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Three figures walked across the plateau in the predawn dark. Walking to their death. Seth, Connor and Josh. Each eighteen years old. Inseparable since pre-school. Lovers since sixth grade.
Their schoolmates called them the Tres Amigos. All very popular high school athletes. Seth was voted Best Looking in their high school class. Connor Most Mischievous. Josh Most Popular and Homecoming King. Everyone knew they were gay and possibly lovers, but it wasn’t spoken of. No need to. Nobody’s business but their own.
But now, after graduation, they were to be split up. Seth would be going east to college and Josh to State U. Connor would begin working in his family’s metal parts business. But splitting up was not an option. Out of the question. Impossible. So they decided to die together. Today.
They strode across the grassy plateau. Josh, big and heavily muscled, wearing combat boots and hiking shorts, shirtless, a hunting knife on his studded belt. Seth, smaller but also muscular, in boots, jeans, and tank top. And Connor, with a slighter build, wore only moccasins, a loin cloth and an eagle feather in his long black hair, playfully celebrating his Indian heritage. Each carried a pack containing items they would need for their final hours.
They walked in silence until they reached a wooded area that surrounded a clearing. To the side was a narrow crevice, more a cave actually, about fifteen feet deep with steep smooth sides which, by day’s end, would become their grave. The plan was simple. There were three bottles of water, one of which was drugged. They would each drink and one would pass out. The other two would kill him. Then the survivors would drink from two more bottles. One would pass out and be killed by the other. The remaining boy would attend to burial and commit suicide.
Their deaths would not be easy. In recent years they had become heavily involved with bondage and pain, each boy equally sadistic and masochistic. They had suffered and inflicted pain on each other, and talked about fantasies not yet experienced. Today, it would all be reality. Each had made clear what pain he hoped to experience. And each had said what he fantasized doing to the others. And each had unspoken desires. Today their sexual fantasies would become sexual reality. Fatal reality.
Seth brought out the first three bottles. They knelt in a circle, looking in each other’s eyes. They kissed. Long kisses as hands lovingly caressed familiar torsos. They drank, tossed away the bottles, and embraced, silent except for heavy breathing, each wondering what would happen next. Then, Seth slumped into his buddies’ arms.
Connor and Josh laid him on the ground. Looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. Josh said “Let’s strip him”. So they did and when Seth was naked in the dirt, the others were again uncertain. They knelt beside Seth, caressing his smooth, white muscles. Then Connor said “Want to drag him?” “O.K.” They each took a wrist and began to drag Seth around the open area, slowly at first, but eventually faster. They looked at each other and smiled, and began to jog. Back and forth across the opening. They stopped and rolled Seth over. His lower back, ass and legs were red and scratched. “Wow!” “Crazy!” With a little whoop, they grabbed his ankles and resumed dragging. Faster this time. Running. Laughing. Nervously at first, then with pure joy. Big Josh in his tight shorts and boots, sweat pouring from his massive bare torso. Connor whooping like an Indian as his dick bounced under his flapping loincloth. Glancing behind them, they could see Seth’s head bouncing on the hard dirt surface. They rolled him over and resumed their romp, pulling him first by his wrists and then by his ankles, face up, face down. When they looked next, Seth’s smooth teen skin had become a mass of cuts and scratches and blood and dirt. And his face, that beautiful face, a bit fucked up. He bled from cuts to his chin and nose and cheekbones. Josh froze, unbelieving. But Connor said, “Look. Those bushes. Let’s toss him in there.” And so they picked Seth up by ankles and wrists, swung him a couple times and let him fly into a bank of brush. He landed face down, with just one foot showing above. “Fuck! How do we get him out?” “Easy, I’ll go in and pull him out.” But as Josh stepped into the bushes, he felt blackberry thorns rip at his bare legs. Gingerly, he made his way in far enough to grab Seth’s foot and pulled, more concerned with the thorns scratching him than about his buddy. So, when Seth was finally pulled free and laid on his back, the boys were shocked at how the thorns had ripped his nuts and cock and belly and face. “Christ! That’s hot!” “Fuck yeah!” Their dicks were rock hard, Josh’s outlined inside his tight shorts, and Connor’s upright, like a tent pole under his loincloth. “Let’s do it again.” “O.K., but wait a minute.” Josh went to his pack and brought a rope that he tied to Seth’s wrist, and another to an ankle, so after they swung him back into the bushes, they could pull him out head first or foot first, without having to wade into the brush themselves. Seth flew into the bushes four more times before Connor and Josh laid him out and knelt to examine their friend. His entire body was a mass of torn and bleeding skin. Gingerly, they touched him, fingering bloody flaps of skin, reminded of the smooth muscular boy who had shared their bodies for so many years.
