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    Story: Internet Snuff Star, part 1

    Buck was out cruising for supplies. He was recording another episode tonight, and his fans wouldn’t keep paying if he didn’t give them a good show.

    The last show hadn’t been great. The hustler had already been under the influence of something when Buck had drugged him and he’d died before Buck had even gotten him on camera. Buck, horny and very angry, had filmed himself fucking and beating the corpse, but the revenue had been down. The audience wanted something else.

    They wanted to watch the little fucks struggle and die.

    A hard smile crossed Buck’s face. He wasn’t a man to disappoint his fans.

    He was a lean, hard man in his early 30’s, with shoulder-length brown hair and a trim goatee. Tonight he was in hunting gear—a wifebeater showing his muscled chest and arms, cutoffs displaying his thick thighs. The sweat socks showing just above his construction boots completed the outfit. Just another fag on the prowl for a rentboy. A roll of bills in his pocket served for his lure.

    In three years, he’d never pulled a single bill off the roll. By the time he was done with them, they had no use for money.

    Tonight he was hunting for general meat. On occasion, he’d recorded private commissions, for a large fee. These jobs had usually specified a type of victim or mode of death, or both. Most of these jobs he’d accepted—he’d only turned down the ones he found personally repellent, like requests for minors or excessive gore. But after the last show, no new requests had come in. Tonight needed to be good.

    Buck parked at the end of a dead-end street, facing out, and put out his lights. This street ran parallel to a major road and afforded access to small alleyways that were used by the businesses facing the road. At night, the alleyways were popular with hustlers. It had been a while since Buck was here; he never used the same hunting grounds twice in a row. But this had been a good spot and it still was. In a couple of minutes, Buck had two targets in view.

    They’d emerged from an alley about half a block up. One was short and had short blond hair. Jeans, sneakers, no shirt. He was young, maybe too young. Buck ignored him. The other was taller, with curly black hair--looked to be in his early 20’s. He wore a sleeveless denim vest with no shirt and tight jeans. On his feet were partially-laced combat boots pulled up over the cuffs of his jeans.

    Buck recognized him. His last victim had pointed him out as Buck had driven him off to his death. “Stay away from that dude,” he said, “He says he’s straight. Great at sucking dick, though. Put one of his tricks in the hospital after the dude wouldn’t pay—slammed his head in the car door till his skull fractured.”

    Just what Buck was looking for. This one wouldn’t go quietly. This one would kick and fight for his life. When he finally submitted, it would be so fucking hot…

    The bargaining process was brief. The whores had split up before Buck had started his truck, so the pick-up was unseen by anyone else. The kid agreed to go back to Buck’s place for a blowjob for thirty bucks. He explained frankly that he wanted to re-up; he only had one rock left and he was going to smoke it before blowing Buck.

    Back at Buck’s place, the hustler pulled out a glass stem.

    “Before that, smoke one of these with me,” said Buck and handed the kid a joint. Buck then lit one of his own, knowing the kid wouldn’t be in the mood for crack after the doctored joint.

    After five minutes, the drugs had taken effect. The kid wasn’t unconscious, just very, very stoned.

    “Come into the next room. That’s where I want you to blow me,” said Buck and opened the door.

    In the center of the room was a double bed. At each cornet of the bed was a metal post, from each of which dangled various forms of restraint. In the center of one end of the bed was a smaller device made of metal poles.

    There were multiple webcams pointed at the bed, covering many different angles.

    Buck took off his shirt and, leaving his construction boots on, stepped out of his shorts. Then the boy-whore groped unsteadily into the room. Buck grinned—the little shit must’ve read his mind. He’d stripped down to nothing but his combat boots.

    “Lay down on the bed,” Buck commanded.

    “No way, dude,” slurred the boy.

