Sharkbait
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For weeks now Alan Kenyon had been stalking his victim. He was a young guy, beautiful body, cocky, and in those weeks he had had about three or four, 'relationships' on Facebook. This guy liked the ladies. Tom logged into Facebook and searched for him; 'Tom Walker'. The profile popped up, and Alan stared at the Adonis on his screen. He was twenty-two, and his profile photo showed one of his shoots.
'Oh yeah, this guy loves himself'. He was a part-time model, and had a new girl on his arm every two minutes. Alan stared at the profile photo, and became more and more enraged the longer he stared. 'He's too beautiful', he thought. 'This cannot be allowed'. He began to masturbate furiously, as he whispered, through gritted teeth, at the screen. 'Fucking prick, I hate you! You're gonna fucking pay!'
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Six Weeks Later
Alan's van rolled down the street, following his victim slowly. Tom was chatting away on his phone, and Alan could hear him, bragging to whoever was on the other end about his latest conquest. Alan waited, ready to pounce. Tom was completely unaware of the Van following him. 'You couldn't wait any longer Alan, he has to be destroyed'. He readied the cloth, soaked in chloroform, and he shook as his erection threatened to tear through his pants. Tom finished his call, the phone going back in his pocket. Alan stared for a moment. A tight white t-shirt, showing off that perfect body, his tight jeans resting on his hips, showing the top of a juicy ass. 'It has to be now Alan, think of the work you must complete'.
The Van pulled up, and Alan got out, his cloth ready, and he was just feet from his victim. 'Now!' he thought, and the cloth went around Tom's face. He struggled, Alan's considerable size barely able to control the writhing body. His dick strained as he felt the taut frame trying to wriggle free. Tom eventually stopped struggling, and went limp. Alan dragged him to the back of the Van, shoving him in, and he locked the door, satisfied with his work.
Alan sat patiently as he waited for the victim to awake. He saw the boy stirring, and the horror on his face as he realized he was tied up, arms above his head, totally naked. Alan admired the body in front of him. Strong arms raised exposed beautiful armpits, and a neat bush complemented the V-Shaped abdomen, ending in a large penis. Alan's anger rose again. 'It can't be allowed'.
'Where am I?' Tom demanded. Alan remained in the shadows. 'My workplace. All the tools I need exist here'. The word, 'tools' struck a chord with the boy, and he tried to quell his panic. 'Let me go you fucking faggot'. Alan stepped out of the shadows, and Tom's faced dropped. 'What the...'. The boy saw an enormous man, his face disfigured beyond any recognition of being human, with a penis that could rival a Blue Whale. It was huge, and was complemented by a huge set of balls, dangling freely from the great fat of his body.
'You are beautiful', Alan said. 'Your beauty has gotten you far in life'. Tom stared, terrified and confused, as he tried to comprehend what was happening to him. 'Answer my questions and you won't be harmed. You are beautiful are you not?'
'I suppose', Tom said.
'You suppose?'
'Okay, I'm fucking hot. But you already know that, that's why you kidnapped me you fucking freak!' Alan lunged at the boy, and grabbed his balls, wrenching them to the point of dislocation. Tom screamed in pain. 'Answer my questions without the fucking backchat'. He let go of the tight sack, and stepped back. 'Your penis is beautiful. You like to fuck girls?'
'Y...Yes'.
'I'm afraid you are far too beautiful. I, as I am sure you are aware, am not. I cannot allow this imbalance. And seeing as I cannot make myself beautiful, I have to take your beauty away from you'.
'Please, please don't kill me'.
'I'm not going to kill you. But I lied when I said you would not be harmed'. Alan walked around the back of the boy, and rammed a finger into his ass. Tom yelped in pain, and Alan could feel the circulation in his finger being cut off by the tight hole. 'First, I will enjoy you, and I will pass on my AIDS, so that you may suffer'.
'No, please...'
Alan grabbed the boys hair, wrenching his hair back, and rammed all 10" of his meat into the boys hole. Tom's screams were deafening, but Alan had never felt anything quite like this tight hole around his dick. He pumped into the boy, harder and harder, and he reached his head around, biting into the boy's ear. The boy's screams made his dick even harder, and he tore the ear straight off. Blood poured down the boy's body, and Alan's balls began to seize. 'Here is my gift to you...' he said, and he unleashed seven loads of warm cum inside the boy. He rammed his cock in even harder, and as he pulled the boy's head back to neck-breaking point, he plowed his thumb through the boy's right eye. Tom's head jerked violently as Alan squelched the eyeball, tearing it out with his nail. He pulled out of the boy's ass suddenly, and the pain caused the boy to pass out. 'I will have to wait a little longer,' Alan thought.
It was a few hours before Tom came around, and Alan looked as the boy struggled with his new eyesight. 'Please, I'll give you anything'.
'Anything?' Alan said.
'A... A... Anything'.
'Your penis'.
'W...What?'
'Your penis in exchange for your life'.
'Okay... okay'. Alan moved to his work bench, finding the bluntest pair of scissors he could, and he walked over the boy. He stretched the penis out, and began to cut. The screams were bloodcurdling, and the boy passed out many times during the forty-five minutes it took to remove the penis. 'No more pussy for you', Alan thought.
'Will you let me go now?' Tom asked, and Alan stared at the boy. 'I will let you live', he offered. 'But you are still too beautiful'.
'Please... Please, no more!' Alan ignored the boy, and moved over to his work bench, picking up a bucket that had been sitting there. 'You are too beautiful, this cannot be allowed. You will now know the pain I have endured throughout my life. I'm... sorry'.
'No... no... please!'