“It’s time” said Connor. “We have to do it for him.” They dragged Seth to a tree and strung him up spread-eagle by his wrists, and staked his feet far apart. And waited. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they waited. They felt no remorse or sadness at the sight of their beloved friend’s beautiful face and body hanging limply, torn and bloody. They had all chosen this fate, mutual death, painful yet stimulating. To die at their own hands and remain together for eternity. Connor sat between Josh’s legs, his back against a bare chest, Josh’s arms encircling him. Their cheeks pressed together. Silent. Waiting for Seth.
In time, a long low moan. Then a sudden jerk as Seth became fully conscious. Connor and Josh jumped up and embraced their buddy, kissing his bloody face. “What did you do? Everything hurts, stings.” “Ah, just dragged you around a bit.” Seth looked down at his ravaged torso. “Shit! Does my face look like that? Did you fuck up my face, too?” “You haven’t lost your beauty. You’re still the Pretty Boy. Still hot.” “O.K. Let’s get on with it.” When the boys hesitated, Seth said “You have to do it. You promised.” “Yeah, we did.”
Josh knelt in front of Seth and tied a cord tightly around his ball sac. Then, with no hesitation, took his knife and sliced off his nuts. Seth let out a strange squeal, sucked in air, and gritted his teeth. Josh stood and held the sac up for both to see. Seth smiled through his pain. “Do it.” Josh slipped the nuts out of the sac and handed one to Connor. “You first.” Connor grinned and licked the bloody testicle, slid it salaciously in and out of his mouth, and then closed his lips and bit into the treasure. His eyes widened as the nut split open between his teeth, and a bloody liquid seeped from his lips and dribbled down his chin. Several more chews and then he swallowed. Seth watched all this rapturously. Connor stepped close and kissed him, allowing Seth to taste his own manhood. The kiss and mingling of tongues and tastes went on until Seth pulled his head back and looked at Josh. “Next?” Josh popped the nut into his mouth and immediately bit down, chewing it into a mush before swallowing. He, too, shared the taste with Seth. And with Connor. The three embraced a final time. “Thanks,” whispered Seth.
Josh suddenly knelt and cut the cord that had kept Seth from bleeding. As blood began to flow freely, Connor swung a whip onto his back. Josh stood, pulled off his studded belt and swung it against Seth’s belly. Seth screamed. Connor flailed his back and ass and legs. Josh’s belt slammed into Seth’s belly and chest and face. As blood spurted rhythmically from Seth’s crotch, the boys flailed at their friend, ignoring his screams, as if in a frenzy to hurry the bleeding out. After several minutes, Seth’s screamed stopped and his body went limp, hanging by his wrists, but the two kept swinging until the spurting blood trickled to a weak stream, and then ceased altogether. They stopped, cut Seth down and laid him in the blood soaked dirt. There was little that hadn’t been ripped and shredded. His once-magnificent body had become almost unrecognizable. Josh and Connor fell on top of the bloody form and sobbed. Deep uncontrollable sobs. Seth was dead. There could be no going back.
Josh rose, picked up Seth in his arms, and carried him to the crevice. Gently the boys lifted Seth above the opening and dropped him. The naked, broken body fell the fifteen feet and crumpled on the rock floor, like a torn and discarded rag doll.
The boys were deeply shaken. They had killed Seth. Savagely. Brutally. It wasn’t fantasy anymore. Josh quietly picked up the remaining bottles and let Connor choose one. They drank and then knelt, clutching, kissing, whispering “I love you I love you, I love you” to each other. Hard dicks pressed firmly against each other as they embraced for the last time. Then Connor slumped. Josh continued to hold him against his chest before finally letting him down. Connor lay on his back, still in his loincloth, the feather still in his hair.
“O.K. Tonto. You wanted your Indian death, so let’s get started.” Josh grasped Connor’s shoulder-length hair and pulled him up, then threw him over his shoulder. He walked to the center of the clearing and looked around, checking the terrain, planning his course. He dumped Connor to the ground, grabbed his hair again and dragged him in a circle around the perimeter, over hard dirt, rocks, low prickly brush. Then back to the center where, holding Connor’s hair by both hands, he began to spin in a circle. As he spun faster, Connor became airborne, around and around, until Josh let him go. Connor flew about fifteen feet before landing on the dirt, bouncing, turning over three times, and skidding to a stop. His shoulders, knees and face were scraped, blood already beginning to ooze. And the feather was gone. Josh grabbed a wrist and began to spin again. Again, Connor flew, bounced, and skidded. And again, this time held by both ankles, Connor was launched into the air and landed hard, skidding on his face, then rolling over and over. Josh took hold of his hair and dragged him back to the trees, where he soon had Connor suspended from the trees, naked, spread-eagled horizontally, about two feet off the ground.
