TallBlond1
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Action Off Interstate 80
by Steve Geary
Dead. It's a sexy word, isn't it?
So hot to look at a young, dead male body that moments before was inhabited by a soul. So satisfying, knowing that because of what you've done, every wisp of life has been crushed out of it.
I'm going to tell you all about my latest adventure out on the highway, but first I'm gonna tell you what it's like to be me. I'm sure most of you can relate.
My name's Doobie and I'm a police officer in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I was born deep in the heart of Texas, where everything's big. I'm thirty years old, I've got a handsome face with kissable lips and bedroom eyes. My stomach's rippled and flat, and I've got strong round boulders for shoulders. The chicks really dig how I exude a tough masculinity. I like to think of myself as a walking sex machine, and I'm always on the lookout for fresh meat.
Guy meat. Not chicks.
Yeah, I'm gay. I just think male bodies are better. Stronger. Sexier, and hotter to fuck around with.
It takes years for a male body to come into its own, and if you cross me, I can gloriously wreck that proud achievement of yours in no time flat.
Death - the ultimate power play. It makes me feel more alive than ever, knowing that I've taken some hoodlum and reduced him to a bloody chunk of dead meat.
I love to entertain myself in my quiet moments, spelling the magic word out slowly and softly: D-E-A-D. Yeah, it's a great hobby. I make guys dead. Gives me a hard-on just thinking about it.
It's almost better than sex. Sometimes I combine the two for a hot thrill.
I've played with strapping young thugs the way a cat plays with a mouse. I make them my toys. I turn my toys into, how shall I put it? - things. Hell, yeah. Immobile, messy, gruesome things. Hot times.
Of course, I pick my toys carefully. Just young guys for me. The older ones wind up in jail and await a trial.
A toy should be sexy, full of promise and fun potential. The best toys have hot, boyish or handsome faces, and flawless skin. Their bodies are manly and impressive. Anyone who looks great, and tangles with me, does so at his own risk.
And you can relax - I only kill the ones who deserve it.
Tough luck, punk. Better luck next life.
Of course, a toy doesn't always appreciate the favor I'm doing him. His body is going through a lot of pain as I send him down his death journey. But anyone who's religious, like me, knows that Heaven's a better place, and I'm merely helping the asshole on his way. If he ends up going to Hell instead, it's not my fault he didn't say his prayers.
As the soul is forced to leave its previous home, it's soaring on some mysterious trip that none of us will ever know until we're there. I'm giving the guy a hot, unexpected adventure, and my gift saves him from the boring, slow deterioration of old age.
A forced death on an otherwise healthy body must be one helluva wild roller coaster ride. As you know, the best thrill rides take time, and they go through lots of bends, curves, and surprises. If I do my job right, a strong body will die incrementally, with its owner fully conscious, so he can enjoy every new, painful phase of his inevitable destruction.
One thing more before I tell you my adventure. Although I love their young bodies, if there's one kind of personality I hate, it's the cute, nelly twink. I get a special pleasure out of wrecking a twink's evening. Twinks give gay guys like me a bad name.
You know the type. Young and flighty. Soft around the edges, with weird voices and nothing but vacuums inside their heads. They think they're so special, so much better and sexier than the rest of us, because they're twenty years old and "pretty". I tell them, "Oh, you're hot all right. Bet it took a lot of fucking work to become such a young airhead."
Anyway, last weekend, my work buddy, Snake, and I got together. His real name is Kevin, but I call him Snake. If you saw the huge one-eyed python that hangs between his legs, you'd call him Snake, too.
Like me, Snake's a cop. He's about my age; in fact, because of his strong physique, we almost look like twins. We realized pretty early on that we think much the same. And we like to share in the fun.
It was our day off, and we were on Highway 80, many miles west of Cheyenne. I'm sure you've seen pics of this highway. Hundreds of miles of nothing but straight road, sagebrush, desert and cactus. Hardly any traffic. A mountain in the distance looks like it's hours away, and after driving 50 miles, that same mountain still looks as far off as it did a half hour ago. A gas station sign might say, "Next gas, 110 miles".
So, Snake was driving me slowly along this open road in my pick-up so I could use prairie dogs for target practice. Suddenly, he starts singing a song.
'You don't peel a banana when it's wrinkled and brown. An apple ain't for pickin' when it's mushed on the ground.
You gotta eat the orange at the proper time. You gotta chew the fruit up while the juice is prime.
So chew up ev'ry thing you can, til you don't want any more.
Eat the best. As for the rest, toss out the seeds and core.
Annihilate the apple, and know that you are blessed.
You took all you wanted. The worms will get the rest.
Don't feel any sorrow. The end is meant to be.
Someday, perhaps tomorrow, your seeds'll be a tree.'
"What the hell was that, Snake?" I said.
He looked at me. "Don't you get it?" I shook my head. "No, I don't. Who wrote that thing?"
Snake smiled proudly. "I did!"
I looked at him in disgust. "Without a doubt, Snake, that's the goddamnest worst song I ever heard."
"Aw, you're just not artistic, Doob. I wanna be a songwriter. And that song was about us." I shook my head. "Never mind," I said. "Hey, slow down! I see a prairie dog. I'm gonna shoot it."
Just as I'm aiming my AK-47 assault rifle, along comes a guy in this Cavalier convertible with a boy at his side. Even from a distance, I can see that the older one's attractive, probably in his late thirties. I can tell they're father and son. The Dad slows down to avoid hitting my truck, and the pussy boy points at me and says, "Look, Dad! Look at the silly man with the dumb hat!" The two of them laughed, and drove off.
They laughed! At me, dammit!
Now, I can take a joke like any man. But it all depends on who tells it. That was a twink if ever there was one! And I've loved this hat ever since I stole it off that dead Indian.
I sat there in my truck, holding my gun, looked at Snake, and we stewed for a spell. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" I asked. And he looks at me and gives me this big, shit-eating grin and says, "Hell, yeah!"
We knew there was only one thing we could do. I'm sure many of you readers would've done the same.
I pointed to my buddy's right foot on the pedal. "Floor it, Snake," I said. "Yee-HAW!" he cried, and dust flew high in the air behind us. It was time to settle the score.
The convertible was a dot in the distance, but not for long. Soon we were directly behind the car, and I could see the two guys inside it had noticed us. They looked back at my truck and were talking between themselves excitedly. Suddenly, the father stepped hard on the gas pedal. I knew they might get away, so, aiming carefully, I shot out his left rear tire.
I could hear the guys yell right after their tire got hit. The car temporarily lost control, and veered recklessly off into the desert. The man regained his steering, but instead of getting back on the road, he made a beeline out into the middle of nowhere.
Was he even thinking?! I mean, how far was he going to get with a crippled tire? Did he really think that if he went off the road, I'd let him go?!
