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Chapter 12. Kyle
Kyle was on his way home from a drunken night out with his university mates, they had hit the town and enjoyed a regular Friday night as young lads do, tonight had been no ordinary night it was a skimpy shorts night, and most of Kyle’s dorm had gone dressed out like it, Kyle was walking home with his roommate, and they were discussing the night events. They both regretted going out as they were dressed as the night wind was cold as it blew. Kyle was just over 6ft tall and, had short black hair, he was wearing a red retro Adidas t-shirt that clung tight to his body beneath, his choice of skimpy shorts were a pair of blue hot pants that covered his manhood area and a fraction of his legs. Kyle had a great pair of legs, with thick muscular thighs that led down to a great set of calves, his legs were not hairy but had a fine row of dark hairs on them. He wore a pair of white trainers on his feet.
“My legs are freezing.” Kyle said to his mate. “race you back” replied his mate and he gave Kyle a gentle shove to the side and he lost his footing and fell into the road, the oncoming car, had to hit his breaks, his wheels locked as his car skidded to a halt. The driver shot forward in his seat, only stopped by his seatbelt from flying through the window. Kyle stared at the driver, eyes catching each other. His brought his fist down in a drunken rage onto the bonnet of the stopped car as if he was blaming the driver for the incident, completely forgetting that his friend had nearly killed him.
Kyle was going to regret that whole incident as he had just stared into the eyes of a serial killer, someone who had already taken the life’s of eleven young men. Kyle had inadvertently made himself number twelve.
Scott stared at the young lad stood before him his eyes transfixed on the lads great legs. He thought about making this guy his next target, and was about to make his move when he saw Kyle’s friend standing at the side of the road, Scott’s heart sank, but he knew that only students from the university travelled this road at night on their way back to the dorms. He had an idea. Kyle’s friend put his hand out as if to apologise to Scott, he grabbed Kyle by the shoulder and the two set off running down the road. Scott was going to drive on up ahead, and park in the dorm car park. If his theory was correct, the lads would be there soon. He drove off passing Kyle and his mates, Scott stare in awe at the site of Kyle’s long legs, running, his quads working overtime. He arrived at the dorm and parked up near the door.
A short while later the two running jocks arrived. They paused outside of the door and laughed at each others jokes. Kyle’s mate opened the door, he watched the lad type in 5,6,3,2 on the keypad and pulled the door. Scott memorized the number. Both Kyle and his mate walked in. Scott got out of his car and approached the door, he punched in the numbers in the order he had seen and slipped inside.
Once inside Scott could hear the lads going up the stairs, he then heard a voice say “Fuck it, I’m going for a shower now.” and heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Scott slipped into the shadows as the steps grew closer. As they hit the bottom of the stairs, Scott could clearly see the figure of the stud he wanted, the stud he was going to kill.
Kyle stood at the bottom of the stairs unaware that his every move was being watched by a killer, he pulled his red shirt up over his head to reveal a Sexy athletic torso, it was slightly bronze with large pecs and a tight ab base. Scott saw the outline of his v and he was turned on. Kyle slapped his thighs, they noise was satisfying as his muscles rippled and walked towards the bathroom, he opened the door and went inside.
Scott stood outside of the bathroom and could hear the sound of running water start up, he braced himself, he had no weapons, or tools with him, he would have to rely on his power and brains to get him through this one, he did however have a condom in his wallet and entered the room. He could see the steam coming from the showers, Kyle hummed to himself as he cleaned his sexy body, rubbing the shower gel around with his hands. Scott undressed and slipped into the shower cubicle, Kyle was to busy, rubbing his smooth wet body to notice anybody join him in the shower. Scott stare at the naked stud before him, his muscles constricted and moved with every rub he gave his body. The water dropped down and splashed against Kyle’s bronzed skin. Scott took at moment to take in the hot body stood before him, he had a marvellous back, the line where his shoulder blades met was sexy, Kyle had a perfectly crafted smooth arse, that led down to his hot powerful legs. Scott played with himself until his cock was firm and erect.
