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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
So let's get one thing clear right from the start. Jack Hamilton is a terrible person. On the surface, he's pretty much perfect. At seventeen, he had just started his senior year of high school, he had the body, he had the looks, captain of the football team, loved by everyone.
Now dig a little deeper and what you really find is a shallow, vindictive, bigoted thug. With every passing year at school, Jack grew more and more unpleasant. Take away the popularity and the football and he would just be known as the school bully, but of course being little Mr Perfect somehow made it okay for him to do truly terrible things to people.
Guys got stuffed in lockers, thrown in dumpsters, beaten mercilessly, girls were ridiculed and belittled, had vile rumours spread about them, called sluts and bitches, all of this at the hand of Jack Hamilton. Any difference, he picked on. Any weakness, he ridiculed. And the gays, Jack had a particular hatred of the 'filthy faggots'.
So if at any time, you begin to feel even the slightest bit sorry for Jack, just remember this one thing – Jack Hamilton is not a nice person!
It was the end of the first week of senior year for Jack Hamilton. He was pleased with the start he had gotten off to. Hos position as Captain of the football team had him almost royalty in the hallways of Holmepoint High School. He had already demented his reputation with the new batch of freshman who had rolled in that week, putting the fear of Jack into them. Football Practice had just finished and Jack had decided he wanted to hang out in the park with his most loyal cronies.
The seventeen-year-old strutted through the park, heading for his favourite spot with Elliott and Danny in tow. Elliott had been Jack's best friend for as long as they could remember. They had played together on the Junior Varsity team in their freshman year and Elliott had continued on it even after Jack had been promoted to varsity the following year. He had chosen to drop out of the team several months earlier to focus on his studies, but remained just as close to Jack, the two mostly inseparable.
Jack barely knew Danny really. He was on the football team with him, but beyond that Jack simply accepted his presence because he always seemed to do as he was told. As the three of them rounded a dense cluster of trees, they came across the benches they used for their all-too-common alcohol consumption. They intended to have just a couple of beers tonight, Elliott's suggestion for a celebration of their first week. As the bench came into the sight, they found it occupied.
"All hail the Captain!" one of the figures on the bench called out. It was Bryce, a junior and another member of the team, accompanied by Lincoln and Aaron, also sixteen.
"What are you doing here, Brycie?" Jack spat. He truly despised his younger teammate, mainly because actually offered a genuine challenge to Jack's supremacy. Despite being a year younger, Bryce was substantially bigger than Jack. The two competed at everything.
The two young men with Bryce barely registered on Jack's radar. He knew enough about their skills on the field to use them effectively, beyond that they were less than nothing to him.
"What, can't we spend a lovely evening with our wonderful Captain? Bryce said completely insincerely.
"Get lost. This spot's ours, go find your own!" Jack snarled, fists clenching.
"Oh, you wanna fight?" Bryce said, seeing Jack's reaction. He jumped to his feet, squaring up to the slightly-shorter teen.
"Woah, woah, calm down!" Elliott said quickly, jumping between the two and pushing them apart.
Bryce sniggered. "Yeah, that's it, protect your boyfriend!"
"I'll fucking..." Jack started, attempting to lunge forward. Again Elliott held him back.
"STOP!" Elliott yelled. "You get into a fight and go home covered in bruises, questions are gonna get asked. You know the school's rules on fighting!"
Jack looked furious, but stopped trying to get to Bryce.
"Look, if you wanna shut him up, let's find another way!" Elliott said calmly.
"What you got in mind?" Bryce asked, looking eager at the chance to take Jack on.
"Erm... I dunno. Something sporty, not football..." Elliott mused.
"They could race!" Lincoln offered.
Bryce scoffed. "No way, do I look built for speed?" To prove his point, he raised both arms and flexed his massive biceps. The man really was a mountain of muscle.
"How about this?" Aaron offered, reaching into his bag and pulling out a basketball.
Jack grinned. "Sounds good to me!" He was confident in his basketball skills and jumped on the chance to put Bryce back in his place. "Unless you're chicken!"
Bryce looked a little less confident, but wasn't about to back down from a challenge, especially from Jack. "Let's do it!" he said, grabbing the ball off of Aaron and heading in the direction of the park's basketball court.
