuff it up your ass, along with that dildo."

Nate gaped at the venom in Jessie's voice. He could hardly believe this was the same sweet, naïve girl he'd deflowered last summer. He had hoped that appealing to a girl with a longstanding crush on him would produce different results from his pleas to her brother and his other teammates. But he had hoped for too much. It turned out that his despicable behavior in the aftermath of Jessie's first time had permanently soured her towards him. Any chance he'd had of getting her to plead leniency on his behalf to her brother had vanished.

"What're you waiting for? Did you hear what I said? I want to see you fuck yourself with that dildo. Are you going to do it or should I shout for my brother?"

It was hard to determine who was trembling more – Nate, as he pushed the dildo deeper and deeper into his asshole, or Jessie, as she watched him. For Nate, it was yet another step down as a girl – and one he'd slept with at that – witnessed his utter degradation. For Jessie, it was a feeling of supreme satisfaction as Nate got his comeuppance in front of her.

"I can't believe you're actually getting a hard-on from this!" Jessie said suddenly, as Nate's dick betrayed him yet again due to the dildo stimulating his prostate.

"I did tell you he didn't stop once he started," Jason told her; he'd only just slipped back into the room. Nate fervently hoped he hadn't heard his earlier conversation with Jessie.

"Jerk yourself off," ordered Jason. To Jessie he added, "I'm not sure how much he's got in him after the show he put on for his neighbor barely an hour ago." Jessie almost fell off her chair at this information.

Nate, meanwhile, resignedly began to fist his dick with his free hand while the other pumped the dildo in and out of his stretched asshole. Thanks to the dildo's stimulation, he was soon well on the way to his second climax of the evening. The cum spattered onto his stomach, coating his abs and pooling in his navel. Nate came down from his orgasmic high to realize, in utter humiliation, that he had just jerked off in front of a girl while fucking himself with a dildo.

"I can't believe he just did that!" Jessie expressed her wonderment aloud. "He's so ..."

"Pathetic?" supplied Jason. "Yes he is. A pathetic little prick. What are you doing?" The last part was directed at his sister as she pulled a tissue out of the box on her desk and made to offer it to Nate.

"For him to clean himself up, of course," answered Jessie.

"Oh, sis. You're too kind. Nate's quite used to `recycling' his own mess. Aren't you, slave?"

Nate knew what was being asked of him. Just when he'd thought he couldn't sink any further in Jessie's eyes. Avoiding all eye contact, he gathered up the cum from his abs with his fingers and licked them clean. Jessie gasped at the lowly depths Nate had been brought down to.

"I think he's learned his lesson, don't you?" Jason asked his sister, a little amused by her shock. She didn't know the half of what Nate was forced to do on a regular basis.

"I never thought I'd see Nate brought down like this. I thought I was going to live the rest of my life in fear of when he'd release those photos he had of me. Jase, thank you so much for ending his hold over me. And for letting me get a bit of my own back."

"I just wish I could've stopped him before he ever hurt you, sis," Jason replied with feeling. He glanced briefly at the framed family portrait on Jessie's desk, and subconsciously balled his hands into fists. Looking away, he noticed a roll of heavy-duty tape lying on the desk, and a cruel idea formed in his head. He tore off a strip and wrote "FUCKTOY" in silver marker on it. Then, making Nate present his ass to him, he firmly taped the dildo in place, with all ten inches of the silicone dick buried deep inside Nate's ass.

"You're not to remove that dildo tonight. I expect to see a webcam video of you removing it in the morning. If I have any reason to suspect you took it out during the night, there'll be hell to pay. Now fuck off before my dad comes home with Julie."

Nate stared at his tormentor in horror. An entire night spent with the massive dildo up his ass! It was going to be torture! Unsurprisingly, expressing this to the Archer siblings did not earn him any sympathy. They just told him to get out before they thought of something worse to do to him, and to email the video first thing in the morning. He traipsed down the stairs to retrieve his clothes feeling terribly full and uncomfortable. And to top it all off, the constant pressure on his prostate guaranteed an erection which simply wouldn't subside. His briefs bulged obscenely when he pulled them on. He prayed that neither of his parents would notice the bulge in his pants or his strange way of walking.

Thankfully for Nate, he didn't see his dad during dinner because he was working late and his mom was busy with preparations for their church's booth at the hospital carnival that weekend. Nate beat a hasty retreat to his room as soon as he finished dinner. He had a bit of schoolwork to do; he had to do it while lying on his bed because sitting on a hard chair meant that the dildo jabbed him painfully in the ass, as he had discovered during dinner.

He'd tried removing the dildo, reasoning that Jason would be none the wiser if he just reenacted its removal in front of the webcam the next morning. But when he peeled off a little of the tape he discovered that it lost its stickiness. Jason had obviously thought ahead. Deciding it was too risky to pull such a stunt, Nate settled in for a sleepless night with the dildo firmly up his ass.

& & & & &

"So how did it go?" asked Wes. He had his phone squashed between his ear and shoulder while he ironed his clothes.

On the other end of the line, Jason replied, "It went great. I sent him home with the dildo still up his ass, with orders not to remove it till morning. The fucker couldn't have been more humiliated. He won't ever think of repeating the stunt he pulled on my sister. Speaking of Jessie, I think letting her in on it has made all the difference. She isn't scared of that bastard anymore, now that she knows he hasn't got anything on her, and certainly not after seeing him fucking himself like some pathetic whore."

"I dunno, Jase, I'm still concerned we went too far today. We weren't supposed to let any more people in on this. What if Nate starts cracking under all this pressure?"

"Wes! You know what that jerk did! You know how he's made my sister live in fear for MONTHS. It's not even been a week since we enslaved him and you're worried for HIS psychological welfare? I think it's time he proved he's the tough guy he's always claimed to be. Besides, he wouldn't be in this boat if not for all the shit he's pulled."

"Okay, okay," Wes said hastily, sensing that his best friend was getting worked up over his perceived defence of Nate. "I know you've got every reason to be mad at Nate, and he didn't get anything he didn't deserve for the way he treated Jessie."

"You were starting to worry me there for a second," grumbled Jason, "I thought you were going soft on that jerk. I know you've got the hots for him but don't lose sight of the fact that he's the prick of the century."

"I won't. I mean, how could I? The guy's been a jerk for as long as we've known him – which is pretty much our entire lives. And then I find out he pulls a stunt like that on my best friend's sister, not to mention his attempts to overthrow me as captain."

"Good," said Jason with satisfaction. "Anyway, Drew's got dibs on the prick tomorrow, right? I can't wait to see his face when he finds out his surprise."

"Yeah he does. Speaking of surprises, I've been meaning to tell you, but it keeps slipping my mind at school. My mom wanted me to thank you and the girls for the birthday gift. She said special thanks to Julie for the beautiful handmade card."

"Tell Aunt Hope she's very welcome. What did you and Griff get her?"

Wes told him. "She said that was her favorite gift, but honestly I think she was just saying that so we wouldn't feel bad about not being able to buy her fancy earrings like the ones her secret boyfriend gave her."

"Back up a minute! Aunt Hope has a secret boyfriend? Who is it?"

"I don't know! Why else would I call him a secret boyfriend?" Wes retorted.

"Didn't you ask her?"

"Of course I asked her! I even told Griff to ask her when he called from Illinois! She wouldn't tell either of us. `All in good time' was all she would say. I think she's afraid of getting her, and our, hopes up prematurely."

"Well, I can't say I blame her, after ... well, you know."

"Jase, I think we know each other's families well enough to say it. After Dad, Griff and I worried Mom would never get back in the dating game. So I suppose it's a relief to see her finally do so."