Enough was enough it was time for fun and Scott lunged at the unsuspecting victim, he threw his hand around Kyle’s neck. Kyle shot forward his wet body pressed firmly up against the cold white wall. “Don’t’ move, I’ve got a knife, one false move and your dead.” Scott said to Kyle. Kyle tried to fight back but his attacker was to strong. He begged “please don’t hurt me, do anything you want, but please don’t hurt me.” Kyle felt something protruding into his lower back and waited for the knife to cut into his wet body, it didn’t come, instead Scott grabbed his cock and shoved it into Kyle’s finely sculptured butt. Kyle was pressed harder against the wall and groaned in agony, “Noooo, please, please” he begged but Scott fucked him hard, he shoved in and out, in and out. Kyle was uncomfortable and in pain. He tried to move but his upper body was held down, he moved his feet and stood on his tiptoes, no matter what he tried Scot was to powerful. He now knew what the birds felt like when he fucked them this way. The pain became unbearable with each thrust of Scott’s hard cock and he could hear the sounds of enjoyment coming from Scott. Scott then let out the loudest “yessss” as he fired his load into the condom up Kyle’s arse. Kyle shot forward again. Scott pulled out and Kyle felt relieved, Scott relaxed his grip and Kyle tried to turn to flee. Scott grabbed his black hair and shoved Kyle’s face up against the cold wall, blood spattered from an open cut as Kyle went “oomph” he tried to fight back and Scott again shoved his head against the wall, causing an even bigger cut, Kyle’s body relaxed as Scott then began to slam his head against the steel metal fittings of the shower. He continued this at least ten times as Kyle’s face became a bloody pulp, his wet blood splattering against the white wall, the fittings tore into his head. After the fifth one his arms dangled still and his body was supported by the weight of Scott. But Scott continued he wanted to make sure Kyle was dead. He then let go and Kyle’s naked body slumped to the floor, arms by his side, his legs bent. His cock was lent to one side. The water from the shower rained down on the smooth nude corpse. Scott positioned it so, Kyle’s face was directly under the water, it washed away the blood around his head. Kyle’s eyes were open and looked to the side, his mouth was open and the water from the shower quickly spilled out from the sides of Kyle’s mouth. He checked for a pulse and couldn’t find one. But if the was even a slightest one, the water would now drown the unconscious Kyle anyway. But Scott was confident he had done the trick and Kyle was dead, he removed the condom and placed it on his pocket and got dressed. He heard the bathroom door open, he hid behind the opening door, holding it in place like a stop, he watched as Kyle’s friend had come down to see what was taking his roommate so long. He followed the sound of running water and entered the shower area. Scott heard a loud scream “Kyle oh my god no” and his friend shot out of the bathroom to find help. Scott slipped out behind him and drove off into the night.
Kyle was on his way home from a drunken night out with his university mates, they had hit the town and enjoyed a regular Friday night as young lads do, tonight had been no ordinary night it was a skimpy shorts night, and most of Kyle’s dorm had gone dressed out like it, Kyle was walking home with his roommate, and they were discussing the night events. They both regretted going out as they were dressed as the night wind was cold as it blew. Kyle was just over 6ft tall and, had short black hair, he was wearing a red retro Adidas t-shirt that clung tight to his body beneath, his choice of skimpy shorts were a pair of blue hot pants that covered his manhood area and a fraction of his legs. Kyle had a great pair of legs, with thick muscular thighs that led down to a great set of calves, his legs were not hairy but had a fine row of dark hairs on them. He wore a pair of white trainers on his feet.
“My legs are freezing.” Kyle said to his mate. “race you back” replied his mate and he gave Kyle a gentle shove to the side and he lost his footing and fell into the road, the oncoming car, had to hit his breaks, his wheels locked as his car skidded to a halt. The driver shot forward in his seat, only stopped by his seatbelt from flying through the window. Kyle stared at the driver, eyes catching each other. His brought his fist down in a drunken rage onto the bonnet of the stopped car as if he was blaming the driver for the incident, completely forgetting that his friend had nearly killed him.
Kyle was going to regret that whole incident as he had just stared into the eyes of a serial killer, someone who had already taken the life’s of eleven young men. Kyle had inadvertently made himself number twelve.
Scott stared at the young lad stood before him his eyes transfixed on the lads great legs. He thought about making this guy his next target, and was about to make his move when he saw Kyle’s friend standing at the side of the road, Scott’s heart sank, but he knew that only students from the university travelled this road at night on their way back to the dorms. He had an idea. Kyle’s friend put his hand out as if to apologise to Scott, he grabbed Kyle by the shoulder and the two set off running down the road. Scott was going to drive on up ahead, and park in the dorm car park. If his theory was correct, the lads would be there soon. He drove off passing Kyle and his mates, Scott stare in awe at the site of Kyle’s long legs, running, his quads working overtime. He arrived at the dorm and parked up near the door.
