This story is a continuation of Matt Smith's (matterotica@hotmail.co.uk) fantastic story, 'Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person'. I had often wondered what transpired directly after Jack storms away in the park. This was initially going to be a one-off, but while writing, I have decided to continue the tale that was left untold between Chapter 19, and the '6 Months Later' epilogue we see in Chapter 20. So, for those of you who have wondered what happened in the 6 months after Jack cut his puppet strings...here it is!
I would like to thank Matt Smith for creating the characters in the first place; and for his invaluable advice, input and suggestions which made this sequel possible. Especially discussing his characters' motivations and psychology with me. Please read his story first if you haven't already!
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/jack-hamilton/
An additional special thanks goes out to Jasper Cooper (jax.cooper@yahoo.com) for his input, especially having to do with the kinkier stuff. You can read his amazing story 'The Downfall of Nate Ramsey', the inspiration for Jack Hamilton!, here:
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/downfall-of-nate-ramsey/
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As Davis got off the phone with Tyler Noleff, who was currently in Holmepoint Hospital getting stitches and his dislocated shoulder set, he began pacing back and forth in the kitchen. He told Tyler under no circumstances was he to press charges against Elliott Farnsworth. If he did that, Jack would no doubt find out, and it would not be too long that the truth followed. All of the truth. Jack would never speak to him again, if he knew that he intervened. Davis couldn't bear the thought of his younger brother hating and disowning him. He also told Tyler that Elliott was now off limits. Davis was convinced that Elliott had more than his share of comeuppance and now fully understood what he put Jack through, and then some. The boy's life was destroyed. Good. The same was true for Bryce. Ben, on the other hand....well, Davis was just getting started. Initially, during their talk - the day after Jack left them at the club, Davis actually felt sorry for the youngest of Jack's rapists....that is, he could UNDERSTAND him and why he participated.
"This was how I dealt with an issue that made my life hell!", Ben had told him back in September.
Along the way, things changed, however. Davis had come to find out that Ben actually PLANNED all of it out. The entire mess was his idea from the start! As the days went on, and Jack began to go all freak-city, Davis began to put the blame on Ben most of all. He took it easy on him initially because he was young. That was a mistake. Age aside, Davis was now convinced that Ben was a true sociopath and a danger to others. Whatever misplaced sympathy Davis had for Ben was gone....stripped away. There was no excuse for what he did. Only part of what Davis planned had to do with pure punishment, though. He HAD to be taught a lesson as well. That was the biggest reason he had his friend's younger brother, Frankie, bully him in school. Ben needed to be put in his place. Any confidence he got after raping Jack was ill earned, and Ben did not deserve to reap a single benefit from it. He HAD to become the scared, loner boy he was BEFORE he raped Jack. It was the only way to make things square, and Davis was going to make sure that happened. Davis hated bullies, and it was true that he was devastated to find out that his own brother was one. Ben did not deserve it. Davis still maintained that. After blackmailing Jack, though....and sexually assulting him for TEN DAYS....AND finding out that he was the mastermind....well, Ben lost all of his rights as a human being, as far as he was concerned. In some ways, causing Ben to be bullied again was much harder than what he planned against Elliott and Bryce. He HAD to turn back the clock, though...he couldn't let Ben profit from what he did. THAT would be wrong. Ben needed to see and understand that sexual assult and blackmail is never the answer. This was the only way. After that....well, he had plans for those other two psychos, Danny and Lincoln. He was already in talks with a cam-girl who was going to help with Lincoln. As for Danny.....he knew HIS weakness. Tyler told him so much. It was Aaron, and Davis knew just how to use Aaron against him.
As Davis thought this all out, he casually looked at a photo of his ex-girlfriend, Tracy, that he pulled out of his wallet. His mind was suddenly transported to the past...back to 2014, two years ago, when he was nineteen. After he told the then-fifteen year old Jack that his girlfriend killed herself on that fateful night, their entire relationship changed. In some ways, Jack became the big brother for a good three months...always being there for him, sacrificing his school work, and even his own sanity to help Davis through a very traumatic time, doing his chores for him, neglecting his school work, and dedicating his time and energy to make Davis happy again.
