The Thief in Hell House written by Jimmy

 

The Thief in Hell House

 

By Jimmy

 Warning: Includes ballbusting. one underage character, and extreme violence. This story is darker than my usual ones  You have been warned.

Getting ready for bed, Sam Hell yawns lousy scratching his bare chest, his nubby fingers tracing the plump muscular shapes of his pecs distractedly. He has finished brushing his teeth and is still tasting the faint hint of mint as he runs his tongue over his clean teeth. Flicking the lights off in his bedroom, Sam Hell aka the Devilboy closes his bedroom door with a feint click heading to bed, moving first to stand by the window. His roommate, and foster brother Jake is out for the evening and he looks over at the other bed wistfully almost wishing that he were here.

Jumping onto his mattress, Sam pulls the covers up on his bare chest and moves a bit until he is comfortable before closing his bright red eyes. One hand moves underneath his thick frame feeling his half-cocked devils cane and murmurs into his pillow thinking of banging one out. But sleep comes rather quickly and he is already asleep with cock still in hand as his mind churns into pleasant dreams.

 

Downstairs unknown to Sam Hell, and the others sleeping in the second floor a thief has chosen the Bradly House to rob. Jackson is getting ready to do his daily crimes robbing people but he notices a nice house and thinks nobody is there since the lights are off he then uses his trusty lock pick to unlock the front door. The lock falls open, prey to his whims in mere moments but as soon as he does this he proceeds into the darkened house and knocks something over causing it to clang loudly.

 

Stirring from sleep, Sam Hell sits bolt upright. After spending most of his time in foster care and in the system he has been gifted with excellent hearing and being turned into a very light sleeper. He swears that someone just knocked over the umbrella stand near the doorway. The stand is rather stupid and foolish, but Mr. Bradley loves the obscenely large thing. Silently he pulls off the covers of his torso, and slips from the bed as quiet as can be. His feet are cool on hardwood of his bedroom and he gently opens the door peering down the stairs and in only his tight black boxer shorts he spies an intruder on the first floor barely visible in the darkened entrance way. Only the starlight from outdoors highlights his form.

His heartbeat quickens, but Sam Hell inches down the stairs as silent as day turning into night and sticks to the shadows of the staircase as he makes is way to the intruder.

 

“Oh shit!” Jackson whispers to himself sighing of relief nobody was home he then walks around the house looking at photos and anything valuable before putting it in his bag.

 

“Heh this is one of the easiest houses I’ve ever robbed” Jackson says to himself.

 

Anger flares in Sam Hell and he feels his hands are already clenched into fists, his brunt finger nails digging into his palms. He is going to hurt this thief. He can’t see him too well but he sees dark clothing and he thinks he might be a bit scruffy. Sam touches his own bare cheeks, he shaved his face before going to bed but running one hand down his chest he feels a few whisky black nipple hairs, and a darker trail leading off his navel down to his fully packed underwear pouch. He feels himself stiffening in anticipation and thinks he knows just how to deal with this clumsy thief.

On the landing of the stairs, he quietly closes the front door thinking of how amateurish it was to leave it open. ‘Maybe he is new at this,’ Sam Hell thinks. He slowly creeps along behind the thief as Jackson goes deeper into the house.

He seems to be looking at the picture frames, with his back to Sam and he decides to teach the thief just how dangerous it is to mess with the prince of darkness himself in his own lair.

 

Rushing forward he comes out from the shadows sending a foot just between the butt cheeks of his foe and feels a little squish as his foot connects with a big prize. He grins to himself as the contents are crushed under his bare toes and he meanly leaves his foot in place for a few moments for him to register the blow, before he pulls it free.

In a deep voice Sam Hell says “You’ve come to the wrong house.”

 

Jackson feels a sharp and excruciating pain hitting his meat nuggets and moans loudly crossing his eyes and falling down in pain.

 

With his foot firmly between above Jacksons buttcheeks Sam Hell places it on the guy’s lower back and presses down until his hips meet the floor.

“Look who landed in my web,” Sam Hell growls bending down, one hand reaching between the guy’s legs and fumbling to him get both balls into his hand.

