Issue #1 - Desires Within

Jake gripped Andrew's tshirt, trying to make the other boy backdown. But Gene was faster, and Jake had paid almost no attention to him. The punch came out of nowhere.

Inside his mouth, Jake tasted blood. It just made him angrier and he rushed back towards the window, growling as he reached for Andrew, attempting to drag him right out of the car. He was angry now and he wasn't about to stop.

This was what Jake had always wanted to do. More than anything in the world. Especially today since the practice when Andrew was such a dick to him... now was the time to show him who was the boss. He didn't hold back any longer as he charged towards the rich boy's car to drag him out and beat the crap out of him. He didn't even care there were three of them and only two of him and James. He didn't actually care if James was still there. He simply wanted to see the sight of his punch squeezing Andy's face. The rest seemed to be even more surprised. They expected him to back off after Gene's feat of strength, but no. He was determined and reached for Andrew and qith a quick motion, "aahhahahh" threw him out of the car and onto the ground. He tried to defend himself, kicking, but all his kicks missed its target, while his opponent had the possibility to strike him as he liked...

There was a problem however. Gene jumped out of the car and pushed Jake aside, hitting him with his arm like in some kind of charge. Ricardo also left the car and joined the situation, but not the fight. He only approached his grounded friend - whose back was now sore because of the direct hit to the ground - and was helping him up...

Jake has passed the Toughness check, but Gene's strength has knocked him back.

Jake was lost in the moment, it felt good to drag Andrew out and throw him to the ground. Jake wanted to hurt him more, the irritation and feelings were all around him and he just wanted to make Andrew take back every nasty thing he'd ever said.

But once again, Gene interfered, hitting Jake again and distracting him as Andrew's other friend started helping him up. Jake was about to move towards Andrew yet again, but Gene was pissing him off now, interfering twice now.

Suddenly, Jake rounded on Gene, throwing a punch right for his chin.

In a heat of a moment Jake changed his priorities. Gene was starting to annoy him, especially that the guy had a lot of strength in that jock body of his. Jake rounded Gene, quickly throwing a punch. His opponent wasn't fast enough to react to it and was actually surprised by force of the blow as his head leapt back... and so did he, stumbling backwards. His head was spinning round and round. He couldn't focus, why was everything in a blur? This was enough for Jake to deliver another blow, right in the stomach, so hard that the ginger-haired jock had to cower... He dropped to his knees for a second, but in a moment he would be back to fighting. An elbow-hit to the neck and Gene's world turned into blackness as he fell unconscious on the ground.

"Gene? Oh holy fuck!" exclaimed Andy, though it was hard to tell if he cared for his friend or was afraid he was next.

Jake grinned a little as he fought with Gene, finding himself easily overwhelming the stronger boy. It felt good to unleash his rage that had been building all day, and he almost forgot he was alone here.

Gene crumpled to the ground and Jake stared at him for a moment and then turned towards Andrew, glaring at him and moving towards him, ignoring Ricardo for the moment who had so far not tried to fight him.

Instead, he rushed Andrew, his fist swinging for Andrew's jaw.

Ricardo may have ignored the immediate threat, but as a friend (of an ass, but nonetheless a friend) he stood up by Andy and when Jake was in reach to deal a striking blow to the 'boss' jaw, he quickly intercepted the blow by blocking Robinson's way and kicking him hard to the stomach. "Stop," he said, positioning himself between Andrew, who was beginning to shake off his fear, and Jake, "we don't need to fight." Rick continued, but these words... were drowned in the bloodlust that was controlling the brown-haired jock. He didn't care what the Latino was telling, he didn't simply care. What he wanted was to see the rich boy suffer and he would get him, no matter what, and anyone who stands in his way... he would have to get them out of his way by force.

Ricardo's quick kick (it seems that he's been trained in some martial arts) bruised you again (Jake has failed another Toughness roll).

Jake growled to himself as Ricardo got in the way, and he side stepped left then right trying to keep his focus on Andrew. But Ricardo wasn't getting out of the way.

Jake glared at Ricardo then, who refused to move. "Fuck off!" he shouted as he reached forward to forcefully grab Ricardo by his shirt and toss him to the side so he could jump and attack at Andrew again.

(I'll use a hero point to make sure to move Ricardo out of the way and make sure my attack against Andrew lands)

"No, you--" Ricardo started talking, but Jake was too furious and he didn't want to listen to reason. He wanted to unleash all the rage he had concentrated in himself and Rick was in his way... He punched, but his opponent was too quick, he dodged and counterattacked with a kick of his own, but the brown-haired jock evaded it just in time. He used the fact that after dealing a high kick, a fighter has to regain balance and so attempted to grab Rick's t-shirt. He managed to do that, looking right into his chocolate eyes for a moment before he forcefully pushed him to his left so stronlgy he lost balance and stumbled to the ground. "Aah..." he groaned.

