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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      Jasper/Neil_(Camp_Camp)
  Character:
      Jasper_(Camp_Camp), Neil_(Camp_Camp)
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-07 Words: 2598
****** Dying of Frustration ******
by maxv1d
Summary
     It honestly shouldn't have come to a surprise that after 14 years of
     struggling to make friends, Jasper decides to use his state for
     something much more enjoyable.
Notes
     Also a choking warning. Yeah.
Neil didn't want to go out on such a night, but the restlessness of his lack of
sleep and the sweat covering his body made it hard to do so. Sure, it was the
middle of the night, but he just couldn’t sleep – tossing and turning,
adjusting his blankets… he was close to just removing all his clothes, but then
he’d have to keep his blanket on, which was far more frustrating than what he
was wearing.
Nonetheless, every movement just made him feel worse. Stressed, maybe? He
couldn’t tell, but there was no way he could stay here any longer. He crawled
off the bed, making his way to the exit. There was a bit of hesitation as he
unzipped the door, looking over to Max slowly as he did so. He let out a breath
as the other remained unstirred, and stepped outside.
The slightly cool air was already a relief. Neil slipped on his shoes rather
easily – sneakers without socks, as he literally couldn’t care less – and
trailed through the night. Maybe just a little walk, and he could head back.
The thought of doing so made his back tense, however. He really didn’t  want
to. Then again, he didn’t have much of a  choice .
Neil let out a breath. Sometimes, life really did suck. He wrapped his arms
around himself, making his way off down to the lake. His eyes caught the sight
of the full moon that was directly above him, craning his head back to stare
directly towards it. It was a rather nice sight…
Lowering his head back down, he spotted the boat that lay on the lake. He
hadn’t remembered putting that there, but it certainly brought back memories,
mostly of the island just across the lake. As Neil turned to face the shadow of
the place, the moonlight shining down below, he saw it in a rather different
light. It looked less scary and more peaceful. Calm. Hopeful.
Neil’s eyes trailed to the boat. Him, in his PJ’s, quickly made his decision.
He hopped into the boat, slowly, but surely, making his way across the gentle
lake, closer and closer. Almost as though he was in a trance. And yet, he felt
almost calm just doing so. Besides, what would a bit of alone time do?
Clearly, Neil had forgotten about the population of the island.
Nonetheless, he makes his way over, looking around the empty area. With a
small, slightly relieved sigh, he sits down on the edge of the island, looking
out to the lake. That felt much better.
The feeling barely lasted for a few seconds until Neil felt a shiver down his
spine, as a voice echoed out of the darkness.
“Hiya buddy! What brings you here, huh? Ready to scream and ditch again?”
Neil’s eyes widen, and he turns around. Despite the other’s words, he lets out
a breath at who he is – perhaps relieved he’s not just a stranger?
His relaxation at seeing Jasper was his first mistake. “Uh, no- no, just…
wanted to be alone for a bit,” Neil says, lowering his eyes back down. Was that
a bit forward? Maybe. But he couldn’t really care right now.
“Oh… Oh, I see.” Jasper folds his arms and looks up at the sky, his eyes moving
as he thinks over everything that happened in the past.
Being off guard around Jasper was Neil’s second mistake. There’s a sharp pain
that rings through, from god knows where, but in one split second, Neil’s lying
flat on the ground. He can feel it in his head, his back… and then on his
stomach, pressure, as Jasper’s foot presses down onto the soft flesh.
“Of  course , a nerd like you would want to be alone! I’m pretty sure that
explains why ya didn’t think of anyone else! Being alone for you is fun! I bet
if  you  were dead on this island, broski, you wouldn’t have a problem!
Fourteen years, all by yourself, with no visitors but creepy old guys getting
their freak on! That’d be a dream for  you , wouldn’t it?”
Neil winces, after having gotten over the shock, looking towards him. “Wha-
what?”
Jasper shrugs, pressing down harder, as he glares into his eyes. “Ya get me,
broseph? All ya think about is yourself, all of you. You came here, I helped
you out, and you left without a word! Without a goodbye! And now you’re back,
on  my  island, and you think you can just- be  alone?!  Buddy, you’ve got some
screws loose, I’d say!”
A laugh follows. Goddamn, Jasper hasn’t had this much fun in ages. For now, he
was done with being nice. After all, what good did it ever do to him?
Neil let out a rather uncharacteristic growl – guess Nikki was rubbing off on
him – and dived towards Jasper. His hands were aiming for his neck, but to his
surprise, he missed. Or not so much missed as fell directly through him. Neil’s
eyes widened the split second before he collided with the floor, wincing at the
sudden impact.
