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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
Chapter 10
THEN
"Ah come on," Jack said pleadingly.
"No!" Helena insisted, leaning away from Jack.
"What, not even a blow job?" Jack asked in frustration.
Helena crossed her arms in front of her chest as Jack reached for her breast once again. "Jack, no means no! I don't wanna do anything here!" She looked round at the darkened parking lot.
Jack had pulled in unexpectedly on the way home from their date saying he had wanted to 'talk', but as soon as the engine stopped, Jack got started. Helena had been okay with making out at first, but within a few minutes, Jack's hands had begun to wander which was when Helena had pushed him away.
"What, so if we go somewhere else you might stop being such a fucking cock tease and actually do something!" Jack snapped angrily. "Fine, where d'you wanna go?"
Helena scowled. "I'm not going anywhere with you as long as you're talking to me like that!" Helena said defensively.
"Oh what, now I've hurt your fucking feelings? Gimme a fucking break. I've only put up with you for the last couple of weeks because I heard you were easy. Now you're telling me I wasted my fucking time?" Jack scoffed.
"You really are a total jerk, you know that!" Helena snapped. "The other girls kept telling me what a dick you were to them, but I thought you weren't like that. But they were right, you're a pig!"
"Hey, at least I don't fucking look like one, you ugly whore. Now get out of my fucking car, you're stinking it up, piggy!" Jack said, sniggering.
Helena got out of the car. Luckily they weren't too far from her house so she started off down the road.
"Oh by the way, piggy, I'm still gonna tell everyone I fucked you and I'm gonna tell them you begged for more, like the filthy whore you are!" Jack called after her before driving away.
NOW
Jack gulped, unsure whether to say anything to Mr Wendell or if he should reach down and retrieve the dildo that he had just ejected onto the floor.
Mr Wendell cleared his throat, recomposed himself and approached Jack. He took the two beakers his student was holding and placed them on his desk, simultaneously kicking the dildo slightly so it rolled under his desk and out of sight. "Thank you, Mr Hamilton, you may go and take your seat now!" he said calmly.
Jack nodded nervously and moved across to where he had left his bag.
"But if you could come back and see me at the end of the day so I can talk to you about your homework please," Mr Wendell added.
"Yes Sir!" Jack replied. While it was a relief that the teacher hadn't just picked up the dildo and revealed it to the class, the thought of having to come back and talk to him about it at the end of the day was almost as bad.
Jack took his seat and the lesson went on. As always, Jack paid little attention. For once though, he had a good excuse. He sat there wondering what was going to get him in more trouble, not keeping his dildo in as Elliott had commanded, or expelling it spectacularly right in front of one of his teachers. He figured that, despite the embarrassment, he would get less hassle from Mr Wendell than from Elliott. The teacher was bound by school rules and his duty of care to his students, while Elliott was pretty much able to do anything he liked.
Once the lesson was over, Jack filed out with the other students, barely noticing their teasing as he felt Mr Wendell's eyes on him.
"How's it going, Jacky?" Danny taunted, following Jack out of the room and smacking him on the ass. He aimed for the middle, deliberately hoping to hit the dildo. He frowned when all he felt was Jack's butt. "Geez, how deep have you got that thing? You must really like it!" he chuckled, giving little regard to who might overhear.
Jack looked round nervously. With people already staring at him constantly, it was hard to tell who was already looking and who might have heard Danny's comment. "Shut up!" he hissed angrily. "There's nothing there!" He hadn't even thought about what he was saying, he was just too angered by Danny's suggestion that he liked having his ass stuffed. He had intended to keep quiet about losing it until the end of the day, hoping to get it back before any of his tormentors could notice it was missing.
"You took it out?" Danny asked.
Jack blushed at the prospect of having to describe what had happened. "No, it... it kinda.... fell out!"
Danny laughed aloud for a moment then asked, "What? When?"
"Back in there!" Jack said, pointing to the room they had recently vacated. "When I was at the front and I sneezed."
"Oh my God!" Danny said, eyes wide with amazed amusement. "Did Mr Wendell see?"
Jack nodded, getting more laughter in response. "That's why he wants to see me at the end of the day!"
"Oh, this is too good. I gotta go!" Danny said, immediately running off down the hall, leaving Jack thoroughly bewildered.
Never before had Jack dreaded the end of the school day quite so much. He was sat in his last class of the day, staring at the clock and just willing the hands to stop. Elliott was in the same class, but had not acknowledged him the whole time.
Jack's heart felt like it stopped as the final bell rang. While everyone else, Elliott included, got up and dashed out, Jack gathered his books together slowly. He made his way back down the corridor towards the chem lab, occasionally getting nudged by the heavy flow of students heading past him to leave.
He was so caught up in his dread of what was to come that he almost didn't realise what the other students were doing. They actually had the nerve to barge into him? Just a week ago, they would have moved aside to let him pass. He could walk into a hallway and the students would just part, like Moses parting the Red Sea. Now though, it was like he was nothing to them. Was that all it took? A few days of embarrassments and humiliating outfits and the reputation he had spent his high school career building was already in tatters.
