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A BOB JONES CHRISTMAS
You want $2,500.00 for what? Sight unseen?”
“ Yeah, I know you’re a good supplier . . . . but unseen!”
“Just what makes you think this is a bargain?“
“No, not for $2,000.00! No!”
“Dead on arrival! How fresh?”
“Tell you what, I’ll give you $1,000.00 just for good will. After all, it is Christmas. You do valuable work and I want to keep you happy.”
Robert Lee Jones turned off the phone. Corey was a good source so the connection was important. But an already-dead-unseen was stretching the relationship. Corey was shrewd, he probably already had a contract to eliminate the guy. Double-dipping with Bob would solve the problem of bio-disposal and increase the money flow.
“Ah well, he needs to make a living too. And, his goods are first quality.”
Corey arrived at the warehouse promptly. They unloaded the bundle and placed it on the bed of mats. Eager to see what his money got him, Bobby untied the ropes to reveal an orange jump-suited butch male. He was a real cutie in good shape, the body with no obvious bleeding or damage. There was of course, the wide red textured band around the throat, recording the site of the suffocating rope. Checking the face and groin, he could tell his purchase was still quite warm. A few tugs on an arm revealed a floppy wrist. The man was shortish, in the mid 20s, maybe 5’3”, with a ruddy complexion. He had a squarish muscular body, with a little bit of belly. The face was friendly, square and broad with green eyes peeking beneath asymmetrically lowered eye lids. The protruding tongue would tuck easily back into the mouth.
“It seems in reasonable condition. How did he die?”
“He was hung, but the neck broke in the process. I think you’ll find a pleasant surprise in that jump-suit.”
Bob paid Corey and wished him happy holidays.
Since the body was unidentified, Bobby called him DA, for dead on arrival. Rolling him to pull away the wrappings, he saw just how broken the neck was. The head slid freely, showing no connection the to torso except the elastic, soft neck tissues. It scraped along the mat, dragged by the moved body. There could be an advantage to this, but it wasn’t yet clear.
Bob found this bull surprisingly appealing, like a toy he wanted to carry everywhere. Maybe Santa came early this year.
Invited by the unfocused, stupid look on the face, Bobby inspected his new toy. He smiled when he saw the short slightly reddish golden hair on the head. He saw the same below the short sleeves. Unsnapping the jump-suit revealed a reddish gold diamond nestled between the pecs and narrow wreaths around the hot pink nips. He wondered how someone in prison could get a bikini tan line. A ‘happy trail’ continued down the trunk to the prison issue white cotton boxers. The front of the briefs was discolored however. Wet, sticky, darker patches spread from the waist to the crotch. He expected piss, but this was whitish and opaque on the surface. Looking at the jump-suit he saw stains there, too. He suddenly jerked off the clothes. The pant legs slipped easily over the feet with dirty white socks. The shoes were missing.
He now understood what Corey meant by surprise. Bobby pulled DA to the edge of the mat, letting the dirty-sock clad feet dangle. Then he began. DA had sprouted a full, hard springy 6” high tight-circumcised boner. The hanging had done it’s trick, triggering him to shoot his deathwad. The loose prison clothes allowed plenty of space for the rod to rise and let the spurts to fly. That cock must have erupted mightily in the death throes, as there was cum splattered across the red gold pubic bush as well as the belly to the waste and even the hips. Without hesitation, Bob began to lap up the opal jewels of semen. He munched the bush, running hair through his teeth to strain out the cum. He scrupulously licked the belly clean of all ejaculation. As he licked along the top of the thighs, he thought how blissful DA would be if he could have felt Bob tonging those sensitive spots. DA should at least be grateful that he gave Bobby so much satisfaction. But of course, he wasn’t – he didn’t care about anything.
