Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Flies.

(01) Devil's Cake

Simon looked around the corner, and, with no one in sight, felt content to proceed inside the house. The door was usually wide open when Ralph was home, but today he was taking care of his sick mother.

He went upstairs to the kitchen to retrieve Roger's things when he heard the door close.

'Just my imagination,' he thought as he put the parcel and envelopes in his knapsack.

"Yo, Simon," Jack called out, "you thirsty?"

"Yea," Simon replied. "Lemonade would do me good."

The minute Simon stepped out, Jack slipped a colourless, odourless drug in his glass. He smiled at the thought that Simon will be his tonight. With Roger at work and Ralph out of town, this will be it. He didn't care that Simon and Roger are lovers; all he wanted was to have him, whether he liked it or not.

Just then Simon came back in and grabbed his glass of lemonade.

"What's with that look on your face?" he asked as Jack quickly looked away.

"Nothing, really." He walked out.

Simon took three sips when he felt his head spin. He sat down on a stool nearby and rested his head on the counter.

"Um, Jack could you call Roger for me?" Simon asked. "I don't feel too well. Ask him to come pick me up." Then everything went black.

x-x-x

He woke up to find himself in the guestroom, his back on the bed while Jack was rubbing his inner thigh. He jolted up, realizing that he was only in his boxers, and it was already night time.

"What's going on?" Simon asked timidly.

Jack smiled. "We're gonna have tons of fun."

"No! You can't! Roger will be mad and you'll break Ralph's heart. It's not cool Jack." He managed to get up before the other grabbed his wrists and squeezed them hard.

"You're not going anywhere," he threatened. "Besides, the others won't know." He slammed him down on the bed and sat on top of him. "Promise not to tell anybody, especially Roger and Ralph," he warned.

"Shut-up! I'll tell 'em soon enough, starting with Roger-"

Jack slapped him across the face. "You won't!"

"Jack please! Don't do it! I'm begging you please don't!" He tried to push him away but his weight was too much for him.

"Relax and forget everything..."

"No!"

Jack slapped him harder this time. "You think you can stop me?!" He slapped him again. "Can you?! Huh?!"

Simon now remained helpless beneath his deadly dominator. He got kissed on the lips but refused to return the favour. Jack punched him hard in the stomach and grabbed his groin. Simon screamed in agony.

"I'm gonna hurt you Simon," he sneered. "You wanna feel pain?"

"Jack please stop," Simon sobbed. "I don't want this."

Once again, he felt another hot kiss purge his soft lips. A hand travelled down his chest and poked his navel. He really felt like crying, but he couldn't. He wanted Roger so bad right now, but the more Jack consumed him the farther Roger would go in his mind. He had no other choice but to give in, for now.

He slipped his tongue in Jack's mouth, allowing it to dance with the other's. His hips bucked up and Jack was caught in a trance.

"Simon..." Jack moaned. "I'm not finished with you yet."

"You feel good," Simon said. "You're getting wet."

Jack nibbled Simon's earlobe, then he slowly travelled to his neck and sucked softly at first, then harder.

Simon couldn't help it. He let his index finger travel down Jack's spine to his boxers. He let his hand go inside them and slid his middle finger inside Jack.

"Oh Simon..." Jack moaned. "Give me more...oh yeah... just like that."

Simon smiled and continued to ride him while kissing him hard. He didn't realize that Jack slipped off his boxers completely and pulled at his. Simon paused his little game.

"Go ahead," he said. "Pull it off."

Jack obeyed and rolled Simon on his stomach. He rubbed his back and massaged his butt. "You're really gonna love this," he whispered in his ear.

Simon squeezed the pillows beneath his hands. He can't believe he was doing this. For some reason he was really starting to like it. He didn't stop Jack when he kissed his spine, sucked his dick and toes while giving him little hickeys. He moaned very softly at the feel of every slight touch, sending repeated impulses in his nerves.

"Mmm..." he moaned, "feels good."

Jack smiled. "Turn around," he commanded. Simon obeyed and looked into his eyes. Jack leaned in and licked Simon's lips, forcing them to open. He slipped his tongue inside and played with his while massaging his dick with his left hand.

Simon moaned in his mouth. He wrapped his arms around Jack and pulled him very close, making their hot, sweaty bodies touch.

