Feeling pretty pleased with the outcome of his weekend surjon to 'the big city', Kal laughed looking up at the stars only he could see through the bright lights and decided to run back to Smallville.

Arriving back, the small town could mistakenly be thought deserted. It was so quiet after the bustle of Metropolis. It was just as well as he broke into the only store selling half decent clothes. He had arrived back and although he himself was unaffected, his clothes were windswept to say the least. He had to look his best for his 'beloved'. Satisfied, he was at Jason's apartment in a flash.

Retrieving the key he had hidden, he unlocked the door to find it still barred to his touch. Jason had awoken then and thought to keep him out. He would not be denied. He had managed to leave him alone for two days but enough was enough. He pushed the door hearing the lock groan then burst and the chain snap. He smiled at the attempt, stepping around the dislodged furniture that had been pushed against the door. That must have cost the man some effort and would probably have worked if his 'ardent admirer' had been human.

Closing the door behind him, pushing the sofa back for good measure, he idly looked around the place with every one of its lights blazing including the red blinking light of the answer machine, counting a total of eighteen messages. Guess he had not been in a mood to talk. He got himself a bottle of water from the near endless supply in the fridge and drinking, made his way into the bedroom to lean against the doorjamb waiting for Jason to notice him.

He appeared worn, dark circles marring his looks and even his hair seeming duller than usual as, stiffly, he pulled clothes from the dresser placing them in a duffle bag. Another already stood packed and waiting by the door. He grimaced as he bent down and Kal suspected his skin must be in full 'bloom' with his muscles being that sore.

He longed to rip off all those layers he was wearing, sweats, t-shirt, shirt, hooded top, trainers as if that would keep him safe. It was not even a barrier to his eyes. He knocked back the water letting the glass bottle clink against his teeth and watched fascinated as Jason froze, still bent over his packing and turned haunted despairing eyes in his direction, hardly daring to breathe never mind actually move.

"Hi." Kal said still leaning against the jamb as he threw the bottle to smash somewhere behind him. "Sleep well?"

Jason straightened up and just stood, already defeated, knowing it was too late. He should have just gone as soon as he awoke and sod his belongings. They were only things after all but he had not really expected 'Clark' to come back. After the state he had left him in, he had thought the man finished with him. Jason shrank in on himself.

Looking at the stripped bare mattress, the sheets no where in evidence, Kal smiled and cruelly asked "What? No crisp clean sheets for my return? Has the romance gone already?" and pushing himself off the jamb, moved slowly around the bed to the flinching figure.

Jason could give no resistance as his fleece was slowly removed followed by his shirt. He was ashamed but knew that any show of defiance would just result in more pain. He could not help but hunch up his neck though as lips were pressed against the still livid 'hickie'. The fingers at his waist, pulling up the hem of his t-shirt, were surprisingly gentle as they un-tucked it and he raised his arms as he was stripped, all the time dying a little more inside and knowing he would never be able to look at himself the same in the mirror again. It had been hard enough after he had awoken needing to know just what the bastard had done to him, the evidence garish and written on his body. His thought to call the Sheriff had been fleeting.

Standing behind him, Kal reached around to attend to the tie of the offensive sweats and gasped at the vision revealed as he divested Jason of his remaining clothes. He could see the exact position his fingers had been in, where his teeth had bitten. The man's entire lower body was covered in colourful marks, vibrant against the too pale almost lacklustre unmarked flesh.

"Lie on the bed. I want to look at you" and Kal watched fascinated as Jason slowly leant forwards and timidly crawled onto the bed to remain on all fours obviously expecting the inevitable. But he was not ready yet, although, the sight of that arse covered in the purple patterning from his fingers had Kal instantly hard. He reached out and ghosted a finger tip over the abused flesh, his prick twitching indirect response to the flinch his merest touch caused. "I know you want me," smirking "but you will just have to wait. Turn over. Show yourself to me," and he gave a gentle push.

Feeling the shame colour his cheeks, Jason slowly turned to sit, the bare mattress rough on his tenderised skin. He crawled backwards staring between his feet then laid down, his legs stretched out and would have let the tears flow if he had any left. He had sobbed so much curled up under the shower he felt he would never be able to cry again.