"It...won't feel like this, forever, Davis. I promise you." Jack had told him then. In that respect, Jack was right. It ended up feeling worse. Much worse. So much had happened in the past two years....things that Davis never told his parents about, let alone Jack. Things that....well, he would most likely take to the grave.
"All because I cheated on Tracy with that stupid bitch, Judi." Davis said to himself, out loud. "If I never did that, I'd still be with Tracy right now, and Jack, he......this is ALL my fault. All of it. If only I'd known! How COULD I though!? It was two fucking years ago! Tracy found out that I cheated, and if I just kept it in my FUCKING pants....she....never would have.....and Jack, he wouldn't have....he wouldn't have gone through all this with Ben, Elliott and those other assoles!"
Davis began to cry bitter tears as he put Tracy's picture back in his wallet. This was all his fault. He knew he had to make this right. 'punishing those that did that crap to Jack HAD to pay. Jack WANTS them to pay' Davis thought to himself, convinced. 'He feels too guilty to admit that to himself, but I KNOW he does!'
With that in mind, Davis texted Frankie to ask him a favor, and to cut out of school early. Ben was going to be greeted to a little surprise when he got home.
............
Ben's heart was pounding in his chest as he ran out of class. Everyone was talking about Elliott. How he beat Tyler Noleff within an inch of his life, and got dragged away by security. As he sped towards lunch, he realized that out of everyone involved in this mess, they were down to just him and Bryce. Aaron was still hospitalized, Lincoln disavowed them, Danny never really hung out with them much anyway and wouldn't even talk about what happened in September, and now....Elliott would most likely be arrested at worst, and expelled at best. A rhyme from a book he read, Agatha Christie's 'Ten Little Indians', went through his head:
'Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo. A big bear hugged one and then there were two.'
How could Elliott be SO stupid!? Ben was pissed. Now that his boyfriend was in custody, was he going to spill? If he does, it's all over. Jack's revenge would be complete. Ben saw it all so clearly now. The reason Jack never turned them all in, was because that wasn't enough for him. He wanted to give them all even worse than he got, and THEN get them all arrested. The worst part was, there was not a thing Ben could do about any of it. Jack had them all dead to rights. An open and shut case. This was exactly why Jack was using others like Tyler, and Frankie, the senior prick that was bullying Ben, to do his dirty work for him. Jack had everything all set up perfectly to make him appear completely blameless. Ben also knew that Jack knew each one of their achilles heel. It actually started back with Aaron. He took him out on the field, effectively ending his football career and knowing that football was extremely important to Aaron. Nevermind that Jack almost killed him...to Jack that was incidental. All the while, Jack made a show of his enslavement, tricking them, getting them to admit their fears and issues, all the while planning in secret. After he decided he had enough dirt on them, he refused to cooperate any longer, knowing of course that the blackmail was a bluff. Then he set to work on Elliott. Elliott's image was more important than Jack's was to him. Jack knew this. Ben knew this. In fact, there were nights back when they still had Jack where they wanted him (or THOUGHT they had him, Ben corrected in his mind) where Elliott would confess to Ben that it all had to end sooner rather than later....aside from feeling bad about what he was doing to his best friend, Elliott had said that he could tell people around the school were starting to get suspicious, and even when walking through the halls alone, he would get funny stares and the occasional comment, asking if he was gay. This made Elliott extremely uncomfortable. Jack made it so that Elliott got humiliated by Tyler and his goons way worse than Jack himself got, and for a much longer period of time. Bryce got straight up raped in Twin Oaks Park in Cliffwood Beach. Jack knew that self-image meant very little to Bryce, so public humiliation wouldn't have really traumatized him. By getting Bryce raped instead, he knew that the shame and guilt of forcing Jack into having sex would be magnified. It worked. Bryce was so traumatized by the incident that he had to leave both school and even his home for almost a month. The jury was still out if Bryce was stable right now. He hadn't spoken to him much since he returned today. He prayed that he would be in his regular seat and their regular table at lunch. If not, then:
"Two Little Indian boys sitting in the sun. One got frizzled up and then there was one."