A short while later the two running jocks arrived. They paused outside of the door and laughed at each others jokes. Kyle’s mate opened the door, he watched the lad type in 5,6,3,2 on the keypad and pulled the door. Scott memorized the number. Both Kyle and his mate walked in. Scott got out of his car and approached the door, he punched in the numbers in the order he had seen and slipped inside.
Once inside Scott could hear the lads going up the stairs, he then heard a voice say “Fuck it, I’m going for a shower now.” and heard the sound of footsteps coming down the stairs. Scott slipped into the shadows as the steps grew closer. As they hit the bottom of the stairs, Scott could clearly see the figure of the stud he wanted, the stud he was going to kill.
Kyle stood at the bottom of the stairs unaware that his every move was being watched by a killer, he pulled his red shirt up over his head to reveal a Sexy athletic torso, it was slightly bronze with large pecs and a tight ab base. Scott saw the outline of his v and he was turned on. Kyle slapped his thighs, they noise was satisfying as his muscles rippled and walked towards the bathroom, he opened the door and went inside.
Scott stood outside of the bathroom and could hear the sound of running water start up, he braced himself, he had no weapons, or tools with him, he would have to rely on his power and brains to get him through this one, he did however have a condom in his wallet and entered the room. He could see the steam coming from the showers, Kyle hummed to himself as he cleaned his sexy body, rubbing the shower gel around with his hands. Scott undressed and slipped into the shower cubicle, Kyle was to busy, rubbing his smooth wet body to notice anybody join him in the shower. Scott stare at the naked stud before him, his muscles constricted and moved with every rub he gave his body. The water dropped down and splashed against Kyle’s bronzed skin. Scott took at moment to take in the hot body stood before him, he had a marvellous back, the line where his shoulder blades met was sexy, Kyle had a perfectly crafted smooth arse, that led down to his hot powerful legs. Scott played with himself until his cock was firm and erect.
Enough was enough it was time for fun and Scott lunged at the unsuspecting victim, he threw his hand around Kyle’s neck. Kyle shot forward his wet body pressed firmly up against the cold white wall. “Don’t’ move, I’ve got a knife, one false move and your dead.” Scott said to Kyle. Kyle tried to fight back but his attacker was to strong. He begged “please don’t hurt me, do anything you want, but please don’t hurt me.” Kyle felt something protruding into his lower back and waited for the knife to cut into his wet body, it didn’t come, instead Scott grabbed his cock and shoved it into Kyle’s finely sculptured butt. Kyle was pressed harder against the wall and groaned in agony, “Noooo, please, please” he begged but Scott fucked him hard, he shoved in and out, in and out. Kyle was uncomfortable and in pain. He tried to move but his upper body was held down, he moved his feet and stood on his tiptoes, no matter what he tried Scot was to powerful. He now knew what the birds felt like when he fucked them this way. The pain became unbearable with each thrust of Scott’s hard cock and he could hear the sounds of enjoyment coming from Scott. Scott then let out the loudest “yessss” as he fired his load into the condom up Kyle’s arse. Kyle shot forward again. Scott pulled out and Kyle felt relieved, Scott relaxed his grip and Kyle tried to turn to flee. Scott grabbed his black hair and shoved Kyle’s face up against the cold wall, blood spattered from an open cut as Kyle went “oomph” he tried to fight back and Scott again shoved his head against the wall, causing an even bigger cut, Kyle’s body relaxed as Scott then began to slam his head against the steel metal fittings of the shower. He continued this at least ten times as Kyle’s face became a bloody pulp, his wet blood splattering against the white wall, the fittings tore into his head. After the fifth one his arms dangled still and his body was supported by the weight of Scott. But Scott continued he wanted to make sure Kyle was dead. He then let go and Kyle’s naked body slumped to the floor, arms by his side, his legs bent. His cock was lent to one side. The water from the shower rained down on the smooth nude corpse. Scott positioned it so, Kyle’s face was directly under the water, it washed away the blood around his head. Kyle’s eyes were open and looked to the side, his mouth was open and the water from the shower quickly spilled out from the sides of Kyle’s mouth. He checked for a pulse and couldn’t find one. But if the was even a slightest one, the water would now drown the unconscious Kyle anyway. But Scott was confident he had done the trick and Kyle was dead, he removed the condom and placed it on his pocket and got dressed. He heard the bathroom door open, he hid behind the opening door, holding it in place like a stop, he watched as Kyle’s friend had come down to see what was taking his roommate so long. He followed the sound of running water and entered the shower area. Scott heard a loud scream “Kyle oh my god no” and his friend shot out of the bathroom to find help. Scott slipped out behind him and drove off into the night.