    Buck sprang upon him unexpectedly. Suddenly the kid found himself on his back, his hands shackled to the metal posts by straps pulled up by nylon cords. Buck quickly strapped another set of restraints around the boy’s legs just above the knee and then a third set at the ankles. The whore was flat on his back, arms above his head, with his legs raised and spread. Prime fucking position.

    “What the fuck are you doin’ dude?” he demanded. The sedative was wearing off. It had already done its job.

    Buck had started locking cameras into place. He paused. “I’m going to rape and strangle you; that’s what I’m doing. And I’m recording it. A lot of men are gonna cum watching you die. Don’t worry, you’ll cum too.”

    The kid’s face clouded with rage. “Lemme outta this, you crazy fucking faggot! I’m gonna fuck you up bad, you bugshit motherfucker!!”

    Buck put the final restraint into place. This was the smaller device at the end of the bed. A pair of poles, just above the kid’s shoulders, with a looped cord between them. Buck maneuvered the rope over the boy’s head and around his neck. A set of pulleys on one end allowed the device to act as a garrote. Yanking on the control cord on one side would cause the loop to tighten. The cord on the other side would ease the tension.

    Buck kept it loose for now. He wanted the kid to talk. He wanted to hear him lose his tough attitude and plead for his life. He wanted hear him cry and scream as he was raped. This room was soundproof. Let him shout.

    Buck got himself into position, kneeling on the bed. He gently nudged the whore’s pink quivering asshole with the thick head of his dick.

    “Get the fuck away, fag! Don’t touch me!” screamed the kid.

    Buck spat on the punk’s asshole and thrust his rigid member in hard. The kid screamed, struggling violently, only able to move his hands and feet.

    Buck slowly pulled out, then rammed his dick back in all the way. The kid’s cry became a drawn-out howl of pain. For all his noise, though, Buck was sure the whore had had other cocks up his ass before. It might hurt, but it was familiar. The boy wasn’t scared enough yet.

    Well, that was easy enough to take care of. Buck leaned forward and grabbed the control cord, giving it a couple of yanks. The cord around the kid’s neck tightened—not enough to cut off his air completely, but enough to get the point across. The boy fought to speak, having to gasp for air at each word.

    “Please…don’t…don’t...kill…me…please…”

    That was better. The boy was staring at him, eyes wide with the realization that he might actually die today. He hadn’t truly known it before. Buck made sure it sank in.

    “Oh yeah, you’re gonna die, bitch. Thousands of guys are gonna shoot their wads watching you die on my dick,” he whispered to the helpless punk. “You’re gonna ride my cock all the way down and you’re gonna blow your load as you die at the end. You won’t be able to stop yourself.”

    The rentboy started blubbering. Tears streamed from his eyes as his combat boots jerked uselessly in Buck’s hands and his legs pulled at the restraints.

    Buck kept reaming the boy, pulling all the way out before shoving his swollen cock back into the hustler’s traumatized hole with a brutal thrust. He gave the cord a couple more yanks. Now the kid could only give a throttled croak.

    The kid was overwhelmed with the agony in his ass and in his throat. Panic swept over him as he strained to breathe and remain conscious. His drug-numbed brain was trying to grasp the fact that the john whose dick he was gonna suck, the faggot he was planning to beat down and rob, was choking the life out of him.

    Buck felt his balls tighten at the base of his dick and knew that it was nearly time. Never missing a stroke in his vicious pumping, he learned forward and gave another couple of yanks, cutting off the kid’s air completely. He gripped the kid’s chin and turned his face to the camera.

    “Come on, man, let ‘em watch. Let ‘em see your eyes glaze over as your life ends. They want to see you spunk and die,” he whispered.

    The whore’s eyes bulged as the lack of oxygen increased the pressure in his head. His tongue protruded and a string of drool ran from the corner of his mouth. His struggles became more frantic, his hands grasping the empty air, his boots twitching wildly.

    Suddenly Buck had an idea. He reached down by the side of the bed and pulled out a bottle of poppers. He opened the bottle and capped it with his thumb. The he used the release cord to ease the tension on the kid’s throat.

