Tecpatl
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A quick response to a Caleb message from a while ago asking me to kill him. I had actually had access today to read messages and write a very short story.
“So Caleb, it’s time to die.”
Of course his name wasn’t really Caleb. But I knew his real name, and where he lived, and many other things that were coming to an end in the next few minutes. That was why I was sitting in his chair, in his living room, testing the sharpness of a knife from his kitchen with my thumb.
“Never expected it to be here, did you? This is where you had all those fantasies. Wrote your stories of being a serial killer. Wrote of torturing beautiful young men and gnawing on their flesh. And a message. You wrote a message asking for me to write a story about your death. About what I would do to you. But you never thought it could be real, did you? And now you have no choice. You will learn how much your body really wants of those fantasies we have both written about.”
Sweat stood out on his brow. His Adam’s apple slid under the skin of his throat as he swallowed back his fear and surprise. He really did have a nice tight body. I moved closer until I could feel the heat off his body. I put a finger on his lips as he started to open them.
“No words. Not for us Caleb. Whether you want to plead for a quick death or thank me for what is coming. No words.”
“Stand still now. Very still.” I placed the knife under the collar of his t shirt and cut down, reaching in to run my hand over his pecs. To caress his hardening nipples. My eyes looked deep into his. He wanted this part.
I continued, cutting his shirt off of him, and then his jeans. Fondling and caressing his flesh as it was exposed to the air.
“Were you naked when you dreamed of killing? Right here dreaming of killing and dying?”
I took his face in both my hands and licked his neck, his Adam’s apple. He let out a moan of pleasure but his dick was still limp. I licked his collar bone and then down the valley between his pecs and his abs until I took his dick in my mouth, running my tongue around its head. He started to get hard. I spat him out.
I took off my own clothes slowly, folding them and placing them on the chair. At last I stood naked before him, letting him see my finely tuned body. Letting him see what his death looked like.
“Down,” I said, putting my hands on his shoulders and guiding him to lay on the floor.
“I didn’t bring any rope, but you can take this without it can’t you.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I knelt and pulled his legs over my shoulders, and guided my stiff cock into his hole, thrusting hard. He grunted and winced. I chuckled.
“It can’t be hurting now. It’s gonna get a lot worse real soon.”
I thrust and thrust until he started to get as hard as I was. Then I pulled out. When he grew soft, I took him in my mouth again. Over and over, jerking his dick off, tweaking his nipples with my teeth. Bringing him close again and again.
“You’re wondering if I’m really going through with this aren’t you? How romantic is killing you with your own kitchen knife on your own floor? It’s not like the stories is it? It’s like some random fuck.”
His body continued to respond as I brought him close to the edge of coming, but I wouldn’t bring him over. And he was trying not to respond, as if he was going to die when he came, and wasn’t sure he wanted that. But still he lay there, arms spread out, taking it.
“This is it Caleb, all there is. Remember this isn’t about what the victim wants. It’s about what the killer wants. And so you don’t get some fantasy where you come all over your belly while blood from your wounds mixes with it. You just die.”
I took the knife in both hands and raised it over his chest.
“Try to hold still, it’ll be over soon. In this story you don’t get to come.”
And I thrust into him harder and harder. His eyes were tearing up but he didn’t move. I plunged the knife into his right pec, feeling it scrape against bone. He grunted through gritted teeth and his chest and abs tightened against the blade, but his body stayed in place.
“Just a few more and it’ll all be over.”
And I tore out the blade, plunging it again and again into his chest, taking care to miss the heart. His body arched along with the blade. I could see he was fighting to lie still now. To give me what I wanted. And then inside his body started to convulse, to tighten around my pumping cock. And I came inside him.
But as his breathing grew more shallow his dick stayed erect against his belly. Even though he bucked his hips a few times after I drew out. I lay beside him, tracing in the blood on his chest and whispering into his ear as he died, again and again so he heard,
“No kissing, no coming, all you get are pain and dying.”
