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Jack Hamilton Is Not A Nice Person
Chapter 23
THEN
Elliott and Marco were locked up in a sixty-nine in his room. Their mouths and tongues sliding up and down on each other's cocks. It wasn't perfect, Elliott knew that. It was all he had right now, though. Last week when he was finally released from rehab after 21 hellish days, he TRIED to reconnect with Ben. He couldn't. The younger teen's face and voice were constant reminders of what he - what they BOTH - did to Jack. It wasn't that Elliott didn't feel sorry for Ben. He DID! He knew that he never meant to hurt Jack and honestly thought he was helping the former jock. At the same time, though, ignorant of what they were doing to Jack to not...the damage was done and it was Ben's plan.
When Marco moved in, two houses down from Elliott, almost a year ago, he could immediately tell the twenty seven year old was gay. After a few driveway conversations before the games against Jack occured, it was clear to Elliott that Marco had a little crush on him. It was cute in a way, but his neighbor was far too old for him. Plus, it was hard reciprocating when he wasn't "out" and had secret feelings for Jack. However, Elliott was a forever changed teen after what he inflicted upon Jack, what Tyler inflicted upon him in return, and the abuse he suffered by those drug and alcohol addicts in rehab. He finally took Marco up on his advances and found his older neighbor to be quite the needed distraction.
As Marco throated Elliott's cock, he began to worm his long, slender finger up Elliott's ass. This caused Elliott to moan loudly around Marco's own thick penis. Marco was a leaker. Out of all the cocks Elliott sucked over the past six months, he never sucked one that flowed out so much precum! It was like a constant leaking faucet, and if he was going to be honest with himself, it tasted damn good. Elliott picked up the pace and started pistoning his mouth and throat until he could feel Marco's pubes against his nose, all the while poking his tongue into his dickhole, trying to coax out and scoop up as much delicious pre-jizz as he could. He had never tasted Marco's load yet, but today was absolutely going to be the day! He wanted to milk the older guy's cock with his throat, until his balls were drained.
"Oh FUCK, El!! Where the Hell did you learn how to do that!!!?" Marco moaned in ecstasy.
Elliott popped his mouth off of Marco. "You like it?" He smiled, seductively.
Marco looked down at his dick which was absolutely drenched in Elliott's thick, bubbly saliva that was beginning to ooze down past his nuts, to his asshole. Precum was still flowing out from his tip. 'liking it' was the understatement of the century. "I LOVE it, dude! Please keep going!"
Elliott giggled as he mock-pinned down his older neighbor. "Your wish is my command, Jack!"
Fuck.
Did he really just say that?
Elliott had a split second to cover up his Fraudian slip.
"Jack!" He repeated. "Your dick I mean! Jack your cock! Jack off! I want your precum, Marco!"
"Heh. Everyone tells me mine is the best they ever tasted." Marco bragged as he began jacking his dick to milk out more of his precum for his hungry young neighbor boy.
Elliott sighed a sigh of relief as he went down on Marco who was now laying on his back. He didn't put his dick in Marco's face this time. Elliott went soft and he doubted he could get hard again today. He just wanted to get this guy off and send him back home. 'What's wrong with me!?' Elliott thought to himself as he throated Marco deeper than ever before. He wanted his slobber to coat his entire face to hide the tears coming out of his eyes now. His life was garbage. A high school drop-out alcoholic rapist. This is what he allowed Ben to turn him into. Tomorrow he would break up with him. That's all there was to it. Elliott hated himself and as Marco finally released torrents of thick - and VERY tasty - cum into Elliott's mouth, Elliott couldn't help but wish death upon himself. It would almost be poetic justice if he choked to death on it. Wouldn't that be a fitting punishment for someone who sexually humuilated what was supposed to be his best friend?
He was nothing but a loser, and if he had the courage, he would throw himself into that train. There was no Jack to pull him back. He deluded himself to think there ever was.