Ben couldn't bear the thought. Every lunch period had that one kid that sat at a table alone. This kid was always seen as an object of both scorn and pity. Was Ben about to be that boy? It was bad enough that he was being bullied worse than anything Jack subjected him to. As things stood now, all that confidence he built up after "standing up" to Jack was not only wiped away, but he actually sunk further down into himself....like an abused dog whose master hits him every day. Ben thought back to the day he and Elliott went to Jack's house to begin the process of healing, apologizing, and making amends to Jack, and the dressing-down he received from Davis. 'This was how I make it to the end of the year without throwing myself in front of a bus!', he had told him. He was being truthful. In fact, Ben now wished that he chose that option instead. The pain, stress, fear and guilt was not only unbearable, but it was growing day by day. Worse, he was beginning to believe that he deserved it all. Jack knew that the worst thing that could happen to him is to be bullied again, and that's exactly what he had made happen. Ben just wished Jack would have had enough courage to bully him himself. That, at least, would have felt justifiable. Ben would take everything Jack doled out. Being shoved into lockers, busting up his nose, gay taunts, and being treated like shit for merely existing. At least if it all came from Jack, it would feel.....right. Frankie, while being ordered by Jack, was an outsider. Like Tyler, he had no vested interest in any of this. To make things worse, other students were beginning to bully and tease him too. Students are like lemmings, when they see someone getting tormented, they jump on the bandwagon, and that's exactly what happened. 'If this continues for much longer', Ben thought as he ran into the cafeteria, 'if Bryce is lost to me, then....'
"One little Indian boy left all alone; He went out and hanged himself.
....and then there were none...."
............
Being back in school felt very strange for Bryce as he sat at his usual lunch table. He cut out of class a few minutes early, because he wanted to sit here and think before Elliott and Ben showed up....if they show up. Bryce had not heard about Elliott's ordeal today, as he was completely lost in himself. He spent all that time at his aunt's house trying to recover what was done to him in Cliffwood Beach, but it actually had the opposite effect. Ever since it was made clear to him that he literally took part in a ten day rape, his guilt and shame increased daily. Just when he thought it could not get any worse, the next day it did. After what he was subjected to, after what he actually EXPERIENCED what Jack experienced at his own hands, and KNOWING what the former jock felt, Bryce wondered if it was even possible that he could even live with himself. For the first time, he WANTED Jack to hate him and he fully understood why Jack was getting revenge. There was no anger for Jack at all. How could there be, after all? He, Ben, Elliott and the rest of them deserved all this.
"Hey, welcome back!", said a voice, startling him. He looked up to see Carl...a boy in a few of his classes that he sometimes chats with. "I thought you were dead or arrested!"
"Hey man. No, I uh......family crap, ya know?" Lied Bryce. "I had to go to my aunt's house for a while, and.....you know how it is." At least the entire school didn't find out what happened, Bryce thought to himself. Maybe this entire thing can still be salvageable to some extent. He glanced over to the goth table. Devin, Theo, and Andrew were there already....but Jack wasn't. That was strange, given how close they all became. If Jack wasn't in school today, then what could it mean?
"Say no more. A lot of people were worried about you, though. Soooo many rumors! You know how this fucking place is!"
"Yeah, I do."
"In less than a month, lets see....I heard you got raped, I heard you were in a coma, I heard you died, I heard you got arrested FOR rape, I even heard you moved to Europe! Shit, I'm probably forgetting a few things! These guys have nothing better to do than make up shit about people, huh?"
"Yeah" Bryce simply replied, slinking a bit in his seat. 'And WHERE the fuck is Jack!?' he thought to himself as he glanced back to the goth table again.
"Uh, anyway...I hope things are better with your family and stuff. If you need any notes to catch up in any of our classes, I got you! Tell you the truth, you really didn't miss much at all. Well, not with school work....but, that weirdo dude Elliott Farnsworth that you were getting friendly with? He fucking got arrested last period!"
Bryce literally jumped up out of his seat. "WHAT? WHY!!??" he screamed into Carl's face, startling the boy.
