After a while, you go a little further. In any hobby, you want to try new things. But sometimes things can get weird. Like the time I brought Cameron home.
At the time, I wasn’t really sure why I brought him home. Not that he wasn’t hot. I mean he was drop dead gorgeous, and built like a god. It’s just that he was big, real big: 6’8”, 250. I like guys my size, so I can feel dominant. But something drew me to him and, now, here’s this huge hunk in my house, chatting away over a beer. He drove a bulldozer all day and worked with rednecks, but here he could relax with another gay guy.
As he drank his beer, he told me what a really nice, sexy guy I was. “Dude, I hope you want me as much as I want you. We can have super-hot, heavy man sex! Maybe even get a little rough, you think, Caleb?” “Yeah, I’d really like that, too,” I said. He sure drank a lot. By the third beer, the knockout drug hadn’t shown any sign of kicking in, so I double drugged the next one. But he kept on chattering away, and it wasn’t until he had almost polished off the seventh that he finally passed out.
After he was naked and shaved smooth, I attached chains to each wrist and hoisted him up so his toes were just off the floor. Cameron’s deeply tanned upped body tasted of sweat and dust. Big men can have big muscles, and his were huge. Right away, I envisioned carving his torso with a knife, slicing into those rock-hard, smooth muscles.
Like every part of this man, his dick was outsized. The liquid Viagra I shot into it caused it to stick straight out and I could almost push my little finger up his pee hole. Another idea. From the shop I got a 3’8” round rasp and shoved it right into that pee hole. It didn’t slide in easily at first, but as the urethra ripped, his blood became a perfect lubricant. Something kept the rasp from going in all the way to the hilt, so I hit the end of the handle a few times until it popped through the obstruction. Then, holding the cock and squeezing hard with one hand, I moved the rasp in and out, twisting, totally ripping the urethra. When I finally pulled it out, drops of blood dripped from the tip.
Then an awesome thing happened! Blood began to spurt from the pee hole. Jesus Christ! I ripped off my clothes, dropped to my knees, slid my body between Cameron’s feet, and let the blood splatter down on my face and hair. In a while, it changed. Became more liquid. His bladder had let go! And all that beer was coming out! It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, or felt! A pink stream of blood and piss drizzling down on me from a rigid dick! Absolute ecstasy! I tried to catch that sweet pink stream in my mouth, swallowing most of it, and letting the rest splatter off my face.
When the red stream began to slow, I moved around so my head was between Cameron’s feet. I lifted a foot and lowered it onto my face. It was huge. The sole was tough and callused. It smelled like the inside of a sweaty boot, stinky and dirty. I held it on my face. Licked it. If Cameron were to wake up now, he could easily crush my head. But he didn’t. Not even as I began to chew into his foot. Tough stuff to chew on, tough to break the skin, but I eventually did and tasted blood.
I got up and stood in front of Cameron. I ran my hands up and down his massive body, my dick hard at the touch of his huge muscles. I began to kiss, and bite. Bite hard. I chewed on his still-rigid cock until the skin began to shred. I kissed his soft lips and then chewed until they bled. His blood and skin tasted so sweet.
For hours, Cameron had hung suspended by his wrists. He was breathing but hadn’t moved since he passed out. Maybe three doses of knockout drops were too much. Oh, well. I picked up my baseball bat, walked behind him and swung hard into his tight, muscled butt. A sexy thudding sound. I moved around and took aim at his rock-hard abs. Hit him right at the belly button, but no reaction. He was really out. So I took aim and swung square into his left rib cage. This time, I hit bone, not muscle, and I could clearly hear the ribs crack. Then, after a couple seconds, I heard it. First a low moan, then louder and louder until a great roar of pain emanated from Cameron’s throat. His eyes popped open, a look of terror, and the scream seemed to get louder and louder.
Well, God damn! It’s about time! I thought this dude was going to be a dud.