    After allowing the rentboy a couple of shuddering, sobbing breaths, Buck lay on top of him, between his strapped-back legs and clamped his hand over the boy’s mouth and nose, blocking his air again.

    The boy began jerking and turning blue. Buck held him down, feeling the kid writhe beneath him. After about 45 second, He released one nostril, holding the poppers up to it. The kid inhaled deeply and reflexively. In a flash, Buck tightened the cord down on his throat again. Recapping the bottle after taking a hit himself, Buck started pounding the kid’s ass like he was trying to fuck him in half.

    The whore’s dick began to swell. Somewhere in the loud banging darkness that had become his world, the hustler knew that he was dying, that he was dying so that this stranger could use him as a cum dump and toss his stiffened body into a ditch to rot., that he was being brutally raped and was going to die on this guy’s dick…and he knew that he had the most painful, intense hard-on he’d ever had in his short, worthless life.

    The kid’s body had settled into a rhythmic convulsive movement that matched Buck powerful pumping. Suddenly, the boy’s body went rigid. Buck gave a loud grunt as the little fuck’s asshole clamped down on his engorged cock. He tried to control himself as he watched the boy’s half-opened eyes start to drain of life. Then he felt a spurt of liquid on his chest and another on the underside of his chin. In the agony of his final seconds on earth, the rentboy was shooting massive loads. Long ropy strands of cum splashed over Buck’s chest.

    Buck lost control. “Oh fuck,” he groaned as he unloaded in the dying boy’s ass, “fuckin’-A!”

    The last things the kid felt as darkness closed over him were the incredible agony of his orgasm, as if his life was spurting out through his dick—and the searing, red-hot pain of cum splattering the inflamed nerves of his rectum.

    Buck had lost all control with his orgasm. He’d screamed and shouted. At one point, he’d realized he was beating the dead whore’s face with his balled-up fist. He spunked several times, punching the corpse with each load and shouting, “Take my load, you fuckin’ whore! Die on my fuckin’ cock, bitch!”

    When he finally shuddered to a stop, he felt limp and drained. He quickly released the body from its restraints and removed the cord from the neck. Then he lay on top of it for a while, enjoying the feeling—two cum-covered sculpted chests, one warm and heaving, one cooling and still, pressed together. He kissed the boy’s dead, staring face, licking off the cum. Keeping it in his mouth, he frenched the corpse, leaving the kid’s cum in his own mouth.

    Rolling off the body with a happy sigh, Buck switched off the cameras. This had only been round one with the kid. He had to reposition things for round two…

    --End of part one

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    Hot story, loved the way Buck garrotted him!

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    Great. When's part 2?

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    More to come soon; this weekend if not tonight...

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    Hot story! Keep em coming! And thanks!

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    Story: Internet snuff star, part 2

    Buck lay on the bed with the corpse, kissing and fondling it. He reached down and grabbed the balls, squeezing and twisting the violently.

    He started biting the dead boy, leaving deep marks in the neck. He worked his way down the chest to the nipples. Buck chewed on them for a little while, getting more and more excited. Soon his erect, throbbing cock was prodding the kid’s nutsack.

    Time to turn the cameras back on.

    Buck maneuvered the body into a kneeling position at the foot of the bed, crouched between his construction boots. He sat on the bed with a commando knife by his side and forced the boy’s mouth open. With each hand grasping a hank of the kid’s curly black hair, he pulled the open mouth down onto his dick. The swollen, protruding tongue rasped on the underside of his straining rod. It was a little too dry.

    Again, easily fixed. Buck tipped the head back and spit several times into the corpse’s mouth, then lowered back onto his cock. Best lube around.

    He slowly bobbed the head up and down, feeling the head of his dick pressed against the back of the boy’s throat. The dazed death stare in the eyes was making him intensely horny.