Perhaps it could be salvaged. After all, the football had turned on him, but he had managed to turn that around. Perhaps if he could end things with Elliott and the others sooner rather than later, the entire ordeal could be forgotten and he could retake his rightful place at the top. That didn't seem likely to happen though. While the football team had backed down, obviously scared of Jack, it seemed Elliott, Ben and the others showed no signs of doing the same. In fact, with the mounting pile of incriminating evidence and embarrassing footage they were stockpiling, Jack worried they might never let him go!
Jack stopped dead in his tracks, turning pale and feeling nauseous. 'What if they never let me go?' he thought to himself. 'What if this is it? What if this is my life now? Stuck serving a bunch of fags forever. Fuck, what else would they make me do? I've fucked, been fucked, sucked cock, licked ass, kissed a guy... oh God, Bryce! He's still avoiding me! No, wait, that's good. He's a dick, he made me do all that stuff. Ugh, stop it, keep saying it all you like, you know he didn't make you do anything!'
Jack shook his head and continued walking. Suddenly, even seeing Mr Wendell seemed like a more fun idea than continuing that particular train of thought. He reached the Chem lab and knocked on the door.
"Come in!" Mr Wendell called out.
Jack took a deep breath and stepped inside. "You... wanted to see me, Sir?" he asked nervously as he pushed the door closed behind him.
The teacher gestured for him to approach, watching as Jack walked closer. "So," he said, opening his desk drawer and gingerly picking up the dildo, dropping it onto his desk. "What have you got to say for yourself?"
Jack was torn. What should he say? Elliott had threatened him the previous day, saying how much worse he would make things if Jack ever told anyone the truth, but if he told Mr Wendell everything now, that would be it, it would be over. Elliott and the others would be in deep shit and he would be free. If he told them he had been forced into it all, the worst he might face was a little public humiliation when people found out about it all, but public humiliation was becoming a daily occurrence now, so would it really be that much worse?
'Do it. Tell him. You know they'll never let you go, they're gonna torture you forever. Tell him now and end it!' he told himself in his head.
But what if they didn't believe him? What if he was prosecuted for raping Ben or committing a sexual act with the fourteen-year-old kid in the park restroom. Life in prison, was it worth giving up everything he had, his entire life just to avoid a few humiliating tasks?
"I... I just... I was..." Jack stuttered, unable to come up with any explanation.
"Jack?" Mr Wendell asked. "Well?"
"I... I don't know..." he continued stammering.
"Do you really think this appropriate to bring into a school? I understand that teenage years are all about experimentation, but it has a time and a place!" Mr Wendell said firmly.
"They made me!" Jack said, his eyes widening with fear as he realised what he had said. It was too late to go back now!
Mr Wendell frowned. "Who made you?" he asked with concern.
"The gays!" Jack said angrily. He had been close to tears until a wave of rage washed over him. If he was going to tell someone what had happened, he was going to make sure it looked as bad for them as possible.
"The gays made you do it?" Mr Wendell asked, almost smirking.
"Yeah. Ben. Ben Starsmore, he's a sophomore. And Elliott Farnsworth. They started it. Also Lincoln Harkness, Danny Smith, Aaron Carson and Bryce Jones. All of them, they made me do all of it!" Jack blurted out.
"Okay Jack, take a seat," Mr Wendell said, stepping out from behind his desk and gesturing to the first row of desks. Jack sat down as the teacher leaned on the front of his desk, folding his arms. "Tell me what happened!"
Jack started right at the beginning, with the bet in the park, although he claimed they had cheated to win and then assaulted him when he refused to pay up, forcing him to comply. From there, the entire story unfolded, but twisted to Jack's perspective. He did everything he could to make it clear that he had been forced to do everything. Some parts he had left out, such as his intimate encounters with Bryce, not wanting to explain it. Instead, by the end he had painted a picture of savage violence and even death threats against Jack and his family from the vicious 'gang of faggots' as he had taken to calling them.
Mr Wendell had remained silent throughout the whole thing, nodding his understanding occasionally as Jack rambled on. He stared at the student for several moments after he stopped. "So why do you think they did it?" he asked.
Jack frowned. It wasn't a question he had expected. "Well, cos... they're perverted fags, this is just the sort of shit they do!" Normally he wouldn't have dared to use that sort of language in front of a teacher, but considering the personal and intimate details he had just shared, he figured he could make an exception.
"Think about what you just said, Jack. Do you see anything wrong with it?" Mr Wendell asked gently, folding his arms across his chest and raising a hand to rub his lightly-stubbled jaw.
"Sorry, I know I shouldn't swear," he said apologetically, slightly annoyed that after everything he had just revealed, his language was the main focus of the teacher's thoughts.
"No, not that!" Mr Wendell said, shaking his head. "I counted no less than thirty-two times now you've used terms like fag, faggot and homo. You know we don't accept offensive terms like that in this school, don't you?"