His feet suddenly flailed upward, his foot catching my eye. His body jerked wildly and the screaming kept on. I looped ropes around his feet and pulled them back, so he couldn’t kick me again. Then I moved in and felt his ribs. Oh, yeah! Two of them were broken and poking through his skin. As I wiggled them, his scream changed to a series of short, painful breaths. I remembered the sound from when a kid on my high school football team broke a rib. Every breath was painful.
I loosened the pulley ropes on his wrists and he dropped heavily to the floor. He hit face first. Another loud tormented scream as the weight of his body pressed down on the broken ribs. Needed to calm him down a bit, so I got the morphine. It quieted him a little and I thought about giving him another to put him out. But, no. This is no time for silence. A hot man, a beautiful sexual being, suffering torment and excruciating pain, must be free to express his suffering. I’m putting a lot of effort into his destruction and I need feedback. I must know clearly his reaction to my actions as I slowly, painfully end his life. Hearing his torment is as crucial to me as destroying his physical beauty.
I attached his wrists to another pulley and pulled until he was stretched horizontally, about two feet off the floor. I sat beside him, stroking his smooth back and hard, tight ass. I reached down and grasped his bloody dick, still hard from the liquid Viagra. I got up and lay on top of him, my face at the back of his neck, my right arm wrapped around his body. My left hand grasped his protruding ribs and yanked hard. His body lurched wildly. He screamed. With one arm around his neck and my hand working his ribs, I rode this bucking stallion, my body bouncing on his, shooting my load on his back. The wild ride, and my ejaculation, lasted several minutes until he passed out from the pain. And I was as exhausted as he was.
Eventually, I rolled off and stood up. It was time to get serious. I hoisted him again so he hung just off the floor. Then I picked up my knife and a whip, and went to work.
Hours later I woke up, cuddled against Cameron. Stuck to him actually. His coagulating blood covered both of us. I pealed myself off and observed my handiwork. He lay face up. Every muscle, from neck to thigh, had been carved. His pecs were sliced deeply in a waffle pattern. His dick hung in two pieces, sliced down the middle. The ball sac and nuts had disappeared, probably in my belly. An ear hung, attached by only the lobe. His eye sockets empty (I probably ate them, too). I rolled him over. His back and ass had been completely lacerated by the whip, down to bone. Sole meat carved from his feet and toes chewed off.
I pulled him across the room and propped him against the wall. Then sat in his lap, facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I just sat there, idly running my fingers across his mutilated face, into his empty sockets, absent-mindedly flipping the hanging ear. He reminded me of Jake, my lover who had been killed a few years ago. Guess that’s why I brought him home. Christ, I missed Jake, his body, his devilish and inventive mind. How we could have worked this room together. I pulled Cameron’s head forward, buried my face in his coagulating hair, and cried.
A few hours later, as I got out of the shower, I heard the doorbell. It kept ringing and ringing, so I went to see who was there, a towel wrapped around my waist. It was a teenage boy with an orange spiked Mohawk.
“Hi, I’ve come for Cam.”
“What? Who are you?”
“I’m Danny, Cam’s brother. I want to take him home. I saw you pick him up at work yesterday. Followed you guys out here just to see where he went.”
“Ahhhh. Well. Come in.” (What the fuck! This isn’t happening.)
“Yeah. I went by to get him after work today but they said he hadn’t shown.
Didn’t even call in sick. He’s done it before. Sometimes he thinks with his dick instead of his brain. I just want to make sure he doesn’t miss another day. His paycheck is all we got to live on.”
“You live together?”
“Yeah. We don’t have no family, just the two of us, and we live on his paycheck.” He looked me up and down, standing in the kitchen, nearly naked. He grinned. “He sees a hot dude like you, he’s weak. Just thinks about fucking. He do that to your eye?” I nodded. “Ha. He sure likes the rough stuff, don’t he? Hope you didn’t mess him up too bad so he has to make up some story about getting into a fight when he goes back to work.”
“Well, we did have fun. Hey, ah, Danny, you said? Want a coke or something?”
“Nope. Just want to get him home so he can get some sleep and go back to work tomorrow. It’s almost midnight already. Where is he?”