"Yeah, well, Jessie and I have the same worry for our dad. You know he's not been on one date since Mom died, and that was five years ago. He just buries himself in his work. Not that he doesn't do important work, but still! How's he ever going to meet anyone if he never gets out of that damned hospital? Actually, today's a rarity because he's actually taken time off to take Julie to her friend's party, and Jessie's hoping he'll meet a single mother there."

Wes grinned into the phone. "Well, you do know that single mothers come with kids, right? So before you make those plans you'd better consider how you'd feel about sharing your room with a kid brother."

"Hey, don't go tempting fate! Dad can date whoever he wants, but I'm not sharing my room with some snot-nosed brat! I can just see myself, about to get down and dirty with some hot chick, and in bumbles this spotty little kid all open-mouthed and wide-eyed."

Wes laughed.

"Actually," Jason continued, "that reminds me. I had a call from Lauren. Our double date is on for this Friday night. We've decided to go to that new pizza place on East Main."

"Oh, right," said Wes, scratching his temple absentmindedly. "My date with Amy. I'd almost forgotten about that."

"Okay, what's wrong? You don't sound too happy. You're not getting cold feet, are you?"

"No, of course not." Wes hurriedly went on. "It's at 7:30, isn't it? Do we have to pick up the girls from their place?"

"Yes, I'll pick you up first, around seven, and then we'll go get the girls together. How's that sound for a plan?"

"Um, great. Just great. Thanks again for making all the arrangements. I will ... see you tomorrow, at school. `Night."

"Okay. `Night." As Jason put down the phone he couldn't help but feel that his best friend was concealing something ...

& & & & &

Thursday morning brought Nate some relief as he removed the dildo, which had kept him awake most of the night, in front of his webcam. He emailed the video to Jason, and when he looked up from his computer, he saw Bobby's grinning face. Presumably the little shit had seen him removing the dildo. It didn't matter; Nate was simply grateful not to have that large silicone dick filling his ass. He had worried that his hole would be gaping open for the rest of the day (it was so stretched that he could've slipped four fingers into it easily) but by the time he'd finished his shower, it had regained most of its elasticity. So that was another blessing. And for a third, he had that yearbook photoshoot recognizing him as one of the school's star athletes. For the first time since his enslavement had begun he was feeling enthusiastic about the day ahead.

He suddenly remembered that he had meant to call Melanie and see if she was feeling better. There was no time now; he'd call her when he had a free moment later in the day.

"My, someone is looking pleased with himself," remarked his mom as he made his way down to breakfast, wearing an outfit that was, by his recent standards, relatively demure. The only potential humiliation was the black mesh thong he was wearing under his jeans. He was going to have to be extra careful to avoid getting pantsed that day.

"I've got a photoshoot for the yearbook," Nate explained. He couldn't help himself from adding boastfully, "Coach Reilly chose me to represent the basketball team because I'm his best player."

"Pride comes before a fall, Nathan," his dad commented over his newspaper.

"Really, Mitchell," said Marsha crossly as she observed the crestfallen expression on her beloved son's face. "Nathan, you must show us the proofs when they're ready."

"Of course, Mom." Nate popped the last bit of toast into his mouth and stood up. "See you guys later!"

Not even his father's ominous words could put a damper on Nate's enthusiasm. He actually found himself whistling as he strolled into school. Foiling a pantsing attempt by a football player who was keen to follow in Leo and Gray's footsteps helped add to his cheerfulness.

It was merely the calm before the storm. The first sign that the yearbook photoshoot was not going to be the cheerful affair Nate anticipated was when Ryder Walsh, one of the junior varsity basketball players, interrupted Miss Morrison's class to collect Nate for his shoot.

"Do you have a letter of permission?" asked Miss Morrison. Nate gave her the letter Coach Reilly had written. "Alright, follow Ryder."

Nate picked up his sports bag with his basketball uniform inside and joined Ryder. "Why are you the one fetching me for the shoot?" he hissed once they were outside the classroom.

Ryder grinned. "Because I'm Dusty's photography assistant."

Nate stopped in his tracks. "Dusty? Dusty Jennings? Drew's cousin is the one who's going to be photographing me for the Athletes yearbook spread?"

"Oh, didn't you know?" Ryder asked innocently. "Dusty's a really talented photographer – you know he's applying to join the arts program at Columbia next year – that's why Principal Hartwell asked him to take the yearbook shots, to add to his portfolio."

Nate didn't need Ryder to tell him about Dustin Ross-Jennings. The teachers were all gaga over his supposed artistic talent. They seemed to believe he would help put McKinley High on the map in ways that sporting excellence couldn't. All the (mostly undeserved, in Nate's opinion) praise had clearly gone to the budding photographer's head, because he'd actually had the audacity to approach Nate and ask him to whether he would like to pose for some photos.

"You've got really good facial structure, you know," the impudent junior had informed him. "And your body's nothing short of fantastic. You'd make a really great subject for my camera, especially if you're willing to take your shirt off. So how about it, Nate?"

"You must be out of your ever-loving mind," an appalled Nate had responded, "if you think I'm going to pose for your jerk-off folder. Oh, I see right through you, Jennings! You can take your stupid camera and your stupid portfolio, and stuff them where the sun doesn't shine!"

Nate turned pale as he recalled this conversation, which had ended with a red-faced Dusty slinking off while Tripp and his football buddies, who'd overheard the exchange, sniggered. He was beginning to get a really bad feeling about the photoshoot.

Ryder led him, not to the gymnasium as he'd expected, but to the outdoor basketball court which lay in a copse of trees not far from the laboratory block. Dusty, a lanky, bespectacled 17-year-old with a passing resemblance to his cousin Drew, was already setting up his equipment. He looked up when he heard Ryder and Nate approaching.

"Thanks, Ryder. Hi, Nate. Glad to see you'll be posing for my camera after all."

Nate couldn't tell if Dusty was being sincere. He opted to reply simply, "Um, yeah."

"Okay, why don't you get changed into your basketball stuff over there in the corner, and then we'll be ready to get cracking ... or snapping, as the case may be." Dusty laughed at his own little joke, with Ryder joining in.

Nate stuttered, "Y-you want me to get ch-changed here?" He looked around him anxiously; they were outdoors on school property and it was broad daylight. Sure, there was a shield of trees between them and the nearest school building, which was the lab block. But he was able to make out the students conducting experiments in the first-floor lab through the tree trunks – that meant they would be able to see him too, if they bothered to look out of the windows.

"Well, I don't want to waste any more time so, yes, Nate. Is there a problem? It seems you're no stranger to stripping off in public these days."

Nate felt a stab of apprehension. Did Dusty know something? Had Drew told his cousin about Nate's enslavement?

If he was in on the scheme, Dusty didn't let on. "Come on, Nate. We haven't got all day. Ryder, could you help me with this?"

While the two younger boys tinkered with the camera equipment, Nate reluctantly walked over to the corner of the court and began changing as instructed. Swapping shirts was easy; the embarrassing part was when he had to take off his jeans and pull on the basketball shorts. He was painfully aware all he had on underneath was the thong, which bared his buttocks and didn't do much to conceal his genitals either through the black mesh.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled off his jeans in one fluid motion (he'd already taken the precaution of removing his shoes) and immediately pulled on the shorts he'd kept ready. The whole process took about five seconds, but they were a nerve-wracking five seconds for the studly slave boy. Slipping his shoes back on, he announced to the apparently oblivious Dusty that he was ready.

"Okay, let's get some stationary shots first. Here, catch." Dusty tossed a basketball to him. Nate almost lost his grip on the ball when Dusty added cheekily, "Interesting choice of underwear, by the way."

Without giving Nate a chance to respond to the snarky comment, Dusty continued, "Hold the ball in front of you. Yes, like that. Stop looking like you're headed for your execution. Smile. This is your court. This is where you shine. That's better." He snapped away with his camera from every angle.