I didn’t even say goodbye.
“So Caleb, it’s time to die.”
Of course his name wasn’t really Caleb. But I knew his real name, and where he lived, and many other things that were coming to an end in the next few minutes. That was why I was sitting in his chair, in his living room, testing the sharpness of a knife from his kitchen with my thumb.
“Never expected it to be here, did you? This is where you had all those fantasies. Wrote your stories of being a serial killer. Wrote of torturing beautiful young men and gnawing on their flesh. And a message. You wrote a message asking for me to write a story about your death. About what I would do to you. But you never thought it could be real, did you? And now you have no choice. You will learn how much your body really wants of those fantasies we have both written about.”
Sweat stood out on his brow. His Adam’s apple slid under the skin of his throat as he swallowed back his fear and surprise. He really did have a nice tight body. I moved closer until I could feel the heat off his body. I put a finger on his lips as he started to open them.
“No words. Not for us Caleb. Whether you want to plead for a quick death or thank me for what is coming. No words.”
“Stand still now. Very still.” I placed the knife under the collar of his t shirt and cut down, reaching in to run my hand over his pecs. To caress his hardening nipples. My eyes looked deep into his. He wanted this part.
I continued, cutting his shirt off of him, and then his jeans. Fondling and caressing his flesh as it was exposed to the air.
“Were you naked when you dreamed of killing? Right here dreaming of killing and dying?”
I took his face in both my hands and licked his neck, his Adam’s apple. He let out a moan of pleasure but his dick was still limp. I licked his collar bone and then down the valley between his pecs and his abs until I took his dick in my mouth, running my tongue around its head. He started to get hard. I spat him out.
I took off my own clothes slowly, folding them and placing them on the chair. At last I stood naked before him, letting him see my finely tuned body. Letting him see what his death looked like.
“Down,” I said, putting my hands on his shoulders and guiding him to lay on the floor.
“I didn’t bring any rope, but you can take this without it can’t you.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. I knelt and pulled his legs over my shoulders, and guided my stiff cock into his hole, thrusting hard. He grunted and winced. I chuckled.
“It can’t be hurting now. It’s gonna get a lot worse real soon.”
I thrust and thrust until he started to get as hard as I was. Then I pulled out. When he grew soft, I took him in my mouth again. Over and over, jerking his dick off, tweaking his nipples with my teeth. Bringing him close again and again.
“You’re wondering if I’m really going through with this aren’t you? How romantic is killing you with your own kitchen knife on your own floor? It’s not like the stories is it? It’s like some random fuck.”
His body continued to respond as I brought him close to the edge of coming, but I wouldn’t bring him over. And he was trying not to respond, as if he was going to die when he came, and wasn’t sure he wanted that. But still he lay there, arms spread out, taking it.
“This is it Caleb, all there is. Remember this isn’t about what the victim wants. It’s about what the killer wants. And so you don’t get some fantasy where you come all over your belly while blood from your wounds mixes with it. You just die.”
I took the knife in both hands and raised it over his chest.
“Try to hold still, it’ll be over soon. In this story you don’t get to come.”
And I thrust into him harder and harder. His eyes were tearing up but he didn’t move. I plunged the knife into his right pec, feeling it scrape against bone. He grunted through gritted teeth and his chest and abs tightened against the blade, but his body stayed in place.
“Just a few more and it’ll all be over.”
And I tore out the blade, plunging it again and again into his chest, taking care to miss the heart. His body arched along with the blade. I could see he was fighting to lie still now. To give me what I wanted. And then inside his body started to convulse, to tighten around my pumping cock. And I came inside him.
But as his breathing grew more shallow his dick stayed erect against his belly. Even though he bucked his hips a few times after I drew out. I lay beside him, tracing in the blood on his chest and whispering into his ear as he died, again and again so he heard,
“No kissing, no coming, all you get are pain and dying.”
I didn’t even say goodbye.