Andrew used this moment though. Jake didn't expect him to be even capable of standing up like a man and fighting him. His fist swinging at Jake's jaw, owwww, it had to hurt. "Take this, fucker!" Even before he had any chance of preparing for another attack or delivering a counterattack, Andy was again in charge. He kicked him in the stomach and then with his elbow to the jaw again. He felt his face bleeding. He spit and there was blood...

You were bruised twice during these two rounds - two because Jake was stunned by the first blow and he's taken another blow.

Jake could feel it, he was definitely hurting now. Yet through it all it didn't really seem to register with him. He wanted Andrew to pay, to pay for all the mean things he said, for taunting him, for just being a jerk.

He rubbed his jaw slightly as he glared at Andrew, "You're gonna pay for that." He then rushed Andrew again, his fist heading for Andrew's stomach.

Jake attack Andrew one more time, his fist heading for Andrew's stomach. "I'll pay?" He missed. "I'll make you pay, you stupid sucker!" Andy charged at him, trying to kick his opponent, but a dodge to the left was enough not to get hit. With a corner of his eye, Robinson could see Ricardo standing up and rushing to help his friend... and he was beginning to feel sore in all the places where these guys' fists landed. He didn't plan to surrender now. He had to finish the job. He hit. Hard. "Ughhh..." He heard the beautiful sound of pain escaping from Andrew's lips, as he moved closer and with one hand he pulled the guy's gelatinated hair and picked his head up to look him in the eye, as his other hand met his jaw with brutal efficiency. "Agghh.." Blood was sipping from his opponent's mouth now, but the look in his eye... it was full of primordial rage and hatred.

Jake grinned as he finally got Ricardo out of his way and managed to connect with Andrew, drawing blood. It felt good, really good indeed.

He punched Andrew in the lips and saw blood, then Jake bounced back on his feet, almost like a boxer, and grinned before moving towards Andrew again, remaining wary of Ricardo but focusing his attention on his arch foe.

He managed to avoid Ricardo and moved towards Andrew, knocking him all the way down to the ground, and Jake wasted no time. He climbed on top of Andrew's chest, pinning Andrew's arms with his legs. Jake glared at him triumphantly and delivered another punch.

"You fu--" Hit. Jake's punch met Andy's face, as his head bounced back and hard into the ground. He was trying his best to free himself, but was helpless now, pinned to the ground, unable to stand up. The triumphant smile on Robinson's face was probably the worst sight in his life, it felt so humiliating... "Aaaaaghrrrr!" He screamed, focusing all his energy into one push... which wasn't enough, because his opponent quickly delivered another punch right to his handsome face. Andrew was coughing blood, his skin torn in many places, his whole face in blood, but somehow... it wasn't enough for Jake. He wanted him to suffer mentally even more. He looked into his beautiful icy blue eyes and stared into them like a true victor. He was victorious, he had won the battle and it was so good to feel him beside him. "One--ghh-day I'll make... ughh... you..." Jake shortened the distance between their faces, a smile on his face. His eyes were piercing right into the guy's soul.

Literally.

"Whaaa-aahhh..." He screamed before everything went black. Jake opened his eyes as he... somehow... moved to another place along with his humiliated rival. They were surrounded by powerful darkness. He was in exactly the same position he was a moment ago, still looking into the guy's beautiful icy blue eyes, now full of fear of what was going on. Then he saw something in them. The images were flashing right into his mind.

"Father, father! I got a B from that Maths test!" Jake said, looking at a man who seemed so strangely familiar, but he wouldn't call him his father... or maybe? Uh, it was so hard to concentrate on what was going on... The bearded man sat in his armchair and ignored poor Jake. That is why he decided to pull his sleeve and...

"Stupid boy!" Jake landed on the ground as father's strong hand hit him hard. He felt the pain and then the tears coming right into is eyes.
Then the flashback was over. Andrew was terrified, "You-you..." His words couldn't even leave his own mouth. It was strange, because even though the strange images ended, they were still in the dark, surrounded by the black void.

It felt good to hit Andrew, after all this time of being made fun of. Jake just wanted to be good at what he did, but Andrew was the one who wanted to be a star. Jake knew he could lead his team to victory, he didn't want to be the one with all of the glory alone.

He was angry. He wanted to hit Andrew again. He prepared to.

Then it all went black. The series of images was confusing. Who was the man? It wasn't his father. It made no sense.

But then it all went back to black again, and Jake stared down at Andrew, glaring in acusation. "What the hell is going on?" Was it some sort of concussion? Jake felt strange..

