Roy and Daniela were both concerned for Jake, but he waved them away.

 

“It’s fine,” he said.  “Just a temporary thing.  I’m okay.”

 

But it wasn’t so simple.  Daniela in particular was looking at him with the wounded expression of a puppy dog who had been kicked.

 

Dealing with the pain of the headache, it took Jake a moment to understand, but when he did, he felt even more guilty for his carelessness.

 

He had pushed Daniela to do something she had never done - something she had conflicted feelings about.  Specifically, kissing another girl.  And she had done it, for him - and become aroused, despite her family’s feelings about it being sinful.  Done it in public, like a slut, with Jake and Roy watching.  And she had been expecting Jake to tell her she was a good girl, so she could get that buzz of pleasure that came with his approval.

 

Instead he had recoiled - and at the same time, she had maybe felt something happening to her, when Jake had accidentally connected the Leash to her.  She didn’t understand it - didn’t know about Jake’s power.  She probably hadn’t realised yet that she had a new kink for being forced to be intimate with other girls.  She was confused, and hurt.

 

Jake made an effort to get off the bench, and go down to one knee besides Daniela.  He took her chin in one hand, and looked into her eyes.

 

“You,” he told her, “are a *very good girl*.  What you just did was *so hot*, and it made me very happy, and I want to see it again in future, understand?”

 

She blushed, and tried to look down, but Jake held her chin steady.

 

“Fuck you,” she whispered, but it there was no heat in it.  She was delighted to have pleased Jake - and she had enjoyed what he had made her do, on a sexual level.  

 

“Fuck you, *sir*,” Jake corrected her, and she couldn’t help but laugh, an accidental giggle of relief to know that she *had* pleased Jake, and that everything was okay between them.

 

Jake stood now, and looked at Roy.  “I just need a moment to recover.  It’s just a headache.  There’s really nothing to worry about.”  He thought about what he wanted, and added, “Amy has something in her bag that helps with these.  I’m sorry to have scared you, but you and Daniela should go back to class.  I’ll come along in a couple of minutes.”

 

“Really, he’ll be fine,” said Amy in a reassuring tone.  “It’s okay.”

 

Daniela still looked unsure, but between them, Jake and Amy managed to convince Roy and Daniela to leave them alone and head back across the sports field.

 

When they were gone, Amy sat next to Jake and turned to him sharply.

 

“So what was that?” she demanded.  “You used your… powers, didn’t you?”

 

“The Silver Leash,” said Jake.  “And yes.  I didn’t mean to, I swear.  This is what I was scared of.  You started kissing Daniela, and… it was super hot, and… I couldn’t control myself.”

 

‘What did you do?” asked Amy.

 

“I used it on Daniela,” said Jake.  “I think now she has a kink for what I just did - forcing her to make out with another girl.”

 

“Does she know?” asked Amy.

 

Jake shook his head.  “She doesn’t know about my power, and I don’t think she knows anything happened.  She’s just going to start having new erotic fantasies, I think.  She’ll think it’s coming from her.”

 

Amy shook her head.  “Jesus, Jake.”

 

“I know,” said Jake sadly.

 

“You have to get this under control,” said Amy.

 

“I know!” said Jake again.

 

Amy looked at him.  “No, Jake, you *really* have to get this under control,” she whispered.

 

And she took his hand and placed it on her breasts.

 

“Because kissing Daniela was nice, but it’s *you* I want,” she breathed.  “I want you to kiss me, and squeeze my tits, and… force me to do things.  Whatever you want me to do.”

 

Jake felt his cock hardening again.  His headache beat in his head like a drum.

 

He jerked his hand away.

 

“I can’t, Amy,” he said.  “I want that too, but I can’t until I can stop myself… lashing out like I just did.  Stop myself from just *taking* things.”

 

She bit her lip, and kicked at his legs playfully with one foot.  

 

“Well, hurry up,” she said, and gave a small, regretful laugh.

 

“I’ve been practicing,” Jake said.  “With Madison.  I told you that.”

 

“It’s stupid,” said Amy.  “That would have made me so jealous once.  And it kind of still does, somewhere inside.  But also, since you did that thing to me - it’s so *hot*.  I think of you kissing Madison - feeling her tits - and I get… so turned on.”

 

She grinned.  “Practice harder, Jake,” she told him.  “Do whatever it takes with Madison.  I need you to get good at this.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” laughed Jake.

 

Amy laughed too, but she shook her head.  “Not ma’am,” she said.  “Not even as a joke.”  She gazed into his eyes.  “You’re in charge, Jake.  I want you to be in control.”  She paused, and blushed, and added, “Of me.”