Snake and I grinned at each other as we watched the two of them trek away from any sign of civilization. Bits of damaged tire kept shooting sideways off the car. Five miles out, I shot out the right tire, and the car again swerved. It hobbled along, going slower and slower. Just as the car passed an old tree, out in the middle of nowhere, I'd had enough. My third bullet made the windshield shatter into a thousand pieces, and the car rolled to a stop.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot! We're not armed!" The father cried, his hands up in the air. Snake and I got out of my truck. "Search 'em, Snake," I said, grabbing my rifle as we slammed the doors behind us. "I'm gonna check their car for cellphones." I didn't want to worry that they'd called anyone for help. Luckily, I found nothing.
As I came back to my buddy, I saw that he'd taken his A-47 and was aiming it at them carefully while he searched them. "I think they're clean, Doob," he said, "but we oughta strip them to make sure."
"What do you want from us?" the boy cried.
"You heard the man, you stupid fuck!" I yelled. "Off with your clothes."
Trembling, both of the guys pulled their shirts over their heads, and I got a chance to silently examine our catch.
The man was an Adonis - piercing blue eyes and shocks of sunbleached blond hair, with healthy tufts of fur climbing up the middle of his abs, spreading out to cover his entire chest. He was a sight to behold as the T-shirt peeled off. He paused, then glumly kicked off his shoes and started undoing his belt buckle.
The boy embodied everything wholesome and sexy about America. His face was fresh, his teeth were a perfect white, and his blue eyes were sharp. He was muscled, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on his torso that shouldn't have been there. He wore his blond hair high and tight. The climate had given his sunkissed face a healthy glow. The first sprinklings of hair had started sprouting in the middle of his chest. Like his father, his armpits were full and rich. Nature had smiled on him.
"What's your name, and how old are you, boy?" I asked. "My name's Tommy, and I'm nineteen, sir," he gulped as he and his Dad now stood in front of us wearing nothing but underwear. The father looked at us both and mumbled, "I'm Tom."
With Snake's assault weapon at the ready, I lowered my gun, came up to the boy, and reached inside his briefs, pushing my hand roughly past the soft pubic curls. I grabbed his dick, and Tommy sucked in his breath, startled. "Keep your faggot paws off my son!" the Dad snarled.
I removed my hand and smiled at Tom, the elder. "Handcuff 'em, Snake," I ordered as I pointed my rifle again toward both of them.
Snake went back to the pick-up. "We've got all our usual tools in the back, Doob," he said as he brought some of them over. I smiled.
"Let me tell you what you two have done here," I matter-of-factly said to Tom. "Snake and I are police officers. Your son insulted me and my hat, and that's a crime. You also left the scene of the crime, and attempted to resist arrest. You drove off the highway, and endangered the life of this fine tree here. That tree's been growing for a hundred years, and we're proud of it in these here parts. And now you, sir," I said, pointing directly at him, "have insulted me by calling me a faggot."
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
Snake handcuffed their wrists behind them while I spoke. "What I ought to do is run you both to jail. Instead, I'm gonna be nice. Sir, you called me a faggot. I'll let you go, and we'll even help you fix your car - if you give your boy a blowjob."
A look of terror struck both of the men's faces. They both went white. "I could never do that," Tom said.
"Sir," I replied, "you don't seem to understand your situation." I aimed my rifle directly between his eyes. "We could kill both of you, right now, and there wouldn't be one witness."
With that, I reached back into Tommy's underwear and gently massaged his prick. He again sucked in his breath. I pulled the underwear down, revealing a handsome, manly young cock which sprouted proudly from its blond bush. Generous blond hair ran all the way up his legs. "Both of you," I said. "I won't say it again. Get naked."
Reluctantly, both men did as I said.
Snake and I joined them. We were all nude in the hot sun--well, almost; I kept on the hat which had caused all this ruckus. Snake and I were both stroking our big cocks as I ordered the father to kneel in front of his boy.
"Forgive me, son," the Dad said as his offspring watched the tongue lick at the sexy cockhead. I'm sure neither of them had ever thought they'd see this.
Damn. Seeing a Dad go down on his own son just about made me cum right then and there.
I slipped a Viagra into the boy's mouth to make sure he'd react. I needn't have worried. No matter what was going on inside Tommy's head, his huge nineteen-year-old penis betrayed him. It was rapidly filling with blood, and it pulsed as his father wetted the drooling head.
The boy moaned as his young manhood was allowed to blossom inside his father's salivating jaws. "Oh, Dad," he moaned softly as the cock became hard as a rock. Tom started walking his lips down his boy's thick, veiny fuckrod, staring up at his son with a determined look. More and more of the hot cock shined with saliva.
The father started groaning and began to jack his big penis, too. The boy's body wasn't as big as his Dad yet, but the long pieces of fuckmeat were the exact same size and shape. I've gotta tell you, it was real hot to watch. Snake fed the Dad a Viagra, too, which the father gratefully accepted. We realized that both Father and son were getting into this.
"Fuck yeah, Dad. Suck my cock," the boy cried, fucking the face hole with a vengeance. The father growled as his passion built. I could tell both of them were close to cumming. We'd turned these guys into animals.
"Hold on a sec," Snake yelled. "I want some of that boy's mouth." He pushed the Dad away from his son's throbbing cock, which was at full throttle and spilling precum like a leaky faucet. I could tell both of them were frustrated that they'd been interrupted.
Pushing the boy to the ground with his hands still handcuffed behind him, Snake rammed his cockmeat into the young, sunbleached face. The boy was taken completely aback. He'd probably never sucked dick before, and here he had a fat hairy monster prick burrowing itself down deep into his face. Snake grinned evilly and yanked at the yellow bristles on the boy's head, forcing the face to get fucked again and again. "Yeah, ya damn cocksucker!" he growled.
The son slurped, grunted and gurgled. I knew he was embarrassed that his father would see him this way, but what else could he do? The Dad looked horrified as his strapping son's face was consumed for some stud stranger's sexual pleasure.
"Stop it," the Dad cried. "You're hurting him." "You shut the fuck up," I shot back. "This is gonna happen, so you may as well just fucking enjoy it, asswipe."
The kid wasn't able to breathe. His face grew redder, and his jaw probably felt as though it were about to break off at the back hinge. Snake snarled as he pushed the cock all the way in, holding it there. He let his meat marinate inside the face while the boy's eyes darted around desperately. I knew the kid wouldn't last very long at this rate. Snake beat the sides of the boy's head roughly... not enough to bruise, but enough to remind the kid who's boss.
"Yeah, Snake! Do it, buddy!" I yelled. Suddenly, the boy's stomach tried to heave. This created several throat contractions which sent Snake over the edge. The base of Snake's cock pulsed, and instantly, huge blasts of hot sex liquid coated the throat chamber.
Snake's face was a joy to behold. It looked so peaceful as he pulled out of the boy's head, and, spraying his cock left to right, painted the entire face down with semen. All over the eyes and the nose, the cock spewed its sticky treasure. What had been a fresh, wholesome face was now a dripping, gooey mess, as if an entire bowl of cake icing had been dumped onto it.
"Look what you did to my boy's face," Tom said bitterly. "Please, guys - clean him up."
"You stupid fuck, you're gonna clean it up!" I laughed as I dragged the Dad over to his son. "Do it."