Reeling from this experience, Bobby dimly began to appreciate the other bonus that came with his companion. With his own engorged dick, he went to the head of the bed and tugged DA’s arms. He stopped only when the head dropped slackly over the edge, promising a limp blowjob. He took it in both hands. Inserting his raging penis into the mouth he began to fuck wildly. The snapped neck let him twist the head to gyrate the tongue and teeth around his man muscle, tickling him almost to insanity. An extremely deep thrust into the throat, possible only with a broken neck, sent him shivering into spasms of frenzy. The wads must have shot all the way to the stomach.
“Well, that was worth a thousand bucks!”
Maybe because of the violence of the orgasm, DA began to shake and vibrate. Before he realized what was happening, Bobby saw the right leg, the foot still wearing the dirty sock, suddenly lift up and then plummet with a loud thwack to the plastic. Startled, he had to remind himself that ‘green eyes’ was really dead. The neck pounding must have set off a nerve reaction.
The once again still DA was moved to the cleaning tub. Soaped and scrubbed, he was rinsed off and blow dried. The beautiful red-gold hair above the ruddy-pink skin glittered in the light. Since DA retained his full erection, Bobby tied a cord tightly at the penis base to secure the blood in place. He wrapped his playmate carefully for the next stage in his journey.
Bobby called T and asked for an urgent servicing. Christmas was coming soon, and he need DA back by then for his project..
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FOR “T” AND HIS WORK SEE “WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ANDREW AND SHAWN PART II” ON CDG
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Paid a special surcharge for rush service, T delivered the package in plenty of time. The neck was stabilized; the erection and unequaled complexion retained.
Unwrapping DA, Bobby handled him like a precious doll. He again lusted after the compact muscular body. This time, he wanted to taste that hot pink star in the hairy butt crack. Turning him on his stomach, Bobby found it virginally tight and resilient, thanks to T’s skill. The red-head aroma was still there too. Bobby began by lightly flicking his tongue across the hairy channel. Then he rimmed the hole. Becoming more excited he slipped his tongue in deeper and deeper until his lips brushed the wrinkled opening. By that time, he’d achieved full wood. His own practiced hands delivered a deeply satisfying orgasm.
Bobby turned to his Christmas decorating. T provided the bespoke platform, a rectangular dark green velvet upholstered plank on an adjustable height cylinder. The securing electromagnets were in that plank as well as DA’s thighs and feet.
Before dressing, Bob flipped the corpse on its back. Once again, the beautiful complexion made him pause to admire his acquisition. He took time to gently stroke the fur along the sculpted muscular torso and limbs. It gave him another chance to indulge in the unresisting intimacy offered by this fetching butch male. Since he arrived out of the blue, there must indeed be a Santa Claus.
He congratulated himself in finding the perfect knee length socks. They had bright red and green stripes running around the leg. Pulled on DA, they successfully emphasized his beefy, muscular calves. The best thing about them was they were made with a separate extension for each toe. Fitting the toes carefully into their own compartments turned out to be as satisfying a holiday treat as Bob had hoped. He made sure that all the stripes ran absolutely correctly.
He slipped a pair of heavy satin dark green floppy boxers, with red waistband and piping, up the legs. It was stretched over the fully erect penis and tugged to the waist. The fuzzy little tummy just slightly rose above the elastic band. Switching on the magnets, he seated DA upright on the green pad. The striped legs hung freely, clearly displaying the individual toes. A thick gold chain was lowered over the head to hold an enameled sprig of holly above the diamond of chest hair. Then he draped a red cape with dark green trim and lining over the well-defined shoulders. It was fastened with a green bow to contrast the red rope burn. Since DA didn’t have pierced ears, Bob punctured the bloodless lobes with a hot thick needle. Into the holes he inserted jeweled studs; a two carat ruby on the left and a two carat emerald on the right. He prided himself on holding closely to his color theme. The head was topped with a floppy green ‘Santa’ hat trimmed in dark red. Bob pulled it on tightly, at a slightly jaunty angle. DA’s reddish hair and complexion showed perfectly against the contrasting green. It made an altogether handsome elf.