"Woah...calm down, dude!" Carl said, backing up a few inches. "I....really don't know most of the details! I heard he beat the SHIT out of Tyler Noleff in the hallway, but I have no idea why. I'm glad someone finally beat up that snake, though! But yeah...apparently Elliott almost, like....killed him or something!" Bryce couldn't breathe. 'That STUPID drunk mother fucker! WHAT DID HE DO!?' he thought to himself. 'He could have just signed all of our death warrants!' "Elliott came out as a fag, by the way!", Carl continued. "Did you see what he was wearing today!?? He said that he made a bet with Jack Hamilton back in September....remember that week that Jack was dressed like that?....well, Elliott admitted that Jack lost the bet and had to dress like that for one week, but it made Elliott awaken or horny or something and realized he wanted to actually LIVE that lifestyle! I dunno if that's related to Elliott beating up Tyler, but anyway, yeah....that's what happened. Poor Jack! You know, back in September, I THOUGHT Jack was only doing that for a goof. I was right." Carl beamed proudly.
"Wait, so where's Elliott now!?" Bryce asked. His head was spinning.
"Not sure. I heard he was led away but those security guys that patrol the halls...in zip-tie handcuffs! I think he's fucked! If Tyler presses charges, that could be attempted murder!"
Bryce's world just crashed even further down. Just five minutes ago he told himself being tricked, bound and painfully violently raped was the lowest thing that could happen and that he couldn't feel any worse. God, how wrong he was! He had no doubt that Elliott would protect them all, but what about Tyler!? He's going to tell! Even if didn't, Elliott just single handedly destroyed his future. Bryce was too much in shock to feel bad for him, though. Plus, after what Elliott did to Jack, and now what he did to Tyler.....all of this were messes of Elliott's own creation. While Bryce DID feel a bit guilty that he was only concerned about his OWN future right now, he had his family to think of...his FREEDOM!
"Is.....Tyler....I mean...." Bryce stammered. Trying like Hell not to make this all seem like he had anything to do with any of this. "Is he okay, though? Did he talk.....uh....say anything?"
"He's alive. I mean, like he was conscious and everything. They led him away in a stretcher and that's all I know." Carl said. "Hey, listen...I gotta go! My friends are waiting for me at our table, and the lunch line is getting long already! If I find anything else out, I'll let you know. I'm glad you're back, though!"
With that, Carl made his way to the lunch line, leaving Bryce in a shaking stunned silence.
............
"You and Taryn really are dicks, you know that? Did you have to do that lastnight?" Devin explained to Drewcifer, as they and Theo sat at their usual lunch table. "I have no idea where Jack-O-Lantern is today. He won't even respond to texts."
Drewcifer's eyes were downcast. He felt terrible. It seemed like a harmless Halloween prank. Trick Jack and Devin to have sex on a 'Hamilton' grave, and everyone would get a big laugh out of it, including Jack. Things didn't turn out that way, however, and Jack was devastated. He ditched the Halloween Ball, and worse, never showed up for school today. November was not off to a good start at all.
"I...I'm sorry, okay? I didn't think it was such a big thing."
Theo snorted. "Not a big thing? No, man....it was pretty fucked up. Also, about Jack-O-Lantern....uh....you may be too young to notice, but...." He looked over at Devin, as if for help.
"Look Drewcifer," Devin added. "He....something happened to him back in September. Lastnight when you asked him why he changed, well.....we, uh....Theo and I think that someone or someones, they forced him to do things he didn't want to do."
"Maybe we shouldn't get into all this with him." Theo said as he pushed his food away. He no longer felt like eating.
Theo was conflicted. Of course he had always known about Jack. The way those kids marched him around in tight clothes, the look of shame and humiliation on the former jock's face while he always walked behind them. It was clear to Theo early on in September that they were forcing Jack to do these things against his will. Briefly, he wondered how that was possible, as Jack could kick all their asses from here to Quiet Knoll and back.
Blackmail.
Had to be! They must have had something on Jack that forced him to capitulate like that.
