Hannoch

HELUDON:;~;:=held down

By Dmitri Balrose

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I was a demon. I could possess bodies and do a variety of different tricks with my essence. My name was Hannoch. And I was obsessed with a 17-year-old boy named Jesse. So, Let's begin.

I spent the entire day watching him, drifting alongside him through hallways, in the locker room, the bathroom, lunch, etc. All unbearably boring for a creature like myself if not for the gorgeous stud that I could ogle the entire time. He was blonde and blue-eyed (Am I insane or I have I been specifically going after boys with these same traits for upwards of the past 800 years?) and his face is one of simply indescribable beauty. The only way I can think to describe it is to say that it was almost wolf-like. Fierce, handsome, piercing, manly, and incredibly, oh so incredibly, beautiful. Just looking at him sends my wicked heart all aflutter! Naturally he is also gifted with the lusciously buff body of an athlete; he's on the football, basketball, and track teams, I believe.

He was such a rare specimen, so I decided that he deserved a special kind of torment. Because I planned to have my way with him, of course. Against his will, of course. And I always get what I want, of course. Well yes so anyways, my plan was to blackmail his-get this-his best friend, an alluring muscle man with similar but not quite as charming (at least to me) traits (but still cute), to help me with the rape! Ah, I could hardly wait. Maybe I would even have my way with this friend of his too when I was finished. Ha, I'm so cruel sometimes, I could just laugh. Oh don't be mad with me! Did I mention I'm a demon?

I was in the locker rooms, football practice had ended, and I was just toweling off after a shower. All the other guys had left already. I heard the sound of the door slam. Somebody had come in. Maybe one of my teammates forgot something? But when I turned around, there, at the end of the row of lockers, was this dirty middle-aged dude wearing a ragged jacket that was too big for him, some ripped cloth pants, and old shoes that I could tell had once been real fancy, and expensive too. He looked like he hadn't shaved in a while, and he had a red and green striped scarf around his neck. The bum was smiling at me like a devil. There was definitely no reason in hell why he should be in this high school locker room. And especially not when I was standing there totally naked except for a towel, which I now held in front of my dick and balls.

"Are you Greg?" He asked in a squeaky little voice.

"Yeah, that's me. What do you want?"

"I want your help."

"My help? Dude, I don't care what you want, you shouldn't be in here."

He laughed a little.

"I can be wherever I want. I came here to find you. I thought it would be especially fun to talk to you now, because you don't have any clothes."

What the fuck was this freak talking about? He can be wherever he wants. I doubted that this included a high school locker room, not to mention one occupied by a naked 17-year-old boy.

"Look man, go wait outside while I get dressed. Then we can talk."

"No, we'll talk now."

I didn't know what to say. How was it my luck that I would have to deal with a psycho today? I just wanted to get home. Practice had left me pretty beat.

"I ain't kiddin' around here dude. You need to get the fuck out before somebody finds you in here. Not to mention I'm about ready to kick your ass."

"Ha! Indeed! You have no power over me. I could crush you like a bug with a wave of my hand."

Definitely insane. Still, he spoke bravely for such a little guy.

"You wanna try it, motherfucker?"

"My my, aren't you a brute! I think you need to learn some respect. `Learn who's really in charge."

And then suddenly the towel I was clutching to cover myself flew out of my hand and into his. Before I knew what was happening I was left exposed, and instinctively I pulled my legs closed and covered myself with my hands.

"What the fuck, dude!"

He laughed uncontrollably at my frantic attempt at decency.

"What did I tell you? I'm the one who calls the shots here! You're defenseless-you can't even hide your own male organs from me. Poor boy."

Keeping one hand clutching my groin, I tore open my locker, hoping to find my clothes to put on. They were gone.

"Where.where are my clothes?" I stammered in panic.

I turned my head slowly to look at him. He was grinning from ear to ear in glee.

"You.What did you do with my clothes?"

"Ha, they're gone. You're better off without them anyways. I mean really, just take a look at your body. Tan skin, beautiful muscles, lovely dark brown hair."

He was staring at my groin, where most of my bush was still visible to him. My hands couldn't cover everything, after all.

"I'll give you five seconds to gimme my clothes back before I beat the shit outta you."