My face went mean. "LICK!"
The revulsion on Tom's face made my entire week worthwhile. I could tell Tom hated that he was now expected to ingest a stranger's cum. But with two rifles aimed at him, what choice did he have? Breathing heavily, his heart racing, Tom did as he was told. "Hang loose, son. It'll be okay," he said as his long tongue started licking off his boy's face.
"Deep in the eyesockets," I ordered. "You've gotta get every bit of it." As Tommy winced, his Dad licked into the eyelids and eyelashes. Slowly, Snake's sperm was being deposited into Daddy's stomach.
"Ok, Snake, wrap Pop around that cactus," I ordered. Snake grabbed Tom, lifted him up and brought his still-handcuffed arms down around a cactus pole. No doubt, the needles in Tom's back hurt.
I looked at the son. "Bitchboy, we're not done with you."
I looked at Tommy's perspiring face. He looked hot as hell as he stared at me, frightened and trembling. His chest and forehead had broken into a sweat. His cock was still at full-mast, throbbing from the Viagra, and frustrated that it hadn't been allowed to shoot. He was a very hot young man. Naturally, I wanted to kill him.
This is the twink who'd insulted me, and I wasn't going to let him forget it.
I pulled out my pocket knife. "I think your Dad left some of Snake's jizz on your face, boy," I said. "And there's saliva all over it. But don't worry, I'll take it all off."
With Snake helping me hold the kid's face in place, I poked my blade into the cheek, just below the cheekbone. Blood immediately started to ooze from the wound. Using my thumb for leverage, I pulled a tab of skin back, and with a huge rip, pulled hard. A large sheath of cheekskin tore off.
The studly youth screamed with agony. Hearing his son cry made Daddy yell in anguish, too.
But I'd only started. I moved to the other cheek and did the same there. I skinned the boy's forehead. Tears flew out the boy's face as he bawled his eyes out. "Please stop, please stop," he cried. "My face, my face."
I then carefully worked my way down into Tommy's jawline. Those Indians skin the scalps off, but I take off an entire face. Soon, the front of the boy's head was an oozing, juicy red pulp.
Yep, the kid wasn't handsome any more. Tough luck, asshole.
Snake had grabbed a sandwich and coffee, watching the show, his rifle and bayonet at the ready just in case it was needed.
Once I was done with Tommy's face, I wrapped him around a second cactus and had him sit, facing his Dad.
Now it was time for his Dad to suck me off. You might think I'm paranoid, but I just didn't trust this older guy now. He wouldn't have hurt his son's cock, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to bite through mine.
"Toss me the pliers, Snake," I said. "I need to re-work Daddy Fag's mouth."
Tom was horrified to see me reach into his mouth with the pliers. "Bit by bit, we're gonna make this mouth safe," I announced. I held Tom's front left tooth firmly in the pliers' grip. Slowly, I pulled. It took several attempts to get it right, but with a few twists, the tooth came out by the root. Daddy screamed, and his eyes were wide open, shocked in disbelief, as I yanked out the chopper and showed it to him.
The next tooth came out easier as I established a rhythm. The entire mouth filled up with blood as Mister-Used-To-Be-Handsome screamed in agonizing pain. The back molars were the hardest to get, but thanks to my determination, I got them, too.
The kid watched in horror, his face bleeding, as he saw another member of the family get a makeover. He'd close his eyes, and against his better judgment, open them to see what new damage I'd inflicted onto his Dad.
Now, Daddy's mouth was ready to be fucked. But the asshole wouldn't open his mouth, even with a gun pointed at him. "Saw," I ordered, the way a doctor would call for a scalpel during an operation.
Snake handed me a small handsaw and I fit the teeth of the blade inside the bloody face hole. The saw's teeth rested on the mouth corners. Whistling while I worked, I started sawing down into the face. Tom spluttered blood, cried and yelled as he felt this new pain. Soon Daddy was literally grinning from ear to ear. No doubt he wondered where this would all end.
I held the pieces of face together with my hands as my dick porked the huge hole. Daddy's eyes had a flabbergasted, pained expression as my hairy fucktool dicked his lower head. The blood acted like lube as I churned my penis around and around in the man's throat. I grinned and winked at my buddy Snake, who smiled approvingly.
As I felt myself start to cum, I pulled out and aimed my cock directly at the guy's eyes. For half a minute I shot my load into his bloodshot eyes. I stood up and let him stay on the ground, struggling to recover his senses and any semblance of dignity. I chuckled. It was too late for that.
Now it was time to really party.
He was facing his boy. I grabbed some chain and a metal ring from the back of the truck, clamped the ring around the boy's neck and locked it in place. Snake brought over a footstool, and right under the tree, we had the boy stand on the stool. The chain was clamped to the neck ring and thrown over a sturdy tree limb.
The boy whimpered through his skinned face, but his cock was still hard, probably thanks to the Viagra. "Kid, the court finds you guilty of insulting me and my hat," I said. "Your first punishment is that you're not going to be allowed to talk again."
With that, I held his head back and rammed my knife up through his larynx into his mouth. I smiled as I twisted it around. He was mumbling and delirious, his eyes half-crazed with bewilderment. His father cried in horror.
Tommy closed his eyes. With his mouth wide open, I could see the knife's shiny surface between his teeth. With a yank, I pulled the knife out of the kid's voicebox. Blood cascaded down his neck.
With the father still able to view the action, Snake now lifted up Daddy's torso and spread him on all fours. Snake immediately straddled the Dad's anal opening and raped the whore bitch doggie-style.
It was hot as hell, watching Dad's virgin pussy lips cave in again and again as Snake thrust the hard fuckmeat through the sphincter. Snake's snake was soon covered with blood, which gave him the utmost pleasure.
But he tired of so traditional a fuckhole rather quickly. Kicking the father onto his back, he eyed the man's front and held his AK-47 with the bayonet high up over his head. Where to make a new hole? The belly button. Yeah, that'll do it.
Snake gave out a war cry. Instantly, he slammed the bayonet down, perfectly spearing the navel. The father screamed.
With a few skilled twists, Snake created a new hole in Daddy's body. Straddling the torso and bringing his face directly up to the father's, Snake smiled a full-toothed, nasty grin as he inserted his hard-on into the wound and pushed. The beautiful prick burrowed deep inside the intestines. Soon, Snake's muscled buttocks were clenching and bouncing in rhythm with his dick, his cum-filled balls eager to shoot a load.
Then Snake inserted his thumbs into the new hole and peeled the skin back. "Your Dad's got guts, kid," he said, "and I'll prove it to you."
With his cock continuing to fuck, Snake pulled intestines out of the seeping wound and showed them to both father and son. He had the most sexy, evil grin on his face as the man’s body was slowly dismantled. Snake was well on his way to a second orgasm. Somehow, the father managed to remain conscious.
I now reached down to the boy's perfect blond-haired dick. No doubt he was proud of it. I wondered how many chicks he'd already fucked with it in his young adult life, and how many mouths had enjoyed the thrill of sucking it. Squeezing the Viagra-induced hard-on gently at the base, I allowed the cockhead to fill up with blood. This was going to be sweet.
