A
Request of the Devil
by
Jimmy
“Hello?”
Sam Hells voice comes through the phone in both annoyance and curiosity.
“Sam…I…I need another training session. Something happened and—”
Sam’s Hell, aka the Devilboy cuts him off
“What’s this about Chase? I thought we already worked out your little…problem.”
“Me too” Chase sighs, “But then I got my ass
handed to me. But, it worked on Doug.” Chase smiles widely, his Cheshire cat
smile visible for a moment before deflating like a flat tire. “There is a new
problem and…I could use your help with.” Chase dry swallows his parched mouth
barely able to keep down his rising anxiety as he finishes “Can you…would you,
help me again?”
Sam Hell leers into the phone, a rough crude
sharp bark of laughter that sets Chase’s blonde arm hairs standing on
end.
“I’m warning you now pretty boy, I didn’t go
easy on you the last time. I won’t this time either.”
Chase gulps, second guessing himself already
as an altogether familiar stirring occurs in his underwear.
Just managing to slip away from Jayden
Gomez, his boyfriend at the pool who loudly complains to Max and Rex about
their encounter Chase decided to make a quick, and very important phone
call.
“I know” Chase starts, rubbing at his
erection absentmindedly and his breath hitches and he bites back the moan that
threatens to creep out of him.
“Chase, you’re fucking hard as a rock right
now?” Sam does not give a moment for Chase to confirm or deny, but moves on
rather quickly. “Did you learn nothing?” Sam He’ll sighs and finishes with “I
will be right over.”
“Wait Sam, I have company over—I didn’t mean
now!”
The phone goes quiet and Chase takes a quick
and sharp look at the screen to see if his warning came in too late, and if
Sam Hell has already hung up. But he is still there. Sam Hell breathes
slowly, and he clears his throat.
“Gomez is with you?”
Chase nods, realizing a moment later that
Sam can’t see him.
“Yes” he answers finally.
“Be there in ten. Maybe Jayden will also
learn something. We are on the same team now anyways. Time to play a new game
anyways” Sam mumbles and finishes with. “Still don’t have a suit, so I’ll be in
my underwear in the pool.” Sam Hell informs Chase with a quiet chuckle. “Try
not to clog up your pool drain with your cum, Chase.”
The phone clicks and Sam is gone.
Chase grabs his hair in both hands falling
back to his mattress, and groans.
“What
did I just get myself into?”