NOW
Jack's blood was still boiling as he slammed on his brakes in front of Elliott's house and began repeatedly beeping his horn, obnoxiously. Something inside him snapped when he fucked Elliott earlier....it was the final straw, and something he had tried to keep suppressed these past six months. The walls began to crumble once he and Dr. Stanton began talking about anger the past couple months, and that it was okay for Jack to feel rage towards his abusers. Still, he controlled himself...mostly because he was terrified of losing control. Running into Bryce and Ben last week was the first eye-opener. It had been six months since he spoke to any of them, and seeing them again was a shock to his system. He thought that putting the past behind him and shaking hands and moving on would be healthy for all involved. Himself most of all. He truly convinced himself of that. Later that day, however....trying to connect on an emotional level with Bryce...it was one of the biggest mistakes of his life. The memories that he put behind him and told himself that he was at peace with had finally overwhelmed him. The sheer injustice of it all! That was the first turning point. As he turned Bryce down, Jack realized that he was ENJOYING watching Bryce suffer. He couldn't deny that.
Then there was Elliott. Things were different with him given their prior history and life-long friendship. Seeing his former best friend so disheveled and isolated really hurt him, but he was over that now. Today's little hangout, acting like everything was normal, hearing Elliott's voice attempting to joke around with him was too much and the memories and humiliation began to flood in a way that has not happened since the last night in the park during the Truth or Dare game. As he fucked Elliott....slamming his cock hard into him and causing him the same pain that was inflicted on him not only felt right, it felt justified. He couldn't run from his anger anymore. He wanted to see them all hurt. Badly.
Jack wasn't even sure why he came back today, but he had an idea. He wanted to see the guilty look in Elliott's eyes again. The shame. It was like a drug to him now, and he craved it. This wasn't a feeling that would ever go away. The bridge had been crossed and burned behind him. Jack realized something else as well.....his entire outlook on his whole life was shifting back, and while he was able to fight it off until now, seeing those that wronged him so horribly utterly pushed him over the edge.
His phone buzzed. It was a text message from Elliott.
4:34pm [Jack, lay off the horn! I got neighbors! I'll b rite out]
Jack sneered at this and typed back.
4:34pm [Are you trying to give me ORDERS, rapist!? No can do "master"] (He took a deep breath and deleted the word "rapist", replaced it with "Elliott" and sent the text)
Jack then began rapid-firing, blaring the horn to prove his point.
After a few minutes, there was a hard knock on his passenger-side window. Jack whipped his head to the side and saw a late twenty-something year old feminine looking guy - one of Elliott's neighbors presumably - beat his fist against the glass.
"Yo! I'm trying to get some sleep, man! I work overnights. It's 2017, don't you have a fucking cell phone!? Call or text your friend to come out and lay off the goddamn horn please!" He called through the window.
Jack rolled down the window, and leaned forward. "I suggest you back the Hell up away from my car and mind your own business." He sneered at the interloper, who was taken aback but stood his ground.
"It IS my business, you inconsiderate jerk! You've been at it for five minutes and I have to go to work tonight! You already ruined me for my shift, because now I won't be able to go back to sleep!"
Jack got out of his car and walked up to the guy so that their chests were a foot apart.
"Oh, I ruined your shift! How will I ever be able to live with myself!?" Jack mocked. "I'm not going to tell you again, homo! Step the fuck back."
"You....you got in MY face! Who the hell do you think you're talking to!?" the guy responded, yet wisely, he took a few steps back from Jack in case the boy wanted to get physical.
"Nothing but a self-important little worm of a human...THAT'S who!" Jack snarled as he shoved the guy. "You were told twice. Three strikes and you're OUT. That's a sports reference, by the way. I wouldn't expect a gay-ass little freak to understand that."
Elliott's door swung open, and the younger teen ran to the car.
"Jack! Marco! What are you doing?" Elliott asked nervously. His eyes went back and forth from his neighbor to Jack and back again.
"This fagg....pansy-ass little pussy thought he could put his hands on my car and tell me what to do." Jack hissed.
"His honking woke me up! You know I work from 11pm to 7am! I need SLEEP!" Marco whined. "And he put his hands on ME! I...could call the police, ya know! He had no right! These are the kinds of people you associate with!?" He had just moved to Holmepoint Heights a year ago and never met Elliott's former friend before.