Carefully I placed the sharp edge of the knife against the head, then applied pressure. As the boy's mouth opened up, trying to scream, the cockhead started buckling inward. In an instant, it had succumbed to my knife's determined advances.
Unable to talk anymore, the kid made horrible guttural sounds as his perfect cockhead was sliced in two. Blood erupted out of the penile wound. I happily watched his face as the bloody knife slid past the circumcision scar, peeling apart the thick stalk and revealing its spongy, bloody insides. The cock was being sliced as easily as a banana, and soon I'd reached the hairy base.
Holding the base firmly with one hand, I put the knife on its serrated edge and sawed into it roughly. It peeled away from the penis hairs. With a snap of my wrist, the cock tore off entirely, neatly liberated from the boy's crotch.
Blood, cum, and urine flowed freely. I took the ruined penis and grinned as I twirled it in front of the boy's face, creating a breeze. The boy's eyes expressed total horror and disbelief.
I knew I had this coming, from the moment he'd insulted me. Now, to add insult to injury, I had another nasty surprise for him. "Bet you always wanted to suck your own dick, didn't you, boy?" I laughed. I twisted open his mouth and stuffed the cock into his cheeks. To make sure that he didn't spit it out, I grabbed a huge staple gun with one hand and pulled on his lips with another.
With a sharp 'ker-CHUNK!' sound, the lips were entwined together forever. His wide eyes groaned as they tried to endure even more pain. To assure that his mouth would never open again, I applied several more 'ker-CHUNKS!' to the mouth corners. Now, the only way the youth could breathe was through his nose.
I tell ya, nobody has more of a sex drive than Snake. He tired of fucking Daddy's guts, and now he wanted a new hole. Grabbing an axe, he slammed it down hard on the father's neck, splintering it. Blood poured out Tom's mouth as his eyes flew open. After the second blow, the head tumbled off.
The boy was barely conscious, but he witnessed his father's beheading. For half a minute, the neck squirted large fountains of blood from the destroyed body.
Young Tommy may not have realized it, but a head can survive for several seconds after it's been ripped free of its neck constraints. Snake grabbed the head and brought it up close to the boy's face. Daddy's eyes blinked and looked around desperately. He surely realized that this last blow to his body was fatal, and he looked helplessly at his boy. His mouth tried to form words. I thought he was trying to say, "I'm sorry, son."
Instead, a huge cockhead suddenly came out of the mouth. Snake had pushed his big dick up through the new neck hole. Holding Daddy's jaws wide open, Snake grinned evilly at the boy and fucked the head. Again and again the cockhead appeared while Dad's eyes darted around, rapidly at first and then more slowly as Daddy’s brain lost consciousness. The eyes glazed over but remained open. Suddenly, Snake thrust his pelvis forward--and out of Dad's mouth, another huge sperm eruption shot, the cockhead spewing cum all over Tommy's peeled-away face.
Done with the head, Snake threw his arm back and hurled the head face-first into the tree. The tree caught the head at just the right angle. It broke into two chunks upon impact.
Young Tommy had been struggling, hanging onto life and breathing with difficulty out of his nose. Now it was time to make all breathing stop. Grabbing my staple gun, and with a loud 'ker-CHUNK!', Tommy's final air passageway was cut off.
At this point, I might've feigned a change of heart, and let the victim think I'd save him by pretending to attempt staple removal. That, in and of itself, can be very cruel, as a victim hopes in vain for a last-second reprieve. But this boy had really hurt me, and I wanted him to suffer hard, up until the very last second. I knew I had, at best, only a couple of minutes to leave the kid with an indelible impression.
I had Snake hold the back of the boy's still-conscious head in place. Then I took a swing at the boy's stapled nose and drove my fist through it. It immediately bent inward and to the side. Blood sprayed out of the nose.
Another blow to his face shattered the right cheekbone. I smashed his face again and again, inspecting the damage after each blow. His wincing eyes kept looking at me, recovering after each strike, but each time opening again a bit slower and appearing more vacant. His brain was dying.
I knew Tommy’s sexy chest was desperate to take in oxygen, but he wasn't going to get any. "YEAH! Fucking DIE, TWINK!" I yelled. After each word, I punctuated my anger. "Yer -POW- gonna -POW- fry -POW- in -POW- HELL!"
The boy may have been pretty in life, but he wasn't anymore. Just before death overtook him, I ordered Spike to let go of his head. With that, I kicked the stool out from underneath him and smashed his nose straight to the back of the skull. The face caved in like a beer can.
The body flew into the air. As it swung downward, the neck caught in the ring and instantly broke. The body was now a carcass, and it swung wildly back and forth from the force of my blow, not resting for a good five minutes. Finally, the corpse dangled mid-air, limp.
Yeah, these guys got what they deserved. So did all those guys before them - that young shoplifter. The teenage jaywalker. That fucker who was loitering on the corner. As I told you earlier, I only do this to the guys who have it coming.
We placed the naked corpses side-by-side in the car. The boy was totally unrecognizable. The bigger chunks of the Dad's head were placed in his lap. We had them holding hands. I poured gasoline all over the car, and we stepped back as Snake threw the match. With a boom, the entire car enveloped itself in flame.
"Holy shit, that's beautiful!" Snake whistled as dark clouds of smelly hot waste tumbled upwards and scorched the air. Soon the bodies had charred to a crispy black crust.
Driving away from the wreckage, I peered into my sideview mirror as the bonfire grew smaller in the distance. Just as we went around a rock formation, I saw a huge explosion. The flames had hit the gas tank. Snake caught the sight, too. His face lit up as he saw the car gloriously detonate half a mile into the sky. It was better than fireworks. Snake whooped out a hearty laugh which showed off his pink tongue.
Snake happily returned to his song:
'nnihilate the apple, and know that you are blessed.
You took all you wanted. The worms will get the rest.'/I]
Watching Snake sing while he's happy, I couldn't help but notice the little kid still inside him. Here he was, a grown man, and his face had the joyful, boyish expression of a ten-year-old eating an ice cream cone. Yep, when Snake's happy, there just isn't anything sexier.
"Ya know what, Snake?" I said admiringly as I finished rolling a joint, "I love you like a brother. You're one helluva hot motherfucker, and if you weren't such a great pal, I'd kill you."
Snake chuckled as he took the joint from my fingers. "Doobie, ol' buddy," he said, "coming from you, that's the ultimate compliment!" He sang the final refrain of his song.
'Don't feel any sorrow. The end is meant to be.
Someday, perhaps tomorrow, your seeds'll be a tree.'/I]
"Do you get it yet why this is our song, Doob?" he grinned devilishly after taking a hit.
"Yeah, I get it." I smiled thoughtfully, rolling the window down a crack and taking in the fresh night air.
There was a short pause. Then I looked at Snake and smiled.
"But," I added dryly, "I doubt the seed those guys spilled back there will grow anything, broiled into the sand of this godforsaken desert."
by Steve Geary
Dead. It's a sexy word, isn't it?