    “Guess you’re givin’ me head anyway, bitch,” he whispered. “But you ain’t getting’ paid for it.”

    He began to fuck the head harder, pressing the nose flat against the root of his cock and burying the face in his pubic hair. He slammed his long member down the congested windpipe. If the kid had still been alive, he would have been choking and gagging.

    Buck couldn’t believe how hard he was right now. It’d been a while since he’d fucked one of his playmates twice during a kill.

    He sped up his pace, fucking his spit down the kid’s throat. He could feel his precum oozing out and knew he was going to
    unload into the dead boy-whore’s mouth soon. Suddenly, he lost control again.

    “Fuck! Yeah! Fuck!” he cried.

    A spasm shot through Buck as his cock erupted in a burning spray of cum. He grabbed the knife in one hand and stabbed it into the kid’s back. He came several times, each as intense as the first, stabbing the corpse with each wad. He was like an animal in his orgasm, just thrust and spunk and stab, thrust and spunk and stab. Each painfully powerful spray of cum caused him to yell.

    “Yeah! Fuckin’ yeah, bitch! “

    As he shot his last load of sperm into the kid’s mouth, he pulled the head up off his dick and slashed the throat twice.

    Buck let go of the hair. The body hit the floor with a thud. Buck could see his own cum oozing from the gaping throat wound.

    He went and cleaned himself up. When he returned, he pulled off the boy’s boots and socks; these were his trophies. The rest was just dead meat that would soon be disposed of, to be found turning stiff and green in a trash bin or alleyway.

    When he’d gotten back from the trash run, Buck found a message waiting for him. It was a private commission that made his eyes light up. It was a twofer, and Buck had set up a potential supply for just this scenario—he’d wanted to do this for a long time.

    But he’d need some help. And he knew just the right dude for the job…

    --end of part 2

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    Wow, very sexy. Everything both before and after was very well written and had excellent attention to detail too; exactly the right amount was explicit, and exactly the right amount was left to the imagination.

    The only complaint I have is that the sudden jump forward in time during "the garbage run" is a bit jarring. The jump forward itself is fine, if you don't want to cover that, but at least provide a sentence or two of denouement for the previous scene so the reader won't feel whiplash when you do jump. Even something as basic as "buck dressed and grabbed his keys"

    But yes, apart from that everything was exceptionally well done!

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    Point taken; I was trying to focus on setting up the third part. It can take a little while to get these written down properly...

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    BTW, look for part 3 sometime within the next 24 hours.

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    Awesome, I am so much looking forward to it! :)

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    Story: Internet snuff star, part 3

    It took Buck a couple of days to get things set up for the special request he’d received. The commission had been for two victims and had specified that they not be straight, if possible, and not street whores. Buck kept several supply lines open simultaneously and one had showed itself as a match for his current needs.

    Joey was new to the city and worked as a mechanic. He was young, about nineteen, and bleached his mullet blond. He was thin but not scrawny, with something of a swimmer’s build. He’d approached Buck on the street one night to buy weed. Always looking for new meat, Buck had become the kid’s dealer. He was perfect for the job, just another drug-using bottom feeder that no one would miss.

    Three weeks ago, Joey had brought his cousin Tim along on one of his pot runs. Tim lived out in the boonies, a good two hours out of town and was pure redneck. He didn’t help his limited brain power by getting almost catatonically stoned on every occasion. He was similar to his cousin in age and build, but was taller by about six inches.

    Tim had wanted to set up a large buy, measuring in pounds. He had ambitions of being a major player in the drug scene in his rural county. Buck, planning ahead, agreed and told Joey he’d let him know when the deal was ready so he and Tim could pay and take delivery.

    Buck, of course, didn’t have pounds of pot waiting, but he didn’t need to. By the end of the night, these two little fucks would have lost all interest in weed.