Kal sat next to him on the bed, twisting to look along his sides, down those legs, the closest lifted higher as if in an attempt at modesty covering his flaccid but swollen prick from view. 'Ouch,' he thought, that looked painful. He took Jason's hand in his and with an insistent press to his chest, rearranged him to be lain prone, arms loosely over his head, that knee lifted higher showing to advantage the full roundness of the hip under his view. He stood then slowly walked around the bed, his eyes covering every inch of that body before returning to sit at his side and run his finger tips caressingly over those beautiful full lips, worrying at them as pliant, Jason just lay still.

Kal spent a long time touching everywhere his eyes roamed, his hands coming finally to run up the back of that stretched thigh, circling on to the buttock, up to the knee then down the inner thigh to outline the hard sucking kiss he had placed there. He looked up into eyes that were watching his every move and smiled. Jason turned his head away causing the smile to turn cold. He withdrew and standing at the bottom of the bed instructed, "Open your legs." Then he began to undress taking his time to watch as Jason waited, trembling slightly with the tension in his thighs as, with his knees raised up, he was spread 'invitingly'.

There was a mark on the ceiling he had never noticed before. It was a dark little splodge and Jason wondered about the origin, how long it had been there and what had made it? It looked a bit like Ireland or more like a …. he did not watch as the man undressed, did not feel those eyes raking over his body. He wondered just what had caused the stain. Maybe, in the apartment above, they had had a plumbing problem at one time or maybe they had spilt a pot of coffee… he did not feel the bed move as the other began to crawl up towards him. Coffee, yes, they must have spilt coffee and it had seeped through. And the soft blowing of cool breath on his too tender prick was not having an affect on him.

Jason concentrated on that stain desperately trying to not to give a reaction of any sort. There were shoulders under his knees, hands gently cradling his buttocks, thumbs pressing along the creases of butt and leg and lips hovering close to the head of his prick with heat emanating from the open mouth. A quick lick at the head made his breath hitch as well as his hips as his body's nature betrayed him yet again. He pulled a hand down to cover his mouth, to smother the gasps he could not stop as he got conflicting messages of pain pleasure and torment from his prick.

Actually, Kal had never done this to anyone, for anyone before and was momentarily surprised when he took Jason's prick between his lips. He had just looked so lush lying there and he had been so good that he thought he owed him something. The only experience he had to draw on was in fact, the highly pleasurable blowjob the man now lain out before him had given him, and from one of the two women he had spent the previous evening with.

But he was not really concerned with giving satisfaction, he just wanted to explore, experience and in his inimitable style did not hesitate but just held the burgeoning prick by the root and engulfed the shaft, closing his lips and sucking, pulling slowly back to tug just behind the head.

Just like everything else, it was too much, too hard, too harsh and Jason's face screwed up in a grimace as he let out an agonised groan forced through clenched teeth as his hips left the bed, his feet kicking and his hands came down to push at his rapists head.

Kal let him go, kneeling back with confusion showing on his face then, as Jason curled up whimpering in pain, he realised his mistake. This time he had hurt him without intention and the only emotion he felt was a momentary anger at himself. He should be more careful lest he break him before he had finished. He moved up behind and curled around him, cradling the keening figure in his arms. He kissed at his neck, bit at his ear and jaw in an attempt to distract the man from what looked like sickening pain.

Jason just prayed he would pass out again, wanting to be sick, wanting to die. Through the red haze behind his eyelids and pain in his teeth, he felt the bastard holding him, rocking him then begin to 'nibble' him between whispered endearments. If being told, how he was going to fuck that beautiful arse over and over, how he would make him scream his orgasm into his mouth as he moved inside of him, could be termed as such.

The pain did subside after a seaming eternity and Jason stared off, trying to find another place but the fingers stroking down his face prevented him as, in his despair, he was somehow drawn to that so simple gentle action. It reminded him how even though Clark was so big and so strong he could be the gentlest most caring person he thought he knew and surely he was in there somewhere. It was that thought more than anything that hurt his soul.