(Fuck. Now what?) “He’s, ah, sleeping. Last room down that hallway.”
I didn’t have a choice. As soon as he turned and started to the door, I grabbed a rolling pin out of a drawer and slammed it against the back of his head. Just as he hit the floor, I took the towel from my waist and wrapped his bleeding head. Then I dragged him into the playroom.
The room was a mess. Blood everywhere. Cameron still propped against the wall. I always take a shower, put on clean clothes, and relax a bit before coming back to clean up. Now here I was, clean but naked again, wondering what to do now. I kinda knew but didn’t really want to think about it.
I dumped the kid on the floor, cut off his clothes, and studied him. A teenager, maybe 15 or 16, weighing about 140. A nice athletic build but it probably wouldn’t develop like his brother’s. Fairly good-looking. And, like Cameron, he had a big dick, and it was sticking straight up. Teens can get a woody at the strangest times.
I pulled him over and laid him on top of his brother, his face resting on the butchered chest, and his hands on either side of Cameron’s face. “Just the two of us”, he’d said. Well, I think they’d really like to be buried together in the same grave.
Danny had a cute, soft butt. Tempting. I hadn’t fucked an ass for ages. All these gorgeous men I’ve had here and I’ve never been able to fuck one because of the construction adhesive I shoot up their asses to prevent shitting. Maybe I should fuck the kid and at least get something out of this fiasco. But, no. I don’t do children. Poor kid. He didn’t ask to come into this room.
I grabbed Danny’s spiky hair, pulled his head back, and slit his throat. His body twitched just a bit, a foot moved, and one hand came up and then fell back onto Cameron’s mouth. As I watched his blood seep onto his brother’s chest and then puddle around him, I felt my cock grow hard. Oh, fuck! I couldn’t resist! I dropped to my knees, shoved the knife into Danny’s ass to create lubricant, and fell on top of him. My throbbing dick rammed into his bloody asshole. I reached for his neck and slipped my fingers into the slit in his throat. With my hands and dick swimming in his blood, I pounded that sweet young ass until he finally bled out and was dead. Fucked him to death.
At the time, I wasn’t really sure why I brought him home. Not that he wasn’t hot. I mean he was drop dead gorgeous, and built like a god. It’s just that he was big, real big: 6’8”, 250. I like guys my size, so I can feel dominant. But something drew me to him and, now, here’s this huge hunk in my house, chatting away over a beer. He drove a bulldozer all day and worked with rednecks, but here he could relax with another gay guy.
As he drank his beer, he told me what a really nice, sexy guy I was. “Dude, I hope you want me as much as I want you. We can have super-hot, heavy man sex! Maybe even get a little rough, you think, Caleb?” “Yeah, I’d really like that, too,” I said. He sure drank a lot. By the third beer, the knockout drug hadn’t shown any sign of kicking in, so I double drugged the next one. But he kept on chattering away, and it wasn’t until he had almost polished off the seventh that he finally passed out.
After he was naked and shaved smooth, I attached chains to each wrist and hoisted him up so his toes were just off the floor. Cameron’s deeply tanned upped body tasted of sweat and dust. Big men can have big muscles, and his were huge. Right away, I envisioned carving his torso with a knife, slicing into those rock-hard, smooth muscles.
Like every part of this man, his dick was outsized. The liquid Viagra I shot into it caused it to stick straight out and I could almost push my little finger up his pee hole. Another idea. From the shop I got a 3’8” round rasp and shoved it right into that pee hole. It didn’t slide in easily at first, but as the urethra ripped, his blood became a perfect lubricant. Something kept the rasp from going in all the way to the hilt, so I hit the end of the handle a few times until it popped through the obstruction. Then, holding the cock and squeezing hard with one hand, I moved the rasp in and out, twisting, totally ripping the urethra. When I finally pulled it out, drops of blood dripped from the tip.