Josh stripped off his shorts, slid beneath Connor and looked up. His friend’s head hung limp, long dirt-filled hair just touching Josh’s face. He didn’t move. Just waited. Staring up at his naked lover. Until finally the drug wore off and Connor opened his eyes. “Hey. You look hot down there.” “Hey. You look hot up there.” “So, why do I hurt?” “Just tossed you around a bit. You said you wanted to feel everything at the end, so I sort of held off.” “Thanks.”
Josh reached up with his hunting knife and poked the tip of Connor’s nose. A small prick but enough for drops of blood to fall into his own face. “Shit, Josh, that looks so fucking hot!” “Yeah, your blood always tasted sweet.” “Too bad Seth never got into it. He always left whenever we did our blood thing.” “Hey, you still want the fire?” “Hell, yeah. I’ve had wet dreams since I was a kid about being burned at the stake and now you can do it for me.” “O.K.” “You going to do anything else?” “I’ve decided to scalp you. That’s an Indian thing.” “Fuck! I’m in Heaven! Or will be, I hope.”
As they talked, Josh continually reached up and poked the knife point into Connor’s body…his chest and belly, his face and neck…just pin pricks but enough for his own naked skin to be covered with crimson droplets. The sight of drops of his own blood splatting on Josh’s chest and face caused Connor’s cock to quiver with desire. And poking Connor’s skin with his knife brought Josh’s fat ten-inch cock dick to full upright and standing position.
“So, if I had been the first to drop, how would you guys have killed me?” “Seth would have gutted you. He loved your six packs and planned to run a knife deep between each of them. Hang you by your feet from a tree, slice you open and pull out your guts.” “Shit! Cool! And what about you?” “You know how much I love your chest and nips. I was going to tie you to a tree and chew them off, completely off. Remember how we talked about cannibalism? Well, I was going to eat you. Seth said he’d join in if he could eat your nuts and cock.” “Yeah, he always liked nuts. That’s why he wanted to watch us swallow his.”
Josh stood up. “O.K., Injun Boy. Let go. It’s getting late.” He cut Connor loose, grabbed his hair, and dragged him back to the clearing. Again, he spun him in a circle until he was airborne and then let him fly. This time Connor was conscious so as he was spun around, he shouted “Whee!”, but when he landed. he let out a scream of pain and, after bouncing and skidding, he moaned loudly. Josh grabbed an ankle and spun him again. This time he landed face down and just skidded, ripping up his chest and face. Connor was hurting now. Then Josh held him by an ankle and a wrist as he spun him, and this time Connor flew higher and farther than before, landing hard on his back before rolling another fifteen feet and crashing into a tree. The boy was stunned and gasping as Josh picked him up in his arms and carried him through the trees to an old section of a barbed wire fence. Only thirty feet long but more than sufficient. He pushed Connor roughly into the fence and sat him on two lower strands of wire. Connor let out a yelp as the rusty barbs dug into his young butt. Josh quickly stretched Connor’s arms and legs out and twisted them into the wire. When he finished, Connor was spread-eagled on the fence, like a scarecrow, unable to move, sharp barbs penetrating arms and legs, back and ass, his dick hanging eighteen inches off the ground. Josh knelt and shoved a twig deep up his pee hole, pulled out a lighter and put the flame to the end. It caught and the flame shot up the dry twig and licked at the tip of Connor’s cock. He let out a shriek of pain as fire fully engulfed his dick head. The fire extinguished itself quickly after the twig had burnt. Josh pulled the twig out and took Connor’s dick in his mouth to sooth the scarred head. Connor stopped screaming and just panted heavily.
Josh stood and leaned over his buddy and whispered, “You wanted my tits, did you?” He shoved his right nipple into Connor’s mouth. Connor sucked on it. His eyes turned up with a questioning look. Josh smiled softly and nodded. Connor bit. Josh made a sound of pleasure. Connor bit harder. Josh moaned. “Yes, Connor. It’s all yours.” So Connor began to chew, his teeth biting into the nip head, ripping, and then tasting blood. Another hesitation. “Yesssss, Connor, Yesssss!” At that Connor tore fully into Josh’s nipple, tearing the sweet flesh with his teeth.
Josh was in extreme pain as his nipple was torn from his chest. His hands gripped the wire tightly and his teeth clenched as he tried not to cry out. Connor deserved this. He, Josh, deserved this, needed it actually. Seth had suffered terribly, as would Connor. But he would not. There would be no one to inflict fatal pain on him. This was his reward. In spite of his extreme pain, he kept his chest in Connor’s face, allowing him to bite and rip and chew. His nipple was gone now, swallowed, and Connor’s teeth were consuming his pec muscle. Both boys were moaning loudly, one in pain, both in ecstasy, as their bodies lurched and their rigid dicks bounced in pleasure. As Josh sensed that they were each about to shoot, he pulled back. The boys had agreed that no one should cum that day, that it might lessen the final thrill of death. So Josh stood back and looked at Connor whose face was covered with blood, a piece of flesh hanging from his teeth. Connor looked up at Josh and the bloody, pulpy mess that had once been the hottest chest in school. Both continued to pant heavily for several minutes.
