Tyler’s End by Den

Tyler woke with a start to find he was tied and immobile and in some sort of large run-down cabin. It
took him a couple of minutes to recall what had happened, but the sequence of events came back to
him. He’d been hiking a remote section of trail in the Ozarks; a weeklong hike camping as he went. He’d
not seen another human for a couple of days, nor any sign of habitation and was loving it. Midday he ran
into a man coming in the other direction, with just a small daypack which puzzled Tyler a bit as his map
indicated he was miles from anywhere. Like him the other man was shirtless, as the day was pleasantly
warm even in the shade of the hardwood forest. The guy was older, perhaps 25 years older than Tyler,
who’d just turned 30 the previous week. Tanned hairy and lean with a nice musculature, and obviously
well endowed, judging from the bulge in his groin, he was just Tyler’s type. Dark hair, light blue eyes and
a close-cropped beard he was not handsome, more rugged and masculine.“Hey Bud! Nice day for it.” The guy said.
“Yeah” Tyler responded, “this area is great, and you’re the first person I’ve seen in days!”
“This area is quite remote, I’m probably the last person you’ll see, if my past experience bears out. I
come here a lot. There is an abandoned road up ahead that gets you into the wilderness quickly. It’s
been bulldozed where it used to meet the main road, and the woods have grown and hidden it
completely. There’s even an abandoned cabin. Kind of cool.”
They engaged in small talk for a while, Tyler hoping the guy did not notice his increasingly tumescent
dick through his jeans. This man was so much his type he could not keep it down, and a wilderness fuck
would have been amazing. Tyler excuses himself to take a piss, walking off into the trees a short
distance. While pissing he hears the man coming up behind him, and when he turns the guy grabs him
and holds a solvent soaked rag over his face until he passes out.
“Hey! What the fuck is going on?” he shouts. He hears the guy laugh in response from the other side of
the room, and he comes over to Tyler, who is angry, confused and scared. The guy now has an obvious,
and very large hard on visible in his pants. And he rubs it, standing over Tyler’s immobile body which
rests on a beat-up mattress.
“I liked your looks and thought I could have some fun with you for a day or two. And I always walk that
trail specifically prepared for that possibility.”
“You could have tried flirting like a normal person,” Tyler responds. “I thought you were hot and would
easily have said yes.”
“Not likely you’d consent to what I have in mind buddy, though fucking you is certainly part of it” he says
smiling. “There’s at least 15 men buried in the woods around this cabin, hot guys like you, and only one
of them was into it. He was into it all the way to the end. A shit ton of fun that was, even though I also
love the usual screaming, crying and begging from the men I play with.”
“Fuck, man, what are you going to do? You think you want to snuff me?”
Tyler asks. He is scared shitless now, but both men are aware his dick is still hard, and at this point
leaking precum.
“Don’t ‘want to,’ going to is more like it buddy. Maybe you’ll be number two, from the look of your
pants. Doesn’t matter how you feel about it though, I’m gonna kill you and get my rocks off doing it. If
you manage to cum a few times in the process, that’s cool. But either way I end up dropping a huge
load, you end up dead.”
He picks Tyler up and carries him to a large steel table with a drain and spout down to a steel bucket,
and several eyelets around its perimeter. He starts to tie Tyler’s arms to the top corner, and at first Tyler
tries to struggle but a few powerful blows to his stomach knock the wind out of him. Next his legs are
tied, without much resistance. The older man takes a knife out of a nearby cabinet in which Tyler
catches sight of a bunch of similar torture tools. He’s scared, but also filled with feelings he does not
understand at all, especially his ongoing attraction to this man and continued sexual arousal. The man
cuts Tyler’s clothes off slowly and lovingly, caressing his body as he does so. As he cuts through the
crotch of his jeans Tyler’s dick springs upright and a slug of precum oozes out, and the man laughs.
“Well, looks like you are a snuffboy, and didn’t even know it! Fuckin A buddy. My second!” He grabs
Tyler’s large balls and squeezes them painfully hard in his hand, bending down to kiss Tyler hard on the
lips. To Tyler’s surprise he kisses back and sucks on the man’s tongue when it pushes past his lips. He
realizes he is totally lost, and in that instant surrenders to his captor and his own new found lust;
accepting what is coming. When the man pulls away, Tyler stares at him in amazement, licks his lips and
says “what should I call you?” The man says “you can call me Mister, buddy, and I love a verbal bottom
whether he is screaming or crying or begging me to kill him. I fucking love it when a hot guy like you
begs to be killed whether he wants it to end or wants to feel that hot death load.”
He squeezes Tyler’s balls so hard the younger man feels they might burst, but he feels the precum that
again streams out of his dickhead and just sighs. As the pressure is removed a wave of intense sexual
pleasure courses through him. “How much is this going to hurt Mister, and how will you finish me?”
“I’m gonna gut you buddy. Field dress you like a fucking deer. Gonna make you watch me cut your
entrails out and dump them in that bucket. It is gonna hurt more than you can possibly imagine, but
trust me, you’ll welcome it. I see it in you. Before this is through you will want it more than anything you
have ever wanted in your life. And you’ll ask me to kill you. Not just because of the pain, but because
you want me killing you.” He goes to the cabinet and pulls out a rig, and some crystal, gets it ready and
shoots them both up with a potent dose. Tyler has never done this before, and the rush takes him
totally by surprise. Before it even envelopes him fully his killer takes two large fishhooks and pushes
them through Tyler’s nipples. He screams and briefly struggles against his bonds, but quickly quiets
down breathing hard and moaning.
“Yeah buddy scream for me, but look at your dick. You liked it, didn’t you. You fucking need it. SAY IT!”
The man begins twisting and pulling on the hooks as blood streams from Tyler’s torn nipples.
Tyler has never felt anything like this before in his life. Confused, terrified, excited, staring at this
incredibly hot man, thinking ‘do I actually want to be killed?’ He says “Fuck MISTER, Please, I want it!”
“Say you need it!”
“Mister I NEED IT!!” and unbidden: “Do it again, please Mister. I want to feel that a second time” The
top grabs two more fishhooks and pushes them slowly through Tyler’s nipples, deeper than the first
two. He moans hard but does not struggle. “Yeah baby, that looks nice” the man as he destroys Tyler’s
nipples. He takes the pain, and hopes his captor gets pleasure from that, an emotion both confusing and
exciting to him. The top kisses him again, and then makes him keep his mouth open as he empties his
bladder down Tyler’s throat. This is not new to Tyler and he drinks it eagerly. He is speeding his brains
out, and the drug makes his nipples feel incredible. The older man asks: you been fisted before?
“Yes Mister” Tyler answers. The man unties Tyler’s legs and greases up his arm. Tyler does not struggle
now but watches and lifts his legs eagerly as the man enters him and works Tyler’s ass for what seems
like hours until he can get his sinewy arms in up to the shoulder and his rectum is heavily prolapsed. He
pounds away at Tyler’s balls, tugs and twists the fishhooks piercing Tyler’s nipples. “You know I’m
tearing you up inside, don’t you?” “Yes Mister! I feel it. It hurts bad, but it’s like I need you doin’ this. I
want you doin’ this. I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to my mind, I know you’re going to kill me
but please mister, make it last.”
“Good boy. That is what I want to hear! You’ll know when it’s time, you’re gonna welcome that blade
into that nice flat belly of yours. You’re gonna want to feel my hands pulling out your guts.” He punches
hard into Tyler, almost to the shoulder and then withdraws a bloody arm, showing Tyler. “Look at what
you are giving me buddy. Inside and out, your body is mine.” Tyler’s dick is still hard, amazingly to him,
and the brutal top shoves his arm into Tyler again and begins to jack him off with the other hand. “Oh
fuck Mister, tear me up inside. My hole is yours, my guts are yours!” He groans as the arm probes deep
into his guts. Finally with a scream he comes, shooting huge ropes of cum as his killer’s arm is buried in
him up to the shoulder. The top pulls out, mounts Tyler’s face and fucks till Tyler passes out before
blowing his load down the younger man’s throat. Tyler comes to, and the two men just stare at each
other. The older knowing how hot it will be to finish Tyler off, the younger wondering what is in store
and how it will feel. In ten minutes, the top’s dick begins to swell again, and he shoots them both up a
second time, so they are flying high. “You want to die buddy?” he asks the younger man. Tyler is
breathing hard, his body wracked with both intense physical damage and sexual desire, as well as
warped by the drugs. “I don’t know Mister. I’m not as scared as I was. This is so fucking intense, but still
exciting, you’re still exciting. And that speed feels so good.”
“Let me show you something buddy,” the Topman says getting his Wyoming knife out of the cabinet.
Tyler knows immediately what it is for and how it is used and draws a sharp breath. “Yeah buddy, it’s my
gutting knife. Sharp as a razor, gonna feel real nice when I push that curved edge into your belly. Your
gonna love it when I get that second blade in and zip you open like a jacket. What do you think buddy?
Most of the guys I’ve killed cry when they see this.”
“Mister I’m terrified, and I’m lost. Keep me high please, and I’m willing and ready. I have regrets, but
they’re kinda minor. The taste of your piss and scum in my mouth is more immediate right now. What I
need more than anything else is for you to kiss me. And then I have a confession, I’ve never told to
anyone.” The older man kisses Tyler tenderly, than strongly, pushing his tongue as deep into Tyler’s
mouth as he can. He traces the line the knife will take with his finger on Tyler’s belly and the younger
man moans, knowing what the finger indicates. His tongue caresses the top’s tongue. And he sighs. He’s
ok with this. He’s being killed slowly and lovingly by a hugely attractive older serial killer, and it is now
OK with him. “Would you rather I was terrified, fighting you off and horrified by what was being done to
me?” he says. “It’s like you and I were fated to meet and share something incredibly bizarre and beyond
understanding to most people.”
“Like I said before, there was one guy who was into it in the past. He was not like you, but damn he was
fun. You are a huge turn on. But the biggest turn on will be you dying for me. What is your confession?”
“I have had, for many years strong castration fantasies. Giving my balls to a top. Having them mutilated
and cut off. Always thought that was really sick. But now, they’re yours. I want you to castrate me.”
“That was next on the menu buddy, so glad to oblige. They will live for years in a bottle of formalin.”
The killer brings out two long thick skewers and a bottle of poppers, and they both take hits. He takes a
thin leather strap and ties off Tyler’s balls as tightly as possible, which gets him moaning again. Another
hit and he pushes one of the skewers through both of Tyler’s balls, causing an eruption of precum and
howls of what does not seem to be entirely pain. Tyler’s eyes are wild, and his breathing is rapid and
hard, but the two are watching each other’s faces, the killer smiling broadly “Yeah buddy, that’s nice,
good job, want another one?” Tyler can hardly speak but nods. “Say it.” Says the top, gently, and then a
second time with more force. “Please Mister, another one. My balls are yours!” “Good little snuff boy”.
And hearing those words excites Tyler much to his surprise, “Oh fuck yeah Mister, I’m your snuff boy!
You have made me your snuffboy!!”
“Take a big hit of the poppers, snuff boy, Mister is gonna take those balls sac and all.” They hit the
poppers and Tyler winces and groans as a second skewer tears through his nuts. Then with no
hesitation, the killer brings out the big knife and brings it up under Tyler’s scrotum. Tyler is briefly
scared, but the feel of the blade still turns him on and he wants this so bad. “Say it! Demands the top, I
know you want this buddy. My hot snuff boy wants to give me his balls! Wants to be my steer when he
is killed!” And Tyler does, he wants that so bad now, both to be a man’s steer and to be killed. “Oh God,
PLEASE, cut my balls off Mister” he whispers. And watches as if in a trance as it happens, hearing his
own scream, feeling his manhood cut free… When the top holds Tyler’s scrotum high in the air Tyler
spontaneously erupts in orgasm. Screaming and crying. With little hesitation he accepts another shot of
speed and a shot of caverject in his dick to keep him hard. The knife is incredibly sharp so when the killer
now cuts both Tyler’s nipples off it is easily tolerated, and he is surprised at how excited he is to watch it
being done to him, almost a pleasure to see the severed nipples with fishhooks in the palm of the older
man’s hand. And finally, it hits him. He wants this final play more than he could have imagined wants it
NOW and expects the pain to be worth the accompanying excitement, surrender and pleasure. They rest
briefly, the older man caressing the man he is so eager to kill, the younger man amazed by what he has
been through and his undiminished desire to satisfy his killer as his killer has transformed him.
As if reading his mind, the older man says “Say it!”
Without hesitation Tyler says “Kill me Mister. Gut me and kill me. PLEASE”
“Fucking yeah snuffboy!” The top kisses him hard, spits in his open mouth and kisses him again, Tyler
sucking wildly on the older man’s tongue, his body roaring with pain, pleasure, fear, lust and more.
“Give me that body snuffboy. Tell me again what you want!”
“I’m yours Mister, butcher me, kill me!” Both their dicks are hard again now, and the older killer gets the
knife he has earlier shown Tyler.
“Kiss it snuffboy” says the older man, and Tyler does, feeling as if he might cum again at any second.
“Oh FUCK!” says Tyler. “Do it Mister, gut me!”
They again take big popper hits then the top pushes the first blade in just above the pubes as he kisses
Tyler hard on the lips then whispers in his ear “Take it snuff boy, tell me how it feels.Tell me what you
need.”. They stare into each others eyes, Tylers tearing up as the blade punctures the membrane
protecting his abdominal cavity. “Shit Mister, it hurts like hell, it feels so fucking good, I don’t want to
die, but please, don’t stop! Gut me man!! Kill me Mister. I need you to kill me!” The Top feels it yield and
smiles. “YEAH…” he says, “so fucking hot to kill you snuffboy, to know you need it.” He pulls the blade
out and reverses it, and Tyler arches his back with the same urgency to feel himself butchered as he
would to pull a top’s dick into his waiting ass. He exhales hard, and the pain is intense, but the urgency is
more intense, and he cries out as the blade opens him from groin to sternum in a matter of seconds.
“Oh FUCK! It hurts so bad, do it Mister, I need this so bad! Butcher me, please!” Quickly the top reaches
into him as Tyler watches and cuts the entrails at both ends tearing them out and throwing them into
the bucket. Tyler can hardly speak. He feels the hands of his killer inside his body, watches as his killer
pisses into him than quickly blows a huge load of semen into him. His killer begins to jack Tyler off and
says “Come for me, show me how much you needed this, snuffboy.”. And suddenly he feels an
enormous orgasm exploding through his body. “OH!! FUCK THANK YOU MISTER” he screams. All the
pain suddenly transmuted into an unimaginable kind of pain-pleasure. Stream after stream of Tyler’s
last sperm shoots high into the air as the two men look deep into each other’s eyes. “Kill me mister!
Finish me quick!” Tyler cries as he senses his orgasm is at its peak “Please mister, kill me! Kill me now!”
The older man quickly punctures Tyler’s jugular as he kisses him and watches as the life leaves his
snuffboy’s eyes while a fountain of blood erupts from his throat. Tyler barely has time to experience
anything but orgasmic pleasure, the last kiss, the roaring in his ears and the amazing look on the face of
his killer as everything goes black.
The older man decapitates the corpse and fucks the head, then fucks the body, experiencing huge
orgasms each time though knowing nothing comes close to the orgasms Tyler was granted from his
meeting with his killer. He pulls out a sleeping bag and air mattress he keeps in the abandoned cabin. He
will fuck the body again in the morning before burying it out in the woods, and burning all of Tyler’s
things. He will not forget this one for a while (and wishes they could all be so good). But will be out on
the hunt in a week or so for another handsome solo hiker.

