Jeff's Pet

Jeff looked around the night club with wide eyes. He had been very few regular clubs and absolutely no gay ones, so this was a pretty new experience from him. "There are dudes everywhere," he said to Hunter in amazement.

Hunter rolled his eyes. "Of course there are dumbass. This is a gay nightclub. Men are the name of the game here."

"But what if they want to play Tic Tac Toe?" Jeff asked. Hunter had said the word "game" which put that idea in Jeff's head.

Hunter just confused now. "What?"

"What?" Jeff repeated.

"Don't do that?"

"Do what?"

"That!"

Jeff frowned, although on the inside, he was smiling. Hunter sounded irritated, which was the way Jeff loved him most. "I don't have any idea what you are talking about Mr. Helmsley," he said in his most serious voice. "I think you need serious therapy to deal with the issues you are trying to convey to me here tonight."

Hunter smacked him on the side of the head. "Boy, if you do not knock that shit off right now, I'll fucking really give you something to cry about. You got that?"

Jeff whined and kicked Hunter in the shins before running off and losing his big nosed guardian among the sea of people. There were a lot of pets here but Jeff didn't know which one to choose. "Too big…too big…too fat…too skinny," he muttered to himself as he looked at all the people. "Too pale…too greasy…ew he has man boobies…too--jackpot!"

The pet he wanted was sitting alone at the bar, looking just as wide eyed and innocent as can be. There was a very good chance he was underage and had snuck in here with a fake ID or something like that. Jeff walked right over to the bar and sat down right next to his future pet. "Hello," he said happily.

The boy looked startled by suddenly being talked to. "Uh…hi," he said nervously.

"I'm Jeff. What's your name?"

"Evan."

"Evan who?"

"Evan Bourne."

Jeff's eyes widened. "You know what? I saw this movie about a guy named Jason Bourne, and he had no memory but he could kick everyone's ass, so it was okay. Do you know him?"

Evan shook his head slowly. "I think he's just a fictional character."

"Oh." Well that was disappointing. But Jeff was not about to let that get him down for too long. "So are you here with someone Evan?"

"My friends," Evan replied. He looked around the club. "They just…uh…they should be back soon…I hope."

Jeff grinned. This was too perfect. "You want to dance with me Evy?"

Evan looked a little apprehensive about accepting that request. "I should really stay here," he said as he shook his head. "My friends might not find me if I move from here."

"Oh come on," Jeff begged. He took Evan by the hand and made his best puppy dog face. "I'm a really good dancer. It'll be fun, I promise."

Evan looked around again before finally caving. "Okay," he agreed. "One dance."

Jeff chuckled to himself as he led Evan out to the dance floor. The little lamb had no idea what it just agreed to. One dance? Jut one little measly dance? No, Jeff never settled for less than the whole kit and kaboodle (he had no idea what a kaboodle was, but Matt said that expression once and the word made him giggle).

One dance turned into another one and then that other one turned into even more dances. Evan relaxed the point that he was leaning back against Jeff completely, and he was grinding up against the older man in a way that was somehow innocent and slutty at the same time. Jeff got so into the dancing that he completely forgot about why he had come to the club in the first place until his stomach began to growl. Then he remembered that Hunter hadn't fed him dinner yet because they had come to the club so he could find a guy to rape. "Let's go get somewhere and get something to eat," he suggested.

Evan grinned. "Okay. I'll just text my--"

"Honey, your friends have obviously abandoned you. Why should you text them and tell them where you're going? They didn't show you that same courtesy."

"Yeah, but--"

"Come on, I'll have you back here before they even know you're gone. You can trust me."

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"He trusted you?" Hunter said in disbelief. "You told him he can trust you and he did it?"

Jeff nodded. He and Hunter were back home and Evan was naked, gagged and chained up on his bed. "Yup. I'm charming like that."

Hunter shook his head. "I think you got a mentally retarded one," he muttered.

Jeff slapped the blonde on the shoulder. "Hey! Be nice! Evan is not mentally retarded. He's my special pet."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say," Hunter said as he rolled his eyes. He turned around to leave, only to get stopped by Jeff. "What? What now?"

"Make me a sandwich."

"No."

"Why?" Jeff whined.

"Because someone else will be home soon to make it for you," Hunter replied. He yanked himself free from Jeff's grip and stormed out.

"Asshole," Jeff growled. He grabbed his knife and got on the bed with Evan. "Can you believe him Evy? He's so mean to me! He's never really liked me. Bastard. I don't know why I put up with him."

Evan stared at him with wide, tearful eyes. He tried to say something, but it was muffled by the gag. Jeff huffed angrily and sliced Evan on the chest with his knife. That earned him a muffled scream of pain, which was music to his ears. He did it again, and this time the scream of pain made his cock twitch. Evan screamed prettier than a lot of the girls Jeff had killed before. "Come here stupid gag," Jeff ordered as he took the gag out. "You're blocking the music."

"Stop please!" Evan begged. "Please, I won't tell anyone! Just let me go!"

Jeff just laughed and kept making cuts all over Evan's body. Evan kept screaming and Jeff kept laughing and getting harder and harder until he couldn't take it anymore. He unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down just enough to free his cock. "Are you a virgin Evy?" he asked as he positioned himself at Evan's asshole. "I've never had a boy virgin before and now I really want you to be one."

Evan gulped. "Please please don't oh God--"

Jeff rolled his eyes and went ahead and thrusted into Evan's body. He only got halfway in before he had to stop. "Oh yeah, you're a virgin," he said as Evan let out a terrible scream. Evan's tight heat was literally suffocating his dick. "Oh boy, you are definitely a virgin." He took a deep breath and thrusted the rest of the way in, literally having to stop again to make sure he didn't come right then and there. Being inside of Evan was intoxicating, and he felt his control starting to slip. He began to fuck Evan for all he was worth, getting more and more instigated by the screams that were coming out of the boy. He began biting at Evan's body, his vision becoming red and then the next thing he knew, the hand holding the knife began to move and that was when he stopped remembering everything clearly.

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Stephanie came home to find Hunter sitting on the chair. "Where's Jeff?" she asked as she took off her jacket.

"His room," Hunter replied. "You need to make him a sandwich."

She frowned. "Why didn't you make him one?"

"I ain't his bitch."

Groaning under her breath, she smacked Hunter before going upstairs to Jeff's room. "Jeff?" she said as she opened his bedroom door. "Honey are you--oh boy."

Jeff was asleep on the body of a teenaged boy, his pants down his ankles and the body was completely naked. Both him and the body were covered in blood, and it looked like he must have stabbed the dead boy at least a couple dozen times.

"Honey?" Stephanie said again. She gently shook Jeff's shoulder. "Wake up Jeffey. It's time to get up."

Jeff opened his eyes and stared at her sadly. "I killed Evan. My pet dead now."

"Yeah, I see that," she said with a nod. "You want some food to make you feel better?"

"Peanut butter and jelly sandwich?"

"Yup."

"No crusts?"

"No crusts."

"With Dr. Pepper?"

"I've got an entire twenty four pack of Dr. Pepper just for you."

Jeff smiled. "Okay. I'm not sad now."

Stephanie grinned. He was always so easy to please. It was a shame Hunter couldn't see that.