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Chapter 12
TUESDAY
"Guys, come on, you gotta hear this!" Lincoln said excitedly, hurrying Danny, Aaron and Bryce into the locker room.
"What's going on?" Danny asked, slightly confused.
"It's the rest of the team, they're planning something. And it's BIG!" Lincoln said, grinning ecstatically.
The four teens made their way into the locker room and found most of the team gathered together in various states of undress. By the looks of it, a normal conversation while they were changing had blown up into a full-on plot!
"Come on, you saw him in there last night. He's totally not himself. This is the perfect opportunity!" Trent said eagerly, trying to spur the others on.
"Yeah," Evan agreed. "Just think about all the shit he's put us through. Keith, remember the time he trapped you in a locker in the girls locker room. If I recall correctly, you were naked too, right?"
All eyes turned to Keith, who blushed momentarily at the memory before anger screwed his face into a scowl.
"And Jaime," Trent went on, following Evan's lead. "I'm sure you remember the time he rubbed chillis all over your jock strap. Bet that stung like a mother-fucker!"
"Too fucking right it did!" Jaime agreed.
The two ringleaders went on, riling up the crowd as Danny looked to Lincoln. "Did you put them up to this?"
Lincoln smirked. "No way, didn't have to. This is ALL them! Jack's gonna get it!"
Bryce stood back, watching the scene unfold, eyes narrowing as he watched Evan and Trent.
"So whadda we do?" someone called out.
"Whatever we fucking want!" Trent said aggressively, fist clenching symbolically.
"Yeah, we get him in those showers and make him suffer for all the shit he's done." Evan added.
"I'm gonna kick the shit out of him!" Keith said with a wicked cackle.
"I'm gonna fuck some sense into him, make his ass pay!" someone else added, getting a cheer from the others.
"HEY!" Bryce called out sharply. "Don't get carried away!" he stormed forward to the middle of the group, looking round all of them before focusing on the two ringleaders.
"What the fuck's your problem?" Trent demanded.
"You do what you need to do, say what needs to be said to him, but you so much as lay a finger on him and you answer to me, got it?" Bryce snarled.
Trent stared back for several seconds, considering the possibility that if it came to a fight, the team might side with him and he could take Bryce down, but it wasn't worth the risk. "Fine!" he said sharply, then grinned. "We won't touch him!"
Bryce knew from his expression that this was far from over and Jack was most certainly going to suffer, but at least he had managed to stop it getting too out of control.
WEDNESDAY
Bryce stormed through the corridors. Most of the team were long gone by the time he was finished in the locker room the previous night. He had a feeling that it was deliberate, that they were trying to avoid him. Bryce knew that feeling all too well. Ever since Jack had lied about what they had done, Bryce had been actively avoiding him.
He finally spotted Trent down the hallway, accompanied as usual by Evan, which saved him the effort of having to track them down separately.
"Hey dude!" Keith greeted Bryce as he approached.
As one, Trent and Evan looked round to see who Keith was talking to. Their eyes widened as they saw who it was.
"You two, this way!" Bryce snapped, completely ignoring his other teammates. He grabbed the backs of both of their collars, dragging them away and down another, quieter hallway. He released them, pushing them both against a wall.
"Hey Bryce, what's up?" Trent asked, attempting to act casually.
"What the fuck was that last night?" Bryce demanded furiously.
Evan shrugged. "What? We said we wouldn't touch him and we didn't!" He smirked slightly at the loophole.
"You do realise, what you did, what YOU TWO started, that's assault. All Jack has to do is tell one teacher, or a parent or the police and that's it, you two go down along with half the team. You get that, right?" Bryce said, deliberately trying to scare them.
Evan smirked again. "Yeah, but it's all of our word against just his!"
"And mine!" Bryce replied immediately. He saw both of their faces drop. "That's right. He decides to come forward about it, I'll tell them everything!"
"You wouldn't?" Trent asked nervously.
"You bet your fucking ass I would," Bryce insisted. "Unless you go and put it right. Do whatever it takes. Apologise, grovel, beg, whatever it fucking takes!"
"No way, he's lost it. We finally took him down. We can't give in to that dick again!" Trent argued.
Bryce grabbed them both by the throats, slamming them against the wall and lifting until their feet were barely touching the ground. "Just fucking do it!" He glared for a moment, then dropped them, immediately turning to walk away.
THURSDAY
"Okay, I want ten laps from everyone in full pads, then onto the field. First string is taking on second!" Jack called out.
"Tell him to go fuck himself," someone muttered.
"I'm not doing anything he says!" another player mumbled.
From behind them, Bryce cleared his throat. He had made it clear to the team that Jack was still in charge and that regardless of what had happened at the last two practices, they were still to obey. The reminder of the large teen's presence was enough to scare the disobedience out of them.
"Yes Captain!" the team responded.
Bryce looked over as every started peeling away and saw Jack grinning confidently at the Coach. 'Why the fuck am I helping that dick?' he thought to himself as he followed the rest of the team.
NOW
Bryce had barely slept. After Jack had arrived, he had brought him up to his room and the two had lay down together. No words were exchanged before Jack fell asleep. Bryce had nodded off after a while after but had woken up barely an hour later and had yet to get back to sleep.
He was laying on his side, head propped up on a pillow, one arm under Jack's neck, the other one draped across his stomach. He had been sleeping peacefully for a while, breathing rhythmically, looking peaceful and, as much as Bryce hated to admit it, looking quite cute. Eventually though, he began to frown, occasionally letting out gentle moans.
Jack started to squirm, his moans turning into mumbles and then gradually into words as his breathing deepened. "No... I... no..." he started. "The spiders, they're... they're on me..." Jack mumbled, hands beginning to move slightly.
"Shh, it's okay," Bryce whispered in his ear. "It's just a dream, you're okay," he added reassuringly. He reached up and gently ran his fingers through Jack's hair.
Jack's sleep-talking quickly subsided, quietening down into gentle moans again before silencing entirely, his breathing going back to normal.
Bryce eventually got to sleep too, still holding Jack. He woke a couple more times during the night as he felt Jack stir, his dreams disturbing him again but it never lasted long with Bryce there to comfort him.
As it started to get light, Bryce awoke once more. He leaned back to look at his clock and realised the alarm would be going off soon so decided to lay there awake for a while rather than trying to sleep any more. He had barely moved during the night, so Jack was still curled up against him. His movement to look at the clock had woken the elder teen who blinked a few times before looking up.