Ben’s Fatal Hook-Up by EdwinJ

Nick finished his workouts at the gym. It was already 10:00 pm on a Saturday night and the Manager yelled out he was closing up in a half hour. Nick hit the shower and got dressed. He posed in front of the mirror and admired himself all dressed in black. A tight t-shirt, black jeans and black leather boots. He clinched his strong hands. Thoughts raced through his mind. These hands were going to strangle someone tonight he thought. His cock swelled in his jeans at the thought. He needed the sex tonight and he needed to kill. He was pumped and ready. The manager started shutting down the lights. Nick grabbed his bag and left. He climbed into his truck and thought about hooking up with a victim. He knew of a gay bar about 15 miles away and decided he would find someone there. He would get a Motel Room later.

The parking lot was full. He knew it would be great pickings inside. Nick entered the bar. The place was packed with young studs. The music was loud and the dance floor filled. About half the guys were shirtless strutting their stuff. Nick found a spot at the bar and ordered a whiskey. He took in the room. He eyed a few shirtless young guys that would make perfect victims.

Ben cruised the bar looking for a one night stand. He was 22, slim but muscular. He came here often and usually lucked out with getting a man back to his place for sex. His friends often warned him of the dangers of bringing strange men home. He shrugged it off and would tell them he could handle himself.

Nick spotted Ben. He knew he would be the one. Ben ordered a drink and sat at the bar to sip it down. He spotted Nick across the bar. “Whoa” he muttered to himself. Nick made eye contact and motioned for Ben to come over. Ben grabbed his drink and approached Nick. Ben could feel his cock getting hard as he took in Nick’s sight. Nick liked what he saw. He offered Ben a drink. Ben accepted and the two began to converse.

Ben looked at the time. It was now close to 1:00 am. He told Nick he had a small place not too far and asked him if he wanted to head there for a nightcap. Nick obliged. He asked if he lived alone. Ben nodded yes. Perfect thought Nick. The two would be alone. The two headed out. Nick placed his strong arm on Ben’s shoulders and led him to his truck. As he usually told his victims he told Ben the same, he would bring him back for his car in the morning. He knew Ben would never see the light of day.

Ben showed Nick to his place. Ben opened the door to his apartment. He gave a quick tour. Ben had a one bedroom apartment. Ben offered a seat on the sofa. Nick sat down as Ben headed to the kitchen to grab some drinks. Nick’s eyes followed Ben. He stared at his tight ass. His cock hardened as he thought of fucking that tight ass. He looked into the bedroom. His eyes stared at the bed. He wanted Ben in there naked, fucked and strangled. He rose from the couch and removed his shirt. Ben walked back in and nearly dropped the drinks at the sight of Nick’s muscular chest. His hairy chest was ripped. Ben stared at his huge nips peeking out from the fur. His chest hair ran down his washboard stomach to a perfect treasure trail. His biceps were as muscular as his pecs.

Ben handed him his drink. “Like what you see?” asked Nick. Ben just nodded. His cock was rock hard inside his jeans. Nick took the glass from Ben and placed it down. “Go ahead, feel them” said Nick. Ben’s hands worked his way around Nick’s chest. He placed his lips on Nick’s nipple and gently sucked. He kissed his chest and worked his way to his other nipple and down his stomach. He began to unbuckle his belt and nuzzled his face in Nick’s crotch. He felt Nick’s stiff cock beneath his jeans. He wanted it so bad. Nick lifted him up face to face and kissed him. He whispered in his ear suggesting they go to the bedroom. Nick guided Ben into the bedroom and closed the door behind them. Ben’s fate was sealed. He wasn’t getting out of that room alive.

The two embraced, kissing each other passionately. Nick squeezed Ben’s cock with his strong hands as Ben ran his hands through Nick’s fur. Ben could feel his pre cum leaking. Nick the same. A wet spot had formed on Nick’s jeans. Nick lifted Ben’s shirt up and took it off. Ben’s smooth chest glistened with sweat. Nick licked the beads of sweat off and lay Ben on the bed. He removed his shoes and socks. He undid his jeans and pulled them off tossing them to the floor. Ben lay naked. Nick stood at the edge of the bed. as he kicked his boots off. Ben sat up and undid Nick’s jeans. Nick’s cock sprung out slapping pre cum on Ben’s cheek. He climbed out of his jeans and stood naked before Ben. His cock was rock hard and stood straight up. Pre cum leaked out his slit and ran down his veined shaft. Ben took hold of Nick’s cock and placed his mouth over it. He sucked gently tasting the sweet cum. Nick moaned in pleasure, “Take it boy, suck it”.

Nick lifted Ben and guided him on the bed. Ben got on all fours. Nick got behind him and slapped his hard cock between Ben’s cheeks. Ben raised his ass higher so Nick could enter. He felt Nick’s cock slip in and out. Ben’s cock ached and dripped pre cum. Nick began to fuck Ben doggy style. He pulled him up against his chest and fucked in and out. Ben took it in. He felt the sweat from Nick’s hairy chest against his back. Nick placed his hand on Ben’s erect cock and stroked it firm but gentle arousing Ben even more.

Nick pulled out and lay Ben on his back. He hovered over him. “I’m going to do you good baby, real good” said Nick.

Ben’s arms embraced Nick’s shoulders and pulled him on top of him as he spread his legs for Nick. Nick entered his hole and started to thrust Ben’s ass. Ben wrapped his legs around Nick’s thighs. He moved his body in rhythm with Nick’s thrusts. The two were embraced chest to chest as Nick kissed Ben on his lips and neck and fucked him hard.

Nick raised himself from Ben’s chest. He placed his hands on Ben’s shoulders. His cock pounding Ben’s ass. Ben wanted to cum but held back. He could feel the orgasm inside him wanting to explode. Nick fucked harder as he stared down at Ben. Ben ran his hands across Nick’s chest. He felt the damp fur. Nick’s sweat dropping beads off his forehead and chest onto Ben’s bare skin.