"Erm, well... yeah, but... considering what they did, you can probably understand I'm a bit pissed at them!" Jack explained. He scowled angrily. "Besides, is that really the important thing here? They... they made me do things, those faggots have to pay!"
Mr Wendell raised the hand on his jaw up his face to rub his eyes, squeezing them closed while he thought. Lowering his hand and opening his eyes, Mr Wendell shook his head, looking disappointed. "Okay, wait here, I'm going to get someone who can help!"
Jack watched as the man left, figuring he was going to fetch the Principal, or perhaps even call the police. The way Jack had portrayed events to the teacher, he had made it sound like he had been the victim in all of it so perhaps the police were going to be needed. It would be incredibly satisfying to see Elliott and the others taken away in handcuffs!
A few minutes later, he heard several sets of footsteps approaching. He turned towards the door, eager to get this over with. Mr Wendell walked in, closely followed by Elliott, Ben and Lincoln.
"Wait, what are they doing here?" Jack asked angrily, jumping up from his seat as the door closed.
Elliott sighed. "What did I say Jack? What did I say would happen if you told anyone?"
Jack looked terrified. He looked to Mr Wendell for support, but the teacher simply smiled wickedly.
"But... but... you... you're meant to.... you're a teacher!" Jack stammered at the man.
"Yeah and you're a homophobic little dick!" Mr Wendell replied sharply.
"HEY, I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" Elliott yelled angrily. "What did I say would happen?"
"You... you said I'd be in worse trouble!" Jack replied. While he had dreaded the repercussions of coming clean about everything that had happened, he at least felt a slight ray of hope that he would be free of Elliott. That hope had now shattered, leaving behind only greater fear than he had ever felt before.
"That's right. You've really fucked up this time, Jacky!" Ben said, looking almost as angry as Elliott.
"And trying to make us out to be the bad guys, big mistake!" Lincoln added.
All three were slowly advancing on Jack who was attempting to back away but rapidly running out of space. "You can't let them do this!" he demanded of Mr Wendell.
"I'm not LETTING them do anything. In fact, I'm not even here!" Mr Wendell said, picking up a bag from under his desk and heading for the door. "Have a good night everyone!" he said with a polite smile, then left.
"How the fuck did you do that? How did you get him on your side?" Jack demanded, still edging away.
"Ha!" Lincoln laughed sharply. "Are you kidding? We don't need to GET anyone on our side. Everyone's already on our side, Jack. Everyone hates you, how can you not see that yet?"
"The... the team don't hate me!" Jack stuttered. "They apologised!"
Lincoln laughed again, shaking his head. "They're scared, that's why they apologised but believe me, they still hate you! The funny thing is, it's not even you they're scared of!"
"Wait, what? Then who?" Jack asked as he finally reached the wall behind him, running out of space to escape.
"Not important right now. You've got... slightly bigger concerns!" Elliott said, eyes narrowing. "For this, perhaps it's time for us to start sharing one of your videos!" Elliott reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone and started up a video. He turned it to face Jack, the screen showing footage of Jack sucking a cock.
Backed into a corner, both literally and figuratively, Jack lashed out. He snatched the phone from Elliott's hand, pushed between him and Lincoln and shot across to the other side of the room. "Fuck you, I'll just delete it all!" he said, desperately trying to delete the video while avoiding tripping over desks. He glanced back and realised none of them were following him.
"Oh come on Jack, do you really think we'd just keep one copy?" Elliott asked, looking amused at his former friend's naivety. "In fact, why don't you just go online a moment. Go to www.jackhamilton.com and have a look!"
"Wait, what?" Jack asked, eyes wide with fear. He opened up the internet browser on Elliott's phone and typed in the address. What loaded up was a black page with a single text box on it, marked 'password' and a button marked 'enter' next to it.
"Password is Jackisgay, all one word, capital J!" Ben called out, sniggering.
Jack's hands were shaking so much he was having trouble typing, but he eventually put in the password and hit enter. He let out a sob as the page loaded. It was every video of him that they had taken, some of which he didn't even know existed. He dropped against the wall and slid down it onto the floor, pulling his knees up to his chest and burying his face in his arms. He started crying, the feeling of absolute despair and hopelessness too much to bear any longer.
He heard chairs being moved round him. As he looked up, he saw Ben, Elliott and Lincoln all sat around him. Still crying he shook his head and asked weakly, "Why are you doing this?"
"The fact you've not even figured that out by now really just shows how much you need this!" Elliott said back. "Now I think we've been a bit too lenient on you so far. The fact that you keep disobeying and even had the nerve to try telling on us suggests you're maybe not quite afraid enough yet. So here's the deal. From this point on, you disobey or disrespect us, and we give someone the web address and password for your site. Maybe they'll watch it and see all the stuff you've done, maybe they'll share it and you'll get arrested, who knows, that'll just have to be the risk you take if you dare to disobey us! Got it?"
Jack sniffed. "Yes," he replied weakly.
Elliott swung his hand out, slapping Jack's already red cheek sharply. "THAT'S YES SIR!" he snarled furiously.