"Okay, look. Jack and I are...we're figuring some things out. He's pissed at me." Elliott explained, which Jack scoffed at. "It's my fault. Really." Elliott gently touched Marco's chest with both hands, trying to calm him down. "I'm really sorry. Why don't we do this....I get that your shift is ruined, I understand that. So....can you call-out sick tonight? Get some rest later. I'll pay you for the missed hours. I have the money."
"You GOTTA be fucking kidding me!" Jack rolled his eyes. "He slams on MY car window and creates a problem where there wasn't one! And by the way, none of this would have happened if YOU didn't come out to the car sooner, asshole!" Jack said, turning his attention to Elliott.
"I know, I know! I said it's all my fault, okay Jack?" Elliott said gently. Now touching Jack's chest softly. "You didn't do anything wrong, okay? Marco didn't mean it though. He has a stressful job and your honking really....but it was MY fault!" Elliott suddenly corrected. He was terrified of putting any of this on Jack, lest his wrath comes back.
For a few seconds, the three of them stood in the street in an uncomfortable silence.
"Are you two fucking?" Jack asked suddenly.
"What?" Elliott asked, taken aback.
"Excuse me!" Marco said at the same time. "How is that your business!?
"I asked if you two are fucking, and I want answers. You seem to know a LOT about this guy, Elliott. For just being some neighbor. Plus, look at him. He's a homo."
Elliott sighed. "Jack, no....he's JUST my neighbor. We talk sometimes when we see eachother, but..."
"JUST your neighbor!?" Marco responded incredulously. "El, you don't have to explain anything to HIM. He's not worth the..."
"OH! It's 'El' to you! Eh Marky-Mark? Understood!" Jack confirmed, nodding his head. "I thought so. It's funny. I know prior to last week that Elliott hasn't left his room in ages. So....had to be before that. Hey "El", does Ben know about your little 'Neighborhood Watch' program here on Pinehust Lane?"
"Who the Hell is Ben?" Marco asked Elliott as he crossed his arms. "And what does he mean you haven't left your room? I thought you said you had to go away from a while!"
"This isn't happening." Elliott whispered to himself. He didn't even find Marco attractive. Not REALLY, anyway. After he was released from rehab at the end of November, he TRIED to emotionally reconnect with Ben. He really tried to put one hundred percent effort into it. He couldn't, though. The shared memories of what they collectively did to Jack haunted him. Ben was a constant reminder of the worst ten days of his entire life. More than that, though, he secretly blamed Ben for starting all of it in the first place. So, he faked it the best he could. His gay neighbor was the perfect distraction. They didn't hook-up often from November to February....just enough to give Elliott the sexual satisfaction he couldn't get from Ben any longer. He couldn't even get hard from the younger boy anymore. The few times Elliott and Marco fucked, however, Elliott would close his eyes and picture Jack's face and that somehow made it all okay. Unlike Ben, with Marco, Elliott could actually perform, as long as he pretended he was Jack. While it was true he was cheating on Ben, he didn't really see it that way at all. Nor did he care. The two of them, while technically together through most of it, had grown so emotionally distant that he doubted Ben would have even minded. Eventually though, things came to a head. As the guilt for what he did to Jack kept growing, and without the comfort of alcohol to numb that, Elliott ultimately dropped out of school, broke up with Ben through a rather rude text message, and began to isolate in his room...in himself, really. Marco had texted him to ask why he hadn't heard from him or seen him in a while, so Elliott told him he was going to be out of state for a while. Now every lie he told just came back to bite him on the ass.
Jack began laughing. "I see what's going on here! You're right, Elliott! This is all your fault! Oh, this is TOO precious! So, he didn't tell you, eh my man Marco? About his depression, about Ben, about SEPTEMBER!?"
"Jack....please. Don't." Elliott begged as tears welled up.
"He didn't tell you about the things he did to me!?" Jack bellowed. "About what a little sad-sack snake he is and how he fucked me over!?"
"Jack, lets just go! Please!" Elliott pleaded as he motioned to Jack's car.