"Clear the court!" Jack yelled as they approached.
A couple of younger boys heard Jack's command and ran, recognising who he was immediately, leaving the court empty for the six teenagers.
"You've so got this!" Elliott whispered to Jack. "Why don't you see what you can get out of him for it!"
Jack looked at Elliott for a moment, eyes narrowing. Then he grinned as an idea came to him. "Whadda you say we make this interesting?" Jack asked.
"What are you thinking?" Bryce asked, dumping his bag just off the court where Lincoln, Aaron, Elliott and Danny now stood.
"If I win... you drop out of the team!" Jack said, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"What? No way!" Bryce laughed, shaking his head.
"So you ARE chicken!" Jack taunted, quickly grabbing the ball.
"Fine!" Bryce snapped, snatching the ball back. "I lose and I quit the team. But if you lose..."
Jack was prepared, he expected a similar challenge in return, but was still confident.
"You run from here to the lake and back... naked!" Bryce said with a slight sneer.
"What?" Jack asked in shock, suddenly turning pale.
"Now who's chicken?" Lincoln called out.
"Fuck you!" Jack yelled over at the younger boy, then looked back to Bryce and said, "Fine, deal. Straight shots. First to five wins it! El, toss a coin. I call heads!"
Elliott reached into his pocket and pulled out a coin and flipped it. He looked over at Jack and shrugged. "Tails!" he said sadly.
Jack looked unhappy, already being at a disadvantage, cursing his decision to make it first to five. He stood aside, letting Bryce prepare to take his first shot. He could feel a knot in his stomach. Why did Bryce have to pick a forfeit involving nudity? Jack was supremely confident about his appearance, but only if he remained clothed. He wasn't sure whether it was something from his childhood or maybe the way he was raised, but taking his clothes off in front of people had always been an absolute phobia for him. Even in the locker room, he would have his clothes off and uniform on before anyone else could see. His underwear never came off though, he simply refused outright to shower at school. That meant that he really just had to win now. Avoiding nudity and getting Bryce off the team at the same time, he had to do it.
Bryce took aim, threw the ball... nothing but net! "And that's how it's done!" he taunted Jack, as he stepped back out of the way.
Elliott caught the ball as it bounced and tossed it to his friend. Silently, Jack lined up and took his first shot. It went in easily. "No, THAT'S how it's done!" Jack taunted back, with a sneer.
Elliott passed the ball again and Bryce took his second shot. It hit the rim and bounced away, sending Lincoln running after it.
"Ha. Loser!" Jack laughed as he caught the ball. He waited for Bryce to move aside then took position to shoot again. This was his chance to take the lead.
"Enjoy your naked run!" Bryce taunted, just before Jack took the shot.
Jack scowled, then turned back shakily. He hated to admit it, but the other teen really was getting under his skin. Fear of his possible nakedness was beginning to creep in and taking over his thoughts. He jumped and shot. The ball missed the basket completely, flying past the other boys.
"Wow, you really wanna get naked, don't you. You don't need to make it quite so obvious!" Bryce teased.
"Fuck off!" Jack snarled back angrily. His hands were trembling now.
Bryce took his third shot, scoring his second point. Losing the lead only served to increase Jack's nervousness as he missed his third shot. Bryce shot again, taking the lead three-to-one.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Jack muttered under his breath as he stood trying to stop his hands shaking ready for shot four. He took a deep breath, threw the ball and watched it fly through the air. It bounced off the rim, bounced off the other side and fell into the net. "YES!" he called out happily.
"Won't help, it's still three-to-two!" Lincoln called out.
"Yeah, hurry up and lose, naked boy!" Aaron joined in. It was rare to see the star athlete sweat like this so the two sixteen-year-olds were making the most of it.
"Shut the fuck up!" Jack screeched.
"Don't worry, you won't be able to hear them when you're across the park, streaking!" Bryce added with a grin.
"Just fucking shoot!" Jack said through gritted teeth, hands clenched but still shaking.
Emboldened by Jack's misery, Bryce easily scored his fourth point, the older teen once again missing. Bryce caught the ball as it was thrown back again.
"One more point and your ass is mine!" Bryce chuckled. He casually tossed the ball.