"Yes Sir!" Jack immediately answered.
"You belong to us now!" Ben said with a wicked grin.
"Yes Sir," Jack repeated.
"Say it!" Lincoln ordered.
"I belong to you!" Jack said without hesitation.
"Again!" Lincoln barked.
"I belong to you!" Jack said, his jaw trembling.
"Good. Now, we're gonna go head out to the car. You might want to take a minute to get yourself, together, you look kinda pathetic!" Elliott said derisively as he stood up. "Come on guys!"
The three of them put their chairs back, grabbed the dildo from where it was sat on Mr Wendell's desk and headed for the door.
"Oh yeah, Jack," Ben said, looking back. "Don't walk out to us. Crawl!"
"What?" Jack asked, eyes wide. He couldn't be serious.
"I said... crawl, on your hands and knees, from where you are, out to the car. Got it?" Ben explained.
Jack opened his mouth to complain then remembered the threat. "Yes Sir!"
As soon as the door closed, Jack began sobbing once again, cursing Elliott and the others for their commands, furious at the teacher for being complicit in his torture but mostly just angry at himself. If he had kept his mouth shut, this wouldn't have happened. Perhaps if he hadn't been such a dick to everyone, none of it would have been happening at all. No, he refused to accept that. Regardless of how much they tortured him, how miserable they made him, he would never accept that this was his own fault. Jack knew he was the victim in all of this, any thoughts to the contrary were simply unacceptable.
Wiping his eyes, he crawled over to where he had left his bag, slung it onto his bag and crawled for the door. Thankfully, with the day over there wouldn't be too many people around, but he knew that there was no way he would do this completely unseen. He reached up and pulled the door open and started crawling towards the exit as fast as he could manage.
"The fuck are you doing?" someone called after him.
"He's fucking lost it!" another student sniggered.
"Oh my God, that's so stupid!" a voice called.
Jack didn't look up at any of the comments or taunts, instead focussing on the floor directly in front of him until he reached the main exit. There were more people still hanging around outside, attracting more yells and laughs as he crawled down the steps. The rough asphalt was a lot harder on his hands and knees than the smooth corridors had been, but in a way Jack appreciated it. Focusing on the pain helped him ignore the other students.
"Oh sorry, about that!" someone called out as they barged hard into his side, knocking him over. "Didn't see you down there!"
Again, Jack refused to look up, instead just shaking his head and getting back onto his knees to continue crawling. With a barrage of shouts following him, he made it across the parking lot to his car where Elliott, Ben and Lincoln were waiting, watching his approach with great amusement.
As Jack got close, Ben moved towards him and squatted. "Did you enjoy that?" he asked.
"No Sir!" Jack replied honestly.
"Why not?" Ben asked.
"I felt... stupid and... and small!" Jack replied, his tears from earlier threatening to return.
"That's good!" Ben said with a nod.
He didn't sound gleeful as Jack had expected, he actually sounded a little sympathetic. So surprised by the boy's tone, Jack actually looked up for the first time, his expression quizzical.
"What you felt doing that, that was how you made me feel, every single day. Think about that for me please, Jack," Ben said gently, placing a hand on his back. "Imagine being made to feel like that ALL the time!"
Jack's breath caught in his throat as he looked at Ben, horrified.
Ben just nodded gently, patted Jack on the back and stood, offering a hand to help him up.
Everyone had gathered together at Lincoln's place again. The privacy afforded him by the location of his room and the willingness of his parents to allow visitors meant it was the perfect spot for them all to hang out. On Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, the members of the football team would all complete their homework at school before being allowed to attend football practice. As it was Wednesday, they had all decided to do it at Lincoln's place before continuing with their activities with Jack.
It seemed strange to Jack at first. Without him being forced to strip or commit any sordid sexual acts, it was almost like he was just hanging out with friends. They talked quietly amongst themselves, helped each other with their homework and acted like everything was normal. Jack found himself wishing it could carry on like that, not only because it meant he wasn't being abused, but also because it was nice to actually be surrounded by friends, something he had never really experienced before and as such, didn't even realise what he was missing.
Once the homework was done, they fell back onto their usual choice for sustenance, pizza! Lincoln and Aaron were first to finish up with their work, so they headed out to get it while the others finished. When they returned, Jack felt his heart sink as he saw it was from the same place Bryce had got it from two nights before when they had eaten together.
Bryce was still conspicuously absent. Nobody really spoke about it or questioned it, but the gap he left was still painfully apparent.
'Fuck, I need to cum!' Jack mused to himself as he contemplated Bryce's absence. 'I bet he could make me cum in seconds!' He felt a little strange thinking about needing a guy to be able to cum, but his desperate desire to do so was beginning to dwarf any other thoughts in his head.
"What time is it?" Elliott asked as they finished off the last of the food.
Ben looked at his phone. "It's a quarter past eight," he called back, handing a pizza box to Lincoln who was clearing up.
"We should probably get going soon then," Elliott said grinning.
"You guys sure you don't wanna come?" Ben asked, looking first at Danny, then Aaron.
