killerjustin
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Below are pictures of the real Doug who inspired this story:
Story By JValdez
Telephoto lenses were stacked like jets at Kennedy, each vying for the best shot of the Banzai pipeline; Justin jostled his slim lean body into a top tier for his best shot; his eyes were on one certain surfer, one who was placing, but had not yet entered the top ten. Cheers rose from the crowd as another huge wave and contestant reached the shore; the sound of multiple cameras snapping, whir of moving lenses, the crashing of waves, seabirds screaming and stiff breeze all blended together in one unforgettable mashup; all eyes again were on an incoming wave, Justin’s heart skipped a beat—it was “his” contestant, Doug, skimming down and then inside a spectacular pipe; he nearly made perfect form, but then the wave broke, sending him face-first into the foam. A disappointed “oh” rose from the crowd, but Doug wasn’t worried, and sported a big grin as he stepped onto the beach; heads turned as his magnificent form flashed it’s stunning torso, long legs, muscular arms, incredible neck topped by a very handsome face and head; little gasps could be heard here and there from a supposed worldly, somewhat jaded collection of “journalists”, but even they admitted his body was something special! Doug grabbed a towel, made his way to the sufer’s “pen”, and sat down with an energy drink to chill out for a bit. Muted conversations floated around him; deadlines were being made, deals opened; Justin made his way down and asked “This seat free?”; Doug looked up, his day-dream interrupted; “Sure, take a load off”, he replied, his gaze returning to the waves. “Hey, you’re Doug, right?”, Justin asked, “Yeah, the one and only”, Doug replied, “Why?”, he added; Justin continued “I’ve got a deadline to get you in our spread, so I was wondering if we could nail it down tonight”, Doug responded “I already got a couple of things lined up for tomorrow—did you say who you’re with?” “Yeah, sorry, I’m with surfer™ magazine; got a set really close by”, Justin said; “Ya, tomorrow’s with Esquire, a pain in the ass”, Doug cracked, then, “You’ll be cool, not a pain in the ass, right?”, Justin flashed a big grin and said “Sure, Doug”, not a big deal”.
Justin and Doug walked the short distance to the studio; Justin said “Have a seat here”, showed Doug the set; flicked on reflector lights, and disappeared in back to collect his gear. Nightfall had arrived; Doug’s huge lungs took in the refreshing beach air as his chest rose and fell; Justin returned with his camera, light meter, and lenses; he directed Doug to “stand with your legs apart, surf position, but turn your neck and arms back to me; we need you shirtless”; Doug dropped his muscle shirt, flexed his torso, twisting it to the left, arms and thick neck also twisted back; Justin began snapping, walking around Doug’s straining form; his cock was beginning to harden; he noticed Doug’s tits were also hard and straight up; he changed lenses and focused on them. “OK, now let’s do a bent knee pose”; Justin directed; Doug flexed his long legs into the position as Justin kept snapping, changing lenses and walking around his figure; Justin crept closer and closer to Doug, snapping as he crept; Doug began turning toward him when Justin raised his hand, holding a heavy piece of iron, and brought it down hard on the back of Doug’s neck; he tumbled onto the floor, torso writhing, jerking; Justin patted his forehead and whispered “Won’t be too much longer”; he noticed with satisfaction that Doug’s eyes had rolled back into his head, and that his breathing was extremely shallow, with short little gasps; he cuffed Doug’s hands behind his back, pulled off his board shorts; gagged him, and installed shackles to his legs; he bent over and pulled the large low-hanging balls; the torso jumped; he put his mouth on the cock and began sucking; it filled out and hardened; he kept on sucking, deep throating the enormous organ; Doug’s torso moved a bit; it’s hips moved just barely in concert with Justin’s mouth; Justin used it’s pre-cum to lube his fingers as he probed Doug’s tight virgin ass; first one, then two, then three, the whole hand was poised and then dove into the tight hole; almost immediately the cock pumped an enormous load of hot cum down Justin’s throat; his lean muscular neck struggled to keep up with the quantity; it swallowed, clenched the cock, swallowed, and clenched to squeeze every last drop of hot sperm flooding down it; Justin finally pulled his flushed, hot face off the cock, wiped excess cum from his chin, and made sure the tarp Doug was on was secure; he opened a small clear glass container; dampened a rag, and held it over Doug’s face; the whole body relaxed, it’s breathing slowed greatly; it was ready for it’s final journey back to the beach.
