Chapter 4: 'Have you been wicked Jack?'

This one is Pure Yaoi

It had been a tiring day. Jack ascended the stairs to the bedroom, yawning as he did so. He hadn't seen Death all day and was currently feeling rather abandoned. He sighed as he opened the bedroom door... and his jaw dropped.

'Hello, Jack.'

Standing in front of him, wearing a black leather jock strap and harness and carrying a riding crop... was Death.

Jack staggered backwards and fell into a chair. 'Whoa!' he said, unable to say anything else. 'Impressed I take it?' Death said smiling. Jack nodded.

'Are you sitting comfortably?' Death asked sweetly. 'Yeah,' Jack said. 'BAD!' Death shouted, 'Get on the bed, on your hands and knees.' Jack quickly complied. 'Strip,' Death commanded. Jack did so. His already erect, eight inch penis jumped out of his underwear. 'It looks like someone's enjoying himself,' Death taunted, sliding his fingers along Jack's hard length, 'And we've only just begun.'

'Have you been a naughty boy Jack?' Death said trailing the riding crop down Jack's spine. Jack moaned. 'I asked you a question,' Death said, slapping Jack hard with the riding crop. Jack groaned as the exquisite pain rushed down his back. 'Have you been wicked, Jack?' Death asked again. 'Yes,' Jack gasped. 'I thought so,' Death said. He hit Jack again who groaned harder.

'Do you know what happens to bad boys, Jack?' Death said walking around Jack. Jack looked up at Death. 'What happens?' he asked. SMACK! 'What happens SIR,' Death snapped. 'Sorry sir,' Jack said hurriedly. 'That's better,' Death said. He tilted Jack's head up with the tip of the crop to face him. 'The answer to the question... is that naughty little boys who misbehave... must be punished.'

Death grinned. A trickle of blood ran down his teeth as it always did when he was enjoying himself. Jack reached for his hard cock and received a sharp slap on his ass with the riding crop. 'Did I say you were allowed to touch yourself Jack?' asked Death evilly. 'No sir,' Jack said his voice quivering with longing. 'That's right, I didn't. Such a naughty boy,' Death tutted. He shook his head. 'It looks like you need to be taught a little lesson.'

Death reached under the bed and pulled out a length of chains. Jack whimpered at the sight of them. Death snapped his fingers and Jack's wrists were bound to the headboard and his ankles to the footboard. 'No,' Jack whimpered. 'Quiet,' snapped Death, smacking Jack with the riding crop again. Death grinned wider, a second trickle of blood joining the first. Death's blue eyes began to turn black with lust.

Death trailed his tongue over Jack's left ear who shuddered with pleasure. 'Please sir,' Jack begged 'Fuck me.' 'Don't tell me what to do Frost,' Death said hitting Jack with the riding crop, 'Such a little slut of you to beg though.' At this point, one could be forgiven for thinking that Death's mouth was bleeding as a single drop of blood-stained saliva dripped out of his mouth and fell onto Jack's back.

Death's fingers twitched. He trailed one of the digits down Jack's spine who shuddered. Death paused at Jack's hole. Death snapped his fingers and a bottle of lube appeared in his hands. A drop of lube was squeezed into his hand and he rubbed it onto his skin. He trailed his finger gently over Jack's hole... and then pressed it in.

'Oh god, oh shit, OH FUCK!' Jack shrieked. Death added a second finger and Jack's breath became sharp and then ragged as Death made scissoring motions with his fingers, prising him slowly, almost lovingly apart. Jack gasped as the third finger was added. He was being stretched. It was painful but oh so wonderful.

'Shall we add another, Jack?' Death asked. 'OH GOD YES!' Jack yelled. Death added finger AND thumb. Jack almost went over the edge. Death brushed Jack's sensitive area. 'Are you gonna cum?' Death asked. 'Yes sir,' Jack moaned. 'Tough luck!' He snapped and pulled all five of his digits out.