Alan flung the bucket at Tom, and the battery acid burned through his soft, taut skin. The screaming was almost inaudible, it's high-pitch hurting Alan's ears. 'I will leave you for a while. But be assured, you will return, very much alive, to your normal life. But no longer beautiful... now, ugly'.
'Oh yeah, this guy loves himself'. He was a part-time model, and had a new girl on his arm every two minutes. Alan stared at the profile photo, and became more and more enraged the longer he stared. 'He's too beautiful', he thought. 'This cannot be allowed'. He began to masturbate furiously, as he whispered, through gritted teeth, at the screen. 'Fucking prick, I hate you! You're gonna fucking pay!'
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Six Weeks Later
Alan's van rolled down the street, following his victim slowly. Tom was chatting away on his phone, and Alan could hear him, bragging to whoever was on the other end about his latest conquest. Alan waited, ready to pounce. Tom was completely unaware of the Van following him. 'You couldn't wait any longer Alan, he has to be destroyed'. He readied the cloth, soaked in chloroform, and he shook as his erection threatened to tear through his pants. Tom finished his call, the phone going back in his pocket. Alan stared for a moment. A tight white t-shirt, showing off that perfect body, his tight jeans resting on his hips, showing the top of a juicy ass. 'It has to be now Alan, think of the work you must complete'.
The Van pulled up, and Alan got out, his cloth ready, and he was just feet from his victim. 'Now!' he thought, and the cloth went around Tom's face. He struggled, Alan's considerable size barely able to control the writhing body. His dick strained as he felt the taut frame trying to wriggle free. Tom eventually stopped struggling, and went limp. Alan dragged him to the back of the Van, shoving him in, and he locked the door, satisfied with his work.
Alan sat patiently as he waited for the victim to awake. He saw the boy stirring, and the horror on his face as he realized he was tied up, arms above his head, totally naked. Alan admired the body in front of him. Strong arms raised exposed beautiful armpits, and a neat bush complemented the V-Shaped abdomen, ending in a large penis. Alan's anger rose again. 'It can't be allowed'.
'Where am I?' Tom demanded. Alan remained in the shadows. 'My workplace. All the tools I need exist here'. The word, 'tools' struck a chord with the boy, and he tried to quell his panic. 'Let me go you fucking faggot'. Alan stepped out of the shadows, and Tom's faced dropped. 'What the...'. The boy saw an enormous man, his face disfigured beyond any recognition of being human, with a penis that could rival a Blue Whale. It was huge, and was complemented by a huge set of balls, dangling freely from the great fat of his body.
'You are beautiful', Alan said. 'Your beauty has gotten you far in life'. Tom stared, terrified and confused, as he tried to comprehend what was happening to him. 'Answer my questions and you won't be harmed. You are beautiful are you not?'
'I suppose', Tom said.
'You suppose?'
'Okay, I'm fucking hot. But you already know that, that's why you kidnapped me you fucking freak!' Alan lunged at the boy, and grabbed his balls, wrenching them to the point of dislocation. Tom screamed in pain. 'Answer my questions without the fucking backchat'. He let go of the tight sack, and stepped back. 'Your penis is beautiful. You like to fuck girls?'
'Y...Yes'.
'I'm afraid you are far too beautiful. I, as I am sure you are aware, am not. I cannot allow this imbalance. And seeing as I cannot make myself beautiful, I have to take your beauty away from you'.
'Please, please don't kill me'.
'I'm not going to kill you. But I lied when I said you would not be harmed'. Alan walked around the back of the boy, and rammed a finger into his ass. Tom yelped in pain, and Alan could feel the circulation in his finger being cut off by the tight hole. 'First, I will enjoy you, and I will pass on my AIDS, so that you may suffer'.
'No, please...'
Alan grabbed the boys hair, wrenching his hair back, and rammed all 10" of his meat into the boys hole. Tom's screams were deafening, but Alan had never felt anything quite like this tight hole around his dick. He pumped into the boy, harder and harder, and he reached his head around, biting into the boy's ear. The boy's screams made his dick even harder, and he tore the ear straight off. Blood poured down the boy's body, and Alan's balls began to seize. 'Here is my gift to you...' he said, and he unleashed seven loads of warm cum inside the boy. He rammed his cock in even harder, and as he pulled the boy's head back to neck-breaking point, he plowed his thumb through the boy's right eye. Tom's head jerked violently as Alan squelched the eyeball, tearing it out with his nail. He pulled out of the boy's ass suddenly, and the pain caused the boy to pass out. 'I will have to wait a little longer,' Alan thought.
It was a few hours before Tom came around, and Alan looked as the boy struggled with his new eyesight. 'Please, I'll give you anything'.
'Anything?' Alan said.
'A... A... Anything'.
'Your penis'.
'W...What?'
'Your penis in exchange for your life'.
'Okay... okay'. Alan moved to his work bench, finding the bluntest pair of scissors he could, and he walked over the boy. He stretched the penis out, and began to cut. The screams were bloodcurdling, and the boy passed out many times during the forty-five minutes it took to remove the penis. 'No more pussy for you', Alan thought.
'Will you let me go now?' Tom asked, and Alan stared at the boy. 'I will let you live', he offered. 'But you are still too beautiful'.
'Please... Please, no more!' Alan ignored the boy, and moved over to his work bench, picking up a bucket that had been sitting there. 'You are too beautiful, this cannot be allowed. You will now know the pain I have endured throughout my life. I'm... sorry'.
'No... no... please!'
Alan flung the bucket at Tom, and the battery acid burned through his soft, taut skin. The screaming was almost inaudible, it's high-pitch hurting Alan's ears. 'I will leave you for a while. But be assured, you will return, very much alive, to your normal life. But no longer beautiful... now, ugly'.
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