Caleb, hunted, tortured, killed

[Tecpatl]

Ahh Caleb, you know a REAL serial killer can always find the victim he wants. And I wanted you, wanted the challenge. And you left clues, clues like breadcrumbs. Especially your story about walking naked in the woods. Foothills you said. I just had to find where. But finding your place wasn’t hard. You took precautions to keep it secret. But not enough precautions. You wanted to be caught, didn’t you? They all do, but you especially. For all your being the killer, what you really wanted … Well, that’s what I was here for.

Of course I could have just killed you in your house, but where’s the fun in that? In those woods where you fantasized about being caught naked and tortured. I thought we could make that real. And I enjoyed the risk. Like you do.

So I watched you for a couple of days. So regular, always around the same time. And always the same trail. So I surveyed the trail, picked my place to wait. And I brought my bow and arrows. Yeah, I’m an expert bow hunter. Did you ever fantasize about that? An arrow whizzing out of nowhere and through your neck? This will be a surprise. Although no arrow through the neck. I want to take my time. I always do with my boys.

I was safely concealed in the underbrush when you appeared on the trail. You even stopped, raised you arms above your head and stretched. Like you were opening that fit muscled chest to me. But an arrow through the heart would be too fast. I put one in your right shoulder. You grunted and fell to one knee. The shock on your face was priceless. You tried to pull it out but it was barbed. It just tore muscle. You screamed then. Not for help but in pain. So I put another in your left shoulder as you tried to stand, looking around in panic for the shooter. This one hit with such force you went down on your back. You gave out a whoof as the air was knocked out of you. Now was the time. I pounced. I grabbed your ankles and pulled you off the trail into the woods where I’d found a small clearing. I’d left my supplies there. I quickly rolled you over onto your back. You were still gasping and coughing. I wrapped your wrists together above your head with duct tape. Your ankles too. Then I got a ball gag in your mouth. It was still light, there was still the occasional walker or runner on the trail. We could wait, couldn’t we Caleb. This was the pinnacle of your life. I should let you enjoy it.

Of course what I saw in your eyes was fear. Good. I feed on that.I took some rope and tied your wrists to a tree near the clearing. I did the same with your ankles. Stretching you out between the two trees. Then we waited, didn’t we. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t think you deserved to know your fate in advance. You tried, around the ball gag. It came out mostly drool. I took some sticks and arranged them in rune shapes. You watched that carefully. I thought maybe you’d think I was some kind of crazy cult member going to sacrifice you to some god. Your dick started to get hard. But no such luck for you. Your dying would be totally meaningless other than the pleasure it gave to me.

Finally it was dark and the trail was closed. We could get to work. There was a full moon, so your body was illuminated by a silvery light. But then so was mine. I took off my hunting camo. I was naked underneath. Your cock sure got hard at the sight of my muscled, toned body and my cock, even though it was flaccid. I ran my hand down your smooth body until I was playing with your cock. You almost came right away. I needed to be more careful. So then I took the arrows out of your shoulders. I had to push them through and out the other side because of the barbs. Man the shrieks that tried to get around the ball gag then. I was surprised. According to your writings you were supposed to like pain. This was really going to be fun then.

Next I took one of the bloody arrows and jammed it into your beautiful navel. I twisted while you shrieked, and then pulled out bits of flesh. Hanging on the barbs. Didn’t know if having your navel licked was a turn on for you, but it probably wasn’t now. Let’s see, what other turn ons could we destroy without outright killing you. Well two of my own favorites came to mind, so I decided to pierce your nipples. I pulled the right one up and it got hard between my fingers. I could tell by the look on your face there was some pleasure there. I thrust the arrow through the skin and under the nipple. Then I did the same with your other nipple pushing the arrow through the first, across your chest and into the second. The look in your eyes showed that the pleasure was pain now. Good. Pain is what I want. I don’t care about your pleasure you pretend serial killer.