Nick was ready to spew his load into Ben. He moved his hands around Ben’s throat. Ben did not take notice. He was ready to cum himself. Nick gripped tighter. His thumbs pressing Ben’s throat. Ben felt the grip. He looked up at Nick perplexed. Nick began to squeeze harder. Ben felt the constriction and began to squirm. He tried to pull Nick’s hands from his neck. Nick gripped harder. Ben now realized he was in danger. He looked up with pleading eyes. Nick looked back down at him. His face was stoic, his eyes looked deadly as he stared down at Ben and squeezed tighter. Ben’s head began to hurt. He tried to gasp for air. His legs began to kick out, heels digging into the mattress.

Ben thrashed beneath Nick. He tried to push him off pressing his hands against Nick’s chest. His body bucked beneath Nick. He tried to pry Nick’s hands from his throat. He pressed again at Nick’s chest. It was useless. Nick had him pinned under him and was too strong for Ben. Ben bucked and thrashed, legs kicking wildly. Nick got harder from the thrashing beneath. He thrust harder. His cock buried deep inside Ben. He was ready to explode. He squeezed one last time. Ben’s eyes bulged out, his body convulsed. Nick’s hands tightened around his throat with a final squeeze. Ben’s body shuddered as Nick unleashed his hot semen into Ben’s ass. He screamed out as his orgasm erupted. Ben’s cock shot it’s load. His cum cascaded up Nick’s bare chest, the white jism clinging a bit to his fur and slowly worked it’s way down his stomach. Ben’s body arched and went still, his hands slid down Nick’s chest and fell to the side of his head. His body relaxed and fell to the mattress. Ben was dead. Nick collapsed on Ben’s body as he drained the remaining cum from his cock. He removed his hands from Ben’s neck and pulled out. He lay for a bit and felt Ben’s warm cum between their chests. Nick felt good. He achieved full orgasm and satisfaction.

Nick rose from the bed and dressed back into his jeans. He slipped his boots back on and stood by the bed looking down at Ben. Ben’s naked body lay across the bed. The last of his death cum dripped from his semi-erect cock. His eyes stared up blankly at the ceiling. His head contorted and hand prints on his neck. “Thanks for the fuck” Nick whispered as he gave him a final kiss on his forehead.

Nick looked around for his shirt. He remembered he left it in the living room. Nick opened the bedroom door and looked at Ben’s body one last time. He noticed Ben’s cock spasm one last time spurting a bit of death cum. He looked for his shirt but could not find it. He didn’t realize it had fallen behind the couch. Nick thought fuck it and left the apartment

He climbed into his truck. He rubbed his chest and felt Ben’s dried cum matted in his fur. Nick started the truck and glanced at the time. It was 2:30 am. He would be home by 3:15.

The flight attendant by anon

“Ding! Ladies and gentlemen, we would like to extend our welcome aboard AmJet flight 303 with non stop service to Denver.”  

“We are a full flight today and the flight attendants serving you today are Lisa in the back, Sally in mid cabin and my name is Luke. I am the purser for our flight. If you have any questions, please do not hesitate to ask.”

I hang the microphone back in its holding place above the jump seat and play the safety video for the passengers. I complete my last safety checks and make sure my galley cabinets are secured as we taxi to the runway. 

Sally is already sitting in the jump seat next to the boarding door. I glance over first class and dim the cabin lights for take off. I take my seat and fasten my safety belts over my buff chest and across my waist.

Moments later. I hear the enormous engines rawr to life, I feel the vibration crawl up my legs and my cock throbs in my tight uniform pants. Good thing our pants are black. Otherwise, my precum stains would be evident.

As we climb out of Dallas, I gaze over at the man sitting in seat 1C. He has his headphones in and is watching some boring movie. He has no idea that on yesterday’s flight, a handsome businessman from Phoenix was sitting there enjoying the same pleasures. I think his name was Bob or Bill or something. A typical businessman name. I wonder if they found his corpse yet…oh well, one less drink order. New day, new flight, new stupid traveler that no one will miss if they don’t make their return flight. This job has its perks! 

As we get to cruising altitude, I go through the cabin, recording drink orders by memory. One genitonic to the business woman in row one, whiskey coke to the asshole gold member in row 4 window. As I am going through the requests, there he is, seat 5B. A white, handsome,  slim but muscular otter with jet black hair, smiling at me. 

As I approach him, I smile with great enthusiasm. He tells me that he wants a vodka cranberry—total bottom cumdump drink—and some snacks. I let him know I’ll be right back. I race to the galley and pull up his information on my inflight tablet. I can see he is traveling alone, he is 31. His name—not that I give a shit—is Trevor Barkley. 

I make his requested drink and grab a delicious serving of peanuts, pretzels and almonds. I place the napkin on his tray table and seductively place his drink and snack on the table and ask him “is there anything else I can do for you Mr. Barkley?” 

He responds “yes, your phone number”. I smile, being coy—I always play coy at first as a lure for the stupid, sex crazed traveler. I let Mr. Barkley that I am here for his pleasure but not allowed to give out my phone number per company policy. Hmmm, I wonder if the airline knows that I fuck, strangle and off their frequent fliers on my layovers? 

As the flight progresses, I make eye contact from the galley with seat 5B and he gazes at me through the cabin. 

When we began our descent into Denver, 5B came up to the galley and slipped a piece of paper into my coat pocket. I pretended not to notice. I wanted to play hard to get. He returned to his seat and I kept going on and on with my landing duties. 

Ding!! The overhead bell chimes as I press talk on the intercom. “Welcome to Denver! We hope your enjoyed your flight as much as we did. Come back and fly with us again soon!” As I said this, I kept my eyes on seat 5B. I was the only one who knew that the piece of meat in seat 5B would not be flying with us again. 

When I got to the crew hotel. I pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket and read it. Hey! You’re cute! Fuck me at the Hilton. Text me. My cock jumped in my pants immediately. 

I pulled up my WhatsApp and texted the phone number. This way it can’t be tracked. I wrote Hey 5B!! It’s Luke from your flight today.

I waited for about 5 minutes and got a response asking me to come to his room. The crew hotel was right next door to the Hilton. He was in room 573. Fifth floor suite. He must be an important business man. At least until I leave his room tonight. My cock is already oozing precum. 

I let the stud know that I’ll be over in 15 minutes and to be ready to fuck hard. I put on my sweater and blue jeans along with a hat and Covid mask to hide my face from the cameras. Being a flight attendant in these big hotels, there are cameras everywhere. 

He responds “the door is unlocked”. I leave my phone in the crew room to avoid tracking my location and head over to his room. 

I walk past the front desk and head for the elevators. I press floor 5 and the elevator races skyward. My heart is pounding in my ears as I think about choking this cumdump with my uniform issued belt and cumming inside him while he dies. 

The elevator doors open and I walk into the hallway. The placard shows room 573 is to the right and the last room at the end. Perfect!! I’ll have a little privacy to off this waste of a human being. 

I approached the door, and arrived to him sitting ass up, face down on the bed like a common cumdump. 

I walk in, close the door, ensure it’s latched and locked. I see his huge balls hanging freely. I unbuckled my belt and lowered my mouth to his bubble butt. He ass was shaved despite his beard and otter appearance. 

I bury my face into his ass and lick his butthole raw. My tongue works his ass and he moans like a whore. While he moans, I unzip my pants and take them off. My sweater comes off next. 

He moans and says “fuck!! You know what you’re doing! Fuck me! Fuck me deep!!” 

I take that as my clearance to land in his tight hole. I had arrived commando to his room. I hardly ever wore underwear. My cock is begging to enter his airspace. I spit on my hard cock. That is the only lube this cumdump will get. 

I placed the tip of my thick head cock to his hole and began to rub my shaft gently on his hole. I teased 5B for a minute while I grabbed my pants. I removed the belt from the loops and dropped the pants to the floor. 

This stupid cumdump was so horny, he had no idea I was about to choke him to death. I looped the belt through the hook and made a noose. 

I hovered the belt over his head, ready to wrap it around his throat like a tourniquet. I pressed my cock against his tight ass, while he moaned extensively. Only if he knew what would happen next.

I shoved my 9 inch thick headed cock deep inside him. Ripping his sphincter and filling his ass with my rock hard cock. Before he could get out a scream, I placed the belt around his throat and pulled yanked it tight. Squeezing his airway shut. I bet he wished for an oxygen mask now.

To be continued…

Alfredos Asphyxiation Snuff by Alecx

10th July 2021 6am Alfredo is naked when theres theres a a knock at the door door he opens it morning Nathan says Alfredo come in  over here says Alfredo sitting down on a chair and fastening leather straps round his ankles then over his thighs ,6.15 Nathan opens a small black box he takes out a syringe what’s that for says Alfredo injection to numb your cock says  Nathan  dont want that  says Alfredo I want to feel the blade ,Nathan picks up a scalpel and slowly starts to cut round the base of Alfredo cock and slowly skins it head on or head off says Nathan head off  replies Alfredo Nathan slowly cuts through the back of the cockhead and holds up the removed skin and head, then places the scalpel against Alfredos balls skin them Alfredo says a few seconds later the balls are exposed, 6.30 theres a knock at the door  Nathan opens it, Delroy enters carrying a black case , 6.45 Alfredo asks everything ready,sure is says Nathan as he drives off after an hour Nathan pulls off the road onto a dirt track then stops at a pair of ornate gates he goes into a small gate house and comes back with a plastic bag , signed in he says passing the bag to Alfredo then getting back into the car and starts driving again  he pulls up next to a wall  Alfredo Nathan and Delroy get out of the car  Delroy picks a black case up out of the back of the car and go through a door in the wall,8.15 Nathan looks round over there he says pointing to a  30 inch curved steel frame ,Alfredo strips naked and puts his clothes into the bag  Delroy opens the black case and takes out a pair of leather shackles and fastens them to Alfredos wrists then a pair to his ankles then Alfredo walks over to the steel frame and nods Nathan comes over and cuts his balls off he then  kneels down Nathan fastens the leather shackles to the the frame  8.30 ,Delroy slips a rubber hood over Alfredos head and makes sure that the nose is blocked then fastens a rubber strap with a hole for the mouth round Alfredos head,Delroy then picks up a leather hood with a hole for the mouth and slips it over Alfredos head and fastens it under his chin ,Delroy next picks up a 3 inch deep leather collar and fastens it round Alfredo neck then fastens small straps from the leather hood to the collar  then secures the collar to the top of the frame,9am Delroy strips off his 15 inch ×2 cock springs erect he stands in front of Alfredo Nathan checks every things secured then nods his head, 9.05  Delroy pushes his cock against the mouth opening in the leather hood his cock head enters it then stops he checks all the straps securing Alfredos head to the collar and frame are still tight 9.08 Delroy pushes harder his cock slides through the hole in the gag it slowly slides through till it’s in full length  Drlroy pulls out Alfredo takes deep breath Delroy pushes back in Alfredos jaw bones break his chests heaving as Delroys cock slowly chokes him to death Alfredos breathing gets laboured as he chokes, 9.30 Nathan looks at Alfredos chest Delroy pulls out of Alfredos mouth theres spasmodic shaking then his body stops moving,dead says Nathan picking up a knife and cutting Alfresos erect skinned cock off       Alecx 

Rough Red by EdwinJ

Rough Red stood by the bed, bare-chested, his jeans unbuttoned, his

workboots half laced. He lit a cigarette and exhaled a few puffs as

he looked down on his latest victim. The victim he knew only as Tim.