Jack groaned at the emptiness and the sensation of being denied his orgasm almost caused him to cry, but suddenly something wet, slimy and warm was touched to his anus. 'Death, are you rimming me?' Jack gasped. 'Silence while I'm playing with you,' Death said, 'And I told you to call me sir.' Death's tongue flicked across Jack's hole. Jack breathed in sharply through his teeth. Death was really good at this.

Death's tongue circled around Jack's tight hole... then pressed in. Jack screamed in pleasure. In all of his long life he had never before known pleasure this intense. Death's warm, moist tongue trailed over Jack's internal velvet. Death's now black eyes gleamed with lust. His pure white teeth brushed against Jack's pucker. Jack bit his lip in an attempt to prevent himself screaming out loud again.

Death pulled his tongue out. He then twisted around Jack's body like a snake and came face to face with his lover. He kissed Jack intensely on the lips. He then moved up so that his crotch was level with Jack's mouth. Death snapped his fingers and his jock strap dissolved. Death's cock was twelve inches long. 'Holy fuck,' Jack gasped in amazement.

Jack opened his lips and pressed his mouth down onto the head of Death's penis. This time, it was Death's turn to gasp in ecstasy. 'Oh yes,' Death said. While Jack's gasps had been ragged and laboured, Death's gasps were deep and controlled, reflecting his personality; he was always calm. Blood trickled down Death's teeth. His pleasure was now intense. Blood was running down his neck from his jaws. His eyes were flashing.

Jack's head bobbed up and down, faster and faster on Death's cock. Pre-cum was trickling onto Jack's tongue, whether sweet or salty, he couldn't tell which, but by god it was tasty. He sucked hard. Death groaned with satisfaction. He could feel his pleasure reaching its maximum, but he knew he had to stop because he hadn't performed the greatest act of sexual intercourse.

With all the will-power he possessed, he pulled Jack's head off of his cock. Jack looked up, shocked and disappointed. 'What did you do that for?' he asked. Death pulled Jack's face close and whispered in his ear. 'We haven't reached the best part yet.' Death smiled and kissed his lover. He circled around Jack and positioned himself. 'Ready Jack?' Death asked, his voice quivering with excitement. 'Oh god yes,' Jack said.

There was a brief moment and then... Death's heated cock entered Jack's ice-cold entrance. Both boys screamed in ecstasy. As Death pressed in further and and further, wild half-formed thoughts raced through Jack's coition dazed mind. Pleasure and bliss were the only emotions the two felt. At last, Death reached the hilt. Then he grabbed Jack's cock and began to pump it hard. Jack had never before been this... well, there wasn't a word to describe it. It was simply and utterly complete bliss.

'Come on, COME ON!' Death yelled as he began to pound Jack hard. For the third time, the strange feeling that preceded orgasm was rising in Jack's gut. His breath rate increased. Death was starting the shake as his orgasm approached. 'I'm gonna cum, I'M GONNA CUM!' Death yelled. 'Oh god, OH GOD, OH FUCK!' Jack shrieked. Their bodies tensed up. Their muscles went into spasm.

They both screamed at the same time. Streams of ice white semen flew forth from Jack's cock. At the same time, Death released into Jack, his hot seed filling Jack's interior. Death collapsed onto Jack's back then rolled off. After a moment, Death lit a cigar. 'I thought you didn't approve of smoking,' Jack said. 'After sex is different,' Death said 'It doesn't change the fact that smoking is still a disgusting habit.'

He took a single puff, crushed the cigar and threw the remnants out of the window. Both Jack and Death lay in silence on the bed. Death's eyes resumed their normal colour of blue. 'I love you Jack,' Death said, 'And it isn't just the post-coitial bliss talking, I actually mean it.' 'Really?' Jack asked, 'I love you too.' They held each others hands and fell asleep almost immediately.

While down in the hourglass room, sand began to twist and writhe. A new hourglass was being formed.

Mammy sat on the chair in the drawing room reading a book. She smiled to herself. 'Shounds like they had shome fun,' she said glancing at the ceiling.

If any of you ever have seks, try to do it on the quiet... oh and try to use contraception... which we didn't have in my day which explains why I shtuck with these ejits. Goodnight.