 

“Ooh fuck!! What the fuck is your problem man?! You never hit another guy in his balls!!” Jackson cries out in pain again.

 

“Actually, I do. I rather enjoy doing so. So tell me… who is the dumb shmuck that thought it was a good idea to break into my hell house?” Sam Hell asks firmly holding onto both wily balls lazily in one hand, while with his other he holds the face of the intruder down against the wooden floor boards.

 

“I won’t tell you!”

 

Sam Hell smiles, it’s a cruel smile but this large thief, he’s 6’4 inches brings him a lot of joy.

 

“I have my ways of getting what I want…you are going to make this fun.” Sam Hell leers into the man’s ear, the minty fresh toothpaste still on his breath.

Sam Hell stands up, and letting go of his hand hold for now. He has quickly made up his mind that he wants to play a game. Sam grabs the man’s shirt from the floor and roughly pulls it off, he does this for two reasons. One is rather selfish, he wants to see if he is bigger and stronger than his opponent. The other is to make sure he does not in fact have a weapon of any kind tucked into his pants or buried beneath his underwear strap.

 

“Get up, I want to see if you can actually fight and get a good hard look at you.”

 

The order is cold and calculating, and the thief does not move faster enough. Sam Hell reacts instinctually and kicks him in the side making sure that his toes hit right below the navel. It’s a warning shot. He won’t give another.

 

“Up. Now.”

 

The stairs creek behind him, and Sam Hell briefly turns away from him seeing Bill on bottom stair starring hard into the darkened corridor.

 

“Sam…is that you?” Bill is bare-chested too, his little pecs reflecting the light of the moon coming from the blinds on the front windows, and the small six-pack is tight as he clings to the white banister concern in his lightening light blue eyes.

 

“Bill go back to—ugh!”

 

From the ground, Jackson hit him full in his devil coins with an upward kick from below and Sam Hell grunts once as the man’s leather boot recedes from between his legs and back to its owner as he climbs up off the floor boards.

 

“You mean like that…Sam?” Jackson asks, smirking underneath his black mask. He’s taller than Sam Hell and his shadow bathes him in darkness but his red eyes flash at the intruder and he is momentarily startled. “Your eyes?! He gasps.

 

“Not bad,” Sam growls, forcing his hand away from his crotch he nostrils flailing as he moves a bit closer so the intruder can truly gaze into his red eyed stare. “But I can take a lot more than that!”

 

He rushes forward, but the thief is longer within reach but his outstretched foot is that Jackson uses to kick out at Sam Hell again. Jackson manages to nail the devilboy right in the same spot and he topples over banging onto the hardwood making the whole house quake when he hits the floor.

 

“Sam!” Bill yells, clearly in distress as he rushes forward to aid his foster brother.

Sam Hell moves to grab his coins, but the thief steps on them first crushing them firmly underneath his boot.

 

Bill was upon him before he could hit Sam again.

 

The little spitfire swung his fist so hard into the thief’s genitals that a loud, wet, squelch could be heard and Bill grins up at him legs splayed and small bulge proudly sticking out.

 

“Leave Sam alone,” Bill threatens him, as the thief bends over moaning and cupping his testicles. This was the third blow he had taken within a few minutes, and he looks squeamish and slightly green underneath his black cotton mask.

 

Bill shoves him back with all his might so that he steps off of Sam Hell’s nuts, a dirt footprint is left on Sam’s black underwear and he moans low grabbing his devil coins, face white as a sheet.

 

“Fucking hell,” Sam Hell groans, his fingers covered in muck from the bottom of the thief’s foot as he clings to his precious bulge.

 

The thief stumbles back, moaning as well.

 

Only Bill seems uninjured as he asks Sam. “You going to be okay?”

 

Sam Hell nods once, and feels a bit sick at the intensity in his underwear, which forces him to stay silent. He holds carefully his plump nuggets, Sam’s careful gaze on the thief bent at the waist. He does not hesitate to stand up, but as Sam Hell does so the devilboy also feels the need to go back down. His balls throb, and even his indestructible balls aren’t quite as invincible as they used to be. He’s still not the same after being milked by Jayden. He swears that somehow Jayden Gomez stole his unbeatable balls from him after he took his devil seed.