Tim, the young kid he picked up at the bar only two hours before.

Rough Red stood with a hardon in his jeans as he looked down at

Tim’s naked body sprawled across the bed. His eyes bulging, tongue

protruding and the leather cord tightly wound around his neck. Rough

Red admired Tim’s hard death cock. Tim’s cock remained hard even

though his body lay dead. There was still a few drops of death cum

dripping out and running down his thigh. Rough Red rubbed his hard

cock and took a couple of more puffs. He continued to think about

this night.

Only a few hours before he spotted Tim sitting at the bar. The

twenty-something, blonde hair, blued eyed jock would be an easy prey

for a quick fuck and a violent strangulation. This was not new to

Rough Red. He killed many times before. First the sex and then

strangulation with a leather cord. It didn’t take long before Rough

Red sided up to Tim and convinced him to come back to his Motel room

he had rented for the night.

Tim innocently climbed into his killer’s truck. Rough Red drove them

to the Motel.. He led Tim into the room and closed the door behind

him, turning the deadbolt. He pulled the curtains closed as he eyed

Tim’s slim body in his tight jeans and white t-shirt.

After a couple of shots of whiskey in the room Rough Red had Tim

stripped and lying naked on the bed. Tim was his for the night. He

rubbed his rough hands down Tim’s shaft as it stiffened and slapped

against his firm stomach. Precum spilled out his slit. Tim was fully

aroused. He wanted Red to fuck him so bad. Rough Red felt his own cock harden in his jeans as he

formulated his plan.

He got up from the bed, unbuttoned and removed his shirt, tossing it

to the side. He kicked off his workboots, unloosened his belt and

unzipped his jeans. His thick cock sprung out as he stepped out of

his jeans. Tim eyed Rough Red’s muscular body, his cock fully erect.

He climbed on the bed and straddled Tim. He slid his hard cock into

Tim. He gave Tim a fuck of his life. He pumped his big cock in him,

filling him with his hot man seed. Tim released his load as it

cascaded out landing on Rough Red’s bare chest and dripping back on

himself. Rough Red laid himself on Tim, roughly kissing Tim and rubbing his hands through his hair.

Tim felt Rough Red’s sweaty chest and matted hair against his own smooth chest.

When Rough Red spent the last of his cum he got off the bed and put on his

jeans. He threw his workboots on and approached the bed where Tim

lay, still orgasing and rubbing the warm cum on his chest and

dripping cock. Tim didn’t take notice as Rough Red pulled the

leather cord from his back pocket.

Rough Red climbed back on the bed. He straddled Tim and rubbed his chest as he nibbled at his neck. Tim

closed his eyes and enjoyed. He ran his hands up Red’s furry chest.

Rough Red methodically wrapped the cord in his hands and looped it

around Tim’s neck. Tim’s eyes flew open in surprise as he felt his

throat close in and gasping for air. Tim struggled, kicking and

thrashing. His palms slapped against Rough Red’s bare chest. Rough

Red’s cock began to throb in his jeans as he watched death come into

Tim’s eyes. Tim grasped at the cord tightening around his throat.

His naked body squirming under his killer. Tim pressed his hands

again against Rough Red’s chest, desperately trying to push him off.

Rough Red was much stronger, his grip got tighter. Tim’s cock grew

hard as his body began to shudder. Rough Red looked down into Tim’s

terrified eyes. His strong hands tugged the cord one last time as

Tim’s body weakened and then convulsed. His cock erupted, cascading

death cum. Tim’s hand’s slowly slid down his Red’s chest and fell to

the side. He convulsed once more and went limp. Tim was dead. Rough

Red released the cord and hovered above his victim. Tim’s dead eyes

blankly stared back.

Rough Red was reliving the whole strangling all over again

He snapped back. His cock was aching as he continued to admire his

kill. Rough Red took his last puff and threw the cigarette to the

floor, crushing it with his boot. He needed to relieve the strain in

his jeans. He unzipped his jeans and pulled out his stiff cock. He

stroked his cock only a few times as his cum gushed out and

splattered on Tim’s naked body.

Rough Red chuckled as he grabbed his shirt and tossed it over his

shoulder. He gave one last look at Tim on the bed and left the motel

room. Tim was the latest victim of the leather cord, serial

strangler.

He climbed into his truck and drove off. He reached over to the

glove compartment and pulled out another cord. He tucked it tightly

in his back pocket and begin to think about his next victim…… …

Boar hunt by Alecx45

Goood morning gentlemen welcome to our first boar hunt of the season says Harvey,please ensure you have all registered and paid any fees,aahh here  are the boars now says Harvey as a cattle truck pulls up a guy gets out and opens the back door,out he says  sternly  slowly 10 young guys with boar  hoods on  walk down the door,nice selection of boars says Charlie looking at the naked guys, all intact says Tobias  for naow they are says Harvey  let’s get 5 of the boars tethered says Harvey,Samuel takes a collar and fastens it round a lads neck then fastens it to a post he does the same to 5 more lads,lets have the boars into the wood says  Harvey Samual picks up a whip and cracks it towards the remaining  lads who run  dont damage the goods shout the shooters  they all laugh  rules says  Harvey first round  2 hours is using paint guns, next 2 hours boars are changed over then lunch break ,all boars then are in the woods  rifles issued  no head shots are allowed till after 5 pm all boars to be castrated after 5pm  spit roasting boars is extra fee ,let’s go shoot some boars says Harvey  the shooters run off into the woods  theres a few bangs as the first boar is found  then a scream what the hell says Harvey  as one of the shooters runs out of the wood what’s happened says Harvey one one one of the boars had dropped into a pit the guy gasps is it dead asks Harvey no but its impaled with 3 spikes,Harvey and Samuel follow the guy back to the pit ,they look down at a lad with 2 spikes through his belly and one through his chest what we going to do says one shooter Samual climbs down into the pit green paint he says  whose  green ,mine says a tall guy cut its throat says Harvey Samuel takes a knife out you want to do it asks Samual holding the knife out it’s your kill ,the tall guy climbs down into the pit he takes the knife and lifts the boars head  and slowly cuts its throat blood slowly drips from the boars cut throat,I’ll get you some help to remove it from the spikes says Harvey,continue he shouts as the shooters disperse ,theres more shots and shouts as the boars run through the woods,Harvey releases 2 of the tethered boars and leads them into the woods to the pit  get in there he says and release that boar they climb down and slowly lift the dead boar off the spikes  Samuel ties the boars arms and legs together then slips a 10 foot post through the loops ,you 2 carry it says Samuel they set off back through the woods the boars heads lolling back as they enter the meeting place  Harvey presses a air horn the shooters return  followed by the 4 remaining  boars,change boars over says Harvey Samuel releases the 5 boars tethered by their necks and sends them off in to the woods shooting starts again then another scream it’s one of the shooters shooting stops what’s the problem  shouts Harvey got my leg in a trap shouts the shooter we’ll get you help calls back Harvey,a boar breaks cover and presses the lever on the back of the trap the shooters legs released,the shooter looks at the boars collar silver he says the boar runs his left hand across his throat what says the shooter the boar moves his hand across his throat again,you gotta cut the boars throat says another shooter,but he got my leg out dont matter says the shooter,Harvey appears with Samuel what’s going on asks Harvey,boar released me says the shooter he says I have to cut the boars throat pointing at the other shooterreorieve this time says Harvey but he is your boar ,run says the shooter the boar turns and runs into the woods,theres another scream we have a trapped boar shouts a shooter Harvey,Samuel and the other 2 shooters run to the sound,theres a boar laid in a trap with 4 rows of 9 inch spikes through its body,you shoot it asks Harvey yes says the shooter,Samuel checks the shooters arm band then the boar it’s his says Samuel,Samuel hands the shooter a knife you want to cut its throat or keep it alive till after 5 keep it alive keep it alive Samuel and 2 of the shooters release the trap then drag the boar out to the meeting places air horn sounds lunch break calls Harvey the shooters eat the air horn sounds again ,collect your rifles and bullets  please gentlemen and remember no head shots till after 5pm there are 8 boars remaining all the boars are having their wrists and ankles at  tied at 6pm any boars remaining alive after 7pm will be tethered by the neck and shot in the head at point blank range ,the boars disperse then 5 minutes later the first rifle goes off the boar with a blue collar gets shot in the left leg and goes down the shooter puts the rifle against the boars head not allowed says another shooter the boar hobbled off theres more rifle shots then a scream as a boar is shot in the back,the silver collard boar had gone down it’s trying to crawl away and gets under a bush weres it gone says the shooter looking round ,theres a commotion to the shooter left what the fuck he says as another boar breaks cover the shooter holds his rifle up the boar points to a shooter lying down what the says the shooter the boar goes over and starts to check the shooter over then starts chest compressions the other shooter lowers his rifle get some help in here quickly he shouts the shooting  stops as Harvey and Samuel enter the wood looks like he’s having a heart attack says another shooter we’ll take over says Harvey to the boar,the boar moves his hand across his throat Samuel takes a knife out and hands it to one of the shooters who goes behind the boar he pulls thr boars head back and places the knife blade above the green collar you want him slow or quick the shooter asks the guy having the heart attack leave that boar alone gasps the shooter,the shooter with the knife looks at Harvey get him out of the wood says Harvey the boar can help,they carry the guy out ,spare this boar Harvey says the guy having the heart attack who are you boy asks not allowed to tell says Harvey back into the woods boar he turns and runs 5 minutes later the air horn sounds,you can now shoot the boars in the head the silver collard boar is found heres yours shouts a shooter the guy who shot the boar comes over I want to fuck it before I kill it he says undoing his trousers and shoving his cock into the boars ass the boar squeals as its penetrated squeal more says the guy the boar squeals the guy cums in its ass then gets up he picks up his rifle and places it against the boars head under it’s right ear a d squeezes the trigger the boars twitching as he squeezes the trigger twice more ,then drags the dead boar out of the wood,7 left says Harvey as another shot rings out that sounds like 6 as another dead boars dragged out the air horn sounds  the remaining 6  boars gather at the meeting place their hands are tied together then their ankles with 4 feet of rope,the boars set off into the wood 45 minutes calls Harvey as the shooters set off theres more shots ring out then a scream we have an impaled boar shouts a shooter Harvey and Samuel run into the wood to the sound the boars gone backwards says the shooter and slipped onto that stake it’s gone in his ass and out his chest what we going to do,your descision says Harvey  has your boar I want him alive says the shooter they drag the boar off and drag it to the meeting place 4 left says Harvey as the air horn goes  off the shooters and 4 boars exit the woods,tether thr boars to those posts says Harvey the shooters tie the boars by their  necks to short posts,gentlemen we have 4 boars left if the shooters who have the arm bands matching the boars collars would like to step up please 4 shooters step up the guy who had the heart attack has a green arm band  yours says Harvey take his hood off not allowed says  Harvey fuck man I’ve paid enough for this boar hut says the guy ,OJ says Harvey hese boars Samuel removes the gren collard boars hood Wayne ssys Senator Jenkins as a shot rings out   theres more shots as the rest of the boars are shot