So hot to look at a young, dead male body that moments before was inhabited by a soul. So satisfying, knowing that because of what you've done, every wisp of life has been crushed out of it.
I'm going to tell you all about my latest adventure out on the highway, but first I'm gonna tell you what it's like to be me. I'm sure most of you can relate.
My name's Doobie and I'm a police officer in Cheyenne, Wyoming. I was born deep in the heart of Texas, where everything's big. I'm thirty years old, I've got a handsome face with kissable lips and bedroom eyes. My stomach's rippled and flat, and I've got strong round boulders for shoulders. The chicks really dig how I exude a tough masculinity. I like to think of myself as a walking sex machine, and I'm always on the lookout for fresh meat.
Guy meat. Not chicks.
Yeah, I'm gay. I just think male bodies are better. Stronger. Sexier, and hotter to fuck around with.
It takes years for a male body to come into its own, and if you cross me, I can gloriously wreck that proud achievement of yours in no time flat.
Death - the ultimate power play. It makes me feel more alive than ever, knowing that I've taken some hoodlum and reduced him to a bloody chunk of dead meat.
I love to entertain myself in my quiet moments, spelling the magic word out slowly and softly: D-E-A-D. Yeah, it's a great hobby. I make guys dead. Gives me a hard-on just thinking about it.
It's almost better than sex. Sometimes I combine the two for a hot thrill.
I've played with strapping young thugs the way a cat plays with a mouse. I make them my toys. I turn my toys into, how shall I put it? - things. Hell, yeah. Immobile, messy, gruesome things. Hot times.
Of course, I pick my toys carefully. Just young guys for me. The older ones wind up in jail and await a trial.
A toy should be sexy, full of promise and fun potential. The best toys have hot, boyish or handsome faces, and flawless skin. Their bodies are manly and impressive. Anyone who looks great, and tangles with me, does so at his own risk.
And you can relax - I only kill the ones who deserve it.
Tough luck, punk. Better luck next life.
Of course, a toy doesn't always appreciate the favor I'm doing him. His body is going through a lot of pain as I send him down his death journey. But anyone who's religious, like me, knows that Heaven's a better place, and I'm merely helping the asshole on his way. If he ends up going to Hell instead, it's not my fault he didn't say his prayers.
As the soul is forced to leave its previous home, it's soaring on some mysterious trip that none of us will ever know until we're there. I'm giving the guy a hot, unexpected adventure, and my gift saves him from the boring, slow deterioration of old age.
A forced death on an otherwise healthy body must be one helluva wild roller coaster ride. As you know, the best thrill rides take time, and they go through lots of bends, curves, and surprises. If I do my job right, a strong body will die incrementally, with its owner fully conscious, so he can enjoy every new, painful phase of his inevitable destruction.
One thing more before I tell you my adventure. Although I love their young bodies, if there's one kind of personality I hate, it's the cute, nelly twink. I get a special pleasure out of wrecking a twink's evening. Twinks give gay guys like me a bad name.
You know the type. Young and flighty. Soft around the edges, with weird voices and nothing but vacuums inside their heads. They think they're so special, so much better and sexier than the rest of us, because they're twenty years old and "pretty". I tell them, "Oh, you're hot all right. Bet it took a lot of fucking work to become such a young airhead."
Anyway, last weekend, my work buddy, Snake, and I got together. His real name is Kevin, but I call him Snake. If you saw the huge one-eyed python that hangs between his legs, you'd call him Snake, too.
Like me, Snake's a cop. He's about my age; in fact, because of his strong physique, we almost look like twins. We realized pretty early on that we think much the same. And we like to share in the fun.
It was our day off, and we were on Highway 80, many miles west of Cheyenne. I'm sure you've seen pics of this highway. Hundreds of miles of nothing but straight road, sagebrush, desert and cactus. Hardly any traffic. A mountain in the distance looks like it's hours away, and after driving 50 miles, that same mountain still looks as far off as it did a half hour ago. A gas station sign might say, "Next gas, 110 miles".
So, Snake was driving me slowly along this open road in my pick-up so I could use prairie dogs for target practice. Suddenly, he starts singing a song.
'You don't peel a banana when it's wrinkled and brown. An apple ain't for pickin' when it's mushed on the ground.
You gotta eat the orange at the proper time. You gotta chew the fruit up while the juice is prime.
So chew up ev'ry thing you can, til you don't want any more.
Eat the best. As for the rest, toss out the seeds and core.
Annihilate the apple, and know that you are blessed.
You took all you wanted. The worms will get the rest.
Don't feel any sorrow. The end is meant to be.
Someday, perhaps tomorrow, your seeds'll be a tree.'
"What the hell was that, Snake?" I said.
He looked at me. "Don't you get it?" I shook my head. "No, I don't. Who wrote that thing?"
Snake smiled proudly. "I did!"
I looked at him in disgust. "Without a doubt, Snake, that's the goddamnest worst song I ever heard."
"Aw, you're just not artistic, Doob. I wanna be a songwriter. And that song was about us." I shook my head. "Never mind," I said. "Hey, slow down! I see a prairie dog. I'm gonna shoot it."
Just as I'm aiming my AK-47 assault rifle, along comes a guy in this Cavalier convertible with a boy at his side. Even from a distance, I can see that the older one's attractive, probably in his late thirties. I can tell they're father and son. The Dad slows down to avoid hitting my truck, and the pussy boy points at me and says, "Look, Dad! Look at the silly man with the dumb hat!" The two of them laughed, and drove off.
They laughed! At me, dammit!
Now, I can take a joke like any man. But it all depends on who tells it. That was a twink if ever there was one! And I've loved this hat ever since I stole it off that dead Indian.
I sat there in my truck, holding my gun, looked at Snake, and we stewed for a spell. "You thinkin' what I'm thinkin'?" I asked. And he looks at me and gives me this big, shit-eating grin and says, "Hell, yeah!"
We knew there was only one thing we could do. I'm sure many of you readers would've done the same.
I pointed to my buddy's right foot on the pedal. "Floor it, Snake," I said. "Yee-HAW!" he cried, and dust flew high in the air behind us. It was time to settle the score.
The convertible was a dot in the distance, but not for long. Soon we were directly behind the car, and I could see the two guys inside it had noticed us. They looked back at my truck and were talking between themselves excitedly. Suddenly, the father stepped hard on the gas pedal. I knew they might get away, so, aiming carefully, I shot out his left rear tire.
I could hear the guys yell right after their tire got hit. The car temporarily lost control, and veered recklessly off into the desert. The man regained his steering, but instead of getting back on the road, he made a beeline out into the middle of nowhere.
Was he even thinking?! I mean, how far was he going to get with a crippled tire? Did he really think that if he went off the road, I'd let him go?!