"Nah, it'd be fun to see, but that place sounds scary!" Aaron replied, waving his hands dismissively.
'What place? Fun to see what? Scary?' Jack thought to himself. He wanted to question it, but worried that with Elliott's new zero-tolerance policy, it might get him punished.
"Yeah, same here," Danny agreed. He stood from his seat and gestured for Aaron to follow. "Come on, you can take me home!"
"I can? Ah gee, thanks, real kind of ya!" Aaron replied sarcastically as he stood. "See you guys tomorrow. Have fun, Jack!" he said with a snigger.
Shortly after the other two left, Elliott led Ben, Lincoln and Jack out to the car.
"Erm, where are we going?" Jack asked as politely as he could manage.
Ben was almost bouncing with excitement. "Well we want to buy you some new toys, but if we keep putting stuff on your card, your parents are gonna cut you off, so we figured you could just make a little extra money!"
"How?" Jack asked, already fairly certain he wasn't going to like it. He glanced briefly at Lincoln who was sat at his side.
"Don't look at me!" Lincoln replied with a shrug. "This ones news to me too!"
It was almost nine when they reached their destination, Ben hurrying everyone out of the car as he kept checking the time. "Come on, we're gonna be late!" he said, pacing back and forth while the others got out.
They had pulled up in a parking lot outside a large, fairly nondescript building. There were large doors at the front and seemed to be a lot of noise coming from inside, two large men standing either side of the entrance.
"Hey guys!" Ben chirped merrily as they approached.
Jack's nerves, already fraught, seemed to get even worse as the men smiled back at the young teen. Ben carried on past the door, heading round to the rear of the building. As they reached another door, Ben quickly knocked and opened it right away.
"Hey, it's Ben. Anyone here?" the teen called out as he walked inside, followed by Elliott, then Jack and finally Lincoln who looked almost as nervous as Jack.
"Oh hey!" a voice called back a moment later. A man appeared from a doorway, smiling as he saw Ben. He was in his mid-thirties, pretty average-looking, slightly overweight and seemingly a little flustered. "I was worried you weren't gonna show!"
"Hehe," Ben chuckled cheekily, "No way, I wouldn't miss this opportunity!"
The man tussled Ben's hair as he got closer, then looked to the other three. "Ah, you must be Elliott," the man said. He looked Elliott up and down, then back at Ben, winked and added, "Nice catch!"
Ben chuckled again, blushing slightly. Elliott did the same.
The man's smile quickly faded as he looked at the next in line. "And you must be Jack!"
Jack wasn't sure what to be more afraid of, the fact that this stranger knew his name, or the fact that his demeanour had changed so rapidly on recognising him. "Erm, nice to meet you... Sir!" Jack said, tentatively offering a hand.
The man looked at the outstretched hand briefly, then shook his head and looked back to Ben. "It's about to begin, but if you hurry we can put him on last!" He looked at Jack again. "Are you sure he's old enough?"
"Sure. Jack, gimme your ID!" Ben ordered.
Worried about what he might need to be old enough for, Jack complied, pulling his wallet from his pocket and retrieving his ID. He handed it to Ben who showed it to the man.
He looked at it for a moment, then frowned. "Wow, well he certainly doesn't look twenty-one, but okay. I'll go take a copy of this for our records and give it back later. Go get him ready!" Without another word, the man vanished back through the doorway.
Jack immediately regretted his choice of ID. He carried his genuine drivers licence with him at all times for obvious reasons, but he had also obtained a fake ID some time ago in order to buy beer.
"Come on, this way!" Ben said, striding confidently down the hallway towards a different door.
As they walked in, Jack, Elliott and Lincoln stared in amazement. The room was brightly lit, with large mirrors all around and huge racks of clothing lining one wall.
"Ben, what is this place?" Jack asked nervously.
"It's a.... club!" Ben answered cryptically. "For men who enjoy the company of other men!" he added with a grin.
Jack looked round again, this time looking more closely at the racks of clothing. There were all sorts of different outfits, hats, vests, thongs, and other assorted garments, some in brightly coloured fabrics or leather or rubber, some plain, some sparkly and sequinned. "A strip club?" Jack asked, suddenly feeling faint.
Ben grinned. "Well that's only one of the things they do here, but yeah, that's why we're here tonight! They're holding auditions for new dancers and I managed to get you a slot!"
"Fucking awesome!" Lincoln said excitedly.
Jack had never been so scared in his life. Taking his clothes off for his tormentors was hard enough, even now after they had seen him naked so many times, but to do it in front of a stranger who was there specifically to see him get naked, he couldn't do it! Yet, Elliott had given him no choice, it was an order. He was to do it, and to do it to the best of his ability. If they doubted that Jack was giving it one hundred percent, they would give someone the password to his site.