Justin dragged the cuffed, shackled, gagged silent form through the white sands to a little rise in a secluded cove; seabirds rose and wheeled on the stiff breeze; breakers crashed on the shore, spraying foam on the sand. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, and gazed at the prostrate, muscular, nude body he had just absconded with; he bent over and flicked it’s hard, stiff tits, it’s torso bucked a bit and was then quiet. The eyes were closed as in sleep; the blow to the back of the head had been very effective. Justin’s large cock and low hangers were again stimulated to the point of bursting; he instinctively ripped off his board shorts, grabbed his dripping cock, and jerked it hard, the balls flopping and smacking his thighs. He stood over the torso, legs braced outward; a huge splat of hot sticky cum landed on the abs, then another, and another; Justin kicked it gently, and positioned it in place for his spit.
Coals gently glowed in the pit Justin had dug for this special occasion; at either end sturdy columns waited for their insert; a stake stood to one side. He grasped an approximately nine foot long steel and platinum pole tipped with a sharp end and inserted it into Doug’s asshole, and then pushed; the torso reacted with a violent jerking motion, Doug’s eyes struggled to open; Justin continued pushing the pole through the intestines, liver, and other internal organs. Doug’s eyes opened, in shock; he attempted to talk; Justin ripped off the gag; an unearthly scream could be heard but was immediately absorbed by the sand and sound of the breakers; tears coursed down his chiseled face; he stuttered “Why, this, ww- wwhat – why me?’, sobbing wracked his tortured body; Justin bent over and forced his tongue in Doug’s mouth; “Cuz you’re the best of the best baby, that’s why”, he pulled off the delicious mouth and resumed pushing the spit through Doug’s body and then stopped. “Oh my god, you’re an animal, what is this?”, Doug pleaded; Justin replied, “Gotta see you cum one more time, hot boy”; Doug whispered “No, I can’t I’m straight, what are you doing to my body?”; Justin grabbed Doug’s cock and once again put it in his mouth; this time it was already hard because of the spear up it’s ass and through it’s body; he sucked hard and positioned his face so that Doug could see every contraction of his mouth; in and out Justin worked that piece of meat; he could feel the pulsing; felt the hot cum pumping down his throat again, and with his left hand brought down a scimitar on Doug’s straining, muscular neck; as it entered, massive jets of blood shot out of the wound; it continued chopping through the strong column until it reached the other side; Doug held it up so that it could see it’s pumping stump, hard pumping cock, and impaled headless body. Justin held it to his mouth, deep kissed the shocked face, gazed into it’s eyes; he grabbed his cock and shoved it into the stump; almost immediately he shot a huge load of cum that spurted out of it’s nose and mouth; he pulled it off his cock and then dropped it on the stake as it went dark.
Justin dropped to the sand, kissed the cock and balls; the tits, the entire torso; with one supreme effort he forced the spit through the lungs and out of the neckstump; it’s muscular structure held the pole in place like a hot ass grasping a fucking cock; he moved it into place on the pole and raised the other end into it’s pole; soon the crackling of Doug’s body could be heard as it roasting slowly over the fire; it’s sweet aroma melded with the other luaus taking place all over the island; Justin was beside himself with lust and hunger; his cock was hard again.
Justin gazed at the deeply browned, steamy, crispy skin of Doug’s roasted body; he took his bowie knife and carved a good chunk of ass cheek and bit into it; he ejaculated as the tender flesh hit his tongue and teeth, he savoured the piece of flesh as it slid down his throat; he knew Doug’s beach party was going to be a good one!