"Okay, now try holding the ball with your left hand, and throw your right arm up behind your head. That's perfect. I didn't know you shaved your pits. Don't move! Shaving your body hair can actually work to your advantage in a photoshoot like this. Clean lines – that's what makes a great picture. Right, let's get some shots of you in action now. Dribble, shoot some hoops, whatever you feel like. Work up a sweat."

Despite the dig about his body hair, or lack thereof, Nate was still feeling pretty confident. Dusty was right; this was his court. He felt instinctively at home. Without fully realizing it he began to show off his fancy basketball moves. Dusty didn't make too many comments, just the occasional "Hold that pose" and "Great shot".

Soon enough there was a light sheen of sweat on his skin. That was when Dusty called for a timeout. "Take a breather, and then we'll move on to the shirtless shots."

Nate froze. "Sh-shirtless shots?"

"Yeah. That's not going to be a problem, is it? I know you turned me down once before but Drew said you'd had a change of mind since then and would be more than willing to do whatever I asked this time around."

Nate caught sight of Ryder's warning glare from behind Dusty. It was now abundantly clear that this photoshoot had been a setup by his tormentors. Still, being photographed shirtless would not be too bad, particularly in comparison to the photos Nate's masters had of him, although Nate did worry about these shirtless shots being published in the yearbook and revealing to everyone that not only did Nate shave off his body hair, but he also wore a nipple ring!

He managed to find his voice and give Dusty an answer. "No, it's not a problem. Should I, um, take it off now?"

"Yes, if you don't mind." Nate did mind, of course, but he didn't really have a choice. He pulled his basketball jersey over his head, very conscious of the midday sun glinting on his sweaty, ripped torso and the brass ring that was clipped to his left aureole. His shorts were hanging a little low on his hips, exposing the string waistband of his thong. He was going to hike his shorts up when he was stopped by Dusty.

"No, leave the shorts as they are. The girls will get a real kick out of that underwear you have on. Catchy nipple ring, too. And is that a marlin tattooed on your lower back? We'll need some shots from the back as well. Team spirit and all that. Right, take the position as before – arm behind head, ball in front. Perfect. Is the sun getting to you? You look a bit flushed. Never mind, we can pass it off as being a result of your physical exertions."

Dusty spent an inordinate amount of time snapping pictures of Nate shirtless. He seemed to be genuinely impressed by the basketball player's body. Nate, on the other hand, could not have been more ashamed. He prayed that these shots would not end up in the yearbook, especially the "action shot" of Nate dunking the ball – his shorts had slid further down in the shot and Nate was certain he was displaying the top quarter of his ass. There was no way the principal would approve that shot for the yearbook ... right?

"Okay, we're almost done." Dusty glanced at his watch. "We've got about eight minutes to lunch break, so we'll just finish up with the final shot: the artistic nude."

Nate wasn't sure he'd heard correctly. "Did you just say NUDE?"

Dusty nodded. "In a manner of speaking, yes. You won't be wearing any clothes, but you'll have the ball to cover your bits with. It's not for the yearbook, although I'll let the editors have a look at it – quite a clever play on the words `Athletes in Their Element', don't you think?"

Nate stared at him incredulously. "You've got to be kidding! You can't honestly believe I'm going to let you photograph me naked for the yearbook!"

"No," Dusty said patiently, "I just told you it's not for the yearbook pictorial. It's for my portfolio. This is my one chance to capture some artistic nudes, and I couldn't have asked for a better subject. You're not going to chicken out on me now, are you? Drew said that you'd be up for anything, that a couple of artistic nudes would be nothing compared to some of the other pictures you've taken."

Nate gulped. He discerned the thinly-veiled threat in Dusty's words. Whether Dusty himself was aware of it or not wasn't obvious. But Nate remembered that it was Drew's day of dominance over him and that he must've sent Ryder to check up on Nate to ensure he didn't act out of line. The idea of another guy, a younger guy, being admitted to the ranks of his masters terrified Nate. Yesterday Jessie Archer had learned about his slavery; he didn't want to risk having another person in the know.

Dusty was growing impatient. "Come on now, we've got seven – no, six minutes before lunch to get this done."

Some students came up to the court to eat their lunch, Nate recalled. He didn't want to be caught naked when they did. Delaying the inevitable wasn't going to help. Unhappily, he tugged his shorts down, keeping the ball pressed to his groin, and stepped out of them. He hesitated; did Dusty want him to remove the thong as well? Even the meager covering it offered seemed better than nothing!

"It's not going to be a nude shot if you're still wearing that," Dusty pointed out.

He had already come this far, Nate realized. It was just stupid to cling on to the thong when it was merely his most trivial protection from total nudity. And there were only about five minutes before the lunch bell rang! He hurriedly made up his mind and stripped off the thong.

Dusty surveyed his naked subject coolly. "No pubes," he noted. "That's convenient; it means you won't have to hold the ball quite so high up. You must do a fair bit of work on your glutes; I've never seen a butt quite so curvaceous before – at least not on a guy." This observation elicited a giggle from the watching Ryder. "Okay, we'll do the rear shot first. Hold the ball in front of your crack."

That meant baring his dick and balls, Nate thought. Sensing Nate's hesitation, Dusty added, "Oh, for god's sake! This isn't the time to be shy. Face away from the lab block if you must."

The lab block! Nate had completely forgotten about their proximity to it. He didn't have the time to ascertain if anyone was looking out of the first-floor lab windows. He just had to hope they wouldn't over the next five minutes.

& & & & &

Gabriel Vaughn was perplexed. He'd taught this Chemistry class for nearly a year now and he usually had their undivided attention, particularly the girls'. It helped that Gabriel was very young and attractive. News of his Valentine's Day engagement to his college girlfriend had provoked sighs of envy from female students and teachers alike. The girls in his classes normally hung on his every word, their gazes fixed on his handsome face framed by dark blond curls.

This morning, however, it appeared the girls had found a different distraction, outside the lab window. At first Gabriel was inclined to ignore it – Lord knows he had to keep a strict eye on the boys when they were handling dangerous chemicals! – but when Amy Winters let her beaker boil over, he knew he had a problem to deal with. Amy was his star student and she'd never ruined an experiment before.

"Alright, exactly what is going on here?" he said loudly. Amy and her classmates, who'd been crowding around the window and giggling in excitement, stepped back guiltily. Gabriel followed their line of vision and did a double-take.

There were three guys on the basketball court. It was difficult to positively identify them at this distance and with the trees obstructing the view, but one thing was obvious: one of the guys was naked.

"Alright," he said decisively. "There's only five more minutes before the bell, so you guys start clearing away. Anyone who hasn't finished their experiment can get the results from their friends but be sure to analyze them on your own. Kent!" A startled student jumped to his feet. "I'm putting you in charge. Make sure everything's cleaned and put away before you guys leave the lab." Gabriel waited only long enough for Kent to nod his understanding, and then he was out the door. Whatever tomfoolery was taking place on the court, he was going to get to the bottom of it.

The three boys on the basketball court didn't notice Gabriel approaching until he was almost upon them. "Can someone explain just what is going on here?" he demanded.

Nate was so stunned that he dropped the ball he was holding in front of his groin; it bounced away to a far corner. He frantically clasped both hands over his genitals.

"We're doing a shoot for the yearbook – a pictorial on `Athletes in Their Element'. We've all got permission slips if you want to see them." Gabriel gave the letters handed to him by Ryder a cursory glance.

"This seems to be in order, but it doesn't explain why Mr. Ramsey here is naked on school property. I doubt `Athletes in Their Element' was meant quite so literally."

"It was Nate's idea," Ryder piped up, glibly repeating the lie Drew had suggested in case a teacher stumbled across them. "He said that, since Dusty was already taking the shots for the yearbook, he might as well take the artistic nudes for his portfolio at the same time."