Abruptly, Josh stood and picked up a pile of dead brush and twigs he had collected earlier, and shoved it under Connor’s ass and crotch. He lit a match and dropped it in the pile. Then, before the fire could catch, and with no warning, he grabbed Connor’s long hair with his left hand and pulled it forward, while simultaneously pulling out his knife and, with two quick strokes, ripped Connor’s hair from his head. Scalped! Connor let out an agonizing scream. His pain was more excruciating than anything he had ever felt…or imagined. And at just that moment, the brush erupted in flames, engulfing his ass and dick and balls and belly in fire. His brain seemed to confabulate the searing pain from both above and below into one huge agonizing event. Blood oozed from his head, dribbled down his face and fell sizzling into the fire that was charring his dick and melting his flesh. His body shook and jerked wildly against the wire, but the barbs insured he could not break free. Agonizing shrieks filled the air. Josh stood transfixed, unmoving, the bloody scalp in his fists, his fists to his mouth, his mouth agape with horror, his eyes and ears disbelieving. Connor’s screams went on and on until, suddenly Josh broke out of his trancelike state, grabbed a heavy branch that he had set nearby, lifted it high, and crashed it down on Connor’s head. The force cracked the skull open and killed Connor instantly. Josh collapsed to the ground, still clutching the scalp, and sat, staring as the blazing fire continued to consume his lover. The dried brush eventually burned itself out, but not before Connor’s entire lower body was charred, skin black and peeling, cock and balls melted. Josh rolled over into a fetal position and sobbed, cried harder than he ever had in his life.
In time, Josh forced himself up, and pulled Connor from the fence. He didn’t care that the rusty barbs ripped at Connor’s skin and his own. He ignored the searing pain from his torn chest. As he picked Connor up, a large patch of hot, blistered skin from his ass came away, stuck to Josh’s hand. The upper part of him was still warm because he hadn’t been dead for long, and the lower part was still hot from the flames. Josh carried him to the crevice and dropped him in. Looking down, it appeared Seth and Connor were sleeping in each other’s arms. Still sobbing, Josh put the scalp on his own head, mixing Connor’s blood with his short blond hair. Blood continued to ooze from his own chest. Then he went about the business of cleaning up the area, dropping everything they had brought into the crevice. He made sure there was no evidence of their presence left for anyone to find. He missed seeing pieces of Connor’s skin still stuck on the barbs but birds would eat those within days. One last look around before his joined his buddies.
His sobbing had subsided by the time Josh lowered himself over the edge and dropped the final ten feet. Although he tried not to, he landed on Connor’s leg, slipped and twisted his ankle. Fuck! He limped as he pulled all their equipment to the back end of the cave. Then he dragged his buddies in, too. Anybody looking down from above would never see this part of the cave. Josh laid Connor and Seth side by side, and turned their heads toward each other. He took the scalp and gently positioned in its proper place on Connor’s head. He knelt, naked, straddling his naked lovers, staring at their savaged bodies. Blood from his chest dripped on them but he hardly felt the pain now. He leaned down and kissed them both. “Connor, I gave you my nipple. Seth, now I will give you my guts.” With that, he jammed his knife into his belly and sliced upward. Ignoring the immediate searing pain, he stabbed again and ripped sideways. His guts dropped out of his belly onto the chests of Seth and Connor. “OhGodOhGodOhGod!” Josh had never felt such piercing, searing pain. A hundred times worse than Connor tearing at his chest. He saw his intestines, yellowish, wet, slimy, mixed with his blood. He saw Connor and Seth so peaceful together, covered with his belly slop. All this in a split second before he reached up and sliced his carotid artery. He dropped the knife and fell forward, on top of his friends and his guts. His arms pulled the three tight as he screamed, screamed in excruciating agony. The pain was fucking unbearable but he knew it was also temporary. The friendship would be forever.
Anyone in the clearing would have heard the agonizing screams emanating from the crevice, but only for a few minutes. Then silence, and only the whisper of the wind in the trees. Tomorrow’s rain would wash away the blood from the dirt. For weeks, a fetid stench would drift up from the crevice as the boys rotted. Probably no animal could get down those seep walls, but bugs would certainly emerge from the earth to feast on the putrefying teens. Soon, though, the odor would dissipate. And in time, the only evidence of the events of this day would be three entwined skeletons on the floor of a cave. No one would ever know or tell the story of the Tres Amigos, together for eternity.