    The scenario helped Buck in another way—it gave him an excuse to have someone else there as “security’. No one would be stupid enough to make a deal of this size and then show up alone. And Mark was back in town—he’d be willing to fill the position.

    Buck had seen Mark’s work online and they’d met personally, but they’d never worked together. Mark was an ex-Marine who claimed he was straight and only made snuff clips for the money, but it was obvious he enjoyed it way too much for that to be true. He was big and well built, with a deep scar across his left thigh. His hair was black and buzz-cut, usually covered by his baseball cap worn backwards. There were tattoos on both shoulders and upper arms.

    A couple of quick phone calls and everything was set. Tim would be in town by tonight; he and Joey would bring the money. Mark had agreed enthusiastically to be his backup (and co-star). They would split the cash the punks were bringing for the buy—no sense in letting it go to waste.

    Mark arrived about an hour before the deal was to go down. He was filled in on the details by Buck and they set up an additional restraint with cameras. This had upright poles attached to a base and was designed to keep the victim upright in a kneeling position. Jaw spreaders kept he mouth open and prevented biting down. Mark would man this station with Joey strapped in for submission and death. Buck would take Tim out on the bed.

    Buck and Mark had dressed alike, tight black t-shirts and jean cutoffs. The only difference was their boots; Buck wore his construction boots while Mark preferred his combat boots—he said they gave him extra traction to ram his dick in. His dick was more than eight inches long; he needed all the traction he could get.

    Buck was relieved when there was a knock at the door. He’d been getting hard in anticipation and the head of his dick was starting to slide out from the cover of his shorts. A little more and he’d have spooked the prey.

    Joey entered first; he was still wearing the dark-blue coverall he wore at his job. His work boots were pulled up over them and the name “Joey” was stitched to the left side of the chest. Tim followed, wearing a torn white t-shirt and tight jeans. There was camo on his cap and hunting boots.

    The outfit was more appropriate than the kid thought—he actually was being hunted.

    Mark offered the boys a joint as a “sample”. Within a matter of minutes, both were so drugged they could barely speak.

    “Dude, I am so fucked up,” muttered Tim.

    “You wanna get even more fucked up?” asked Buck.

    “Sure, dude,” the kid replied with a goofy grin. He was wasted.

    “Don’t worry,’ Buck answered with a smile, “we’ll get you fucked up. We’ll get you both so fucked up you’ll be crying for Mommy. C’mon in here.”

    The kids were so baked that Buck and Mark had to help them to their feet and guide them to their restraints. Joey was easy to strap in. Forced to his knees, his wrists were cuffed to keep his arms straight down his sides. He gave no resistance when the jaw spreaders were inserted.

    Mark unzipped Joey’s jumpsuit. Reaching down into the groin, he pulled the kid’s package out, staring into his face. Joey’s half-open bloodshot eyes returned a dull questioning look; he had no idea what was happening to him.

    Mark spat in his face. The punk would figure it out soon enough. Painful death has a sobering effect.

    Tim was just as docile; he just required a little more work. The shirt and cap came off. Buck then placed him face-down on the bed and secured him at all four corners. Tim’s mouth was sealed with duct tape before Buck cut the seat out of his jeans and briefs.

    Time to get it on.

    Mark stuffed his dick down Joey’s throat. Joey gagged and choked as the thick tube of meat blocked his airway. Mark held it in for a while, then pulled out slightly—just enough to let Joey suck in a frenzied gasp of air—before plugging the kid’s hole again.

    Buck spit into Tim’s asshole to loosen him up, then shoved in the swollen head of his cock. Tim was amazingly tight; no one else had been up there before and it had been a while since Buck had had a virgin hole to wreck. He made it hurt as much as possible for the boy, hearing Tim’s struggling boots beat against the bed and his muffled screams as he writhed in pain.

    Buck pulled completely out on each stroke before ramming himself back in all the way, bruising and tearing Tim’s traumatized ass with each thrust.

