The tongue on his nipple.
The mouth on his cock.
The two fingers, stroking the exact right spot in his anus.
His body responded.
But his eyes never left the gleaming dagger, fixed in a frame so that its point just grazed the flesh of his naked chest. Between two ribs. Just above his pounding heart.
He tried not to breathe. To move. But the pleasure of skin against skin was relentless.
I will not kill you. You will kill yourself.
The voice had whispered that in his ear as he had awoke from the drugs. Naked. Spread-eagled. Tied.
The beautiful eyes said it now.
The hard naked body that leaned over him said it.
And the ice in his belly knew that it was true.
And the ice met the fire in his groin in an unstoppable ecstasy. His toes curled. His eyes rolled back. His hands clenched. His cock sprayed its load until he had drops on his open lips.
And his body arced.
The blade slid into his chest easily.
He felt it slice through his pounding heart.
He had done it.
He had moved.
He would die.
The youth fell heavily back to the table.
The ecstasy in the eyes turned to surprise just before they glazed over.
A little "O" of surprise escaped the lips as the beautiful young man became dead meat.
Carter jacked off his own cock as he savored the cooling carcass on his table. Then he prepared his knives, to break it down into the meat that would feed his deep deep hunger.
The mouth on his cock.
The two fingers, stroking the exact right spot in his anus.
His body responded.
But his eyes never left the gleaming dagger, fixed in a frame so that its point just grazed the flesh of his naked chest. Between two ribs. Just above his pounding heart.
He tried not to breathe. To move. But the pleasure of skin against skin was relentless.
I will not kill you. You will kill yourself.
The voice had whispered that in his ear as he had awoke from the drugs. Naked. Spread-eagled. Tied.
The beautiful eyes said it now.
The hard naked body that leaned over him said it.
And the ice in his belly knew that it was true.
And the ice met the fire in his groin in an unstoppable ecstasy. His toes curled. His eyes rolled back. His hands clenched. His cock sprayed its load until he had drops on his open lips.
And his body arced.
The blade slid into his chest easily.
He felt it slice through his pounding heart.
He had done it.
He had moved.
He would die.
The youth fell heavily back to the table.
The ecstasy in the eyes turned to surprise just before they glazed over.
A little "O" of surprise escaped the lips as the beautiful young man became dead meat.
Carter jacked off his own cock as he savored the cooling carcass on his table. Then he prepared his knives, to break it down into the meat that would feed his deep deep hunger.
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