"Morning," Bryce said with a sweet smile.
Jack smiled back, but it quickly faded as memories of the previous day crept back in. "Morning," he said back with a sigh.
"You okay? You seemed like you had a few bad dreams," Bryce said, concerned about his restlessness during the night.
Jack blushed. Considering Bryce had seen him naked, fucked him and everything else they had been through, it seemed strange that something as simple as knowing about a few bad dreams could embarrass Jack. "Oh, I... yeah, guess I have some things on my mind!" he said quietly, gently nuzzling his head against Bryce's chest. Suddenly he sat up sharply and looked at the younger teen. "Oh, any news from Danny?"
Bryce shook his head, getting a dejected sigh in response.
Jack flopped back down, resting against Bryce once more before actually thinking about what he was doing. He pulled away slightly, blushed again and said, "Sorry, I... erm..." he wasn't really sure what he was apologising for, so it was hard to find the words.
Bryce smiled. "Don't worry about it," he said, then glanced at the clock. "We still have some time if you wanna lay back down!"
Jack grinned and replied, "Or we could..." he started, then leaned in to kiss Bryce.
Bryce raised a hand and pushed Jack back as he leaned away. "No!" he said firmly. "This..." he started, then gestured to the bed, "This isn't an 'us' thing, this was just me looking after a friend who was upset. I told you last night, we're not there yet!"
"Sorry, I just... assumed.." Jack mumbled. He didn't know what was more confusing, the fact that he had tried (and wanted) to kiss a guy or the fact that he actually felt a knot in his stomach as he realised how much he had damaged things between them by lying to Elliott and Ben. "Oh shit!" he said, suddenly remembering, "I stayed out all night. My parents are gonna kill me, and Elliott's gonna be seriously pissed that I'm not there when he goes to pick me up! Oh fuck, I'm dead."
Bryce smiled. "Don't worry about it. After you fell asleep, I got your Mom's number off your phone and messaged her. I told her you were upset about Aaron and that you'd come round, but fallen asleep. She didn't seem thrilled, but I doubt she's too pissed. I messaged Elliott too, told him you were here and that I'd take you to school today."
Jack stared in amazement. "I... erm... thanks," Jack said humbly. "I know I don't deserve to have you looking out for me, but... I'm... glad you are!"
Bryce smirked. 'If only you knew!' he thought to himself, thinking back over the last few days. The smirk soon turned into a frown as Bryce psyched himself up to ask a question that had played on his mind all night. He took a deep breath and asked, "Jack, about Aaron... what happened with him... was it really an accident?"
Jack felt numb. Did Bryce know the truth? Had he figured out Jack's plan for revenge on their teammate? "Whadda you mean?" he asked uncomfortably.
"Well Aaron was in on what we've been doing to you. I thought maybe you'd seen it as some kind of opportunity to get some payback!" Bryce explained.
"What? No! It was an accident!" Jack lied defensively.
"You promise?" Bryce asked, sounding almost hopeful.
Jack smiled, mostly trying to hide the searing guilt he felt inside. "Yeah, I promise!"
Jack made his way into the school. For the first time that week, he wasn't embarrassed by his outfit. Bryce had leant him some clothes to save him driving all the way across town just to get changed. The things he wore, while slightly too big for him, weren't part of some plan to humiliate him!
Throughout the week, Jack had gotten used to being watched by the rest of the students. Whether it was for his clothing, his changes in body hair or his often-prominent erection, all eyes seemed to be on him. Today was no different, but somehow it felt worse. Today they were looking at him because they knew what had happened with Aaron.
As was always the way at Holmepoint High School, word had spread fast. While various versions of what had happened had spread and grown as it passed through the student body, two simple facts remained absolute – Aaron had been paralysed and Jack had been the one to do it. Half the people watching him glared with anger, furious at the young man who had hurt one of their fellow students, the other half watched him sympathetically, knowing how hard it must be to live with that knowledge.
Fortunately for Jack, he was the only one who knew it had been a deliberate attack! Had that part become public knowledge, things would be substantially different.
Minutes after arriving at the school, there was an announcement over the PA system asking Jack to go to the Principal's office.
Bryce, who had brought Jack to school and followed him inside, rested his hand on Jack's shoulder. "You want me to come with you?" he asked quietly as students all around intensified their whispering.
Jack blushed as he realised he wanted to say yes and turned even brighter red as he realised that all he really wanted was to dive back into Bryce's arms. His feelings for the younger teen were confusing and scary, something he had not yet taken the time to really think about. All he knew was that the only time in the whole week when he had felt even remotely safe was when Bryce's arms were around him.
He smiled weakly and shook his head. "I'll be fine, but thanks," he said, starting to walk away.
It only took a minute to reach the Principal's office. As he got there, he knocked quietly and waited a moment until he heard a voice inviting him in. As he opened the door, he found the Principal sat at his desk, Coach Sanders sat opposite him and a third man, someone Jack didn't recognise, sat off to the side.
"Come in Jack, have a seat!" the Principal said with a gentle smile, gesturing to a seat beside the Coach.
Jack shut the door and sat down nervously, remaining silent.
"Don't look so worried, Jack. We just need to ask a couple of questions about what happened yesterday. Are you happy to talk now, or would you rather we have your parents present?" the Principal asked.
"No, I'm fine!" Jack said. Had he been sat entirely on his own he may not have been so sure, but he had the Coach at his side which reassured him. "Am I... in trouble?" he asked cautiously.
The three men exchanged quick glances before the Principal smiled again and shook his head. "No, not at all, we just need to check a few details. Coach Sanders had filled us in on most of what happened. We know that last night at practice, a game took place between teams made up of the first and second string respectively. We understand that the game proceeded as normal, until an injury brought it to an abrupt end and it's that injury we need to discuss. Coach Sanders advised us that you had the ball, saw an opening and ran the field, is that right?"
Jack nodded.
"And from there, you broke through the defensive line, correct?" the Principal went on, getting another nod. "Now from there, we understand you headed towards the second string's linebackers, yes?"
"That's right," Jack said, beginning to get increasingly nervous.
"Now, from what we've heard," the Principal said, leaning forward slightly in his seat, "There was an opening you could have very easily taken and scored the touchdown. Do you recall that?"
Jack thought for a moment. Obviously he knew it was correct, it was how he was going to answer that mattered. He decided on a simple, "Yes I do."