What if Clark was trapped in there somewhere and not under the influence of drugs? What if he was aware of all that was going on and unable to prevent it? Were they both being used by someone or something that had taken over the boy? Was he possessed or something?

He hoped that the High School kid was not in there, was not aware of what was happening because if he was, this would be a torture to him too. He was convinced of it.

Kal felt the subtle change under his arms. Jason had stilled and his heartbeat, if not calm, was no longer a frantic cacophony and his breathing had become shallower. He drew back, leaning up on one bent arm and let his fingers caress more than a cheek. Then his hand settled on that curled hip, the colours livid but the skin still smooth, and he ran his palm over it repeatedly then circled to cup his buttock, his little finger slipping between the so warm cheeks.

And Jason found himself on his stomach once more, his legs pulled straight and apart as Kal lay full length on him, that fucking prick nestled between his buttocks, large and uncomfortable but nothing to what he expected next. His shoulder was licked, his neck kissed and he determined he would not try to fight, because he could not, but he could lie still and give no reaction. He would be a dead weight and the sadistic bastard could do what he will because, Jason Teague did not exist anymore. He had died the moment he had heard that small incongruous noise and straightened to see the body of Clark Kent leaning against the doorjamb to his bedroom.

He had had hopes of surviving before that moment, of leaving this place, of leaving Smallville and starting again somewhere new where no one he had ever met would ever find him. Back in Europe maybe, or Canada where his accent would not stand out quite so much. But now he did not even hope to leave this bed, never mind the country. Kal began to move on him.

Rocking on the still form with his prick cushioned between warm pieces of flesh was pleasant but he wanted to feel that heated tightness. But he hazarded that he aught to work himself off a bit first because his lover would not be able to last half as long as he could. His little finger had noticed how swollen and sore his arsehole was and he smiled, imagining how extra tight the enflamed passage would be. His prick twitched with impatience and he pushed himself back off that so delightful form and reached over for his pants. He had brought lube this time, a consideration he was pleased with himself for.

The former Jason Teague felt a kiss hard and wet on his buttock then a lick on his asshole forcing a startled jerk out of him no matter how dead he felt himself. A popping noise then a cold liquid was drenching his crack and fingertips began playing, pushing at his hole. The bastard was going to take him again.

Kal was fascinated, watching his fingers and only spent a fleeting moment wondering at the total lack of reaction from the recumbent figure even as he breached the bright sore opening. He knew he was still conscious, he could hear his breathing and could feel the rapid pulse against his embedded fingers. He moved up to lie beside him, watching his face as he opened his fingers wide but the only response was a widening of Jason's eyes and a hitch to his breathing. Kal was impressed, because this had to be defiance, the passive kind.

Inside Jason was screaming a mantra of, 'remember, pain has no memory, pain has no memory'. It could go on for a seeming eternity, it would linger but finally, it would wear off and, where as thinking about a time that made you happy could make you feel happy again, remembering pain was different. You remembered the pain hurting but did not feel it. His vision went dark as Kal's face was next to his, those dark eyes looking curious and it was a battle not to show any reaction as the man continued to torture his anus.

"Umm!" and Kal pulled out and slapped him on that colourful ass, smiling as Jason could not help but let out a pain startled gasp. "So you are still with me," and rolled him onto his back, swiftly moving to kneel between his legs, pulling his knees up. He knew he had hurt him physically but, just for the defiance, he wanted to wound his heart and as he pulled him onto his lap and placed his anxious cock at that waiting temptation, Kal began to talk.

"So, where were you thinking of going? All packed up? Back to Paris maybe or just to Lana's?" and he impaled himself, delighting in the agonised expression shooting across Jason's features. Yes, he thought, try not reacting to that! "Oh, yes. I know all about your sordid little affair with a school girl." And he slowly pulled back then rose up on his knees as he pushed forwards, deep into that hot tightness, Jason's whole body being pushed against the bare mattress, his hands scrabbling but failing to find purchase.

