Teen in the Shower

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It was 2AM when the car pulled up to the front gate of the house. Dressed in a black tee shirt, black sweat pants and tennis shoes the man stopped the car and walked up the long drive to the house. He carried a small bag that contained a knife, gun, and some tools. It was a large expensive house that stood on several acres of land. He reached the front door and jimmied the lock. The alarm beeped but he had been given the code and quickly disarmed it. In the dark, downstairs, he removed all of his clothes and laid them on the sofa.

At 5'11" and 195lbs, Gary was in excellent shape. His job as an enforcer for the mob gave him plenty of opportunity to work out, and it was a requirement in his line of work. Quietly the naked man climbed the stairs. He could hear water running. It came from a bathroom at one end of a long hall.

"This might be an easy job after all." he thought as he approached the bathroom door.

He pushed open the door; someone was taking a shower. Laying the gun on the sink, he grabbed the shower curtain and pulled it open. A teenager around seventeen was there rinsing the soap off his body.

"Probably in from a date" the Gary thought

For a moment the two men stood motionless staring at each other. Gary noticed that the boy was well built. He had bulging shoulder muscles, a well developed chest, and a six pack abs that Gary could count the muscles on. He actually was quite a sight with the water cascading over his
muscular body.

"Hey man," the teen said, "what the fuck." Gary pushed the naked boy against the shower wall and cupped his hand over his mouth. The teen began to struggle. "He's strong," Gary thought as the boy grabbed his sides and tried to push him away.

Gary pushed his right arm forward and the knife blade touched the boy's belly just to the right and above his navel. He could feel it push the boy's tight stomach in for and instant and then it broke through the skin and sank about two inches into his belly.

The boy let out a muffled scream into Gary's hand, his eyes opened wide with shock ,and his body tensed, standing straight up. He looked down in shock across his smooth chest and rippled belly. It almost looked as if the man was pressing a long, thin knife with a broken tip against his taut, muscular stomach. Alas, that was not the case. The lad could feel the hot point burning inside him.

Fear, frustration,anger, pain all welled up inside him. Their eyes met, the boy's wild, crazy; the mobster's grim and determined. The boy knew he was not badly hurt yet, but he knew just as certainly that he faced an agonizing death in the minutes to come. Stabbed to deaht
in his own shower! No!

Again he looked down. Still, no blood was visible, only the water running in rivulets down his sleek torso. His stomach rose and fell, a bit more of the knife disappearing with each inhale, reappearing
with each exhale. The blade was exceptionally long; at least half a foot of the gleaming steel was still visible. The boy knew it would soon be inside his gut, drawing the life force from him.

What had seemed like an eternity was only seconds. Boy and man were now connected: his belly to knife blade, to handle to arm. He felt the man's biceps flex "No. No. Stop! He screamed, but no words came out, as Gary pushed the knife against his gut.

At first, there was no movement. Gary could see that he was stabbing into one of the boy's well defined stomach muscles, which held against the force of his thrust. The boy struggled. Gary pushed harder, driving against the stubborn muscle. The boy was in agonizing pain, but still the muscle held.

Gary now put his whole body into the thrust, driving to pierce deep inside the lad, to force the life out of him. And, in an instant, the blade burst through and drove deep, deep into the boy's gut.

The boy saw an instant white flash and felt searing pain. He writhed in utter, helpless agony. He felt the intruding blade deep inside of him now, cutting into his intestines. Trying to scream, he bit Gary's hand, but to no avail. Gary had paused for a moment but now thrust again. There was no muscle to hold back the life-stealing blade now. Cruel force and hard steel against soft belly. Slowly, the blade slide further and further into him, cutting driving into his very soul.

The boy was helpless. He could do nothing but watch in horror and writhe in agony. This could not be happening! But Gary and the blade were relentless and the knife continued to burrow into him. Gary had now pushed the long thin stiletto all the way in. His hand pushed against the tense, hard belly of the boy.

The naked man and boy continued to struggle. The teen tried to kick his attacker but was prevented by the sides of the tub. He grabbed the hand holding the knife in his belly with one hand and tried to punch Gary's jaw with the other. Fending off the punch with his shoulder, Gary pulled back on the knife. The teen fought against him, knowing that he was about to be stabbed again. For a few seconds they struggled for dominance, their naked bodies pressed against each other like two Greek wrestlers. But the boy's strength was ebbing and Gary was relentless as he pulled on the handle. Slowly the
knife blade appeared as Gary pulled. The boy felt the point, inside him, pulling back across his insides until it emerged from the teen's firm belly.

Immediately, Gary stabbed again, this time catching the helpless lad right in his navel. The boy's hand was still on the knife. Gary pushed with all his might. Again, flesh yielded to unforgiving steel and the blade burst inside of him. With his hand still on the handle, as the knife entered his belly it almost looked like he had stabbed himself.

"Gaaah" the boy's muffled cry came as the knife entered his navel. Gary leaned on the knife and despite the boy's hand on it, the knife drove into his belly again up to the hilt. During the struggle, Gary had placed his left foot into the tub, his foot was on top of the bare foot of the teen
and their cocks pushed against each other. He leaned into the thrust of the knife, his chest pressed against the boy's chest, and the handle of the knife with both of their hands on it pressed against Gary's belly.

The teen began breathing hard; his chest heaving against Gary's bare chest. He was blinking, crying from the pain. Gary pushed against the knife, using it for leverage, the boy's stomach pushed in as the knife cut even deeper into his gut. Gary pulled his hand back and pulled the knife out of the boy's navel. The teen's hand was still on the handle with Gary's but he was weaker now. His body trembled as his blood ran down his belly and over his legs into the tub. Some of the blood splashed onto Gary's
belly.

"One more should do it" Gary thought as he stabbed again, this time the knife cut into the boy's belly right in the middle where the two sets of abdominal muscles join. The boy's arms fell to his sides; his muscles became limp. Gary stepped back leaving the knife in the teen's belly.

"You bastard" the teen muttered as he looked down at his smooth
belly with the knife protruding out of it. He was breathing heavily and the knife
handle moved up and down with each breath. The boy's hands clasped the handle, "I'll get you for this" he said as he tried to pull the knife out of his belly.

"AHHH" he groaned as he pulled on the knife, it came out about an inch and Gary thought that he would have to stab him again. The boy's biceps stood out as he strained to pull the life-robbing blade out. But Gary had done his task well and the lad was weak. The blade was stuck deep inside of him. It barely moved as he strained and strained.

But the struggle was over. Gary could not help but admire the boy's courage and grit. He was a portrait of beauty, agony, and death, his sinewy muscles straining against the inevitable, his chest and stomach heaving in labored breath. Then, the teen's legs began to give out and he slowly slid down the shower wall into the tub. He lay there for a moment and then wrapped his arm over the tub wall and pulled himself up. The boy still had one hand on the knife handle but it had been pushed
back in his belly when he fell into the tub. The boy paused to get some strength and the two stared at each other. The water still ran over the boy's naked body as he lay in the tub, washing the blood off of his belly. Gary could see the knife move in the boy's splendid belly with each breath. The naked victor, breathing hard, stood above his naked victim. He was filled with lust from naked combat with the teen, feeling the boy's body against his as his knife pierced his belly.

"He's finished and I still have a job to do" Gary thought and he picked up the gun. He looked again at the teen who still had one hand on the knife and had grabbed onto the soap dish trying to stand up. He could have shot him a few times to end it, but he might need the bullets and he really didn't want to shoot the naked teen's fine belly tearing it up any more than it was. He walked out of the bathroom leaving the boy still struggling to stand.
 
Just as hot a story now as it was the first time.
 
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