"What... ughh... you've done, fucker?!" Andrew yelled, still trying to free himself, especially that being surrounded by the darkness didn't help at all. Jake was as surprised as his opponent however. "What ugh fuck you did to meh?" He asked as he tried to focus on the boy's face. Jake's anger was still on the rise as he looked into those icy blue eyes... and then again it happened.

He was in a big room, probably his? at least he thought it was his, but it didn't really seem like his... laying on the bed and crying. "I can't be... I can't be... no, no!" He yelled and turned to the adult magazine right beside him. He looked at the girls being fucked by all those hunky men, but despite his efforts all he could really think of were Kens and not Barbies. "I... I hate him! It-it was him who turned me..." He was confused and angry. No, it couldn't be happening to him. That guy... he was so hot... that is why he was going to hate him.

The flashback ended as abruptly as it began. They were again in the dark. "Stop... it..." It seemed that Andy was close to crying. Crying?

Jake was getting more and more confused by it all. These strange visions. He was on his bed, but it wasn't really his bed. It was someone else's. But it felt like his. Why?

He stared down at the magazine. The guy's were hot. It would have made him horny, but.. actually it kind of did. But it wasn't his own thoughts, it was like they were someone else's. They were confusing.

Then the black was back and Jake stared down at Andrew, who seemed ready to cry, "What the hell is happening? How are you doing this?"

"W-what?" Andrew was shaking, "I ain't done nothing, fucker! Get out of my head, you.." He sobbed, trying to calm himself down, he was red on the face, from all the blood, tension, exhaustion and now holding back his tears. "You-you're doin' this, ain't you! You-you somehow... want to torment me more, don't ya! You... I..." He looked in his eyes and he knew what he wanted to say.

I. Hate. You. Why do I love you?

Jake was still angry. He didn't like being confused, it just made him more pissed off. All of the images had been confusing, and now Andrew was here, pretending he wasn't the cause of it all.

Jake glared at him, listening. "Me torment you? This is all your fault. Why are you such an asshole?"

But Andrew trailed off, and then Jake heard it. No, he didn't hear it. He just knew it, felt it. But that couldn't be right. Not Andrew, not that asshole who was always jealous and treated him like shit.

"You... You.. what?"

"I... HATE YOU!" He screamed, trying to push Jake off of him. Jake was sure of what he felt however. It was like an instinct... intuition, but somehow he knew that it was true. That somehow it was exactly what Andrew wanted to say... what he thought. It was a strange feeling... he actually began feeling a lot of things lately. First the dream, next all the anger mixed with jealousy uploading itself right into his mind, these images, now this... thought? and... there was something else. He actually felt as if he was in almost complete control of this place. He felt as if the darkness was looking at him, waiting for his order. As if it was just his imagination and with but a thought he could change it into anything he had imagined. "Hate! You! Robinson!" Andrew was actually crying now.

Jake knew even as Andrew screamed that he hated him that Andrew didn't really hate him. He knew from before, just moments ago. Andrew.. was definitely confused.

The feeling of control helped too, Jake wasn't concerned about the darkness anymore. He felt safe, like he could change it. But he didn't know how.

He wanted to return to the bed he'd just been at, the one that felt like his, but didn't, the one that had the magazine. Andrew would explain why he'd done this or Jake would kick his ass again, not that he'd need to, Andrew was already crying like a baby.

Andrew looked so innocent now... like a poor baby hurt by his abusing father. Tears were in his eyes, and he finally let them go. He was crying like a baby, not holding back anymore. "Hate..." his voice was hard to hear now, he either was tired, or he didn't really mean it. Jake knew that both were true. He simply felt it. It was strange for him to just act solely on his feelings. It was unwise, usually, but right now it felt so natural. What he felt, he would do. This was probably the primal instinct... hidden somewhere deep inside him. It was a bizzare feeling that he could make things happen simply by desiring so. He looked at Andrew and wished to go back to the room with a giant bed and him on it...

He did, the darkness formed into that image. He was laying on the bed with a porn magazine in his right hand, tears flowing down his face as he struggled his urges. "I can't be..." He said touching the flossy paper with an image of a girl being fucked hard by a handsome, hunky man. His fingers moved to touch his body, not the girls' boobs, but the guy's manhood. It was what attracted him... "Noo!" Jake screamed. "I cannot be... It's unnatural... That... that guy... I hate him! He made me!" He threw the magazine away. "He was hot... no, no, no! Listen to what you're saying... I can't be serious... I don't mean it!" He was fighting a battle inside his mind now.

