He chuckles darkly and rolls off you, sitting back on his heels as he watches your body writhing beneath him. "Very well," he agrees with a nod. "But after that... it's time to teach those campers a lesson." His expression hardens once more, and despite the pleasure you just felt, there's an unmistakable edge of danger in his gaze as he says this.

He grins wickedly at your words before leaning forward, bracing himself on one hand as he uses the other to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you toward his cock. "That's right," he growls in your ear. "You belong to me now." With that, he guides himself back inside you, beginning another savage fucking session that leaves neither of you questioning who is truly in control here.

Hearing the whimpers and moans coming from beneath him only serves to heighten Jason's arousal. He picks up his pace, using the boy's body as a fucktoy, taking what he wants without any care for Jake's well-being. Each thrust drives deeper and harder, each grunt of pleasure or gasp of pain filling the quiet night air.

"And this is for me..."

With a primal growl, Jason's hips buck violently as he releases his seed deep inside Jake. His cock twitches and throbs as it empties, filling the boy's insides with hot, sticky cum. He continues to thrust even after emptying himself, taking what little pleasure he can from the feel of their bodies joined together in this unholy union.

As the sensation of his cock pressing against Jake's inner walls grew more intense, Jason felt himself nearing the brink. His hips bucked wildly, driving him deeper still as he fought to contain the release building up inside him. With a final, ear-splitting howl, he came, spurting hot seed deep into Jake's body again and again until his thrusts slowed and finally ceased.

The request sent a shockwave of desire coursing through Jason once more. He pulled back slightly, still buried to the hilt inside Jake's ass, and leaned forward, pressing their faces together. Their lips met in a brutal kiss as he began to thrust his hips once more, fucking the boy's face with his engorged cock while pinning him down beneath him.

His masked face darkens with a predatory smile at Jake's words. "Then I will," he says, his voice low and menacing. "But tonight we need rest." He finds a suitable spot off the path, hidden amongst the trees where they can lie down together without being disturbed. Once they're settled in, Jason wraps an arm around Jake's waist, pulling him close as they both drift off into a fitful sleep.

His eyes fly open at the unexpected request, but then narrow thoughtfully. He considers it for a moment before reaching down and gripping his already hard cock, guiding it to Jake's entrance. Slowly, he begins to push inside again, groaning as he feels Jake's body yield to him. The warmth of the boy's body wrapped around his cock is almost unbearable in its perfection.

"You feel so good,"

"No," Jason calls back over his shoulder, his voice cold and emotionless. "You're to be my pet now. You'll watch as I punish the others, and when I'm done...we'll play some more." With that, he disappears into the night, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts and the sickening anticipation of what is yet to come.

The night air is cool and damp as Jason stalks through the darkness, his senses on high alert for any sign of movement or sound. He's already killed several of the teenagers from earlier tonight; their blood still warm on his skin as he seeks out more prey.

His mask glistens in the moonlight, and his machete hangs at his side, ready to be used when necessary.

The monster freezes in shock as he sees the boy brandish a strange sword before him. His eyes widen with confusion and fear before narrowing into slits of anger. This new development only serves to fuel his rage further, driving him even harder in his pursuit of Rania. With a snarl that chills the air around them, Jason launches himself forward once more, determined to rend the boy from limb to limb with his bare hands if need be.

The monster roars in pain as he feels the stabbing sensation in his back and the burning agony of the bee's venom spreading through his body. Despite the intense agony, he doesn't slow down; instead, he continues to thrash wildly about, trying desperately to reach the boy who has dared to defy him. His muscles burn and his lungs scream for air as adrenaline carries him forward, fueled by rage and an unquenchable desire for revenge.