The Juvenile Hall Thief: Your Devil Eyes are Mine written by Jimmy

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Your Devil Eyes are Mine

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Bill prone on the bed groans into the sock shoved into his mouth. He yanks at the binds, his wrists slipping and sliding in the restraints. Trapped, and helpless Bill heaves lungful’s of air into the wet, damp sock his eyes narrow and defiant. Bill should be scared. Instead, he’s angry. And ready to fight. 

 

Above him looms the thief Jackson. A huge smile is spreading over his face as he takes in Bill on the mattress bound and gagged. His favorite type of playmate. 

 

“You’re mine, now Bill,” Jackson purrs, his words falling from between his lips like poised daggers ready to strike. His voice is slightly muffled due to his black mask that he wears, keeping his identity unknown to his victim.

 

Slowly, Jackson climbs that bed getting into position to mount Bill to show his true dominance over the brat when Bill thrusts up a knee deep into his groin, and slipping through the narrow opening in his thighs. Jackson’s scrotum crunches against Bills mean thigh, but the jolt of the blow and look of pleasure in Bills narrowed blue eyes causes Jackson to grunt and fall to his side laying next to Bill on the too small bed.

 

Jackson grabs his balls feeling like an idiot. Bill nailed him…again. 

 

“Fucker.”

 

Jackson cusses, grabbing his nads. Bill is like a magnet and this is not the first blow that he has taken from him tonight, let alone the last time that he broke in. He feels weak, and as he careful looks over his genitals Bill is restless trying to pull free of his handcuffs. 

 

“You set up your own cage, you little runt,” growls Jackson as he keels over his fingers reassuring himself that his balls are still intact. He moans, “Should have worn…a fucking cup.” Although, truth be told in Jackson’s imagination he was not supposed to need one. Not at all.

 

A crackle of static causes both Jackson and Bill to free on the bed. It’s coming from the closet where Jackson found Bill.

 

White crisp noise blares from the speakers of the walkie talkie and a voice comes through “Bill? Are you….?” White noise fills the bedroom. The radio goes in and out. The old walkie talkie has seen better days and Jackson stumbles to the closet, one hand cupping himself as he grabs it. Before it goes dead Jayden says “I’m here.”

 

Jackson spins, glaring at Bill.

 

“Who the hell was that?”

 

Jackson is upon him and pulls out the wet sock from his mouth, his other hand on the boy’s throat keeping whatever he has to say nice and quiet.

 

“Your worst nightmare,” Bill growls and spits directly up at Jackson. It lands mostly on the mask, but a bit goes into one eye. For one moment Jackson reaches up to swipe it and Bill sucks in air and screams “Jayden, I’m up here!”

 

The sock is shoved back into his mouth, and Jackson curses himself and duct tapes it closed for good measure.

 

His playtime with Bill is cut short, as the door to the house slowly creaks open. Jackson is creeping from the bedroom, as Bill thrashes on the bed. He closes the door, and slowly moves to the staircase. Briefly Jackson wonders where the hell Silas Dark is, before he concentrates on the newest problem. The arrival of a friend of Bill’s…Jayden.

 

The door to Bill’s house slowly creaks open.

 

Jayden pauses in the doorway, his heart hammering in his chest as he stares into the darkness. A walkie-talkie is on one hand, his flashlight app illuminating the front entryway as he cautiously steps inside.

 

“Bill?” Jayden calls into the two-way radio. The two-way radios where Jayden’s idea. He forgot all about them. When he and Bill started being friends, way before they dated he had found the pair at a yard sale. He used to use them with his brother Gino, but Gino refused to use them and defined them as: lame and a kid’s toy. Bill loved them. They used to use them for hours. Now it slightly trembles in his hand as Jayden spots the disheveled rug, the turned over table by the coach and lamp on the floor.

 

Bill might in danger.

 

Vigilantly Jayden closes the door behind him, feeling the wooden door at his back gives him a moment to at least know that the danger will come from the front and not the back. Jayden surmised on the trip over to Bill’s on his bike that if Bill had used the radio he had to be in his room. That’s where Jayden was planning on going…but first he had to make sure that he would not get attacked from the behind. He planned to go through all of the rooms downstairs first.