Their schoolmates called them the Tres Amigos. All very popular high school athletes. Seth was voted Best Looking in their high school class. Connor Most Mischievous. Josh Most Popular and Homecoming King. Everyone knew they were gay and possibly lovers, but it wasn’t spoken of. No need to. Nobody’s business but their own.
But now, after graduation, they were to be split up. Seth would be going east to college and Josh to State U. Connor would begin working in his family’s metal parts business. But splitting up was not an option. Out of the question. Impossible. So they decided to die together. Today.
They strode across the grassy plateau. Josh, big and heavily muscled, wearing combat boots and hiking shorts, shirtless, a hunting knife on his studded belt. Seth, smaller but also muscular, in boots, jeans, and tank top. And Connor, with a slighter build, wore only moccasins, a loin cloth and an eagle feather in his long black hair, playfully celebrating his Indian heritage. Each carried a pack containing items they would need for their final hours.
They walked in silence until they reached a wooded area that surrounded a clearing. To the side was a narrow crevice, more a cave actually, about fifteen feet deep with steep smooth sides which, by day’s end, would become their grave. The plan was simple. There were three bottles of water, one of which was drugged. They would each drink and one would pass out. The other two would kill him. Then the survivors would drink from two more bottles. One would pass out and be killed by the other. The remaining boy would attend to burial and commit suicide.
Their deaths would not be easy. In recent years they had become heavily involved with bondage and pain, each boy equally sadistic and masochistic. They had suffered and inflicted pain on each other, and talked about fantasies not yet experienced. Today, it would all be reality. Each had made clear what pain he hoped to experience. And each had said what he fantasized doing to the others. And each had unspoken desires. Today their sexual fantasies would become sexual reality. Fatal reality.
Seth brought out the first three bottles. They knelt in a circle, looking in each other’s eyes. They kissed. Long kisses as hands lovingly caressed familiar torsos. They drank, tossed away the bottles, and embraced, silent except for heavy breathing, each wondering what would happen next. Then, Seth slumped into his buddies’ arms.
Connor and Josh laid him on the ground. Looked at each other, uncertain of what to do. Josh said “Let’s strip him”. So they did and when Seth was naked in the dirt, the others were again uncertain. They knelt beside Seth, caressing his smooth, white muscles. Then Connor said “Want to drag him?” “O.K.” They each took a wrist and began to drag Seth around the open area, slowly at first, but eventually faster. They looked at each other and smiled, and began to jog. Back and forth across the opening. They stopped and rolled Seth over. His lower back, ass and legs were red and scratched. “Wow!” “Crazy!” With a little whoop, they grabbed his ankles and resumed dragging. Faster this time. Running. Laughing. Nervously at first, then with pure joy. Big Josh in his tight shorts and boots, sweat pouring from his massive bare torso. Connor whooping like an Indian as his dick bounced under his flapping loincloth. Glancing behind them, they could see Seth’s head bouncing on the hard dirt surface. They rolled him over and resumed their romp, pulling him first by his wrists and then by his ankles, face up, face down. When they looked next, Seth’s smooth teen skin had become a mass of cuts and scratches and blood and dirt. And his face, that beautiful face, a bit fucked up. He bled from cuts to his chin and nose and cheekbones. Josh froze, unbelieving. But Connor said, “Look. Those bushes. Let’s toss him in there.” And so they picked Seth up by ankles and wrists, swung him a couple times and let him fly into a bank of brush. He landed face down, with just one foot showing above. “Fuck! How do we get him out?” “Easy, I’ll go in and pull him out.” But as Josh stepped into the bushes, he felt blackberry thorns rip at his bare legs. Gingerly, he made his way in far enough to grab Seth’s foot and pulled, more concerned with the thorns scratching him than about his buddy. So, when Seth was finally pulled free and laid on his back, the boys were shocked at how the thorns had ripped his nuts and cock and belly and face. “Christ! That’s hot!” “Fuck yeah!” Their dicks were rock hard, Josh’s outlined inside his tight shorts, and Connor’s upright, like a tent pole under his loincloth. “Let’s do it again.” “O.K., but wait a minute.” Josh went to his pack and brought a rope that he tied to Seth’s wrist, and another to an ankle, so after they swung him back into the bushes, they could pull him out head first or foot first, without having to wade into the brush themselves. Seth flew into the bushes four more times before Connor and Josh laid him out and knelt to examine their friend. His entire body was a mass of torn and bleeding skin. Gingerly, they touched him, fingering bloody flaps of skin, reminded of the smooth muscular boy who had shared their bodies for so many years.