Story By JValdez
Telephoto lenses were stacked like jets at Kennedy, each vying for the best shot of the Banzai pipeline; Justin jostled his slim lean body into a top tier for his best shot; his eyes were on one certain surfer, one who was placing, but had not yet entered the top ten. Cheers rose from the crowd as another huge wave and contestant reached the shore; the sound of multiple cameras snapping, whir of moving lenses, the crashing of waves, seabirds screaming and stiff breeze all blended together in one unforgettable mashup; all eyes again were on an incoming wave, Justin’s heart skipped a beat—it was “his” contestant, Doug, skimming down and then inside a spectacular pipe; he nearly made perfect form, but then the wave broke, sending him face-first into the foam. A disappointed “oh” rose from the crowd, but Doug wasn’t worried, and sported a big grin as he stepped onto the beach; heads turned as his magnificent form flashed it’s stunning torso, long legs, muscular arms, incredible neck topped by a very handsome face and head; little gasps could be heard here and there from a supposed worldly, somewhat jaded collection of “journalists”, but even they admitted his body was something special! Doug grabbed a towel, made his way to the sufer’s “pen”, and sat down with an energy drink to chill out for a bit. Muted conversations floated around him; deadlines were being made, deals opened; Justin made his way down and asked “This seat free?”; Doug looked up, his day-dream interrupted; “Sure, take a load off”, he replied, his gaze returning to the waves. “Hey, you’re Doug, right?”, Justin asked, “Yeah, the one and only”, Doug replied, “Why?”, he added; Justin continued “I’ve got a deadline to get you in our spread, so I was wondering if we could nail it down tonight”, Doug responded “I already got a couple of things lined up for tomorrow—did you say who you’re with?” “Yeah, sorry, I’m with surfer™ magazine; got a set really close by”, Justin said; “Ya, tomorrow’s with Esquire, a pain in the ass”, Doug cracked, then, “You’ll be cool, not a pain in the ass, right?”, Justin flashed a big grin and said “Sure, Doug”, not a big deal”.
Justin and Doug walked the short distance to the studio; Justin said “Have a seat here”, showed Doug the set; flicked on reflector lights, and disappeared in back to collect his gear. Nightfall had arrived; Doug’s huge lungs took in the refreshing beach air as his chest rose and fell; Justin returned with his camera, light meter, and lenses; he directed Doug to “stand with your legs apart, surf position, but turn your neck and arms back to me; we need you shirtless”; Doug dropped his muscle shirt, flexed his torso, twisting it to the left, arms and thick neck also twisted back; Justin began snapping, walking around Doug’s straining form; his cock was beginning to harden; he noticed Doug’s tits were also hard and straight up; he changed lenses and focused on them. “OK, now let’s do a bent knee pose”; Justin directed; Doug flexed his long legs into the position as Justin kept snapping, changing lenses and walking around his figure; Justin crept closer and closer to Doug, snapping as he crept; Doug began turning toward him when Justin raised his hand, holding a heavy piece of iron, and brought it down hard on the back of Doug’s neck; he tumbled onto the floor, torso writhing, jerking; Justin patted his forehead and whispered “Won’t be too much longer”; he noticed with satisfaction that Doug’s eyes had rolled back into his head, and that his breathing was extremely shallow, with short little gasps; he cuffed Doug’s hands behind his back, pulled off his board shorts; gagged him, and installed shackles to his legs; he bent over and pulled the large low-hanging balls; the torso jumped; he put his mouth on the cock and began sucking; it filled out and hardened; he kept on sucking, deep throating the enormous organ; Doug’s torso moved a bit; it’s hips moved just barely in concert with Justin’s mouth; Justin used it’s pre-cum to lube his fingers as he probed Doug’s tight virgin ass; first one, then two, then three, the whole hand was poised and then dove into the tight hole; almost immediately the cock pumped an enormous load of hot cum down Justin’s throat; his lean muscular neck struggled to keep up with the quantity; it swallowed, clenched the cock, swallowed, and clenched to squeeze every last drop of hot sperm flooding down it; Justin finally pulled his flushed, hot face off the cock, wiped excess cum from his chin, and made sure the tarp Doug was on was secure; he opened a small clear glass container; dampened a rag, and held it over Doug’s face; the whole body relaxed, it’s breathing slowed greatly; it was ready for it’s final journey back to the beach.