Theo was under no illusions. Jack Hamilton was always a massive prick throughout the halls of Holmepoint High School. He always wanted to speak out against him when he caught sight of him bullying the smaller and weaker kids. He never had the nerve, however. The only time he came close was on the second day of school. It was right in this lunch room, in fact. Jack had cornered a freshman boy named Peter into a corner and began slapping and mocking him...calling him names like 'Peter the Dick Eater' until the boy ran out of the cafeteria crying. Theo was disgusted, but ultimately he was too much of a coward to step in. He always hated that about himself. Needless to say, at FIRST, when he saw Jack dressed up in those tight and revealing clothes being led around by both nerds and jocks of various ages, he couldn't help but smile. What happened next shocked him, though. It was no major thing....just a look on Jack's face and within his scared eyes. It was a look that screamed 'victim', and even "abused." Whatever these boys were doing to him went beyond mere high school hijinx. Theo then realized something that made his blood run cold.
These kids were abusing Jack Hamilton in some way.
He couldn't prove it, of course. He dared not ask any questions, nor could he muster enough nerve to do something about it. Still, he was one hundred percent sure that these little monsters somehow blackmailed Jack into being their slave, both physical and otherwise. For ten long days, he watched Jack slowly become even more sullen....more trapped. These kids were obviously breaking him. He finally realized he had to do something about it, and was ready to notify the principal and maybe even the police of what he suspected. As quickly as it started, though...it ended! That day, Jack showed up to school, not only dressed normally again, but seemingly on equal terms with his alleged tormentors. From his goth-table, he noticed Jack laughing with them, having what looked to be a serious conversation with the youngest of them - who's name was Ben, Theo found out a few days prior. So either Jack stopped cooperating with them, or maybe it was all some sort of bet that Jack lost. Could he have misread the entire situation? The following day, however, Jack was completely alone, either abandoning his 'friends', or abandoned BY them. Theo didn't know which, but Jack looked miserable again, and even transferred some of his classes around. It was at this point that Theo felt it right to introduce himself to Jack after class, and see if he wanted to hang out with him and his friends. It was during the Hellraiser party that Theo began to suspect that some of the abuse Jack suffered was sexual...that those boys may have raped Jack.
Theo never meant to turn Jack into one of them, which is why his comments during the Hellraiser party hurt so much. Or at least....that's what he TOLD himself. When Jack began slowly dressing like them, something he started doing on his own, Theo was delighted. Once it began, he, Devin, Taryn, Ethan, and later, Drewcifer, began to give Jack tips on how to be the perfect gothic kid. Plus, there was something poetically justified about having the captain of the football team, and the school's biggest jock, to suddenly be part of the freak clique. Was that selfish? Perhaps. Was there some level of coercion? Maybe. What hurt the most now, however, was the question: Was he - and by extension; Devin, Taryn and Drewcifer no different from Ben, Elliott and the others? Were they - granted to a much smaller extent - trapping the jock where they wanted him? Keeping him from reverting to his old ways? Not by abuse or blackmail, but something even more insidious: Indoctrination.
All of that being said, Theo DID want Jack to be himself and be happy. Yes....of course he was understandably nervous in letting Jack hang out with him inside the gothic circle at first - something he was very protective of, he was pleasantly surprised that Jack was now a very nice person, and almost shy as a matter of fact! Whatever happened between him and Ben, Elliott Farnsworth and those others, changed Jack for the better. That didn't make it okay, of course. It still never should have happened. The worst people in the world do not deserve to be raped or blackmailed or whatever the Hell went on....if indeed that IS what went on. In any case, Jack seemed to be getting over it, and was so happy with them. Yet....there were moments of uncertain introspection in Jack's eyes. Theo wanted to get to the bottom of EXACTLY what happened with Jack and those kids in September.
"What are you talking about?" Drewcifer asked. "Shouldn't get into WHAT with me?"
Once again, Theo and Devin gave eachother uneasy glances.
"It's just that....a few guys blackmailed Jack and treated him REALLY bad. They tricked him into doing things he didn't want to do." Devin replied
"How bad?" Drewcifer asked, frowning. "How bad did they treat him? And what kinds of things?"
Theo decided to field this one.
"Pretty fucking bad, actually. Dev and I think so anyway. We don't know what kinds of things, but we think they were mean and even illegal. They definitely made him dress in those tight girly clothes back then."