What next? I had a quiver of arrows with me, so I took another. I traced with the point down the center of your chest, across you ruined navel to circle your erect cock. Still standing in spite of all the pain. Then I traced your taint to your asshole. I used the sharp edge of the arrow to scrape the edges of your hole until it bled. Tears were running down your cheeks no. Oh the great Caleb, crying for pain, or was it fear, or both?

Never mind. I took the arrow and began to push its point into your asshole. Pushing slowly. Twisting all the way. You began sucking in great gasps of air then, causing your ribs to expand and arch. That looked pretty. So I took a second arrow and did the same, until it rested next to the first, with just the tips of their rear fletching showing. You were whimpering now. And I knew that the internal bleeding would be increasing from the arrows ripping though intestines and liver. I had to pick up speed before you bled out. So I finished with your asshole by jamming every stick I could find up your orifice. Your body writhed like the pain was excruciating.No ass pounding for you anymore Caleb.

What next? I picked up an arrow, and used my other hand to cup your beautiful balls.I held them tight as I impaled one and the other until they were like a shish kebab. But not the cock. I had other plans for that. Can you guess what they are? You shook your head when I asked the question. I couldn’t tell if you meant no you didn’t know what I was going to do or no don’t do it. Either way, I did it. Carefully pushing an arrow into the piss hole of your cock. I thrust it further and further in, until I had shoved it all the way through the shaft. Then it entered your belly. I left it there, shoved almost up to your backbone, keeping your cock stiff and erect. I wondered if you could cum around an arrow. Guess we’d find out together.

I sat down on your hard belly. You winced as my hard butt pressed down on your destroyed navel. And I could feel the arrows and sticks I had shoved up your ass and into your belly. I rocked back and forth moving them, grinding them together deep inside you. Once again tears were flowing from your eyes, so I rocked some more, while I took another arrow in my hand. Your ribs were showing through your flesh with your body so stretched out. I decided to draw them in blood, so I started with the lowest one, thrusting the arrow in and sawing it between the two lowest ribs until I reached your sternum. Then doing it on your other side. You were watching intently as I wiped some blood off your chest and used it to lube my cock. When I started sawing between the next pair of ribs you just gave out a sigh. Ahhhh accepting your fate. I loved to see that in a man. It eventually showed in his whole body. Giving everything over to my power. I continued cutting between each pair of ribs, cutting deep through your pectorals until I was between bone. You had ribbons of blood covering your chest, a sight that turned me on. I could tell you were weakening from blood loss and pain, so I stroked my cock harder and faster. Close to coming.

I took a fresh arrow to end you with. I placed its tip in the hollow of your ear. Your eyes grew wide and frightened, knowing this was the end. Whatever sick enjoyment you may have been getting out of your own torture was coming to an end. Whatever hope of rescue you might have held was extinguished. I took my bloody hand off my own cock, which was ready to explode on its own and placed it on the right side of your head, stroking your hair. -Shhhhhhhhh just a little more and it will all be over.- You tried to shake your head no but I held the right side of your face still, and with my right hand I shoved the arrow into your ear. You immediately froze. -See, Caleb, it’s all right- there was crunch through the cartilage of the ear before the arrow made it through the skull and into your brain. I shoved harder, though there was little resistance, until the arrow scraped the hard surface of the opposite side of your skull. -Shhhhhhh- I said again softly as you emitted a low whine. I moved the arrow, scraping the bone until it came against what felt like the opening of your other ear. I shove hard, and the arrow bit through the cartilage and out your right ear. You lay still now. Breathing shallow. Eyes staring up at the moon. I grabbed my own cock and pumped it hard as the light went out of your eyes and the breathing stopped. Just at that moment I came, shooting thick ropes of cum, silver in the moonlight against the black of the blood that ribboned your body.