"Maybe you should move in with her and next time I come to visit you, she could join in?" another slow deep and no doubt painful thrust. "Would you like that? Watching me fuck your girlfriend? Just like this?" his hands left those hips he loved to that arse, large hands cradling the buttocks that he adored in his lust. "Or no. No. I don't think you would. You'd be jealous. But baby…." and he moved forwards in him, over him to speak his breath on those fantastic 'fuck me' lips, "I'm sorry. You can't have me all to yourself. I have needs…." The tip of his tongue running along Jason's bottom lip then up under the top one and back, his rune pendent hitting Jason's chin "…. and you don't seem to be able to satisfy them all."

Jason hated that damn necklace, remembering how he had concentrated on it the last time but it had not worked. He had been able to recount every small detail, not being able to blank anything out and guessed he would never be able to forget how even now those fingers dug into his flesh, how the whispered breath felt on his tongue wetted lips, how the darkness in Kal's eyes would consume him. He prayed the threat to Lana was without substance, just another torture for him because, if Clark was still in there somewhere, he would never allow harm to come to her. He had not known him long but he knew that, knew that Clark was consumed by Lana. He had known it every time the teenager looked at her and he had been jealous. Jason had seen it in her looks too.

Kal had shifted again, now lying on him and raised up on taut arms, hands either side of Jason's chest, putting more pressure on their hips. "I'm sorry, but I have to tell you something," looking contrite with those beautiful pain blown green eyes staring up at him, "I cheated on you." He kept up a slow but steady rhythm, not too harsh but enough to feel the friction as he twisted his hips trying for that spot inside his lover. He thought again that he should give something back. "You'd have liked him. Just your type. Tall, dark hair, a little too long maybe. Well proportioned. Muscled. Looked a lot like me actually." Another twist of the hips and Jason's breath was becoming harsher.

"Oh, he liked it rough too. Took him against the wall in a club in Metropolis. You been there yet? Guess after Paris you wouldn't be that impressed with Metropolis. Anyway, had this weird tattoo on his chest. You like tattoos don't you. Have you licked the one on Lana's back yet?" laughing at the intake of breath. "Oh, yes. I've seen it. But don't be jealous, Baby. I haven't touched it. Yet."

Where the hell was it? He was working hard to rub that spot as he wanted nothing more than to collapse down and ram into him. Maybe he had worn it away? He laughed. "Maybe I should go get him so you could lick his tattoo." There, a reaction as Jason's breath hitched as did his hips but he figured it was physical not an answer to his question. "There. You see, baby? I think of you," and hit the spot again and again, thrusting harder, staring into that face as his head threw back, his eyes beginning to roll. "Don't you fucking dare pass out on me again!"

That was all Jason wanted to do. He did not want his abused body to react to the sensations that were coursing through him every time that prick rubbed the fabled spot, but it did and his own prick throbbed so painfully as blood rushed to engorge it. And the bastard would not shut up. He knew he was just baiting him but he wished he would, 'just shut the fuck up!' Kal stilled. "What did you just say?"

And in that tone of voice, Jason saw the end. Had he spoken? He had not meant to and if he repeated the wish he would die, he did not doubt it. Maybe that would be best. Through a cracked throat he rasped, "I said, shut the fuck up, you bastard and just fuck me!" get it over with.

"I knew you were a Whore!" and Kal laughed as he shifted to do as requested. The slap shocked him. It was not as if it hurt but it was so unexpected as the hand slid down his cheek and neck pulling on the leather thong. He looked at Jason, truly looked at him.

He saw anger and a determination as Jason stated into his face, "I am not a whore!"

Obviously a sore spot Kal would have to explore at some future time but right now he had to banish that defiance. He would fuck it out of him and leaning down, he captured that glorious mouth. Once more he used his tongue to rape Jason's mouth as he moved on him, in him, no longer caring to even think of giving him pleasure as he rode him hard and fast, swallowing down the groans, moans and then screams. He thrust a hand between them supporting his weight on his other forearm and worked the man's cock determined to wring from him the orgasm that would make that slick hot tight passage convulse around him.

He pulled off that mouth staring at the saliva covered bottom lip, so full and deeply coloured and he bit it causing Jason to rise up as he pulled then let go to lick away the blood. Then he licked at the tears flowing from the man's eyes.