"Uh huh," the Principal said, glancing at the man to his side. "So, why didn't you take that opening? Surely an easy opening makes more sense than taking on a linebacker!"
"Sir, do you play football?" Jack asked, surprising them all.
The principal smiled. "I'm getting a bit old for that now, but I was in my High School team, yes."
"So when you were playing a match against an opposing team, what was the main priority?" Jack went on, feeling slightly smug at the way he had taken control of the conversation.
"Scoring of course, and winning!" the Principal answered.
"Yeah, and how about practice. What's the main priority in that?" Jack questioned.
"Getting better, improving the team, that sort of thing," the Principal said casually.
"That's right," Jack agreed. "The game we played last night wasn't a competitive match, it was practice. I mean, I was never gonna let us lose it, not against the second string, but we were up by enough points that one more touchdown really didn't make much difference. Sure, I saw the opening, but I'm the Captain so I'm always looking for ways to improve the team too. Watching an opposing quarterback score achieves nothing, being given a chance to try and stop him, that's how they learn, it's how they get better at the game!"
The principal looked at the other man, who nodded gently. "Okay," he said, "That makes sense. Now there does seem to be some question about the... ferocity of the tackle. Do you have anything to say about that?"
"Well if you'll excuse the language, Sir, when I'm on the field I'm a tough son-of-a-bitch. When I tackle someone, I mean it. Just look at all our wins since I became Captain. You don't get that kind of winning streak without playing hard!" Jack explained. The answer came easily to him because, for the most part, it was entirely true. When he was on the field, he was serious, he played for keeps. He looked briefly to the Coach.
"He's not kidding. He's a tough kid!" Coach Sanders backed Jack up.
"And you're sure this was just an unfortunate accident?" the Principal asked.
The Coach looked at Jack once more, the nervous teen nodding. "Yeah, I'm sure!" the Coach replied.
"Then that's all we need for now," The Principal said, looking more than a little relieved to have the entire conversation over with. "Thank you for your time, Jack."
Jack smiled and stood, immediately heading for the door. As he reached it, he turned back and asked, "Is there any news on him yet?"
"Yes, we got an update from his father a short while ago," Coach Sanders answered. "Fortunately, they believe things aren't quite as bad as they could be. The next couple of days are crucial, but they remain hopeful of significant improvements!"
"That's great!" Jack said happily as he turned to leave.
Shortly after Jack had left, Lincoln caught up with Bryce, the two standing at the side of the main hallway, talking about Aaron. They had both received a text message from Danny updating them on the situation and had been discussing it ever since. Bryce had explained to Lincoln how Jack had come round the previous night, but had left out most of the intimate details.
"Hey guys," Ben said as he an Elliott approached the other two.
"Hey lil dude," Bryce said back to him with a grin.
Ben tried to look annoyed at Bryce's greeting, but his shy grin made it painfully apparent that he actually kind of liked it. "Shut up you... big... person!" Ben said back, trying to think of some kind of insult but failing completely.
"Ah, weak comeback!" Lincoln chuckled.
"You're a weak comeback!" Ben retorted.
"Wow, you really suck at trash-talking lil dude!" Bryce teased.
Ben grinned. "Only with people I like, otherwise I'd destroy you. But wanna find out what else I suck?" he asked playfully.
Bryce laughed, and nudged Ben's arm as the younger boy stood beside him. After the unpleasantness of the last couple of days, it actually felt amazing to smile and laugh again. It felt slightly wrong to be doing it while Aaron was laying in hospital, but he had done already enough moping that week!
"Hey, you okay?" Lincoln asked, realising Elliott hadn't said a word. He had barely even looked up at the exchange between the other two.
"Yeah, just... thinking," Elliott said with a sigh.
"About what?" Lincoln asked, leaning down to look up into Elliott's face as the older boy continued to stare at the ground. He grinned as Elliott looked at him, but got nothing but a frown back.
"Jack!" Elliott replied. He raised his eyes to look round the others one at a time, gauging their reactions to the name. "I was wondering if we should... maybe... stop what we're doing to him."
"No way!" Lincoln insisted abruptly.
Bryce wasn't quite as emphatic as Lincoln, but still seemed hesitant about the idea. He frowned at Elliott and asked, "Why would we?"
"Because of Aaron," Elliott explained. "It hardly seems right to... to... play around while he's.... like, paralysed!"
Ben sighed. "I suppose you have a point," he said dejectedly.
"What? No way!" Bryce disagreed. "I can't believe you'd even say that!" he said directly at Elliott. "I think some of us are in this for really different reasons. For some its payback, others it actually is just kinda fun to see him suffer, but not you, you're different! Ever since the start, you've been the one insisting you're doing this to help him. Is that still true or were you just talking shit the whole time?"
Elliott actually looked offended. "What? No, I meant it. I wanna help him, he's my..." he paused mid-sentence, realising what he was about to say. He let out a hearty sigh and he looked round the others, then continued, "He's my best friend!"
"Exactly!" Bryce argued. "If we stop now, all that'll happen is he'll go on the way he was, but he'll just be extra pissed at all of us. That's NOT helping him. We have to keep doing this because I think you're right. I think we really can help him!" It seemed strange to Bryce that he was advocating continuing Jack's torture. He had spent so much of the last few days helping him and comforting him that encouraging further abuse seemed almost counter-intuitive, but he knew things the others didn't. In a lot of ways, despite his recent absence, he had seen a lot more of Jack than the others had and he genuinely believed he was beginning to see a change in him!
Elliott looked mostly convinced, but still seemed slightly hesitant. "Whadda you guys think?" he asked the other two.
Lincoln grinned. "Honestly, I don't really care if we can help him or not, I'm just having fun messing with him!"
Elliott laughed. "Well I appreciate the honesty!" he said back. He looked to his boyfriend. "Ben?"
The youngest of the group looked thoughtful. He knew Elliott's reasons for stopping, they had discussed it in length on the way in to school that morning, but Bryce made a good point too. He kept thinking back to the night in the park when he had been alone with Jack. He had said awful things to the older boy. Although he truly believed what he had said, a small part of him hoped Jack would prove him wrong somehow. He decided to listen to that little voice once again as he nodded and said, "Bryce is right. We gotta see this through!" As he finished talking, he felt his phone vibrate so he reached in and pulled it out.