Jack's breath caught in his throat as he watched the ball soar through the air. He heard cheering before he truly realised what had just happened... he had lost!
"Time to pay up... Captain!" Lincoln said happily as the four spectators rushed the court.
"Fuck off, I'm not doing it!" Jack insisted, shaking his head. He turned to walk away.
Bryce reached out and grabbed him. "You made a bet, you lost, you pay up!"
Jack tugged his wrist free of Bryce's meaty hand. "Fuck off!"
"Oh gee, what's the rest of the team gonna think when we tell them you not only lost to Bryce, but backed out of a bet? That's really gonna hurt that wonderful reputation, isn't it!" Aaron said, smiling cruelly.
"Fine. I pay up and none of you tells anyone I lost. Got it?" Jack demanded. Momentarily, his pride had overtaken his fear.
The other five all shrugged and nodded their agreement.
Jack sighed heavily and reached for the bottom of his t-shirt. He turned as he pulled it off, facing away from the others to try and hide his body, although he knew they were probably going to see it anyway. Still gripping the t-shirt, he pulled down his shorts and boxers in one single motion, flushing bright red as he realised he had just bent over with his bare arse showing to the other five boys. He stepped out of them and picked them up. With one hand covering his cock, he turned back slightly to Elliott.
"Look after these!" Jack ordered, shooting Bryce an angry stare. He wouldn't have put it past the big bastard to have run off with them. He knew they would be safe with Elliott though.
The lake wasn't far, just a few minutes walk away, so at a full sprint Jack knew he would be there and back in no time. Not wanting to remain exposed any longer than he had to, he took off at full speed. He heard cheers from behind him and angrily cursed himself for losing. As he ran, he prayed desperately not to come across anyone else. It was bad enough that the five back on the court had just seen his back. If he ran face first into a stranger, they would likely see a lot more.
For just a moment, he considered turning back right there. The other wouldn't know he hadn't made it all the way to the lake. He thought better of it. His agreement had been that this would all remain confidential so long as he paid up on the forfeit. He wasn't about to give them anything to catch him out on. He made it to the lake edge without seeing anyone else, then started the run back.
He figured it was his lucky day when he got all the way back to the court without being seen. The main drawback was that as he ran towards them, they could see the front of his body. He was proud of his upper torso, it was extremely well-muscled, obviously not to the extent of Bryce who was huge, but enough to show he put in a lot of work. Best of all was the dark hair covering his chest and the thin line of it down his stomach. Whenever he saw some of the other boys his age with their smooth bodies he felt especially manly. He kept a hand covering his cock and balls, although his bush was on show for all six of the others to see.
'Wait, six?' Jack thought as he looked at the group. 'There should only be five.'
As he got closer, the extra person suddenly became obvious. He was younger and shorter than the rest of the group and clearly stood out because of his bright ginger hair.
'What the fuck's that faggot doing here?' Jack thought as he saw Ben, a fifteen-year-old he knew all to well from school.
"The fuck you doing here you little homo?" Jack snapped angrily as he got closer. "Couldn't wait to to get a good look at me?"
Ben grinned and waited for Jack to notice something else.
"The fuck... are you recording me?" Jack screamed as he saw Ben holding up his phone. So enraged by the boy's presence, and actions, Jack lunged forward with both hands, revealing his cock to the camera.
"Back off!" Bryce called out as he and Lincoln each grabbed one of Jack's arms.
"GET THE FUCK OFF OF ME!" Jack snarled, struggling to get free. Lincoln wasn't too much of a challenge, but Bryce's strength was undeniable.
"I said back off!" Bryce repeated, then pushed Jack back as Lincoln held out a leg to trip him.
Jack fell prone, suddenly realising he should cover up. "Fuckers. Elliott, gimme my clothes."
"Oh, you mean these?" Ben taunted, holding up Jack's clothing like a trophy.
"Elliott, what the fuck?" Jack demanded of his friend as he climbed to his feet.
"Come on, we can get them back," Jack said, looking first to Elliott and then to Danny. "It's three against four, we can take them!"
"No!" Elliott said, shaking his head. "Sorry Jack, it's not three against four. It's six against one!"