Then he came over Kal's pumping, manipulating hand unable to fight it any longer. Jason did not know how he would ever be able to live with the shame of cumming every time this, whatever he was, raped him. And he heard laughter as Kal rose up on straight arms once again and began to pump out all that fluid into him. "Oh, yes. You are so a Whore."

And with everything he had left, Jason slapped that face staring down at him then, spent, his hand dropped, catching that damned pendent once more and grabbing it, Jason pulled. He hated the fucking thing nearly as much as the one that wore it. A small, perhaps pathetic, triumph but one none the less as his hand fell limply to the bed, the pendent hanging over the edge. He waited for the killing blow.

Kal's eyes flashed red, his anger enflamed no doubt, but he just stilled, jerking once twice then looked confused. He looked at Jason then around him then back down at Jason, his clear grey eyes widening. He looked between their bodies to where his still pulsing cock was embedded in him and then at his discoloured flesh. Finally dragging his eyes back to Jason's, his own tearing up.

Oh, no. No. No. What the hell had he done? "Jason?" he asked in a small terrified voice.

"Cl…Clark?" a choked sob.

Clark Kent looked down again at his Coach. All the bruising, the bleeding lip, the bite marks, the dark circles under his eyes, the pain and despair in those beautiful eyes, and Clark realised that he was responsible. He had done this and another realisation. He was still doing it. He pulled out too fast, not meaning to hurt, just so scared and cried out as Jason did. He did not know what to do. He wanted to touch him to make sure he was okay but any fool, even him, could tell he was not.

He sped backwards off the bed, his hands going to his face. "Hospital. Hospital. I have to get you to a hospital. Oh, Jason. What have I done? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." And he began to cry, moving towards him to put a hand on his face but stopped as Jason flinched and was weakly trying to sit up. To get away from him.

"Hospital," and he cast around looking for his clothes and saw the black silk shirt and tailored pants. His stomach fell, they were the exact sort of garments he had worn when he was Kal-al and when he had that red kryptonite ring. His attention went back to Jason and saw the pendent swinging from his hand. He pointed a shaking finger at it. "Is that…is that mine?" It was the necklace Chloe had given him. The one with the garnet embedded in silver. She could not have known. There was no way.

Jason looked at the thing and threw it from him. It went a pathetically short distance and he hissed in pain, the gesture costing him dear. It was over. It had to be. Bar the screaming and nightmares. So Clark had been possessed? By a fucking necklace? But this was now Clark stood hovering over him, but he could not look at him. The lad came close again and he swore between clenched teeth, "Get the fuck away from me." Then trying to get up, his arms failed and he collapsed onto his side, barely conscious.

Clark was panicking. All he could think was, 'what had he done' and 'hospital'. Yes, first things first. Get Jason to a hospital. Get him help. Clothes. Get dressed. Get Jason dressed. No a blanket. Quickly he moved, dressing in seconds then searched until he found clean bedding in a cupboard and, moving to the bed, gently wrapped the abused man in a sheet. Picking him up, he cradled him against his chest but was hindered by the man trying feebly to escape still.

"I'm taking you to a hospital to get you help."

"No."

"But I have to. I've … hurt you."

"Not here. Don't want Lana…. Anyone to know," a hand flapping at his neck. "Please."

Jason was unconscious by the time he got him to the hospital in Kansas City, thinking it better than Metropolis where he had wreaked so much havoc the previous summer and there was a chance someone might get to hear of this. He babbled incoherently to the staff, just begging them to look after his friend. Yes, he would talk to the police. No, he did not know what had happened. He had just found him like this. Then as soon as he knew Jason was in good, caring hands, he was gone before the police could talk to him.

Back in Jason's bedroom, he searched, then knelt by the leather thong and very carefully picked it up ensuring his skin did not touch the pendent. He stared at it intensely but could see nothing but metal, the intriguing design and the red K. Someone had wanted him to change. There was someone else responsible for what he had done to Jason as well as himself.

Wrapping the thing up in one of Jason's t-shirts, he left the scene of his shame and determined to find out who.

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This story continues in the Supernatural/Smallville story… "A Small Town in Kansas"