You were a beautiful sight laying there, smeared with blood and my cum. And then I saw hints of silvery cum oozing out the slits in the side of your cock made by the arrowhead. Silver cum puddled on the head of your cock, still standing erect with the shaft of the arrow sticking out of your piss hole. I guess you did come, even with an arrow in your cock. I wonder what that was like, pleasure or fire. I hope it was painful. As painful as all the wounds that went into your dying.

I dug a hole, deep in the woods where we played, and dumped your corpse into it. I left you to all the crawly things underground where they bite you into tiny bits, even now, until there is nothing left of the Great Caleb but bone.

 

[Tecpatl]

If you want to talk to me while I’m off the site for a while (yes you Caleb)

Tecpatl2@protonmail.com

 

[callmecaleb]

Ahh Caleb, you know a REAL serial killer can always find the victim he wants. And I wanted you, wanted the challenge. And you left clues, clues like breadcrumbs.

Can’t figure out how Tecpatl found me. I had written that one of my sexual quirks was to go into the foothills at night and roam naked among the trees and brush, usually high on drugs. But I never said where this was, or even where I lived. How the fuck did he find me?! But he did. Shot arrows into me and brought me down.

Now, I loved killing young men. I tortured dozens of guys. Cut them. Chopped them. Sucked their blood. Chewed their flesh. Ate them. All the while, keeping them alive so I could enjoy their pain, their terror as they felt their life slip away. Keeping them alive as they endured excruciating pain that would not end even as they knew their life was ending. I also loved these boys. Loved their beauty, loved destroying their beauty as I created a new beauty, mutilating them into a pile of blood and gore. I loved these boys in their death as I loved them when I brought them home.

And, yes, occasionally I got off on pain. Actually, a lot of pain sometimes. But not the extreme pain that Tecpatl assumed. He said I wanted to die an excruciatingly painful death. Not true. But that’s how he killed me.

One thing he didn’t know about my naked escapades in the woods, is that I often dressed like an Indian, in a loincloth and feathered headband and moccasins. Ever since I was a kid, I loved drawings of muscular, near-naked Indians. And the erotic drawings by Mike Carcel, Martin of Holland and others. So, I’d often wear my loincloth and act out in the woods, subjecting my body to painful cuts from branches or brush, or rolling down hills. All very erotic as I imagined meeting up with other Indians who might do me more harm.

So, the night Tecpatl found me, I was in that zone. Not wearing the loincloth, but still totally naked and fantasizing. When the arrow slammed into my arm, my first reaction (along with the initial shock) was that it was a part of my fantasy. Almost immediately, I was hit again and knocked off my feet. The shock and the sudden flash of pain, as well as falling…did my head smash onto the hard ground?...all this must have knocked me senseless. What was happening? Why this severe pain? No focus in my eyes. Did I see the flash of a naked man above me? Two arrows in my arms as I felt my body dragged over hard rocky dirt. My hands and feet bound, and something shoved into my mouth. My eyes watering with the pain and I couldn’t focus. Couldn’t focus my mind either. Aaaaaaaah. Sharp pain in my bellybutton, then my tits, butthole, gut……Fuck! What was happening? The pain was unbearable. I tried to scream but my mouth was stuffed with something. I could taste my vomit, and blood. Searing white hot pain as something ripped into my brain. I never knew pain could be this severe. I lost all sense of who or what was around me, what was happening to me, who was hurting me. Just white hot searing pain.

Then nothing. Someone dug a hole and dumped me in. Naked and shot with arrows. My face at the bottom of the hole, mouth agape, half full of loose dirt. My ass in the air, an arrow and sticks protruding, before being covered with dirt and disappearing forever.

Tecpatl is a killer. Cold and unfeeling. Dispassionate. I was nothing to him. Just a body to torture and kill. Like Luis Adam Bree. I fell in love with the beauty of my victims, cherishing them as I destroyed them. Not Tecpatl. His victims are nothing more than canvasses on which to work his deviltry. Cruel, cold and unfeeling. But, I must admit, he’s got style.