Elliott shrugged. "Well I guess that's that then. We're in it til the end! Guess I'd better start thinking of something for tonight then!" he said with a smirk.
"Wow, how's this for timing. I just found something for Jack to do tonight!" Ben said excitedly as he looked at his phone.
Jack had hidden himself away in the bathroom stall. He figured that being called to the Principal's office would provide him with a suitable alibi for skipping homeroom. He just needed some time to himself.
He had amazed himself in the Principal's office by managing to talk himself out of what could have been very bad situation. Of course, being free of blame and free of guilt were two very different things! No matter how he tried to distract himself, he just couldn't take his mind off of Aaron.
What if the paralysis was permanent? Even if it wasn't, his football career was almost definitely over? What did that mean for his future? Jack remembered Aaron once saying that he was depending on a football scholarship to get into College. He felt a wave of guilt wash over him as he remembered teasing Aaron about it, mocking how poor his family was that they wouldn't be able to afford College without the scholarship. That possibility was gone now, all of it.
"Get over it!" Jack hissed quietly at himself. "It was just an accident, it wasn't your fault!" he lied to himself. "If you want everyone else to believe that, you've gotta act like it's true. Fucking get it together!"
'Yeah, but what if they find out?' Jack thought, trembling slightly. 'What if Bryce finds out? Or Elliott? Fuck, who cares about that prick. He won't even talk to me, fuck him! Why? Why won't he talk to me?'
Jack shook his head, wondering how he got from Aaron to Elliott. "No, forget it. You're Jack fucking Hamilton!" He took a deep breath and slammed the stall door open, then strode out into the hall just in time for the bell to signal first period.
Walking along and attempting to appear carefree, he casually pulled his phone out of his pocket. He had a few messages and notifications, mostly various forms of social media that he had been steering clear of for fear of what he might see about himself. One thing caught his eye right away. It was an email from Isaac, the owner of the club he had gone to for his 'audition'. He briefly considered simply deleting it, but he saw Ben had been copied in so it would be pointless. Opening it up with a mix of excitement and trepidation, he started to read it.
'Hi Jack
Congratulations, I'm delighted to tell you that your audition was successful. My customers LOVED you and they definitely want more! You need to do some work on your dancing, you'll only get by on being hot for so long, but I can put you in touch with someone to help with that!
Anyway, the hours are pretty flexible. We have shows on the main stage six nights a week so just let me know each week what days you're free and I'll see where I can fit you in. Now you won't get paid for the work you do, that way I don't have to deal with a mountain of paperwork, but you get to keep one hundred percent of all tips. I know that doesn't sound too fair, but believe me, some of my customers can be VERY generous if they like you! Ben said you were happy to do shows with some of the other performers which opens up a lot more options. Tips for these shows get shared out equally between all performers.
I'm not sure if Ben had filled you in on some of the 'other' job opportunities at my club, but that's something we can definitely discuss. I've already had several requests for your services! Ben advised me that you are likely willing to do whatever is required, so I should think we'll be able to make good use of you.
Anyway, welcome on board, email me back with your availability and we can get you started!
Isaac'
Jack hadn't even realised he had stopped walking until someone nudged past him and nearly knocked the phone from his hand. 'Other job opportunities?' Jack thought. 'Requests for my services? What the fuck is this place?' He had almost been looking forward to the possibility of getting on stage again. It was a bizarre feeling, enjoying the thought of being seen stripping. Had he been asked to do it anywhere else, it would have terrified him, but doing it on stage for a horny, ravenous audience, somehow that did it for him!
What worried him now was the other parts. What had Ben gotten him into? He couldn't even pretend not to have gotten the email as Isaac had copied Ben in on it too. He figured for now he would just have to wait and see what happened.
At lunchtime, it was with more than a little trepidation that Jack approached the cafeteria. So far, during his week of torments he had spent his lunchtimes in the store room, servicing his tormentors. When he had been advised to go to the cafeteria instead, he had expected the worse. They wouldn't make him do anything quite so public and overt would they? If nothing else, there were faculty members present who would surely step in to stop anything too extreme.
It was with a note of pleasant surprise that Jack walked in and saw Elliott, Ben, Lincoln and Bryce all sat together, waving him over.
"Erm... hi," he said nervously, looking round and expecting something unpleasant to happen.
"Relax!" Lincoln said, seeing Jack's hesitance. "You're just here for lunch. We already got you something!"
"Really?" Jack asked in shock. As he looked down at the table, he saw five trays in front of the four guys.
Ben slid the fifth tray towards the seat nearest Jack and smiled. "Yup, now sit down."
"Yes Sir!" Jack said with a relieved smile, taking a seat. "Look, I'm not complaining but..."
Elliott looked round at him. "We're just giving you a break. I should imagine you've had a tough morning so we're going easy. Don't get used to it!" he said, very nearly smiling.
Jack stared back at his former friend. He had actually spoken to him and, more significantly, had actually shown a little consideration. Jack grinned, even more than he had intended to. It felt great to actually be treated like a normal person for a change, rather than the slave he seemed to be turning into.
The atmosphere was surprisingly jovial and lively, aside from the few minutes they had spent discussing Aaron. Once that was out of the way, they had gone back to laughing and joking with each other.
"So Jack, had any interesting emails?" Ben asked when the conversation lulled.
Jack immediately blushed. It was obvious that Ben had seen the email and judging by the looks on everyone else's faces they were also aware of what it had said. "Yeah, I got the job!" he said, smiling but still red-cheeked.
"You really stripped on stage?" Bryce asked, shaking his head. He had heard all about it from the others, regretting immediately that he had missed out.
"Yeah, I did," Jack said, smiling coyly.
"He's a fucking natural!" Lincoln said enthusiastically.
"Really? That good?" Bryce asked, his mind racing with images.
Ben nodded eagerly. "Fuck yes. I tell ya, from the second he started," he gave a hand gesture to indicate an erection, getting a laugh from the others. "Like, rock hard. And I wasn't the only one!" Ben said, nudging Elliott in the side.
Jack stared at Elliott in surprise, but it was Elliott who blushed this time.
"Shut up!" Elliott said, staring down at his tray.
"Damn! I'm gonna have to see the next one then!" Bryce said eagerly, glad that the table hid his stiffening cock.
A sudden thought occurred to Jack. "Hey, Ben... what are the, erm, other opportunities Isaac mentioned?"
All eyes fell on the young mastermind. He simply grinned and chuckled wickedly.