Jack's friends both moved to stand beside the other four boys, arms crossed, staring coldly.
Jack looked more angry than hurt, although Elliott suspected he was feeling both. Standing there, covering up with both hands now, the Captain looked truly pathetic. "The fuck's going on?"
"It's time to pay!" Ben said with barely-concealed rage. He put down the phone and pressed a few buttons.
"I already paid, I did the run!" Jack insisted. He peered down at his feet and said, "Oh what, you gonna penalise me for keeping my shoes on?"
Bryce smirked. "No, he doesn't mean pay for that!"
Jack frowned, confused. "Then pay for what?"
"Honestly Jack, the fact that you don't know is actually part of the problem!" Elliott said, shaking his head. "You know what, I think it'll be better if you figure it out for yourself."
"What the fuck are you talking about? Just give me back my fucking clothes!" Jack demanded, fists clenched tightly. He was more than ready to fight his way to Ben, even if it meant going through Elliott.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ben said, walking forward, the other boys parting to let him through. He held out his phone. "I've got a video titled 'Jack Hamilton's naked forfeit' ready to upload to YouTube with a single press of a button. So unless you want the entire world to see... little Jack, you should just do everything we tell you!"
Jack's jaw clenched. He wanted to play strong, to tell them to go fuck themselves and upload the video, but his fear gripped him once again. "Fine, whatever, I'll do whatever faggoty shit you're talking about, just give me back my clothes!"
Ben smirked and shook his head. Normally Jack's insults hurt, but now the tide had turned. The barbed words now seemed more like the desperate, futile flailing of a doomed man. "You heard him, let's do this 'faggoty shit' then. Turn around!" Ben ordered.
"Wow!" Jack exclaimed, "You really love butts don't you, butt-boy!"
As soon as Jack's back was turned, Bryce stepped forward and pulled both of Jack's arms behind his back.
"The fuck!?" Jack exclaimed as he felt something cold on his wrists. As he tried to pull them back, he realised he was cuffed. "Get these fucking things off of me!" he demanded, turning round, so angry he simply didn't care that they could all see his cock, shrivelled from fear.
Ben stepped forward and slapped Jack with a ferocity that even took his cohorts by surprise. "You've gotta mind your language, boy!" Ben said angrily. "From now, you swear, you get punished. Now shut up and follow us!"
Ben turned and started walking away, followed by the others, leaving a shocked and dazed Jack standing on the basketball court.
"Or stay there, I don't really care!" Ben called back.
Jack reluctantly followed, running up to the group and trying to remain in the middle for fear of being seen. The other six may have seen him naked now, but there was no need to let anyone else see him if it could be avoided.
When they reached the parking lot, they headed for Jack's car, a sleek red convertible that he had been given by his parents when he turned seventeen. It was his pride and joy and nobody else was ever allowed to drive it.
"Look, you've had your fun," Jack said, looking round nervously as he heard cars passing by. "Now let me go and give me back my clothes!"
The other laughed, filling Jack with an ever-increasing sense of dread.
"You kidding? Our fun is just getting started." Ben teased. He opened the passenger seat of Jack's car and said, "Get in!"
"Fuck off, only I drive it!" Jack insisted.
Ben shook his head. "What did I say about swearing? Put him over the hood!" He said, instructing Lincoln and Aaron.
Jack found himself being walked to the hood of his car, then pushed down onto it, his cheek pressing against the metal. "What are you..." he started, but let out a yelp of pain before he could finish his question.
Ben stood swatting at Jack's bare rump with his hand, five hard smacks on each. After the shock of the first swat, Jack remained silent, not wanting to give the younger boy the satisfaction of hearing him in pain. When it was done, he was allowed to stand up.
Ben offered him the door again and angrily, under the gaze of his six captors, he got in. Elliott retrieved Jack's keys from the pocket of his shorts and jumped into the drivers' seat, while Ben jumped into the back. Bryce, Lincoln, Danny and Aaron all piled into Bryce's car and followed as Elliott pulled out of the lot.
"Why are you doing this?" Jack asked Elliott as they drove. He hoped that talking might distract him from the stomach-churning fear he felt every time they passed anyone. He knew they could mostly only see that he was shirtless, but even that was enough to send waves of humiliation through him every time.
