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Story: Internet snuff star, part 5
Buck was walking the streets, but he wasn’t hunting. He’d made enough from his twofer commission with Mark that he didn’t need to make another recording for a while. Tonight, he was setting up supply.
Buck liked to have a “stable” ready and waiting in case he received a request for a specific type of victim. The best way he’d found to do this was to deal weed to as many of the rentboys as he could. He never went in for anything harder than pot, though—not worth the heat. He’d had some good times letting some of the whores get in to debt, then inviting them over to “work it off.” They’d worked, all right. And even when they stopped working, Buck still had fun.
Now, he was approached by someone he recognized. Danny was true street scum, a needle junkie whore, probably about twenty-one years old. He’d bought weed from Buck a couple of times, but he preferred to shoot coke. It made him horny. He’d clearly just scored, since he offered himself freely to Buck after his offer for a $20 blowjob was turned down.
Buck eyed the kid thoughtfully. Danny was wearing a denim jacket over a white t-shirt. His tight faded jeans ended at a pair of expensive hightop kicks that must have been stolen. He had straight black hair and the fuzzy beginning of a mustache. Danny was buzzing hard; he kept licking his lips and moving erratically. His pupils were almost invisible and there were fresh tracks down his arms.
What the hell, thought Buck. The kid was asking for it. And the cocaine in his bloodstream would give a boost when the terror kicked in.
Danny immediately disappeared into the bathroom when they got back to Buck’s place. The fact that he’d done another bump was obvious when he came out—his eyes were glassy and staring and his tongue protruded.
“Take your clothes off,” Buck ordered, “But put your shoes back on after. I’m gonna fuck you in your kicks.”
Danny did as he was told. He was too high to think rationally when Buck grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the next room.
Buck fastened Danny onto the bed face up. After strapping Danny’s arms in at the wrist, he pulled the boy’s legs up and tied them in above the knees so Danny could still wrap them around him while getting fucked. He gave the kid a huge snort of poppers.
While Danny closed his eyes and let the rush take him, Buck silently slipped out his commando knife and placed it within easy reach. Danny never noticed it.
He did notice the next thing that happened, though. Without warning, Buck rammed his fat cock into Danny’s exposed, unprepared hole. Despite the rush of the poppers and the numbing effect of the coke, the pain was excruciating; it was like getting raped with a bayonet. Danny screamed and tried to move.
His struggles were useless. He was impaled on Buck’s dick like a bug on a pin.
Buck was pumping Danny’s ass brutally, reaming the junkie whore with each thrust. Danny’s asshole was well-stretched, but Buck’s thick meat still managed to tear it. No lube meant that every stoke of Buck’s massive tool was inflicting more damage, ripping and bruising more tender flesh. Blood leaked onto the bed. Good, thought Buck. He enjoyed Danny’s agony.
Danny’s scream had become long, sobbing howls. “Please stop, man, please stop—you’re killing me!” he cried.
“Not yet,” replied Buck, “You’ll know when I’m killing you. It’ll hurt worse than this. You’re gonna to die in horrible pain with my dick inside you.”
Danny’s eyes widened and he began begging for his life. He was crying too hard for his words to be coherent. “Please…oh god…please no…fuck, man, please don’t do this…god, no, please…don’t…”
Buck felt Danny’s struggles become more frantic beneath him. Leaning forward, he clamped the kid’s mouth and nose off with one hand. After holding it for close to a minute, he released one nostril and applied the poppers. Danny’s huge reflexive gasp was nothing but fumes. Buck clamped his hand back down, throwing all his weight onto that arm, pressing down on Danny’s face, making it hurt. He held the knife up in front of Danny’s panicked eyes.
“See this?” Buck whispered. “I’m gonna fuck you in the head with this. I’m gonna rape your brain with it. You can’t yet imagine how much it’s gonna hurt. If I do it right, I’m gonna hit the part of your brain that controls orgasm. You’ll die like a pig with my knife in your brain and my cock up your ass and you’ll shoot your wad harder than you ever have in your worthless fucking life, you punk. You won’t be able to control it. You’re gonna die helplessly just so I can use your death agony to dump my cum, then throw you away like the piece of shit you are.”
He took his hand off Danny’s face. The boy was in sheer mindless terror, sobbing and struggling. Buck felt his balls tighten.