“It’s time” said Connor. “We have to do it for him.” They dragged Seth to a tree and strung him up spread-eagle by his wrists, and staked his feet far apart. And waited. Wrapped in each other’s arms, they waited. They felt no remorse or sadness at the sight of their beloved friend’s beautiful face and body hanging limply, torn and bloody. They had all chosen this fate, mutual death, painful yet stimulating. To die at their own hands and remain together for eternity. Connor sat between Josh’s legs, his back against a bare chest, Josh’s arms encircling him. Their cheeks pressed together. Silent. Waiting for Seth.
In time, a long low moan. Then a sudden jerk as Seth became fully conscious. Connor and Josh jumped up and embraced their buddy, kissing his bloody face. “What did you do? Everything hurts, stings.” “Ah, just dragged you around a bit.” Seth looked down at his ravaged torso. “Shit! Does my face look like that? Did you fuck up my face, too?” “You haven’t lost your beauty. You’re still the Pretty Boy. Still hot.” “O.K. Let’s get on with it.” When the boys hesitated, Seth said “You have to do it. You promised.” “Yeah, we did.”
Josh knelt in front of Seth and tied a cord tightly around his ball sac. Then, with no hesitation, took his knife and sliced off his nuts. Seth let out a strange squeal, sucked in air, and gritted his teeth. Josh stood and held the sac up for both to see. Seth smiled through his pain. “Do it.” Josh slipped the nuts out of the sac and handed one to Connor. “You first.” Connor grinned and licked the bloody testicle, slid it salaciously in and out of his mouth, and then closed his lips and bit into the treasure. His eyes widened as the nut split open between his teeth, and a bloody liquid seeped from his lips and dribbled down his chin. Several more chews and then he swallowed. Seth watched all this rapturously. Connor stepped close and kissed him, allowing Seth to taste his own manhood. The kiss and mingling of tongues and tastes went on until Seth pulled his head back and looked at Josh. “Next?” Josh popped the nut into his mouth and immediately bit down, chewing it into a mush before swallowing. He, too, shared the taste with Seth. And with Connor. The three embraced a final time. “Thanks,” whispered Seth.
Josh suddenly knelt and cut the cord that had kept Seth from bleeding. As blood began to flow freely, Connor swung a whip onto his back. Josh stood, pulled off his studded belt and swung it against Seth’s belly. Seth screamed. Connor flailed his back and ass and legs. Josh’s belt slammed into Seth’s belly and chest and face. As blood spurted rhythmically from Seth’s crotch, the boys flailed at their friend, ignoring his screams, as if in a frenzy to hurry the bleeding out. After several minutes, Seth’s screamed stopped and his body went limp, hanging by his wrists, but the two kept swinging until the spurting blood trickled to a weak stream, and then ceased altogether. They stopped, cut Seth down and laid him in the blood soaked dirt. There was little that hadn’t been ripped and shredded. His once-magnificent body had become almost unrecognizable. Josh and Connor fell on top of the bloody form and sobbed. Deep uncontrollable sobs. Seth was dead. There could be no going back.
Josh rose, picked up Seth in his arms, and carried him to the crevice. Gently the boys lifted Seth above the opening and dropped him. The naked, broken body fell the fifteen feet and crumpled on the rock floor, like a torn and discarded rag doll.
The boys were deeply shaken. They had killed Seth. Savagely. Brutally. It wasn’t fantasy anymore. Josh quietly picked up the remaining bottles and let Connor choose one. They drank and then knelt, clutching, kissing, whispering “I love you I love you, I love you” to each other. Hard dicks pressed firmly against each other as they embraced for the last time. Then Connor slumped. Josh continued to hold him against his chest before finally letting him down. Connor lay on his back, still in his loincloth, the feather still in his hair.
“O.K. Tonto. You wanted your Indian death, so let’s get started.” Josh grasped Connor’s shoulder-length hair and pulled him up, then threw him over his shoulder. He walked to the center of the clearing and looked around, checking the terrain, planning his course. He dumped Connor to the ground, grabbed his hair again and dragged him in a circle around the perimeter, over hard dirt, rocks, low prickly brush. Then back to the center where, holding Connor’s hair by both hands, he began to spin in a circle. As he spun faster, Connor became airborne, around and around, until Josh let him go. Connor flew about fifteen feet before landing on the dirt, bouncing, turning over three times, and skidding to a stop. His shoulders, knees and face were scraped, blood already beginning to ooze. And the feather was gone. Josh grabbed a wrist and began to spin again. Again, Connor flew, bounced, and skidded. And again, this time held by both ankles, Connor was launched into the air and landed hard, skidding on his face, then rolling over and over. Josh took hold of his hair and dragged him back to the trees, where he soon had Connor suspended from the trees, naked, spread-eagled horizontally, about two feet off the ground.