Gabriel turned towards Nate. "Is that true?"

Nate had been eyeing his sports bag, which had his clothes in it, but Ryder's outrageous lie had caught his attention. He saw the freshman glaring at him pointedly from behind Mr. Vaughn. "I – uh – yes. Yes, it was my idea, sir. I didn't think anyone would notice."

"Didn't think anyone would notice?" Gabriel repeated incredulously. "You're stark naked, outdoors and on school property!" He turned to Dusty and Ryder. "And what possessed the two of you to agree to this harebrained scheme? Half my Chemistry class just spent the past hour staring out the window and tittering." Nate's face burned with shame at this revelation.

"Most college applicants don't have the chance to take shots like these for their portfolios," Dusty explained. "When Nate made his offer, I leapt at it without thinking it through. I'm sorry, sir."

The kid seemed genuine enough. Gabriel decided to give him a free pass this time. "Well, I suppose there's no point in bothering Principal Hartwell over a matter like this. You guys haven't really hurt anybody; if anything it was probably quite the opposite for my female students." A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. "I'd appreciate it though, if the next time you guys want to conduct a naked photoshoot, you'll do it in the privacy of your homes?"

Dusty nodded. "Thank you, sir." The lunch bell rang in the distance.

"And Mr. Ramsey, if you don't mind putting your clothes on before the lunch crowd arrives and you inadvertently give them another free show? I never had you tagged as an exhibitionist before." Nate could not have turned any redder. He backed away towards his clothes, not wanting to show his bare butt to the teacher.

Gabriel started to walk away before turning back. "One more thing, Mr. Ross-Jennings. Some of the photos you took today might not be suitable for the yearbook, but it would be a shame not to share them nonetheless. Mr. Ramsey clearly won't have a problem with it, and I can think of a number of people who would appreciate a look through your portfolio." He raised his eyebrows at Nate, who was wearing only the mesh thong while scrambling to get into his jeans, and then walked off.

"Phew, that was a close one," muttered Dusty once Gabriel was out of earshot. "That was quick thinking, Ryder. Nate, you were fantastic. I'm sure these shots will turn out great. Ryder, do you mind helping me pack up my equipment?"

"Not at all," replied the freshman, shooting an evil grin at Nate and indicating he should get lost. Nate took the hint and slung his sports bag over his shoulder. He was still shaking after the close brush with authority. He wondered precisely how much the girls in Mr. Vaughn's class had seen. Not much, he hoped – they had been quite far away after all. His bigger concern right then was where Dusty would be publishing the proofs from his photoshoot. Nate recalled his mom asking at breakfast to see them when they were ready – he suspected she'd have a heart attack if she saw these photos of her naked son!

He headed into the cafeteria and got his lunch, but opted to eat it in the quad instead of amongst the student body. He was wary of a repeat of the previous day's incident (it wouldn't do to be pantsed while wearing a thong) and also, he couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was whispering and giggling about him.

He had intended to call Melanie after he finished his lunch, but a text message from Drew put that thought out of his mind.

The text read: `Nice job w d photoshoot, my cousin's rly plsed. Yor nxt task iz 2 arrange w Spencer 2 meet U @ yor hows @ 4:30 2day. Tell him U wnt 2 tlk. Don't tak no 4 an ans. I wnt 2 know U've set it up b4 d end of lunch. DJ.'

Nate stared at the message in dismay. He'd put the shameful episode where he'd had to seduce the gay lifeguard out of his mind. Now it seemed he was going to revisit it, and in his own home no less. Dejectedly, he rang Spencer's number (which Troy had keyed into his phone on Tuesday). He really hoped no one would answer but, alas, it was not to be.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Spence. It's me. Um, it's Nate." Nate struggled to imbue his voice with false cheer. He also had to keep a sharp lookout for anyone who might overhear the conversation.

"Nate! Man, I've been waiting to hear back from you for nearly two days now!"

"I'm sorry. I just ... I needed some time to wrap my head around what we did on Tuesday evening. It – it really blew my mind." Nate cringed at his own unfortunate choice of words. Using the phrase "blew my mind" to describe a blowjob: could he sound any more like a fag?

"Well, it was all very sudden," Spencer pointed out. "Honestly, I wasn't sure if you'd call me like you said you would."

"I said I would. Look, Spence, I've got to see you. There are things I want to talk over with you."

"I thought you'd never ask! Do you want to meet me this afternoon at the coffee shop on Fifth and Pine?"

"I can't ... make it ... there." Nate was aware of how lame that sounded. Then he had a flash of inspiration. "My car's giving me problems. Why don't you come to my place? My folks will be at work?" Nate's pretense of hopefulness was remarkably convincing.

"Okay, where do you live?"

"38, Hillcrest Drive. It's one of the exits on South Boulevard."

"Yeah, I know where it is. I've seen it on my way from campus to town. Number 38, did you say?"

"Yes. And can you make it around 4:30? Because I'm depending on a friend to drop me back home."

"Yeah, sure." There was a pause. "I'll see you then, at 4:30?"

"I can't wait," Nate replied with forced enthusiasm. "Bye."

He disconnected the call. So that was all set. He'd just invited a fag into his home to rape him. (He didn't believe for one second that this meeting had been ordered just for them to talk'.) He sent a text off to Drew saying he'd done as instructed. Then the bell rang, and Nate realized he still hadn't spoken to Melanie. He shook his head; she was going to have to wait. He couldn't help but note the tragic irony: he'd just blown off checking up on his girlfriend to arrange a clandestine rendezvous with his boyfriend'. How fucked up had his life become in the course of less than a week?

& & & & &

Nate got home from school at 3:28 and Drew drove up while he was still unlocking his front door.

"Well, slave boy, it looks like it's just you and me for the next one hour, so you can lose the clothes." Nate obediently stripped naked. "If you want a bite to eat I suggest you take care of that now because once we get started, you're not going to have a moment to yourself. There's a busy day ahead for you."

Nate immediately went into the kitchen and rummaged around in the fridge, where he found some leftover lasagna. As he ate, he wondered what Drew had in the bag he'd brought with him. No doubt some gadget to add to Nate's suffering.

Once he had eaten and washed up, he went looking for the nerdy senior and found him in his bedroom. Drew was standing on a chair, having removed the grating from a vent on the wall that ran perpendicular to Nate's bed, and was fiddling with something in there.

"Couldn't have found a better spot for the camera," Drew informed him as he walked in. "I think it'll cover most of the room and, most importantly, all of the bed."

"What's all this for?" asked Nate with a tremor in his voice, even though he had a pretty good idea.

"To record your first time, of course. I would've thought you'd want to immortalize your deflowering on film."

"But I'm not –"

Drew waved his hand dismissively. "Spencer doesn't know that. As far as he's concerned, you're an innocent, pure virgin." He laughed. "Couldn't be further from the truth but hey! As long as you're able to convince him it's your first time getting butt-fucked."

"You want me to bring Spencer up to my bedroom and ask him to fuck me? Christ! He's not going to fall for it. I tell him we needed to talk, and then somehow launch into full-on butt-sex? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?"

"You'll find a way," Drew assured him. "You always do. Don't you normally have sex on your first encounter with girls? Sex on the second encounter should be a piece of cake for you. And at least it'll be easier to achieve than my original suggestion to Troy, where you lost your `virginity' to Spencer on the kitchen island. Right, that should do it." He fixed the grating back into place and jumped down from the chair.

"Why don't you lie on the bed, and we'll test out the camera?" he told a still stupefied Nate. He whipped a notebook computer out from his bag and began typing away on the keyboard.

Nate lay on the bed, trying to figure out how he was going to approach his latest dilemma. The fact that another man was going to violate his ass right here in his own bedroom was bad enough, but having to convince him to do so ... that was a whole new ballgame of torment.