Snake and I grinned at each other as we watched the two of them trek away from any sign of civilization. Bits of damaged tire kept shooting sideways off the car. Five miles out, I shot out the right tire, and the car again swerved. It hobbled along, going slower and slower. Just as the car passed an old tree, out in the middle of nowhere, I'd had enough. My third bullet made the windshield shatter into a thousand pieces, and the car rolled to a stop.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot! We're not armed!" The father cried, his hands up in the air. Snake and I got out of my truck. "Search 'em, Snake," I said, grabbing my rifle as we slammed the doors behind us. "I'm gonna check their car for cellphones." I didn't want to worry that they'd called anyone for help. Luckily, I found nothing.
As I came back to my buddy, I saw that he'd taken his A-47 and was aiming it at them carefully while he searched them. "I think they're clean, Doob," he said, "but we oughta strip them to make sure."
"What do you want from us?" the boy cried.
"You heard the man, you stupid fuck!" I yelled. "Off with your clothes."
Trembling, both of the guys pulled their shirts over their heads, and I got a chance to silently examine our catch.
The man was an Adonis - piercing blue eyes and shocks of sunbleached blond hair, with healthy tufts of fur climbing up the middle of his abs, spreading out to cover his entire chest. He was a sight to behold as the T-shirt peeled off. He paused, then glumly kicked off his shoes and started undoing his belt buckle.
The boy embodied everything wholesome and sexy about America. His face was fresh, his teeth were a perfect white, and his blue eyes were sharp. He was muscled, and there wasn't an ounce of fat on his torso that shouldn't have been there. He wore his blond hair high and tight. The climate had given his sunkissed face a healthy glow. The first sprinklings of hair had started sprouting in the middle of his chest. Like his father, his armpits were full and rich. Nature had smiled on him.
"What's your name, and how old are you, boy?" I asked. "My name's Tommy, and I'm nineteen, sir," he gulped as he and his Dad now stood in front of us wearing nothing but underwear. The father looked at us both and mumbled, "I'm Tom."
With Snake's assault weapon at the ready, I lowered my gun, came up to the boy, and reached inside his briefs, pushing my hand roughly past the soft pubic curls. I grabbed his dick, and Tommy sucked in his breath, startled. "Keep your faggot paws off my son!" the Dad snarled.
I removed my hand and smiled at Tom, the elder. "Handcuff 'em, Snake," I ordered as I pointed my rifle again toward both of them.
Snake went back to the pick-up. "We've got all our usual tools in the back, Doob," he said as he brought some of them over. I smiled.
"Let me tell you what you two have done here," I matter-of-factly said to Tom. "Snake and I are police officers. Your son insulted me and my hat, and that's a crime. You also left the scene of the crime, and attempted to resist arrest. You drove off the highway, and endangered the life of this fine tree here. That tree's been growing for a hundred years, and we're proud of it in these here parts. And now you, sir," I said, pointing directly at him, "have insulted me by calling me a faggot."
"I'm sorry," he said softly.
Snake handcuffed their wrists behind them while I spoke. "What I ought to do is run you both to jail. Instead, I'm gonna be nice. Sir, you called me a faggot. I'll let you go, and we'll even help you fix your car - if you give your boy a blowjob."
A look of terror struck both of the men's faces. They both went white. "I could never do that," Tom said.
"Sir," I replied, "you don't seem to understand your situation." I aimed my rifle directly between his eyes. "We could kill both of you, right now, and there wouldn't be one witness."
With that, I reached back into Tommy's underwear and gently massaged his prick. He again sucked in his breath. I pulled the underwear down, revealing a handsome, manly young cock which sprouted proudly from its blond bush. Generous blond hair ran all the way up his legs. "Both of you," I said. "I won't say it again. Get naked."
Reluctantly, both men did as I said.
Snake and I joined them. We were all nude in the hot sun--well, almost; I kept on the hat which had caused all this ruckus. Snake and I were both stroking our big cocks as I ordered the father to kneel in front of his boy.
"Forgive me, son," the Dad said as his offspring watched the tongue lick at the sexy cockhead. I'm sure neither of them had ever thought they'd see this.
Damn. Seeing a Dad go down on his own son just about made me cum right then and there.
I slipped a Viagra into the boy's mouth to make sure he'd react. I needn't have worried. No matter what was going on inside Tommy's head, his huge nineteen-year-old penis betrayed him. It was rapidly filling with blood, and it pulsed as his father wetted the drooling head.
The boy moaned as his young manhood was allowed to blossom inside his father's salivating jaws. "Oh, Dad," he moaned softly as the cock became hard as a rock. Tom started walking his lips down his boy's thick, veiny fuckrod, staring up at his son with a determined look. More and more of the hot cock shined with saliva.
The father started groaning and began to jack his big penis, too. The boy's body wasn't as big as his Dad yet, but the long pieces of fuckmeat were the exact same size and shape. I've gotta tell you, it was real hot to watch. Snake fed the Dad a Viagra, too, which the father gratefully accepted. We realized that both Father and son were getting into this.
"Fuck yeah, Dad. Suck my cock," the boy cried, fucking the face hole with a vengeance. The father growled as his passion built. I could tell both of them were close to cumming. We'd turned these guys into animals.
"Hold on a sec," Snake yelled. "I want some of that boy's mouth." He pushed the Dad away from his son's throbbing cock, which was at full throttle and spilling precum like a leaky faucet. I could tell both of them were frustrated that they'd been interrupted.
Pushing the boy to the ground with his hands still handcuffed behind him, Snake rammed his cockmeat into the young, sunbleached face. The boy was taken completely aback. He'd probably never sucked dick before, and here he had a fat hairy monster prick burrowing itself down deep into his face. Snake grinned evilly and yanked at the yellow bristles on the boy's head, forcing the face to get fucked again and again. "Yeah, ya damn cocksucker!" he growled.
The son slurped, grunted and gurgled. I knew he was embarrassed that his father would see him this way, but what else could he do? The Dad looked horrified as his strapping son's face was consumed for some stud stranger's sexual pleasure.
"Stop it," the Dad cried. "You're hurting him." "You shut the fuck up," I shot back. "This is gonna happen, so you may as well just fucking enjoy it, asswipe."
The kid wasn't able to breathe. His face grew redder, and his jaw probably felt as though it were about to break off at the back hinge. Snake snarled as he pushed the cock all the way in, holding it there. He let his meat marinate inside the face while the boy's eyes darted around desperately. I knew the kid wouldn't last very long at this rate. Snake beat the sides of the boy's head roughly... not enough to bruise, but enough to remind the kid who's boss.
"Yeah, Snake! Do it, buddy!" I yelled. Suddenly, the boy's stomach tried to heave. This created several throat contractions which sent Snake over the edge. The base of Snake's cock pulsed, and instantly, huge blasts of hot sex liquid coated the throat chamber.
Snake's face was a joy to behold. It looked so peaceful as he pulled out of the boy's head, and, spraying his cock left to right, painted the entire face down with semen. All over the eyes and the nose, the cock spewed its sticky treasure. What had been a fresh, wholesome face was now a dripping, gooey mess, as if an entire bowl of cake icing had been dumped onto it.
"Look what you did to my boy's face," Tom said bitterly. "Please, guys - clean him up."
"You stupid fuck, you're gonna clean it up!" I laughed as I dragged the Dad over to his son. "Do it."