Then an awesome thing happened! Blood began to spurt from the pee hole. Jesus Christ! I ripped off my clothes, dropped to my knees, slid my body between Cameron’s feet, and let the blood splatter down on my face and hair. In a while, it changed. Became more liquid. His bladder had let go! And all that beer was coming out! It was one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen, or felt! A pink stream of blood and piss drizzling down on me from a rigid dick! Absolute ecstasy! I tried to catch that sweet pink stream in my mouth, swallowing most of it, and letting the rest splatter off my face.
When the red stream began to slow, I moved around so my head was between Cameron’s feet. I lifted a foot and lowered it onto my face. It was huge. The sole was tough and callused. It smelled like the inside of a sweaty boot, stinky and dirty. I held it on my face. Licked it. If Cameron were to wake up now, he could easily crush my head. But he didn’t. Not even as I began to chew into his foot. Tough stuff to chew on, tough to break the skin, but I eventually did and tasted blood.
I got up and stood in front of Cameron. I ran my hands up and down his massive body, my dick hard at the touch of his huge muscles. I began to kiss, and bite. Bite hard. I chewed on his still-rigid cock until the skin began to shred. I kissed his soft lips and then chewed until they bled. His blood and skin tasted so sweet.
For hours, Cameron had hung suspended by his wrists. He was breathing but hadn’t moved since he passed out. Maybe three doses of knockout drops were too much. Oh, well. I picked up my baseball bat, walked behind him and swung hard into his tight, muscled butt. A sexy thudding sound. I moved around and took aim at his rock-hard abs. Hit him right at the belly button, but no reaction. He was really out. So I took aim and swung square into his left rib cage. This time, I hit bone, not muscle, and I could clearly hear the ribs crack. Then, after a couple seconds, I heard it. First a low moan, then louder and louder until a great roar of pain emanated from Cameron’s throat. His eyes popped open, a look of terror, and the scream seemed to get louder and louder.
Well, God damn! It’s about time! I thought this dude was going to be a dud.
His feet suddenly flailed upward, his foot catching my eye. His body jerked wildly and the screaming kept on. I looped ropes around his feet and pulled them back, so he couldn’t kick me again. Then I moved in and felt his ribs. Oh, yeah! Two of them were broken and poking through his skin. As I wiggled them, his scream changed to a series of short, painful breaths. I remembered the sound from when a kid on my high school football team broke a rib. Every breath was painful.
I loosened the pulley ropes on his wrists and he dropped heavily to the floor. He hit face first. Another loud tormented scream as the weight of his body pressed down on the broken ribs. Needed to calm him down a bit, so I got the morphine. It quieted him a little and I thought about giving him another to put him out. But, no. This is no time for silence. A hot man, a beautiful sexual being, suffering torment and excruciating pain, must be free to express his suffering. I’m putting a lot of effort into his destruction and I need feedback. I must know clearly his reaction to my actions as I slowly, painfully end his life. Hearing his torment is as crucial to me as destroying his physical beauty.
I attached his wrists to another pulley and pulled until he was stretched horizontally, about two feet off the floor. I sat beside him, stroking his smooth back and hard, tight ass. I reached down and grasped his bloody dick, still hard from the liquid Viagra. I got up and lay on top of him, my face at the back of his neck, my right arm wrapped around his body. My left hand grasped his protruding ribs and yanked hard. His body lurched wildly. He screamed. With one arm around his neck and my hand working his ribs, I rode this bucking stallion, my body bouncing on his, shooting my load on his back. The wild ride, and my ejaculation, lasted several minutes until he passed out from the pain. And I was as exhausted as he was.
Eventually, I rolled off and stood up. It was time to get serious. I hoisted him again so he hung just off the floor. Then I picked up my knife and a whip, and went to work.
Hours later I woke up, cuddled against Cameron. Stuck to him actually. His coagulating blood covered both of us. I pealed myself off and observed my handiwork. He lay face up. Every muscle, from neck to thigh, had been carved. His pecs were sliced deeply in a waffle pattern. His dick hung in two pieces, sliced down the middle. The ball sac and nuts had disappeared, probably in my belly. An ear hung, attached by only the lobe. His eye sockets empty (I probably ate them, too). I rolled him over. His back and ass had been completely lacerated by the whip, down to bone. Sole meat carved from his feet and toes chewed off.