"You know what?" Marco exclaimed. "I don't care. Both of you are insane! Keep your fucking money, El. I don't want it! In fact, lose my number. If you see me out in my yard, look the other way. I'm not going to be lied to by a manipulator. That's exactly what you are. I get enough drama at The Colosseum!" he said, referencing a gay dance club in Matawan, a couple towns over. "And, YOU...'Jack'...is it? You do that shit with your horn one more time in MY neighborhood, and I'll get the police on your ass for a noise violation. Got it? Have a good life, FREAKS!"
With that, Marco stormed back to his house, leaving Jack and Elliott to stare awkwardly at each other. Jack finally shook his head in exasperation, got back in his car and promptly locked the passenger side door before Elliott could open it.
Elliott knocked on the window. "Hey, let me in....I mean....please let me in? What gives? Fuck, if you don't wanna hang, I get it. I'm sorry, okay? This was my fault. I'm a fuckup."
"Sit in the back." Jack said through the open window.
Elliott looked absolutely crestfallen, and raised his eyebrows. His mouth opened a bit in disbelief. Jack couldn't be serious. For just a moment, he stared at Jack through the car window, and began to tear up a little. His bottom lip was beginning to quiver. Shamefully, he resigned himself to the situation, sighed, and opened the back door, got in, and slumped down. He deserved this. Jack sped away at almost double the speed limit.
The silence between the two of them was tangible as Jack drove up to Ramsey Ave. Elliott didn't know what to say, and Jack wanted to say TOO much. Finally, after several minutes, Elliott broke the ice.
"Jack, erm....are you okay?" He squeaked from the back-seat. He had no idea where they were going, but was too afraid to ask.
"Yes! Fine! Wonderful!" Jack answered, sarcastically. "Why?"
"You seem pissed at me. Hey, I get it! I do! I...sigh....there's nothing I can say or do to take it back! You know I would, right? Fuck, please believe that!"
Jack gritted his teeth and sneered. He believed Elliott, but too little, too late. The things Jack was forced to submit to began flashing through his head, in chronological succession....a ten day nightmare from the park, to the club. Jack glared at Elliott through the rear-view mirror as he sped down Ramsey Ave. Elliott was silently crying, and pathetically doing a poor job at hiding it. It was at that moment, that he realized something very important about himself. The day after he refused to cooperate with his abusers, he still wanted to attempt to be friends with them because he still blamed himself for what he was subjected to. Despite all the twisted and frankly, DISGUSTING, things they put him through...things they FORCED on him, things they FORCED him to do to HIMSELF, he ACTUALLY felt he owed them apologies, kindness, and respect...even friendship! What the hell could he possibly be thinking? The moment a little alcohol entered his body during the Truth or Dare game, his real, hidden feelings about them all surfaced, he told them all what he thought about them, and blocked them from his life. And yet....the next morning, he felt bad for them again. He was reminded of the money they left for him in his locker that day with a note saying "We love you", he recalled Bryce's and Elliott's desperate text messages to him before he blocked their numbers. If it wasn't for being distracted by his new gothic friends; Theo, Drewcifer, Taryn, Ethan, and - especially - Devin.....if it wasn't for Felix's wisdom, or his emotional sessions with Dr. Stanton, and his decision to finally transfer to Cliffwood Beach Regional High School...well, if it wasn't for all of that, would he have forgave them? COULD he ever? Jack had no idea. Most likely not. Ever since Jack stood up for himself and his freedom and told Elliott it was over, his entire outlook on his abusers had been bipolar at best. He kept forgiving them, and THEN got raging pissed at them, and back and forth, back and forth, again and again. Jack knew deep down that he hated them, but up until now he wouldn't allow himself to give into that side of himself. Ultimately it didn't matter anyway. He was made to understand that while, yes, he was a bully and yes, he made other student's lives a living Hell throughout the halls of Holmepoint High, what he was subjected to was inexcusable and indefensible and a great deal worse than anything he ever did to anyone. Dr. Stanton made him understand that it was okay to be angry at what was done to him, and that he was indeed raped. Repeatedly and horrifically. He was humiliated, abused, and tortured. He was tricked and violated. He should forgive Elliott NOW? Just because the little monster regrets it!?
