Mr. Right

I gasped as James pinned me down to the ground, his body crushing mine. His mouth was plastered against mine, and trying to force his tongue down my throat. I struggled to break free, but it was no use. James moaned out as he managed to force his tongue into my mouth, causing me to gasp out even louder.

“Get off!” I yelled into the kiss. But James did not move. He continued to swirl his tongue around mine, playing with it again and thrusting it down my throat. “James, get off!”

“No.” James moaned, roaming his hands down under my shirt.

I let out a loud “YELP” as I felt his hand slip from under my shirt, to the inside of my jeans. Out of fear I pushed him off me, and hit him across the face. “Pervert!” I yelled, jumping up.

James laughed hard, rolling over and holding his side. “Dude, don’t you remember what you put down for your Mr. Right?”

“No. Besides, that list was for Lorie.”

“Oh. Well, I guess she’s S.O.L.” he laughed, sitting back on the couch.

“What do you mean? You are supposed to be hers. Not my Mr. Right.”

James laughed again. “Not to where I saw it. You see, I put everything that you wrote down into what you see before you. And I must say, you did a fantastic job with the list.” He laughed.

“But I did not make you for me.” I cried out.

“Well you said the spell by yourself, so you must have made me for you. Not Lorie. Although, she is a very pretty girl. Too bad I am not for her.” His smile got bigger and he crawled closer to me.

“Get away.” I yelled, but it was no use. I turned my face away, but James pushed it back up and planted his mouth against mine again. As soon as he kissed me, he broke it, returning back to the other side of the couch as the front door swung open.

“Hello boys.” my mom called as she walked back into the house.

I let out a long sigh of relief as she walked in, saving me from this creature. “Hi, mom.” I called back.

“Hello Mrs. Hall.” James said with me with a smile. “Can I help you with those bags?” he then asked, getting off the couch and helping my mom with the grocery bags.

“Thank you, James.” she smiled. The two of them walked into the kitchen and James helped her unpack. “You know,” my mom yelled from the kitchen. “I was thinking that James could have dinner with us.”

“What?” I yelled, running into the kitchen, and almost fell as I slid across the floor in my socks. “He can’t.”

“Spencer, where are your manners.” my mom argued. “He is our guest, and I am inviting him to dinner. Is it alright if you can?” she then asked James, who was putting the last of the food away.

“Thank you Mrs. Hall, I would be delighted.” he smiled, and then turned to me and winked.

“Perfect. Did you finish your project?” my mom asked, also turning towards me.

“Almost.” I told her, keeping an eye on James.

“Well, why don’t you take the rest of the night off and entertain our guest. You two can finish your project in the morning.”

“What do you mean ‘in the morning’?” I asked.

“Well, I was also thinking---if it is okay with your parents James---that he could spend the night.”

“I don’t think they will have a problem with that.” James smiled.

‘I would.’ I shouted in my mind. There was no way I wanted to have this…thing sleeping in my house.

“Great, now you two run along and go play in your room Spencer.”

I grunted as I shuffled my feet out of the kitchen. “Actually, can I help you with dinner?” I heard James asked. I wanted to bash my head into the wall when I heard that. He was just buttering up my mom so that when he came out to her, she wouldn’t far so hard. Yet, he didn’t know her at all. Last year she read about a festival downtown, and we both went to it. Unfortunately, she did not know that it was the annual Iris festival (the gay, bi and lesbian festival). When we got there, she almost had a heart attack when she saw two men making out in front of her. There was even a bondage show out in the street, which she almost fainted on sight. A lot of guys hit on me too, but I let them down easy when I told them I was straight. My mom thought this attraction was wrong, and protested the next day (it was a weekend long thing). She even dragged me down there. But I just wondered off, while she passed out flyers and asked the people if they knew what they were doing was a sin.

“Sure.” I heard my mom reply, and I sank into the couch to watch T.V. until dinner was ready.

When I sat down at the table, I realized that mom had cooked my favorite dish: mac and cheese, with meatloaf. “Thanks mom.” I smiled, seeing her step into the dining room.

“For what?”

“For making dinner.”

“Oh, I didn’t make it.” she told me. “James did. He insisted on making it tonight.”

My smile quickly faded and my face went blank. James had made it. I knew he had done something to the food, and my mind began to wonder. ‘Did he poison it? Did he drug it? Or maybe he put in some love potion?’