It was time for the kill.
“Are you ready for it, bitch?” Buck snarled. “Are you ready for my knife and my spunk? I’m gonna ram this cold hard steel into your brain stem. It’s gonna go under your jaw, through the base of your tongue and up into the back of your throat. You’ll feel every inch of my blade in your head before it reaches your brain. No matter how much it hurts, you’re still gonna cum. You’re gonna spurt blood and seed.”
Buck quickly applied the poppers again. Then, one hand on Danny’s face holding it down, he brought the knife up under the junkie’s jaw and stuck it in.
Slowly.
The muffled screams under Buck hand suddenly became much shriller. Buck could feel the resistance lessen when the blade emerged from the back of Danny’s tongue into the open cavity of his throat. The resistance built again as the knife continued upward and encountered bone on the underside of the skull. Buck applied more force. There was a crunching sound as the blade pierced the skull, then slid into Danny’s brain as if into butter.
Danny’s body stiffened instantly in shock. His legs clamped Buck’s torso, the heels of the hightops digging into Buck’s ass. His pupils dilated. When he opened his mouth, Buck could see the knife bisecting the back of his throat. His breathing became a series of ragged, hoarse gasps.
With another involuntary clenching of his muscles, thick ropy strands of cum began erupting from Danny’s rigid cock. His ass tightened around Buck’s dick, forcing it to shoot like a geyser. As always, Buck felt his control slip away. He was cumming so hard he was almost unaware that he was cursing. With each fountain of spunk that he blew, Buck twisted and reamed the knife into Danny’s brain, causing horrible trauma.
It was several minutes before Buck became aware of his surroundings again. He was lying on top of Danny, his cock still buried in the boy’s ass. Danny was quivering beneath him, the mindless twitchings of uncoordinated nerves. Like Tim before him, he was technically alive, even though his brain was destroyed. He continued to spasm jerkily as Buck pulled out; his breathing was faint and irregular.
“Well, shit, you little fuck, I guess you ain’t done yet,” Buck said to the trembling piece of meat beneath him. “Let me grab a smoke and we’ll saddle up again.”
--end of part 5
Buck was walking the streets, but he wasn’t hunting. He’d made enough from his twofer commission with Mark that he didn’t need to make another recording for a while. Tonight, he was setting up supply.
Buck liked to have a “stable” ready and waiting in case he received a request for a specific type of victim. The best way he’d found to do this was to deal weed to as many of the rentboys as he could. He never went in for anything harder than pot, though—not worth the heat. He’d had some good times letting some of the whores get in to debt, then inviting them over to “work it off.” They’d worked, all right. And even when they stopped working, Buck still had fun.
Now, he was approached by someone he recognized. Danny was true street scum, a needle junkie whore, probably about twenty-one years old. He’d bought weed from Buck a couple of times, but he preferred to shoot coke. It made him horny. He’d clearly just scored, since he offered himself freely to Buck after his offer for a $20 blowjob was turned down.
Buck eyed the kid thoughtfully. Danny was wearing a denim jacket over a white t-shirt. His tight faded jeans ended at a pair of expensive hightop kicks that must have been stolen. He had straight black hair and the fuzzy beginning of a mustache. Danny was buzzing hard; he kept licking his lips and moving erratically. His pupils were almost invisible and there were fresh tracks down his arms.
What the hell, thought Buck. The kid was asking for it. And the cocaine in his bloodstream would give a boost when the terror kicked in.
Danny immediately disappeared into the bathroom when they got back to Buck’s place. The fact that he’d done another bump was obvious when he came out—his eyes were glassy and staring and his tongue protruded.
“Take your clothes off,” Buck ordered, “But put your shoes back on after. I’m gonna fuck you in your kicks.”
Danny did as he was told. He was too high to think rationally when Buck grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the next room.
Buck fastened Danny onto the bed face up. After strapping Danny’s arms in at the wrist, he pulled the boy’s legs up and tied them in above the knees so Danny could still wrap them around him while getting fucked. He gave the kid a huge snort of poppers.
While Danny closed his eyes and let the rush take him, Buck silently slipped out his commando knife and placed it within easy reach. Danny never noticed it.