"Let me ask you something, Elliott" Jack said, once he collected his thoughts. "You say you never would have used the videos against me..."
"NEVER!" Elliott insisted. "Jack, we just wanted to TRICK you. Do you fucking think I would have sent you to prison!? None of us would!"
"So what if I backed out earlier? Or outright refused from the start? Didn't you think that could have been a possibilty!? Are you and the others THAT stupid to realize that this entire thing could have blown up in your pathetic little faces!?" Jack asked, angerly.
Elliott sighed. "It WAS a risk. What you gotta know was Ben, Lincoln...all of us...we DID discuss that when we....you know...planned out our...erm...are you sure you're okay talking about this, Jack?"
"Oh absolutely! When you planned your rape. Got it. Please....continue my good 'FRIEND'." Jack was more than okay talking about it. There were questions that still needed to be answered, and what little 'good' in him remained, demanded that he know exactly what their plans were. The other side of Jack, though, his dark side, knew it didn't matter anyway. What was done was done, and no amount of justification or ignorance on their part could change was WAS done to him.
"We did NOT plan a rape! And fine. Yeah, it was a possibility you could have done that. For sure." Elliott conceeded. "It was our risk to take, yes. Ben said....he said he would have gone to the principal about your bullying and got you suspended or something if you disobeyed us and then kept bullying Ben and the others. and....maybe a Restraining Order if you STILL continued. Did you know that's what he was going to do anyway after you stuffed him in the locker? He actually almost did....but then he thought he wanted to find a better way. But the blackmail stuff we tricked you with was bullshit. I used the videos to jerk off and that was all I was going to do with them."
"So why the FUCK didn't you all do that from the start!? Tell the principal I mean!? Look, I GET I was out of control! Okay!? So WHY instead...WHY DID YOU RAPE ME!?" Jack yelled as his whipped his head around and looked Elliott in the eye."
"Jack! PLEASE watch the road! And we planned what we planned becase we wanted to HELP you! I told you this that night that you....you know....left us after Truth or Dare. But....I was wrong! I'm sorry! I was being defensive that night and you had every right to choke me for it. Look Jack, we made a mistake! We thought it was, you know, 'tough love'. I swear on my family I didn't even think of the word 'rape' or 'sexual assault' or anything like that. Not even "blackmail". The way we saw it was, we wanted to give you a taste of your own medicine. But I'm not justifying it! I'm telling you what I...what WE...felt THEN, okay? I don't know how many times I can apologize for it, but I will every day if I have to. You didn't do anything wrong...nothing that even begins to deserve what we did to you. Do you know what it feels like to know that no matter what I do for you now, nothing can ERASE what we did!? In fact...I even..."
Jack was about to harshly answer when suddenly he heard sirens behind him. He was getting pulled over. Most likely for speeding.
"FUCK!" He exclaimed as he pulled off to the side of the road, and fished his information out of the glove box.
"You.....WERE going kind of fast, Jack. Shit, I'm sorry" Elliott said. "It's my fault. Look, I don't know what to say....I HATE THIS! I just want us to...I mean...I want you to be..."
"Do you think this is the right fucking time to get into this, Elliott!?" Jack chastised as the blue and red lights flashed behind them.
"No! Fuck! I can't say OR do anything right anymore in your eyes, can I?"
Jack snapped. "Elliott, shut the FUCK up!" he hissed as he whipped his head around. How dare Elliott talk to him like that after everything he did! "One more time....ONE MORE TIME....and see what happens you sorry sack of shit. Or....'Sorry I was speeding, officer. You see that kid in the back seat? He blackmailed and raped me back in September, and well....I guess I let it get to me.' he mocked. "You fucking dare me, Elliott?"