"Just... ugh, fuck Jack, you're fucking impossible!" Elliott complained, shaking his head. "You're so caught up in yourself."
"You know I'll fucking kill you for this when it's over!" Jack snarled. Suddenly, he felt hands come down over his shoulders.
Ben leaned forwards, sliding his hands down Jack's chest, a finger and thumb grabbing each nipple and squeezing. He heard the older teen gasp and pull away very slightly, but nowhere near as strongly as he knew he could. "When this is over, I've got a feeling you'll be thanking him!" Ben whispered in Jack's ear. He leaned forward and looked down. "Oh, and whadda you know, I think I found your on switch!"
Horrified at his own reluctance to pull away, Jack looked down and saw what Ben meant. His dick had not popped up to full erection, but it was definitely showing signs of growth. He tried to argue back, but as the young fingers continued to squeeze the sensitive nubs, he went totally weak.
By the time the two cars reached their destination, Jack's cock had finished swelling and now stood proudly at its full seven inches. Jack wanted to cry. Being naked and handcuffed felt humiliating enough, but to be aroused too. Nobody guy had ever seen him in the state before.
"Where are we?" Jack asked, looking up at the house they were now parked in front of.
"My place," Ben said, jumping out of the car then opening the door for Jack. "Don't worry, nobody's home so you don't need to worry about anyone else seeing you... well not so long as the neighbours aren't looking. I'd suggest you run!"
Jack peered round at the nearby houses nervously, then swung his legs out, stood up and raced to the front door. As he ran, his erection slapped up and down between stomach and leg, making him feel even more stupid and exposed. Once he reached the door, he cowered in a corner, trying not to be seen until his 'friends' arrived.
"He looked pretty keen to get inside!" Lincoln laughed loud enough for Jack to hear as they all walked up the path, deliberately slow.
"He wouldn't be if he knew what was coming!" Bryce added.
"Just open the fucking door!" Jack demanded, then immediately regretted it.
The naked teen stood there, expecting to get turned around for another spanking. Instead, what he got was a sharp slap to the balls from Ben. "No swearing!" he snapped as Jack doubled over in pain. He reached across and unlocked the door, pushed it open then led the still-moaning Jack in.
The house was much smaller than Jack's expansive home. His parents were comfortably wealthy. By the looks of it, Ben's family weren't quite so well off, but still seemed to be getting by okay. Jack occasionally looked round at the boy. Jack knew what Ben's issue was with him, he had made the boy's life hell almost from the day he came to Holmepoint High School. Jack had been responsible for outing Ben, which had gotten the boy bullied quite a lot from several sources, although Jack knew he was one of the worst.
"Make yourselves at home, guys!" Ben said with a sweet smile to the other five young men following them in.
Bryce and Lincoln jumped onto the sofa, kicking off their shoes, while the other three took some bags of supplies through into the kitchen as Ben stood with Jack who was just beginning to recover from the ball-slap.
"So what's the deal then?" Jack asked wearily. "You all sit around, laugh at me some more and then I'm free to go?"
"Something like that. Stay here, don't move!" Ben ordered.
Jack figured for now it was best to play along, so he remained where he had been positioned, looking down and noting thankfully that without the stimulation to his nipples, his cock was beginning to go down.
Ben returned several seconds later, carrying what looked like handcuffs, but with a slightly longer chain.
Jack started backing away, Bryce and Lincoln peering at him over the back of the sofa and laughing at his expression. "What's that?" he asked nervously.
"Stand still!" Ben said, ignoring Jack's question.
"No, what are you doing?" Jack demanded, continuing to back away.
"Look!" Ben said sharply, lunging forwards. He grabbed Jack's balls and squeezed, making the seventeen-year-old stumble back against the wall. "The way this is going to work is that we will tell you to do things and you will do them. If you refuse, if you resist or if you so much as question us, your pathetic naked body goes all over the internet and you get more of this!" Ben squeezed harder to emphasise his point.
Jack's eyes watered as he strained to hold back a yell. He simply nodded, hoping Ben would take his acceptance as a sign to let go. Thankfully, the vengeful fifteen-year-old did exactly that, releasing his grip.
