Devil's Cake

Simon looked around the corner, and, with no one in sight, felt content to proceed inside the house. The door was usually wide open when Ralph was home, but today he was taking care of his sick mother.

He went upstairs to the kitchen to retrieve Roger's things when he heard the door close.

'Just my imagination,' he thought as he put the parcel and envelopes in his knapsack.

"Yo, Simon," Jack called out, "you thirsty?"

"Yeah," Simon replied. "Lemonade would do me good."

The minute Simon stepped out for some air, Jack slipped a colourless, odourless drug in his glass. He smiled at the thought that Simon will be his tonight. With Roger at work and Ralph out of town, this will be it. He didn't care that Simon and Roger are lovers; all he wanted was to have him, whether he liked it or not.

Just then Simon came back in and grabbed his glass of lemonade.

"What's with that look on your face?" he asked as Jack quickly looked away.

"Nothing, really." He walked out.

Simon took three sips when he felt his head spin. He sat down on a stool nearby and rested his head on the counter.

"Um, Jack could you call Roger for me?" Simon asked. "I don't feel too well. Ask him to come pick me up." Then everything went black.

-x-x-x-

He woke up to find himself in the guestroom, his back on the bed while Jack was rubbing his inner thigh. He jolted up, realizing that he was only in his boxers, and it was already night time.

"What's going on?" Simon asked timidly.

Jack smiled. "We're gonna have tons of fun."

"No! You can't! Roger will be mad and you'll break Ralph's heart. It's not cool Jack." He managed to get up before the other grabbed his wrists and squeezed them hard.

"You're not going anywhere," he threatened. "Besides, the others won't know." He slammed him down on the bed and sat on top of him. "Promise not to tell anybody, especially Roger and Ralph," he warned.

"Shut-up! I'll tell 'em soon enough, starting with Roger-"

Jack slapped him across the face. "You won't!"

"Jack please! Don't do it! I'm begging you please don't!" He tried to push him away but his weight was too much for him.

"Relax and forget everything..."

"No!"

Jack slapped him harder this time. "You think you can stop me?" He slapped him again. "Can you? Huh?"

Simon was helpless beneath his deadly dominator. He got kissed on the lips but refused to return the favour. Jack punched him hard in the stomach and grabbed his groin. Simon screamed in agony.

"I'm gonna hurt you Simon," he sneered. "You wanna feel pain?"

"Jack... please stop," Simon sobbed. "I don't want this."

Once again, he felt another hot kiss purge his soft lips. A hand travelled down his chest and poked his navel. He really felt like crying, but he couldn't. He wanted Roger so bad right now, but the more Jack consumed him the farther Roger would go in his mind. He had no other choice but to give in, for now.

He slipped his tongue in Jack's mouth, allowing it to dance with the other's. His hips bucked up and Jack liked it.

"Simon..." Jack moaned. "I'm not finished with you yet."

"You feel good," Simon said, his conscience slipping. "You're getting wet."

Jack nibbled Simon's earlobe, then he slowly travelled to his neck and sucked softly at first, then harder.

Simon couldn't help it. He let his index finger travel down Jack's spine to his boxers. His hand slipped inside them and while he kissed the redhead, he slid his middle finger inside Jack.

"Oh Simon..." Jack moaned. "Give me more...oh yeah... just like that."

Simon smiled and continued to ride him while kissing him hard. He didn't realize that Jack slipped off his boxers completely and pulled at his. Simon paused his little game.

"Go ahead," he said. "Pull it off."

A mischievous smirk was written on Jack's face. He eased up and rolled Simon on his stomach. He rubbed his back and massaged his butt. "You're really gonna love this," he whispered in his ear.

Simon squeezed the pillows beneath his hands. He couldn't believe what was happening; why was he doing this? Deep down, he was really starting to like it. The older boy had a magic touch that intrigued him even more.

He didn't stop Jack when he kissed his spine, sucked his cock and toes while giving him little hickeys. He moaned very softly at the feel of every slight touch, sending repeated impulses in his nerves.

"Mmm..." he moaned, "feels good."

Jack smiled. "Turn around," he commanded. Simon obeyed and looked into his eyes. Jack leaned in and licked Simon's lips, forcing them to open. He slipped his tongue inside and played with his while massaging his cock with his left hand.

Caught by surprise, Simon moaned in his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him very close, making their hot, sweaty bodies touch. As their noses touched, their cocks rubbed with friction. Toes curled and both boys held each other tightly.

Jack rode Simon harder now, causing his moans to fill half of the room. He had a burning desire and the flames enticed him to increase his speed. Simon saw it in his eyes. He was coming up close, almost reaching his peak. He could feel it.

"Oh yeah... yes... Jack! Oh god! Baby don't stop!"

And he didn't. He moved faster and faster. Finally, Simon came all over while Jack came after. The sheets beneath them got wet, and the atmosphere was still and quiet. The redhead rolled off and laid beside him; he never took his gaze off this guy. Time took long to pass, but he had another idea in mind. Momentarily, Jack rubbed his hand through Simon's black hair, hoping he would wake up. The younger boy's breaths were raspy.

"Liked it?"

Simon quickly shook his head. "I loved it," he managed to say. Though he was out of breath, Jack sat on top of him and slowly slid towards his face.

"It's my turn now," he drawled. "Open up!"

Simon willingly opened his mouth wide as Jack slid his hard cock inside it. A dark pinnacle surrounded him. What was he doing?

'Damn...' he thought, 'this is crazy! I wonder where Roger is right now...'

"Stop thinking," Jack said, interrupting his thoughts. The redhead started to move up and down, slightly gagging and smothering his slave. He didn't really care what happened, as long as he got what he wanted it would be perfect.

As for Simon, things were getting out of hand that it was starting to scare him. He tried to stop Jack from moving, but his hands were slammed on the bed, locked in Jack's tight grip. He tried to kick his attacker, but his legs were locked by Jack's calves. There was no escape; he was bound to be trapped like this forever. All he did was close his eyes and taste the stick in his mouth, despite how deep it was.

Suddenly, Jack stopped and pulled out. He waited for Simon to respond, but his slave laid there and coughed. He rolled him over, slid down his back and entered him. He held Simon's hands against the bed and took one, hard thrust.

Simon jolted up in shock from the sudden penetration. It was piercing, like a butcher knife. "Jack... stop. You're hurting me." His eyes welled up with tears, knowing the older boy would lose control. Jack didn't seem to hear him, and he enjoyed what he felt.

"Jack, I'm begging you... Please stop." Unfortunately, Jack had lost control; he was in heaven while Simon was trapped in hell. It started to kill him and he screamed. When he felt Jack's grip tighten on his wrists, he let the tears fall. This was the worst feeling, and he wouldn't want to have sex ever again. What was once beautiful took a turn for agony. Simon whimpered and sobbed. There was nothing he could do.

"Ow! OW! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Simon struggled in a frenzy when Jack slapped him.

"Shut-up and stop crying like a baby," he growled. Simon sniffled, trying to hold the sobs back.

"But you're killing me!" he cried. Jack looked at him.

"Then that's too bad," he said with a low voice. The more Simon cried the more pain Jack caused.

"Please... stop..." Simon's voice trailed off. He would soon slip away. Jack's increase added to his agony. As the rest of the night went by, the younger boy blacked out.

As Jack came, he pulled out and smiled. The sheets beneath the younger boy was red. All the blood turned him on even more.

"Now, now," he whispered in Simon's ear, "I'd love to taste that ass of yours, batty boy."

The taste of his kill.