 

Sam Hell shutters at the memory of Jayden emptying his devil coins, and he swears that revenge will be his when he gets Jayden back for this atrocity.

 

Bill is now faced towards the intruder, arms crossed stating boldly “You are not welcome here, get out.” The threat that he is trying to put in his tone is rather lost as Bill’s balls have not dropped and he is still rather squeaky in tone clearly still in the thick of puberty. Or rather, if his Bill’s balls did drop it would be hard to tell. Even standing in the dark hallway, his small package is nothing more than a feint bump in his undies.

 

The thief groans and comes up, “I will be going.” He swipes his loot bag from the hardwood floor and slight jingle makes Bill scoff and hold out his hand.

 

“You better put that back!”

 

“Make me brat!”

 

Bill rushes him, and Sam tries to stop him but he misses Bill’s naked back by inches. The boy throws a punch aimed up at the thief’s face but the swing and the movement upwards gives him all the time he needs to catch the arm and swing him around until he has one arm around Bill’s throat in a chokehold pulling him in tight against his body.

 

Sam Hell moves towards the two, but the thief stops him with an “Uh uh, ah! Not another move!” He tightens the hold until Bill’s eyes widen and he can see that Bill can’t breathe…his other hand moves decidedly lower until he places it on Bill’s small mound after he tucked the loot into his belt. “You wouldn’t want me to hurt your little brother…would you?”

 

The red eyes narrow into slits, and Sam Hell cracks his knuckles one at a time on his left hand.

 

“If you don’t let Bill go, I will end you.”

 

“You should not be making demands,” the thief says and tightens his handhold on Bill’s nads, visibly crushing his little marbles. His other arm heaves Bill into the air and his feet dance in the air and Sam puts his hands up in surrender.

 

“Okay…okay! Don’t hurt him.”

 

The thief slowly lowers him back to the floor and Bill takes in a small breath that sound desperate and pleading at the same time.

“Now sit down on the floor, and put these on.” He takes his hand away from Bill’s balls and a sigh of relief crosses his face as he tosses a pair of handcuffs from his pocket at Sam Hell’s feet.

 

Sam hears him handcuffing Bill’s wrists behind his back, and Bill looks awfully small all of sudden, and very scared. He whispers Sam Hell’s name, and his blue eyes wide as saucers stares at him praying for his savior to save the day.

 

The hero role is not in Sam Hell’s nature, and the devilboy rather dislikes the notion but playing into the intruders hand is not in him either. Sam Hell is a fighter, a dirty on at that and he does intend to end up as anyone captive. If anyone is going to get shackled, it will not be him.

 

“I’ll play nicely,” Sam Hell says through gritted teeth as he slowly bends down not for one second looking away from the intruder’s eyes as he grabs the metal cuffs by the small grooved chain in-between. Lifting up the hand-cuff’s Sam opens them wide and moves to place one wrist into the cuff just as Jackson glances down at Bill smugly squeezing the boy’s nuts roughly, while his other hand roughly holds the boys cuffed wrists together.

 

Temporarily distracted Sam Hell’s handcuffs hit Jackson square in the chest and he turns to see the red-eyed devil swooping down upon him, mouth bared as a fist sings towards and clocks him full in the mouth. Jackson tastes blood as he stumbles backward slightly dazed. Sam Hell swings his knee up into the man’s abdomen hitting him deep below the navel and caving in his muscled torso with full power as he bellows at him, “Not in my house, here I am king!”

 

The thief bends over grabbing his stomach, the other hand on his mouth as he spits into the mask.

 

“Fucking hell…good punch. But I’m going to make you my bitch!” Jackson yells and swings both fists down toward Sam Hell’s head.

 

Sam Hell’s red eyes widen, and he moves gracefully stepping sideways as the air of the incoming blow swishes past him and Jackson stumbles into his left flank. Sam grabs his shoulders hard and brings up his knee slamming Jackson between his thick thighs and feeling the satisfying squish of the thief’s groin as his knee cracks into the man’s pelvis bone with a sufficient crunch.

 

Jackson gasps, the air expunged from him as Sam brings his knee, up and down repeatedly jabbing his shin deep into his hanging ballsack making contact each time with terrible, sickening accuracy.