    Joey was coming to realize that the enormous rod in his mouth could choke him to death. He tried to time his breathing to the brief respites that Mark gave him, but Mark had other ideas. He held himself in longer this time, watching Joey’s face turn blue. He only pulled out when the kid’s eyes rolled back into his head and he went limp with unconsciousness.

    Joey took a couple of reflexive breaths and slowly woke up. Unable to speak because of the jaw spreaders, he gave a feeble groan. He looked pleadingly up at Mark, his tears mixing with the snot running from his nose.

    Mark punched him in the face as hard as he could, spit on him, and slammed his cock back down the boy’s throat. Blood from Joey’s broken nose trickled around the base of Mark’s dick. He’d facefucked the kid enough. This time the dick wasn’t coming out till it was over.

    ”Ok, ya little punk-ass bitch, time to die,” Mark muttered, “time to spend your last seconds alive choking on my cum.”

    Buck was lying on top of Tim, his throbbing cock buried deep in Tim’s ass. Grabbing Tim’s hair, Buck forced him to watch Joey die.

    “Don’t worry, you’re gonna get wasted too,” he whispered into Tim’s ear. “You’re gonna get filled with spunk as I ram my knife into your brain. It’s gonna hurt bad. But first, you’re gonna watch your cousin shoot his wad as he strangles on that dick.”

    Buck shuddered slightly as panic made Tim struggle violently beneath him. He wasn’t going to be able to hold back much longer.

    Things were going dim for Joey. The world had shrunk to nothing more than pain, pain in his face and throat and chest and dick. He was vaguely aware that the massive rod that was blocking his air was matched by his own cock, rigid with asphyxiation. Then there was nothing left but the burning agony of his explosive orgasm.

    Mark had felt the kid’s tongue swelling and pressing against the underside of his dick. He knew Joey was close to death and waited for the signal. It came soon enough—literally. Mark felt Joey’s hot wads splash against his scrotum and thighs. At the same time, the boy’s throat tightened convulsively and began milking out Mark’s sperm. He unloaded repeatedly into the kid’s throat, filling his obstructed esophagus with cum.

    Buck had clamped Tim’s nose off to use the poppers again, freeing one nostril, then the other, allowing the redneck punk nothing to breathe but a steady flow of the fumes for a bit. When he was done, he pounded the kid’s ass roughly. Under the influence, Tim moaned softly behind the duct tape and actually thrust his bleeding, ravaged hole back onto Buck’s cock.

    Buck knew he was going to shoot. He took the knife by his side and jammed into the back of Tim’s neck. The knife crunched through the bottom of the skull and up into the brain.

    Tim’s body went instantly stiff, shooting out a solid stream of cum between his belly and the bed. At the same time, his rectum clamped onto Buck’s dick like a glove, forcing an identical stream of cum out of Buck.

    Buck gave a loud groan and began skullfucking Tim with his knife, shredding the boy’s brain. Massive brain trauma caused Tim to twitch and convulse, each jerk squeezing more spunk out of Buck.

    When he was finally finished—it seemed like several minutes later—Buck pulled his dripping member out of the corpse. He released the still-quivering body from its restraints and turned it over. Tim’s face was beautiful, with the glazed eyes staring at nothing in pain and terror. A trail of blood led down from the nose.

    Mark was seated in a chair, wiping himself off, still fully erect. He was admiring his work as well. Joey’s corpse hung limply in its straps with the face congested and bloody, cum trickling from the pried-open mouth.

    “Are we done with these fucks yet?” asked Mark.

    “Not sure. Why don’t we put our head together and see if we can find something fun to do with the meat?” responded Buck

    --end of part 3

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    Excellent entry. Very hot, and worth the wait

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    Wow, very hot.

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    Part 4 will be up sometime near the end of this week, possibly by Friday night.

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    Story: Internet snuff star, part 4

    Buck and Mark shared a joint while planning their abuse of the boys’ bodies. Since Joey and Tim couldn’t be forced into position under their own power anymore, a decision needed to be made on the best way to fuck the corpses.