 

Slipping off his shoes so that his bare feet will make the least amount of noise as possible, Jayden heads down into the room, keeping the wall at his back as he slides across it flashing his iPhone light side-to-side as he goes making sure that no one is in the front room before he heads to the next room.

 

When Jayden opens the door slowly he stops moving completely as the light of his phone catches sight or Mr. Will Brady, Bill’s Dad. He’s bound and tied up, his hands above him but he’s shaking his head looking at Jayden and moaning into his mask. Jayden’s eyes widen by the reflection in the glass above Mr. Brady it’s a figure moving silently behind Jayden, he’s masked and purposely coming straight towards him. A hand reaches out to grab his shoulder, and all the fine golden hairs along the back of his neck stand on end his body registering the danger he is about to find himself in.

 

Jayden drops his phone, and the walkie talkie both clatter noisily on the floor, as Jayden spins dropping to all fours and kicking back with a mule kick aimed at the middle of the hulking figure behind him. Jayden’s barefoot connects and the guy stumbles backwards. Jayden is on his feet rushing towards the masked figure, ignoring his wildly beating heart and voice in his head telling him to run, runaway.

 

He’s never been one to retreat, and he does not plan to now. Not when his friend…well, when his… what is Bill to him anyways? Jayden is not sure, but he is not going to leave him to fight this creep all alone.

 

Wordlessly Jayden spearheads him, the two crashing into the back of the couch and rolling off as they land in a heap on the floor.

 

Jayden is gasping as he starts to climb back to his feet but kick from nowhere knocks his ankles together and he lands on the couch breathless as Jackson the thief moves on top of him, pinning his swinging arms to his side as he holds Jayden firmly down. Jayden struggles, but Jackson is using his full weight, and by the vague light from his phone Jayden can plainly see that Jackson is built like a linebacker, and he won’t be getting up anytime soon unless he wants him to.

 

“You…must be Jayden,” Jackson says. He’s tired, his stomach hurts but he keeps his voice rough and menacing as he stares at the struggling teen underneath him. “You should not have come here…especially alone.”

 

“I’m not alone!” Jayden says and looks over Jackson’s shoulder. “Hit him Gino, right in the head! Now!”

 

Jackson turned, lifting one arm to block the blow but he sees no one. The house is empty front room but them. He looks down to chastise Jayden, but Jayden’s fist hits him hard in the jaw sending him backwards landing on his ass at the other end of the couch.

 

He moves quick, to dart back and regroup but Jackson grabs one ankle and pulls him back.

 

“Where do you think you’re doing?” Jackson demands climbing on top of Jayden again and pinning his head to the cushion, his other hand slipping between his wide spreading legs and grabbing a very hefty ballsack between Jayden’s thighs. The nutsack rested on the couch, so invitingly full and easy to grab that Jackson could not help but take advantage of the easy displayed fruit dangling there.

 

Jackson’s fingers curl, and wrap around Jayden’s dangling scrotum and the teenager freezes feeling his invasion and intrusiveness on his most vulnerable assets.

 

“Get off, my—nuts!” Jayden squeals as Jackson’s fingers lock into place and squeeze, crushing his nuts together in one mound as he sets the two testicles against the other, with no place to escape from his crushing wrath.

 

Ignoring Jayden's plea, Jackson goes to work his fingers sinking in and out of Jayden’s balls, the scrotum held tightly in one hand giving Jayden no space for his vulnerable orbs to escape.

 

Jayden bites the cushion between his teeth, his wet mouth making the material damp as the thief crushes his nuts. He’s wild below Jackson, trying to scramble free but he can’t quite get a good hit in as Jackson keeps his face pressed deep into the soft cushion. He moans as Jackson works over his testicles, and he starts to feel sick. A weakness creeps into him, and his fighting slows as he tries to concentrate on taking longer, deeper breathes but it’s so hard with Jackson’s wide hand encompassing his whole package at once.

 

“My…nuts…stop…my boy…nuts…ugh…ugh,” Jayden groans, his body spasms for a moment coming up stiff and crimping at a particular nasty squeeze on his testicles. Jayden falls back exhausted, and sweating as Jackson never lets up for a moment from overwhelming his balls that are stuck in his nutclaw.

