Tecpatl
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I love to tell them what I'm going to do to them once I have them secure. I love to watch the face. First the laugh, the thinking I'm just joking. Then the puzzled look, the wondering, when my face never changes. Then the fear creeping into the eyes. Then the battle as I begin to play their bodies. The struggle as they fight the pleasure, knowing what it will lead to.
This one was easy. He came to me at the bar. Some stupid line. He hardly looked 21. But then I look young, even though I'm 30. He was sensual, like a cat, his body moving against me, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel the lust and heat of him. It didn't take long to get him to my place. To my playroom. To undress his smooth body. To get him on his back on the table, his hands cuffed, his arms stretched over his head. His legs spread and tied down. A hand cupping his balls, a whisper in his ear about how hot he'd look tied up. He trusted it all.
And now he lay, flat and secure. His long dick hard against his belly. I took a knife from it's drawer and laid it flat on his chest. Cold hard steel against warm smooth flesh.
"This is how it happens. When you cum, you die."
The little laugh. My face stays a mask. My eyes cold.
The puzzled look. Wondering if he's wandered into danger. The dick starts to go limp.
"I won't cum then." Another attempt at a laugh. The fear is starting.
A corner of my mouth curls into a cold smile. My hands begin to play his body. My tongue to caress his skin. I don't even have to touch his dick. I find out his nipples respond to the slightest touch. The knife slides from his chest to the table as he writhes. His dick grows hard again. His neck where the trapezius muscle joins it is another spot. My teeth bring him *pleasure there.
His face is a contortion of pleasure and determination. He fights his body as it betrays him. He grunts the word no again and again through clenched teeth.
His underarms traced with the tip of my finger. The insides of his calves with my tongue. I find all of his secret places as he twists his body and fights the pleasures that wash over him. But I am a master of this, and his body has been mine from the beginning.
I begin to think I could make him cum without stroking his dick at all, the rest of his body is so responsive. But I can't resist taking it in my mouth, throbbing and glistening with pre cum. I grip it tight around the base to keep him from cumming too soon.
I bring him to the edge again and again. There is terror in his eyes now. He knows he can't stop himself. Or me. The only question is will I really do it.
I withdraw and pick up the knife. My tongue has explored his chest. His muscles and ribs. I know just where the knife will go.
His dick strains, hard above his belly. I look him in the eyes and smile. I trace the tip of my finger up the straining dick. It explodes. Cum sprays his chest, his mouth. As his body spasms in pleasure, I slam the knife between his ribs. Missing his heart. Each time a wave of pleasure contracts his body. Each time his dick sprays its load. The knife slams into a different part of his chest. Until he finally lays spent. His body covered in cum and blood. His eyes wild with pleasure and pain. His chest panting. Bubbling blood from its wounds. His eyes meet mine. I place the tip of the knife on his chest. Just over the heart. I shove it in slowly. His eyes glaze over.*
You cum you die. And everybody chums.
This one was easy. He came to me at the bar. Some stupid line. He hardly looked 21. But then I look young, even though I'm 30. He was sensual, like a cat, his body moving against me, his eyes locked on mine. I could feel the lust and heat of him. It didn't take long to get him to my place. To my playroom. To undress his smooth body. To get him on his back on the table, his hands cuffed, his arms stretched over his head. His legs spread and tied down. A hand cupping his balls, a whisper in his ear about how hot he'd look tied up. He trusted it all.
And now he lay, flat and secure. His long dick hard against his belly. I took a knife from it's drawer and laid it flat on his chest. Cold hard steel against warm smooth flesh.
"This is how it happens. When you cum, you die."
The little laugh. My face stays a mask. My eyes cold.
The puzzled look. Wondering if he's wandered into danger. The dick starts to go limp.
"I won't cum then." Another attempt at a laugh. The fear is starting.
A corner of my mouth curls into a cold smile. My hands begin to play his body. My tongue to caress his skin. I don't even have to touch his dick. I find out his nipples respond to the slightest touch. The knife slides from his chest to the table as he writhes. His dick grows hard again. His neck where the trapezius muscle joins it is another spot. My teeth bring him *pleasure there.
His face is a contortion of pleasure and determination. He fights his body as it betrays him. He grunts the word no again and again through clenched teeth.
His underarms traced with the tip of my finger. The insides of his calves with my tongue. I find all of his secret places as he twists his body and fights the pleasures that wash over him. But I am a master of this, and his body has been mine from the beginning.
I begin to think I could make him cum without stroking his dick at all, the rest of his body is so responsive. But I can't resist taking it in my mouth, throbbing and glistening with pre cum. I grip it tight around the base to keep him from cumming too soon.
I bring him to the edge again and again. There is terror in his eyes now. He knows he can't stop himself. Or me. The only question is will I really do it.
I withdraw and pick up the knife. My tongue has explored his chest. His muscles and ribs. I know just where the knife will go.
His dick strains, hard above his belly. I look him in the eyes and smile. I trace the tip of my finger up the straining dick. It explodes. Cum sprays his chest, his mouth. As his body spasms in pleasure, I slam the knife between his ribs. Missing his heart. Each time a wave of pleasure contracts his body. Each time his dick sprays its load. The knife slams into a different part of his chest. Until he finally lays spent. His body covered in cum and blood. His eyes wild with pleasure and pain. His chest panting. Bubbling blood from its wounds. His eyes meet mine. I place the tip of the knife on his chest. Just over the heart. I shove it in slowly. His eyes glaze over.*
You cum you die. And everybody chums.
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