"Jack, please! Don't!! I'm sorry! I'll shut up, okay!? I won't say a WORD unless spoken to." Elliott pleaded as the officer got out of his cruiser and approached Jack's car. "Jack! You WOULDN'T! Please tell me you wouldn't! I'm so so so soooo sorry! I'll make it ALL up to you! Anything! Everything! You have NO idea, DO YOU!? I even Googled 'memory suppression' the day after you quit us. I swear! I LITERALLY wanted to see if it was medically possible to erase the memories for you! Like Men In Black style! I know that's rediculous, but THAT'S how much I wanted to make it all go away for you. I fucking LOVE YOU! I don't know what I was thinking in September. Look....Jack, I have problems! I know that! I'm not okay. I hate myself so so much!" Elliott was crying hysterically now and rambling.
Aside from a tiny twinge of empathy that Jack quickly buried back down, he was unmoved.
"Fine. Then just shut the fuck up." Jack scolded.
"Okay, awesome!! Let's shoot for 4:30pm tomorrow. The sunset on Hook Cove is beautiful!" I'll see you then!" Ben said excitedly as he pressed End Call
Ben was still riding his emotional high. It looked as if Jack and Elliott were on the road to friendship again. He was so happy for them. Ben could never forgive himself for what he did back in September, of course. He was older now, sixteen, and he couldn't understand what his fifteen year old brain was thinking back then. If all this bullying crap happened TODAY, Ben would never have come up with such an evil plan....he would have told on Jack to the principal and that would be that. A lot has happened since those dark days. Ben spent hours almost every week reading about rape....both real life accounts, and the psychological damage of what it does to the victims. Even at fifteen though, had Ben THOUGHT of it as rape, he would have stopped immediately. While Ben could never forgive himself, he could take comfort in the small things....like Jack and Elliott reconnecting. It was at least one step towards cleaning a stain that, while could never be FULLY erased, could fade in time. He was convinced of it.
He had just gotten off the phone with Aaron. Tomorrow they will meet down at the beach. He was four for four! He had no doubt he could convince Elliott to hang tomorrow as well....and to bring Jack as a surprise! None of the boys knew of course that the others would be there...there was no way ANY of them would agree to that. By getting the entire gang together, though, Ben knew that the closeness Jack and Elliott found again, can happen for the entire group. Ben was older now, and he was sure that his plan (unlike so many other failed plans) would be a resounding success. Oh, he knew Jack (as well as the others, but especially Jack) would be shocked at first and perhaps a little angry at him....but it would be worth it if they could all leave the beach with Jack not only forgiving them all, but also as close friends. Ben knew exactly what he wanted to say to Jack. He still had his heartfelt letter from the day he and the others attempted to explain and apologize to Jack in front of his house before Davis shooed them away. He had to amend some things, because he was wiser now and a great deal more regretful than he was back then, but he had a good working template.
"THIS plan will work!" Ben said to himself out loud in his room, as he put his cell phone back in his pocket. He would trick them all for their own good.He'd get everyone in the same place, at the same time, in a beautiful scenic environment where Jack and the others could feel safe.
What could go wrong?
[Authors Note: I wanted to personally thank you guys for the amazing comments I recieved on Chapter 22. I know some of you asked me to clarify what went down between Jack and Elliott on the night Jack called it quits. I hope it makes more sense now. I also wanted to clarify why Jack kept ping-ponging between wanting to be friends, to hating them. Remember, this was something we had seen with Jack as far back as Chapter 18. Hell, with even hints of that earlier! Jack was always torn between guilt and anger at was done to him...and the reason the anger part of him is now in control was due to the fact that he now understands that he didn't deserve what happened to him. My aim is to continue what was already established chapters ago, and naturally progress it, in a way that's realistic and what someone who has gone through such trauma may indeed feel. This is espeicially true with Elliott, who Jack had a long friendship with for years. We ARE going to see his bullying nature come back, but maybe all is not lost. Keep reading to find out!]
The 'Jack Hamilton' side-story that fills in the six month gap can be found here: https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/the-fallout-of-jack-hamilton/
For those into horror, here's my other on-going story, set in the Silent Hill univserse! With a very familiar side-character! :)
https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/sf-fantasy/silent-hill/
If you have any questions, comments, suggestions, or opinions, please email me at riveracheron101@gmail.com