"Just as I thought," Drew crowed in delight as he watched the computer screen. "A perfect, full-length profile view. If you put your legs up above your head, there'll be no mistaking the dick fucking your hole. Yeah, that's what you're going to do. Got it?"

Nate nodded miserably.

"Now to get some audio. Can't guarantee perfect synchrony with the visual, of course, but beggars can't be choosers ... now let me see ... where can I? Ah!" He dashed over to the bedside lamp and stuck a gadget Nate recognized from Tuesday evening on the inside of the lampshade. "Let's test this as well, shall we? You say something. How you're such a slut. How you need both your holes stuffed with dick."

"I – I'm a slut who needs both his holes stuffed with dick," Nate repeated, feeling humiliated.

Then Drew played it back on his computer and had a fit of giggles while Nate turned a darker shade of crimson.

"Priceless," declared Drew, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes. "Gosh, is that the time? Spencer will be here in about ten minutes. Right, I've got to get packed and out of here. I expect to see you at Troy's later. We can't go over to my place because my folks will be home, but Troy kindly offered his place, so ... 6:30 sharp. Don't be late."

Nate was struck by something all of a sudden. "Wait! Bobby! The window! He'll see me getting fucked."

"What? Oh, right. I forgot to mention Bobby sent me a text. He's tied up with some afterschool activity till 5:30 and asked that you postpone your jerk-off show to 6:00. So don't worry about Bobby finding out about your well-used backdoor, though if you're smart you'll finish up with Spencer no later than 5:30. Adios, bitch." And with that parting remark he swept out of the room.

Nate got up from the bed. Spencer would arrive any minute now, and he had just an hour to get him from talking to fucking. It wasn't going to be easy, and he was going to need all the help he could get.

And so, for the first time in his life, Nate found himself dressing up provocatively of his own volition. He found his cargo pants and pulled them on with no underwear beneath. They hung very low on his hips, showing off the defined V of his Apollo's belt at the front and about two delicious inches of butt crack at the back. He considered putting on a shirt and then thought the better of it. Though he hated to admit it, he knew his success rate at seduction tended to increase exponentially with the amount of bare skin he displayed.

He looked around the room, trying to decide what else he could do to improve his chances of luring Spencer to his bed. Candles! Chicks seemed to have some fascination with them and he guessed gay guys, sissies that they were, might enjoy the same. He dashed downstairs to the cupboard where his mom kept candles and grabbed a few. On his way back to his room he spotted the vase of red roses on the foyer table. His mom wouldn't miss a couple of stalks, surely. These were added to his provisions. He couldn't believe he was putting more thought and romance into seducing a gay guy than he ever had with the multitude of girls he'd slept with.

He'd just finished lighting the candles (placed judiciously around the room) and started on sprinkling the rose petals on his bed when he heard a car drive up. Looking out the window he saw Spencer alighting from his truck. Tossing the last few petals on the bed, he hurried back down to the foyer just as Spencer rang the bell.

"Hey, Na–" Spencer paused midsentence, his jaw dropping at the half-naked hunk who answered the door. "Wow. I mean, can I come in?"

"Sure," replied Nate, stepping aside to let him in. He could feel himself trembling but he hoped Spencer would chalk it up to nervousness at his `first' time. "Shall we go up to my room?"

"Yeah, whatever you think best." Spencer was still a bit dazed. This sex god was not only gay, but of all the guys he could choose from, he wanted Spencer! He swallowed hard as Nate's exposed butt crack came into his line of sight when he was being led upstairs. Fuck, how much hotter could this guy get without bursting into flame?

Spencer didn't even notice his surroundings until he was inside Nate's room. "Candles ... and rose petals? Is this all for me?"

"Of course it's for you!" Nate grabbed Spencer by his shirt lapels and planted a wet, hot kiss on him. Meeting his faux boyfriend's green-eyed gaze, Nate whispered, in a tone that sent shivers (of the good kind) down Spencer's back, "I want you so bad."

Spencer groaned. His dick was rock hard in his pants, and he wanted nothing more than to throw this fine piece of man-meat on the bed and have his way with him. But he had come here to discuss some very important matters with Nate, and he couldn't let his lust distract him from that goal.

"Nate, I want you too. But you called me here to talk and ... we have so much to discuss! How you're going to deal with your sexuality, and coming out, and where this – thing between us is headed ..."

"There'll be plenty of time to talk later ... right now I want you to do something I've waited forever for. I want you to be the first guy to make love to me."

Spencer's eyes widened and his dick gave another lurch in his pants. He tried to remain cool and managed, just. "Nate, you don't want to take a big step like that without thinking it through first."

"I HAVE thought about it ... God knows how often I've thought about it! How your dick will feel, entering me for the first time in my life. How you'll hold me whilst we make love." Nate himself was stunned by the drivel he was spouting; where on earth had this sprung from? It must be his survival instincts talking. He could see Spencer teetering on the edge between reason and lust. It was time to give him that final push firmly towards the latter. Nate pushed down his shorts and stepped out of them.

"Nate, I –" Spencer was at a loss for words. Christ, he was magnificent. Every inch of him was perfect. He lost the battle to remain calm.

Spencer didn't remember how they got there, but suddenly the two of them were on Nate's bed and Nate was helping him off with his clothes. Spencer was down to his very tight (and bulging) navy boxer-briefs before he snapped out of his daze.

"Nate, this isn't going as easy as it might seem in gay porn. In fact, it's going to hurt. Probably more than a little bit. And especially when you're a virgin, I – well, I don't mean to brag, but I'm not exactly small. Are you sure you want to go through with this?"

Nate bit his lip. Would Spencer be able to tell that Nate was anything but an anal virgin? His hole wasn't gaping open anymore, but it was still a bit loose after spending the night with a dildo up there. Actually, Nate realized suddenly, that might work in his favor ...

"I'm ready," he told Spencer. "Ever since I discovered how big you were, I've been trying to prepare myself for this. The dildo I have is almost as large as you, and I've been practicing with it. I even spent last night sleeping with it inside me."

This information was greeted by Spencer with a look of amazement mixed with appreciation. "You've really been looking forward to this, haven't you?"

Nate nodded with as much fake enthusiasm as he could muster. "Now will you please not keep me waiting much longer?"

Spencer laughed. "Alright then, tiger. But I'm going to prep you properly first. I don't care how much practice you've had; I'm going to do this right. Where's your lube?"

"The bedside drawer," Nate replied. As Spencer crawled over him to retrieve the lube, his huge dick swung in front of Nate's face. Nate swallowed at the sheer size of it. It wasn't that much longer than the dildo, of course, but this was a real, live dick. Spencer would bring the number of men who'd anally violated Nate to a round half-dozen. Nate shut his eyes, distressed by the thought.

"You relax, okay," Spencer told him. "I'll be really, really gentle. I promise you'll enjoy it."

Nate severely doubted that, but he couldn't express it out loud. He felt something warm and wet probe his hole. In spite of himself Nate had to concede that it did feel rather good. His dick began to stir. Then his brow furrowed. Wait a minute, that wasn't a lube-coated finger entering his asshole. His eyes snapped open. Spencer's face was buried between Nate's thighs with his tongue rimming Nate's hole.

"What're you doing?!" Nate exclaimed in shock.

Spencer looked up from his rimming with a grin. "I take it you've never been rimmed before. Trust me, it's an incredible feeling. I can't think of a better way to prep you for your first time." He returned to work.