The one saving grace was that he had been allowed to wear a mask. It had been a struggle to get them to agree to it, but Jack thought quickly. He pointed out that if someone recognised him, unlikely as it might be, they could let on that he was under-age and then it would all be over. Jack almost wished he hadn't suggested it. If the truth had been revealed, at least he wouldn't have to go through with it. At least it was just an audition though. He figured it would be one or two judges, maybe three or four at a push which wasn't too bad. He just had to hope he didn't get the job otherwise it was fairly certain he would be getting seen by a lot more guys!
He had been dressed in a cowboy motif. He was now wearing a large pair of leather boots, tearaway assless chaps, a leather thong, a gun belt with a toy guy holstered either side, a vest fringed with tassels and adorned with a large sheriff's star, a black mask with two eye holes covered the top half of his face and finally he wore cowboy hat to top it all off. It felt humiliating to see himself like that once the others had dressed him. He had been released from his chastity cage which should have been a relief, but as soon as his cock was free it had swollen to full firmness in seconds and had yet to go down.
Once he was dressed, Ben ushered him through to the next room, a wall of sound hitting them as they opened the heavy door. Two other guys were standing there waiting, along with the man who had greeted them on arrival.
"Oh yes, looking good!" the man said excitedly as he saw Jack, raising his voice to speak over the loud music coming from the performance area. "Sorry, I never introduced myself before, I'm Isaac."
Jack nodded politely and smiled, despite his churning stomach.
"Okay, so here's the deal. When it's your turn, you'll go out there and you can pretty much do whatever you like. Some of our guys just strip down to a thong or g-string, others go all way. Some even go a 'little further' if you get what I mean. Anyway, like I said, it's up to you what you do but you're trying to impress the audience so I'd give them a good show if I were you!"
"Wait, what? Audience?" Jack asked, eyes widening with panic. He took a few steps toward the opening to the stage and looked out. The stage was a large T shape, about twenty feet wide at the top and running about the same distance out into a busy crowd. "Oh shit!" he muttered to himself.
"Yeah, good crowd tonight!" one of the other waiting guys said eagerly. "I'm Felix by the way!" He held out a hand to Jack.
The terrified teen looked the other man up and down. He only looked to be a few years older than Jack was, but his body was impeccable. Perfectly chiselled muscles, strong jawline, twinkling blue eyes and short dark brown hair. He was currently dressed as Superman, the tight lycra revealing every muscle as if he were wearing nothing at all. "J... Jack!" he eventually replied nervously, shaking the other man's hand.
Felix looked Jack up and down and smiled. "Nice, they always like a theme," he said, then reached forward and pulled the front of the vest apart slightly. "And the smooth twink look, yeah, they're just gonna eat you up. I'm glad there's more than one spot available!"
Jack should have been happy at the other man's praise, but the thought of actually getting the job, of having to do this more than once filled him with mortal dread.
As the music from out in the club stopped and loud applause filled the room, a naked man dashed back through the opening. Jack stared at him nervously as he passed. He was sporting a somewhat sizeable erection.
"Damn!" Felix said, also eyeing the man up. "Good thing the body and face aren't as hot as that cock, otherwise he'd definitely be getting the job!"
"Okay Jacob, you're up!" Isaac called out to the other waiting man.
Jack and Felix watched as the other man disappeared onto the stage, music starting up as he went.
"Hey Jacky!" Ben taunted as he approached from behind, giving his exposed ass a gentle spank.
"Ah!" Jack yelped, jumping in surprise, his attention focused entirely on the stage.
"So you thought about what you're gonna do out there?" Ben asked with a cheeky grin.
"Probably throw up and pass out!" Jack replied honestly.
Ben laughed. "Oh relax. Honestly you could just go out there, strip and not even move and they'd love you. You're hot!" Ben blushed slightly at giving Jack the compliment.
"Thanks," Jack replied, not sure that his hotness was a particularly good thing right then.
"Look, just go out there, move around a bit, try and stay in time to the music and take everything off. The audience usually likes sudden reveals, so tearing off the chaps or vest suddenly will really help. And when you rip off the thong, try covering up with the hat for a while, naked but not actually showing everything really gets them going!" Ben explained.
Jack stared at the boy in amazement. "How the hell do you know all this stuff?" he asked in shock. "And how do you even know this place. They might have bought my fake ID but you'd never pass for an adult!"
Ben shrugged. "I met Isaac online, we chatted a lot, nothing... you know, inappropriate, just talking. When he told me about his club, I pestered him into letting me see it and I've been coming here every chance ever since. I don't get to go out there," he said, pointing to the public area where the crowd were cheering for Jacob. "I mostly stay backstage, help out with a few bits. Isaac says I'm kinda like their mascot or something!"
"Wow, that's..." Jack started, but wasn't really sure what to make of it.
"It's somewhere I can hang with people who don't judge me for being gay!" Ben said, the words a little more pointed than he had meant them to be. When Jack said nothing in response, he just shrugged and said, "Well we're gonna go find a spot where we can watch from. Have fun out there!"
As he saw his three owners disappearing through a door, he felt a knot in his stomach. He hated them all for what they were doing to him, but right then he would have given anything to have them back, to have someone he knew there to reassure him. Instead, all he could do was stand and wait.
