Alright, deadleather, you asked for it. I get so sick and tired of your cocky attitude. I see you at the gym pumping up and showing off your muscles. When you hit the showers, you don't bother to wrap a towel around your waist -- oh no, you throw the towel over your shoulder and parade on down. You want every man and boy see you swinging that thick cock. You usually make a detour to the urinals to piss, and you stand with your legs apart and you put your hands on your waist and tighten up your ass muscles. IT's a sexy stance, and you know it. and you know all the guys are drooling over your ass and your sexy legs.
You take a long time in the shower, and make sure that you lather up your crotch and ass really good. To the rest of us, it looks more like you are playing with yourself than washing up. You make me so angry, I want to teach you a lesson about humility and then I just want to get rid of your body once and for all.
So after you leave the gym, I follow you out and strike up a conversation with you by saying I admire your calves. I ask pretend to be interested in how your work them, and when you show them off, I slam your head into the brick wall. Dazed, you look at me and say, WTF man? I say you've got a beautiful ass, and it's time for me to kiss it goodbye. I push you to the ground and then I pull out the video camera and put it on you to tape the whole thing. I make sure you understand I'm loving this and taping this so I can jerk off to it later.
Then I pull out my dick, which is very long, and I stuff it in your mouth. You start choking, but I don't let up. I cum into your mouth and make you swallow. Then I pull out a knife and I say that your right, you have a nice dick, and I'm taking it with me. I pull down your pants and see you are wearing a jockstrap instead of underwear. That pisses me off even more since only cocky assholes walk around in jock straps. I see that your dick is very hard. I grab it, and put the knife under it, ready to cut it off, but you wrestle with me. We fight for the knife, but I gain the upper hand, and point it to your stomach. You are holding me off, but I use the weight of my body to slowly lower it, and it starts to penetrate your skin. You scream, and blood oozes out, but it's only in an half an inch. But the pain causes you to let go. I start to put it in deeper, but then I realize I don't want to kill you just yet.
I pull your pants down further, and your labored breathing get heavier. You try to say something, but I want you to shut up, so I put the knife in your mouth, cutting from the inside. I grab your head with my left hand (it's rather bloody now from slamming your head) and hold the knife steady in your mouth with my right. I look you in the eye, and say, are you ready to die now? I nod your headI yes, and I say it's about time, and plunge the knife deep into the back of your mouth. You gag and blood flows out. You are almost dead, but not quite.
So time to finish you off. No point in stabbing you in the stomach again, as that won't be lethal. I cut off your shirt that's soaked with blood, and see your hard body. I like the curve just under your nipples. I put my hand on your chest to feel where your heart is -- it's still beating, though it's weak. I take the knife and put the point just in to that crevice and slowly push it in. You jerk around, so I have to press my body on top of you to hold you down. My left hand pushes your face, and my knee crushes your hard dick and balls. With my right, i push in deeper and deeper, blood comes spurting out -- it's hot and slimy and covers my hand, but I keep at it. You're still alive, but barely, so I make one final push. Your body goes immediately limp, so I know you are dead now. But I still hold your steady and tight because I like the total domination over your body.
Finally, I get up and see blood everywhere. You have a hard death stare looking right at me. I give your body a few kicks to make sure it's lifeless. I figure I might as well finish stripping you, and I take off your sneakers, your white socks and your jeans, and your jockstrap. I look inside the pouch and see that you had cummed in it, so I smell your cum. I take that as my final souvenir because once they dispose of your body, that cum will be all that's left of you.
I go home and hang your jockstrap on my bedroom mirror as a reminder of the cocky son of bitch who got what he deserved.