 

The thief goes weak, and knees buckle as his slides down to the floor until kneeling before Sam Hell grabbing his swollen, strumming testicles in both hands gazing up at the red eyed devil seeing the threat clearly for the first time all evening.

 

“Nighty night.”

 

He never saw the punch coming, but Jackson heard the crack as Sam hit him hard on the side of his face and Bill’s yelp of “Hit him again,” before he blacks out and tumbles to the floor.

 

Sam is by Bill’s side holding Bill’s wrists examining the cuffs that shackle him.

 

“You alright?” Sam asks, the surprising gentleness in the caged red eyed demon looking down concernedly at his younger foster brother.

 

Bill nods once, and says “Thanks to you…but man, he got my nuggets good. I was…scared for a minute there.”

 

“Let’s get these off.”

 

Sam Hell goes through the thief’s pockets, and finds a number of interesting objects including a set of thieves tools, his wallet, a small switchblade, and most importantly the handcuff keys.

 

Bill is freed moments later, rubbing his wrists and looking over Sam’s shoulder at the man on the ground. “I’m going to go call the police…”

 

“Not yet,” Sam says grabbing his shoulder, stopping him.

 

“I want to have some fun first.”

 

The blade flashes as, Sam Hell lets loose the trigger of the switchblade with a tiny click freeing the small, very sharp metallic dagger that glints in the moonlight.

 

Bill grins and asks “What do you have in mind.”

 

The sly grin on Sam Hell’s face makes Bill’s heart beat faster.

 

“You’ll see.”

 

A few minutes later, Jackson has been stripped down to his underwear, mask removed and hand cuffed to a chair his clothes in ripped up chunks all around him.

 

Sam lazily flips the blade in one hand and nods at Bill as they both stare at Jackson. Jackson is a huge man. At 19, he has a barrel chest with a fine dusting of hair around his pink nipples, and a long treasure trail that starts in the middle of his abdomen and fades outwards towards his navel. The muscles beneath are hard, and defined he clearly sees the inside of a gym a lot. The bulge between his thickly corded thighs juts out detailing a large set of danglers, as well as a thickly coiled dormant serpent that curves around the ballsack rather protectively.

 

Bill’s blue ice chip eyes concentrate on it, his mouth slightly open with his left hand unmistakably underneath his underwear toys with his plumped up rocket. He sighs saying “You going to bust his balls now?”

 

Sam Hell smirks, his younger brother is always horny these days.

 

“Yes, yes I think I shall but first…”

 

The backhand slap, cracks against Jackson’s cheek and he jerks awake as his head swings wildly to one side and back again. Jackson blinks rapidly taking in his surroundings and judging by his expression he is not at all happy by his current predicament.

 

Jackson glares up at Sam Hell, but without the safety of his black mask, combined with being cuffed to the chair the red eyed stare that Sam exbits so well seems to have an even deeper affect as Jackson’s glare is met with a much more powerful one. Sam Hell’s dark red eyes, so piercing in the late evening bore into his captive and he leans down lazily pointing the blade of the knife to Jackson’s chin dabbing the sharp blade in the middle of the slight cleft.

 

Freezing Jackson waits with baited breath as Sam Hell holds his gaze fixed on his prey.

 

Behind the exchange Bill lets out a small moan, but in the darkened hallway that is so silent it’s as if he screamed it. Neither look towards the sound, both men unwilling to break the tension between them.

 

Sam Hell’s free hand rests on Jackson’s shoulder and he squeezes the muscle until Jackson’s left eye twitches. Then a small smile dances at the corner of his mouth, and the devilboy in his element finally speaks.

 

“I am going to enjoy breaking you.”

 

Sam Hell flicks the blade, and a small nick appears on Jackson’s chin and tiny red drops fall like hail on his lap below.

 

Jackson grimaces at the sharp quick pain and sucks in a breath as Sam Hell points the blade at the center of his chest and trails the blade along his sternum until it rests at the lip of his underwear.