Once Jacob's turn was over, Isaac appeared to usher Felix on, leaving Jack entirely alone as he waited. Felix's turn seemed to fly by, barely moments seeming to pass before he reappeared at the stage entrance, stark naked, sweaty and grinning.
"Fuck, that was hot!" he said excitedly. "I nearly came, but I figured I should at least save something for the proper shows! Always leave them wanting more!" he added, grabbing his erection and slapping it into his other hand.
"Okay Jack, you're up!" Isaac called out at last.
The music started up, some generic country track to match Jack's cowboy look. He took a deep breath and stepped through the opening. He was momentarily blinded by the lights, but as he regained his vision, he began to see exactly how many people were actually going to be watching him. There had to be hundreds of them. Hundreds of gay men, staring at him, already undressing him with their eyes.
His stomach felt like it had been set on a spin cycle and a loud voice in his head was screaming it him to turn and run away, but he kept thinking of Elliott and what he would do to Jack if he did. He closed his eyes for a moment, then started stepping down the stage, attempting to move in time with the music. He made his way to one side of the stage, trying to dance as seductively as he could, but feeling quite ridiculous doing it, then back over to the other side. The few times he dared to look down into the crowd, he was amazed to see that they all appeared to be smiling, not the mocking kind of grins he had grown accustomed to at school, but genuine smiles of enjoyment.
It actually made it all easier. He was still terrified of taking off his clothes, but knowing that for the first time in a week he was the subject of admiration rather than ridicule lifted a weight from his shoulders. Slowly he got into the rhythm, moving back to the centre of the stage. Actually beginning to smile, he thought back to Ben's advice, grabbed the legs of his chaps and pulled. The poppers down the side ripped open and the chaps came away much to the obvious delight of the crowd.
Jack made his way down the catwalk part of the stage. The large round space at the end of had a pole in the middle Jack looked it for a split second but decided against trying it. Falling flat on his face could not only be humiliating, but might make Elliott think it had been done deliberately as an attempt to sabotage himself. Instead he made his way round it a couple of times, occasionally bending over to show off his ass to the crowd.
As much as he hated to admit it to himself, on some level he was starting to enjoy it. The cheers and shouts from the audience made Jack feel like he actually had some power again, something that been stripped from him recently. Turning to face the crowd, Jack leaned back against the pole, raised both hands above his head to grab it and started sliding down it, spreading his legs as he did so to give the men directly in front a perfect view of his leather-clad erection.
He slid back up again, then reached for the vest and ripped it open, revealing his smooth torso. He let it slip down his arms then tossed it to the back of the stage. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He was on a stage in front of hundreds of gay men, wearing little more than boots and a thong!
He danced his way back up the stage, turned to face the crowd briefly again then span to face the rear once more. He reached down and undid the gun holster, looking back seductively over his shoulder as he tossed it aside, then reached up to grab his hat. He lowered it in front of his crotch, then grabbed pulled at the popper on one side of the thong, pulling it open. Swapping hands with the hat, he undid the other side, then yanked the thong free, twirled it over his head and threw it to the ground.
The crowd was going wild as Jack stood there naked, his ass clenched tightly. He span around, thinking he would toss the hat aside next when another idea hit him. His seemingly-permanent erection was still with him, so he let his eyes sweep across the crowd, but quickly realised what a mistake that had been. Reality suddenly hit him like a ton of bricks. He had been so caught up in performing that he had almost forgotten who he was performing for – faggots! A whole crowd of dirty homos were staring at him, yelling and cheering, wanting more and more of him! He froze, his hand dropping away without thinking. Unintentionally, he did what he had set out to do before looking at them, leaving his hat hovering in mid-air, supported by his boner.
He wanted to run, but he knew that if he didn't at least go all the way and show the audience everything, he would likely face punishment at the hands of his tormentors. Doing his best to ignore the repulsion he felt over the audience, he reminded himself that he was masked, that they wouldn't know it was him so it didn't matter that he was naked. It wasn't Jack being exposed to all those men, it was just some stripper. He forced a smile and went on.
Jack did a couple of body rolls, letting his hands slide across his bare chest and down his sides before he eventually grabbed the hat and tossed it aside, revealing his cock to the raucous crowd. He moved back down to the end of the catwalk, deliberately dancing in a way that made his cock bounce wildly. He slowly dropped to his knees, inwardly seething at the hundreds of eyes glaring at him hungrily. He started stroking it as the horny men cheered, the ones at the front reaching up, hoping to touch him.
It felt great to have his erection back in his hand again but it seemed bitter-sweet to be doing it in front of all the gays. After the frustrating night and day he had just endured, he wanted to cum more than anything, but Felix's words echoed through his mind. 'Always leave them wanting more!' He also couldn't help thinking that he had not actually been given permission by Jack, Ben or Lincoln to cum so he figured it was safer not to.
In a single fluid motion, Jack jumped from his knees right up onto his feet and gave a bow, before heading back and off the stage, cheers and applause following him. He stopped as he got backstage, leaning on a wall to catch his breath.