 

Jayden groans again, his balls feeling like squished fruit and that Jackson is a juicer trying to drain him of every last drop. It’s intoxicatingly painful and his dark eyes widen and he grips the couch hard, his fingers sinking further into the softness of the couch wishing that he could make it stop. 

 

He’s fading faster, and appears like he is no longer fighting Jackson delights in this reaction and thinks this handhold that Silas Dark taught him he will apply to Bill upstairs later on when he’s finished with his latest captive. Jayden is breathing quicker as Jackson’s fingers continue to sink deeper into his balls, feeling the hardened cores at the centers of each tightly squished ball.

 

“You have a big set…too bad for you. More pain in these big suckers!” Jackson laughs as the he hears a noise at the top of the stairs. 

 

Jackson turns. Spots the figure on the staircase and grins, “Bought time. You taking a nap?”

 

“Is that the brat?” Silas Dark growers. “Because I have grudge that needs tending too.”

 

Jayden stops moaning for a moment, and Jackson looks down at him. 

 

“This? He’s not Bill. Bills upstairs. And no, he’s not the Devilboy either. His name is Jayden.”

 

“The Gomez boy? Well, well, well…this just got even better.”

 

Silas Dark is near the couch now and he leers down, his face inches from Jayden’s and grabs his cheeks. He gives them a little squeeze. 

 

“Look what the car dragged in. An added bonus to the evening!” Silas Dark runs his eyes over the prone body of Jayden Gomez.

 

“Silas” gasps Jayden, as Jackson kneads his balls a little harder, making him cringe. His answer comes out a little muffled due to Silas’s grip on his face. 

 

“So you remember me? I remember you. I wasn’t finished with you. But now I can.”

 

Jayden groans, his heart sinking as Silas Dark slaps him on the cheek and stands up. “First, I want to take a spin with Jayden here. You head upstairs and finish Bill. Then we can—-“ but at that moment the front door opens. Jayden tries to scream but Silas Dark covers his mouth. 

 

Sam Hell the Devilboy himself strides into his home, and attempts to flick the lights. When nothing happens his fierce fiery crimson eyes slowly take in the room and Jayden’s phone barely illuminate the three figures on the couch. But the light glow is enough. Sam’s eyes narrow and his deep voice rings out from the entryway.

 

“Silas Dark…you came back.”

 

Standing tall Silas Dark releases Jayden who sucks in a grateful lungful of air as he balls his fists by his sides. 

 

“That I have.”

 

“I don’t remember inviting you,” Sam Hell growls throwing off his wet damp shirt from his run and tossing it to the side before flexing. “But if it’s an ass kicking you were looking for, an ass whooping you will get!”

 

Sam Hell slams the door shut, his red eyes seem to illuminate and glow as he makes his way towards Silas Dark. His rage and anger waft off of him in waves as yells out from the middle of the room “You came to my house, the Devil Cave. Prepare Dark, because I will end you tonight!”

 

His finger raises and as he gives a slight finger shot Sam Hell rushes forward, letting his animalistic nature out as he battle cry launches him the last few feet and he collides Silas Dark. The two titans grunt, and flair against one another, neither giving an inch as fists slam and their chest bash against their foe. 

 

Jackson pauses momentarily to watch, and slowly rolls Jayden’s nuggets in his scrotum. He hates the feeling, and he wishes for anyone to be doing to him but the man above. Jayden waits for his moment while Jackson is distracted and reaches for the heavy fallen photo album from the toppled end table. His fingers just barely reach it when Jackson’s fingers curl in tighter than before and he can’t help but yell in utter anguish. 

 

Grabbing the reaching arm, Jackson presses it flat against Jayden’s back, risking as he does so.

 

“You could have been entertained by the show…instead, you tried to be naughty. Well naughty kids deserved to be spanked!”

 

Jackson briefly let’s go of Jayden’s balls, but the swing of his arm and the slap between his legs bring him back fully to reality and Jayden gags on his pain and whimpers as follow-up strike hits him for a second time. 

 

“B…b…oy…nuts…” Jayden manages to grunt between strikes. 