"Now stay still!" Ben repeated, then knelt down in front of Jack. He secured a restraint to Jack's left ankle, then to his right. "Okay, well you're not going anywhere now, so let's get these off." He said, standing up and turning Jack to get to the handcuffs. "Give us any reason not to trust you and they go right back on. Understand?"
Jack nodded, moving his feet slightly. The short chain kept them less than a foot apart. They would make walking difficult and running an impossibility, not that he would anyway. There was no way he was stepping out those doors without his clothes again and even if he did, he no longer had the keys to his car and had no idea where he actually was. He had been so distracted by Ben's hands on the way over that he had paid no attention to their destination.
The other three returned from the kitchen, joining Bryce and Lincoln. Ben sat with them too, then looked to Jack and called out, "Okay slaveboy. Bring us some drinks. Soda for me!"
"I'll take a beer!" Bryce called out.
Jack stared, listening to their requests, mentally taking note and considering telling them all to just fuck off. He resisted though, not simply because that choice of words would have got him punished, but also because he hoped that a few menial tasks done naked and they might get bored, releasing him. Scowling, he shuffled off towards the kitchen. He grabbed their drinks and carried them back through, handing them out one-by-one.
It was absolutely humiliating to be standing there naked, serving drinks to his juniors but he was determined not to give any of them another reason to make things worse.
"Good boy, you're learning fast," Ben said, slapping Jack gently on the rear as he passed the armchair the fifteen-year-old had occupied. "Now, I want to put my feet up!"
Jack looked round for a footstool, but couldn't see any sign of one, then looked back at Ben as the realisation struck him.
"That's right, boy. Down you go," Ben said, raising his legs.
Jack walked towards his tormentor, dropped to his knees then crawled into place, feeling the feet come to rest on his back. Already red with anger, Jack could feel himself blushing more as he realised the position he was now in perfectly revealed his butt to the other guys. Still, it was better than the alternative and potentially having to look at them. He began to wonder how he could look any of them in the eye ever again.
As Jack continued to play the human footstool, the other six just chatted and drank, mostly ignoring him. In a way, that almost felt worse. He didn't want their ridicule, but at least when they did that they acknowledged his existence. Being ignored, he truly did feel like part of the furniture.
They had Jack do a few more chores for them as they sat enjoying their evening – more drinks, a bit of light cleaning, some exercises, nothing too strenuous. Jack was beginning to think that things might be drawing to a conclusion. Sadly, he couldn't have been further from the truth.
"So, who fancies a show?" Ben asked with a grin. He got a cheer from the others while Jack simply looked terrified. "Stand over there," he instructed the naked teen, pointing to a spot in the middle of the room.
Jack hesitated, but as soon as he saw Ben begin to move, he shuffled into place.
"Good, now let's see you get hard!" Ben said casually.
"What? No way. Nuh-uh, not happening!" Jack said, shaking his head.
"Ah, this'll be good," Bryce whispered to Lincoln with a snigger.
"Are you... refusing to do as you're told?" Ben asked coolly. His expression was neutral, but Jack could sense the danger he was in as the younger boy stared at him.
"No, just... can't I do... something else? I can do more chores for you!" Jack attempted to bargain, his hands subconsciously moving down to try and conceal himself.
"So you ARE refusing. That's fine. We'll let you leave," Ben said.
"We'll what?" Bryce demanded, sitting up sharply.
"You... you will?" Jack stuttered, taking a few steps forward.
Ben grinned. "We will, but the handcuffs go back on and you won't be getting your clothes or car back!" he explained as he stood up and headed for the door. "So off you go then!" He opened the door and gestured for Jack to leave.
Bryce and the other looked back and forth between the two. They knew that Ben wasn't bluffing, he really would allow Jack to leave. They also knew that there was no way he would do it.
"Fine!" Jack snapped. He grabbed his cock and started tugging at it in an attempt to get an erection as he had been ordered.
Ben closed the door and sat back down, watching the older teen struggle for several minutes. Through both a mix of nervousness and a lack of actual arousal, Jack simply get get hard.
"Pathetic!" Bryce called out.
"Look at his limp little dick!" Aaron added.
"All hail the impotent Captain!" Lincoln taunted.