Lunchtime had almost made Jack forget the nature of his relationship with the others. He soon found himself reminded of it as soon as they set off for the club. They had to stop off at Lincoln's place to pick him up. As soon as they pulled up near his house, Ben looked to Jack and commanded, "Strip!"
Jack looked round nervously. In the open-top car, sat in the middle of a residential area he could so easily be seen by anyone passing by. Regardless, he obeyed the order and pulled off the clothing he had borrowed from Bryce that morning. Moments later, the only thing he wore was his chastity cage.
Ben grabbed the clothes, jumped out and headed to the door to Lincoln's basement room. He knocked and Lincoln soon answered.
Ben handed over the clothes then headed back to the car with the last member of their party.
Jack couldn't help noticing the distinct lack of clothing in Ben's hand when he came back. He had expected to be given something embarrassing to wear rather than just being left naked. Without mentioning Jack's nudity, Ben and Lincoln got in the car and Elliott pulled off.
Jack flinched every time they passed another vehicle or a pedestrian. He knew they could see him, Elliott occasionally slowing down when they were alongside another vehicle to let them get a better look. He found himself suddenly appreciating the cage, it was all that saved him from showing off an erection along with the rest of his body.
Bryce and Ben, who sat either side of the naked seventeen-year-old in the back of the car, had decided to tease him while they drove. Their hands were all over him, sliding up and down his stomach, the slightest hints of stubble appearing. Occasionally they would tease a nipple, obviously not too much, the last thing they wanted was having him erupting before they could really enjoy it. The part that aroused Jack the most, however, was when one or both of them started kissing and nibbling his neck, ear or shoulder. The warmth of their mouths felt amazing on his wind-chilled skin.
By the time they reached the club, Jack had left a puddle of precum on the back seat. As they got out, Ben saw it, smirked at Jack and said, "Don't leave the car in a mess like that. Clean it up!"
Jack looked round for a tissue or something he could use before he heard Ben clear his throat. He looked at the boy, his expression making it clear what he meant. With a sigh, Jack leant into the back of the car, giving the parking lot a perfect view of his bare ass as he licked the seat clean of his own precum.
"Good boy!" Ben said, getting a slight chuckle from the others as they headed to the building's rear door.
To say Jack was scared would be somewhat of an understatement. Despite his nudity, upon entering the building he had felt fairly confident about the situation. That confidence had quickly disappeared once Jack was led downstairs and away from the main 'strip club' part of the building. He had been allowed to put a mask on again, but even that gave him little comfort once he saw where he was being taken to.
The room he was shown into could best be described as a dungeon. Jack thought he had seen everything last weekend when they visited the sex shop, but the range of toys and equipment they had in the dungeon made it look like nothing! There appeared to be several 'stations' around the room, each with a couple of different pieces of equipment clearly designed for securing someone in place in a set position. Two of the walls were lined with cabinets and display cases overflowing with every gadget and gizmo a sexual deviant could ever desire!
The room itself was quite large, but seemed even bigger as the other two walls were lined with massive mirrors. While Lincoln, Ben, Bryce and Elliott had looked enthralled by the place, Jack had grown increasingly pale with each passing second as Isaac showed them round. Once he had shown them the sights, he stopped to explain, mainly for Jack's benefit, how it all worked.
"Okay, so despite the way this may look, this is NOT a brothel. I don't provide whores and that's not what you're here for!" Isaac said definitively.
Jack wasn't sure whether that was supposed to be reassuring in some way, but it only intimidated him further.
"The guys I provide here are volunteers. That means you're here by choice and everything you do, you do by your own choice!" Isaac went on, either not hearing or disregarding the smirks from Jack's captors. "As such, you simply have to say the house safe word at any time and all activity will stop. All my patrons are very much aware of this rule and failure to follow it will result in immediate and permanent expulsion from the club."
Jack nodded his understanding. That part actually did make him feel a little more at ease.
"So sometimes you'll be in here with just a single person, although that's rare as it's quite pricey, but you may also find groups of up to thirty guys. Similarly, you may be the only one of my workers in here or you may be working with others. When you are working in here, you obey the commands given to you by the customers. Should they order you to do something that breaks one of your hard limits, which we can get to later, you can advise them of this, with respect, and then carry on as with any other commands they give you. Understand?" Isaac explained.
By this point, Jack's hands were literally shaking, but he nodded anyway.
"You have probably noticed the mirrors," Isaac said, pointing to the two mirrored walls. "There are private rooms behind those. Some of our patrons only wish to watch a show rather than get involved so we offer reduced rates for spectating from those private rooms. If the light is on above a mirror, it means that room is occupied, so if all those lights are on Jack, make sure you put on a good show. The tips upstairs are good, but down here you can make a fortune!"
"Okay," Jack said quietly, glancing round at the various lights. The prospect of being in the room with thirty guys had seemed daunting enough, but to have people spectating too, he could already feel himself blushing.
"Now, with regard to your mask, nobody will ever try to remove it. Privacy is treated almost as strictly as safety here. The patrons will respect your privacy and they will expect you to do the same in return. Not all of our customers are out or single, so some will choose to also wear masks, so discretion is absolutely essential. We lose our customers' trust and I lose my business and that's no good for any of us! I guess that brings us onto tonight. Obviously you're... slightly limited in your capabilities," Isaac said, raising an eyebrow and gesturing to the chastity cage, "But fortunately a lot of my regulars are less interested in what they can do to your cock and more interested in what you can do to theirs! As such, you'll just have a group of six in here tonight with you."
"S... six?" Jack said nervously.
Isaac frowned at Jack's obvious fear. "If you're not ready for this, you don't have to do it!"
Jack looked from Isaac to his four owners. The looks on their faces made it clear that backing down was not an option here, so he gulped, nodded and said, "No, I want to do it!"
Isaac chuckled and slapped Jack on the back, "Good man! Your customers should be here soon, I'll bring them up when they arrive," he said, starting to head towards the exit. He looked back to the others and called out, "You guys go through that door over there, take a left then go into Room Three. You can watch from there!"
Jack watched Isaac leave, but at his last comment his head shot round fast to stare at the others. "You're gonna watch?"
"Hell yeah, Jacky," Lincoln said excitedly. "No way we're missing this show!"
"Oh God," Jack moaned, eyes lowering to the ground.