Jack rode Simon harder now, causing his moans to fill half of the room.

"Oh yea...yes... Jack! Oh god! Baby don't stop!"

And he didn't. He let his hand move faster and squeeze harder. Finally, Simon came all over Jack's hand and the sheets beneath them. Jack rubbed his hand through his hair and stared at him.

"Liked it?"

Simon quickly shook his head. "I loved it," he managed to say. Though he was out of breath, Jack sat on top of him and slowly slid towards his face.

"It's my turn now," he said. "Open up!"

Simon willingly opened his mouth wide as Jack slid his hard dick inside it.

'Damn...' he thought, 'this is crazy! I wonder where Roger is right now...'

"Stop thinking," Jack said, interrupting his thoughts. The redhead started to move and grind up and down, slightly gagging and smothering his slave. He didn't really care what happened, as long as he got what he wanted it would be perfect.

As for Simon, things were getting out of hand that it was starting to scare him. He tried to stop Jack from moving, but his hands were slammed on the bed, locked in Jack's tight grip. He tried to kick his attacker, but his legs were locked by Jack's calves. There was no escape; he was bound to be trapped like this forever. All he did was close his eyes and taste the hard stick inside his mouth, despite how deep it was.

Suddenly, Jack stopped and pulled out. He waited for Simon to respond, but his slave just lay there and coughed. He slid down his back and entered his anus while pushing Simon's hands on the bed.

Simon jolted up in shock from the sudden penetration. It was piercing, like a butcher knife. "Jack...stop. You're hurting me." His eyes were welling up with tears. Jack didn't seem to hear him.

"Jack, I'm begging you... Please stop." Unfortunately Jack had lost control; he was in heaven while Simon was trapped in hell.

"Ow! OW! YOU'RE HURTING ME!" Simon struggled in a frenzy when Jack slapped him.

"Shut-up and stop crying like a baby," he growled. Simon sniffled, trying to hold the sobs back.

"But you're killing me!" he cried. Jack looked at him.

"Then that's too bad," he said with a low voice. He pushed harder and faster, causing Simon more pain. The more Simon cried the more pain Jack caused. As the rest of the night went by, the younger boy blacked out.

x-x-x

Simon woke up in a pool of blood. He tried to sit up, but his head spun. He didn't have his clothes on, and, when he looked beside him, Jack wasn't there.

He sat up and reached for the phone on the night table near by. He picked up the reciever and dialed his boss's number.

"Hey, Mr. Katchen, it's me. I'm not feeling too well so I might not be coming in today... Can you let Sam or Eric Levington take my place today?... I'll be good with that, thanks."

Just as he hung up, a bunch of clothes were tossed on the bed. He looked up to see Jack standing in the doorway.

"Get dressed," he said bluntly. "Roger's gonna get you."

"I need to take a shower first," Simon said. "I feel a bit grimy from last night."

Jack smirked. The sudden smile made Simon shudder with fear.

"I'm serious!" he protested. "There's no way it's gonna happen again."

"Relax, boo. Everything will be fine, I promise." Jack walked up to him and sat down, stroking his leg.

Simon shivered in response, although his body was moving against his will. He quickly got up and walked into the bathroom across the hall.

As he stepped in the shower he turned the cold water. He was feeling hurt and empty inside. He didn't want to break Roger's heart, neither did he want his friendship with Ralph to be destroyed. He wondered why Jack had initiated the sex in the first place. Was it because Ralph was out of town, that it drove him to feel sex deprived? Was he jealous of Roger? Or was Simon too easy to use?

The repeated questions made him cry. He fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands while the cold water beat on his back. Then there was a knock at the door.

"Simon! Roger's on his way right now. What's taking you so long?"

He made no reply. Jack sighed and walked in. Simon looked up from his position.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked.

"You hurt me!" Simon shouted. "I feel so guilty. It's all your fault!"

Jack stood there speechless.

"How could you?!" Simon went on. "I feel like a whore thanks to you!"

"Shut-up," Jack sneered. "Just hurry up and get dressed. I don't have all day." He turned to walk away when Simon called him back.

"Wait!"

Jack stopped and turned around. "What do you want?"

"You." Jack was shocked at what he heard, but he fought the temptation.

"I can't. Not now." He walked out and left Simon in tears.