Just then James came out with a pitcher of ice tea, and placed it in front of me. “Hello.” he smiled at me, giving me a quick wink as he sat down. I scooted my chair over so that he wasn’t in my space, but that did not stop my mom. She sat down at the head of the table, and held out her hand. James took it and offered his to me. I didn’t want to take it. I just folded my hands and bowed my head.

“Spencer. Hold James’s hand.”

“Why?” My mom didn’t say anything. She just gave me a blank stare. I sighed in frustration after a moment, and placed my hand in James’s.

“Heavenly, Father…” my mom began to say, blessing the meal. As she said the prayer, we lowered our heads and closed our eyes. Yet I could tell James was not interested in the dinner prayer. As my mom continued, he let go of my hand, and I opened my eyes. I quickly put my hand down, yet there was not enough time. James had placed his hand over the top of my jeans, just resting it over my groin. I gave him a side glace, and he did the same. He smiled evilly at me, and squeezed his hand slightly, causing me to gasped and try to pry his hand off.

He didn’t let go. Every time I tried to pull his hand off, he would squeeze harder. Soon my cock and balls were gripped in his hand, and he was massaging them. “Stop.” I mouthed, and he did, only to replace his hand between my legs. I quickly shut my legs, trapping his hand as he pressed it against me. There was nothing else that I could do, except for continuing to pry his hand off. I heard James give a small laugh, and he began to rub the outside of my pants again---this time it was only my cock. I bit my lower lip, and pulled harder, yet my body grew weak as my dick started to grow harder. I let out a small moan, and covered my mouth. I didn’t know what came over me, and I tried even harder to pull James off. He started to massage my dick faster, causing it to push against my zipper. I thought that it was going to bust out. I wanted to release my cock to the air, but I knew James wanted that. My breathing started to get shorter, and I started to take in long breaths of air. My vision had started to blur and I closed my eyes, thinking that I would wake from this nightmare.

“Spencer?” my mother’s voice cut through the air, and I felt James’s hand release me. “Are you okay? You look flushed.”

“Yes.” I cleared my throat, still feeling my cock against my jeans. “I’m fine.” I gave her a weak smiled and we dug into dinner---luckily, James didn’t do anything else during the meal.

I went straight into the bathroom after dinner. All through the meal I had an erection, and I couldn’t get rid of it until now. I turned on the cold water, and stepped into the shower. I was freezing, yet I found that my dick did not move. It still was erect, throbbing more then ever against the cold water. I decided to clean it, being that James had his hands on it. I thought that it was a good idea at first, but I was wrong. As I lathered it up with soap, I found it start to twitch and throb in my hands. I groaned out, stroking it faster and harder. The more I scrubbed, the more my cock twitched. It started to feel good, and I decided to just stroke it. I grabbed a hold of it, and stroked it a bit faster. I moaned out, arching my back as I felt my balls twitch. I moved my hips as well, sliding my hand down my shaft. It really felt good, and I didn’t know why. I had never touched myself before, and it felt unbelievable.

“Having fun without me I see.” I heard a voice breathe down my neck. I gasped, and I felt something wrap around me. I freaked and pushed away from James, who had a giant smile on his face. “Wow, you’re big.” His smile got bigger, and he pressed himself against me.

“Get off me!” I yelled, pushing him away when I felt him pressed against me. He was just as big as me, and I started to feel uneasy. “What are you doing in here anyway?”

“I want to take a shower too.” he replied, coming back towards me. “And I don’t want to take one alone. Besides, there is safety in numbers.”

“Stop!” I cried out, feeling him caress my erection. He laughed as he continued, caressing it harder and I felt like I was going to burst. “James.” I gasped, letting out a long moan as I ejaculated. I hung my head in shame, yet James thought differently.

He let out a strong laugh, and scooped up the seed that I ejected. I wanted to die at the sight of where it landed, and that was on James’s chest and mine. “Mmm…” he moaned, licking his fingers with my cum on them. “You taste good.” He smiled at me and leaned in closer. I gasped as I stared down at him, seeing that he was already erect from the taste.

“NO!” I yelled, kneeing him and running out of the shower. I didn’t know what kind of condition he was in, yet all that I knew was he was in pain. I locked myself in my room after that, and tried to go to sleep.