He did notice the next thing that happened, though. Without warning, Buck rammed his fat cock into Danny’s exposed, unprepared hole. Despite the rush of the poppers and the numbing effect of the coke, the pain was excruciating; it was like getting raped with a bayonet. Danny screamed and tried to move.
His struggles were useless. He was impaled on Buck’s dick like a bug on a pin.
Buck was pumping Danny’s ass brutally, reaming the junkie whore with each thrust. Danny’s asshole was well-stretched, but Buck’s thick meat still managed to tear it. No lube meant that every stoke of Buck’s massive tool was inflicting more damage, ripping and bruising more tender flesh. Blood leaked onto the bed. Good, thought Buck. He enjoyed Danny’s agony.
Danny’s scream had become long, sobbing howls. “Please stop, man, please stop—you’re killing me!” he cried.
“Not yet,” replied Buck, “You’ll know when I’m killing you. It’ll hurt worse than this. You’re gonna to die in horrible pain with my dick inside you.”
Danny’s eyes widened and he began begging for his life. He was crying too hard for his words to be coherent. “Please…oh god…please no…fuck, man, please don’t do this…god, no, please…don’t…”
Buck felt Danny’s struggles become more frantic beneath him. Leaning forward, he clamped the kid’s mouth and nose off with one hand. After holding it for close to a minute, he released one nostril and applied the poppers. Danny’s huge reflexive gasp was nothing but fumes. Buck clamped his hand back down, throwing all his weight onto that arm, pressing down on Danny’s face, making it hurt. He held the knife up in front of Danny’s panicked eyes.
“See this?” Buck whispered. “I’m gonna fuck you in the head with this. I’m gonna rape your brain with it. You can’t yet imagine how much it’s gonna hurt. If I do it right, I’m gonna hit the part of your brain that controls orgasm. You’ll die like a pig with my knife in your brain and my cock up your ass and you’ll shoot your wad harder than you ever have in your worthless fucking life, you punk. You won’t be able to control it. You’re gonna die helplessly just so I can use your death agony to dump my cum, then throw you away like the piece of shit you are.”
He took his hand off Danny’s face. The boy was in sheer mindless terror, sobbing and struggling. Buck felt his balls tighten.
It was time for the kill.
“Are you ready for it, bitch?” Buck snarled. “Are you ready for my knife and my spunk? I’m gonna ram this cold hard steel into your brain stem. It’s gonna go under your jaw, through the base of your tongue and up into the back of your throat. You’ll feel every inch of my blade in your head before it reaches your brain. No matter how much it hurts, you’re still gonna cum. You’re gonna spurt blood and seed.”
Buck quickly applied the poppers again. Then, one hand on Danny’s face holding it down, he brought the knife up under the junkie’s jaw and stuck it in.
Slowly.
The muffled screams under Buck hand suddenly became much shriller. Buck could feel the resistance lessen when the blade emerged from the back of Danny’s tongue into the open cavity of his throat. The resistance built again as the knife continued upward and encountered bone on the underside of the skull. Buck applied more force. There was a crunching sound as the blade pierced the skull, then slid into Danny’s brain as if into butter.
Danny’s body stiffened instantly in shock. His legs clamped Buck’s torso, the heels of the hightops digging into Buck’s ass. His pupils dilated. When he opened his mouth, Buck could see the knife bisecting the back of his throat. His breathing became a series of ragged, hoarse gasps.
With another involuntary clenching of his muscles, thick ropy strands of cum began erupting from Danny’s rigid cock. His ass tightened around Buck’s dick, forcing it to shoot like a geyser. As always, Buck felt his control slip away. He was cumming so hard he was almost unaware that he was cursing. With each fountain of spunk that he blew, Buck twisted and reamed the knife into Danny’s brain, causing horrible trauma.
It was several minutes before Buck became aware of his surroundings again. He was lying on top of Danny, his cock still buried in the boy’s ass. Danny was quivering beneath him, the mindless twitchings of uncoordinated nerves. Like Tim before him, he was technically alive, even though his brain was destroyed. He continued to spasm jerkily as Buck pulled out; his breathing was faint and irregular.
“Well, shit, you little fuck, I guess you ain’t done yet,” Buck said to the trembling piece of meat beneath him. “Let me grab a smoke and we’ll saddle up again.”
--end of part 5