 

His balls are swelling and feel heavier than usual in his scrotum and on the fifth slap Jayden hollers into the cushion, the wet material soaked around his parted lips. 

 

Not too far away, Sam Hell and Silas Dark are rolling on the wooden floor. Both seem evenly matched, and Sam Hell is so full of hate and malice that his skin practically radiates the red glow from his hellfire eyes are narrowed to slits and bore into Silas. Silas seems unaffected by the hellspawn, the demon glare that affects so many of the Bartlet Community is neutered by Silas Dark’s own intense stare.

 

“You could have been something, Hell. Instead, you ran away and became a sideshow freak in this small town. Pathetic!” Silas Dark’s words cut like a knife and he uses the advantage to shove his forearm into Sam Hell’s throat as he tries to cut off his air flow. Sam Hell’s eyes widen at the move and both hands retreat to stop the advancing attack, while he bares his teeth in response.

 

“I own this town!” Sam Hell growls.

 

“Fool! You own nothing. You couldn’t even beat the Gomez boy—y…”

 

“Neither could you!” Sam Hell throws Silas Dark from him, and the two are on their feet in moments rushing one another again the powerhouses slamming their fists into any area that might hurt and cause damage. They blur together, and fall once again but this time into the couch and on top of Jackson the thief, and Jayden. The four teens are a muck of limbs, grunts and bodies. Jayden can barely breathe on the bottom, but Jackson’s handhold has slackened which Jayden barely can use to his advantage until the weight becomes too much for the sofa and it collapses sending all four combatants rolling away in different directions.

 

Jayden Gomez rolls into the wall, thumps his head and sees stars bursting in front of his vision. The world goes hazy, and he tries to stay with it but he reaches out to say something, although the words die on his lips before his mouth can form the words. His dark muddy brown eyes slowly close as both Jackson the Thief and Silas Dark come to standing with Sam Hell between the two and things start to look dire for the Devilboy.

 

“Heh, now the fun really begins.” Cracking his knuckles, Silas Dark’s tongue licks a bit of blood off his skin, he’s unsure if it’s his own but after tasting it he grins. “It tastes like your defeat, Sam.”

 

Sam Hell’s chest is heaving but he cocks a half crooked grin, “You know I was thinking the same thing… but you got it wrong how this is going to play out.”

 

Jackson is creeping up behind him, and plans on coming in low and aims for the fork between Sam’s legs. When he lifts it up, Jackson gives a triumphant yell but Sam twists and catches the flying boot and grins as he yanks it up and sends Jackson crashing to the floor with a horrid slam.

 

“You…bitch!” Jackson yells from the floor.

 

Sam shrugs and stomps down directly onto his groin, crushing both balls and cock in one solid stomp of his heel. For added affect, Sam twists his foot, rolling and flattening everything underneath. The squelch of Jackson’s flattened gonads and dick makes his crooked grin twitch as the thief screams under his planted foot.

 

“He says that you are on your own. Good help is so hard to find now that you lost me. This the best that you have?” Sam Hell shakes his head, his red condescending eyes flashing with pride. “Time to think about a new career, Silas.”

 

Silas Dark says nothing, but his eye twinges in response before he is on the move towards Sam, ready to knock him down a few pegs.

 

Sam Hell plants his feet apart, and is ready for him.

 

Its then, in the closeness of Silas Dark’s approaching gate that Sam Hell spots the limp, and the grimace to each step. Someone in the house knocked his nuts pretty good, and Sam spots weakness and dodges Silas’s swing and instead throws up a knee, hitting his old mentor in his bulge.

 

Silas Dark stares down in horror, as Sam’s thick thigh blasts his balls into his ass crack and sucks his teeth and stumbles back one hand grabbing his throbbing balls “You…will… regret….fuuuck!” The pain hits him all at once, and it’s like a Mack truck barreling into his balls. He bites his lips and drops to one knee.

 

“I thought you were more of a man than that, my devil coins could have withstood that blow! Apparently I am still the most impressive between us, and my invincibility here will be your undoing,” Sam Hell retorts, in full evil doer monologue but for once Sam Hell does not feel like the villain. He’s certainly not the hero, even to himself but nailing Silas Dark feels justified…and he’s not through yet.