I had difficulty sleeping, yet around eleven I fell asleep. But I still slept on pins and needles, just in case James picked the lock to my room.

I moaned as I began to dream. In fact, it was the best dream that I ever had. I was in my own bed, naked and sprawled out. I didn’t know what was happening, but I saw my bedroom door start to open and I got scared. My heart began to race as I saw no one come in, and I felt like I was being watched. I gasped as I felt something wet against my leg. I didn’t know what it was, and I felt it move up. I moaned as it slid into my inner thigh, and I felt an invisible force grope my balls. I gasped at the sudden touch, and it felt as if something pressed against my lips. I moaned as I felt something---like a tongue---slip in my mouth, and I moaned out even louder. I didn’t know what I was making out with, but I loved it. I grinded my hips as the something began to massage my balls, causing my cock to erect. The invisible kisses soon began to travel lower, traveling down my neck to my chest. I arched my back as my nipples started to erect, and they traveled down further. I felt it start to dish out my navel, and I let out a moan. I peered down through my lusting eyes, and found that my dick was totally erect, and I felt something moist wrap around it. I gasped out even louder, and it started to bob up and down. I smiled and thrust my hips up, just wanting to have whatever was around my member go further down.

“Oh, God!” I gasped, feeling myself start to rise. I gasped and let out another moan as it turned me over, so that I was now lying on my stomach. I then felt it grope my ass, kneading it in his hands. It spread my ass cheeks apart and I let out a long breath. This force (or whatever it was) was now licking and eating out my ass. It felt even better then having it around my cock, and I prop my ass into the air. “Oh, God!” I moaned, feeling it inside my asshole. It was small, but it was just enough to make me go crazy. Even though this was a dream, I wanted to see who was giving me pleasure. I looked back and saw that something coming into view. I continued to moan as I gazed at the creature, but gasped when I saw what it was. “Oh, God!” I gasped, finally waking up from my wet dream. I kicked my sheets off me, and climbed up to the head board. “How did you get in here?” I yelled at James. He was lying on my bed, and I found that it was HE who was making me have the wet dream.

“The door was open, so…”

“I locked the door!” I yelled, hoping my mom would wake up and catch James in the act.

“Well, it wasn’t locked when I came in.” James smirked, crawling closer to me.

“Stay back! I don’t know what kind of black magic you put on me, but I will have none of it!”

James didn’t say anything; he just continued to crawl towards me. I tried to push him back, but that didn’t do any good. I flinched when he was just inches away, but he didn’t do anything. Instead, he propped himself up on his knees and reached up. I looked at what he was reaching at, and saw that my cross over my bed was turned upside down. I gulped as James came back down, and froze up.

“Be careful of that cross.” James breathed. “If it’s upside down, then you will be in a lot of trouble.” he then kissed my check, and I gasped. He had my cock in his hands (which was already erect from the dream), and began to stroke it. It didn’t take long for me to come for the second time, and I again his chest. “Keeps on getting better and better.” James laughed, licking up my cum. “But let us see if we can get a bit more out.” he smirked, and lowered his head towards my groin.

“No! You have done enough!” I yelled.

“You know,” James said, coming back up. “That wasn’t me in the wet dream you had just now.”

“Yeah, right.” I spat, not believing in him.

“No, I’m serious. That was not me. And if you don’t want anything else to happen, then you should sleep in the prayer room tonight.”

“No thanks. I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself.” He got up and walked back to the door. “If you need me…I will be sleeping there.” he gave me a quick smile and headed out.

I scuffed as I settled back into bed. I didn’t believe James, yet a part of me was scared stiff. Mom had told me about upside down crosses. They were the sign of the devil, and that a demon had been around. They feared the cross, and the only way of being around them was when they were like that. But I didn’t really believe in that stuff, and pushed it out of my head. I did find it hard to get back to sleep though, yet I found my way and went back to bed around four. I didn’t sleep long though; the sun’s rays woke me up four hours later. I groaned as they shined in my face and I rolled over to my other side. As I tried to sleep a bit longer, I found that something was in my bed. With my eyes shut, I began to feel around. But my eyes shot open at what I found. I jumped up and backed away, seeing that James was in my bed. ‘Wait…this isn’t my room!’ I looked around my surroundings and found that I was in the basement prayer room. It felt like a panic room for me though, since I was now panicking.