"Yeah, just one thing you should know though, Jack," Elliott said coldly. "That safe word... that's not for you. You do whatever those guys want you to. WHATEVER. THEY. WANT!" He emphasised the last few words slowly and clearly to really hammer it home for Jack.
"That's right!" Ben agreed. "You chicken out and say the safe word and we let each of the guys in here leave with a password to your site!"
Jack felt like the world was collapsing in around him. The kindness he had been shown at lunchtime had made him think briefly that maybe his ordeal was coming to an end. Even the playful journey over to the club had been mild compared to some of the other things they had done to him. This, however, felt like he had just been thrown right back into the worst of it all. As he looked round the room, his mind was already racing with the things the six strangers might do to him.
The four other teens headed for the door Isaac had pointed out. As they headed out, Lincoln looked back and gave a devilish grin. "See you shortly!" he said with a chuckle, looking over at the mirror.
The door closed and Jack stood alone in the silence. A few moments later, one of the lights came on above a mirror, suggesting that the others had reached their designated room.
Jack was more than a little surprised as the door opened and his six 'customers' walked in. He had given little thought to his expectations, but what appeared still seemed different to him. The six men who entered were already naked , clearly not wanting to waste any time. After all, Jack figured, they were probably paying for this experience by the hour, so time was of the essence for them!
Of the six men, three were masked. Jack quickly looked at them as they walked in. The man in the blue mask, who Jack figured he may as well refer to as 'Blue' had a fairly impressive body. If Jack had to guess, without seeing his face, he would have placed him somewhere in his late thirties, maybe early forties. He was well muscled, with a chest full of dark hair, speckled with the very occasional grey. His cock, standing rigid thanks in no small part to the thick metal cock ring at the base stood at a very thick seven inches.
The man in the Red mask, or 'Red' to Jack, looked somewhat younger, maybe in his early twenties. He was not in quite as good shape as Blue, his stomach beginning to hint at chubby, his smooth chest entirely untoned. His cock, unaided by a ring, also stood rigid, a modest five inches, topped with a small patch of dark pubes, the only hair on his body.
The third masked man, 'Green' looked to be slightly older than Blue. His body looked to Jack like one that had been well cared for, built up to quite significant musculature, but then allowed to slip a little for a couple of years. There was still the visible shape and muscle tone, but with just a hint of flabbiness creeping in. His cock and balls were contained in a thick rubber device that forced his cock to remain hard, standing at six inches, while pulling his balls down almost painfully far.
The other three unmasked men somehow seemed more sinister to Jack than their concealed counterparts. It almost felt like they had nothing to hide and as such, nothing to fear from Jack. The first of them, a blonde man in his late twenties, was eyeing Jack hungrily already. Jack quickly dubbed him 'Blondie'. He was very slightly on the chubby side, but at substantially over six feet tall, he just seemed huge compared to some of the others. His cock was equally chubby, only five inches long but far too thick to fit a single hand round.
Beside Blondie stood a short, almost painfully slim dark haired man, barely older than Jack. His most significant feature was his impressive body hair. For someone his age, he was unusually hirsute, chest covered in a thick blanket of fur, a wide trail running down his stomach and a huge bush above a six inch erection. His legs and forearms were equally hairy, contrasting heavily with his pale skin. Jack dubbed this one 'Hairy'.
Jack's eye was immediately drawn to the cock of the last member of the group. It was nothing short of monstrous! Eight, maybe even nine inches, impressively thick and with a large dark-purple mushroom head. Beneath it hung two equally oversized balls. The owner of the cock, who Jack dubbed 'Monster' was similar in age to Blue or Green. He was big, like Green appearing to have had a past of substantial gym work which had slowly been forgotten. Most of his torso was hairy, but neatly trimmed rather than unrestrained like Hairy.
"Hi," Jack said tentatively.
"Shut up. You speak when spoken to!" Blondie warned, raising a hand but holding it back.
Jack instinctively shrank back from the raised hand, but only slightly as he realised it was only a threat.
"Over here!" Blue ordered, grabbing Jack's arm and pulling him towards one of the stations.
It was a short wooden bench, about waist high. Jack was forced to lay down on it, a thick leather strap was pulled over his back to hold him down, his legs pulled wide apart and secured to the floor. Jack whimpered slightly as he realised what was coming. He was perfectly positioned to be fucked in both ass and mouth.
"Back up, me first!" Blondie said, pushing the others aside.
Jack was relieved to notice large dishes of condoms at each station, alongside the range of lubes. Blondie picked one up, slid it on quickly and lubed Jack's ass roughly with two fingers. With no real warning, Blondie thrust the full length of his cock inside Jack.
"Ugh!" Jack moaned as he felt himself getting impaled. He glanced over at the mirror, knowing the others were watching. He immediately regretting it, feeling his stomach churn as he thought about their eyes on him. He wasn't able to look for long as he soon felt hands grabbing his head. He couldn't look up far enough to see who it was, but he recognised the cock rapidly approaching his mouth as the thick tool belonging to Blue.
The two men fucked both ends and were not gentle about it. Jack found himself thinking about Bryce. While the vigorous fuck was shocking but not entirely unpleasant, he just couldn't help imagining Bryce's cock inside him. Once again he was shaken from his thoughts by the activities of his customers. Both his arms were lifted up, each hand finding itself on a solid dick. Unable to look, he was forced to guess who they belonged to. The one in his right hand was easy, the girth alone told him it belonged to Monster. The one in his left hand was not quite as distinct. It was only when he felt the rubber device that he realised it was Green.
"Stroke faster!" Someone yelled at Jack as his hands slowed. It sounded like it came from Monster's direction, but it was hard to tell.
Suddenly, obviously meant to encourage him to speed up, Jack felt a sharp lash against his back. With Blue's cock halfway down his throat, he was unable to look at who was whipping him or what with, all he could do was grunt with pain, the vibrations of his noise clearly stimulating Blue, the man groaning with delight. The whipping did its job, Jack sped up his stroking.
"My turn, move over!" a slightly weasely voice said, pushing Blue aside.
Jack took a few deep breaths in the few seconds his mouth was empty before he saw another cock approaching, the excessive hair surrounding it making it clear it belonged to Hairy. He smirked quietly to himself as he thought about the voice he had just heard, it fit with the scrawny man perfectly. Hairy was a lot less vigorous in his approach, mostly letting Jack actually suck his cock rather than fucking his throat.