"But – I – you can't –" Nate was flummoxed. He recalled Troy's warning never to let Spencer pleasure him; it was always to be the other way around. But he couldn't very well tell Spencer to stop now – he was bound to smell a rat. Nate's eyes went to the camera hidden in the vent, recording every moment of this sexual encounter. Maybe he could persuade Drew to edit out the rimming before Troy saw it ... he wasn't sure how he was going to achieve that but it was either that or another cruel punishment of Troy's concoction, and he didn't fancy the latter in the least.

Spencer suddenly stuck his tongue all the way into Nate's hole, making him moan in bliss. God this was such a depraved sex act ... but his dick was at full mast. He truly was sinking deeper and deeper into the cesspit of sexual deviancy. He knew it for certain when Spencer finally stopped tonguing his hole ... and Nate was overcome by the desire to tell him to stick it back in.

"I think you're almost ready now," Spencer said to him. "I'll just use a couple of fingers to loosen you up and then we'll be good to go." He kissed Nate's inner thigh lightly; Nate thought he experienced a strange, fluttering sensation in the pit of his stomach – but he must have imagined it. Surely these little gestures of affection from another man wouldn't induce such sensations in him, a straight male in spite of everything he'd undergone over the past week.

Spencer was removing the two well-lubed fingers he'd gently worked into Nate's hole. He brought his condom-sheathed dick to Nate's hole and pressed lightly against his anal ring.

"This is it, baby. Relax; don't tense your ass muscles or it'll hurt when I push in. If there's a point where you want me to stop, tell me immediately, okay? Okay." Spencer exhaled deeply and pushed in. His dick slipped past Nate's anal ring with little resistance.

Nate whimpered a little as Spencer's dick went deeper into his ass. "It's going to be fine, baby," Spencer whispered. "I promise. You're fantastic, you know that? You are such a perfect man. I think I'm falling in love." He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Nate's.

Nate felt that same strange sensation in his stomach again and couldn't understand it. He couldn't possibly be affected by the sentimental declarations of some fag, right? The very fact that he was in this position proved he was not a "perfect man" – if he was still a man at all, and not the pathetic, slutty fag his tormentors were trying to make him into. Nate was utterly confused. He didn't know what to think, and soon his bewilderment would be compounded by an unlikely happening.

Nate first felt the telltale tightening of his balls as Spencer fucked him with deep but tender strokes. Initially he couldn't believe it. He hadn't been given one of Troy's little blue pills. It was inconceivable that he might orgasm from getting fucked up the ass without any drug stimuli.

By the time Nate accepted that an orgasm was inevitable, it was too late to stop it. His dick began to twitch and then, before he knew it, he was spewing his copious load all over himself, as far up as his neck.

The sight of Nate ejaculating drove Spencer over the edge as well and he grunted as he shot his load deep inside his lover's ass.

"Oh fuck," he panted, collapsing next to Nate in a sweaty tangle of limbs. "That was mind-blowing. I've never made another guy cum like that. You must've really enjoyed it." He rolled over onto his side to face Nate and softly stroked his cheek. He thought it was cute that Nate was blushing so bashfully (as he misinterpreted Nate's abject humiliation at what had just happened). "I'm really honored that you wanted me to be your first. You were great the whole time. Now let's get you cleaned up."

Nate was about to tell him there was a box of tissues on the bedside table, but Spencer had other ideas. He leaned over Nate's chest and began to lap up the cum spattered there. "Mmm, you do taste as good as you look."

Nate was in too much mental turmoil to protest as Spencer gave his chest a tongue bath, licking up every last drop of cum.

"Maybe we should take a shower together, to wash off all this sweat ... and maybe go for round two?" suggested Spencer when he was done, absentmindedly tracing Nate's nipple with his finger.

Nate was spared from replying by the sound of a car coming up the driveway. He glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was 5:42. The sex had lasted over an hour! That snapped him out of his daze. "Shit! That must be my mom. You've got to go!"

"Huh? But we were supposed to talk things over afterwards!"

"Spencer, please! My mom doesn't know about us, about me. She'd freak if she found out this way. I'll talk to you later, I promise. Now please go," begged Nate.

The desperation in Nate's eyes got to Spencer. "Okay," he agreed, "but we're going to have this talk, and in person. You call me, as soon as you can."

"Yes, yes," Nate said as he frantically pulled on his clothes. He ran over to the window and opened it to dispel the aroma of sex that hung heavily in the air. He noted with relief that Bobby Rawlins didn't appear to be in his room; presumably he was still on his way home. He blew out the candles before gathering them up and hiding them under the bed to be taken care of later. The rose petals, now rather worse for wear, went into the wastepaper basket.

"Are you done?" Nate hissed urgently at Spencer, who in his opinion was taking far too long to button up his shirt. "My mom will be here any second now!"

Right on cue, he heard his mom calling from downstairs. "Nathan, there's a car in the driveway; are you having someone over?"

"Yes, Mom!" Nate yelled back. "He's just about to leave." He added in a low voice to Spencer, "Come on."

Spencer grabbed his hand. "Wait. There's one last thing." He kissed the younger guy passionately. "Now I'm done," he announced with a smile.

Nate gritted his teeth and forced himself to smile before leading Spencer downstairs. Marsha appeared from the lounge just as he was about to show Spencer out.

"Oh, hello there," Marsha greeted the handsome, if rather flustered, houseguest. "Nathan, aren't you going to introduce your friend to me?"

"Uh, right. Mom, this is Spencer. Spencer, this is my mom."

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs. Ramsey," Spencer said, extending his hand to Marsha.

"It's nice to meet you too, Spencer," replied Marsha, shaking his hand.

"Spencer has to be somewhere urgently, Mom," said Nate pointedly. He gave Spencer a nudge with his foot.

"Er, that's right. Sorry to cut and run like this but I really need to be back at college by six. It was really nice meeting you though, and I'm sure I'll see you again soon." Spencer bowed his head slightly to Marsha, said a brief goodbye to Nate, and exited the house.

"What a lovely young man," observed Marsha as Nate shut the door behind Spencer. "Why did you chase him out like that?"

"I didn't chase him out, you heard what he said. He had to leave."

"Yes, after you practically kicked him in the shin," retorted Marsha. "Yes, I saw that; you weren't very subtle. I would have really liked to talk to him. You so rarely have friends over, especially since the Powells moved away to Fort Belvoir."

"Thanks, Mom," rejoined Nate sarcastically. "You make me out to be some social hermit. If you must know, I asked Spencer to leave because I was afraid you'd ask him all sorts of embarrassing questions."

"Oh really, Nathan," said his mom dismissively. "What embarrassing questions would I have asked? I would just have talked to him about his family, his studies, how the two of you know each other ... I thought he seemed like a thoroughly pleasant young man."

Thoroughly pleasant? Nate thought viciously to himself that Marsha's opinion of Spencer would change dramatically if she learned he was a filthy faggot who'd just raped her son.

He looked at the grandfather clock; it was coming up to six o'clock. He was supposed to jerk off for Bobby at 6:00 and get over to Troy's by 6:30. Excusing himself, he ran up to his room and locked the door. Sure enough, Bobby was at his window, camera at the ready. Wearily, Nate stripped off and climbed onto his desk. After his last orgasm barely half an hour ago, it took him a while to even get hard, but he managed by thrusting a couple of fingers up his butt.

The show over, he got dressed again and went downstairs, pausing only to tell his mother he was going to a friend's place and to save some dinner for him. Then he drove to Craven Heights and let himself in through the garden gate to Troy's playhouse. He was nearly ten minutes late, but Drew didn't mention it. He'd been watching the feed from the hidden camera in Nate's bedroom and he had a lot to say about that.

"I couldn't believe you came from having a guy fuck you! Dude, that was twisted! Are you sure you're not gay? And was Spencer really eating out your ass? That was sick but cool at the same time."

"Drew, you've got to do me a favor, man. You've got to edit that bit out of the video. Troy will kill me if he finds out I let Spencer rim me."

