The Juvenile Hall Thief: A Thieves End written by Jimmy

 

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: A Thieves End

 

 

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Up until this moment Sam Hell was going on instinct, and fighting for his home and his new family. But now, a video is in place and his younger foster brother is in jeopardy it is like a switch has been flipped inside of him, and the true Devilboy comes out and the raw rage shoots out of him like a fountain. Sam Hell screams, the sound of a predator as he charges forward shoving Jackson the thief so hard that he stumbles back into the wall. Jayden is a blur flying after him, capitalizing on the older teens down defenses but Sam sees, nor care nothing for him. He only had one target, the reason that all of this is happening: Silas Black, the silencer.

“I see I have awoken you, devilboy. Now show me why I called you that!”

Sam Hell slams into Silas Dark who slides across the floor, but meets him not backing down, unafraid of the fiendish glowing red eyes that blaze like a reignited bonfires the heat coming off of Sam as he grapples Silas, his teeth are bared and he grunts with raw fury.

Silas Dark laughs with Sam Hell’s efforts, as the two shift and shove at each other until Sam Hell tired of the smug look on Dark’s face, and his steel grey eyes laughing grabs the back of his head and slams his cranium into his nose hearing the laughter end is exactly what he needed to clear his restless raging mind and focus in on the targets between his legs. A knee flies up like a rocket, Sam’s thigh blasts into Silas’s spread legs and hears the telltale crunch of Silas’s manhood as he hammers the blow deep within the cavity between his opponents legs.

Barely recovering from the head butt, Silas Dark finds his nads assaulted and the knee practically takes him up and off the ground, his tippy toes barely staying connected. Silas Dark exhales and stumbles to the wall reaching down to protect his manhood, but he is still too slow and he watches in horror as Sam Hell’s leg flies up punting him between the fork in his leg nailing his balls into his pelvis with a wet ugly SPLAT! That threatens that forms of his oval eggs as they are instantly warped and crushed into his ass cheeks.

A hollering, echoing scream bounces around the room and Sam Hell smiles as he twists his foot and slams it flat against the wall with Silas Dark’s nuts firmly sandwiched between. The scream ends and Silas is trying to push Sam’s foot out of his crotch, all the while Sam is pressing and digging his toes so violently into Silas’s nutbag that he can feel Silas’s nuts going squishier and flatter than usual. Sam does not stop the assault as he yanks Silas’s arms away and pulls his foot out and back and much to Silas Darks dismay floors him again with another Earth shattering kick that punts his nuts all the way back, the ball cords stretched to their very limits before he falls prone to his knees screaming bloody murder.

“You fucked with my little brother, and I will end you now. Welcome to my home, the Hell House!”

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. 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock… written by Jimmy

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief: Knock, knock…

 

by Jimmy

 

 

Getting closer to Sam Hells street Silas Dark sniffs the cool night air, freedom tastes so sweet even among the scattering of nearby cookouts in the early summer heat. Silas Dark amuses himself with images of Sam Hell in front of him pleading with his ugly red eyes when he spots a shifting running individual. He’s shirtless and running proudly, sweat above his brow but Silas would know that frown from anywhere: it’s the Devilboy himself. 

 

“Keep going,” Silas snarls to the thief. “I want to get there before he returns and give him a tasteful surprise when he gets there. A little… housewarming gift.”

 

“Anything you say, but I want to hurt the brat.”

 

“That you will thief that you will.”

 

Cruising along a nearby street, the thief pulls along until they fall under the shadow of a large pine and cuts the engine. The car takes a moment to cool off, the engine still buzzing. 

 

“Now let’s go.” 

 

Doors open and shut, and the pair walk side by side. Silas Dark wears a mask, like the thief but he made sure to put in his contacts. His eyes are pitch black like midnight and he wants this to be the last image that Sam Hell sees before he destroys him, making him kneel in front of him. 

 

“Back door,” Silas Dark tells the thief. “They will be under the mat, my contact has informed me.”

 

“Perfect, I’ll kill the power…like before.”

The Juvenile Hall Thief written by Jimmy

 

The Juvenile Hall Thief

 

by Jimmy

 

The thief was watchful. 

 

In the bowels of the night, his keen eyes roam the halls of the facility windows and doors watching and learning the layout of the land and more importantly how to break-out a certain inmate. 

 

His name is Silas Dark. 

 

The thief is clever and bides his time. Several weeks have passed since Silas Dark was first brought to Bartlet Juvenile Hall and in that very short time Silas Dark has made a reputation of himself. No one crosses him. Silas Dark’s edgy demeanor, and quiet watchfulness was pegged for shyness. A mistake that Cliff still regrets to this very day. Ever since Cliff staged an attack on Silas Dark during his first night in the institution he has been made out to be the plaything of Silas’s.

 

Everyday a new torture awaits him, and this night is no different as Cliff steaks down the hall naked as the day he was born with words written along his back: Fresh Meat! The words were written like a tramp stamp above his ass, the cursive writing just dipping into the globes of his hairy ass. 

 

Silas Dark awaits his thief, he knows that he has failed him and will come to redeem himself. And he sits quietly on his bed, hands tucked behind his head as awaits his arrival. 

 

The thief does not disappoint.

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.