Whilst the gentler approach was a relief to Jack as it meant he didn't keep gagging, it also meant he had to focus on it more. As he did so, his hands slowed a little, attracting another quick lash across his back.
"Ah yeah!" A voice called out from behind Jack, likely Blondie. He felt the man's cock slide quickly out of his ass.
A few seconds later, he felt warm wetness covering his lower back and butt cheeks. The feeling of another guy's cum on him was one that he was begrudgingly getting used to. Given very little time to recover, he felt another cock immediately slide inside him. The new dick filling him slightly split Jack's focus, triggering both his hands and mouth to slow a little. Simultaneously he got two lashes over his back from the whip and firm thrust from Hairy into his mouth.
"Mmmmfff!" Jack groaned from the synchronised shocks.
What followed was a seemingly endless spit-roast with a rolling roster of cocks in both ends of Jack, as well as his hands. With no clock to watch, Jack had little concept of how long they were doing it. All he could really do to occupy himself was to constantly try and figure out whose cock was whose, not a game he had ever expected he might play! He did manage to keep count of how many loads had been shot however. He had swallowed three and had three shot over his back and ass.
'Please let that be it!' Jack thought to himself as he felt the sixth load. 'You've all shot, now time to go home!'
When Jack felt the strap across his back and the ankle restraints being released, he thought for just a moment that his hopes had been realised. He winced a little as he stood, both from the stiffness of being held in the same position for so long, but also because of the stinging on his back from the lashings.
"Get over here!" Blondie ordered, grabbing Jack's hair and virtually dragging him across the room.
Jack found himself positioned between two posts, his arms stretched up and out to the side, then held securely in place with restraints. His legs were once again pulled far apart before being secured. He glanced at some of the equipment nearby, most of which he didn't recognise but could make an educated guess about. He spotted a couple of blindfolds nearby and actually began to hope that one might be put on him. Not knowing what was happening had to be easier than seeing the six men circling him like a pack hyenas playing with a weak gazelle.
"Okay, who's up?" Blondie asked, moving away as he finished securing Jack.
"Me!" Hairy called out, groping at his rigid cock as he approached their slave. He moved behind Jack, rolling a condom down his shaft as he walked. He moved behind Jack, grabbed a hip with one hand and guided his cock into the teen's ass with the other, sliding as far inside as his six inches would allow.
Jack felt the young man's body press against his back. It was a strange feeling, he was all sinew and (surprisingly soft) hair. His arms slid round Jack's sides, then up his body before curling up over his shoulders, pinning himself against Jack. It was a strange position, but Jack quickly realised the reason.
Blue approached him holding some kind of flogger, a handle attached to several dozen thin strips of leather. He swung it round then swiped it against Jack's torso. Had Hairy simply wrapped his arms around Jack, they would have been taking the brunt of the hit. Instead, they were up and out of the way, meaning Jack felt every bit of it.
"Aaaah fuck!" he yelled out.
"WE. TOLD. YOU. NOT. TO. TALK!" Blue yelled out, lashing at Jack with the flogger as he said each word.
"Ah, stop, please!" Jack begged.
"SHUT. THE. FUCK. UP!" Blue repeated the process all over again.
Jack whimpered at the latest round of lashes, his body feeling like it was on fire each time the leather strips whipped against him. He could hear Hairy laughing in his ear, his cock seeming to harden inside him in response to Jack's pain.
'Say the word!' Jack quickly thought to himself as he remembered the safe word Isaac had told him during their tour. 'They told you not to, but they can't have known you'd be getting treated like this... could they?'
Jack opened his mouth to speak, wishing he could move and get away from the flogging, but stopped himself as a thought occurred to him. 'Aaron!' he thought to himself. 'He's in pain, he can't move but he doesn't get a safe word, so why the fuck should you? If Aaron can't just say a word and stop the pain, then neither can you. You deserve this! No, you deserve worse. You crippled him! This is the least you deserve!"
As Jack inwardly admonished himself for his actions with Aaron, the flogging and fucking continued. As Hairy finished fucking him, Red took over while Blondie took over round the front, choosing to use a crop rather than a flogger.
The more it hurt, the more Jack steeled himself, screaming louder and louder in his own head that he deserved this. Tears were streaming down his cheeks from the pain, but still he refused to say the word.
"Fuck this kid's tough!" Blue whispered to Monster as the gruelling punishment continued. He was both amazed and turned on, standing there stroking his cock excitedly.
"Yeah, and look at the way he's leaking, he fucking loves it!" Monster whispered back, looking at the steady stream of precum from Jack's long-suffering cock.
Red finished fucking Jack, immediately replaced by a very-excited Blue who shot within a minute of resuming his fucking of Jack. After Red, it was Blondie's turn round the back as Blue took over, picking up the flogger he had discarded earlier. With Jack's stomach and chest already looking painfully red, he began focussing on Jack's legs.
By the time Blondie, followed by Green, had finished fucking Jack his legs were as red as his upper half. That was when it all stopped. His vision blurry from the streaming tears, Jack blinked and looked up to see what was happening. He took a shaky intake of breath as he saw Monster moving up to stand in front of him.
In both positions Jack had been in, he had yet to have Monster's enormous tool inside his ass. Back on the other bench, he had shot down Jack's throat but that was as much as he had done so far. Jack sobbed quietly at the prospect of not only having the gigantic cock inside him, but also at the thought of the flogging continuing. He stung all over so much.
"I'd say that's enough flogging," Monster said with a cocky smirk. "At least, on the front anyway. You two, release his legs," he commanded, pointing to Red and Hairy, then gestured to Blue, "You focus on his back!"
Jack wondered what was happening. If Monster wasn't intending to go behind him, was the fucking over? Had he escaped the inevitably painful fuck?
The massive man grinned as Jack's legs were released, grabbing them and lifting them up. Although the man supported a lot of Jack's weight, the rest of it was pulling straight down on his arms, tightening the muscles across his back and sending shooting pains up them.
Jack whimpered. He outright refused to say the safety word, the image of Aaron laying unconscious on the field flashing through his mind every time he considered it. Unwilling to stop it himself, he kept glancing at the window to the room his owners occupied. Were they still watching? Were they enjoying it? Why wouldn't they come and help him? Why would they let him suffer like this? They didn't know what he had done to Aaron was deliberate, so they couldn't possibly think he deserved it, could they?