Nick and the Rentboy by EdwinJ

Nick decided he was going to get himself a rent boy for the evening. He fired up his computer and went to rentboys .com. He scanned a few pages and then spotted the one he wanted. A young kid no more than twenty caught his attention. His name was Chad. His profile pic had him posed in jeans, shirtless. Nick admired the slim lad. His chest was smooth with a nice set of pecs and slim waist. He shot him a message. Chad responded quick. They bantered a bit and Nick asked if he was into a bit of kinky roleplay and leather. Chad responded he was for a price. Nick got right to the point of price, time and location. He told Chad he wanted him for the night. Money no problem. Chad told him he rented a room at a Motel 6 for his tricks. He gave Nick the room number and which Motel 6 it was.

Chad got ready for the night ahead. He dressed in a tight pair of cut off shorts and a tight sleeveless tee and flipflops as requested by Nick. He wondered what Nick would be like. Chad was new to this and the money was good. He never thought of the dangers of being a rentboy. He had heard of a couple of escorts being murdered by their clients but he never thought it would happen to him. He had no idea Nick was going to strangle him to death before the evening was done.

Nick parked his truck in the Motel parking lot. He grabbed the duffle bag with his props and went to the door. He wrapped on the door. Chad opened the door to let him in, nearly dropping his jaw when he got a look at Nick. Nick entered and closed the door as he dropped the bag to the floor. Chad took in the sight of Nick. Dressed in tight jeans, t-shirt that hugged his muscled build and black leather boots. Chad had an instant hardon.

Nick liked what he saw. “Nice slutty look baby” he said to Chad. Nick handed the money to Chad and Chad placed it on the nightstand.

Nick grabbed Chad and gave him a deep kiss. Chad ran his hands over Nick’s shirt feeling the power beneath it. Nick stepped back and removed his shirt. He pulled Chad’s shirt off and ran his rough hands down Chad’s smooth chest. “Nice baby, nice”. He ran his hands down to Chad’s ass and squeezed tight. “Yeah this ass is going to do real fine for me”

Chad explored Nick’s hairy chest. He licked his nipples. His tongue made its way down his chest to his stomach and to his treasure trail. He undid Nick’s leather belt with his teeth. He nuzzled Nick’s crotch. He felt Nick’s wood through his jeans, hard and hot.

Nick picked up Chad and threw him to the bed. He landed on his back and Nick removed his shorts. Chad lay there naked, his cock fully erected and oozing with precum. He wanted Nick bad. Nick kicked his boots off and stepped out of his jeans. His cock was erected straight up against his hard stomach. Clear precum dripped out of his pisshole and ran down his shaft. He looked down at Chad and smiled. He wanted to fuck him hard. Nick climbed in the bed and spread Chad’s legs. He entered Chad and began to fuck him. Chad took it in and moved to the rhythm of Nick’s fucking. His huge cock slammed Chad over and over. Chad’s hard and wet cock was pressed against Nick’s stomach ready to explode. Chad and Nick were chest to chest as Nick fucked harder and harder. “I’m cumming” yelled Nick. His cock erupted and he let out his man seed inside Chad. Chad blew his load as he felt it explode out between them. Nick’s hot semen filled Chad’s ass. Chad’s cum felt warm and gooey between the two. Nick collapsed on top of Chad and let out a sigh of relief. The two kissed passionately. Nick softened and pulled out and off Chad rolling to his side. Chad ran his hands over Nick’s sweaty chest. He played with the cum and licked a bit off.

Nick turned to Chad, “Ready for a little game baby”? “Are you ready for daddy’s kink”?

Chad smiled and nodded yes. Nick got off the bed and went for his bag. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and dangled them over Chad. “What are those for” asked Chad. “Just to keep you secure baby. Don’t worry it’s our little game” said Nick. Nick took Chad’s hands and cuffed them to the headboard above his head. Chad was securely cuffed to the bed. Chad was a little nervous but thought this was all part of Nick’s game. Nick got off the bed, He grabbed his boots and the bag and headed into the bathroom. Chad lay naked and cuffed to the bed. He heard the shower. He waited and heard the water stop.

After a few minutes Nick emerged from the bathroom. Chad’s cock became hard immediately as he took in the sight of Nick. Nick was dressed in tight leather pants showing his bulge. He was shirtless, black boots a black leather hat and wearing black leather gloves. Chad was ready to cream all over again as his hard cock twitched. Nick looked sexy, manly and dangerous. He stood silently at the end of the bed staring down at Chad’s naked body. He clinched one hand and slapped it into the other as he pumped his muscled chest at Chad. Chad stared at this hunk of a man. Nick adjusted his gloves tighter as he climbed on the bed and straddled Chad. Chad squirmed a bit under him as he stared up at Nick. Nick kept silent as he breathed heavy in and out staring down at Chad.

Nick ran his hands across Chad’s chest. He placed his other gloved hand on Chad’s cock and squeezed it hard and firm. Bits of cum oozed out. Chad loved the feeling. “oh baby you were just what I wanted” said Nick as he clamped his gloved hand on Chad’s mouth and nose blocking off his air. Chad jerked a bit and tried to move. “Smell that leather baby, smell it” He squeezed Chad’s cock tighter as more precum oozed out onto the glove.

. Chad tried to breathe. muffled sounds came from him. His eyes were wide open. Nick let go. Chad took in a breath of air. Just that quick Nick smothered him again. Chad’s body squirmed under Nick. Nick felt his cock stiffen in his leather pants.  Nick let go again. Chad exhaled’ “Please stop”. Nick chuckled “You wanted this baby, this is what I paid for”. Chad became frightened. He pleaded. Nick ignored him and placed his hand down again blocking Chad’s air. He held tight. Chad smelled the leather. He let go again and gripped his gloves tight.

“Oh baby you were good”. Nick wrapped his hands around Chad’s throat and began to strangle him. Chad felt the hard grip and the feel of the leather wrapped around his throat. He began to buck. His hands shook violently in the cuffs banging the headboard. Nick gripped harder. His hands were like a vice around Chad’s throat. “Die you little whore, die” he said. “Whore’s like you deserve this”. Chad’s body shook under Nick. His hands flailing in the cuffs as Nick strangled him harder. Chad knew he was going to die. His head pounded, his ears rang. His whole body pained. Nick’s cock was rock hard. Chad felt his ready to explode. With one final grip and squeeze Nick strangled him to death crushing his throat. Chad’s cock blew its last load up Nick’s chest. His body arched and dropped to the mattress. His hands flicked in the cuffs and stopped. His body convulsed one last time and stopped. Chad was dead. His eyes gazed wide open at the ceiling. His body lay still.

Nick kept his hands tight around Chad’s throat and flopped his head back and forth. He released his hands from his throat and hovered over him admiring his kill. Nick stated softly “Noone’s  gonna miss ya”, nothing but a dirty whore”.

Nick had to release his load. He unzipped and inserted his cock into Chad’s mouth. He throat fucked him and spewed his load in his mouth. Cum spilled out and ran down his cheeks. Nick got off the bed and removed his gloves. He shoved one in Chad’s gaping mouth. He shoved the other glove’s middle finger and shoved it up Chad’s ass.

 Nick grabbed his jeans and shirt and threw them in his bag. He picked up Chad’s shirt and wiped the cum off his chest then dropped it to the floor. He grabbed the bag and headed out of the room. He looked back at Chad one last time. His naked body lay sprawled and cuffed to the bed, fucked and strangled. The cum on his naked body was beginning to dry. Nick took in the wonderful sight.

Nick left the money on the stand and chuckled. He headed to his truck. As he climbed in he noticed a young lad standing at another door staring at Nick. He quickly entered the room and shut the door. “Oh fuck” thought Nick. “I can’t have a witness”. Nick climbed back out of the truck. He didn’t bother putting his shirt on. He headed to the guy’s motel door. ‘Knock, knock’…………………….

Nick and the Hustler by EdwinJ

Nick stepped from the shower and admired himself in the mirror. Even

at age 38 he still looked awesome. His huge muscular chest, his

massive arms and biceps flexed to perfection. He eyed his naked body

and stared at his massive cock erect straight up to its 10″ as he

thought of his evening ahead. His killer body was ready for another

night. His urges were stirring and tonight he needed release. He

would be on the hunt.

Nick was in construction by trade, a bodybuilder for show, and

concealed a dark side. The dark side was a muscle beast killer who

liked to snuff young hustlers and fags.

Nick dressed in his tight jeans. His thighs massive, his bulge

revealing a huge cock beneath. He slipped on a white t-shirt, his

leather jacket and black saddle boots. He placed 3 $100 dollar bills in his

pocket. Nick climbed in his truck and headed for the Gay Bar noted

for hustlers on the take.

Nick parked his truck and entered the bar. It was close to midnight. The place was packed with young

studs. Nick sat at the bar and cruised the room. His massive

presence caught quite a few eyes. Nick spotted a young kid no older

than 21 eyeing him up and down. The kid was dressed in jeans, a

sleeveless t and boots. He wore a thick gold chain around his neck.

Nick picked him out as his victim for the night. The hustler would

soon be fucked and strangled before the night was over.

Nick lumbered over to the kid. 

“How much”? 

“$100 per hour” he replied. “JD’s the name” the hustler stated. 

“I’m Nick, now let’s talk business” retorted Nick.

JD’s cock pained in his jeans. He was in awe of this muscular stud and wanted him and the money bad. He

stared at Nick’s bulge in his crotch following the shaft trailing

down his left thigh. Nick flashed the $100 dollar bills and

suggested they take it to a motel. JD agreed.