My face went mean. "LICK!"
The revulsion on Tom's face made my entire week worthwhile. I could tell Tom hated that he was now expected to ingest a stranger's cum. But with two rifles aimed at him, what choice did he have? Breathing heavily, his heart racing, Tom did as he was told. "Hang loose, son. It'll be okay," he said as his long tongue started licking off his boy's face.
"Deep in the eyesockets," I ordered. "You've gotta get every bit of it." As Tommy winced, his Dad licked into the eyelids and eyelashes. Slowly, Snake's sperm was being deposited into Daddy's stomach.
"Ok, Snake, wrap Pop around that cactus," I ordered. Snake grabbed Tom, lifted him up and brought his still-handcuffed arms down around a cactus pole. No doubt, the needles in Tom's back hurt.
I looked at the son. "Bitchboy, we're not done with you."
I looked at Tommy's perspiring face. He looked hot as hell as he stared at me, frightened and trembling. His chest and forehead had broken into a sweat. His cock was still at full-mast, throbbing from the Viagra, and frustrated that it hadn't been allowed to shoot. He was a very hot young man. Naturally, I wanted to kill him.
This is the twink who'd insulted me, and I wasn't going to let him forget it.
I pulled out my pocket knife. "I think your Dad left some of Snake's jizz on your face, boy," I said. "And there's saliva all over it. But don't worry, I'll take it all off."
With Snake helping me hold the kid's face in place, I poked my blade into the cheek, just below the cheekbone. Blood immediately started to ooze from the wound. Using my thumb for leverage, I pulled a tab of skin back, and with a huge rip, pulled hard. A large sheath of cheekskin tore off.
The studly youth screamed with agony. Hearing his son cry made Daddy yell in anguish, too.
But I'd only started. I moved to the other cheek and did the same there. I skinned the boy's forehead. Tears flew out the boy's face as he bawled his eyes out. "Please stop, please stop," he cried. "My face, my face."
I then carefully worked my way down into Tommy's jawline. Those Indians skin the scalps off, but I take off an entire face. Soon, the front of the boy's head was an oozing, juicy red pulp.
Yep, the kid wasn't handsome any more. Tough luck, asshole.
Snake had grabbed a sandwich and coffee, watching the show, his rifle and bayonet at the ready just in case it was needed.
Once I was done with Tommy's face, I wrapped him around a second cactus and had him sit, facing his Dad.
Now it was time for his Dad to suck me off. You might think I'm paranoid, but I just didn't trust this older guy now. He wouldn't have hurt his son's cock, but that didn't mean he wouldn't try to bite through mine.
"Toss me the pliers, Snake," I said. "I need to re-work Daddy Fag's mouth."
Tom was horrified to see me reach into his mouth with the pliers. "Bit by bit, we're gonna make this mouth safe," I announced. I held Tom's front left tooth firmly in the pliers' grip. Slowly, I pulled. It took several attempts to get it right, but with a few twists, the tooth came out by the root. Daddy screamed, and his eyes were wide open, shocked in disbelief, as I yanked out the chopper and showed it to him.
The next tooth came out easier as I established a rhythm. The entire mouth filled up with blood as Mister-Used-To-Be-Handsome screamed in agonizing pain. The back molars were the hardest to get, but thanks to my determination, I got them, too.
The kid watched in horror, his face bleeding, as he saw another member of the family get a makeover. He'd close his eyes, and against his better judgment, open them to see what new damage I'd inflicted onto his Dad.
Now, Daddy's mouth was ready to be fucked. But the asshole wouldn't open his mouth, even with a gun pointed at him. "Saw," I ordered, the way a doctor would call for a scalpel during an operation.
Snake handed me a small handsaw and I fit the teeth of the blade inside the bloody face hole. The saw's teeth rested on the mouth corners. Whistling while I worked, I started sawing down into the face. Tom spluttered blood, cried and yelled as he felt this new pain. Soon Daddy was literally grinning from ear to ear. No doubt he wondered where this would all end.
I held the pieces of face together with my hands as my dick porked the huge hole. Daddy's eyes had a flabbergasted, pained expression as my hairy fucktool dicked his lower head. The blood acted like lube as I churned my penis around and around in the man's throat. I grinned and winked at my buddy Snake, who smiled approvingly.
As I felt myself start to cum, I pulled out and aimed my cock directly at the guy's eyes. For half a minute I shot my load into his bloodshot eyes. I stood up and let him stay on the ground, struggling to recover his senses and any semblance of dignity. I chuckled. It was too late for that.
Now it was time to really party.
He was facing his boy. I grabbed some chain and a metal ring from the back of the truck, clamped the ring around the boy's neck and locked it in place. Snake brought over a footstool, and right under the tree, we had the boy stand on the stool. The chain was clamped to the neck ring and thrown over a sturdy tree limb.
The boy whimpered through his skinned face, but his cock was still hard, probably thanks to the Viagra. "Kid, the court finds you guilty of insulting me and my hat," I said. "Your first punishment is that you're not going to be allowed to talk again."
With that, I held his head back and rammed my knife up through his larynx into his mouth. I smiled as I twisted it around. He was mumbling and delirious, his eyes half-crazed with bewilderment. His father cried in horror.
Tommy closed his eyes. With his mouth wide open, I could see the knife's shiny surface between his teeth. With a yank, I pulled the knife out of the kid's voicebox. Blood cascaded down his neck.
With the father still able to view the action, Snake now lifted up Daddy's torso and spread him on all fours. Snake immediately straddled the Dad's anal opening and raped the whore bitch doggie-style.
It was hot as hell, watching Dad's virgin pussy lips cave in again and again as Snake thrust the hard fuckmeat through the sphincter. Snake's snake was soon covered with blood, which gave him the utmost pleasure.
But he tired of so traditional a fuckhole rather quickly. Kicking the father onto his back, he eyed the man's front and held his AK-47 with the bayonet high up over his head. Where to make a new hole? The belly button. Yeah, that'll do it.
Snake gave out a war cry. Instantly, he slammed the bayonet down, perfectly spearing the navel. The father screamed.
With a few skilled twists, Snake created a new hole in Daddy's body. Straddling the torso and bringing his face directly up to the father's, Snake smiled a full-toothed, nasty grin as he inserted his hard-on into the wound and pushed. The beautiful prick burrowed deep inside the intestines. Soon, Snake's muscled buttocks were clenching and bouncing in rhythm with his dick, his cum-filled balls eager to shoot a load.
Then Snake inserted his thumbs into the new hole and peeled the skin back. "Your Dad's got guts, kid," he said, "and I'll prove it to you."
With his cock continuing to fuck, Snake pulled intestines out of the seeping wound and showed them to both father and son. He had the most sexy, evil grin on his face as the man’s body was slowly dismantled. Snake was well on his way to a second orgasm. Somehow, the father managed to remain conscious.
I now reached down to the boy's perfect blond-haired dick. No doubt he was proud of it. I wondered how many chicks he'd already fucked with it in his young adult life, and how many mouths had enjoyed the thrill of sucking it. Squeezing the Viagra-induced hard-on gently at the base, I allowed the cockhead to fill up with blood. This was going to be sweet.