    Buck was sitting on a sofa up against a wall of the room. Like Mark, he was still nude except for his socks and boots. From where he was sitting, he could see Tim’s face. It was a mask of shock and pain, and Buck felt himself getting hard while looking at it. The dull, dazed look in Tim’s eyes was too hot for him to resist.

    “Dude,” he said, “I’ve gotta go stick my dick down this fucker’s throat.”

    Mark, who was next to Buck on the sofa and just as erect, said, “Go for it, man. I’m gonna cut my own fuckhole in this piece of shit.”

    Buck switched the cameras back on as he approached the bed. Tim was lying on his back, with his head hanging over the edge. The body was still twitching spasmodically. It was possible, thought Buck, that the kid wasn’t clinically dead yet, despite the brutal brain damage. But if he wasn’t, all that was left was a quivering pile of meat, jerked into brief seizures by the uncontrolled firings of random nerves.

    Mark had repositioned his camera. He unstrapped Joey from his frame and dragged the body several feet across the floor by its hair. Joey’s work boots scraped against the floorboards. Mark dropped the corpse with a dull thud when he got to the proper filming distance—he already knew the right focus for this job—and knelt beside it.

    He rammed the commando knife he’d picked up on the way over into Joey’s belly and twisted it several times. When he was done, he placed the knife by Buck’s side on the bed. Buck was already on (and in) Tim, in a 69 position. He was holding onto the body by its camo hunting boots and Mark could see the outline of Buck’s thick dick as it relentlessly pounded its way down the corpse’s throat.

    Mark turned back to Joey, admiring the confused look in the half-lidded eyes, the glaze of his own dried spunk on the swollen lips and tongue. In an overwhelming burst of lust, he crouched over the kid and, using the hole he’d just cut, impaled Joey with his rigid dick.

    Mark could feel the belly split more as he violently thrust in his fat cock—the hole had been too small. Joey’s still-warm guts squirmed around Mark’s thick purple head and tickled it. Mark braced himself by pressing down on the kid’s face with both hands. His thrusts became faster and rougher as the corpse’s intestines tangled around his dick.

    Behind him, Buck was pumping Tim’s body furiously. Tim was brain dead, but the body was still trying to function at a primitive level. Trying to breathe with a thick tube of meat blocking the way, the esophagus had closed up and was working Buck’s shaft like a moist, pulsating glove. With one hand still holding the body down by a boot, Buck was twisting and pulling the kid’s junk with the other.

    Suddenly Buck felt the familiar tightening in his balls. With a strangled grunt, he started unloading down the boy’s throat. Releasing Tim’s boot, he grabbed the knife beside him. He pulled Tim’s cock and nutsack out and sliced them off, completely castrating the kid.

    Tim finally gave up the struggle for his life. With his last unconscious breaths, he inhaled Buck’s cum.

    Buck’s orgasmic groans had spurred Mark on. He stabbed his cock repeatedly into Joey’s belly, feeling a warmth build in his groin. It became unbearable. He began shooting his seed into the boy’s guts, cursing and punching the corpse in the face with each new spray of cum. He’d beaten Joey to a pulp by the time he’d finished hosing the body’s innards with spunk.

    Buck had stuffed Tim’s genitals into his mouth. The head of Tim’s dick protruded between his own lips, glistening with Buck’s cum.

    After they had rested for a while, Buck was the first to speak.

    “Time to dump this meat before it starts rotting.”

    “I know a place,” replied Mark, “but how are we gonna get them there?”

    “This fuck left a pickup outside,” said Buck, slapping Tim in the face; ”We’ll dump ‘em in the bed and cover ‘em with a tarp. You drive and I’ll follow on my bike. You can climb on behind when we dump the truck. But first, give me a hand here. I want their boots.”

    --end of part four, more to cum soon

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