I open my door to see you standing there. We shake hands for the first time and I let you in.
You walk in first, and I tell you to head straight in to the living room. I close the door and lock it
I turn around only to find a hand over my mouth and another hand choking me, I get pushed up against the door.
I grab at your choking hand..
Next thing I realise you have both hands choking me..
I try to pry your hands away, but you begin to lift me up..
I start to make gurgling sounds..
I start to panic as I didn't know if you were going to let go...
You stare into my eyes... lean in and whisper into my ear 'Time to make your fantasies come true boy'
Everything goes dark as you finish your sentence...
That koobcam kid shouldn't have invited me round if he didn't want to make his fantaisies come true - all the way!
Good-looknmg kid, young, hot, slim. Casually dressed, but quite smart with it - guess he thought this was just going to be some consensual fun with a bit of an edge to it, doubt if he'd have put hs best jeans and tshirt on if he knew he was going to die in them. Or out of them - depends how much I get to strip off before his death fantasies become completely real! Wonder what undrwear he put on as he prepared to meet his killer - play-killer he thought, but it's not going to end that way. Well, I'll soon find out, and he'll very soon be acting out those fantasies we talked about - about what happens to a guy's body as he strangles, the death that sounded so hot but I'm sure he didn't figure on actually dying, and what his date was going to do to his body!
He tried to scream as I wnt for his neck, but I got my hand over his mouth in time. Then it was both hands on his neck, closing his windpipe, starting to squeeze the life out of him. I love his slim light-weight body - no way he can fight me off, in fact I'm lifting him half off the ground, pushing him up against the door. That cute face is going purple, cute boy's mouth is wide open, trying to gasp for air but all he's managing to do is dribble saliva down his chin. He'sa still struggling, but feels a bit weaker now - his eyes look a bit blank, not sure if he'c conscious, if he can still see me - but I can see him, lok right into that hot salaivating mouth, his tongue going bluish only inches in front of my eyes. In fact, those struggles are feelig more like thrashing around as he asphyxiates now. Well boy, those fantasies about being strangled, thrashing about, losing control of your body and your most intimate organs - they were hot fantasies when we chatted on the net, how do they feel for real?
His eyes are bloodshot now, look of desperate terror in them. Gurgles from his throat are more like croaks now, lips and tongue swelling, going blue, and he's drooling down onto his t-shirt now. Messy boy!
Ah, I think those fantasies about losing control of his body are starting to come true now - package in his jeans seems to be growing, and he's suddenly wet round the zip. You're pissing your pants, playmate, ad it's going to get a whole lot worse than that as you go through your dying minutes. Enjoying the fun?
Time to get you down on the floor, boy - you've pissed your jeans right down the leg, and I think you just shat yourself You're not really strugling now, just weak jerks and arm movements, it's my hands on yiour neck that are holding you up. Your eyes are bloodshot, and your tongue is turning blue. And what a drooler - how nice to have your warm saliva dribbling down onto my hands, that's really intimate with your hot date.
Your legs buckle as I loosen my hands, lettimg you slide down the door. Now you're ;ropped half-sitting half-lying against the door, limp legs splayed wide. Yup, looks like you've messed yourself already , and yiou've soaked your jeans. You're makig strange gurgling gasping noises from your throat now I've taken my hands away, and there's a bit of foam at your mouth. Are yiou conscious in there? Maybe very confused, semi-conscoious, desperate for air but too week to struggle properly. Do you know that yiu're in that hot date you were lookiog forward to, that yiou're lying on the floor , that you've wetted and messed yourself like you probably haven't done since you were a little kid? And yiou'll probably be doing that a bit more before I've finished with you - shame you probably don't realise you're dying, helpless with your killer kneeling over you.
Let's have a closer look at you.
Nice body, youing and fit, looks like yiou've been keeping fit at college. Let's pull your t-shirt up - yes, nice stomach, nice chest - can you feel me doing that, do you know your killer is running his hanfds over yor chest, strokinmg yiour nipples? Hey, if I pull that t-shirt right up, over your arms so it's only round your neck - yes, that's good, your naked to the waist now except for the white t round your neck, and maybe I'll strangle you with that in a few minutes. When I'm ready to finish yiou off, but let's play with you a bit first.
OK, that's a really nice torso you've got, you're looking really good for your death. and the briuised neck and blodshot eyes suit you!
Ok, let's see what underwear you put on for that hot date. Can you feel me unzipping your jeans? Ah, plain white boxers, quite loose - did you reckon they'd be easy to drop round your ankles, as we played consensually? Well, they will be coming down soon, but it won't be yiou that takes them off. You've pissed yourself mightily, like the feel of yiour package through the wet cotton. And by the way, yiou've shat yourself - quite a mess in your crotch and in yiour jeans, if yiou were conscious I dont think yiou'd have your legs splayed like that to show it!
Time I got myself stripped off - this could get messy, and I might want to dio things to yiou very soon. You're lookinmg a bit less blue now, seem to be gasping for air more sucessfuly. That's good, means yoiui'll last a bit longer, reckon you're up for strangling at least once more before your end.
As I straddle your waist I notice your starting to breathe a bit normal now. Not as haggered. Oh silly boy. Take in those breaths. Take them in while you can. As I gently run my fingertips over your bruised neck I think oh how wonderful it felt holding that neck between my hands. Oh silly boy I'll make sure to make this pleasing for me and you. Your fantasies will come true.
After I had my way with you I notice you start to wake up. Oh no I can't have that happen silly boy. I place my hands around your throat. You cough. Oh silly boy looks like its time to end this. This was fun. Your fantasies are about to come true. Your eyes open and they are wide with terror. "Oh please don't!" you cry out. "Hush hush silly boy....I'm about to make your fantasies come true" I whisper ever so gently. I start to apply pressure. You cough and grab roughly at my hands. I smile. I gently press my thumbs into the soft spot of your neck making sure to not cut the blood off to your brain. I want this to last. As I gently start to apply pressure you start grasping my hands tighter. Your gasping now. Like before your eyes are bloodshot. I lower my ear to your mouth. Ah, those sweet sounds. Those sweet gasping sounds. "P....pl......pleas.....e" you gasp. "Oh no silly boy your time is up". I start to apply more pressure. Your gasping is louder now. More pressure. Your lips again begin to turn blue. Your face is a nice shade of purple. More pressure. God this feels good. Your body is jerking as you try to fight me off. Oh how I love this feeling. I apply as much pressure as I can cutting off your entire air supply. This will be fun.
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I almost feel myself cumming, but then I remember, I have a lover that I want you to meet.
"Brandon!" I holler, seemingly calling out to no one.
Out of the shadows comes my lover, and he has one hell of a boner.
As your lungs burn, you feel something else burning, too. Your anus has been penetrated. Brandon is behind me, and I am still straddling you so you don't get away. Even though there's a huge mess down there, Brandon still penetrates you, hard and fast. He is only doing this for his pleasure. Not yours. I hear you trying to gasp, trying to struggle, though your struggling is much weaker. Now there are two people keeping you in place, and you can't lose us both! You are getting purple once more, and I feel your heart slowing, and slowing. Silly boy! You will not survive this, and don't think you will, either.