Jasper’s foot pressing rather painfully on his back didn’t help very much.
“Give it  up , broski! You’ll never get away from me! Maybe I’d spare you some
pain if you just quit  fighting! ”
His bright and cheerful, sick voice rings through Neil’s ears. He wants nothing
more than to cover them, shut his eyes and pretend it was all a dream. Or
better yet, to wake up in his bed, sweating, twisting and turning, but safe.
He knew he shouldn’t have come here. What good ever came from going to Spooky
Island? Neil felt the tears forming already, but he forced them down. “You-
you’re fucking  sick …”
Jasper let’s out a laugh, which only sends more shivers down Neil’s back.
“Perhaps! But who cares? I’m a ghost! No-one can touch me! I can do whatever I
want, without consequences!”
A sharp kick to his side, and Neil falls flat onto the ground. He cries out in
pain, grasping the now aching area tightly. So much for not letting the tears
fall.
“I could even kill you now, and no-one would know!”
Neil’s eyes widen, pupils small. His shaken worsens, and he knows Jasper’s
right – he can’t do anything now. It’s too late. So much for having a peaceful
night. He isn’t sure who to blame, but why the fuck would it matter? It’s too
late for anything now.
“But… that wouldn’t be any  fun  now, would it?” Jasper’s voice sounds gleeful,
and Neil can just picture the expression on his face. He isn’t sure whether
he’s more afraid now then he was before, but he should’ve been.
Jasper tilts his head, placing a hand on his chin and thinking for a moment. A
few seconds after, he grinned gleefully and lifted his foot off Neil’s back. No
surprise the other remained still. He knew there was no getting out of this
now.
Jasper kneeled in front of Neil, placing a hand under his chin. Neil, already
shaken, tears in his eyes, looks towards him. There’s a clear look of begging
in his eyes, hoping that he’ll stop, and yet it mixes in with defeat quickly.
He knows it, there’s no getting out of this.
And Jasper  loves  that look in his eyes. He trails a finger along his chin,
before forcing Neil to face him.
Barely another second is wasted before he twists his hand, grasping tightly
around his neck. His thumb presses harshly down, blocking off any chance of him
breathing. Neil’s eyes widen, and he shakes harder, squirming against his grip.
Jasper, on the other hand, only just grins. The look on his face fuels him, and
something else entirely.
It’s a split second, when Jasper can feel him fading, that he let’s go. The
loud and high-pitched gasp is music to his ears, and even hearing Neil regain
his breath is exciting. “Don’t you sound  wonderful?  Keep that up, and I may
not be able to hold myself back any longer…” Jasper whispers, leaning close
into Neil’s ear. He presses a kiss on his cheek as he grasps his chin yet
again, sliding his tongue down his neck. Once he found the right spot, he bit
down harshly into the skin. A chill of excitement rang through Jasper at Neil’s
painful gasp, tilting his head back at the sudden contact.
Jasper doesn’t stop there. A few harsher bites to his neck, a few more painful
and rewarding gasps. The hand not keeping his chin in place trails up his back,
lightly dragging across the skin. Of course, the gently touches barely last for
long as Jasper digs whatever length of nail he has into Neil’s skin. The
combination of whimpers and gasps is more than rewarding, and Jasper can feel
the pressure building.
“God, this feels so good. Old men doing it? Disgusting, I don’t want to know.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss this…” Jasper whispers, and Neil
shivers. He isn’t even sure what’s going on anymore, but every inch of his body
aches, and he knows it isn’t going to stop there. He isn’t even sure how his
legs are holding himself up any more.
The hand grasping his chin let’s go, and Jasper rises to his feet. There’s a
small bit of a break from the constant pain, but Neil is only bracing himself
for the worst. For him, there’s no pleasure; nothing but pain. He’s horrified,
but he knows there’s no point to it. To Jasper, it means nothing. To Jasper,
Neil means nothing.
The hands grasping around his pants makes Neil tense. As though he wasn’t
before. He lets out a sob, completely and utterly broken. Disgusted. He knows
what’s going to happen, and he’s not ready- he’s not-
“Please, please don’t do this. Please, I’m b-begging you, j-just… j-just stop!”
Neil chokes out. He begs. He cries. He hates it all and although he’s sure it
means nothing, he keeps trying. At this point, nothing’s holding back his sobs.
He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t, he doesn’t!