His right hand touched his hard-on. He let his mind wander... his emotions were raging as he fought of a certain one person. Robinson. Jacob. He recalled his beautiful face with a smirk on it, his deep blue eyes, his short brown hair. Then he got down to his fantasies as he imagined Jake stripping down of his clothes for him, slowly, like a real stripper would, giving him time to enjoy every inch of his hot body. "Ahh..." He moaned, as he stroke his cock, his mind deep in his fantasy. Now he was closing in... he touched him, kissed him. He turned around, so that Jake would be on top. He looked right into his blue eyes. "Yes..." He began kissing Robinson on his neck, slowly moving lower and lower, stopping on various points of his body, taking care of his nipples, then massaging his six-pack and finally going to his boxer briefs...

Jake let out a soft moan that grew louder. Another moan escaped his soft lips, his head tilting back. He put his hand into Jake's boxer briefs. He touched it, squeezed it and then began stroking it gently and slowly. He was doing it like an expert. Even simple touch of his manhood brought Jake a wave of sheer pleasure and another moan. "Like it?" Jake said. It was confusing, because he felt everything... but somehow he still felt kind of out of place, not knowing which one was really him. He licked the tip and then the whole shaft. He locked eyes with Jake and felt that it was the time to move on. He put Jake's pride in his mouth and began sucking on it, quite... loudly one might say.

Jake moaned again, louder this time as the arousing voice asked its question. "Yesssssss," he said, hissing softly as the mouth wrapped itself around him. He spread his legs slightly. He wanted more. Jake continued to give him all his attention, engulfing the shaft and sliding up and down. He released it... only to take it all once more in his mouth, every inch of Jake's manhood's ten inches right into his throat. He slurped as he struggled to keep it in. That was certainly a feat! This person's skilled tongue danced around Jake's shaft as he stroked it in his mouth. With a bit of help from his brown-haired jock thrusting his hips upwards like in some kind of sex rage, he took all ten inches into his throat, right to the balls containing the white essence of life. He 'mhm'-ed more as he had to adjust to a new pace of face-fucking from his lover. The tension and the increase in speed made him realize that Jake was getting close.

With a smile on his face, he reached out for his lover's face with his hand. He squeezed his nipple, but then lowered it and took a hold of Jake's hand. "Mhmmm", another moan and... "Aahhhahhah" - Jake's scream full of joy and pleasure could probably be heard in the whole neighborhood. His cock was throbbing, spurting semen ray after ray right into Jake (or at least it felt as if it was him?)'s wet mouth. He didn't pull back though, taking the whole load right into him. Neither did he stop touching the jock's hand...

Then the fantasy was over, when Jake felt his own cock, which he was holding in his hand and stroking quickly, exploded with hot cum right on his six-pack. He was sighing heavily... Then the vision was over, Jake was once again sitting on top of Andrew.

Jake couldn't believe how innocent Andrew looked down there. But as the scene changed, Andrew looked less innocent. Well, innocent but definitely.. With a magazine like that in his hand and the thoughts going through his mind, it definitely wasn't innocent.

Jake felt like he was right there, but he also felt like he was watching it all. Like he was feeling both halves. It was bizarre and crazy, but also hot. Then the fantasy became quasi-reality and everything happened. The mouth felt good.

It felt so good. Like his dream had. Exactly like his dream had... but... how? With Andrew?

Finally it was like he awoke, back in his own body but still in the darkness, with Andrew below him, and Jake himself obviously very spent.. He blushed deeply, staring down at Andrew and his hand. "I.. what just happened?"

"I-I don't know. You-you're doing it!" He whispered, his voice weak from all the crying and the strong emotions he had felt. "You-you saw that?" He asked... with a desperate look on his face... "You didn't... you couldn't... it's not happening... it's some kind of a dream... it has to be..." Trying to rationalize something like that might have sounded like a good idea to Andy at the time, but Jake was 100 percent sure that it had happened for real. He somehow knew it, as he did with all the other things lately.

Jake shook his head, "No, I'm not." He paused, thinking about everything that had just happened. It was scary. And kind of hot. And he was still sitting here like this.. it was a bit.. awkward to say the least.

But he had to find out what was going on.

He looked down at Andrew, trying to be confident, "I.. saw what happened. That was you, wasn't it? It was all true."

Andrew put up a brave face, "What are you talking about? What did you see? I am not sure what could you possibly see and why it would even have to do anything with me..." yeah, sure, it's not like Jake sat on him in the middle of some kind of psychic darkness he could control and it's not like by looking into his eyes he somehow saw some situations from the raven-haired jock's life. Very intimate moments, to put it lightly...

Jake stared down at Andrew. He knew that Andrew was just putting on a show, false bravado.

"I saw it, Andrew.. you're.. After all this time. Calling me names.. and you're the one who.. the magazine."

He wanted to punch Andrew again, but mostly he felt sorry for him.

But they were still stuck here in this strange black place. Jake wondered if he could take them somewhere else. But where? He didn't want to go back to that room. Not that it wasn't enjoyable. But right now, he just wanted answers out of Andrew.