iMade a Deal with the Devil

Chapter 1

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Nevel brought his hand to Freddie's face, stroking his taught jaw softly in an attempt to soothe the boy. Freddie flinched slightly before returning to his previous position. Nevel stood there for a moment collecting his thoughts before speaking.

"Just how much are you willing to sacrifice in order to secure my help in this matter?"

"Anything." His eyes shone in desperation.

A knowing smile came across Nevel's face. He walked around Freddie locking the door to his room and securing the deadbolt.

"Well then. I think we have a deal, Benson."

He walked past Freddie, once again sitting in his desk chair. Crossing his legs, he swiveled around to face the desk. Unseen by Freddie, he hit a small button on the underside of his desk before swiveling around to face him once again.

"I hope you understand exactly what you're getting yourself into."

"I do."

"But do you really?" He paused for a moment eyeing his nemesis skeptically before adding in a lower tone, "I'm giving you one last chance to get up and walk through that door. Your continued presence acknowledges the fact that this is a consensual agreement regardless of any shall we say reluctance to withhold your end of the bargain."

Freddie looked down, steeling his jaw and attempting to swallow the enormous lump that had settled in his throat. Looking up at Nevel quickly before continuing to stare at the plush carpet he nodded affirmatively.

"Not good enough, Benson. I need to hear you say it." Rising to his feet, he walked over to Freddie once again. He brought his hand to the underside of his jaw, turning his gaze upwards. "Be a good boy now. Tell me what I want to hear."

Tears began to line Freddie's eyes. He swallowed again before softly saying, "Please, Nevel. I'll do anything to get Carly away from that dy-"

Slapping him across the face, Nevel scolded him. "Enough. What have I told you about gay bashing in my home?"

Freddie's eyes shone with indignation briefly. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to keep his emotions under control he looked at Nevel.

"I'm sorry for offending you, but-"

"No. No buts. Do you want my help or not?"

"Well, yeah-"

"Alright, then you shall play by my rules. All of my rules. Understood?"

Flexing his jaw, Freddie let out a slight growl in affirmation.

"Be a good boy now and apologize."

"I'm sorry," Freddie mumbled.

"What was that?" Nevel inquired, using his fore and middle fingers to raise Freddie's chin.

"I said I'm sorry!" Freddie's eyes lit up with tears briefly before he looked away. "Look, I promised you that I'd do anything to obtain your help. And I mean it. This isn't the high point of my life here, Nevel." He returned his gaze to the light brown haired boy. "Trust me it kills me to be here on my knees begging you of all people for help. But it kills me even more to think of Carly being with Sam. I love her." His lip began to quiver, so he took a deep breath steeling himself before adding, "I love her so much that I'm willing to do anything to get her away from Sam. She belongs with me."

Nevel's hand, which had been soothing Freddie's cheek in a comforting manner, suddenly left his face. Freddie's eyes bugged out of his head as he watched Nevel undo his belt. He popped open the button on his chinos before lowering the zipper. Pushing them down his legs, he stepped out of them before picking them up off the floor and placing them over the back of his desk chair. He brought his hand to his briefs, lightly stroking his bulge before stopping once again in front of Freddie.

"W-w-what are you-" Freddie managed to stammer as he stared at the sight in front of him. His nose was a mere inch from Nevel's clothed cock.

"You are going to fellate me," Nevel began as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his briefs. "After I have cum we will discuss this little plan of yours."

Dropping his drawers, his now free cock smacked Freddie in the face. Freddie flinched and closed his mouth tightly, but did not move from his spot. Nevel sighed before placing one hand behind Freddie's head holding him in place while using the other to pinch his nose thereby cutting off his air supply. He held out for forty seconds or so before opening his mouth and gasping for air. After the second deep breath, Nevel shoved his hard cock in. Freddie grimaced at the taste of pre-cum that had hit his tongue as he attempted to pull away. Nevel's firm grip held him in place.

"There are half a dozen different cameras pointed at you right this very moment. If you bite me I'll show this tape to your mommy, Benson."

Freddie shook his head vigorously. "Pw-ees dooa," he tried to speak around Nevel's cock. Nevel thrust his cock in deeper, before pulling it out. Wiping his mouth on the back of his hand, he sputtered out of breath, "Please- please don't tell anybody about this, especially my mom."

"Well then be a good boy," he said quietly while stroking the boy's hair.

Freddie looked like a deer in headlights, his eyes wide and frozen in fear.

"If you're a good boy I promise I won't show this to anyone. Okay? Now get back to fellating me."

Freddie nodded affirmatively, taking a deep breath and releasing it shakily. Taking the shaft in his hand, he tried not to grimace too visibly as he stroked him a few times.

"Come on, Benson. I've hacked your hard drive more than once. I know what you have hidden in your 'Galaxy Wars' folder."