The final touch was to pull the vent in the boxers wide open. That way, the solid boner stood willingly and proudly. With his balls arranged artfully below in a puff of red gold hair, the little stud made a impressive statement of elfin macho.
Raising the platform standing in the corner of the bedroom, Bob now had his own watchful imp, perched unblinking on a shelf, reporting to Santa.
“Okay elf, keep those green eyes wide open cause there’s gonna be one hell of a naughty list next year!”
He slipped a pair of heavy satin dark green floppy boxers, with red waistband and piping, up the legs. It was stretched over the fully erect penis and tugged to the waist. The fuzzy little tummy just slightly rose above the elastic band. Switching on the magnets, he seated DA upright on the green pad. The striped legs hung freely, clearly displaying the individual toes. A thick gold chain was lowered over the head to hold an enameled sprig of holly above the diamond of chest hair. Then he draped a red cape with dark green trim and lining over the well-defined shoulders. It was fastened with a green bow to contrast the red rope burn. Since DA didn’t have pierced ears, Bob punctured the bloodless lobes with a hot thick needle. Into the holes he inserted jeweled studs; a two carat ruby on the left and a two carat emerald on the right. He prided himself on holding closely to his color theme. The head was topped with a floppy green ‘Santa’ hat trimmed in dark red. Bob pulled it on tightly, at a slightly jaunty angle. DA’s reddish hair and complexion showed perfectly against the contrasting green. It made an altogether handsome elf.
The final touch was to pull the vent in the boxers wide open. That way, the solid boner stood willingly and proudly. With his balls arranged artfully below in a puff of red gold hair, the little stud made a impressive statement of elfin macho.
Raising the platform standing in the corner of the bedroom, Bob now had his own watchful imp, perched unblinking on a shelf, reporting to Santa.
“Okay elf, keep those green eyes wide open cause there’s gonna be one hell of a naughty list next year!”
MERRY CHRISTMAS ! ! !
Comments always welcome.
A BOB JONES CHRISTMAS
You want $2,500.00 for what? Sight unseen?”
“ Yeah, I know you’re a good supplier . . . . but unseen!”
“Just what makes you think this is a bargain?“
“No, not for $2,000.00! No!”
“Dead on arrival! How fresh?”
“Tell you what, I’ll give you $1,000.00 just for good will. After all, it is Christmas. You do valuable work and I want to keep you happy.”
Robert Lee Jones turned off the phone. Corey was a good source so the connection was important. But an already-dead-unseen was stretching the relationship. Corey was shrewd, he probably already had a contract to eliminate the guy. Double-dipping with Bob would solve the problem of bio-disposal and increase the money flow.
“Ah well, he needs to make a living too. And, his goods are first quality.”
**********************
Corey arrived at the warehouse promptly. They unloaded the bundle and placed it on the bed of mats. Eager to see what his money got him, Bobby untied the ropes to reveal an orange jump-suited butch male. He was a real cutie in good shape, the body with no obvious bleeding or damage. There was of course, the wide red textured band around the throat, recording the site of the suffocating rope. Checking the face and groin, he could tell his purchase was still quite warm. A few tugs on an arm revealed a floppy wrist. The man was shortish, in the mid 20s, maybe 5’3”, with a ruddy complexion. He had a squarish muscular body, with a little bit of belly. The face was friendly, square and broad with green eyes peeking beneath asymmetrically lowered eye lids. The protruding tongue would tuck easily back into the mouth.
“It seems in reasonable condition. How did he die?”
“He was hung, but the neck broke in the process. I think you’ll find a pleasant surprise in that jump-suit.”
Bob paid Corey and wished him happy holidays.
Since the body was unidentified, Bobby called him DA, for dead on arrival. Rolling him to pull away the wrappings, he saw just how broken the neck was. The head slid freely, showing no connection the to torso except the elastic, soft neck tissues. It scraped along the mat, dragged by the moved body. There could be an advantage to this, but it wasn’t yet clear.