Josh stripped off his shorts, slid beneath Connor and looked up. His friend’s head hung limp, long dirt-filled hair just touching Josh’s face. He didn’t move. Just waited. Staring up at his naked lover. Until finally the drug wore off and Connor opened his eyes. “Hey. You look hot down there.” “Hey. You look hot up there.” “So, why do I hurt?” “Just tossed you around a bit. You said you wanted to feel everything at the end, so I sort of held off.” “Thanks.”
Josh reached up with his hunting knife and poked the tip of Connor’s nose. A small prick but enough for drops of blood to fall into his own face. “Shit, Josh, that looks so fucking hot!” “Yeah, your blood always tasted sweet.” “Too bad Seth never got into it. He always left whenever we did our blood thing.” “Hey, you still want the fire?” “Hell, yeah. I’ve had wet dreams since I was a kid about being burned at the stake and now you can do it for me.” “O.K.” “You going to do anything else?” “I’ve decided to scalp you. That’s an Indian thing.” “Fuck! I’m in Heaven! Or will be, I hope.”
As they talked, Josh continually reached up and poked the knife point into Connor’s body…his chest and belly, his face and neck…just pin pricks but enough for his own naked skin to be covered with crimson droplets. The sight of drops of his own blood splatting on Josh’s chest and face caused Connor’s cock to quiver with desire. And poking Connor’s skin with his knife brought Josh’s fat ten-inch cock dick to full upright and standing position.
“So, if I had been the first to drop, how would you guys have killed me?” “Seth would have gutted you. He loved your six packs and planned to run a knife deep between each of them. Hang you by your feet from a tree, slice you open and pull out your guts.” “Shit! Cool! And what about you?” “You know how much I love your chest and nips. I was going to tie you to a tree and chew them off, completely off. Remember how we talked about cannibalism? Well, I was going to eat you. Seth said he’d join in if he could eat your nuts and cock.” “Yeah, he always liked nuts. That’s why he wanted to watch us swallow his.”
Josh stood up. “O.K., Injun Boy. Let go. It’s getting late.” He cut Connor loose, grabbed his hair, and dragged him back to the clearing. Again, he spun him in a circle until he was airborne and then let him fly. This time Connor was conscious so as he was spun around, he shouted “Whee!”, but when he landed. he let out a scream of pain and, after bouncing and skidding, he moaned loudly. Josh grabbed an ankle and spun him again. This time he landed face down and just skidded, ripping up his chest and face. Connor was hurting now. Then Josh held him by an ankle and a wrist as he spun him, and this time Connor flew higher and farther than before, landing hard on his back before rolling another fifteen feet and crashing into a tree. The boy was stunned and gasping as Josh picked him up in his arms and carried him through the trees to an old section of a barbed wire fence. Only thirty feet long but more than sufficient. He pushed Connor roughly into the fence and sat him on two lower strands of wire. Connor let out a yelp as the rusty barbs dug into his young butt. Josh quickly stretched Connor’s arms and legs out and twisted them into the wire. When he finished, Connor was spread-eagled on the fence, like a scarecrow, unable to move, sharp barbs penetrating arms and legs, back and ass, his dick hanging eighteen inches off the ground. Josh knelt and shoved a twig deep up his pee hole, pulled out a lighter and put the flame to the end. It caught and the flame shot up the dry twig and licked at the tip of Connor’s cock. He let out a shriek of pain as fire fully engulfed his dick head. The fire extinguished itself quickly after the twig had burnt. Josh pulled the twig out and took Connor’s dick in his mouth to sooth the scarred head. Connor stopped screaming and just panted heavily.
Josh stood and leaned over his buddy and whispered, “You wanted my tits, did you?” He shoved his right nipple into Connor’s mouth. Connor sucked on it. His eyes turned up with a questioning look. Josh smiled softly and nodded. Connor bit. Josh made a sound of pleasure. Connor bit harder. Josh moaned. “Yes, Connor. It’s all yours.” So Connor began to chew, his teeth biting into the nip head, ripping, and then tasting blood. Another hesitation. “Yesssss, Connor, Yesssss!” At that Connor tore fully into Josh’s nipple, tearing the sweet flesh with his teeth.
Josh was in extreme pain as his nipple was torn from his chest. His hands gripped the wire tightly and his teeth clenched as he tried not to cry out. Connor deserved this. He, Josh, deserved this, needed it actually. Seth had suffered terribly, as would Connor. But he would not. There would be no one to inflict fatal pain on him. This was his reward. In spite of his extreme pain, he kept his chest in Connor’s face, allowing him to bite and rip and chew. His nipple was gone now, swallowed, and Connor’s teeth were consuming his pec muscle. Both boys were moaning loudly, one in pain, both in ecstasy, as their bodies lurched and their rigid dicks bounced in pleasure. As Josh sensed that they were each about to shoot, he pulled back. The boys had agreed that no one should cum that day, that it might lessen the final thrill of death. So Josh stood back and looked at Connor whose face was covered with blood, a piece of flesh hanging from his teeth. Connor looked up at Josh and the bloody, pulpy mess that had once been the hottest chest in school. Both continued to pant heavily for several minutes.