"Who?" Drewcifer asked. "Who did it?" His voice almost hissing.
"That's NOT important!" Devin insisted. "What's important is when you played that trick on Jack, it probably brought back REALLY unpleasant memories for him."
Drewcifer was visibly shaking, and he didn't even hear the worst of what was suspected! This is exactly what Theo and Devin were worried about. Drewcifer was a fiercely protective person, and there was no telling what crap he would end up doing now
"It was THEM.....wasn't it!!??" He yelled, pointing across the cafeteria at Ben, who had just sat down, and Bryce. "That's two of 'em at least, aren't they!? I saw them in September! Walking in the halls with Jack during that week!"
"Hey, look Andrew", Theo said....calling him by his real name. "Don't do anything dumb, okay? Jack didn't tell us for a reason. I'm sure he didn't want us to know. He probably thought we would pity him or see him differently."
Devin nodded. Theo was right. If everything that they suspected actually happened to Jack, and he found new friends who weren't connected at all to it, then of course he wouldn't want them to know. Devin was sure that Jack just wanted to forget about it all and move on with his life, which he was doing brilliantly. The only times that Jack seemed a bit down was whenever his past as a jock was brought up. Jack no doubt blamed himself over what he was subjected to. Devin was under no illusions...he wanted to kick all their asses too, and once he almost approached Ben in the halls. Devin knew him from middle school.....sort of. They never spoke much, and when they did it was mostly a quick passing conversation in the halls, but Devin always had a very slight crush on him. At least up until September. Now, all he thought about when looking at Ben was contempt.
"Theo's right on the money....for once in his life." He said.
"Seriously? Was that necessary?"
Devin ignored him. "The only thing a confrontation would do is embarrass Jack. Think about it, Drew."
Drewcifer sat there silent for a few moments...still shaking. A million thoughts were going through his head, and all of them were malicious. The fact that he made things worse for Jack with his Halloween prank just added to his ire.
"Well, then it's a good thing Jack's not in school today!" He declared as he got up.
"Drew, don't even.....!"
"Come on man, sit the fuck down."
Too late. Drewcifer was already making his way to Bryce and Ben.
............
"We're all we have, now." Ben continued, as he talked with Bryce. Tears staining his face.
"Look, I know how you feel, but Elliott will protect us."
"Will he? I'm not so sure anymore, honestly. I tried calling and texting him, by the way. I don't even know if he's still in school today, or if they took him to the police station. Does it really matter anyway?" Ben asked. "My...life is shit. I can't go from Point A to Point B in this place without being spit on, called a 'faggot', tripped, or punched. It's like September times ten. Frankie was able to do something that Jack never did. He has others copycatting him, and now even Freshman girls are doing it to me. We....HAVE to do something about Jack. He's......I think he's psycho. And we fell for it....all of it. I should have just got him expelled instead. Let Cliffwood Beach Regional deal with him, and gotten him out of my life! What was I thinking, trying to help someone like that!?"
Bryce sighed. He couldn't blame Ben for being pissed off at Jack. Still, Bryce couldn't bring himself to feel the same way about him. Yes, Jack tricked them. That still didn't excuse what they did to him. If anything, they took a monster, and instead of declawing him, THEY made him even more deadly. More vicious. Beyond that, though....didn't Jack have an absolute right to seek retribution after what they did? It didn't matter if Jack liked it. It didn't matter if Jack was merely playing along. They STILL DID IT.
"There's really nothing you CAN do, Ben. Not against Jack, anyway. At least....not anything that doesn't result in us getting arrested. I dunno....now with what Elliott did to Tyler....I don't know. He answers to Jack, we know that. I'm thinking Jack won't order him to tell. This isn't about justice or the police...this is about revenge for Jack."
"So, in other words, we have to spend the rest of high school being abused, assaulted, and humiliated?"
Before Bryce could answer, came a screeching voice.
"LISTEN UP!"
Bryce and Ben looked up to see Drewcifer standing over them. He was closest to Ben, and he picked up the boy by his shirt and stared daggers into his eyes. With Drewcifer's cats-eyes contact lenses, Ben felt that he was truly staring into the eyes of a demon. A demon of retribution.