The million thoughts flying through Jack's head vanished in an instant as he felt his hole being stretched. Monster was beginning to push his cock inside. So far, Bryce had been the biggest he had ever taken but Monster made Bryce's cock feel no bigger than a finger.
"Aaaaah!" Jack moaned as he felt his hole stretching further and further. 'Is that a cock or a fucking fist?' Jack thought to himself. The thoughts again didn't last long, a new torture distracting him.
Blue now had two floggers, standing behind Jack as Monster lowered him slowly onto himself. He span both of them round expertly, like a cheerleader twirling batons and gradually brought them closer and closer until finally the tips began to make contact with Jack's back. Over and over the tips of the floggers both bit into his back, quickly reddening his skin.
"I deserve this!" Jack whimpered, eyes closed. He didn't know if Monster had heard him and he didn't really care. He just had to get through this.
Further and further the oversized cock slid into Jack. No sooner had the full length entered him, it began sliding back out until only the mushroom head remained inside. Down he was pulled again, the cock stretching him once again as Blue continued his flogging, switching after a few minutes to alternating diagonal strikes down Jack's back.
As Monster grew faster and faster with his fucking, Jack could feel his cock straining against the chastity cage. Already painfully aroused before the entire ordeal began, Jack had been hard almost the entire time, but now, his ass fuller than it had ever been before, it felt like he might actually burst out of the device.
'Oh God, what if I cum? Will they see it from over there?' he thought, glancing at the window again. 'Who cares? It's been so long, I neeeed to cum. Maybe it's about size! Bryce is big and he makes me cum, this guy's so big he's bound to do it too!'
"Harder!" Jack requested without thinking about it. His eyes shot open as he heard himself, looking up at Monster in shock.
"You got it, kid!" Monster said with a snigger. He was true to his word. Almost immediately he sped up, thrusting in and out harder and faster.
Jack almost blacked out. The pleasure from his ass, mixed with exquisite pain, the stinging from his entire body, the straining of his cock, his mind racing with thoughts of Aaron and the others. He completely lost any sense of what was happening, only coming back round when he felt Monster lean against him, wrap his muscular arms around him and grunt heavily as he shot his load.
Jack almost wished they were doing it bareback. He was so close to cumming and he thought that perhaps feeling the man's cum inside him might push him over the edge.
"Oh fuck!" Monster growled as he pulled out, lowering Jack's legs to the ground.
Drenched in sweat, stinging over almost every inch of his body and pained from the positions he had been put in, Jack collapsed to the ground as his wrists were released, kneeling up with the last bit of his strength. Panting, he looked up as the guys gathered round him. His heart sank at the prospect of more.
"You did good, kid!" Monster said with a sly grin.
"Fuck yeah, I think we've got a new favourite!" Hairy agreed with a snigger.
"Not many guys can take a pounding quite like that!" Blue added.
Jack felt a strange sense of pride at the comments. He wanted to thank them, but his throat was dry, he was still panting and, despite the flogging being over, the tears still seemed to be trickling down his cheeks.
Giving a few more compliments, the group turned and headed out of the room, leaving Jack kneeling on the floor where he had fallen. As soon as they were gone and the door was closed, he flopped down onto his side and curled up into a ball, sobbing.
He never even heard the other door open. The first he knew of his friend re-entering the room was when he felt a hand on his back.
"If it's any consolation," Jack heard from above him. "That was seriously fucking hot!" He recognised the voice as Lincoln. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but ultimately had the strength to do neither, even the tears had stopped now.
The hand on his back moved to his arm, the only part of him that wasn't reddened and stinging. It felt nice, gently rubbing up and down in an obvious attempt to comfort him. He opened his eyes and looked at it, following the arm upwards, expecting to see Ben or maybe even Bryce. He was more than a little shocked to find it was Elliott. He gave his former best friend a puzzled look, but got nothing but a blank expression back, although the hand continued to gently comfort him.
Isaac emerged from his office as Ben led the group back up the stairs, looking ecstatic. "Jack, you have most definitely got the job!" he said happily, running forward and hugging Jack.
Still aching, Jack winced a little and didn't hug back, slightly shocked by the sudden affection.
"They. Loved. You!" Isaac said with a huge grin. "They definitely want you again some time!"
Jack groaned slightly as the others watched on in amazement.
"And I told you that you can do well out of it. On top of the fee, they each tipped you fifty bucks!" Isaac explained. "They said if they get you again without the cage, you can expect that to be at least doubled!"
"Whoa, fifty bucks each. Three hundred bucks just for getting fucked. Where do I sign up?" Ben asked with a huge grin.
Isaac chuckled at the boy's enthusiasm but shook his head. "You don't, not til you turn eighteen anyway! Speaking of which," he said, turning his eye towards Bryce and grinning. "How old are you, sexy?"
Bryce blushed as Isaac eyed him up and down. "Erm... just sixteen!" he replied nervously.
"Ah!" Isaac said, backing away slowly, hands raised. "Well let's just forget I said that... but make sure to come back when you turn eighteen! My customers do love the muscles!"
Jack, who was leaning on Bryce for support and still very much naked, quietly asked, "Can we go?"
"Yeah," Bryce replied, looking to his side. "Come on guys."
The small group headed out of the door, handing Jack's mask back to Isaac on the way in exchange for Jack's $300 tip. They headed for the car, Jack's nudity attracting a few comments from customers who were just arriving or leaving. Bryce helped Jack into the back and sat down beside him, Lincoln joining them, while Ben and Elliott sat in the front.
Getting late, it had cooled down significantly and Jack soon began to shiver as the car sped along. Without a word, Bryce leant forward slightly in his seat, slipped off his letterman Jacket and wrapped it around Jack, placing an arm around him in the process.
At first, Jack was weary of allowing the others to see what was happening between the two, but he just felt so drained that he couldn't even begin to care. Instead, he gave in to it, leaning sideways and letting his head rest of Bryce's chest.
Within minutes, Jack was sound asleep, snoring gently as Bryce held him. Lincoln looked sideways at them and smirked a little, getting a hint of a shrug back from Bryce. It took a little longer for the two up front to notice, but eventually Ben peered round and saw them.
"Aww, that's adorable!" Ben said, seeing the two together.
The comment drew Elliott's attention. He looked up into the rear view mirror and saw Jack resting against the muscular teen. "Yeah... adorable," Elliott agreed through gritted teeth. Clenching his jaw and tightening his fingers around the wheel, he turned his attention back to the road and kept driving.