Jasper blinks, but only let’s out a chuckle. “ Now  you speak? Little bit late
for that, don’t you think?” There’s no remorse or care in his voice. What kind
of ghost would care about the wellbeing of others? Right now, he can do
whatever he wants to anyone, and no-one can lay a finger on him. The thought of
that is exciting. Why hadn’t he thought of this before?
Jasper grasps the edge of his pants and pulls them down, Neil’s boxers quickly
following, his bare bottom exposed for him to see. Jasper licks his lips, not
even caring about the clearly dry state. He thinks for a bit, before rather
forcefully shoving a finger into the entrance. He can wait a bit, the least he
could make it a bit easier for him to get in.
Neil, on the other hand, doesn’t enjoy it in the slightest. He lets out a yelp,
tears from his eyes falling to the ground, before he squints his eyes shut. His
arms are shaking intensely, hands in fists, and he feels ready to collapse. He
wants to give up on it all, but his body won’t let him. Right now, he’d rather
be dead then go through this.
But Jasper shows no signs of stopping. He presses in another finger, harshly
pressing them against his prostate. Every shot of pain Neil is in only makes
him even more eager, and it isn’t long before Jasper can’t hold himself back
anymore.
His pants meet the ground in a quick second, his fully erect and throbbing dick
sticking out. Sucks to be him, it’s not that big – but then again, a ghost with
the mindset of an adult stuck in a child’s body is most likely to have that
thought. But it’s the perfect size to fit, and Jasper isn’t going to give the
other any mercy.
He grasps hold of Neil’s bottom with his two hands and presses in, forcing
himself all the way as quickly as he can manage. The tears are streaming from
Neil’s eyes and clouding his vision, his heart pounding heavily, along with his
head. His stomach is churning, and he feels like he’s going to throw up.
Instead, the only thing that leaves his mouth is a rather painful moan, as he
tilts his head down, squinting his eyes tight shut.
Jasper, on the other hand, is feeling nothing but pleasure. Granted it was a
bit tight, but to him that was nothing but pleasurable. As are the sounds of
Neil’s cries and moans as he thrusts into him, not hiding a single sound that
leaves his mouth. A sling of drool slides out of his mouth and drips to his
back, and the sight – the feeling – is beautiful. How Jasper wishes he could’ve
thought of this before. He’s almost positive he could’ve taken all three of
them at once. But right now, in this moment, the pleasure just has him
overwhelmed with excitement. He hasn’t felt this  alive  in ages.
Jasper can feel the pressure building up, and at this point, he can’t even care
about the state of Neil. Who’d care about something as disgusting as a human
being, anyways? It’s almost as though Jasper can’t imagine ever being one. Life
sucked, anyways. Death was so much more rewarding. Especially how it had turned
out for him. His thoughts, desires, and the pleasure at every thrust brought
him closer and closer to the edge, and god did it feel  amazing .
Unfortunately for Neil, he reached his first, and unlike Jasper, he hated every
second of it. It was a painful force as the liquid spurts out onto the ground.
His eyes squinted shut, accompanied by the tears. He sobs, but it doesn’t stop
there. Again, and again, forcing out of him at the painful thrusts to his
prostate. He can’t help but let out a breathless scream, but the sound is only
music to Jasper's ears.
Thankfully, the sound mixed with the thrusts is all it took to bring Jasper
over the edge. Unlike Neil’s, his moan is deep and rewarding; for him, at
least. He feels nothing but ecstatic as his seed pours into Neil’s entrance,
much to the disgust of the other. And yet, Jasper fed off his disgusted
reaction. It was more of a reward then the release, almost; seeing the other
broken, weak, shaking.
He let out a chuckle – somewhat breathless. He pulled out without a care, and
Neil hardly even thought as he fell to the ground. Yet, Jasper thought nothing
of it, pulling up his pants as a wide smile formed on his face. “Well, wasn’t
that fun, broski?” Jasper began, not even caring off the slight shaking of his
legs as he makes his way around, in front of the other.
“Just let me know when you want to go again. I’m always looking for more
friends, after all. How about you be a radical dude and tell the others for
me?” Jasper’s voice rings with evil, as he kneels in front of Neil. Crying,
aching, shaking… Neil can only force out broken sobs, his eyes squinted shut.
“Yeah, alright. I’ll take that as a yes. Well, enjoy the rest of your night,
broski,” Jasper says, rising back up to his feet. Without another word, he
turns, leaving the wrecked and frail body of Neil lying on the ground, as the
moon shone down.
It really was a peaceful night.
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