[story] Jack the Ripper: 2015

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Part 1: Origin
Jack had always had an odd fascination. Well, some found it odd at least. Usually when an American boy obsesses over a killer, it's an American killer. Manson, Bundy, Gacy... These were the usual suspects. But Jack found a fascination in someone else entirely. The killer that was never caught. Jack the Ripper. As a child, Jack knew he was different. He grew up on a farm and was always just a little too interested in the process of butchering the animals. But his main focus was always set on his neighbor.

Perhaps Jack's predatory nature was a product of environment. Afterall, humans strive to be the apex predator. Seeing his father and brothers butchering animals meant that there was someone higher than him. And he would have to rise. The neighbors had moved in when Jack was thirteen. Their son, a punk who loved to bother the horses, was always hanging around in the woods. Jack would watch him, carefully hidden among the dense trees. He never bothered to commit the boy's name to memory. That wasn't what made him special. It was the feeling that Jack got when he watched the boy and his friends have fun in the woods. Jack didn't fully understand what sex was yet and the only feeling that he could connect to how he felt when watching them fool around was the feeling he got when he saw an animal die. Jack didn't act on his urges until four years later. When the neighbor had a fight with his parents. Jack followed him into the woods, a knife tucked inside the pocket of his jacket. The timing was inconvenient as a hard snowstorm was in the midst of poundin their area. The neighbor caught jack pretty easily.

"What are you doing here, queer?"
Jack simply smiled and moved closer knowing that the woods would provide just enough cover. Working on the farm his whole life had helped Jack develop impressive muscles. He closed the distance between himself and the object of his desire. Jack clamped his hand over the man's mouth before he could yell. The man struggled, pleading useless words into the palm of Jack's hand as the other slipped into his jacket. A sudden burst of desperation from the neighbor allowed for a stumbling escape. But he didn't even realize that he was heading back into the woods. Jack gave chase, his hand placing the knife back in his pocket. As the neighbors eet crunched across the snow, Jack managed to catch him near the hunters stand. With a mighty sucker punch, Jack managed to knock the neighbor unconscious. The man's body sprawled across the snow as Jack began to formulate exactly what he was going to do. This was his chance! He could finally play out whatever fantasy he wanted! His mind worked quickly as he climbed the hunter's stand and found the bundle of rope that was always there. It was for emergencies usually but this would have to count.

Cutting the rope into five lengths, Jack made his way back to the victim. He carefully undressed the form, pulling off each layer of clothing individually. Lovingly. Caressing the chilling skin with the palms of his hands as he slowly made his way to the cock that had shown him so much. It was a gift really. An endowment not only to the neighbor but also to Jack. Not only was he going to enjoy this, he was going to make the neighbor enjoy it too.

Tearing his attention from the fine cock in his hand, Jack rifled through the man's jeans before finding the wallet inside. He wanted to know what to call his toy. "Tch-tch-tch. Well, I didn't expect such a forward moment from the universe. Your name is Peter?" Jack gently ground his heel against the manhood below. "And what a 'peter' it is..." Jack's voice trailed off. If he were to see himself now, he wouldn't recognize the man standing there. He was colder, more calculating. A level of sexuality dripped from his every word that was foreign to Jack the farmboy. No, this was Jack the killer. Jack the Ripper.

Stuffing Peter's underwear into his mouth, Jack used the lengths of rope to bind the man. He stretched each limb until Peter was in a spread eagle on the ground. A rope tied around each hand and foot lead to a different tree. The last length of rope was loop lazily around Peter's throat. Jack climbed over the body and began to gently pull both ends of the rope. It didn't take long for Peter to wake up and when he did, fear pierced his eyes. Every fiber of his being struggled to get away and get free. But that's the problem with unforgiving rope. It can't be reasoned with. Jack redoubled his efforts, pulling on the rope until he saw Peter's face turn a deep purple. Jack switched to holding both ends of the rope in one hand while pulling the knife out of his jacket again.

He'd carefully considered how best to go about this, very particularly researched how to best get the heart out. Jack rammed the knife into the man's stomach, just below the bottom left hand ribs. Jack sat there for a moment, enjoying the scene below him. He'd never had an erection ache as much as the one he had now. Concealed by his clothing, his cock needed release. But good things come to those who wait. Sawing the knife gently, Jack made an opening big enough for his hand to pass through before delving inside. Jack fumbled around inside, finding the barely beating muscle between the two struggling lungs. Jack let go of the rope and felt the lungs inflate almost violently around his hand as he closed around the wildly pumping heart. A choking sound escaped Peter's lips as his brain attempted to process what was happening. Jack was on the verge, he could feel his throbbing erection pressed against his thigh. He held the slippery muscle in his hand a moment longer before he drove the knife into the wound.

His own heart was beating wildly, making it difficult to control the knife but he persevered. He cut the arteries connecting the heart to the rest of the body and removed the palpitating organ. He held it carefully in his hand and watched the blood spray out. Jack felt his climax building as he stared at the fist sized muscle. Before he sprayed, Jack dropped the front of his pants and whipped out his cock. He pressed his flared head to a ventricle and unloaded into it. The force of his orgasm nearly knocked him off his feet. Spots appeared in his vision as his body shook in time with his heartbeat. Or maybe it was Peter's heartbeat? Jack let the afterglow wash over him for a moment, not even realizing how much blood had covered his body. He slowly got around to tucking his dick back into his pants and began to clean up. He had a plan for getting rid of the body. He knew he wanted to do this again but... he'd have to move to a new area to do that. Jack smirked as he undid the ropes, completely unaware of the set of eyes watching him.
 
Thank you! I'll definitely try to update at least once a week.
 
Caleb would love to knaw on Peter's heart knowing he was also consuming Jack's hot cum.
 
Hey, well-written thoughtful story - not really my turn-on but I'm still enjoying it. Great start here!
 
Nicely written. Interesting to see where it goes
 
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