Abruptly, Josh stood and picked up a pile of dead brush and twigs he had collected earlier, and shoved it under Connor’s ass and crotch. He lit a match and dropped it in the pile. Then, before the fire could catch, and with no warning, he grabbed Connor’s long hair with his left hand and pulled it forward, while simultaneously pulling out his knife and, with two quick strokes, ripped Connor’s hair from his head. Scalped! Connor let out an agonizing scream. His pain was more excruciating than anything he had ever felt…or imagined. And at just that moment, the brush erupted in flames, engulfing his ass and dick and balls and belly in fire. His brain seemed to confabulate the searing pain from both above and below into one huge agonizing event. Blood oozed from his head, dribbled down his face and fell sizzling into the fire that was charring his dick and melting his flesh. His body shook and jerked wildly against the wire, but the barbs insured he could not break free. Agonizing shrieks filled the air. Josh stood transfixed, unmoving, the bloody scalp in his fists, his fists to his mouth, his mouth agape with horror, his eyes and ears disbelieving. Connor’s screams went on and on until, suddenly Josh broke out of his trancelike state, grabbed a heavy branch that he had set nearby, lifted it high, and crashed it down on Connor’s head. The force cracked the skull open and killed Connor instantly. Josh collapsed to the ground, still clutching the scalp, and sat, staring as the blazing fire continued to consume his lover. The dried brush eventually burned itself out, but not before Connor’s entire lower body was charred, skin black and peeling, cock and balls melted. Josh rolled over into a fetal position and sobbed, cried harder than he ever had in his life.
In time, Josh forced himself up, and pulled Connor from the fence. He didn’t care that the rusty barbs ripped at Connor’s skin and his own. He ignored the searing pain from his torn chest. As he picked Connor up, a large patch of hot, blistered skin from his ass came away, stuck to Josh’s hand. The upper part of him was still warm because he hadn’t been dead for long, and the lower part was still hot from the flames. Josh carried him to the crevice and dropped him in. Looking down, it appeared Seth and Connor were sleeping in each other’s arms. Still sobbing, Josh put the scalp on his own head, mixing Connor’s blood with his short blond hair. Blood continued to ooze from his own chest. Then he went about the business of cleaning up the area, dropping everything they had brought into the crevice. He made sure there was no evidence of their presence left for anyone to find. He missed seeing pieces of Connor’s skin still stuck on the barbs but birds would eat those within days. One last look around before his joined his buddies.
His sobbing had subsided by the time Josh lowered himself over the edge and dropped the final ten feet. Although he tried not to, he landed on Connor’s leg, slipped and twisted his ankle. Fuck! He limped as he pulled all their equipment to the back end of the cave. Then he dragged his buddies in, too. Anybody looking down from above would never see this part of the cave. Josh laid Connor and Seth side by side, and turned their heads toward each other. He took the scalp and gently positioned in its proper place on Connor’s head. He knelt, naked, straddling his naked lovers, staring at their savaged bodies. Blood from his chest dripped on them but he hardly felt the pain now. He leaned down and kissed them both. “Connor, I gave you my nipple. Seth, now I will give you my guts.” With that, he jammed his knife into his belly and sliced upward. Ignoring the immediate searing pain, he stabbed again and ripped sideways. His guts dropped out of his belly onto the chests of Seth and Connor. “OhGodOhGodOhGod!” Josh had never felt such piercing, searing pain. A hundred times worse than Connor tearing at his chest. He saw his intestines, yellowish, wet, slimy, mixed with his blood. He saw Connor and Seth so peaceful together, covered with his belly slop. All this in a split second before he reached up and sliced his carotid artery. He dropped the knife and fell forward, on top of his friends and his guts. His arms pulled the three tight as he screamed, screamed in excruciating agony. The pain was fucking unbearable but he knew it was also temporary. The friendship would be forever.
Anyone in the clearing would have heard the agonizing screams emanating from the crevice, but only for a few minutes. Then silence, and only the whisper of the wind in the trees. Tomorrow’s rain would wash away the blood from the dirt. For weeks, a fetid stench would drift up from the crevice as the boys rotted. Probably no animal could get down those seep walls, but bugs would certainly emerge from the earth to feast on the putrefying teens. Soon, though, the odor would dissipate. And in time, the only evidence of the events of this day would be three entwined skeletons on the floor of a cave. No one would ever know or tell the story of the Tres Amigos, together for eternity.