I pulled him across the room and propped him against the wall. Then sat in his lap, facing him, my legs wrapped around his waist. I just sat there, idly running my fingers across his mutilated face, into his empty sockets, absent-mindedly flipping the hanging ear. He reminded me of Jake, my lover who had been killed a few years ago. Guess that’s why I brought him home. Christ, I missed Jake, his body, his devilish and inventive mind. How we could have worked this room together. I pulled Cameron’s head forward, buried my face in his coagulating hair, and cried.
A few hours later, as I got out of the shower, I heard the doorbell. It kept ringing and ringing, so I went to see who was there, a towel wrapped around my waist. It was a teenage boy with an orange spiked Mohawk.
“Hi, I’ve come for Cam.”
“What? Who are you?”
“I’m Danny, Cam’s brother. I want to take him home. I saw you pick him up at work yesterday. Followed you guys out here just to see where he went.”
“Ahhhh. Well. Come in.” (What the fuck! This isn’t happening.)
“Yeah. I went by to get him after work today but they said he hadn’t shown.
Didn’t even call in sick. He’s done it before. Sometimes he thinks with his dick instead of his brain. I just want to make sure he doesn’t miss another day. His paycheck is all we got to live on.”
“You live together?”
“Yeah. We don’t have no family, just the two of us, and we live on his paycheck.” He looked me up and down, standing in the kitchen, nearly naked. He grinned. “He sees a hot dude like you, he’s weak. Just thinks about fucking. He do that to your eye?” I nodded. “Ha. He sure likes the rough stuff, don’t he? Hope you didn’t mess him up too bad so he has to make up some story about getting into a fight when he goes back to work.”
“Well, we did have fun. Hey, ah, Danny, you said? Want a coke or something?”
“Nope. Just want to get him home so he can get some sleep and go back to work tomorrow. It’s almost midnight already. Where is he?”
(Fuck. Now what?) “He’s, ah, sleeping. Last room down that hallway.”
I didn’t have a choice. As soon as he turned and started to the door, I grabbed a rolling pin out of a drawer and slammed it against the back of his head. Just as he hit the floor, I took the towel from my waist and wrapped his bleeding head. Then I dragged him into the playroom.
The room was a mess. Blood everywhere. Cameron still propped against the wall. I always take a shower, put on clean clothes, and relax a bit before coming back to clean up. Now here I was, clean but naked again, wondering what to do now. I kinda knew but didn’t really want to think about it.
I dumped the kid on the floor, cut off his clothes, and studied him. A teenager, maybe 15 or 16, weighing about 140. A nice athletic build but it probably wouldn’t develop like his brother’s. Fairly good-looking. And, like Cameron, he had a big dick, and it was sticking straight up. Teens can get a woody at the strangest times.
I pulled him over and laid him on top of his brother, his face resting on the butchered chest, and his hands on either side of Cameron’s face. “Just the two of us”, he’d said. Well, I think they’d really like to be buried together in the same grave.
Danny had a cute, soft butt. Tempting. I hadn’t fucked an ass for ages. All these gorgeous men I’ve had here and I’ve never been able to fuck one because of the construction adhesive I shoot up their asses to prevent shitting. Maybe I should fuck the kid and at least get something out of this fiasco. But, no. I don’t do children. Poor kid. He didn’t ask to come into this room.
I grabbed Danny’s spiky hair, pulled his head back, and slit his throat. His body twitched just a bit, a foot moved, and one hand came up and then fell back onto Cameron’s mouth. As I watched his blood seep onto his brother’s chest and then puddle around him, I felt my cock grow hard. Oh, fuck! I couldn’t resist! I dropped to my knees, shoved the knife into Danny’s ass to create lubricant, and fell on top of him. My throbbing dick rammed into his bloody asshole. I reached for his neck and slipped my fingers into the slit in his throat. With my hands and dick swimming in his blood, I pounded that sweet young ass until he finally bled out and was dead. Fucked him to death.