Carefully I placed the sharp edge of the knife against the head, then applied pressure. As the boy's mouth opened up, trying to scream, the cockhead started buckling inward. In an instant, it had succumbed to my knife's determined advances.
Unable to talk anymore, the kid made horrible guttural sounds as his perfect cockhead was sliced in two. Blood erupted out of the penile wound. I happily watched his face as the bloody knife slid past the circumcision scar, peeling apart the thick stalk and revealing its spongy, bloody insides. The cock was being sliced as easily as a banana, and soon I'd reached the hairy base.
Holding the base firmly with one hand, I put the knife on its serrated edge and sawed into it roughly. It peeled away from the penis hairs. With a snap of my wrist, the cock tore off entirely, neatly liberated from the boy's crotch.
Blood, cum, and urine flowed freely. I took the ruined penis and grinned as I twirled it in front of the boy's face, creating a breeze. The boy's eyes expressed total horror and disbelief.
I knew I had this coming, from the moment he'd insulted me. Now, to add insult to injury, I had another nasty surprise for him. "Bet you always wanted to suck your own dick, didn't you, boy?" I laughed. I twisted open his mouth and stuffed the cock into his cheeks. To make sure that he didn't spit it out, I grabbed a huge staple gun with one hand and pulled on his lips with another.
With a sharp 'ker-CHUNK!' sound, the lips were entwined together forever. His wide eyes groaned as they tried to endure even more pain. To assure that his mouth would never open again, I applied several more 'ker-CHUNKS!' to the mouth corners. Now, the only way the youth could breathe was through his nose.
I tell ya, nobody has more of a sex drive than Snake. He tired of fucking Daddy's guts, and now he wanted a new hole. Grabbing an axe, he slammed it down hard on the father's neck, splintering it. Blood poured out Tom's mouth as his eyes flew open. After the second blow, the head tumbled off.
The boy was barely conscious, but he witnessed his father's beheading. For half a minute, the neck squirted large fountains of blood from the destroyed body.
Young Tommy may not have realized it, but a head can survive for several seconds after it's been ripped free of its neck constraints. Snake grabbed the head and brought it up close to the boy's face. Daddy's eyes blinked and looked around desperately. He surely realized that this last blow to his body was fatal, and he looked helplessly at his boy. His mouth tried to form words. I thought he was trying to say, "I'm sorry, son."
Instead, a huge cockhead suddenly came out of the mouth. Snake had pushed his big dick up through the new neck hole. Holding Daddy's jaws wide open, Snake grinned evilly at the boy and fucked the head. Again and again the cockhead appeared while Dad's eyes darted around, rapidly at first and then more slowly as Daddy’s brain lost consciousness. The eyes glazed over but remained open. Suddenly, Snake thrust his pelvis forward--and out of Dad's mouth, another huge sperm eruption shot, the cockhead spewing cum all over Tommy's peeled-away face.
Done with the head, Snake threw his arm back and hurled the head face-first into the tree. The tree caught the head at just the right angle. It broke into two chunks upon impact.
Young Tommy had been struggling, hanging onto life and breathing with difficulty out of his nose. Now it was time to make all breathing stop. Grabbing my staple gun, and with a loud 'ker-CHUNK!', Tommy's final air passageway was cut off.
At this point, I might've feigned a change of heart, and let the victim think I'd save him by pretending to attempt staple removal. That, in and of itself, can be very cruel, as a victim hopes in vain for a last-second reprieve. But this boy had really hurt me, and I wanted him to suffer hard, up until the very last second. I knew I had, at best, only a couple of minutes to leave the kid with an indelible impression.
I had Snake hold the back of the boy's still-conscious head in place. Then I took a swing at the boy's stapled nose and drove my fist through it. It immediately bent inward and to the side. Blood sprayed out of the nose.
Another blow to his face shattered the right cheekbone. I smashed his face again and again, inspecting the damage after each blow. His wincing eyes kept looking at me, recovering after each strike, but each time opening again a bit slower and appearing more vacant. His brain was dying.
I knew Tommy’s sexy chest was desperate to take in oxygen, but he wasn't going to get any. "YEAH! Fucking DIE, TWINK!" I yelled. After each word, I punctuated my anger. "Yer -POW- gonna -POW- fry -POW- in -POW- HELL!"
The boy may have been pretty in life, but he wasn't anymore. Just before death overtook him, I ordered Spike to let go of his head. With that, I kicked the stool out from underneath him and smashed his nose straight to the back of the skull. The face caved in like a beer can.
The body flew into the air. As it swung downward, the neck caught in the ring and instantly broke. The body was now a carcass, and it swung wildly back and forth from the force of my blow, not resting for a good five minutes. Finally, the corpse dangled mid-air, limp.
Yeah, these guys got what they deserved. So did all those guys before them - that young shoplifter. The teenage jaywalker. That fucker who was loitering on the corner. As I told you earlier, I only do this to the guys who have it coming.
We placed the naked corpses side-by-side in the car. The boy was totally unrecognizable. The bigger chunks of the Dad's head were placed in his lap. We had them holding hands. I poured gasoline all over the car, and we stepped back as Snake threw the match. With a boom, the entire car enveloped itself in flame.
"Holy shit, that's beautiful!" Snake whistled as dark clouds of smelly hot waste tumbled upwards and scorched the air. Soon the bodies had charred to a crispy black crust.
Driving away from the wreckage, I peered into my sideview mirror as the bonfire grew smaller in the distance. Just as we went around a rock formation, I saw a huge explosion. The flames had hit the gas tank. Snake caught the sight, too. His face lit up as he saw the car gloriously detonate half a mile into the sky. It was better than fireworks. Snake whooped out a hearty laugh which showed off his pink tongue.
Snake happily returned to his song:
'nnihilate the apple, and know that you are blessed.
You took all you wanted. The worms will get the rest.'/I]
Watching Snake sing while he's happy, I couldn't help but notice the little kid still inside him. Here he was, a grown man, and his face had the joyful, boyish expression of a ten-year-old eating an ice cream cone. Yep, when Snake's happy, there just isn't anything sexier.
"Ya know what, Snake?" I said admiringly as I finished rolling a joint, "I love you like a brother. You're one helluva hot motherfucker, and if you weren't such a great pal, I'd kill you."
Snake chuckled as he took the joint from my fingers. "Doobie, ol' buddy," he said, "coming from you, that's the ultimate compliment!" He sang the final refrain of his song.
'Don't feel any sorrow. The end is meant to be.
Someday, perhaps tomorrow, your seeds'll be a tree.'/I]
"Do you get it yet why this is our song, Doob?" he grinned devilishly after taking a hit.
"Yeah, I get it." I smiled thoughtfully, rolling the window down a crack and taking in the fresh night air.
There was a short pause. Then I looked at Snake and smiled.
"But," I added dryly, "I doubt the seed those guys spilled back there will grow anything, broiled into the sand of this godforsaken desert."