 

Sam Hell strides forward, more confident than ever and swings a fist coming into Silas Dark’s shadow and nailing him in the ribs, and succeeding in emptying out all of his air in one blow. Silas Dark trembles, coughing and bending over. Sam delights in this and kicks him in the side, knocking Silas to the ground. Silas Dark lands heavily and bracing himself with hands spread so as not to land on his face.

 

Silas Dark tries to pull himself up, but he is in range of Sam Hell’s toes and he uses them expertly to kick him from behind, the top half of his foot splattering Silas’s nuts against his hardened abs.

 

“aaaaaAAAAAAAAArrrgh!” Silas hollers grabbing his wounded balls and turning onto his side.

 

Above the fallen teen, Sam Hell can hardly believe that he has done it. The shock on his face, and the laughter on his lips at the blessed groans coming from down below are music to his ears.

 

The fallen teen is in a bad way, his dark hair covering his grey eyes as he looks cross-eyed at his nose. In his fist, his balls pound from the abusive strikes and the recently pulled out prongs. Silas Dark knows that his nuts are purple, and heavily bruised. Bill fucked him up with that shot, and he has not been able to recover since.

 

“You know, as the silencer…weren’t you supposed to silence me?” Sam Hell says, his voice dripping with cockiness.

 

“F…fuck…y…ou…no…fuck…me…” Silas Dark groans.

 

“That’s right!” Sam Hell cackles, grabbing his middle. “I’m top dog, now!”

 

Jackson starts coming round, and his eyes narrow in his mask. He comes up behind Sam Hell, ready to deliver the uppercut that he failed earlier as he watches the demon punk mock the leader of his gang. It makes his blood boil, and he clenches his fist harder than usual as he brings it all the way back his muscles tense and poised. Then just as he is swinging up he tells Sal Hell, “Devil’s should watch their mouth, they might get forked!” Jackson’s arm slams hard into the soft bulge between Sam Hell’s thighs and he feels the slight tug, and resistance of the genitals before they cave in as his wild swing nails them up and into his pelvis.

 

Sam Hell is left speechless, eyes wide and blinking as Jackson’s uppercut strikes deep into his pouch in his briefs. His devil coins were hanging hot and heavy from his run earlier and are now plastered against his stomach. Sam Hell moans, a deep pressured sound which emanates from within his chest and involuntarily comes out of his mouth. Sam Hell keens, and goes to bend over but Jackson is far from finished.

 

Jackson’s wide spread legs, bent and poised launch up with Sam Hell caught in the upswing of his swinging uppercut. Sam Hell yells “My coiiiiiiins!” as Jackson barrels him up into the air, his legs spread out and back.

 

Blinking Sam Hell’s nuts pulse against the rigid muscled bicep and he can do nothing but try and withstand the building tension between his middle as Jackson bounces him up and down a few times before dropping him right onto his kneeled knee. Sam Hell crashes, his whole body slamming into Jackson’s thigh and it’s as if the air has been punched out of both balls. Sam Hell’s devil coins flatten with a large, long squelch as he appears as if drunk swaying on the business end of Jackson’s kneecap. Not an inch of give as his balls splattered against the thief’s bony knee.  

 

Sam Hell, the glory of his victory falls as well as he does as he crashes next to Silas Dark screaming “Nooooooooooo! My devil….coins, you fucker!”

 

Jackson watches him coldly as he rolls around, not staying still. Silas Dark smiles for a moment, so briefly but rolls to his other side trying to figure out how to deal with his own intense pain in his manhood.

 

Jayden is still, and not moving but his dark eyes are on Jackson as awareness slowly starts to come back to him, and he reaches down pulling back his shorts to tuck both hands inside his underwear to cup his bare, sore, and stinging nuts.

 

Jackson is not much better, but he is standing and for that he is grateful enough. He pulls out some rope from a pouch on his belt and moves over to Sam Hell.

 

“I think it’s time, that we finished you ‘Devilboy,’” Jackson explains, tying one hand in a loop, and following the other. Jackson goes to twist another loop, before hog tying him but Sam Hell swings his double knotted fists into Jackson’s face. Jackson’s head snaps back on impact, and staggers before dropping onto his ass, cupping on cheek.