He smiled, and walked forward until he stood only inches in front of me. I wanted to back up. In fact, I wanted to run and get the hell out of there. The truth was, he was starting to scare me with his boldness. What if the bastard really was crazy? What if he had a gun?

"Now listen very carefully, Greg," he said with impunity, "You are going to help me kidnap your handsome friend Jesse. In fact, you're going to hold him down while I have my way with him, got it?"

"What?! You leave Jesse and me the fuck alone! I would never help you with anything! You're fucking crazy!"

"Indeed, I am, but that's beside the point. Either you help me to have sex with Jesse or I'll do it to you instead. Right now, too.

I was freaking out. What was I supposed to do? What was I supposed to say? This motherfucking psycho could be dangerous. It was either me or Jesse. Damn it to fucking hell, why did this have to happen to me.

"I'm getting the fuck out of here," I said.

But before I could move his dirty hand shot out and clamped down on my shoulder. It was like iron.

"Choose, Greg. It's you or him."

I tried to squirm out of his grip, but he just squeezed harder.

"I'll.help you get Jesse," I said finally.

"Good. And don't even think of telling anyone about me or our little plan, otherwise I'll kill you both. And maybe after that I'll be so angry that I'll decided to kill both of your families too? And then maybe the entire school? I am crazy, you know."

He leaned in close. "And more dangerous than you could ever imagine."

His grip on me was released, and then he turned to go. I relaxed, only for a second, because then suddenly he flew back to me so fast that I didn't even see him move. He pushed me against the lockers, grabbed both of my arms, and pinned them above my head with that iron grip of his. I stood there helplessly for a few minutes as his eyes explored my naked body.

"Not bad," he whispered in my ear.

And then he left.

Two days later the psycho, who told me to call him Mr. Han, showed up at my house at around 8:00 P.M. My mom eyed me curiously when I told her he was one of my teachers from school, and that he was going to tutor me. I told her I wouldn't be back till late. Since my first encounter with Mr. Han, I hadn't been able to focus on anything except for the coming crime he was forcing me to take part in. I was torn through the entire day at school, and sometimes I wanted to badly to warn Jesse. Especially when he smiled. He really was good looking. And the fact that he was my best friend and trusted me beyond all reason made this whole thing ten times worse. I had considered telling the police; telling someone, anyone, about Mr. Han, but in the end, I didn't. What kind of friend am I? I thought. What makes me less deserving of this than him? Maybe I deserve it more, even, since I'm such a bad person.

My thoughts were interrupted as we screeched to a halt in front of Jesse's house. Mr. Han had come in a rusty old car that had once been red. It was definitely a piece of junk. He told me to stay here, and then suddenly slumped down in his seat like he was unconscious. What the fuck was he doing? Stay here. Strange thing to say when you're planning on passing out in front of someone. I considered trying to bash his head in, but thought better of it. Then I would just be pinned for murder. After a few minutes he opened his eyes and returned to motion.

"All right, let's go Greg," he said.

We got out of the car and walked up to the front door. To my surprise, he turned the knob, opened the door, and walked inside without hesitation.

Jesse's house was like a second home to me. I had spent numerous nights and days here hanging out with my best bud. I wished that that was why I was here now. Just to hang out. When we passed the living room which was lit by the flashes of light from the T.V., his parents were leaning over on the couch, passed out, from the looks of them. I wondered if this was coincidence or if this was Mr. Han's doing. We crept up the stairs as silently as thieves, though I guessed that this wasn't really necessary. Mr. Han knew the way to Jesse's room automatically, and inside we found Jesse passed out on his bed in a manner similar to that of his parents. Out of the depths of his jacket Han produced some rope and tape. With the rope, we tied Jesse's legs together and his arms behind his back, and with the tape we covered his mouth. I gaped as Han picked Jesse up easily and carried him down to the car. Jesse was a decently buff dude, and Mr. Han looked so small.

I closed the door to the house behind me as my best friend was loaded into the back seat of the car. It gave me the creeps the way Han put him inside. He acted like Jesse was the most precious thing he had ever laid his grubby hands on. Maybe he was. We both got in, and with him driving, rode across town to a poor neighborhood. The apartment buildings seemed to lean over the street, they were packed so close together. Han grabbed Jesse from the back and led the way to a filthy little place on the fourth floor.