Bob found this bull surprisingly appealing, like a toy he wanted to carry everywhere. Maybe Santa came early this year.
Invited by the unfocused, stupid look on the face, Bobby inspected his new toy. He smiled when he saw the short slightly reddish golden hair on the head. He saw the same below the short sleeves. Unsnapping the jump-suit revealed a reddish gold diamond nestled between the pecs and narrow wreaths around the hot pink nips. He wondered how someone in prison could get a bikini tan line. A ‘happy trail’ continued down the trunk to the prison issue white cotton boxers. The front of the briefs was discolored however. Wet, sticky, darker patches spread from the waist to the crotch. He expected piss, but this was whitish and opaque on the surface. Looking at the jump-suit he saw stains there, too. He suddenly jerked off the clothes. The pant legs slipped easily over the feet with dirty white socks. The shoes were missing.
He now understood what Corey meant by surprise. Bobby pulled DA to the edge of the mat, letting the dirty-sock clad feet dangle. Then he began. DA had sprouted a full, hard springy 6” high tight-circumcised boner. The hanging had done it’s trick, triggering him to shoot his deathwad. The loose prison clothes allowed plenty of space for the rod to rise and let the spurts to fly. That cock must have erupted mightily in the death throes, as there was cum splattered across the red gold pubic bush as well as the belly to the waste and even the hips. Without hesitation, Bob began to lap up the opal jewels of semen. He munched the bush, running hair through his teeth to strain out the cum. He scrupulously licked the belly clean of all ejaculation. As he licked along the top of the thighs, he thought how blissful DA would be if he could have felt Bob tonging those sensitive spots. DA should at least be grateful that he gave Bobby so much satisfaction. But of course, he wasn’t – he didn’t care about anything.
Reeling from this experience, Bobby dimly began to appreciate the other bonus that came with his companion. With his own engorged dick, he went to the head of the bed and tugged DA’s arms. He stopped only when the head dropped slackly over the edge, promising a limp blowjob. He took it in both hands. Inserting his raging penis into the mouth he began to fuck wildly. The snapped neck let him twist the head to gyrate the tongue and teeth around his man muscle, tickling him almost to insanity. An extremely deep thrust into the throat, possible only with a broken neck, sent him shivering into spasms of frenzy. The wads must have shot all the way to the stomach.
“Well, that was worth a thousand bucks!”
Maybe because of the violence of the orgasm, DA began to shake and vibrate. Before he realized what was happening, Bobby saw the right leg, the foot still wearing the dirty sock, suddenly lift up and then plummet with a loud thwack to the plastic. Startled, he had to remind himself that ‘green eyes’ was really dead. The neck pounding must have set off a nerve reaction.
The once again still DA was moved to the cleaning tub. Soaped and scrubbed, he was rinsed off and blow dried. The beautiful red-gold hair above the ruddy-pink skin glittered in the light. Since DA retained his full erection, Bobby tied a cord tightly at the penis base to secure the blood in place. He wrapped his playmate carefully for the next stage in his journey.
Bobby called T and asked for an urgent servicing. Christmas was coming soon, and he need DA back by then for his project..
**************************************************
FOR “T” AND HIS WORK SEE “WHATEVER HAPPENED TO ANDREW AND SHAWN PART II” ON CDG
**************************************************
Paid a special surcharge for rush service, T delivered the package in plenty of time. The neck was stabilized; the erection and unequaled complexion retained.
Unwrapping DA, Bobby handled him like a precious doll. He again lusted after the compact muscular body. This time, he wanted to taste that hot pink star in the hairy butt crack. Turning him on his stomach, Bobby found it virginally tight and resilient, thanks to T’s skill. The red-head aroma was still there too. Bobby began by lightly flicking his tongue across the hairy channel. Then he rimmed the hole. Becoming more excited he slipped his tongue in deeper and deeper until his lips brushed the wrinkled opening. By that time, he’d achieved full wood. His own practiced hands delivered a deeply satisfying orgasm.