Justin dragged the cuffed, shackled, gagged silent form through the white sands to a little rise in a secluded cove; seabirds rose and wheeled on the stiff breeze; breakers crashed on the shore, spraying foam on the sand. He stopped for a moment to catch his breath, and gazed at the prostrate, muscular, nude body he had just absconded with; he bent over and flicked it’s hard, stiff tits, it’s torso bucked a bit and was then quiet. The eyes were closed as in sleep; the blow to the back of the head had been very effective. Justin’s large cock and low hangers were again stimulated to the point of bursting; he instinctively ripped off his board shorts, grabbed his dripping cock, and jerked it hard, the balls flopping and smacking his thighs. He stood over the torso, legs braced outward; a huge splat of hot sticky cum landed on the abs, then another, and another; Justin kicked it gently, and positioned it in place for his spit.
Coals gently glowed in the pit Justin had dug for this special occasion; at either end sturdy columns waited for their insert; a stake stood to one side. He grasped an approximately nine foot long steel and platinum pole tipped with a sharp end and inserted it into Doug’s asshole, and then pushed; the torso reacted with a violent jerking motion, Doug’s eyes struggled to open; Justin continued pushing the pole through the intestines, liver, and other internal organs. Doug’s eyes opened, in shock; he attempted to talk; Justin ripped off the gag; an unearthly scream could be heard but was immediately absorbed by the sand and sound of the breakers; tears coursed down his chiseled face; he stuttered “Why, this, ww- wwhat – why me?’, sobbing wracked his tortured body; Justin bent over and forced his tongue in Doug’s mouth; “Cuz you’re the best of the best baby, that’s why”, he pulled off the delicious mouth and resumed pushing the spit through Doug’s body and then stopped. “Oh my god, you’re an animal, what is this?”, Doug pleaded; Justin replied, “Gotta see you cum one more time, hot boy”; Doug whispered “No, I can’t I’m straight, what are you doing to my body?”; Justin grabbed Doug’s cock and once again put it in his mouth; this time it was already hard because of the spear up it’s ass and through it’s body; he sucked hard and positioned his face so that Doug could see every contraction of his mouth; in and out Justin worked that piece of meat; he could feel the pulsing; felt the hot cum pumping down his throat again, and with his left hand brought down a scimitar on Doug’s straining, muscular neck; as it entered, massive jets of blood shot out of the wound; it continued chopping through the strong column until it reached the other side; Doug held it up so that it could see it’s pumping stump, hard pumping cock, and impaled headless body. Justin held it to his mouth, deep kissed the shocked face, gazed into it’s eyes; he grabbed his cock and shoved it into the stump; almost immediately he shot a huge load of cum that spurted out of it’s nose and mouth; he pulled it off his cock and then dropped it on the stake as it went dark.
Justin dropped to the sand, kissed the cock and balls; the tits, the entire torso; with one supreme effort he forced the spit through the lungs and out of the neckstump; it’s muscular structure held the pole in place like a hot ass grasping a fucking cock; he moved it into place on the pole and raised the other end into it’s pole; soon the crackling of Doug’s body could be heard as it roasting slowly over the fire; it’s sweet aroma melded with the other luaus taking place all over the island; Justin was beside himself with lust and hunger; his cock was hard again.
Justin gazed at the deeply browned, steamy, crispy skin of Doug’s roasted body; he took his bowie knife and carved a good chunk of ass cheek and bit into it; he ejaculated as the tender flesh hit his tongue and teeth, he savoured the piece of flesh as it slid down his throat; he knew Doug’s beach party was going to be a good one!