 

Jake stared back at Amy, his mind full of thoughts and fantasies.  The urge to use the Leash to do something - to *own* Amy - had never been stronger.  He could tie her brain in knots, make her his confused, perverted desperate sex slave.  He could feel the ember of her lust pulsing.

 

But he didn’t need to.  That was what she was telling him.  He could have that without needing any kind of magic power.

 

“Jake,” breathed Amy.  “Could you tell me… what you told Daniela?”

 

“What?” asked Jake.  He had said many things to Daniela…

 

“When you told her she was…” Amy said, and blushed.

 

And Jake understood.

 

He reached out and ran his hands through her hair.

 

“Always,” he told her.  “Since I first met you.  You are a very good girl.”

 

And then he tightened his grip on her hair, and grinned.

 

“*My* good girl,” he said.

 

And right then and there, Amy really would have done anything for him, no matter how hard, no matter how perverted.

 

Which is why he let go of her, and pulled back.

 

“We need to get back to class,” he said.

 

====

 

Jake didn’t need to wait long to find out the consequences of Gwen and Isaac watching him and Daniela at lunch.  The pair confronted him outside the school after last period.

 

Gwen was devastatingly gorgeous as always, dressed in a pure-white shirt and a neat pleated white skirt, her long red hair expertly coiffed, her lips decorated with bright red lipstick.  Isaac slouched beside her in a football uniform.  He seemed distracted, playing with his phone as Gwen advanced on Jake.

 

“Jake Niles,” she said.  She was smiling, but there was no warmth in that smile.  “If you were trying to get me to notice you, mission successful.”

 

There was a time, before Jake understood what a bitch she was, that Jake would have been very happy to be noticed by Gwen.  That time was past.

 

“What do you want, Gwen?” he asked.

 

“I want a school that has the sense to exclude ugly little lower-class vermin like you, Jake,” said Gwen.  “I want a school that sends your big-titted friend Amy back to whatever impoverished trailer park she crawled out of.  But I guess I can’t have everything, Jake, can I?”

 

Jake probed Gwen briefly with the Silver Leash - but as always, her confidence was iron-clad, a shimmering diamond shield that shut Jake out completely.

 

“What do you *want*, Gwen?” he asked again.

 

‘I want to know what you’re doing with Burrito,” she said.

 

Jake furrowed his brow.  “Who the fuck is ‘Burrito’?” he asked.

 

“My maid, Jake,” said Gwen.  “A month ago you barely knew she existed, and now you’re spending lunches with her.  And she’s - what - kissing your slut girlfriend?”

 

Jake understood.  “You call her ‘Burrito’?” he asked in disgust.  “Her name is Daniela!”

 

“I don’t need to know the help’s name,” said Gwen.  “We call her Burrito.  My father chose it, because he says she’s a little Mexican treat.”

 

“She’s *Puerto Rican*, you racist fuck!” Jake exploded.  “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

 

“She is my *maid*,” said Gwen.  “She is my *employee*.  And if she starts hanging out with gutter trash, it reflects on me, and it reflects on my family.  So you’re going to stop.”

 

Jake shook his head.  He couldn’t believe this girl.

 

“No,” he said, firmly.

 

Gwen nodded, as if she had been expecting nothing less.

 

“Isaac,” she said, elbowing her boyfriend.

 

Isaac looked up from his phone, seeming to see Jake for the first time.  

 

“Yes, babe?” he said.

 

“Make this revolting little turd stay away from my maid,” said Gwen.

 

Isaac laughed.  “Oh, it’ll be a pleasure,” he said.

 

Jake didn’t wait to hear more.  He turned to run.

 

He was too slow.  Isaac grabbed his shirt.

 

“I trust you’ll make the lesson stick, Isaac,” said Gwen.  “Take your time.  I have an appointment with my mother for a pedicure.”  

 

She waved.  “Farewell, Jake,” she said. 

 

And with that, she turned and left.

 

Jake struggled against the meaty fist that had gripped him. With the back of his shirt gripped, he couldn’t even turn around enough to make a swing at Isaac.

 

“You heard the lady,” said Isaac.  “Let’s make this quick.  I have a hot date later.”

 

And he drew back his fist and hit Jake in the back of the head, hard.

 

Jake saw stars, and tasted blood in his mouth.  His shirt ripped, and he fell to the dirt.  Moments later, one of Isaac’s booted feet kicked him in the ribs, and Jake felt the air vanish from his lungs.

 

“You’re going to stay away from the Latina girl, okay?” said Isaac.  He kicked Jake again.  “I don’t have anything particular against you, kid, but you can’t fuck with Gwen Love.  It’s just how things work.”