 

Sam Hell lurches up to sitting spitting out, “No one…finishes me!”

 

The Devilboy is weakened, but he refuses to surrender as he starts to climb up Silas Dark reaches around his neck putting him in a chokehold screaming at Jackson, “Take him now!”

 

Jackson shakes his head, seeing the two titans wrestling, but Sam Hell’s thighs are open, and his bulge is visible and he comes to standing and grabs the Devilboy’s ankles opening him wider and staring down at the delicious lump between them.

 

Sam Hell is raging, yanking at Silas Dark’s arm as it tries to crush his windpipe but his red eyes never leave Jackson’s as he tells him “You…will not—hit!”

 

But it’s too late, Jackson’s foot is falling, the descended boot ready to smash the resistance from him and Sam Hell lurches back only succeeding in opening himself up more.

 

Jackson’s foot is about to strike the ending blow but Jayden Gomez slams into him knocking Jackson forward so that he stumbles his boot landing just so between Sam Hell’s thighs and he topples into Silas Dark and the two land in a heap.

 

Sam Hell takes one full breath, he is on his back, his lungs taking in grateful gulps of air as a hand shoots forward reaching for his own but pauses hesitantly and when he blinks and his eyes come into focus he sees Jayden standing before him. Jayden Gomez, the fourteen year old that he has terrorized for months is giving him a chance right here, and right now. Jayden nods at the extension of his palm, and Sam Hell not even realizing that he is doing so grabs his hand with both of his own. Jayden drags him to his feet and the two stand huffing and puffing and he clears his throat.

 

“I came to help.”

 

The Devilboy nods, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him in close so that he can breathe his answer into his ear.

 

“You won’t regret this, Gomez.”

 

Jayden unsure what to say, claps him back on the back. “Let’s end this.”

 

Sam Hell grins, his devil gaze blazing once more as the two turn together fists at the ready as Silas Dark and Jackson come to standing as well.

 

“This is my house,” Sam Hell says. “You are not welcome here.”

 

“Or my town,” Jayden Gomez adds, his arms crossing over his chest. “Now you will both suffer the consequences and you better believe it when I tell you, your about to get a can of kickass that you weren’t ready for. Your balls are going to be black and blue when we are done with you.”

 

Sam Hell smirks and is about to go into another speech when Silas Dark steps forward, “You are allying with the wrestler that beat you. The wrestler that stole your title. You are picking him as your ally? He’s a marked man, and I have yet to deliver a special package to an employer. I am going to give you one last chance Samuel Hell,” Silas Dark takes another step towards Sam Hell his grey eyes boring into Sam’s, completely resistant to the evil death look that he is shooting at him. “You can pay your fee for turning on me, and of course the boy upstairs will suffer…but it will work towards you coming back into the fold…with me.”

 

The smile never leaves Sam Hell’s face as he tells Silas Dark “You can take that offer, and shove it up your ugly hairy asshole, you rotten piece of shit bastard!”

 

“Then this is what you get,” Silas Dark says coldly.  A light appears in the darkened room, and it’s a video feed shooting out of a hidden projector of Bill bound and gagged, upstairs the stun gun poised between his legs…ready to fire.

 

“You have…ten minutes to beat us or that gun will go off and your little friend will feel the repercussions of tazing my testicles, with his own. Unlike me…he will take the full blast to his bare scrotum. I turned it up all the way…will he even have balls after? Only one way to find out.”

 

A 10:00 minute timer appears on the wall in red, as Silas Dark raises his chin.

 

“Now, we end them.” Silas Dark rushes forward at the same time as everyone else.

 

The countdown has begun and Bill on the screen seeing the lit up camera moves and twists in his binds, but his is going nowhere. His nuts rest fully in the hands of Sam Hell and Jayden Gomez.

 

Bill tries to scream out, ‘Save me!’ but the muffled scream is undistinguishable and lost as his sky eyes fall on the little red light. He can see the countdown too, and his eyes swim staring at the camera hoping against all odds that someone will get him out of this mess.

 

 

To be concluded.