Bryce gasped and stood up at the sight of one of Jack's little minions.
"Hey, if you wanna talk, we can talk! But put him down! NOW! There's NO need for this!", he lectured, emphatically. He also glaced back at the goth table, and saw Theo and Devin staring at them all with scared looks in their eyes from across the lunch room. This confrontation was obviously not planned.
Drewcifer just ignored him, and kept his attention on Ben, who he was still literally holding up off the ground by his shirt. The boy was so broken, so abused, that he didn't even struggle. He just kept staring into Drew's eyes.
"LISTEN YOU EVIL LITTLE SHIT! I know what you fucking did to Jack! I wanna tell you something....people in this school stare at us. They call us devil worshippers, freaks, vampires, Columbine-rejects, and a million other things! That's on a GOOD day! Ninety percent of the time, we don't even EXIST to the rest of the school! But you know what? WE never hurt anyone! WE never said a mean word to a soul here! WE never blackmailed anyone or forced our will upon them! Can't say the same about what goes on at THIS table, now can we?"
"An.....Andrew, just STOP! Look, just let him go and sit down with us! I just wanna talk to you about this, okay!?" Bryce pleaded, touching Drewcifer's shoulder, which was batted away harshly.
"NOW CAN WE!!???" Drewcifer repeated. Ben shook his head and began crying.
"Jack never showed up today. Do you know why? I played a stupid prank on him at Raven Hill Cemetery lastnight. We can't help think it was because it brought back memories of what you freaks did. Yeah....I said it. FREAKS! You people are the REAL freaks of this school, you know that right?"
Ben nodded, pitifully. "Ye...yes."
"You're a little PIECE OF SHIT freak, aren't you!?" Drewcifer growled, raising Ben up even higher, tightening his grip on the defeated boy's shirt.
"I.......am."
"SAY IT! FUCKING SAY IT! NOW!"
"Stop! Leave him alone!" Bryce begged.
"I...I'm a piece of...s..shit f..f..freak" sobbed Ben.
"I just want you to know this. You TOO" He added, addressing Bryce, but still staring into Ben's soul. "Do not EVER tell Jack about this little conversation. Don't EVER talk to him in general! If you fucking do and I find out, I will KILL you. That's not a threat. That's a fucking promise."
Ben nodded again. "I'm really REALLY sooo sorry! Look, we never really talked...."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP, FREAK!" Drewcifer said, cutting him off. "HEED MY FUCKING WORDS!" Finally letting him go.
"I'm sorry..." Ben repeated, through sobs.
Drewcifer began to walk away but suddenly stopped and cocked his head. He turned back around.
"Oh.....one more thing...." he said. And with that, he punched Ben in the face, connecting with his eye socket.....hard. Causing the boy to almost crash down on the floor. Luckily Bryce caught him just in time. If he didn't, the entire lunch room would have taken notice. It was still early in the period, and thankfully the lunch monitor didn't show up yet, neither did a good chunk of the students. The ones that WERE there paid no attention to the confrontation, aside from a few guys who giggled at it but did not get involved. "That's for Jack-O-Lantern!" He hissed.
............
Jack and Felix were on stage at the club, as hot lights flooded down upon them. Felix's cock was plowing into Jack's ass. They had no audience, however. The club was still closed, and they decided to have a bit of fun before it opened. At first, Jack was extremely nervous that "performing" up on stage would be somehow triggering. Felix was also concerned. It turned out, quite the opposite happened. Jack was extremely turned on by it. God, he missed this! He did feel a bit guilty that he was cheating on Devin, but at the same time knew that his younger boyfriend would understand. He had to find himself, and discover just who he was.
"Harder! PLEASE!", he begged Felix, who responded by increasing his thrusts into the boy.
Jack, on all fours, began to reach for his cock to jerk off, but Felix batted his hand away and replaced it with his own after spitting on it. While he fucked him, he began masturbating him furiously, pointing his cock down towards the stage floor.
"You like this, Jack!? You like my cock up inside you?? SAY IT!", growled Felix as he pistoned his entire length into Jack hard, slipped all the way out and then rammed it back inside. Over and over.