"I don't mean to brag, but my real house is more expensive than this whole street. I didn't want to take you there, in case I decide not to kill you after all," he said as we entered the apartment. I knew that he wasn't joking around, and I felt suddenly very afraid. I cursed myself for not having told anyone where I was going. Though I hadn't really known myself, after all.

In the bedroom there was a large square bed, low to the ground. Perfectly flat; no pillows. Han laid Jesse down on it and quickly retied him so that his arms were up by the headboard his legs were tied to the beams at the end of the bed. There wasn't enough rope, he said, so I was going to have to hold Jesse down lest we chance him breaking free.

"I.I don't think I can do that," I said.

"Hey, it's you or him, remember?"

Sorry Jess, I thought as I took my place at the head of the bed, pushing his arms down as I was instructed.

Mr. Han produced some rather large scissors and proceeded to cut off Jesse's clothes. I watched as the strong chest, abs, arms, and legs of my best friend were revealed to us. He had dark golden hair under his arms, a bit on his chest, and a fair amount on his legs. Han was practically drooling as Jesse awoke from the cold sensation of being in only his boxers. He opened his eyes, and immediately started to panic, breathing heavily and throwing crazed glances at Mr. Han who still held the scissors. Then he looked up at me. His handsome brow furled in a mix of frustration and terrified confusion as he realized that it was me, Greg, who was holding him down by his arms. He cried out to me, trying to yell my name through the tape with his beautiful deep voice.

I wish I could help you I thought, wishing he could hear my words. I turned away, unable to bear his pleading looks anymore. Han finished stripping him, throwing his sliced up boxers onto the floor. His face was a look of utter desire and longing as he gazed down at Jesse's groin. I couldn't help but look as well. I had seen Jesse nude many times, but I had never really examined him very carefully before. He had a decent amount of dark golden pubic hair, which was similar in color to the hair under his arms. Below his bush, his dick hung down over his large ball sack. Now that I could see his entire body, including his dick and balls, I came to the realization that Jesse really was quite a stud. He had beautiful taut muscles on his chest, great abs, strong arms, and strong, lean legs. All very impressive. He was made even more attractive by the contrast of his golden hair on his tanned body.

I wanted to kick myself when I realized that Jesse had been looking up at me as I had been ogling his body. His cheeks looked like they were burning hot, and he was sweating profusely from the embarrassment of being exposed in front of me while I was fully clothed.

Then we both looked down to see Mr. Han's face only an inch from Jesse's groin. He took Jesse's naked penis into his mouth and began to suck him, moaning loudly as he did so. Jesse shuddered, and then started to flail wildly, trying to get free. I pushed him down with renewed strength, and suddenly he stopped. He looked up at me, and in his face I saw total defeat. He couldn't believe that I was forcing him to endure this when I could easily untie him. What must he be thinking? Poor Jesse. His best friend was holding him down so that a complete stranger's tongue could explore his dick. This violation went on for a few minutes, the slurping sounds made by Mr. Han's sucking causing me to shudder.

Then he moved down to take both of Jesse's balls into his mouth; quite a mouthful. He stroked Jesse's now erect dick with one of his rough hands, and allowed his other hand to roam Jesse's body freely. He groped his arms, running his fingers through the hair in Jesse's armpits, and then ran his outstretched hand sensuously over the boy's muscled pecs and abs. Mr. Han then spent a few moments feeling the boy's manly pubic bush before sliding down to grasp his hand as far as he could around Jesse's tan muscular thigh covered in golden hair. He encircled his leg with his hand a few more times before pushing it down and underneath so that he could give Jesse's ass cheeks a good squeeze. He breathed in sharply through his nose, and I realized that Mr. Han had stuck his finger in Jesse's asshole.

With his right hand Mr. Han was stroking Jesse's dick vigorously, with his mouth he sucked at the boy's plump balls, and with his left hand he gave the his ass a ruthless fingerfucking. I looked down into Jesse's blue eyes. He had been forced to submit totally, but was still begging me with his stare to let him go. I continued to push him down. Suddenly Jesse sighed deeply, giving in to the pleasure. He grunted when the first glob of white fluid shot from his dick, followed by more and more cum than I thought he could produce. Mr. Han milked every last drop from him, and afterwards continued to rub Jesse's sticky manhood.

"You done with him?" I asked after a few minutes.

"No," he said, eyeing Jesse's body with glee, "this is only the beginning."