Tecpatl
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Logan made his way down the forest trail in the lowering light. It was a warm day for winter, but nobody was here. Logan was looking for the guy from Grindr. The one who was into kink. Logan wouldn’t admit to anyone he was gay, much less he liked guys to tie him up and suck him off. So he met anonymous guys on Grindr. This one wanted to meet in the woods. The danger made the whole thing even hotter for Logan. He was already tight in his jeans.
“Connor.”
Logan turned around. That was the name he gave on Grindr. The guy was leaning against a tree. Shirtless. A short length of rope dangled from one hand.
“You ready for it?”
Logan’s eyes darted around through the trees. There was no one. Safe for now. He nodded.
The man moved to stand behind him. He felt the warm breath on the back of his neck.
“Hands behind your back.”
Logan took a deep breath and complied. He felt the rope looping around his wrists and pulling tight. His cock strained against his tight jeans. The man stepped in front of him. There was a look of contempt in his eyes. He pulled a hooded mask from his back pocket and pulled it on. Leather. Studs. Only the eyes and mouth visible now. His hands pulled Logan’s shirt out of his jeans and ran up under it over Logan’s bare skin.
“Mmmmmmmmm. Smooth just like your pictures.”
Logan was proud of his torso and posted pictures of it on Grindr as well as online under his real, more famous name. Rough hands twisted his nipples. Logan gasped in pleasure at the sharp pain.
“You like that you sick fuck.”
It was a statement, not a question. There was a sneer on the lips. Logan grew more turned on than ever. The hands moved to grasp his shirt and tear it open, pulling it down until the sleeves tightened around his biceps, holding his arms tighter, and his chest was exposed to the slight chill in the air. His large nipples were hard and pointed. The lips took hold of his right and sucked. Then the teeth bit. Logan said what the fuck. But there was no blood. He stood his ground.
The eyes looked deep into his as the hands unbuttoned his jeans and grabbed them and his undershorts and pulled them down around his knees. His full, long cock bobbed in the breeze. The hands took it and stroked, sliding with the precum. The eyes flicked to look behind Logan, over his shoulder.
“You getting this?”
A second shirtless man with an identical mask stepped around from behind Logan. He had a phone held up, evidently recording. Oh shit shit shit.
A third stepped from behind a tree where Logan hadn’t noticed him. He was holding a phone up as well. Before Logan could move the first had him tight in his arms around the knees and lifted him up. Suddenly he was standing on a chair put there by a fourth man. Logan stood in the middle of the shirtless men. They were all gorgeous. His cock continued to strain in spite of the danger. Did they know him? Did they know him? Shit shit.
“Stand still, fucker. We don’t want you to break your neck. No, we wouldn’t want that.”
He turned toward one of the phones.
“OK, you people all recognize this fuck. You know about the video he posted of the guy who hung himself in the forest. You heard him apologize and say he didn’t know what he was doing. Well he knew. And you know he knew. Just like he knew what he was doing when he saw me on Grindr. When he said he wanted me to tie him up and suck him off. Now you know how sick and twisted he is. He’s probably going to enjoy you watching him dangle from this tree. He’ll do anything to keep you watching him and running up the views.”
Suddenly there was a rope around his neck. The guy behind pulled it snug. And Logan was babbling, pleading that they let him go. That they not show the video. Offering money. The first guy had scissors now. He was cutting off Logan’s shirt. Another guy was tying his ankles. They were cutting off his jeans, his shorts. He was naked. Tears ran down his face, snot ran from his nose.
“The guy you desecrated? He doesn’t need anything from you except for you to shut up and die. And we’re going to give him that.”
Logan babbled to the camera now. About how he didn’t want this. How they were lying. About how they kidnapped him. About how he didn’t know about the dead guy in the tree. About how sorry sorry sorry he was. The first guy laughed. He was the only one who spoke.
“Don’t worry, Logan. CockyBoi95. We have screen shots of your Grindr. Video of you getting out of your car. Walking here through the woods. Meeting me. Everything except my face. We have three cameras going now. We’ll edit it real professional. You’ll die in all your glory. With everybody knowing exactly who you are. And we’ll post it enough places it’ll be out there forever.”
Logan had gone quiet. Just one pathetic “No.” Then a gasp as one of the guys took his cock in his mouth. His body arched as one by one they sucked him. He couldn’t stop himself. Somehow his body craved the pleasure and the danger. Then the first guy stepped back with a sneer and kicked the chair away.
“Die, bastard.”
The rope went tight with Logan’s toes just above the ground. His neck stretched. His throat sneezed shut. He twisted. His chest heaved as he tried to suck in air. His cock bounced against his thighs. His feet kicked, trying to find something, anything to stand on. To relieve the terrible pressure. He saw the phones slowly panning his jerking body. Then hands from behind steadied him. The first guy spit in his hand and grasped Logan’s cock.
“See, people. He’s getting off on this, the sick fuck.”
He began to stroke harder. Logan tried to stop his body. This was his worst horror. That anybody would know this about him. That all his fans would see this. But the pleasure of the pain of his final moments won. And his cum spurted thick ropes across the forest floor. The guy wiped his hand on Logan’s chest and spit in Logan’s face. His sneer was the last thing Logan saw as his body’s spasms slowed to twitches. And the blackness claimed him.
The video closed with a shot of Logan’s body hanging, twisting slowly, neck stretched, head limp to one side, face blackened and frozen in a look of terror.
The news of his body found hanging in the woods made all the news and entertainment sites. At first people thought it was bondage sex gone wrong. Which it was in a way. Then the video went up on multiple sites. Twitter exploded. With jokes. With saying he totally deserved it. With thanks to the four killers. With saying he never looked better.
There was almost no sympathy.
The killers were never caught. Or identified. Some said they were never looked for.
Logan was forgotten.
Except for guys whose favorite thing was to jerk off over a video of a fit 22 year old dying at the end of a rope.
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