Nick put his massive arm around his shoulders and led him out of the bar and to his

truck. JD’s fate was sealed as he climbed into the truck and closed

the door. Nick placed his hand on JD’s thigh as they headed to the

motel. JD’s cock was rock hard and his jeans were warm to the touch.

A wet spot formed on his crotch as Nick rubbed. JD glanced at Nick’s

massive arms stretched in the leather jacket as he drove.

They arrived at the motel and Nick parked away from the office. The

motel was noted for local hustlers’ one night stands. Nick handed JD

some money and told him to go rent a room. “Tell them a room for

one, no need for them to know there are two”. JD entered the office

and returned shortly with the key. Nick grabbed a bottle of body oil

from the truck. He met JD at motel room door and grabbed the key

from him, unlocking the door. He led JD into the room. Nick bolted

the door behind him and drew the curtains tight. No chance of

witnesses he thought. Nick placed the oil on the dresser.

JD wanted the cash up front. Nick pulled out $200 dollars and handed

it to JD. “I’m yours for the next two hours” stated JD. “You’re so right”

replied Nick. JD placed the money on the nightstand and turned to

Nick.

Nick removed his jacket and set it on the chair. His muscles

were bulging through his shirt. His tight shirt revealed his massive

chest underneath. His chest hairs crept up above his collar and his

dark erect nipples pressed against the fabric.

Nick noticed JD’s cock was rock hard under his jeans as he stood

before him. Nick embraced JD squeezing his massive arms around him.

His body towered over him. JD’s cock throbbed under his jeans.

Nick could feel his own cock stirring to an uncomfortable pain in

his jeans. He told JD to strip.

JD removed his shirt and kicked off his boots. His smooth chest and erect nipples gleamed of sweat in

the motel light. His gold neck chain sparkled around his neck. He

took off his jeans revealing an 8″ thick cock. He stood naked before

Nick, his cock fully erected and oozing precum. Nick picked him up

with one arm and laid him on his back on the bed. He played with

JD’s neck chain in his fingers as he deep kissed him with his

tongue. He caressed his chest and nibbled at his erect nipples. He

worked his tongue down his chest and stomach making his way down to

JD’s pulsating cock. JD felt Nick’s hard cock pressed against him

through the fabric of his jeans.

Nick got up from the bed. He wanted to give JD a show. He untucked

his shirt from his jeans and slid it slowly his up his chest,

shoulders and over his head exposing his bare chest. He tossed his

shirt to the side and posed for JD. JD looked up from the bed at

Nick, his chest massive with a perfect matt of hair fanning across

his abs, around his 3″ nipples and the trail running down to the top

of his thick leather belt.  He posed and flexed as JD’s cock

twitched and leaked precum. He glanced at himself in the mirror. He

admired his own hulking body. JD stared at his bare back and looked

at his reflection in the mirror. Nick stared back in the mirror at

JD and continued to pose. JD had no clue this was going to be his

last fuck. His life soon to end at the hands of Nick.

Nick unbuckled his belt, pulling it from the loops with one tug, tossing it to the

chair with his jacket. He unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped. His

cock flew out straight out, fully erected to its 10″. It slapped

back, straight up against his hard stomach. He kicked off his boots and climbed out of

his jeans.

He climbed on the bed and straddled his massive body on JD. JD ran

his hands up his chest and cupped his hard nipples. He caressed

Nick’s muscles and chest hair. Nick curled his biceps as JD pressed

his fingers against them. They were rock hard. Nick moved down and

spread JD’s legs exposing his hole. He lifted his legs and placed

them on his muscular shoulders. Nick slapped his hard cock on his

ass and slowly entered. JD felt his cock entering and clamped tight

holding it in. Nick began to pump. His thrusts became harder and

harder. JD screamed out in pleasurable pain. His hands rubbed Nick’s

massive arms as Nick fucked him harder and harder. They found their way across his muscular chest as 

he took in his cock.

Nick felt himself ready to explode. Nick erupted his load up JD’s ass as JD cascaded his own cum between

the two. Nick collapsed on JD as they both completed their orgasms.

His cock stayed semi-hard as he pulled out. Nick rolled over and got

off the bed. The fucking was finished. He grabbed his jeans and

boots and headed for a shower. He ordered JD to stay on the bed and

wait. JD lay sprawled naked on the bed. He listened to the water

running and then stop.

Nick came out of the bathroom and stood at the end of the bed. He

was shirtless, dressed in his jeans and boots. Nick picked up his

belt and looped it back through his jeans.

He buckled it as he moved to the dresser, picked up his bottle of oil and started to apply it

to his chest and arms. He looked at his reflection in the mirror,

his chest and arms were slicked with oil and glistening. Nick loved

to kill his victims bare-chested. He wanted them to see his massive

muscles pumped and strained as they died. He felt his cock start to

harden in his jeans as he thought of what he was going to do to JD.

His reflection in the mirror stared back at JD laying on the bed. JD

could see his menacing eyes looking at him.

Something didn’t feel right with JD. JD felt fear as Nick turned and approached the bed. Nick made a fist

with his right hand and punched his left palm a few times as he

hovered over JD. JD’s naked body vulnerable to the bare-chested

killer approaching.

JD leaped from the bed and headed for the door.

Nick’s massive arm reached out, grabbed him by the hair and tossed

him to the floor. JD tried again. He felt the hard boot kick his

ribs CRAACK. JD screamed. Nick reached down and picked him up by the

throat tossing him towards the dresser. His body crashed on top

hitting and shattering the mirror. Shards of glass pierced his back

as blood started to trickle out. Nick pulled him off and threw him

across the room. His body hurtled across the room and smashed

against the wall. He slid down stunned. Blood started to trickle

from his nose and mouth. His body was hurting. Nick smirked and

approached. JD looked up at his menacing killer. His chest glistened

with oil and sweat. The veins in his arms and chest were bulging.

His cock was fully engorged under his jeans. He gave him a hard kick

again in the ribs with his boot. JD felt a few ribs crack, the pain

searing through his chest. His heart beat in terror. Nick lifted him

by the throat and pressed him flat against the wall. JD’s arms and

legs beat against the wall. Nick’s massive hand tightening around

his throat. His muscles bulged. JD looked into his killer eyes. Nick

bear hugged him and began to squeeze tight. JD felt like his back bones

were breaking. He screamed and kicked in pain.

Nick threw him back on the bed. His arms and hands flailed as Nick mounted him. He

grabbed the neck chain and started to twist tight. JD gasped as the

chain dug in. His cock hardened as he struggled. He gasped trying to

take in air. His hands reached out and slapped against Nick’s chest.

He tried to push Nick away but the oil only made his hands keep

sliding from Nick’s chest. Nick twisted harder. Nick felt his cock

hard and throbbing in his jeans. He was enjoying the moment and

ready to cum as he killed.

JD’s legs kicked wildly as his thrashing became weaker. Nick gave one last twist of the chain. He could hear his esophagus crush as it embedded his throat. JD shuddered and convulsed once and stopped. His hands fell to his side. JD was dead. His dead eyes stared up at Nick. Nick shot his 

load in his jeans as JD died. JD cascaded a death load of cum up Nick’s back. Nick felt the hot cum hit his bare back and begin 

to drip down into the crevice of his jeans.

Nick got up. JD’s body lay sprawled across the bed, eyes wide open,

naked, fucked, beaten and strangled to death.

Nick picked up the money from the stand and tucked it in his pocket. “Have no need for

this anymore, thanks for the free fuck”. He unzipped his jeans and

scooped his cum in his hand. He smeared it across JD’s face and

lips, wiping his hand clean. He grabbed his shirt and jacket,

tossing them over his shoulders. He gave one last look at the naked

and contorted body sprawled across the bed and left the room. Nick had satisfied

his murderous urges again.

JD’s body was found the next morning. M.E. determined the victim was raped and strangled. The police ruled it as another gay hook-up gone bad. No further investigation would take place.

Bootlicker’s Last fuck by EdwinJ

Nick entered the gay bar. It was a late Saturday night. As usual his intent was to pick up a young stud, bring him home for sex and strangle him. He looked over the room and saw a few pickings he liked.

On the other side of the bar a young good-looking guy caught Nick’s sight. His cock stiffened in his pants as he took in Nick’s looks. Nick’s white t-shirt clung to his muscular chest. His nipples hardened against the fabric. His jeans tight against his thighs, his package bulging. No one would be able to resist him tonight.

The kid got up and moved next to Nick. He noticed Nick’s black leather boots and was instantly turned on. Nick turned and gave him a nod.

“Bootlicker.”

“What?” said Nick.

“Nickname’s Bootlicker,” said the guy. “Great boots you got there.”

 “Thanks, Nick’s the name, nice to meet you.”

Bootlicker bought Nick a drink. He was hoping for a score. Nick played along. He took a good look at Bootlicker and decided he would be the one.  Bootlicker was going to be murdered.

The two had a few more drinks. Their conversation turned to kinks they both had. Bootlicker told Nick he got into leather and especially liked leather boots and gloves. Nick smiled.

“Wanna try it?” he asked. Bootlicker nodded. He told Nick he had a place and they could both go there. Nick agreed. They left the bar and headed to Bootlicker’s place. Nick told him they could go in his truck. He would bring Bootlicker back in the morning for his car.  Bootlicker climbed in. He had no idea he was taking home a serial killer.

Bootlicker showed Nick in. Nick grabbed Bootlicker by the back of his neck and pressed his lips against his. “Let’s get to the bedroom,” Nick whispered, “I want to do you good.” Bootlicker led him to the bedroom.

Both guys cocks were hard in their jeans. Bootlicker removed his shirt. He removed his shoes and jeans standing naked in front of Nick. His cock rock hard and dripping precum. The two kissed as Nick ran his hands down Bootlicker’s neck and chest. He squeezed his oozing cock. Bootlicker’s cock throbbed. Nick pushed Bootlicker’s face down to his crotch as he removed his shirt. Bootlicker licked at the wet spot on Nick’s jeans. He felt his hard, hot cock underneath. His hands made their way up Nick’s hairy chest. He felt his hard pecs and erect nipples. Nick undid his belt and jeans. His hard cock sprung out slapping Bootlicker’s lips. Bootlicker licked the precum from his cock.  He worked his way down to Nick’s boots and started to lick each one slowly. “Yeah, lick those boots baby,” said Nick. The scent of the boots made Bootlicker harder. Nick’s cock dripped precum landing on the back of Bootlicker’s neck.