 

“You…you don’t know what you are doing. Kid…”

 

“I am no child,” Sam Hell says, the blade of the knife slowly jutting the elastic band effectively, the fabric unable to withstand the sharp edge. “But you can call me the Devilboy. I am going to be your worst nightmare. You came into my home, attacked my brother, and dared to cross me. The only thing that I have not decided is if I cut off lefty…or righty first.”

 

The elastic band snaps open, and the full brown bush above Jackson’s bush comes into full view.

 

Jackson’s heartbeat seems to be thumping in his ears, and all the bravado ebbs away at Sam Hell’s calculated words, as the older near naked teen flicks the knife down the middle of his cotton briefs and his junk comes tumbling out laying bare on his thigs unprotected and completely vulnerable.

 

“No.” Jackson pleads quietly. “You wouldn’t…you can’t.”

 

“Wouldn’t I?”

 

The blade, his own switch blade rests against his cock and Jackson dry swallows and shakes his head.

 

“Please.” He begs now. “Don’t do this.”

 

Sam Hell comes right into Jackson’s face, his red eyes locked onto Jackson’s. “You should have thought of that before you came into my house!”

 

Sam Hell pulls back his arm, the knife flashing as it comes straight down and digs into the chair, mere inches between Jackson’s legs.

 

The scream that follows, turns into a nervous laugh as Jackson stares at the blade twitching in the wood.

 

“Scared?” Bill asks, his voice high and light as he jacks off more quickly. “Get ‘em, Sam.”

 

Sam Hell picks up Jackson’s balls, one in each hand and rolls the fat nuggets between his fingers getting a good feel for the fleshy orbs in the palms of his hands. Jackson stops breathing, the violation of Sam Hell…this punk touching him makes him cringe.

 

“You dirty fucker.”

 

Sam Hell glances up at that and squeezes his fingers together as if he were about to juice an orange, and tilts his head to the side as the balls within his clenched fists deform.

 

“No!”

 

Jackson grimaces, as Sam squeezes harder and he moans as he clenches his teeth.

 

Then Sam pulls Jackson’s testicles forward, away from his body and towards the blade of the knife stuck in the wood. Jackson feels his tightly stretched ballsack moving and he glances down and to his horror the skin membrane is so close to the blade that if Sam pulled again the blade would cut him.

 

“Don’t!” Jackson pleads.

 

“I think I will, make a wish!” Sam Hell yells as his muscles tense for one last big pull.

 

The front door squeaks open and Bill’s Dad, Mr. Will Brady whistles as he stumbles through the front door and as he turns on the hall light everyone freezes in the hallway.

 

Sam Hell hovering over the naked Jackson, and crushing his balls looks up at Mr. Brady. Jackson glances over his shoulder and pleads “Help me.” And behind them both Bill stops mid-stroke, his body quivering as he is so close to erupting in his underwear.

 

“Dad?” Bill squeaks. “I can explain!”

 

Mr. Brady stops whistling, and puts down the poker chip box, along with his winnings from tonight’s poker game with the other fathers around the neighborhood and crosses his arms over his chest and says.

 

“Looks like there is going to be some explaining that needs to be done.”

 

Sam Hell glances down at Jackson and whispers so that only the three of them can hear. “This is not over.” Sam Hell tightens his fist by jabbing his two thumbs into Jackson’s balls making him squeal like a pig as he drops the red raw testicles back into Jackson’s lap.

 

“I can explain,” Sam Hell says, standing up head bowed.

 

“I should hope so.” Mr. Brady says moving to close the door but freezes in the doorway his body slightly shaking, trembling in an awkward way, and before he falls to the mat the three others see a second masked person on the stairwell, a stun gun in hand and two prongs sticking out of Mr. Brady’s chest.

 

“Dad!” yells Bill, moving to rush past Sam Hell but Sam’s arm grabs him and pulls him back into his chest as a second intruder enters the house.

 

Jackson still moaning, says “Didn’t I tell you? I was not casing your neighborhood alone.”

 

The door slams shut, and the lock clicks as the second thief drops the stun gun to the floor and one hand turns out the hall lights plunging the hallway into darkness.

 

“Meet my employer, he’s not going to like you. I would cut me loose before you have to face him alone…but either way it’s your funeral.”

 

 

To be continued…