Drew's eyes narrowed. "Why would I want to do that? What's in it for me?"

Nate knew he had to throw himself on Drew's mercy. "Please, Drew. I'm begging you man. I can't take anymore of the stuff Troy can dish out. He's almost as bad as Owen. Just do me this one favor and I'll do whatever you want."

"Well ... I suppose the video feed is a bit choppy ... no one will notice if I do a bit of editing. And the audio's not very well synchronized, so there's that. But if I agree to do this, then you've got to do a couple of things for me."

"Anything!" Nate was certain that whatever Drew came up with couldn't be half as bad as what Troy was capable of.

"Okay, firstly, you've got to continue helping out my cousin Dusty with his portfolio. You'll be available to him on my day of the week. Any shots he asks of you, you'll agree to."

Nate thought quickly. Artistic nudes were probably the extent of a college application portfolio, and Dusty wouldn't dare to make him those shots on school property again. So agreeing to Drew's first condition should be pretty safe. He nodded his assent.

"The second thing I want you to do is ... repeat what Spencer did to you, only on me. I want you to rim my ass."

Nate blanched. He hated rimming. But it was not like he hadn't done it before ... "Okay."

Drew grinned. "Then we have a deal."

Five minutes later, they were both naked, and Drew was seated in a chair with his legs spread wide, while Nate was kneeling on the floor between them with his tongue stuck in Drew's crack.

"Oh, yeah. Fuck yeah. Get your tongue in there, bitch!"

"I see you've discovered the joys of rimming, bud."

Nate jerked his head up in shock – he hadn't heard the door open and he certainly hadn't seen Troy enter the playhouse – but Drew was quick to force his head back down between his surprisingly muscular thighs with their light dusting of brown hair.

"Don't stop, bitch," he growled. To Troy he added, "You should've said how fucking good this felt!"

Troy grinned; he was pleased to see Drew really getting into treating Nate as their bitch. "Oh yeah? So how'd Spencer's deflowering' of our virginal' slut here go?"

"Great. Better than great." Drew paused to push Nate's face even deeper into his butt crack. "Spence fucked a load out of him," he explained.

Troy's eyebrows shot up. "Well, well. Guess the little slut enjoyed himself after all." He smacked Nate's raised ass. "Bet you were waiting for that, huh? A big dick to really hit the spot?"

Nate's face might have been obscured by Drew's thighs, but the red tinge of shame spread very visibly from the top of his ears to his broad shoulders. Troy's grin grew wider. He knew that, for Nate, having to sexually service other guys was distressing enough, but having to pretend it was what he craved, as he had to do with Spencer, was an even greater source of mental anguish. So to have an orgasm while being anally penetrated by a gay guy, and without even being drugged to excuse it ... Troy was certain Nate was never going to be able to justify it to himself. The shame would be eating away at him inside. Turning Nate's own prejudices against him was sweet – Troy thought wistfully how much better life as an out gay man in small-town Virginia would be if only he could exact a similar punishment on all the other homophobes out there!

However, as much as he reveled in the subjugated stud's anguish, Troy also couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance coupled with – yes – jealousy. Spencer had presumably shown a great deal of tenderness in guiding Nate through his `first' time if the bitch had cum without the aid of any drug, and that simply wouldn't do. He kneeled down behind Nate and pried apart his buttcheeks to view his vulnerable hole.

"I can't believe Spencer actually bought that you were a virgin. Not with a sloppy hole like this!" He rammed two fingers into Nate's hole simultaneously; it would have hurt a lot more had he not still been well-lubricated from Spencer's fuck.

"The bitch said he practiced with the dildo," smirked Drew. Nate grunted into Drew's ass as Troy began to wriggle his fingers around inside his hole. "And I bet it was hard to think clearly when our boy here playing the temptress."

"Did he let Spencer suck him off or anything like that?" asked Troy.

Nate's eyes met Drew's over his genitalia as he wordlessly pleaded with him to remember their deal. "No," replied Drew at last, "Nate just got fucked."

"Yeah? Well, next time he can eat out Spencer's ass just like he's doing yours now. We'll make a good slut out of him yet! Speaking of sluttiness ... this hole is just begging for more. How'd you feel about another finger, slut?"

Nate whimpered into Drew's ass. The contrast to Spencer's gentle finger-fuck could not have been starker.

Troy laughed. "Why am I even bothering to ask?" He added a third finger to the two already fucking Nate's hole. "You should get Nate to do that ... that's part of the whole idea of having a bitch."

"What? Oh yeah." Drew, who'd begun to absentmindedly stroke his hard dick, tapped Nate on the head. "You heard Troy, bitch. Get your hand around my dick now."

Nate hesitated for a second too long. Troy slapped him hard across the left buttcheek. "When you hear an order from one of your masters, you obey immediately! Otherwise, you can start thinking of how you're gonna explain all the dirt we've got on you to the entire school!"

Nate hastily reached up for Drew's dick and started to pump it. Drew reclined further back into his chair, clasping the back of his head in both hands, and moaned.

"Say, Drew, buddy. Do you mind if I fuck the slut? I think he needs something more substantial up his ass."

"Knock yourself out," mumbled Drew as he groaned in ecstasy at the magnificent sensations around his dick and asshole.

Without missing a beat, Troy continued to finger-fuck Nate as he unzipped his jeans with his free hand and fished out his rapidly stiffening dick. Then, he rummaged in his jeans pocket for a condom packet, which he tore open with his teeth. As soon as his dick was sheathed in the condom, he pulled his fingers out from Nate's hole and replaced them with his dick before the hole was able to contract. In an instant, he had the entire seven inches buried in Nate's ass.

Nate's shriek was muffled by Drew's ass. "Oh come now, don't be a pussy. You just had a bigger dick up your ass and THIS is hurting you? Or are you only hot for the monster schlongs, now that you've had a taste of them?" taunted Troy as he began to fuck Nate in long, smooth strokes.

Nate couldn't answer even if he'd wanted to. Instead he just blinked back the tears of despair and frustration. He had his hand around another man's dick, his tongue rimming out the guy's hole, and his ass was being pounded by a second guy, all the while being recorded on tape ... Nate felt like a cheap hooker. No, worse actually – because at least hookers got paid for their services.

As if to cement Nate's miserable, lowly opinion of himself, Drew came with a loud groan. The incredible feeling of having his ass rimmed guaranteed one of Drew's most powerful climaxes. The first arc leapt over Nate's head and spattered onto his lower back. A second load splashed the back of his shoulders, and he only just managed to close his eyes before the last two shots made contact with the top of his head and face.

"Wow," panted Drew, coming down from his sexual high. "Fuck that was good. This rimming shit is the bomb."

"Well, don't let the results go to waste," reminded Troy as he continued to pound away at Nate's rear. Drew looked perplexed, until Troy looked pointedly at the cum stains on Nate's back.

"Oh, yeah." Drew reached over to scoop up some of his cum. "Okay, you've eaten enough ass for today, here's something to quench your thirst instead." He offered his cum-covered hand for Nate to lick.

Nate stopped his tonguing of Drew's ass with some relief; even consuming another man's cum was a step up from rimming in his opinion! He obediently sucked Drew's hand clean. Then, at Drew's urging, he used his hand to mop up the cum remaining on his body and licked that clean as well.

"Gosh, you do have a long tongue," observed Drew. "I never noticed that before."

"And don't forget those pouty, blowjob lips," Troy interjected. He was enjoying a slow fuck of Nate's tight hole, but that wasn't going to stop him from getting his digs in. "He's basically just doing what he was born to, isn't that right, you little slut?"

Drew snickered. "You know how you could put that long tongue of yours to good use? Give me a tongue bath. Your rimjob's made me all sweaty." He stood up and pushed the chair away. Then he lay flat on the floor, so that his body formed a T with Nate's. His torso lay directly beneath above Nate's head.