Bobby turned to his Christmas decorating. T provided the bespoke platform, a rectangular dark green velvet upholstered plank on an adjustable height cylinder. The securing electromagnets were in that plank as well as DA’s thighs and feet.
Before dressing, Bob flipped the corpse on its back. Once again, the beautiful complexion made him pause to admire his acquisition. He took time to gently stroke the fur along the sculpted muscular torso and limbs. It gave him another chance to indulge in the unresisting intimacy offered by this fetching butch male. Since he arrived out of the blue, there must indeed be a Santa Claus.
He congratulated himself in finding the perfect knee length socks. They had bright red and green stripes running around the leg. Pulled on DA, they successfully emphasized his beefy, muscular calves. The best thing about them was they were made with a separate extension for each toe. Fitting the toes carefully into their own compartments turned out to be as satisfying a holiday treat as Bob had hoped. He made sure that all the stripes ran absolutely correctly.
He slipped a pair of heavy satin dark green floppy boxers, with red waistband and piping, up the legs. It was stretched over the fully erect penis and tugged to the waist. The fuzzy little tummy just slightly rose above the elastic band. Switching on the magnets, he seated DA upright on the green pad. The striped legs hung freely, clearly displaying the individual toes. A thick gold chain was lowered over the head to hold an enameled sprig of holly above the diamond of chest hair. Then he draped a red cape with dark green trim and lining over the well-defined shoulders. It was fastened with a green bow to contrast the red rope burn. Since DA didn’t have pierced ears, Bob punctured the bloodless lobes with a hot thick needle. Into the holes he inserted jeweled studs; a two carat ruby on the left and a two carat emerald on the right. He prided himself on holding closely to his color theme. The head was topped with a floppy green ‘Santa’ hat trimmed in dark red. Bob pulled it on tightly, at a slightly jaunty angle. DA’s reddish hair and complexion showed perfectly against the contrasting green. It made an altogether handsome elf.
The final touch was to pull the vent in the boxers wide open. That way, the solid boner stood willingly and proudly. With his balls arranged artfully below in a puff of red gold hair, the little stud made a impressive statement of elfin macho.
Raising the platform standing in the corner of the bedroom, Bob now had his own watchful imp, perched unblinking on a shelf, reporting to Santa.
“Okay elf, keep those green eyes wide open cause there’s gonna be one hell of a naughty list next year!”
He slipped a pair of heavy satin dark green floppy boxers, with red waistband and piping, up the legs. It was stretched over the fully erect penis and tugged to the waist. The fuzzy little tummy just slightly rose above the elastic band. Switching on the magnets, he seated DA upright on the green pad. The striped legs hung freely, clearly displaying the individual toes. A thick gold chain was lowered over the head to hold an enameled sprig of holly above the diamond of chest hair. Then he draped a red cape with dark green trim and lining over the well-defined shoulders. It was fastened with a green bow to contrast the red rope burn. Since DA didn’t have pierced ears, Bob punctured the bloodless lobes with a hot thick needle. Into the holes he inserted jeweled studs; a two carat ruby on the left and a two carat emerald on the right. He prided himself on holding closely to his color theme. The head was topped with a floppy green ‘Santa’ hat trimmed in dark red. Bob pulled it on tightly, at a slightly jaunty angle. DA’s reddish hair and complexion showed perfectly against the contrasting green. It made an altogether handsome elf.
The final touch was to pull the vent in the boxers wide open. That way, the solid boner stood willingly and proudly. With his balls arranged artfully below in a puff of red gold hair, the little stud made a impressive statement of elfin macho.
Raising the platform standing in the corner of the bedroom, Bob now had his own watchful imp, perched unblinking on a shelf, reporting to Santa.
“Okay elf, keep those green eyes wide open cause there’s gonna be one hell of a naughty list next year!”
MERRY CHRISTMAS ! ! !
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