Nick lifted him up and laid him on his back on the bed. He removed his boots and jeans and climbed on top of Bootlicker. Bootlicker ran his hands up Nick’s chest. His chest hair felt so good on his hands. The two embraced. Bootlicker spread his legs. Nick entered and started to fuck Bootlicker. The two moved in rhythm. Nick fucked hard. They were chest to chest as the two bodies grinded against each other. “I’m going to cum” screamed Bootlicker. Nick was ready to explode also. Bootlicker let his load explode out. He and Nick felt the warmth of the cum against their stomachs. Nick shot his load into Bootlicker, thrusting hard as his hot semen filled his hole. Nick collapsed on Bootlicker and kissed his neck and lips. He pulled out and rolled over. Bootlicker ran his hands down Nick’s chest wet and sticky with his cum. He worked his way down and played with the cum and Nick’s wet cock.

Nick knew it was time to kill Bootlicker. He got off the bed and put on his jeans and boots as he remained quiet looking down at Bootlicker. He spotted a pair of Bootlicker’s leather gloves on the dresser. Bootlicker noticed Nick was staring at the gloves. ‘Go ahead, try them on”. Nick picked up the gloves and turned to Bootlicker. He watched as Nick slowly put each glove on. Nick smirked at Bootlicker as he deliberately put them on each hand.  They were tight and snug. Bootlicker started to get aroused again. He laid naked in the bed staring at Nick, standing shirtless in his jeans, boots and leather gloves. The sight made him hard. He liked the sexy and dangerous look Nick had. Nick smirked and climbed back on the bed. He straddled Bootlicker and looked down at him. Bootlicker was hard. He ran his hands up Nick’s chest thanking him for the fuck. Nick ran his hands up and down Bootlicker’s chest across his face and under his nose. Bootlicker took in the scent and feel of the leather. He had no idea of Nick’s plans and the danger he was in. Nick leaned in giving him another kiss knowing what he was about to do.

Nick moved his hands around Bootlicker’s neck. Bootlicker liked the feel. Nick began to squeeze harder and harder. Bootlicker became uncomfortable. His breathing became harder as Nick squeezed. He looked up at Nick. Nick’s face was different, evil, glaring eyes. Bootlicker became scared as Nick tightened the grip.

“You like leather Bitch? You’re getting it—time to die fucker!” he heard Nick state.

Bootlicker tried to push Nick off. He pressed his hands against Nick’s chest with no luck. He grasped at the leather gloves trying to pry them off. It was like a vice grip. Bootlicker was scared. He realized Nick was strangling him to death. His naked body thrashed under Nick in a desperate attempt to escape. No use, Nick was stronger and had him pinned down on the bed. He slapped Nick’s chest and back to the gloves, clawing at them. His hands reached out to Nick’s face and chest. At one point he scratched Nick’s chest pissing him off more. Nick gripped harder. Bootlicker was fading. His cock pulsating, his body was writhing with pain. He struggled hard beneath Nick. He couldn’t believe he was being strangled to death in his own bed. Nick cock was getting hard again in his jeans. Nick gave one last hard grip around Bootlicker’s neck, one last thrust, crushing his throat, killing him.  Bootlicker’s cock let loose as he died. His cum cascaded up Nick’s stomach and chest. His body convulsed once, his hands slowly slid down Nick’s chest and fell to the bed. Bootlicker was dead. His body lay still. Drips of death cum trickled from his slit and ran down his thigh.

Nick removed his hands from his neck and kneeled above him. He admired his kill for a bit. He kissed him on the forehead and got off the bed. He removed the leather gloves and used them to wipe the cum off his stomach and chest. He tossed the gloves down on Bootlicker’s naked body. One landed aside him, the other on his chest. “There’s your leather, bitch. You were a good fuck.”  Nick’s cock pulsed inside his jeans. He needed release again. He unzipped and whipped out his cock as it spurted out cum landing across Bootlicker’s face. Nick grabbed his shirt, not bothering to put it back on, tucking it in his back pocket. He looked at Bootlicker’s naked body sprawled across the bed one last time. His neck and head contorted. His eyes frozen in time staring up at the ceiling, fucked and strangled. Nick was sexually satisfied. Nick left the apartment, climbed in his truck and headed home.

Torture and Snuffing of a Young Muscle God by Tecpatl

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I saw the teasing photo he posted: lifting up a tight t shirt to show rippling abs, a bulging pec, a left nipple. A photo to show he had built himself into a muscle god. He said that his name was Luis Adam Bree. Real or not, I didn’t care. He said he wanted to be tamed, to be humiliated and punished. That said all I wanted to know about him. That he knew what he was, this waiter/bartender in his late twenties. Meat. Beautiful and well shaped. But meat. Nothing more.

I messaged him to find out what he meant by saying he was very kinky. He wanted to role play over Skype first. I said no. He wanted photos of me. I said no. I told him what I looked like made no difference to meat like him that deserved punishment. I told him to send more photos , and these nude. And he did. I told him to describe the kinky sexual encounters he had had. He did. In detail. He was mine already. I gave him the address of my house outside London. I gave him a date and a time that we could play at his punishment. And for the next two weeks I answered none of his messages.

He was precise, I’ll give him that. My bell rang at exactly the appointed time. I opened the door and he stepped inside, wearing the tight t and jeans of that first picture. I instructed him to stand, hands behind his back, legs spread, eyes ahead. I cupped my hand around the impressive cock and balls beneath the jeans, looking him in the eyes. He smiled as he grew hard and started to say he was pleased to finally meet me. I cuffed him hard across the mouth. I needed no words from him.

I took my time going to get a sharp knife. When I returned he stood stock still where he had been. I started to slowly shred the tight t, exposing his nipples. When he objected about how he couldn’t go home without a shirt I cuffed him again and pressed the point of the knife against his throat. I told him he would walk home totally naked if that was what I told him to do. I went back to my work shredding. His nipples were hard by the time I cut the collar of the t and it dropped to the floor. I started work on the jeans next. Cutting off piece by piece starting at his ankles, watching the cock strain against the crotch, darkening it with precum. It took a while, as I intended, until he stood naked, still with legs spread, hands behind his back, and eyes focused on a spot on the wall across from the front door. His cock stood out from his crotch, nicely hard.

I walked around him, close but not touching, inhaling his scent, feeling the heat coming off of his skin, inspecting every bit of his exposed flesh. When I stood behind him, I put an arm around his chest and drew him to me. I put my other hand over his nose and mouth, clamping them shut as I pulled his head against my shoulder. He tensed but stayed still. I held him as I felt his chest start to strain for air under my arm, and his heart to pound. Then his chest started to heave. As his hands grabbed for mine, I released him and stepped around him, punching him hard in his heaving stomach and cuffing him against the mouth. He was doubled over gasping for breath. I grabbed his hair and pulled his face up near mine. There were bruises beginning under the scruff around his mouth, and a trickle of blood. I told him calmly and slowly to stand with hands behind his back, legs spread, and eyes straight ahead. He did as told. I waited as his breath returned to normal.

I told him there would be no more words between us. I told him we were going to my playroom where I would begin his true humiliation. I repeated the safe word he had used with another partner. I knew it from the account he had sent to show how kinky he could be. I asked if he remembered it. He opened his mouth to speak, and then remembered, and nodded instead. I told him there were no safe words here. That that was how kinky I was. I told him I would punish him until I was satisfied and that he had no more say about what happened to him. I asked if he understood. He nodded. I told him it made no difference whether he understood or agreed. Nothing about him made any more difference. He nodded again. His cock was still hard. I took hold of it and led him to the basement.

I had made only one improvement to my basement to make it a playroom. On one wall was a large mirror I had acquired from a dance studio that had gone out of business. I liked my boys to watch their own humiliation. As you have probably guessed, this is not the first time I have taught a boy the hard lesson of punishment. There have been other boys who wanted to suffer pain. There have been others who have had to watch what was happening to their bodies as they slowly figured out that, no matter what we had agreed, there were no safe words here. And that I was never satisfied with their punishment. There have been others. This was merely the prettiest. And the first to be led down those stairs knowing he could not call a stop to what was going to happen.

I led them by their cocks because it made the stairs awkward. Luis Adam Bree only stumbled once, but he kept his hands behind his back and did not fall. Still his bow legged gait was hardly the elegant movement he probably expected out of his finely tuned body. Humiliation took many forms. And there would be no more elegance in this young man’s life. I led him to the center of the dank, bare room, facing his reflection in the mirror. He could look at the darkening bruises on his face. He could wonder how much they would show at work next week. He could wonder what other marks his body might have by then. He could wonder what it would feel like when he came. He could wonder if there would be a next week for him. He could wonder what death would feel like, and how he would react. He could wonder many things. I left, locking the house. He could not escape. 

I ran some errands. I had a nice dinner at the restaurant where he waited tables. It was hours before I returned.

When I did, he was standing just as instructed. On the concrete floor between his legs was a puddle. He really had not moved. I grabbed the back of his head, forcing him down on his knees, not an easy movement on stiff legs with hands still behind him. But he was strong. I forced his face down to the puddle, my face close to his. To watch. He knew what I wanted. And I knew what he wanted. Humiliation. He started to lick. He gagged a couple of times. The floor was dirty. The piss smelled strong. But I didn’t let him up until the puddle was gone. Then I took his wrists and stretched his arms high, tying them to hooks set into the ceiling. I stepped to a cabinet against the wall and took off my own clothes, folding them on top of it. My body was not as impressive as his, but that was not the point of being naked. I wanted to feel flesh quivering in pain against my own. I took a cat o’ nine tails out of a drawer. It was spiked. He saw it as I stepped up behind him. He gripped the ropes that tied him. He set his jaw. But he made no sound.

I cracked it across his back. He gave a little grunt, and shook his head as if to shake off the shock of the sharp pain. Red lines opened up on his right shoulder blade. Blood began to trickle. The second crack was harder, and his body shook at the blow. The third caught in the flesh of his shoulder and I dragged it across, shredding his back like I shredded his t shirt. I switched hands and began again on his left side. His body shuddered at each blow. Again and again and again. He gave little grunts and moans, but did not cry out. He was hanging now by his wrists, but he was stretched so tight he was still on his feet. I could see his face in the mirror, his eyes watching every blow. I saw his determination to prove himself. To prove the strength of this body he had built. To prove the only thing about himself that was worth anything to him. Or to me.