"I LOVE your cock deep inside me!" Jack exclaimed.
Felix picked up the pace. Staring at Jack's inviting, open asshole every time he thrust out, before slamming it back inside....using Jack's insides as a real-life fleshlight. He increased his masturbating speed too, causing Jack to leak his precum, and Felix's saliva all over the floor.
"Fuck, I'm gonna cum!" hissed Felix.
"Inside! Cum inside me!" Jack moaned. He, himself, was getting close as well. He felt his nuts tighten, and his shaft pulsate in Felix's talented fist.
Both boys moaned in ecstasy. At the exact moment that Felix flooded Jack's rectum with hot bolts of thick cum, Jack exploded all over Felix's fist....having an intensely powerful orgasm. Felix collapsed on Jack's back, while Jack himself collapsed on the floor. They were drained. Slowly, Felix slid out of Jack's hole. Both boys got dressed in silence. They did not realize how much they needed this....nor how much they missed eachother. Felix was glad that Jack was not traumatized by all of it. He hoped Jack meant it when he said he would continue working at the club when he was eighteen. That would mean seeing a lot more of him, which made Felix extremely happy.
"I gotta get home." Jack said as he put his shoes on. "I just wanted to say, thanks for that and um....you know. For the talk and....shit....for everything. I just have one favor to ask."
"Name it." Felix said as he turned the stage lights off, and the house lights on. He had a bit of cleaning to do now before the club opened for business.
Jack hesitated at first and then responded. "I.....don't, well....didn't want to do anything against any of them. But....maybe I DO owe it to myself to get a LITTLE bit of revenge. I......want you to ban Ben from ever coming here. Even.....when he becomes an adult. A lifetime ban. It's not JUST for revenge, but.....I just.....if I do work here with you again, then I don't want to run the risk of ever seeing him. Ya know?"
"Oh, no worries! I wasn't ever going to let ANY of them in here ever again. I'll talk to the owner, and we will go through the security camera footage, so we can take stills of what they look like, and put them on the black-list. They probably won't be welcome in ANY club or bar in the area!"
Jack thought about it. Was that going too far? Memories of what he was "forced" to do here came flooding back. Images in his mind of them in their seats laughing at him.
"Make it happen." He said finally. This would be the ONLY thing Jack did against them. He deserved to have THIS much, however. At LEAST. He knew how important this club was to Ben, but it wasn't right that he should ever be allowed back here. Not just because of what he did to Jack, but also the way they disrespected this place as well. Jack, of course, had no idea that he just helped take away Ben's only escape from the pathetic life he now found himself in.
"Will do! Anything for you, Jack. I mean that. Listen....take care of yourself. You have my number. Use it every once in a while, okay?"
"I will. Again, thank you! I'll also give this Doctor Stanton a call. With my insurance, it shouldn't cost me a dime."
Both boys hugged and Jack reluctantly left. He felt better. Not only basking in the afterglow of amazing sex, but he felt better about HIMSELF. As he walked to his car on the street, he stretched his arms. It was too late to go back to school today, so he was going to go home and relax for a bit. As soon as he got settled, he was going to give Devin a call. The poor guy was worried sick about him, as evidenced by the texts.
"Oh.....my GOD!!! Little Jacky Hamilton!", came a familiar female voice from behind him. Jack's blood ran ice cold. It COULDN'T be! It just....couldn't be! It was impossible.
Jack whipped around. He was face-to-face with Tracy, Davis' ex girlfriend.
Davis' DEAD girlfriend.
[Author's Note: Once again I would like to thank Matt Smith ('Jack Hamilton is Not a Nice Person') for writing the THEN section to this chapter. It's much appreciated! I decided to break up the NOW and THEN sections in two parts, because since Matt wrote the entire THEN section for me, I thought it right to give him his own update. :) I wish I could get these chapters out quicker...I REALLY do! It's so tough with my work schedule, however. Luckily, I have a week's vacation coming up in June, and I plan on pumping out a lot of material then. Thank you all for your continued support. I cannot even begin to describe how humbling it is that this story has affected so many people. Keep on reading, and I'll keep on writing. :) ]
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