I soon heard James moan, and he started to wake up. “Morning.” he groaned as he sat up, stretching out his limbs for the day. “How did you sleep?” He gave me a toothless grin and crossed his legs together.

“Fine.” I said calmly, though I wanted to ask him a few questions myself like… “What the fuck do you think you are doing?” and “How did I get down here?”

“That’s good.” he sighed, standing up. “I hope you don’t mind,” he then said, offering me a hand up. “I went back in to check on you, and found your cross above your bed upside down again. I feared that something evil was in your room, so I carried you down here.”

“Thanks.” I told him, not taking his hand as I got up. “But I would have been just FINE in my room.” I was a bit pissed that he carried me down here, and I feared that he had raped me while I slept.

“I am glad to see you alright.” His smile got bigger, and his teeth were now showing. He leaned in to kiss my check, but I dodged him. “Alright.” He sighed, getting my message, and he went up the basement stairs.

“Wow, Spencer.” my mom smiled, seeing me coming up of the basement. “This is a first. Seeing you coming from the prayer room.”

“Yeah,” I smiled, walking with her to the kitchen. “I wanted to say my morning prayers.” I lied. She smiled at me and hugged me. She never brought me downstairs in the morning, yet she was happy that I was down there.

James left after breakfast. I was happy that he did, because I couldn’t take one more day with him in my house. We sat across from each other at the table, yet James still played and toyed with me. He would wink and smile at me from time to time, but I just ignored him. Until he really started to irritate me. Once he saw that the smiles and winks didn’t work, he started to play footsies. I kicked him a few times, but he stopped after I threatened to kick him in the balls.

“What a nice boy.” My mom said, once James had left and said his goodbyes.

“No he is not.” I muttered so my mom wouldn’t here it.

I was able to sleep in my bed that night; it was very peaceful and pleasant---with no James to bother me. But on Sunday, I had the most terrible nightmare that I had ever had. In the past, I have had a few night terrors, but I found that this was the worst. It started out like any other dream: I was in a wheat field, with a warm summer breeze blowing softly. I smiled and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath in the field. I took another deep breath, but I coughed because I smelled sulfur and ash went up my nose. I opened my eyes, and I was shocked as to what I was seeing. I was in Hell (or what looked liked it). I was standing on a ledge, and gazed out into the fiery abyss. Fires shot out and burned all around me, and I wanted to get out of there. I wore no shoes, yet the ground was as cold as ice. I found a way down soon after I arrived, and walked slowly down to the bottom. As I walked, I could hear yells and screams coming from all around me. I also heard deep laughter and, one long scream that called out my name.

“SPENCER!” It cried out, followed by blunt yell in pain. “HELP!”

Someone down here knew me, and they needed my help, yet I felt it was a trap.

“He won’t hear you.” I heard a deep voice yell, and there was a loud crack of a whip. There was another deep laugh, and the first voice cried out my name again.

“SPENCER!”

This time, I couldn’t refuse the cry for help. Putting my fear aside, I sprinted the rest of the way down. I followed the laughter and screams for help all the way down, only stopping when I got to the bottom. I found myself looking up at two big doors, which were slightly cracked open. I heard sounds coming from inside, and I peeked in. I gasped as I saw two people, both male, one of them was chained up. The one that was chained was naked and had his back towards me. His back was bleeding, and he looked like he had a vibrator up his ass. He was crying, and begging for the second man to stop.

“Please.” he begged, turning his head around. I covered my mouth as I gasped; it was James. “Please stop.”

“Ha!” the second man laughed, throwing his head back. “Do you think I would stop after what you did?” he spat, pulling James’s hair back. “You are a fucking ass to ever think I will stop.” He then threw James’s head forward, causing him to hit it on the wooden pole he was chained to. I couldn’t help but become enraged with hatred towards this man. He didn’t even look human.

His skin was burnt from head to foot, and for some reason, Robert Englund popped into my mind. He wore all black that covered his burns and his fingernails where sharp to a point. His laughter rang in my ears and his voice sounded hoarse. Even though I didn’t like James, I wanted to save him. I didn’t know why, but I did, and I felt something take over me. I imagined myself walking over to the demon-man, punching him in the face, and untying James from his chains. I replayed that scene over and over again, until James’ cries woke me from my fantasy rescue. I watched as the demon-like man was thrusting the vibrator in and out of James, causing him moan in both pleasure and pain. As he played with his ass, he slid a finger down his back and drew more blood.