I stepped back and admired the sight before me. The red stripes crisscrossing the muscles of the back. The shredded flesh. The bright red blood flowing. The sheen of sweat. The ripples as he heaved in air. I saw him looking at me in the mirror and I smiled at him in approval. He nodded. I placed the whip on he floor and walked around, standing face to face with him, close. Our chests rubbed against each other, our nipples hardening. My cock, long and stiffening, rubbed against his. His reacted as it started to get hard again. I wrapped my arms around him, smearing my hands in the blood of his back. Then, staying close, I used my fingers to write. I started with his left pec, over his heart. I was writing backwards, again and again pressing my fingers in the wounds of his back to get fresh blood. I held his eyes, to see if he was figuring out what I was writing. Both of our cocks were hard now. Brushing against each other’s legs. It was short, what I was writing. Ten letters. Three words. But I took my time. Savoring the intimacy. As he was, I think. I wrote the last word across his belly, his rock hard abs. And then I stepped back, still watching his eyes. Their focus shifted, looking at his torso in the mirror. Looking at the words I had written backwards so they were forwards in the mirror. And then his eyes got wide, and wild. He started shaking his head, muttering no, no, no. So he had been holding out hope then. He hadn’t really let himself believe where this was going. Just a game for him. A role play. I turned to look at what he was seeing. At the mirror, where his body read, “Gut me. Alive.”

I went to the cabinet and took out a knife. A gutting knife. I placed it on the floor near the mirror, where he could see himself and the knife together. Then I stepped back close to him, taking care not to smear my message. His cock was limp now, his nipples flat. He was afraid, tamed. So he did not resist when I put my hand behind his head and pulled his face to mine, when I kissed him deep. He returned the kiss after a while, although his cock stayed limp. Then I left him to the knife and the message and his imagination. Imagination about pain and blood and death could be torture on its own. I had a strong feeling though, that for Luis Adam Bree, there had been many nights when imagination about pain and blood and death had been ecstasy. Tonight, if he was lucky, it would be both.

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When I returned to my basement playroom he looked up to watch me come down the steps. His eyes were red-rimmed, like he had been crying. He was finding death wasn’t like his fantasy. So strong, he thought he was, strong enough to enjoy torture and even dying. So before I destroyed his body, I would destroy that, any chance that he would enjoy what I did to him.

I walked up to him and ran my hand along his cheek, running my hands over his impressive pecs, running my thumbs around and around his nipples until they grew hard again, running my hands over his hard abs and the v of his hips until I cupped his balls with one hand and grasped his cock in my other. It was a gentle caress, and his cock leapt to erection in my hand. His body was young, and always straining for pleasure. But I saw the hope come back in his eyes as well. I sneered at him. And spit in his face. His cock stayed hard. I could see he enjoyed it.

One of the fantasies on the site that young Mr Bree and I enjoyed was that a young man could have his best orgasm as he died, spraying cum everywhere. The difference was that I knew it was a fantasy. Young Mr Bree was expecting it to be real. So I was about to turn his expectation into frustration. 

I moved around behind him, enjoying running my hands over the firm mounds of his butt. I moved two fingers into his crack, exploring his hole. His body quivered in delight, and he spread his legs expecting my cock to be thrust in next. But I simply explored until I found the spongy prostate inside him and began to rub. If I had used my other hand to stroke his cock, used my tongue to lick his butt, had given him any other pleasure, he would most likely have shot cum across the room. But I was not interested in his pleasure. So I simple rubbed his prostate. It took a while, but eventually I got what I wanted. His milky cum dribbling out of his now not-quite-erect cock. It made quite a puddle by the time it stopped. It would have made for an impressive and fulfilling orgasm. But this milking would leave his balls empty and unable to cum for longer than it was going to take him to die. And it would leave his body, I had been told, aching to cum, but not able to. Mr Bree would get nothing but pain and frustration out of his dying.

I moved around to face him again, wiping my fingers on his chest, smearing the words I had written. He had a puzzled look, looking from the puddle of wasted cum to me. Not understanding what I had just done, or why. In the stories that we read, that Mr Bree had even written, the torturer wanted the young buck to cum. Or he enjoyed the pain enough to cum. Or his body just came at the last second. This was not the stories. This was ugly and painful reality. My reality.

He took a breath and started to speak. I raised my hand and he cut the words off, flinching from the expected blow. I lowered my hand, smiled and walked over to my cabinet of toys. I had been thinking over our little break about how I would end this Luis Adam Bree. I read responses to his photo on the site. People saying what they would do to him if they had the chance. I took perverse pleasure in the fact that the object of their lust was hanging from the joists that supported the floor under my chair.  I even hacked his account and posted a photo of his cock and balls that he had sent me. I thought they deserved the chance to beat off over them while I enjoyed the real thing. At last I remembered how my cock loved shredding his t shirt to expose that beautiful torso. So I opened a drawer and took out an extremely sharp scalpel.

I got the puzzled look again as he saw me approach with such a tiny knife. His eyes followed it as I raised it to his right shoulder, as I thrust it through his skin and just into his muscle. There was a sharp intake of breath and a long hiss as I drew a line with the scalpel, straight down, over the edge of his pec, down the side of his ribs to his waist, over the bone of his hip and down the outside of his leg to his ankle. Slowly and calmly. And then I just as slowly licked the beads of blood springing from the line up his leg and torso to his shoulder, my cock hardening as I followed the contours of his muscle, first with my hand, then with my tongue. As I reached the top of the line I had drawn in him, I looked him in the eye and gave him a gory smile. Then I raised my scalpel and drew a second line a little to the right of the first. A slight whimper as I drew over the bumps of his ribs. Again my tongue retraced the contours of his muscle and bone. My cock stood out hard from my crotch. His was long and thick, but it would never be erect again. Again and again I drew the lines, just deep enough to cut into the muscle, to bring the blood trickling down his torso and thighs and calves. I traced around his nipples, leaving them whole. And I left the center line of his body, so well defined on its own, unmarked. He was weakening now, from the constant pain, the slits in the muscles, the loss of blood. His breaths came long and ragged. But he was still far from dying. His body was coated in a sheen of blood and sweat. The bloody lines just helped define the contours of his muscles. His mouth hung open in pain and exhaustion. Tears of pain or despair tracked his cheeks, I didn’t care much which. He was fucking beautiful. His body shredded like I shredded his clothes. THIS is all you’re for, cunt. All you built up that magnificent body for. MY pleasure.

I admired my work for a while, stroking my stiff cock with my free hand. Still holding the scalpel in my right. There was one last part of him still to draw my lines in. I began at the base of the v of his collarbone. His body shuddered a bit at this last violation of so many. I traced the line down the valley of his pecs, the valley of his abs. My cock strained, wanting to cum at this beauty. But I left it alone and continued. I traced around the navel, giving him hope I would stop before I got to where this line was pointing. But I continued, down the trail of hair that led to his bush, through its center, and then … even more slowly … down the top of his long impressive cock, pressing deep now. He howled. But his muscles were shredded enough, the blood loss was enough, that he could only shudder, and hang from his wrists tied to the ceiling.

I continued my line. Cutting through the head, following the slit, and then holding the cock up to cut through the other side, cutting it in two. Then I continued down the center of his sack, between his heavy balls, around and up the back of it, until at last I reached his hole and stopped. He continued to moan and sob. I knew the pain must be excruciating, even compared to all the other cuts together. I began another line on his cock, cutting each of the halves I had created in two. Then I drew lines down its sides. In all, I cut the tube of his cock so that it hung from his crotch in six strips. Then I went to work on his sack, down under the balls and around, leaving it in six strips as well. But only the sack. The balls themselves hung glistening and untouched, poking through their net of skin and blood.

I licked some of the delicious blood. I smeared some of it on my straining cock. And then I stood, and applied my scalpel to that shredded chest once again. I cut a slit connecting two of my lines along his collarbone. I dug my scalpel under the layer of skin and started to pull loose the strip I had made. It was the one with his untouched left nipple. The one he had teased in his first picture. I had decided when I first saw it that it would be mine. I pulled sharply again and again as the strip came loose down his chest to his waist. I would have thought he didn’t have the strength left, but he howled. Each time I pulled. I left the strip attached to his leg as I put the perfect nipple in my mouth and began to chew while I looked him in the eye. I saw anger and frustration. I had cheated him of what he thought would be the fulfillment of his life, a perfect, cum-soaked death. I even deprived him of the delicious pain of feeling his nipple chewed into pulp. Behind the anger I saw the deep, searing pain that washed over him in waves from all the nerves of his skin severed. And I saw the utter, utter hopelessness. I was stripping away anything erotic from his dying, but he was dying anyway. And there was no way of stopping that now. I saw despair. And with it, something like love. He would not feel any of the pleasure he had imagined. He had no cum left to cum. But he could see by my cock my pleasure. And he was clinging to that.

I reached my fingers into the strips of his sack and circled his left ball. He grunted a bit like this was just a discomfort. He was fading now. I pulled down, sharp and hard until it came free. A soft moan. I looked him in the eye as I put his ball between my teeth and started to chew. I let my face fall into a look of pleasure, my eyes half closed as I savored this delicacy. I saw his look of relief as he saw me enjoying his meat. He even smiled. I just sneered at him. And spit the half-chewed useless thing in his face. He started to sob, tears running down his face now. That was the end of him I wanted.

I walked to the gutting knife, where it still lay on the floor by the mirror. I saw his eyes following me. I picked it up and started toward him. He just hung. Sobbing and crying. No attempt to regain his feet. To show any bravery. To “take it like a man.” His sobs reduced to moans. One with each breath. His eyes fixed on the knife, as I placed it on the center line I had drawn in him, at the base of his breastbone, the top of his stomach.

I thrust through muscle and tendon, into the body cavity. And I worked quickly, sawing down and down. His body jerked with my efforts and the last of his pain. He was strong enough to live through what was left. I was sure of that. I opened him from rib cage to cock. And then, dropping the knife, I thrust both hands, both arms into his belly and far up under his ribs. I felt the slippery beating heart, the heaving lungs. I grasped hold of what I could and heaved downward. Ribs cracked as I pulled it all out of the open wound that was his belly. Intestines and liver and stomach unwound onto the floor at his feet, my arms held heart and lungs and other unnamable things. I saw a glimmer of awareness holding on in his eyes as I had hoped. Just enough maybe, to see me thrust my cock into his steaming innards. And cum. Not cumming for his oh-so-carefully sculpted body, but into the same stinking slop that every body contained.

I left the corpse hanging as I went upstairs and showered. I sat naked, checking the site on my iPad. Posting another photo as Luis Adam Bree. I would continue his online presence for a while for his fans. His real self would disappear and never be found. I had enough contacts in the intelligence community and enough skill at technology to insure that. I would even post the actual description of his final hours as a story to the site. So many guys would beat off again and again, never knowing that it was all real.

At last I went back to the gutted corpse hanging in my basement. I cut off the left pectoral. It was large, but I was very hungry after this day. I took the surviving ball as well. I sautéed it, and ate it with the rare steak. Young Mr Bree would never know how much I enjoyed it. Or how hard I came each time I ate a piece of the meat I butchered and froze from his quite beautiful body. But then he never deserved to know. Because for him to die believing that all that he had worked for was useless to me, except for his pain, was exactly what gave me the most pleasure. And giving me the most pleasure was the only thing he ever deserved.