Jack could feel himself getting angrier and angrier at the comments and his own body's refusal to obey his wishes. He could hardly believe he was actually hoping to get hard in front of six guys, but here he was, tugging away.
"Hey, you wanna see something fun?" Ben asked. "One of you go up and play with his nipples!"
"No way!" Bryce refused. Secretly, he did want to get his hands on Jack, purely to make him suffer, but he didn't want to look too keen.
"I'll do it!" Elliott said with a grin. He jumped up and approached Jack, ignoring his contemptuous stare.
Jack took a step back and raised his hands to protect his chest.
"Nope, none of that!" Ben insisted, jumping out of his seat, handcuffs ready.
Moments later, Jack was cuffed once again. This time though, Ben also reached up and put a blindfold on him. Jack hated being cuffed again, but found himself strangely grateful to have his vision obscured. Although it made him feel much more vulnerable, he was now spared the laughing faces of his teammates.
Elliot grabbed a nipple and gently rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. The football star let out a low guttural groan completely involuntarily getting hysterical laughter from the spectators. Elliott reach up with his other hand, now squeezing both rigid nubs gently.
As Ben had expected, Jack's cock was immediately up to full size once again. "Keep going!" he called out to Elliott who had a fairly sizeable bulge of his own.
"Please stop," Jack whispered to his former friend, almost panting now.
Elliott simply laughed and continued. For several more minutes, the nipple-play continued. Jack was lost in a haze of humiliation and arousal. Being so turned on in front of the others would have been bad enough alone, but for it be done at the hands of a guy was almost too much for Jack to bear. Worst of all, he could feel something else building.
"Oh God, oh God no," Jack whimpered, his legs trembling as Elliott's torture continued.
"Guys, I think he's about to..." Elliott started, but Jack erupted before he could finish the warning.
With a high-pitched whimper, Jack felt his cock explode. A heavy burst of cum shot out, flying several feet in front of him, landing just short of Bryce's feet. The second shot reached almost as far, the third less than that. Spurt after spurt continued to splat heavily onto the hard-wood floor. Elliott stared at the erupting cock, but continued teasing his friend's nipples.
Eventually, as the orgasm began to subside, Jack's legs finally gave way. He feel to his knees, but without his hands to steady himself, collapsed onto his side, cock still twitching.
Ben waved Elliott back to his seat, then stood over the naked teen. He reached down and pulled off the blindfold, a slight smirk flashing across his face as he saw a hint of wetness around Jack's eyes. He grabbed a handful of hair and pulled Jack's head towards the nearest splatters of cum on the floor.
"Look at his mess you've made. Clean it up!" Ben ordered.
"W... with what?" Jack asked breathlessly.
Ben reached down and grabbed Jack's face, squeezing his cheeks and making his tongue pop out. "With that! And don't miss a drop!"
Jack was starting to think that leaving may have been the best idea. If he had the strength right then, he might have got up and left, but the hands-free orgasm had sapped his strength entirely. 'Maybe this is it,' he thought to himself, 'Maybe after this they let me go!' He shuffled round, not daring to look up at anyone.
He moved a little too far and felt wetness on his cheek, so moved back slightly and started licking his spunk off the floor. He had never tasted his own seed before. While it wasn't entirely unpleasant, the manner on which he was tasting it was enough to make him retch. He licked up the small puddle, then moved onto the next, working his way across the floor.
As he got to the last splatter, he could see the feet of his teammates right in front of him. He still didn't dare to look up. Instead he just licked it up and then called out, "All done!"
"Good, now kneel up!" Ben commanded.
Jack took a deep, shaky breath, then knelt up, finding himself face-to-face with Bryce... who was holding out his phone. Jack's eyes widened with shock.
Bryce laughed at the terrified older boy, kneeling there naked, embarrassed and with remnants of cum smeared over his face. "You put on a good show!" Bryce said, moving the camera in closer. "Something else for the Internet, you know, if you misbehave!"
"You... you wouldn't..." Jack said, just about ready to cry.
"Oh I would!"Bryce said. "You know I'd love to. But I think I'd prefer having you as my slave, so be a good boy," he said, then reached down and unzipped his pants. He pulled out a semi-erect cock. "And give me a blow job!"