Seeking to assert his authority in front of Troy, Drew refused to be swayed by Nate's pathetic, cum- and tear-stained face. "Get a move on, he ordered, "you can start with my pits."

Choking back a sob, Nate leaned down and started lapping at the sweaty tangle of hair in Drew's armpit. By the time he was done licking the sweat from Drew's body, the nerdy jock was hard again. Troy, meanwhile, had just finished shooting his load inside Nate.

"Damn, fucking the bitch sure would feel good right about now, but I'm too pooped to get up to do it," complained Drew, glossing over the fact that, if anyone had the right to complain about exhaustion, it was the bitch in question.

"Oh, you don't have to get up," Troy told him. "This is a chance for Nate to show you what he's learned in Slut 101: how to ride a guy's dick. Isn't that right, slut? Open wide." He emptied the cum from his condom into Nate's mouth.

"I'm gonna grab a shower, but in the meantime: Nate, you impale yourself on Drew's dick. You've got a condom? Good." He started stripping for his shower.

A thoroughly worn out Nate squatted over Drew's crotch. All he wanted was for this nightmarish day to be over – and he'd thought the week couldn't get any worse! He began to gingerly lower himself onto Drew's hard dick. His asshole put up only a token resistance and Drew's dick slipped inside him easily enough. But it seemed this wasn't good enough for Troy.

"Jeez, you call that an impalement? I'll show you how it's done ..." Troy grabbed Nate by his shoulders and gave him a hard shove downwards. Nate shrieked as Drew's dick was buried balls-deep in his ass.

Troy rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake!" He picked up the pair of briefs he'd just discarded and stuffed them into Nate's mouth. "Suck on that for a while. When I come out of the shower I want to see you riding Drew's dick like there's no tomorrow." He added to Drew, "Enjoy, bud."

Over the next twenty minutes Nate fucked himself on Drew's dick, bouncing up and down on the rigid pole and feeling more like a cheap whore than ever. At the end of that time, just as a freshly showered Troy came out of the bathroom in a towel, Drew had his second orgasm of the evening and of course, Nate had to consume the results. At this rate he would eat more cum than proper food.

"Do you want to grab a shower while I talk to the slut about his next move with Spencer?" asked Troy. Drew agreed that was a good suggestion and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Troy alone with the tearful Nate.

"Let's see, how should we go about this?" Troy mused aloud. "I really hate giving you even a moment's rest." Then he snapped his finger. "I know! You do crunches while I talk. I'm pretty sure you've been letting yourself slide on the exercise, and it would be a real shame if that physique of yours goes to seed. I mean, all you've got is The Body and not much else."

Nate forced himself to do the crunches, even though what he really wanted to do was curl up and cry. As he worked up a sweat, Troy explained how he was going to go about appeasing Spencer.

"You'll arrange to meet Spence tomorrow night. Make the venue his dorm room."

Nate timidly asked, "But what about his roommate? I mean, assuming he shares the room?"

"He does, but his roommate's my sister's boyfriend, and I know for a fact that Brody leaves on Friday evenings to spend the weekend at his folks'. The two of you will have the place to yourselves, which is good since you'll be screwing like bunnies."

"But I don't know if I can convince him to have sex again!" whined Nate. "He made it very clear he wants us to talk about ... my sexuality ... and our ... relationship ..."

Troy chuckled at Nate's obvious shame when he talked about his sexuality' and his relationship' with Spencer. "Fucking doesn't preclude talking," he pointed out. "You can talk first for all I care, as long as you bring him around to fucking you in as many holes and as many times as he can in one night."

"Oh, and by the way, I've been rounding up some clothes in that box over there for you. Not new clothes; stuff guys on the team don't want anymore. I can think of a number of things in there that you'll look good in, like the knit vest you're going to wear to school tomorrow. You'll combine it with the purple waistcoat and the really worn jeans which are also inside the box. Oh, and wear a jock – the blue one. Who knows, you may just set a fashion trend."

He made Nate continue the sit-ups until Drew emerged from the shower, a towel slung low on his hips. The nerdy jock took pity on Nate, who looked like he was about to pass out. "Maybe we should cut Nate a break. I don't want to ruin him on my day; I don't think Owen will appreciate a washed-out bitch tomorrow."

Troy shrugged. "I suppose you're right. You heard your master, slut. Get up and get out. Take the box of clothes with you. And remember to call Spencer before you go to bed."

For the second time that week, Nate staggered out of Troy's playhouse naked, this time with a cardboard box of clothes in his arms. He spent nearly half an hour sitting in his car before he felt sufficiently strong to commandeer the car home. His mom was stunned to see him entering the house in such a state.

"My goodness, Nathan! What have you been doing? You look exhausted. Do you want me to help you with that box?"

"No! I can manage. I think I must've overexerted myself at the gym."

"I thought you said you were going to a friend's?"

"Huh, what?" Nate realized his error and quickly covered. "Oh yeah, I did go to his place but we got done sooner than expected with the assignment, so I thought I'd hit the gym on the way home. If you don't mind I'm going to hit the shower first, before dinner. I couldn't go to the gym's because I didn't have my sports bag with me."

"Yes, you do that," agreed Marsha. "You do smell a bit ripe. When you're done you can come down and have the plate I kept for you."

Nate nodded and trotted up the stairs, trying his hardest not to walk with the limp caused by his sore asshole. The shower revived him somewhat, but he still knew he was going to have an early night. It was just as well he didn't have any schoolwork due the next day. After dinner, which he ate alone since his parents had already eaten, he went up to his room and fell into a tired heap on his bed. His eyes were drooping shut when he remembered he was supposed to call Spencer.

Swearing under his breath, Nate made sure his parents were still watching television in the lounge before making the call to Spencer from his bathroom. (He didn't want to risk being overheard by one of his parents.)

"Nate?" said Spencer immediately upon picking up his phone.

"Yeah, it's me. Listen, I'm sorry about how I chased you out this afternoon, I know it upset you –"

"Already forgotten," Spencer assured him. "I was mainly upset because it wasn't how I wanted your first time to end."

Nate didn't know what to say to that. "Um, look, I really want to talk to you. You know, discuss all those things you mentioned: my sexuality, our relationship ... Can we meet somewhere tomorrow night?"

"Well, the coffee shop on Fifth and Pine is open pretty late –"

Nate interrupted. "Somewhere more private than that; I really don't want to spill my guts to you in a shop full of people."

"Oh, right. Sorry, wasn't thinking. I suppose your place is out of the question because your folks will be home, so that leaves mine. My roommate will have left for the weekend by nine; do you want to swing by then?"

"That would be great," replied Nate. "What's your room number?"

"I tell you what, I'll meet you down in the dorm lobby and we'll go up to my room together. It's the Bridgewater dorms, at the far end of Riverside Drive. Do you know your way there?"

"Yeah, I know Riverside Drive. Anyway, I've got Sat Nav and your number if I run into any trouble. I'll see you at nine tomorrow then?"

"Okay." A pause. "Love you."

Nate, without thinking, rejoined, "Love you too."

To be continued ...

Postscript: ------------

Are things finally looking up for our beleaguered stud muffin? Or is this all just a sadistic author's plot to give hope where there is none? I'd love to hear your thoughts about the new chapter and your suggestions for the future of this story. I've got most of it mapped out, so I'm afraid I can't always use your suggestions, but some of you will have noticed I've incorporated your ideas into the story, albeit not in the way you quite expected. (Case in point: Nate gets raped by Tripp.) You can find my email address at the top of this page if you want to get in contact with me. I can't promise to reply every email, but I will try my best. And lastly (and belatedly), Happy Easter to all of you who celebrate it.

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