"I don't know what you're talking about. There's nothing but-"

Grabbing a slender remote out of his breast pocket, Nevel hit play. An image of a brunette woman clad in only a skimpy thong and stilettos covered every screen in Nevel's lair. A man entered the shot, slapping his erection against her cheek. Smiling up at him, she spit a generous amount of saliva onto his cock before swallowing him whole.

"There are plenty more of these. In this one the girl-" he began as he flipped to the next video.

"What's your point?"

"My point is that you've seen enough of these videos to know how to properly felate someone, regardless of whether you have done it before or not."

"I'm not gay," he answered indignantly.

"I never implied that you were."

"No, you just shoved your dick down my throat."

"You requested a service. My assistance comes with a price. But if you don't want my help…" he trailed off as he began to pull his briefs back up his pale legs.

Taking a deep breath and steeling his jaw, he looked at Nevel before bringing his hand to the band of his briefs. Pulling them back down the boy's slender legs, he waited for Nevel to step out of them before tossing them aside.

"Your hesitance has caused me to lose my erection."

A smirk came to Nevel's face as he took a few steps towards his desk chair. He unbuttoned his Oxford and slipped it from his shoulders, draping it over the back of the chair before pulling it out and sitting on it.

"Strip for me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Strip."

"Come on Nevel. Isn't enough that I'm-"

"I will decide what is enough. If you want my help than you will do as I say."

With shaky hands, he grasped the hem of his shirt. Whipping it over his head, he tossed it to the ground.

"Is that what your mother taught you to do with your dirty garments, Benson?"

Freddie shot him a look, but did not mutter a word as his hands found the button of his jeans. Popping them open, he grasped the zipper, pulling it down before sliding them down his muscular thighs. Left in only his boxers, he hesitated for a moment before lowering them.

"Good boy. Now come here."

Taking a deep breath, Freddie walked until he was standing in front of Nevel's chair. Nevel stood, looking deep into Freddie's eyes before dropping to his knees. His hand found Freddie's hairy sac as he toyed with each ball. He spit on his other hand before grasping the boys shaft stroking it up and down.

"Pay close attention," he said, before sucking the head of Freddie's flaccid cock into his mouth. His tongue traced the crown as his hand continued to pump his shaft. It didn't take long for Freddie to get hard.

"Mmm. That's a good boy," Nevel growled before completely engulfing Freddie's cock. It wasn't long before Nevel felt the boys balls begin to tighten.

"That's it. Cum in my mouth." He stroked him a few more times before Freddie shot his load into Nevel's mouth. Nevel continued to suck on the head of Freddie's cock, ensuring that he was ingesting every last drop of the boy's seed.

"Now….Show me what you have learned," Nevel said as he returned to his seat. Freddie's heart was still pounding in his chest as he dropped to his knees. He spit generously on his hand before grasping Nevel's cock. He stroked it a few times as he watched Nevel's face for approval.

"Good boy. Now I want to see you licking up all that precum."

Freddie's tongue found the underside of Nevel's cock as he lapped up the string of precum that had begun to ooze from Nevel's cockhead.

"Good boy. Now suck on the head a little bit."

Freddie complied, sucking the head into his mouth. Remembering what Nevel had done before him, his tongue began to trace it.

"Good. Now I want you to try and take the whole thing."

Freddie sucked the boy's cock even further into his mouth until his gag reflex kicked in. He let it slip from his mouth as he started coughing. Nevel took that opportunity to stand again. He slapped his hard cock on Freddie's cheek once again. Getting the picture, Freddie opened his mouth once again.

Glancing over at the clock Nevel noticed that he would have to hurry to avoid getting caught by his mother. Grabbing the back of Freddie's head, he started pumping. Freddie struggled to breath around the intrusion, frequently gagging.

Footsteps could be faintly heard outside of the door as Nevel began to shoot his load down Freddie's throat.

"I'm coming Mother!" Nevel yelled, pumping his hips a few more times.

On the other side of the door, Nevel's mother merely shrugged her shoulders and walked into the kitchen to start preparing breakfast.

"Get dressed," Nevel ordered.

When both boys were dressed, an awkward silence pursued. Nevel appeared deep in thought. Freddie cleared his throat softly. Coming out of his reverie, Nevel looked at the boy, before rising to his feet.

"I'm going to the kitchen to distract Mother. I want you to wait in here for 90 seconds and then exit. Give me time to think things through and then I will contact you."

Not waiting for a reply, Nevel exited. Freddie let out a deep breath, letting his anxiety show for the first time that night.

A/N: I felt this needed to be posted before a new chapter of Trainwreck. This was my first attempt at writing boy on boy. Hopefully it worked. As always, thank you for taking the time to read this and please review!