"Holy fuck that was hot!" Ben called out as he led the others back.
"Thanks!" Jack said with a genuine smile, forgetting himself for a moment, simply enjoying the praise
"You look like you enjoyed it!" Lincoln chuckled.
"Of course I didn't!" Jack snapped.
"Yeah right, you look about ready to pop!" Ben said, grinning.
Jack was glad he was already breathless and panting as it hid the way he was blushing at the accurate observation. "Okay, well... that's just cos I'm horny as fuck! Erm, I mean... erm..." he stuttered, realising he had just sworn.
Elliott smiled. "It's okay, we'll let that one slide." he said, pleased with Jack's obvious embarrassment.
Jack stared at his former friend for a moment. For just a split second, it felt like things were back to the way they had been before, back to the days when Elliott actually smiled at him rather than his now-constant scowl.
"Go and get dressed, it's getting late!" Elliott ordered.
"Okay!" Jack said, happy to be allowed to put clothes on.
"Lincoln, go stick his cage back on!" Elliott added.
"Yeah, that may have to wait a while!" Lincoln said, reaching out and gently swatting Jack's still-present erection.
Once Jack was dressed and his semi-hard cock was squeezed painfully back into its cage, they headed back out to the car to head home. While most of their parents were fairly lenient with what time they got home, none of them really liked to push it too much on a school night.
The conversation in the car had been energetic and excitable, discussing the club, Jack's routine, what other costumes he could wear. It was mostly Ben and Lincoln talking, but Elliott joined in a few times and even Jack spoke up occasionally, but quickly silence himself as he realised he was just giving them more ideas.
Soon enough, Jack was home again and once again laying awake in bed. Thankfully he had not been ordered to put the dildo back in. Whether that was by choice or simply forgetfulness from Elliott and Ben Jack didn't know, he was just glad to be free of it. While he still had that nagging feeling of emptiness inside him, having any stimulation to his prostate would have made his already difficult level of arousal totally unbearable.
He lay there going over the day in his head. Somehow it had been simultaneously the best and worst of the week. The debilitating hopelessness he had felt when he realised Mr Wendell was on Elliott's side and the threats of exposure that came after it had felt horrific. The realisation that the worthlessness he had felt crawling out of school was how he had made Ben feel so often was almost debilitating. Then had come the strip club. He had expected it to be terrifying and humiliating, but somehow, on some level he couldn't help feeling like he had enjoyed it. He thought about it for a moment, wondering if it was because of the mask. Being exposed was humiliating, but only because people knew it was Jack they were seeing. If all they could see was a naked guy in a mask, the humiliation seemed to be gone. He also couldn't deny that being the subject of the crowd's adoration almost felt like being the top dog at school again.
He sighed as he rolled over and tried to sleep. Once again it was his desperate desire to cum that kept him up. 'Fuck, where's Bryce when I really need him!' he thought to himself. His eyes hot open as an idea came to him. 'Maybe Bryce actually could help! If I just feed him some false apology, he might get over it. Then at it'll take is a little sexy talk, he'll get turned on and need to fuck something and that's when I'll suggest him coming over! Jack, you're a fucking genius!'
[Hey Bryce, not seen you around the last couple of days. You okay?] he typed out on his phone and sent.
Ten minutes later, no reply had come. He figured there was a good chance that he was just asleep, but just in case he added on, [I'm really sorry about the other morning. I shouldn't have lied to the others!]
Jack was beginning to think he would get no reply when his phone eventually vibrated.
[No, you shouldn't!] Bryce answered.
[I know. Can you forgive me? It's not been the same without you!] Jack sent. He felt a bit stupid saying it, but justified it to himself by thinking, 'It really hasn't been the same, there's been nobody to fuck the cum outta me!' He grinned as his plan appeared to be working.
[I suppose I might be able to consider it] Bryce replied.
[Good. Thank you. So how have you been?]
[Fine, just doing the usual stuff really, nothing exciting] Bryce answered.
[Not been on any more dates?] Jack asked, beginning to lead the conversation to where he wanted it.
[You mean have I been turned on and left gagging for a fuck? lol] Bryce asked.
[Yeah. Should I expect you to turn up at my house again? Hehe] Jack sent.
[Is that what you want? For me to come over, fuck you senseless again?] Bryce asked bluntly.
[Not gonna say no to that!] Jack replied eagerly.
[Yeah, that's what I thought. That's all you want isn't it, it's why you messaged me. I bet you're not even sorry, you just need to cum. You know what then, fuck off and I definitely don't forgive you! I'll see you when you're ready to apologise for real but based on how fucking slowly you learn, I'll be waiting a long time!]
Jack stared at his phone. As pissed as he was that his plan had failed, he realised that what upset him most was knowing that Bryce was still angry at him. What confused him was why. Before all of this started, Bryce was always pissed with him, it was his default setting, mostly because Jack went out of his way to make the younger player's life a misery, so why did it bother him so much now?
Still frustratingly unsatisfied and with his head swimming from everything that had happened, Jack eventually fell asleep.