“James.” I whispered. Big mistake.

“What do we have here?” the demon spat, turning to me and crouching low. He had spotted me.

“Spencer!” James cried, turning his head around to see me as well. “Run!”

“Silence, slut!” the demon yelled, backhanding him in the face. “You, boy!” He yelled, pointing at me with a long pointy finger. “Come here.” I yelled as I felt myself being pulled by force towards him. I blinked, and the next thing I knew he was holding me by my shirt collar. My face grew pale as I saw his face. His teeth were also sharpened to the point, and his nose flared outward. What really scared me though, were his eyes, they were bright yellow and looked like he was looking into the depths of my soul. “So, you are one who is threatening to take my bitch away.” His voice was hoarse, yet demonic.

“No.” I nervously said. “I don’t even like him.”

“Liar!” the demon yelled, and chained me up next to James. “I hate people who try to take what is mine.” he growled in my ear. He ripped my shirt open, and laughed. “Well now, aren’t you clean?” He smiled and dragged a finger up my chest. I shivered and quaked in fear. I didn’t know if he was going to kill me or not, but I knew something bad was going to happen.

I gasped as he took a finger to my cheek, cutting it and drawing blood. He let out another hard laugh, and did the same with the other side. Tears started to swell in my eyes, and I looked over at James. He looked at me, and I could tell we were both having the same thought. I let out another scream as he dragged his nails down my chest, hooking them into my skin as he did.

“Stop it!” James cried out, trying to protecting me. “He is not the one you want. I am!”

“What did I tell you!” the demon spat, clenching his teeth. He then thrust the vibrator into his ass more, causing James to yell in pain. “Now, if I hear anything else out of you, slut…you won’t be able to move for the rest of your life.” he threatened, and James didn’t say anything else for the remainder of the nightmare. “Now then…where were we?” he asked, looking back at me. “Oh, yes.” His smile got bigger, and he clawed his fingers back into my skin. I screamed even louder, hearing my flesh rip as he moved his nails down my chest. Tears were now streaming down my cheeks in rivulets. He stopped, and was now undoing my jeans.

“Stop it!” I cried, watching my pants fall around my ankles. The demon laughed as he pulled my underwear down, and knelt in front of me. I wanted to kick him, but my legs didn’t move.

“Wow, you’re big.” the demon gasped. “Almost as big as my slave over there.” he smirked, running a nail down the back of James’s legs. I heard him hiss in pain, but he didn’t open his mouth. The demon laughed and grabbed a hold of my member and began to stroke it. I gasped, feeling myself start to get hard. I didn’t want this to happen, and I began to say the Lord’s Prayer out loud.

“Spencer!” I heard my mom’s voice cry out. “Spencer, wake up!” And I did.

I woke to find I was back in my room; all of it was just a bad dream. I stared up at my mom, who was sitting on the edge of my bed, and I sat up. “Mom?” I cried, feeling my voice crack with tears.

“It’s okay.” she told me. “Everything is going to be alright.” My lower lip curled and I began to sob. I had never been so afraid in my life. I wrapped my arms around my mother, and told her about my nightmare as I sobbed. “Don’t worry, honey.” she told me, rocking me in her arms. “Nothing will harm you.” I felt like a little kid again, and I didn’t want her to leave my side. She stayed with me for the rest of the night, and slept at the foot of my bed on the floor. As for me, I stayed up all night. I was afraid that the demon would chain me up again.

As I stared up at my ceiling, I wondered what had happened to James. ‘Was it really just a dream?’ I thought. But I then felt something wet against my face. I pressed my hand up against my cheek, and gasped. It was blood. Both my cheeks were bleeding, and so was my chest. I didn’t want to wake my mother about it, so I tiptoed to my bathroom to take care of it. When I returned, I notice something was wrong with my cross. I walked closer to it, and found it was upside down. I gulped as I looked around the room, fearing the demon was still in here. I quickly turned the cross right-side-up and crawled into bed, praying for the life of me that I was going to be alright. I also prayed that James was going to be okay too. I still hated him, but he did not deserve the punishment he got in my nightmare.