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Elysion
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A short story I've written, mostly for my own enjoyment. I don't know if it fits the board, but I thought I would post it on the off-chance that someone might like it.
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I shamble along the pavement with uncertain movements, every couple of steps almost tripping over my own legs. In my drunken stupor I had decided to leave the bar on a whim for no obvious reason, slipping out before any of my friends could notice me go, and walking aimlessly along the streets, my drunken mind only realising I had taken a step after my foot left the ground for the next one.
Suddenly I feel myself pulled to the side, seeing the street bright with street lamps disappear and a dark alley close in around me. My intoxicated reflexes barely reacting and my mind hardly having time to think it unusual, I turn around in time to see a dark shape move close and to feel a punch against my stomach. I am still looking at the figure curiously, trying to make out a face, when I feel a burning pain begin to flame up in my gut, and I look down to see the man’s hand holding a knife deeply imbedded in my belly. I look up again and groan as he grabs my shoulder and tosses me against the wall. I crash against the unforgiving wall, back first, and feel myself slip down the bricks until my butt suddenly rests on the ground. He walks over to me and kneels down. I think I see a smile float in front of my face in the darkness as his hand reaches down and pulls the knife out. The dull yet burning pain throbs in my gut as I feel myself pulled up by the hair, and see a flash and then I can’t breathe, and a new pain awakens across my throat, and I feel my blood wet the front of my shirt as I grow light-headed. He lets go of me and I crash to ground, landing on my face. My unraveling mind somehow manages to collect itself enough to feel a pang of sadness, as I suddenly feel cold air on my ass and the familiar feeling of a penis parting the cheeks. Then, with a slight spasm and a long wheezing exhalation, my body relaxes and my mind winks out.
The killer smiles as he pulls down the trousers of the pretty boy he has assaulted and a perfect bubble butt pops out, and smiles even wider as he feels the last death spasm and the stillness as he dies. Without remorse he plunges his stiff member into the sweet, dead ass in front of him, and settles into a comfortable rhythm. Before long he feels his body tense and he unloads his cum deep inside the warm corpse, staying inside it briefly enjoying the firm cheeks clamped against his softening cock. Then he pulls out and stuffs his meat away, before fishing out the wallet in the dead boy’s trousers and unceremoniously tossing the cooling body in a dumpster, with its trousers pulled halfway down its legs and its dead, half-hard cock flopping weakly as it lands on its final bed of garbage bags. He walks away counting the few measly bills in the wallet.
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I shamble along the pavement with uncertain movements, every couple of steps almost tripping over my own legs. In my drunken stupor I had decided to leave the bar on a whim for no obvious reason, slipping out before any of my friends could notice me go, and walking aimlessly along the streets, my drunken mind only realising I had taken a step after my foot left the ground for the next one.
Suddenly I feel myself pulled to the side, seeing the street bright with street lamps disappear and a dark alley close in around me. My intoxicated reflexes barely reacting and my mind hardly having time to think it unusual, I turn around in time to see a dark shape move close and to feel a punch against my stomach. I am still looking at the figure curiously, trying to make out a face, when I feel a burning pain begin to flame up in my gut, and I look down to see the man’s hand holding a knife deeply imbedded in my belly. I look up again and groan as he grabs my shoulder and tosses me against the wall. I crash against the unforgiving wall, back first, and feel myself slip down the bricks until my butt suddenly rests on the ground. He walks over to me and kneels down. I think I see a smile float in front of my face in the darkness as his hand reaches down and pulls the knife out. The dull yet burning pain throbs in my gut as I feel myself pulled up by the hair, and see a flash and then I can’t breathe, and a new pain awakens across my throat, and I feel my blood wet the front of my shirt as I grow light-headed. He lets go of me and I crash to ground, landing on my face. My unraveling mind somehow manages to collect itself enough to feel a pang of sadness, as I suddenly feel cold air on my ass and the familiar feeling of a penis parting the cheeks. Then, with a slight spasm and a long wheezing exhalation, my body relaxes and my mind winks out.
The killer smiles as he pulls down the trousers of the pretty boy he has assaulted and a perfect bubble butt pops out, and smiles even wider as he feels the last death spasm and the stillness as he dies. Without remorse he plunges his stiff member into the sweet, dead ass in front of him, and settles into a comfortable rhythm. Before long he feels his body tense and he unloads his cum deep inside the warm corpse, staying inside it briefly enjoying the firm cheeks clamped against his softening cock. Then he pulls out and stuffs his meat away, before fishing out the wallet in the dead boy’s trousers and unceremoniously tossing the cooling body in a dumpster, with its trousers pulled halfway down its legs and its dead, half-hard cock flopping weakly as it lands on its final bed of garbage bags. He walks away counting the few measly bills in the wallet.