 

“Fuck you,” spat Jake - and he saw blood in his saliva.  He tried to scrabble up onto all fours, but Isaac kicked him again, harder, and Jake felt himself lifted slightly by the kick and thrown through the air, landing in the dirt again.  His rib burned with sudden fire, and Jake feared it might be broken.

 

“We can do this if you want, kid,” said Isaac.  “You swear at me, and I keep kicking you.  But I don’t got an audience here, there’s no one to impress.  I don’t get any clout from this.  So how about you just say ‘Yes, Mr Isaac,’ and we call this done?”

 

He leaned down and grabbed Jake’s hair, lifting his head up from the dirt.

 

Jake spat in Isaac’s face.

 

Isaac reeled back, wiping his eyes.  “Oh, you little fucker,” he swore.

 

Jake scrambled to his feet, and turned to run, but Isaac was faster, and he played football, and knew how to tackle.  He hit Jake from behind and to one side, and it was like being hit by a car.  Jake was lifted, and smashed into the wall of the nearby gym building.  His rib flared with pain again, and his nose began to gush blood as it was smashed into the brick wall.

 

Jake’s phone fell from his pocket to the ground below.

 

“I can do this all day, Jake,” said Isaac, twisting Jake’s arms behind him back to pin him against the wall.  “But I really don’t want to.  I’ve got things on.  So let’s try this one more time.”

 

Jake could barely move.  He thought about headbutting backwards into Isaac’s face - even though the likely response would be for Isaac to smash his face back into the wall hard enough to do some permanent damage.

 

But at that moment, Jake’s phone buzzed.

 

Isaac leaned down in one smooth movement and scooped it off the ground.

 

“You got messages, Jake,” he said.  “One of your sad friends?”

 

Isaac kept pinning Jake with one hand, while swiping the phone with the other.  Jake cursed himself for not having a lock set on his phone.

 

Isaac laughed.  “Some friend of yours has a date tonight,” he said.  “Behind the… old cinema.  But that’s where I’m…”  

 

His voice trailed off in confusion.

 

“Jake,” he said, in a quiet voice.  “How do you know Madison?  Why is she texting you about our date?”

 

Jake was silent.  He had just gone ice cold.

 

Isaac slammed him against the wall again, and Jake felt himself cough up a mouthful of blood as his broken rib hit the bricks again.

 

“I asked you a question, bitch!” demanded Isaac, yelling now.  “How do you know my side piece?”

 

“She’s my cousin,” coughed Jake.

 

“Your cousin?” asked Isaac.  “And she’s texting you the location she’s meeting me at tonight?  What the fuck man?”

 

His brows furrowed further.  “And you’re suddenly interested in Gwen’s maid, while your cousin is… what?  Catfishing me?  Is that it?”

 

“It’s just a coincidence,” lied Jake.  “You’re paranoid.”

 

“Like fuck I am,” swore Isaac.  “All right, boy, you’re coming with me.”

 

He dragged Jake away from the wall, one hand controlling Jake’s arms, the other gripping Jake’s hair.  He forced Jake maybe 20 metres across the open ground, to one of the gym’s outbuildings - a storage shed that held the supplies for hockey and volleyball when they weren’t in use.

 

“Coach gave me this key for out-of-hours training,” said Isaac, as he quickly unlocked the shed.  “But maybe I’m going to get some use out of this.”  

 

He swung upon the shed doors, and then pushed Jake inside.  Jake landed roughly on a sack of volleyballs.

 

“Gonna put you in here for storage,” said Isaac.  “I’m going to go have myself a date.  And I’m going to find out exactly why your bitch cousin has been playing me.  And then I’m going to make her keep the promise her tits and ass have been making to me, whether she wants to or not.”

 

He laughed.  “Bet your whore cousin has a real tight pussy, Jake,” he said.  “Bet she screams when she cums.  Or maybe she cums when she screams.  Either way, it’ll be a pleasure finding out.”

 

Jake tried to get to his feet, but he slipped on the sack of volleyballs and fell down again.

 

“Stay away from her!” he yelled.

 

“I don’t think so,” said Isaac.  “And then when I’m done with the redheaded skank, I’ll go have a little chat with Gwen about you and your weird sudden obsession with us, and we’ll decide what to do with you.”

 

Jake tried to get up again - but Isaac was already closing the shed doors, with Jake on the inside, and him on the outside.

 

“Get comfortable,” laughed Isaac.  “It might be a while until I come back.  I’m going to take my time with Madison, after all.”

 

And there was a click of the key turning in the lock, and Jake was locked in.

 

The shed had no windows.  It had no other doors.  Isaac had Jake’s phone.  Isaac was on his way to rape Madison.

 

And there was nothing that Jake could do about it.

 

(TO BE CONTINUED)